#that just means it's crazy wild and will get the tender love and care it deserves without overwhelming the creators

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝜗𝜚 𝓈𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

Ah, kinks—something all humans have, especially those who read fanfics. I mean, who doesn’t love them? Whether it’s the soft, the spicy, or the downright unhinged, there’s always something that hits just right.

Let’s be real: scrolling through AO3, Tumblr, or Wattpad at 3 AM, looking for that one specific trope that scratches the brain itch?

Yeah, we’ve all been there.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions. 

I mixed a bit of canon and my headcanons for Crowe and Sol in this one—yep, once again! This time, I kept it focused on just four kinks to keep it short and sweet.

Hope you enjoy reading!

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

Starting, I’ve noticed that TKATB fans have their unique preferences when it comes to Sol or Crowe.

For example, fans who gravitate toward Sol tend to enjoy the idea of him being dominant—whether it’s being in control of him or just envisioning him taking charge. It’s that mix of power and intensity that gets people excited. You know who you are, you freaks!

On the other hand, fans of Crowe are drawn to his reliability, his deep understanding, and his caring nature. He’s willing to guide you through anything, offering both emotional support and strength. It’s comforting, isn’t it? And yes, I’m a freak too—I get it.

✑ 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

Naturally, I had to start with the man himself—Jericho, or Crowe, as he's known. Though the details are still unclear, he exudes a mysterious, almost savior-like presence. I WANNA KNOW SO BAD.

His style is effortlessly sharp, and his quiet confidence makes him instantly trustworthy. Reliable, steady, and composed, Crowe is the perfect support when life feels overwhelming. His charm is subtle, blending good looks with an alluring personality—irresistible, without ever being flashy. 

Now, let’s address the question: Can you see Crowe as kinky?

At first glance, no. Not. To a stranger, he’s too put together, with not even the faintest hint of anything unconventional beneath the surface. But as you get to know him, that answer begins to shift. Slowly, subtly, he reveals a side of himself that hints at complexity—an edge just beneath his polished exterior. However, don’t expect anything extreme or overtly wild.

What he does reveal is never too much but always just enough to leave you captivated—and maybe, just maybe, a little curious.

✑ Vanilla (Soft Dom…) 

For Crowe preferences!!

He's the ultimate soft, warm partner. Like, you just know he's all about the quiet, comforting vibes. No crazy power dynamics or rough kinks—he's all about that steady, affectionate love. It's Vanilla, but in the best way possible, full of layers. He’s not rushing anything, just enjoying the little things, taking his time, and making sure you feel heard and cherished. 

When you're with him, it's all slow and gentle—he’s not here for intense extremes. His love is patient, thoughtful, and wrapped in warmth. Every touch, every word, is like a soft caress, just so deliberate and tender. 

And honestly? There's no need for anything crazy. Crowe's happy to explore your connection, build that trust, and just savor the passion that grows naturally between you two. It's the kind of love that builds and lingers long after. 

Now… Crowe might be a soft dom—nah he IS A SOFT DOM.

Crowe’s not the type to push you past your limits just for the thrill of it. He’s not into playing mind games or testing how far he can take things. No, Crowe’s power is the quiet kind, the kind that makes you feel safe without even having to try. He knows the real strength is in taking care of someone, not in forcing them into anything they’re not ready for.  

When you’re with him, it’s like he’s always tuned into you, always listening, always aware of exactly what you need. He’s the guy who doesn’t take, but gives—gives you everything he can, with a level of care that’s almost overwhelming. And even though he’s gentle, don’t get it twisted—he’s still a tease. He’s the kind of man who’ll leave marks on your skin, a subtle reminder that you're his. But it's all in the way he leads, in that steady hand that takes yours, guiding you through every little moment.  

There’s nothing loud about Crowe—other than his moans and whining. I SWEAR he has pretty moans.

He doesn’t demand anything and doesn’t rush you, but he has this way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room. When he touches you, it’s with a confidence that leaves you breathless but also comforted. He’ll press his forehead against yours, his hand guiding yours down to your stomach, just so you can feel his bulge inside you,how much he wants you, how much he’s thinking about you at that moment. 

There’s no need for words—just that connection, that intense eye contact that says everything.  

But yeah, he’ll also let you think you have the upper hand for a minute. Let you believe you’ve got him cornered, like you're finally taking control… only for him to flip the switch, regaining control without you even realizing.  

