#sorry scars appreciation post this's my favorite post now

[anigst]

anime whump feat. hair grab

Attack on Titan OVA: No Regrets/ Banana Fish Ep22/ Rainbow Ep03/ Bleach TYBW: The Separation Ep10/ Detective Conan Ep01 (remake)/ Persona5 Ep01/ Mo Dao Zu Shi Ep13/ Psycho-Pass: The Movie/ Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom Ep03/ Tokyo Ghoul S01E10&12/ K Ep03/ High Card S01E05/ Attack on Titan S01E14

[readychilledwine]

Mine

Summary - Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor.

Warnings - Blood, smut, focus on reader and Cassian's differences physically, reader is thick because it felt right, oral (female receiving), Cassian going to pound town.

A/N - based on this post and our comments from @loneliestluvr I refuse to apologize for how quickly this became smut.

Being mated to the Lord of Bloodshed was never easy, especially as an illyrian female blessed to have found him before your wings were taken. “Sorry,” you whispered as he flinched. You had got to the cut on his eyebrow, wiping it down as gently as you could.

Cassian was covered in blood. A mix of his own and another male's who had not known you were claimed by the male sitting in front of you. “You okay?” He had his eyes shut as you took care of him, content under the feel of your soft hands.

“You're the one who ended up in a fight with 6 other males and walked away. I should be asking you that.” You gently reset and healed his nose, silently thanking the Mother for such a useful gift.

Everything about you two had been so perfectly planned. The skilled warrior. Loud, personable, quick on his feet. Then you, the talented healer. Intelligent, shy, soft spoken. You were balanced perfectly. A match truly made by the Gods. You continued wiping the blood from him, ensuring he would not have to change the water multiple times once you got him bathed and stepped away before offering him your hand.

It was another contrast between you two and Cassian's absolute favorite. Your soft manicured hands, his rough and calloused ones. He laced your fingers together, pretending to allow you to pull him up at he stood. “I'm fine, baby. You should see the other guys.” He smiled at his own joke, walking into the bathroom of the cabin. “Are you going to undress me too?”

“Absolutely.” You were graceful with buckle, each tie, gently pulling armor and fabric from his body until it sat on the vanity nearby. Habit took over as you folded it all, putting the clothing into baskets to be cleaned before turning back to the god in fae form behind you.

The moan Cassian released as he sunk into the warm water had your thighs clenching. You watched his head fall back as lavender scented steam came from the tub and as his shoulders fell in relaxation. “Can I wash your hair?” He groaned again at the thought, smiling as you sat behind him with the soap. “Need to show you my love and appreciation for protecting me.”

He gave a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes in bliss as you began massaging shampoo into his wavy locks. “I will always protect you, y/n. Always. You are mine.”

“I am,” he growled at your agreement, his need to possess you was high. Illyrians had always been more feral with their bonds, and you absolutely allowed him to enjoy the primal tendencies that came with it. “I will always be yours. In this life and the next.” You began rinsing his hair, ensuring every spec of blood and dirt was out before applying a deep conditioner.

“Lean forward so I can wash your back, Cassian.”

“I don't deserve you,” he was drifting off under your touch, enjoying the feeling of you kneading sore muscles as you lathered his scarred skin with a soft scented soap. “Could you get my wings?”

You leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I planned on getting them once I got you fully cleaned and the water changed.”

“Fuck that,” Cassian forced you over, pulling you in thin night gown and all before ripping it off of you. His lips were on yours and hungry. He was grabbing your hips, loving their plushy feel. “Want you now.”

“Cass, this water is disgusting.”

His head hit the tub with a thud. “Fine. Fine. It's fine.” He was, in fact, not fine. You could feel how hard he was. His length was pressing into your stomach. “I just need you. You know how I get when you take care of me.”

You were washing him again. Cleaning off his chest and face, scrubbing his arms. He was memorized by you by your body. He remembered learning about the Gods of old from Rhysand's mother, and you had to have been crafted by the goddess of love. It was another contrast. His rock-hard body, toned and cut from years of training. Your soft body, curves landing in all the right places, thighs so thick you genuinely worried when you sat on his face.

He lifted you with little effort when he knew he was clean, climbing out of the water with his lips attached to the point on your neck that drove you wild. “Done waiting,” he carried you to the bedroom, sucking that spot until he knew a deep purple mark would form.

He threw you down on the bed, not caring that it would soak the sheets and mattress as he watched your full breasts bounce. When he was like this, you knew you were in for a ride. Knew that headboard wouldn't be enough to keep you in place as he pounded into you over and over again, only content when he had ensured you were filled and would smell like him and sex for weeks. He was studying you like you were his prey, waiting to pounce at just the right time.

He found it as you shifted, laying down more on the pillows like the queen he knew you were. He did not bother kissing your lips again. Instead, it was him instantly pulling your legs over his shoulders and licking your already soaked core. Your hands shot to his hair, moans ripping through your throat. He was eager tonight. So damn eager.

“Cassian,” he hummed against you, looking up through hooded lust filled eyes. “Slow down.”

He shook his head, not even letting your clit out of his mouth as he did. “Baby, I'm going to cum if you don't go slower.” His brows shot up and a smirk formed. It spoke of every intention he had, you would not leave this bed, not without him carrying you.

Every flick of his tongue, every long drag, the soft kisses all had you melting further Into the mattress as your nerves came to life. Cassian was as calculated in bed as he was on a battlefield. Everything was precise, done with intention, and meant to fulfill his goal. His forearm went against your hips, locking you in place at his mercy.

He could feel every wave of pleasure from you shooting down that sacred and special bond. He could sense the moment you fell. Your fingers tightened on the sheets, your back arched, it was silence before the scream. Between your own pleasure, you could feel his pride leaking down the bond. Pride with how easily he could pull you apart with nothing more than his tongue. Pride over the way your body was so easily his.

He only pulled away when you began to whimper and push, but he was instantly crashing his lips on yours as he kicked off his pants. His forehead went to yours once you were both breathless. Those Hazel eyes you melted in the gaze of were feral and dark with desire. In one smooth motion with no warning, Cassian was inside of you with one single word, “Mine.”

There was no split second of calm before the storm, no moment to catch your breath after he took it from you. Cassian began to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving small marks to join the littering scars and cuts from his earlier fight. “Mine,” the growl was deep, an ancient part of him almost begging for affirmation of the word.

“Yours,” you moaned out for him, back arching as your stomach tightened. “All yours.” Cassian's arm went across your back, hand roughly gripping your hips he could force you to move exactly how he wanted.

You could hardly breathe, mind lost to anything but Cassian. Your mate. Your everything. You could feel him down the bond, feel him getting closer with each squeeze and twitch of your walls. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of his groans and you whispering and moaning his name like a prayer to some long forgotten God. “So fucking beautiful,” his free hand forced your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of your core, soaked in your essence. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me mark this pretty perfect pussy as mine.”

You couldn't help but to moan, feeling that edge approaching faster and faster with his. “Cassie.”

“Do it. Cum on my cock, baby.” He let you go limp below him, placing your head back on the pillows gently as he did. Wave after wave of need and pleasure washed over you, blinding your senses to anything but the feel of Cassian filling you as you Came around him. He fucked you through the high before finally finishing, not even bothering to pull out and opting to instead hold your hips so close to his you could not even tell where he began and you ended.

When he finally let you go, he barely caught himself before collapsing on top of you as his exhaustion hit him. You could help but place soft kissed along his face. His scarred brow and lip, his nose that you'd reset and healed so many times, his jaw. You finally sighed with one last lingering kiss directly on his full lips as he smiled. “That was faster than I hoped it would be.”

“Always is when you fuck me after fighting.”

“Always yours.”

He kissed your neck softly on the mark he made, whispering one last time. “Mine.”

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ This is a little draft that I've been working on for a while. I'm so sorry for the low activity. I didn't feel good because of uni. I'm in my last year of university, and it's draining me mentally lol. Anyway, I'll try to post often from now on. I hope you like this! Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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Life After War (Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader)

Authors Note: Hi everyone! I am so sorry it has been such a long time! I recently got married, and me and my husband have been working full time, so I have not really had any time to write! But, my goal is to write at least one to two stories per week! I know I usually write JJK stuff, but today I am going to write a short story around the Attack on Titan world!

Summary: After the battle of Heaven and Earth, Levi has been having a hard time adjusting to life. But, thanks to Y/N, post war life has been easier.

Word Count: 1276

In the aftermath of the Battle of Heaven and Earth, the world had changed drastically. The titans were gone, and the remnants of humanity began to rebuild their lives in a world free from the fear that had oppressed them for so long. However, for Levi Ackerman, the struggle was far from over. The battle had left him with severe injuries, both visible and hidden deep within his soul.

Levi’s body was a testament to the brutality of war. His once agile and powerful frame was now marred with scars and stiffened by the lingering pain of his wounds. His right hand, a vital tool for his blade work, was damaged beyond repair. The bandages that covered his injuries were a constant reminder of his limitations, a bitter pill for someone who had always relied on his physical prowess. The stoic captain found himself in an unfamiliar place: vulnerable and dependent.

Levi spent most of his days in a small, modest apartment in a city that was untouched by the rumbling, far from the small island he once called home. The apartment was a gift from Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon. A place where he could find solace and recover at his own pace. Despite the peaceful surroundings, Levi was restless. He felt caged by his injuries, haunted by the faces of those he had lost, and burdened by a future that seemed uncertain.

Luckily though, Levi still had you in his life. Out of all the friends and comrades he has had over the years, you were the one who managed to survive and stick by his side. The two of you had been in a romantic relationship only two months after the discovery of the Ocean and lands beyond Paridis. 

Despite the tranquil setting, Levi's restlessness was palpable. Each day, the battle replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of bloodshed and loss. The faces of fallen comrades haunted him, their sacrifices etched deeply into his memory. He often found himself staring at the bandages on his hand, a grim reminder of his altered reality.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you entered the apartment. You had been out getting some groceries, hoping to lift Levi’s spirits with some of his favorite foods and of course his favorite tea. The moment you walked in, you could sense his unease. His eyes, though still sharp, held a distant look, as if he were lost in a world of his own making.

"Levi," you called softly, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. "I brought some tea. Thought it might help you relax."

He turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "You always know what I need."

You approached him, taking a seat beside him on the small sofa. "How are you feeling today?" you asked, gently placing your hand on his.

He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "It's...difficult," he admitted. "Being like this, unable to do the things I used to...it’s frustrating."

You only nod your head, standing up to prepare some tea for him. Over the years, you learned how to make tea to his liking. “I know how this has been hard on you, but you have my love and support, and the love and support of other people who care deeply for you.”

Levi watched as you prepared the tea, the familiar routine providing a small measure of comfort. He appreciated your unwavering support, though he struggled to express it in words. As you handed him the steaming cup, he took it gratefully, savoring the aroma.

"Thank you," he said again, this time with a bit more strength. "I don't say it enough, but I’m grateful for you every day."

You smiled warmly, giving him a kiss before sitting back down beside him. "And I'm grateful for you too. We'll find a way to move forward together. It has been hard and it has taken some time, but we are all figuring out this new life."

He only gave a quiet nod in response, which was something you had expected and grown quite used to over the years. The rest of the evening, the two of you sat together in the peace of your apartment, sharing positive memories of life before the war.

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As the days turned into weeks and then months, Levi began to find solace in the small, simple pleasures of life. One day, while you were out for a walk together, Levi stopped in front of a quaint, abandoned shop. The building was worn and dusty, but it had a certain charm to it.

"This place," Levi said, looking at it with a contemplative expression. "It could be something...something good."

You held onto his arm to help support him as you followed his gaze, seeing the potential in the old shop. "What do you have in mind?" you asked, already having an idea of what he was thinking. This was something he would bring up quite often when you first started your relationship. 

"A tea shop," he replied. "A place where people can come and find a moment of peace. I’ve always found comfort in tea...maybe others will too."

You smiled, making a mental note to yourself that you just knew what he was going to say. "I think that’s a wonderful idea, Levi. We can make it happen."

With determination set on making this space something new, the two of you set to work on transforming the old shop. It was a labor of love, one that brought you both closer together. Levi, despite his injuries, poured his heart into the project. You handled the heavy lifting and intricate tasks, while Levi directed and contributed with his keen eye for detail.

The shop slowly came to life, the walls adorned with simple, elegant decorations and shelves lined with a variety of teas. Levi's favorite blends were prominently displayed, along with some new ones you had discovered together. The space was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the changed world outside.

“In all honesty, I think this place is going to be pretty popular.” You said, putting some books on a bookshelf to give the tea shop more character.

Levi was currently organizing the stock of teas, agreeing to what you had said. “I only hope it does. We spent a lot of our money on this place.”

You smile, heading over to Levi as you gently rubbed his shoulders. “Trust me, everyone will love it here. Besides, this is the first tea shop in town, so I’d expect people to be drawn into our place.” You knelt down next to where Levi was, helping him get a proper stock of each blend. “….What if once a month we can do story time and have the children in this town come with their parents? You could read to them!”

Levi looked at you, giving an unamused look. “I don’t know about that. Kids just pick their nose and make things all dirty.”

You fondly roll your eyes, knowing that your stubborn lover will eventually come around to the idea. “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

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On the day of the grand opening, a small crowd gathered outside the shop. Among them were Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon, their faces beaming with pride and excitement. As Levi and you stood at the entrance, ready to welcome the first customers, he took your hand in his, a rare but cherished gesture of affection he made in public.

"Thank you," he said softly, looking into your eyes. "For believing in me, and for helping me find a new purpose."

You squeezed his hand, your heart full of love and admiration. "Always, Levi. This is just the beginning."

The doors opened, and people began to fill the shop, their faces lighting up as they took in the serene atmosphere. Levi moved among them with a quiet grace, offering recommendations and sharing stories behind the different teas. You watched him, seeing the man you loved finding joy in bringing comfort to others.

The tea shop quickly became a beloved fixture in the community. It was a place where people could escape the chaos of the world and find a moment of peace. Levi's reputation as a skilled and compassionate host grew, and so did the bonds he formed with the people who visited.

As the sun set on the shop’s first day, you and Levi sat together, sipping tea and reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The future still held uncertainties, but you faced them together.

In the aftermath of the battle, the world had indeed changed drastically. But amid the ruins, you and Levi had built something beautiful—something that honored the past while embracing the future. And in that small tea shop, you found a haven where love, resilience, and the simple pleasure of a well-brewed cup of tea could heal even the deepest wounds.