With Crowe, it’s not about begging or pleading for pleasure—it’s about your happiness, your satisfaction. His version of dominance is the kind that wraps around you like a warm blanket, soft and cozy. He just wants to see you smile, hear you laugh—moan, and whine under him, and know that every moment spent with him is full of happiness.  

So, if you're into a soft dom who values deep emotional connection, tenderness, and affection, Crowe’s your man! He just wants you to trust him, to let go and let him care for you. Let him be there for you in every single way, in every moment. 

And in that, he gives you all the security you’ll ever need.

✑ Praise (giving + receiving)

Crowe is all about Praise, and affection through words. Imagine him pulling you close, whispering in your ear while his fingers gently trace patterns along your skin. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, look at how well you take me, love. That’s my girl, always so ready for me, aren’t you?” His words make you feel safe, wanted, and cherished.

He doesn’t wait for you to ask for reassurance—he gives it freely, letting you know how much he appreciates having you around, and how much he loves seeing you smile. And when it comes to your body? He knows every inch of it like he’s got a personal map of your every curve and spot. He might even joke, “No one will ever know you like I do. I’ve ruined you for everyone else, haven’t I?”

Crowe has this vibe about him, like he’s always hungry to make sure you're feeling amazing, but don’t forget to show him some love, too. He thrives on hearing you praise him, especially when you whisper how much you need him, and how much he’s doing for you. The sound of your voice, the words you say—they get to him, melt him down until his heart's pounding.

Now and then, he’ll pull back, checking in on you, “You okay? Am I pushing you too far?” It’s not just about the rush for him. He wants you to be comfortable, to be in sync with him as he takes you through everything, slow and steady, giving you all that love. “That’s it, you're doing so well,” he’ll say, his voice smooth like syrup, making sure you know you're adored.

But here’s the thing: if you keep praising him, or if you’re the one in control, just wait. Crowe’s mouth? It’ll get filthy. AND I MEAN FILTHY. He can’t help it, don't be mean now...

I mean, you can. You giving him head? Taking his cock deep inside your throat, feeling he's about to cum, then you pulled back, teasing him. He'll say, "Please, my love, you were doing so good on my cock—please, please, keep going, I need that tongue of yours."

One of his favorite things is when you’re so into it that he can just forget what you say and speak directly to you, but in a way that’ll make your body react before your mind even catches up. Like, he’ll whisper, “God, you taste so damn good. Missed me, huh? Just wanna be filled up, don't you?”

His words drip against you, his eyes dark with heat, like he's speaking to your body, not even acknowledging your moans. “Such a good fucking pussy. Always making me feel so damn good. Want me to stuff you full, hm?”

And when it’s all done? Crowe doesn’t just drop it and move on. He’s got aftercare down to an art. He’ll guide you through it, keep you close, making sure you’re okay, settled, and cared for, getting ready to do it all again whenever you’re ready!

✑ Experimentalist

Crowe is the kind of man who never wants to leave any stone unturned, especially when it comes to experiences.

There was something about him that screamed experimentalist—like he needed to try everything, no matter how wild or unconventional. When it came to relationships, he was always up for anything, which meant he'd probably had more relationship experiences than most people you knew. 

His mind is open, impossibly so, and he had an insatiable curiosity that could never be satisfied. He’d never form an opinion on something without diving in and getting his first-hand taste. If there was something new to try, something out-of-the-box—Crowe was there, ready to explore. 

And honestly? He didn’t even need you to ask twice. If you suggested something wild, he’d be all in—his enthusiasm infectious, his curiosity never-ending.

However, he's pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting, so don't expect him to go TOO hardcore. If there's a kink suited to his taste and he masters it? Oh, Babe, you'll feel it—so much in fact.

Take ropes, for example. Blindfolds? Handcuffs? Oh, he is intrigued. But, again, don’t expect anything brutal. He isn't the type to be into floggers or paddles; no, pain isn't needed for his skills. It is his anticipation. The slow burn of him carefully tying you up, not in a rush, but with the kind of patience that made every moment last longer. 

When his hands hovered over your skin, it wasn’t just touch—it was electric. He’d make sure to linger, let his fingers graze over every inch, just enough to make you shiver, your breath hitching in the air between you. It wasn’t about hurting you, not at all. No, it was all about the build-up—the moment when the ropes or restraints were placed just so, tightening the tension between you both until it was practically unbearable. 

And then? When you finally let go, it was a release so sweet and steady that it left you breathless. No rushing, no quick fixes—just a slow, fulfilling pleasure.