[obito-in-disguise]

| Drabble about post war naruto because he's a snack. |

Post War Naruto who’s gotten taller and sturdier since the last time you saw him. His shoulders are broader now, his movements steadier, more purposeful. You weren’t sure about his new haircut at first, it felt too serious, too unlike him. But now, the more you look at him, the more it suits him. It’s like every inch of him, from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you, radiates confidence. And now well… he’s undeniably hot.

Post War Naruto who’s still got his goofy, endearing side, but now it’s wrapped in a layer of maturity. His apartment’s clean, seriously clean. No more empty ramen cups scattered around or dirty laundry piled in a corner. He keeps the windows open to let in fresh air, his bed’s always made, and there’s even a plant sitting by the windowsill that he swears he’s been watering (and surprisingly it isn't dead!).

Post War Naruto who still takes you to Ichiraku now and then, but also surprises you with fancy restaurant dates. He fumbles with the menu sometimes, squinting at the names he can’t pronounce, but he plays it cool, like he totally knows what he’s doing. “I’ll take…uh, whatever’s good,” he says with a sheepish grin, hoping you don't notice.

Post War Naruto who’s a gentleman now. He holds doors open for you, makes sure you’re always walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, catches you when you trip instead of snickering like he used to. He's always on time for your dates as well, already waiting ten minutes early sometimes with flowers, and his signature light up a room smile!

Post War Naruto who’s painfully oblivious to how hot he’s gotten. He looks at you with that familiar furrowed brow of concern, wondering why you're staring at him, flustered, when he casually takes off his shirt. His once lean frame has transformed, his chest now covered with battle scars, his biceps thicker, and his abs sharp, like they were carved from diamond. You mumble something he can’t hear, and he's leaning in, his face hovering just a breath away from yours, asking with innocence, “What was that? Didn’t catch it,” his voice softer than usual, making your breath catch in your throat.

Post War Naruto who still has his moments of clumsiness, still trips over his words when he’s flustered. But it’s all part of his charm, because no matter how smooth he gets, he’s still Naruto after all, your Naruto.

Post War Naruto who somehow balances his duties as a hero, a leader, and your partner. He’s always busy, but he makes time for you, showing up at your door with takeout and an apologetic smile after a long day. “Sorry I’m late. Missed ya,” he says, ruffling his hair as if that makes up for it.

Post War Naruto who still loves ramen but now knows how to cook other things too, well, sort of. He insists on making breakfast for you sometimes, standing proudly in the kitchen with a frying pan in hand. The eggs are slightly burnt, but the way he beams when you tell him they’re delicious makes it all worth it.

Post War Naruto who listens to you now more than ever. He doesn’t just hear what you’re saying; he takes it in, remembers it, and acts on it. Whether it’s something big, like your dreams, or something small, like your favorite snack, he’s always paying attention.

Post War Naruto who ends every day with you in his arms. No matter how hectic life gets, he holds you close, resting his chin on your head as he whispers, “Thanks for being here with me. You’re my favorite person, ya know?” His voice is quiet, his words simple, but they carry all the love he has to give.

Gremlin Naruto in Boruto is our karmic justice for not appreciating how hot the last/post war Naruto was. Somebody get Ikemoto out of that studio cuz he's fucking everybody's shit up, no one's hairline is safe. Jail time for him honestly because just look at this.

Enjoyed the story? check out more of my other Naruto fics and more stories! Requests are open! And don't forget to leave a like, comment or reblog pookie♡

[callsignvulture]

141 + Graves Music Headcannons‼️🎶

This is based off of a conversation I had with my roommate and boyfriend months ago. Idc if these are accurate- these were just our headcanons! This took me all damn day to write, so I hope it’s…at least decently good!:]

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Bands: Shinedown, Theory Of A Deadman, Seether, Three Days Grace, Saving Abel, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, Drowning Pool.

Top 5 listened to songs: Rx(Medicate), 45 , Just Like You , The Vengeful One, California Dreaming

In his younger years, he definitely would have joined in mosh pits at concerts. If he tried that now? God he’d be leaving out of that venue with a headache, body pains and more bruises and scars on him than when he arrived there. Because of this, he prefers to sit a fair bit away from the stage, but in the middle so he can see the whole stage.

Soap makes fun of him for it, making comments like it, “Ah cannae decide if ye're tryin' tae be somebody's faither, or if ye're just actin' like Price. Come on, LT, get wi' the times. Ye're no an auld man like Price just yet.”

But don’t let that fool you- Ghost has definitely influenced Soap’s music taste. Soap just won’t admit it.

Bonus!: Ghost would listen to…well, Ghost. Why? “‘S my name, ain’t it?”

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Bands: Twenty One Pilots, One Republic, System Of A Down, Måneskin, Limp Bizkit, Green Day, Blink-182, Weezer, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Games We Play.

Top 5 most listened to songs: Coffee’s For Closers, Get A Job, Fairly Local , Beverly Hills , What’s My Age Again?

Had a pop punk phase he never grew out of, and was definitely a teenage dirtbag(🥁).

His whole reality breaks when he overhears a recruit call any of the late 2000s/early 2010s bands he listens to “vintage”.(Price and Ghost just laugh and tell me he’s too young to feel that way.)

Really fun at concerts surprisingly. He always tries to be in the pit at the concerts for his favorite bands, and goes WILD if he gets noticed by an artist he really likes.

Price, Ghost and Gaz don’t really understand why he likes the music that he does.

Bonus!: When Gaz listens to Kanye, he’ll blast Taylor Swift just to fuck with him. He doesn’t like Taylor Swift, he just likes to see Gaz get frustrated. “You know she’s only popular ‘cause of ‘im, right Soap?” “Ah dinnae care. Ah juist like te disturb yer peace, Gaz.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Bands: Arctic Monkeys, Rihanna, The Neighborhood, Kanye West, The Weeknd, Shaggy, Dr.Dre, Kendrick Lamar, Hozier, The Cardigans, Beyoncé.

Top 5 most listened to songs: It Wasn’t Me, Reflections, Love The Way You Lie, Knee Socks, Dark Times

God he’s a certified lover boy AGH-

Imagine: Gaz waking up in the early hours of the morning, sunlight on his skin, looking fine as hell…and “It Wasn’t Me” is playing on the radio AAAAAA-💕(like a damn scene straight out of a movie I swear-)

Gaz likes going to concerts and like Soap, will try to be front and center, but he’s not nearly as energetic and wild. He’d more than likely mellow out with some fruity drink.

Before Gaz joined 141, back when he was an officer, he would definitely make whoever was his ride along listen to Rihanna or Beyoncé in the early hours of his shift. Now when he’s on missions with 141 and he’s in control of the radio, he’s more likely to play Kendrick Lamar or Kanye West, much to Ghost and Price’s annoyance. Soap is the only one who doesn’t complain.

Bonus!: Surprisingly, Gaz is open to listening to any kind of music, even if he doesn’t like. Once sat down with Ghost in the common room and let Ghost show him the music he listened to. Obviously, he wasn’t a fan of it, but he appreciated it nonetheless. “Sorry, ‘s just not my style. But thanks anyways, Lieutenant.”

Captain John Price:

Bands/Artists: Guns ‘N Roses, Metallica, Kiss, AC/DC, Twisted Sister, Ozzy Osbourne, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Ramones, Post Malone(there’s a reason for this, stick with me-)

Top 5 Most Listened To Songs: Seek & Destroy, Rock You Like A Hurricane, Dr.Feelgood, Sunflower, Street Fighting Man

Headcanon(Thanks to my boyfriend): 141 had a movie night. Soap and Gaz wanted to watch Into The Spiderverse, which Ghost and Price agreed too(reluctantly). Price really liked the song Sunflower, and after the movie, Gaz and Soap sat down with Price and showed him more of Post Malone’s music. He’s not a huge fan of the rest of his music, but he does really like that song.

Price’s music taste hasn’t changed since he was younger, still listening to the same bands he listened to in the 80s. Definitely gets somewhat upset when he sees someone his age wearing a shirt of the band but can’t tell him any songs by the artist.

Doesn’t go to concerts anymore unless the team wants to go. Would prefer to go to a bar and listen to music while getting drinks with his mates.

Bonus!: Price is the type of guy to look at people who don’t listen to his kind of music and ask, “Oi, lads, who sings this?” “Eh...Ah havnae a clue...Guns N Roses?” “Metallica, Cap’in?” “No, ‘s definitely Kiss.”In reality, he already knows who’s singing it, and they’re all wrong.

Commander Phillip Graves:

Bands/Artist: Morgan Wallen, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Bruce Springsteen, Florida Georgia Line, Carrie Underwood, Luke Bryan, Big & Rich, Jason Aldean, Sam Hunt, Luke Combs, Toby Keith, Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Top 5 most listened to songs: God’s Country, Save A Horse(Ride A Cowboy), She’s Country, Dirt On My Boots, Should’ve Been A Cowboy.

What can I say? Southern man loves country music.

He’s not allowed to go to concerts anymore due to the fact that he has gotten drunk on several occasions & had to be escorted out:(

He had a crush on Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood at some point in his life and I won’t explain how I know that.

Makes the Shadows listen to his playlist when out on missions to the point where most of them could easily identify what country artist is who.

Bonus!: Absolutely hates any non-country artist who tries to make country music. Like when Beyoncé released Texas Hold ‘Em, he was absolutely livid.

[missfrieden]

This is a gift, precisely a birthday gift. It will not be shown in my Masterlist, or anywhere else. No tags besides one. If you see it, sorry there is a spesific name used.

Because I saw @clonethirstingisreal gets birthday wishes. So this is my gift for Carol. Who became one of my favorite names to pop up in my notifications.

This is not adequat as a gift in my opinion to return what you manage to do. Oh now comes the slelfish train. Because the way you make me grin and believe what I post is worth it. I can't ever produce something worthy of a thanks! But I will be damned if I don't try.

Sadly I have no Idea for a title, only that it is a present.

So I hope you like it. It is timed on Pabu.

Happy Birthday Carol ♡

Carol stood in front of the mirror in the refresher, her fingers nervously tugging at the lace of the new underwear set she’d bought. It was delicate, sexy, with sheer panels and lace details that clung to her curves in a way she knew Hunter would appreciate. But as she gazed at her reflection, all she could see were the things she didn’t like about herself.

Her eyes drifted down to her stomach, the way it hung slightly, not as flat or toned as she wished it could be. She traced the fading stretch marks along her hips and stomach, reminders of growth and change, though to her they felt like imperfections. And then there were the scars, faint but still visible, from fights and missions. They were a reminder of a darker time, and while she had come a long way since then, the sight of them still stirred old feelings of insecurity. She frowned at her reflection, feeling her confidence start to crumble. Maybe this was a mistake. She had bought the lingerie set thinking it might surprise Hunter, but now, standing here, she wasn’t sure she could follow through with it. All the blemishes, all the marks, seemed so much more glaring under the soft light of the refresher.

Maybe she’d just return it. Hunter didn’t need to see this. He’d never said anything about her body, never made her feel anything but loved, but she couldn’t help the self-consciousness that washed over her. Just as she was about to start changing back into her clothes, she heard a soft click behind her. The door to the refresher unlocked, and before she could react, Hunter stepped in.

This wasn’t the first time he’d unlocked the door when she was taking too long in the refresher. It had become a bit of a habit between them. Hunter, with his heightened senses, liked using the refresher to isolate himself from the chaos of the ship, and if Carol spent too long in there, he wouldn’t hesitate to come in, shower or not. But this time was different. Carol’s heart jumped as she turned, eyes wide, realizing she was still standing there in the new lingerie, her insecurities on full display. “Hunter—” she started, but her voice caught in her throat, unsure of what to say.

Hunter paused mid-step, his eyes immediately locking onto her. For a moment, there was silence between them, and Carol felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to cover herself, already feeling the familiar pull of self-doubt. But before she could say anything else, Hunter’s expression softened. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers, and in that moment, the usual intensity in his eyes was replaced by something else entirely, admiration, affection, and a deep sense of love that made Carol’s breath catch.

“Carol,” he said softly, his voice low and full of warmth, “you look incredible.” She blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. “I… I don’t know,” she mumbled, her hands still gripping her stomach, trying to shield herself. “I was just… maybe I’ll return it.”

Hunter’s brow furrowed slightly as he closed the distance between them. He gently reached out, his fingers brushing over her arms, urging her to lower them. “Why would you do that?” he asked softly, his hands moving to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. Carol bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I just… I don’t feel right in it. My stomach, the scars… I don’t know if it’s something you’d want to see.”

Hunter’s heart clenched at her words. He knew Carol had her insecurities, but hearing them spoken aloud like this hit him hard. Gently, he lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Carol, there’s nothing, nothing, about you that I don’t want to see.” His words were firm, but filled with so much tenderness that it almost made her tear up. He let his hand move slowly over her skin, brushing over the stretch marks, the scars, as though they were sacred, reminders of everything she had been through and overcome. Besides he saw her in a bikini a dozen times here on the beaches.

“These marks, these scars,” he continued softly, his fingers tracing the faint lines on her skin, “they’re part of you. They’re part of your story. And I love all of you, every single part.” Carol’s eyes welled up as she looked at him, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of his words. “But… they’re not perfect.”

Hunter shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Who says they’re not perfect? They’re yours. That makes them perfect to me.” Carol’s breath hitched, her insecurities slowly melting under the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes. Hunter didn’t see her the way she saw herself, he saw beyond the marks and the scars, beyond the things she thought were imperfections. He saw her strength, her beauty, and everything that made her who she was. How did she deserve someone like him?

Hunter’s hand slid around to the small of her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together. “You don’t need to hide from me, Carol,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I love you exactly as you are.” Carol rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. His words sank in, soothing the doubts and insecurities that had been swirling in her mind. Slowly, she let her arms fall to her sides, no longer trying to hide herself from him.

Hunter, sensing her shift, gently tilted her face up to his, his lips hovering just above hers as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Carol. Always.” With those words, he kissed her softly, his lips moving tenderly against hers, as though he was trying to remind her with every touch that she was perfect in his eyes.

Carol melted into him, the warmth of his embrace and the softness of his kiss washing away her self-doubt. In that moment, she realized that all the things she had been so worried about, her stomach, her stretch marks, her sscas, meant nothing to Hunter. He loved her not despite those things, but because they were part of her, part of the woman he adored.