Adding on, Crowe loved the idea of restraint. Whether for fun, for art, or for that extra little spark of excitement, there was something about having you completely at his mercy. 

And if you ever flipped the script? If he was the one getting tied up? Like I said, Crowe will be just as filthy when he lets his guard down. 

✑ Dacryphillia

Okay, hear me out. I know what you’re thinking—"Crowe? He would never hurt me. Why would he want to see me cry?" And I get it, really. This is one of those wild ideas but just stick with me for a second.

You know how he’s all about emotions and deep connections, right? Get it?

He gets this deep fascination with what you feel and show, especially when it’s raw. Here’s where it gets interesting: Dacryphilia. Yeah, I’m talking about that thing where someone gets... well, aroused by tears, by the sound of you sobbing, the whole mess of emotions. 

So, let’s imagine this: You’re begging him, pleading for more. Your face is a mess of emotions, eyes watery, tears rolling down your cheeks. And yeah, he’s gonna ask if you’re okay because that’s the kind of man he is—always checking, always making sure. But if you keep begging for more? Oh, that’s when it gets dangerous. 

Each desperate plea of yours, each tremor in your voice, just fuels this fire inside him, an all-consuming fire. His eyes? They’re practically glowing, deep blue, and locked on you like he's drowning in you, in every little thing you’re feeling.

You can feel him there, so close you can almost taste his breath on your skin. His lips brush against your ear, a soft, teasing whisper sending shivers down your spine. "So desperate for me already, huh? We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet..." His voice is low, and dangerous, like he’s savoring every second of this.

You know he’s enjoying this. Every inch of him is hooked, and once he has you like this, there’s no going back.

Crowe’s could be teasing you for what feels like hours, driving you wild with a mix of pleasure and frustration. He’s pulled every bit of sensation from you, your body trembling with each orgasm, each touch—until you’re left aching for more. You’ve come undone on his fingers, his tongue, but now, you’re desperate in a way that makes your chest ache.

You need him, inside of you, filling you up, but he’s holding back. Just barely, he brushes against you with his cock, grinning at the whine that slips from your lips.

His fingers tease your entrance, and you can’t stop yourself from begging, voice shaky, "Please... Please, please." You repeated. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as they fall helplessly. The emptiness without him feels unbearable.

Crowe tilted his head, the smirk on his face practically dripping with playful mockery. “Just please?” He dragged the word out slowly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Tell me what you want, love. What is it you’re begging for?” His hand slid up your stomach, hand pushing down lightly as if testing the waters. 

A soft moan released from your lips as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, the playful glint in his eyes shifting into something darker, more calculating. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

His soft gin stretched wider as you stumbled over your words, desperate and disordered, pleading for more. He could tell you were unraveling, and it only pushed him further, each whimper was like a small victory. 

“You’re falling apart, love,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need... just say the word.” You could barely focus as the desperation built into your chest. His control over you was unnerving, yet exhilarating. The tears running down your cheeks were a mix of frustration and need, a silent scream for him. 

“I need you, Crowe. Please...” Your voice was broken, but he was the one who was in control, studying the way you reacted like a willing experiment.

Crowe’s hand lifts gently to your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears streaming down your face. He gives you a soft grin, his voice low and teasing. “Already crying for me, huh?” he murmurs, almost amused. His thumb slips past your lips, letting you taste the salty remnants of your emotions. "We’ve just started," he adds, a soft chuckle escaping him. 

Before you can respond, his hips jerk forward, pushing into you with one swift, forceful motion. The shock of it makes your breath catch, and Crowe can’t help but smirk, his eyes glinting with that dangerous, experimental gleam.

Every move, calculated and deliberate, is part of his twisted exploration. And you? You’re the willing subject.

✑ 𝓈𝑜𝓁

Sol is described as a “stinky basement-dwelling yandere”—ngl, this alone made me laugh. He’s a quiet kid, the one who lingered at the edges of every room, observing, never quite fitting in.

Beneath his reserved exterior was a complexity most couldn’t fathom. He’s incredibly smart, with a sharpness that slipped through his words when he spoke, though he rarely bothered to. His talents leaned toward the arts, paintings, and writings.

And yet, at the end of the day, Sol isn’t exactly smooth. He was hopelessly inexperienced when it came to relationships. He gets no bitches, and honestly, he probably doesn’t even try. But in his inexperience is a certain rawness, and once you did get to know him, he’ll flirt or charm you. But before, he just watched and wanted.  