As they stood together in the soft light of the refresher, Hunter’s hands resting on her waist and Carol’s heart full of love, she knew that this man, her man, saw her for who she truly was. And that made all the difference. "And besides, I am sure whenever you wear it, it will not be for long." Hunter says with a grin. "You. Are. Impossible!" Carol laughs, smacking his chest with every word. But she lets out a surprised laugh as Hunter moves her towards the small shower. "Yeah, maybe, but I am your impossible." Hunter conters with a lopsided grin.

[dmitriene]

— him.

summary: just thought's about leon. content: re4! leon x gn! reader tags: fluff, not detailed mention of intimacy. author's note: hello! this is my first time writing anything here, so i don’t really understand many little things, but earlier i was strongly inspired by one picture in pinterest and i wanted to transfer it to one of my favorite characters — leon kennedy. so please love and favor, thanks for reading! (also, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes in the text)

(screenshoots from @qxnaty on tiktok)

«you're so art deco, out on the floor / shining like gun metal, cold and unsure»

he — is early sunrises and sunsets, and tired eyes like a clear cloudless sky, and long blond eyelashes that tremble while he looks at you through them, and black circles under the eyes that you run your fingers over while he reaches out to meet your touch, and disheveled blond hair that feels better and dearer to the touch than the most expensive silk, and the gentle touch of his slightly calloused hands, and the pleasant aroma of home and the past rain that comes from him, and sleepless nights that color his eyes, that are so dear to your heart, with an impenetrable fear of nightmares, and a whispers in the early morning about how much you love each other and how happy he is now right here, in this moment, and his bad taste in films and music that you still listen to and watch together, and his shabby leather jacket that habitually hangs in the hallway of the apartment on a hanger and serves as a reminder that he is here now, nearby, and you no longer have to open the front door of your apartment late at night to see his emaciated body on the threshold, and his smiles that you see first thing when you open your eyes in the morning and remember how he rarely allowed himself to be so happy before, and his warm embrace while his strong arms wrap around you, like you're the most precious thing in his life, and your trips together, whether it be shopping or vacation, and the way his big hand squeezes yours and gentle touch of his thumb over your knuckles, and weekends spent cuddling up in front of the TV, and his quiet snoring in the middle of watching some obscure movie or show, because sleepless nights exhaust him, and sunday mornings when he brushes strands of hair from your face and covers you with soft small kisses, and his slightly tanned skin that is scarred by the scars of the past days to which you are surely pay attention, and how embarrassed he is when you start kissing his scars and whispering that they are wonderful, just like him, and the scarlet buds that blossomed on your body after his nightly attacks, and each subsequent new day, he is everything for you and your love, he is lovely.

© dmitriene - my masterlist

please, don't copy my works as your own, and if you want to post them somewhere else - contact me. reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey, I am 4 months clean of self harm, and I know it may not seem very big, but it's very huge for me. I recently read your post with Academy Au! Obanai and the reader being his favorite student and I was wondering if I can request the same au with Obanai finding out the reader self harms and helps her to get clean?

If not please ignore, and I am so sorry if I requested something you do not do

Omfg. I’m so sorry! No, it’s so big! I’m so glad that you’re okay now, darling! I will always do this for representation of the ones who have suffered. Please keep it up, darling. I am sending you all my loves!

Iguro Obanai- Sheathed Blade

Obanai always suspected something was off with the way you purposefully hid your wrists and arms from him. Even in the hottest weathers, you refused to take off your uniform jacket and he could actively see you suffering the effects of the heat. Obanai was curious on what was going on but he didn’t want to pry into your personal life

Rather, you be his favourite student or not. One that he helps with his subject Chemistry the most and he grown to truly appreciate your upbeat, sweet personality. Such respect and competence is very rare for his classes and he wants to help you graduate to the greatest of his ability

Obanai, out of pure respect for you, decided to try his best to ignore your arm-covering habits in assumption that you had some uncomfortable scars from your childhood you didn’t want to show. He could relate to that concept and view so he just went under that image without asking you

However… that would change permanently when you approached him during lunch

On the near end of the lunch hour, you knocked gently on the chemistry lab’s closed doors where Obanai examined through the big piles of tests for his three classes. The man flinched in irritation whilst Kaburamaru curled around from laying his cold scaly head on Obanai’s warm fluffy black hair. The snake’s bright red eyes glared at the door, making out your shape as Obanai followed his dear friend’s

Obanai recognises that stiletto, that hairstyle from anywhere as he slowly rises from his chair and approaches the door with a rather bland expression. That expression shifted to extreme concern when he heard your voice… not speaking. No. Crying. He practically tore the door open to meet your eyes. Your hands covering your face as you sobbed through your palm’s skin

Obanai didn’t hesitate to bring you into his classroom as he knew well he was the only teacher who would hear you out at this time with every other being pre-occupied with their own duties or others being far too cruel. Obanai was your favourite after all and you trusted him, all the leaps and bounds he took to make sure you would get a good grade in both chemistry and every other of the Academy’s subjects

He was the only adult you could turn to for help with your problem… your horrible problem

As soon as the door shut, you wrapped your arms around Obanai’s waist and cried heavily into his stomach. It felt strange, like a brick wall but you didn’t really care, you just wanted comfort as you felt immense guilt and anguish for your actions flood in. You can’t take this anymore… you need help and you knew it. You just couldn’t help yourself with your habits

Cutting

Obanai didn’t even hesitate to hug you back as his arms comfortable wrap around you, a hand climbing up your back to stroke through your hair before he spoke in a soft, comforting tone. “Dokusha… what’s wrong?”

Even from behind that surgical-like mask, you could just feel his affectionate smile for you. He felt a strange daughter-like bond to you, he wanted to protect you so anytime the students of his class tried to call you a ‘teachers’ pet’

He lashed out at those pairs of useless blood sacks with not a single thought to make sure you could continue to work in safety. You deserve respect and care, no matter what. “I-I-I-Iguro-sama… I-I need help! P-please! Help! H-help me!” You sobbed and hiccuped through your words, your poor bright eyes faint and the puffy redness cracked his heart apart

“Talk to me… I’m here”

“I-Iguro-sama… I-I need help…”

You whispered back on a helpless voice as you untangled your arms with a pained flinch and hesitantly revealed your wrists once you pulled the double-layers of your skin. Obanai’s heterochromia of turquoise and yellow widened in horror at what he saw… he should have pried into your problem sooner, how could he wait for so long?!

Cuts… so many cuts down your skin. Bleeding cuts at your arteries… the blood stained your uniform sleeves a bit… no bullies would do this. You did this… you’re harming yourself?!

Obanai didn’t dare to touch your wrists as you continued to cry helplessly. The amount of courage you had to reveal yourself to him; he was so proud and so happy that you showed him, he must help you under every circumstance as he smiles softly at you, his mask hid that gesture but his gorgeous mismatched eyes sparkled with a needed comforting warmth that crashed over you

Obanai gently took your smaller hands in his, making sure your eyes met his. Your vision was blurry and full of tears as he spoke in such a gentle voice and so carefully, as to not make you feel any more further shame in yourself. Kaburamaru hissed and slithered towards your face through a smoothed wave in the air, the snowy white serpent wanted more than anything to lick your face to comfort you

And needless to say that after this little event. Obanai did and he almost sacrificed his job to make sure you would recover, brought you to the attention of Lady Amane, spent hours talking with your parents, rearranged a therapist for you and had you stay inside his classroom for the whole day. Just so he could watch over you and protect you further

“Don’t worry, Dokusha… I will get you help, I promise you’re not alone. I will protect you but please… give me the blade you used”

[selenestblr]

YOU SNOOZE, YOU LOSE

A/N: I will forever be a Lupin girl. P.S. this is my first time posting ANYTHING on tumblr, so let me know. I have a suggestion box for anything you wanna see (smut is on the table ;] ) Also, I have a wattpad on Remus, check it out!

Summary: Let's say your first interaction with Lupin didn't exactly leave you charmed.

WARNING: his sass

Word Count: 571

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You've had been waiting for it all day, the simple sweetness of chocolate, melting on your tongue. You've already decided that simple chocolate bar from Honeydukes would salvage this already ruined day. You had already found out about a horrible grade Professor Binns had given you for your essay, you can't help that you fall asleep in his class!

Walking into Honeydukes, a smile crept onto your face as the aromas of sickly sweet candy lingered at the store. Now, you were very particular about your chocolate, it couldn't be any other brand than a chocolate-covered coconut bar— yes you know it's not a fan favorite, but it was yours.

Loitering around the chocolate aisle, feeling the shove of excited third-years enjoying their trip to Hogsmeade, you looked up and found what you have been looking for: your chocolate. You smile in rejoice as you realized that you had spotted the last one—these greedy third-years hardly kept any for the others. Though looking up, you realize your short stature (one that you humbly resent your genetics for) would require you to sacrifice your dignity.

Balancing on your tippy toes, you reach for the bar, feeling the wrapped fainting on your fingertips. A faint smile etched your face as the feeling of the bar became closer within your grip. Until it wasn't.

A brooding presence was felt behind you, easily reaching for the bar.

You turn to face him. He had sandy waves, watercolor eyes, and about a million scars adorning his face. He was cute, you thought.

"Thank you," you muttered, looking as he held the bar.

He scoffed in amusement, "You thought I was getting it for you?"

You frowned, crossing your arms, "I mean I was visibly struggling! I thought you were helping."

The scarred boy rolled his eyes, "Listen, ma'am, you snooze, you lose. I got the bar before you."

"I'm sorry, but I had the intention of getting the bar if I wasn't so vertically challenged!" You squint your eyes at him, silently cursing him in your head.

"Well, ma'am," he began to smirk, "Instead of reaching for the bigger things in life...appreciate the little things." He began to walk up to the counter, yet you followed him.

"There are other bars in this store, why must you pick that one!" You walked behind him, trying to keep with his unusually fast past. His stupid legs.

"I like this one," he gave the bar to the cashier. He shuffled for coins in his pocket, ignoring the irritated girl beside him.

"You're awfully rude, I had it first!" You couldn't believe this was happening to you, all you wanted was a chocolate bar...apparently that was a lot to ask for today. "Look, sir," you gritted, "I've had a rough day, all I wanted was this chocolate bar! You would be so kind as allowing me to have it!"

He retrieved back the bar from the cashier, his gaze softening as he looked at you. For a moment you smiled in relief, that was when he decided to speak. Men always ruin things when they speak.

"You know what," he paused, his face pensive, "You have great taste in chocolate." He smiled, opening the bar and giving it the biggest bite he had in stored.

You swore your face turned red, watching him leave the store with a shit-eating grin. How much you began to loathe that man.

[orion-lake]

Happy 2024! I hope you all have been celeb rating or at least enjoying the holiday season.

I wanted to shoutout my favourite posts from 2023 - that just means I reblogged them during 2023 and I like them.... ALOT!

You may have seen the posts I do monthly, I am going to continue to do so and I released the December one yesterday, you can find it here.

I scrolled through all my posts (archive...shhh!) to find my absolute favourites from this year. I am sorry if I missed you....I reblog a lot of content and I have about 400+ in my current queue. I can't wait to see what next year has in store because I am sure I won't remember a lot of what I have queued up for us all.

If you would like to draw my attention to any posts your create. feel free to tag me #usernae.

I want to say thank you to my fellow content creators that make this site such a joy to be on, and be in awe of. You are all crazy talented and I am always surprised by the style, concepts, and skill so many of you display.

But mostly, thank you for all the time you put into making these creations - I want to acknowledge the effort and resources put into this kind of fan art and content creation.

To get the show on the way...

(P.S. some of these posts have reblogs/likes so low it is criminal - have a look through these posts and show them some love.)

Please find all of my favourite posts from 2023 below the cut.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS  | January 19, 1981 by @spuffygifs

ORANGE & PINK + ENID SINCLAIR by @rainbowgifs

yeah i bruise easily. by @ayoedebiris

↳ wednesday & enid in gets so uptight for @enidsniclair by @yenvengerberg

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT by @breakableheavens

And I will not be afraid of your scars… by @scullys

TOP 2022 SHIPS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ↳ 2. Wenclair (Wednesday) by @arabellas

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo • typography by @toplines

—Arabella, Arctic Monkeys by @userblorbo

Morgana Pendragon | Merlin by @cinematv

↳ margaret tudor & mary tudor + parallels by @cesareeborgia

↳ RACHEL WEISZ LETTERBOXD by @rosamndpike

Favourite costume 🎪 Circus Ringmaster 🎪 by @antoniosvivaldi

My world only makes sense since you’ve come into it. by @edwinadaily

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) event: Favourite Speak Now Vault Track by @antoniosvivaldi

🎀 SEX METAL BARBIE 🎀 In This Moment #MetalMonday (ins.po) by @x--daughters-of-darkness--x

ICanSeeYou(Kanthony’sVersion) by @chrrispine

YELLOWJACKETSAPPRECIATIONWEEK | favorite dynamic by @saws2004

BRIDGERTON LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK DAY ONE: FAVOURITE CHARACTER ↳ CLAUDIA JESSIE AS ELOISE BRIDGERTON by @candicepatton

BRIDGERTON LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 ↪ Day One: Favourite Character(s) by @snikkts

@pscentral​ event 03: team colors  ↳ Kathani “Kate” Sharma-Bridgerton + Orange 🧡 by @cal-kestis

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day/night! 💕

If your requests are still open, could I request an NSFW with some fluff (optional) with an FTM trans reader (uses he/him and such) with Junkrat and Lùcio? It could be like a one-time thing or an established poly relationship since I could see em both having more than enough love to share, lol. Anyway, if you have time to get to it, I would be so honored, but if not then no worries!! They are just my absolute favorite comfort characters and I would adore to see how you write them! :) 💕💕💕

Karma Police

Junkrat x Trans!Male reader x Lucio smut

A/N : I am so sorry for this coming out late I procrastinate a lot and I kept writing myself into holes and I jus cannot explain how much shit was going on lmao

A/N : Apologies in advance if something isn't to your liking!!

A/N : Pronouns for R are He/Him, Has Top surgery with mentioned scars, No bottom surgery but little to no description.

FEM ALIGNED DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED UPON INTERACTION WITH THIS POST

CW : Weed 🍃, Mentioned Top Scars, Porn as per usual

It was nice, being a pile of limbs hanging with your boyfriend's, a day where none of you had to be deployed, but to just chill in each other's arms, Lucio playing on his phone, and Jamison puffing smoke out of his mouth, occasionally making odd shapes.

You leaned up into Jamison's arms, pecking kisses along his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Gimme.."

You hummed, tracing your fingers along his hand, which held a blunt, neatly rolled, Jamison complying and passing it over, eyeing you as you took a hit leaning up to kiss his lips, smoke trailing from yours to his.

"That is some strong shit.."

You sighed, setting back into your spot, resting your head on Lucios shoulder, watching him play whatever he was playing, your high making it way more entertaining.

You let out soft laughs as Jamison scooted down, leaving butterfly kisses on your stomach, changing to your arm and to your hand, taking a drag of the blunt you were holding.

Mindless to cuddling, Jamison raised, lips meeting yours, the kiss becoming sloppy as you parted for air.

"As much as I appreciate the view, mind if I join?"

Lucio hummed, nuzzling into your neck, phone now nowhere to be found, already knowing the answer, he began leaving mindful kisses overtop pre-existing hickeys.

Your soft laughs formed into short breathed moans, occasionally hitching as Jamison teased the idea of going to your lower area.

"Jamie.. please?"

You whined, your lower lip quivering just the slightest, defeating Fawkes instantly, his fingers hooked around your waistband, tugging your pants down around your knees along with your boxers, cool air drafting over your privates making you shudder.

Slender fingers teased your hole before slipping inside, curling to themselves.

"Ooh fuck Jamie..."

You sighed, your attention hazily turned to Lucio, the bulge in his sweatpants prominent, looking almost painful.

"Let me help you with that."

You hummed, letting Lucio shuffle to where his hips were level with your face, pushing down the fabric, cock slipping free as the head tickled a small happy trail.

Slowly, you took him into your mouth, his hips occasionally bucking into you, forcing you to focus on your breathing albeit Jamison's mouth meeting your groin.

"Oh shit.. you feel amazing babe.."

Lucio moaned, hands slipping to your hair and tugging, eliciting a groan from your throat, though you pulled off, panting as a wire teased to coil in your abdomen.

"God.. please just fuck me.."

You whined, your grip on Jamison's hair loosening as his head rose from your legs, lips glossy and hair tousled though seemingly unbothered.

With quick rearrangement, Jamison was now behind you resting on his lower legs and holding you in his lap, leaving kisses on your shoulders with a toothy grin.

In front of you, Lucio rested on his knees, letting your legs lay on either side of his waist, teasing with your nipples and kissing over the scars on your chest.

With ease thanks to Jamison, They both slipped into you, Lucio letting out an airy sigh, forehead resting on your shoulder, everyone pausing to adjust to the feeling of eachother.

You let out a low whine that coerced them to move, their hips rutting, when Lucio pulled out, Jamison thrusted in, never feeling empty as they fucked into you.

"Ha—ah.. Jamie- Fuu... "

You huffed, your arms wringing around Lucios neck, though your head being turned to face Jamison as your lips crashed together, Lucio's mouth latched to your neck, overriding it with hickey's.

Hot wire coils in your stomach as they rut into you, though their pacing becoming sloppy.

"Ehe, Luci- I can feel ya.. ugh"

Jamison giggled as he parted from your kiss, one of his hands slipping around your waist to press at your stomach, the pressure added to the merciless fucking prompting a high mewl from you.

"Fuck, Luci, I'm gonna cum.."

You whined out, grasping to your lovers, the mixed dazed of your high and the sex blurring your vision, the coils in your abdomen threatening to snap, your body shaking as they ripped apart, clenching down on your boyfriend's cocks.

They wasted no time coming to their release, Lucio, Then Jamison, them both pulling out and coming off their high, Lucio being the first to bounce up and to your shared bathroom, soon returning with a damp wash rag.

"C'mon let's get up so I can get us all clean."

Lucio hummed with a small smile, Jamison raising up from cuddling into you with tousled hair and red eyes.

Jamison soon rose up, digging through everyone's drawers and retrieving clean clothes, both of them helping you stand up as your legs wobbled to get your pajama pants on.

You all coddled back into bed, each of you nuzzling into eachother and passing out in everyone's arms.

A/N : again I'm sorry this is so late and very little plot but yk my life is so jumbled ☹️

[magicofthepen]

thank you so much for your kind words about my fic ;_;. that's one of the fics i'm proudest of and i'm happy it's still getting hits two years later. i'm also baffled by the lack of gen fic for both post lottl and eot. from what i've seen while searching, the most popular way to do post-ytnw as to include it as a hurt/comfort element in a jack/ianto fic. and no shade on that but it's really only one way to get at the emotional scar the ytnw left on everyone who remembers it. idk if it's the fandom's neutral at best relationship to martha or a general disinterest in writing gen fic but it blows my mind. what baffles me MORE is the lack of EU content about everything surrounding the ytnw (Saxon campaign, actual year, and post). there are so many gaps here to capitalize on. it's this massive playground and it's basically unexplored in the EU. the year of martha jones audio BF put out is pretty good but it's basically the only full-length work in this category afaik. other than that it's a few short stories. super weird to me.

meant to reply to this sooner, sorry! you’re very welcome, it’s a brilliant story that digs into the emotional consequences for Martha, Jack, and Lucy and explores the like. practical real world cleanup of the ytnw and end of time.

(the fic we’re talking about is when i close my eyes, i hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count.)

I’ve gotten used to seeing lots of well-written gen fic for the thirteenth doctor era, and the ytnw is a massively traumatic event where the ramifications aren’t really explored in canon, so I totally expected there to be a lot of gen fics for this timeframe too, and…..really there isn’t much, at least not on ao3. so I extra appreciate that you wrote and shared this, it’s The post-ytnw fic for me right now.

and good point about the EU! I haven’t listened to the Martha audios because I’ve been limiting my BF purchasing mostly to Gallifrey in recent years. but also Martha was my first favorite companion, and I loved her in LotT and imprinted on that episode as a baby fan, and there’s that hesitance of “are they gonna do a good job with a character I love?” but glad to hear you thought it was pretty good, and it’s definitely something I’m interested in listening to at some point! but yeah it really is one of those empty spaces where so much could be done—it’s the apocalypse, essentially, and even though they don’t end up remembering, all the old companions (and future companions!) on Earth lived through it, too, and that creates even more story possibilities.

[hellspawn-enjoyer]

No. Hold on. Listen.

Their physical appearance and bodies just complement each other in such beautiful ways. Now this may be my brainrot talking, but…

The cold pale walking corpse of an elf, past self dead in the dirt for centuries that’s fighting to reclaim his life against the hot fiery red tiefling with a passion for life fighting her death.

And their scars! Both literal and internal!

Astarion, with this perfect body, offset with this terrible scar on his back that is representative of his captivity and enslavement to Cazador. Puts on a mask that hides the more unsavory parts of his personality and history. Yet he’s more open about telling you bits and pieces of his past as you grow closer. Afraid inside and always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Then there’s Karlach who looks like she wears her scars loud and proud. A heart on her sleeve type person. Wants to live in the moment. Yet refrains from talking about what happen to her in Avernus. She rather not bring it up and changes the subject when you try to get to know that part of her life because it’s a mood killer. Though from some of the out-of-pocket comments she makes it clearly wasn’t great. (I mean she was stuck in Hell I’m sure it was nothing but awful) Distracting herself with the positive and not facing how much pain and fear she has building inside herself.

Both had their bodies violated for some else’s deal with a devil: Astarion’s being forced to sleep with people to bring back to Cazador for his eventual deal with Mephistopheles and Karlach having her heart ripped out and her body modified to put infernal machinery in its place for Gortash and Zariel’s deal.

Both had unwanted transformations: Astarion’s vampirism and Karlach’s weaponization.

BOTH BRANDED IN INFERNAL!! HELLO?!: Astarion’s piece of Cazador's contract on his back and Karlach’s tattoos on her body and even etched into her horns that basically say she’s Zariel’s favorite lapdog.

Having those two bodies come together togive instead of take. To give a genuine warm loving touch for once in years’ time instead of death and violence. Able to touch someone, to reach out in emotional or physical intimacy without it leading to that person’s demise.  Clumsily trying to figure out what it means to slow down, to be out of survival mode and in the moment appreciating life and making their own choices with each other. They’re just two normal people again finding their own sense of freedom and who they are even with the sins of their past, instead of the monsters built by their masters.

So, these two characters specifically, seeking such things in each other?! Their relationship is just so…poetic? Oh, I’ll never be normal again. Their relationship is going to drive me insane.

There’s more but I feel like I’m rambling sorry, this post just activated my brainrot

Cause I think about these little things between them SO much!

I am obsessed with the visual contrast (and inherent significance) of Astarion and Karlach’s skin. Pearly smooth and pale, dusky red and covered in scar tissue.

It’s such a drastically different representation of their captivity, torture and pain, but so rich in meaning…

I imagine Astarion tracing fingertips over her rough skin as she sleeps beside him. Softly touching her deep scars and burns, finding the few spots left of her that are unblemished, seeing how scars over scars hardened her flesh and thinking… of her pain, and his.

AGH!

[capobegone]

Hello my love, I was wondering if you could do a matchup for me for demon slayer. I am a straight, female, I have wavy red hair, pale skin, white eyelashes, blue eyes, I’m 5”1, got thick strong thighs lol) and I have decent sized scars on my legs ( I’ve had five surgeries since I was 6) my personality: i am more introverted, but I love to spend time with my friends and people I’m more comfortable with. I am a calm, understanding, patient person and I can be known as mature though I do have a childish, fun side and I love to hang out with my younger cousins :) I’ve got a bit of crackhead energy lol. I would do anything for anyone and do my best to comfort people I care about. I had a rough past, my dad was pretty abusive and that gave me a few scratches in my childhood that I’d rather not mention, ( think:the shinazugawa brothers father) so I can be a bit (very) touch starved, therefore I would say my love language is physical touch, though I may be shy at first, id love it) and quality time. I love playing my saxophone, karate, swimming, and drawing in my free time. I have a great love for animals and my favorite is a fox,and I overall seem to have a fox- like personality. Just some fluffy hcs, if not I would still like to know the ship! Thank you my love! I love your writing ^^

Hello my dear!! It’s nice to meet you, you sound like a really sweet person! Thank you for your request!! I’m so glad you like my writing, I really appreciate you wanting to support me :D

Unfortunately, I actually don’t write matchups or character x reader. My work is typically focused on the characters in relation to each other, so I prefer to write specifically for that cast of characters rather than x reader things. I’m so sorry to disappoint!! I know there are lots of wonderful writers here who do y/n matchups, so I totally encourage you to hit up one of them for this specific request. Spread the love!!

However, if you want to support my writing in particular, I would be more than happy to write general headcanons about a character of your choosing! It wouldn’t be x reader, but I have a lot of silly thoughts about the kny cast that I would love to share. I should definitely do a proper post about this (lmao) but for now, here’s the general guidelines of what I will write headcanons for:

-Character of your choice in KNY canon setting

-Kimetsu Academy character hc’s

-Relationships between characters (platonic/familial)

-Relationships between characters (romantic, but no proship or incest obviously lol)

-If you have a prompt you would like to see, you’re welcome to submit it and I might do a little one shot/drabble if I have the time in between chapters of my fic!

Anyway, thank you again for your request! I appreciate you taking the time to reach out! Sorry that I can’t fulfill this specific request, but I will happily do general Hc’s for your favorite character, so if you’re interested in that feel free to slide back into the inbox with your request :D

[silens-oro]

HOLY SHIT!!!

First of all I hope you don't mind but I need to share some of my favorite pieces of dialogue/moments from part 3 because I haven't stopped screaming since I read it. This is going to be long and you don't have to post it, but I needed to reach out because I haven't read fics in a long time and this was the first I encountered coming back here.

“I should believe my sister and uncle would like their assassins returned,” Aemond explained. His gaze dared anyone to question him. “Though they will not be whole.” AEMOND??? BABE??? HACKIN AND WACKIN AND SMACKIN THE ASSASSINS?? I stan.

By the time you landed, your hair had crafted itself into a rat’s nest and you were missing a boot. The smile on your face nearly cracked your skull in half as you fell to the sand. Scrambling up, you bowed to the dragon, thanking it out of respect as it seemed like the thing to do. 

“I feel you,” You spoke through pants of air to the dragon in your native High Valyrian, a hand held to your heart then placed on the dragon’s jowl.

Also we get to look back at how the reader acquired Aerraxys!! I could imagine the scene in my head as I read along so bravo to you!

“I do not need a maester to tell me what I can and cannot do, Aemond. I do not need a maester to tell me to lay in bed, alone, to think of what has happened over! and over! and over! without mercy with my only thought a silent prayer for the Stranger to take me and spare me of the madness that grows within me!” You turned your head to Aemond with tears in your eyes and whispered, “You do not understand,” To see the reader's mental breakdown happening in realtime is so sad. I can't imagine what she's going through. I also like (appreciate) the disconnect that very obviously happens between them since she was attacked. Based on what Aemond says, she would not speak to him. It seemed like he tried not to take it personally and that he wanted to help her, but he was also hurting? The back and forth seems to me like it is more therapeutic than driving a wedge between them if that makes sense? Now that all of this is in the open, they can continue forward to hopefully kick some ass. “Though I only carry the mental scars, I pray you never have to witness me as I have you, bleeding and broken upon your death bed, the Stranger creeping along the shadows! As I have witnessed my child shrouded upon the table of the Silent Sisters!” His voice was a desperate plea for you to hear as he tried to shake sense into you.(...)

(...)“Do not think me weak or uncaring for not laying waste to the Seven Kingdoms because if I had the choice there would be nothing left to speak of!” I'm ugly sobbing??????? This entire exchange is agonizing to begin with, but then you remember that he is only 20 years old and it makes it worse to me. Ah man. I can't explain how emotional this chapter made me. I took "Though I only carry the mental scars..." as Aemond not trying to downplay the pain and trauma that the reader went through and to let her know that he stands with her, but she also needs to stand with him. He needs her support just as much as she needs his.

I wish someone loved me as much as Aemond loves the reader wtf

This ended up being super long I am so sorry.

xoxo

You're ugly sobbing? I'm ugly sobbing from this message! Literally cried for fifteen minutes after I got this. Thank you for taking the time to send me your thoughts, truly.

I took "Though I only carry the mental scars..." as Aemond not trying to downplay the pain and trauma that the reader went through and to let her know that he stands with her, but she also needs to stand with him. He needs her support just as much as she needs his.

This was beautifully put, and exactly what I was trying to convey. Their lifetime co-dependency on each other was brought to light in the worst way. It is so easy to forget just how young most of the characters in the show are, and what is expected of them regardless of that. Characters like Aemond seem so much older based on how they're articulated throughout the story. He is not much older than Jace (four years or so), but it may as well be a lifetime when you compare the two.

And I agree, I too wish I had an Aemond.