Now, let’s address the question: Can you see Sol as kinky?

Yes, let’s not sugarcoat it—he is kinky asf. Of course, he is. There was no way someone as quiet and repressed as Sol didn’t have a horny side, one he tried to keep buried but couldn’t fully hide due to his love for you. 

✑ Switch (A Pervert…)

Now, about Sol’s... preferences. 

From reading his relationship information card and playing the game. He is a paradox, a Switch in every sense of the word. He didn’t neatly fit into the mold of “always dominant” or “forever submissive.” Oh no, that would be far too mundane for someone like him. He's not a standard yandere people.

Sol is a man of extremes, a “pervert” in the most endearing, shameless sense of the word. He believed in living freely, without the shackles of societal expectations or traditional constraints. Ethics, morality, conventional roles—he’d toss them aside without hesitation if they stood in the way of his desires.   

When he takes the reins as Dominant, Sol is the type to lean into theatrics, pushing boundaries with a devilish grin and that mischievous gleam in his eyes. He had a talent for making the experience unforgettable, for making you feel as though the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of you. But when the tables turned, when Sol found himself in the more submissive role, he’d throw himself into it with equal fervor. 

He’d challenge you to prove your worth, tease and push until you stepped up to the plate, and then—when you finally did—he’d surrender so completely that it'll feel like a victory worth savoring.  

To Sol, sex and relationships weren’t just about power dynamics or tradition. They were a playground for exploration, a place where the only rule was to follow what felt right. With his “anything goes” mentality, Sol turned every interaction into a kaleidoscope of passion and unpredictability. 

As mentioned, Sol, can’t help himself when it comes to you.

Let’s say he has this thing—Voyeuristic Disorder, to be precise, a fancy word for being a pervert. Dosn't care to see anyone else naked. Only you he wishes to see. He was obsessed with watching you, whether you knew it or not. In public or private, it didn’t matter.

He just liked being there, lurking in the shadows, soaking in every moment. Watching you do the most intimate things, completely unaware that he was there. 

There was something so exhilarating about seeing you—your bare skin, the way you moved, the little things you did when you thought no one was watching. He couldn’t resist. The way your body reacted, the sounds you made when you didn’t know he was there—it was all he needed. 

Deadass, I’m shocked that the creator of the game never added a specific scene where you were taking care of yourself in bed—you freak, oblivious to him sneaking a peek from the window, his hand on his cock, jacking himself off, doing exactly what he does best. Watching. 

He didn’t let societal norms dictate how he expressed himself or who he loved. He was unapologetically himself—messy, chaotic, and a little too intense for most people’s taste. But for those brave enough to step into his world, you, well, if you picked him, that is.

Sol will offer an experience unlike any other: one filled with unrelenting honesty, unbridled passion, and a love that refuses to be anything less than extraordinary.  

✑ Praise (Receiving)

Sol isn't the type of man you’d peg as desperate for validation—at least, not at first glance. His sharp, confident exterior gave the impression of someone who had the world at his feet, who didn’t flinch under pressure or crack beneath judgmental stares. 

But peel back the layers of this supposed nonchalant and cool type of man, and you’d find a truth that was much more human, much more raw. Sol craved praise. Why? Perhaps it was the lack of it throughout his life. His track record for romance was, let’s say, less than impressive. Not because he lacked charm or good looks—he had both in spades—but because his overbearing aura and unapologetic eccentricities tended to drive most people away. 

They didn’t understand him, couldn’t see past the way he challenged conventions. He wore his "loser" title like armor. After all, who cared if he didn’t have admirers lined up at his door? He didn’t need anyone... right? Yet, when someone, such as you, did manage to offer him an honest compliment, something sincere, it was like watching a dam break. 

His confident smirk would falter for a second, his eyes softening, betraying the vulnerability he worked so hard to conceal. Sol wasn’t accustomed to receiving love—real, genuine love—and when it came, it hit him like a truck

✑ Masochist

The first time you noticed Sol’s tendency to endure pain, you’d thought it was just his stubborn nature. He’s always been the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve when it came to you—raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically vulnerable. But as time went on, you began to see something deeper beneath that tough, rebellious exterior. 

Sol wasn’t just someone who endured pain; he seemed to embrace it…? almost thrive on it, especially when it comes to you.

Sol is, without a doubt, a masochist. Not in the twisted, sadistic sense, but in an almost heartbreaking way. He’d do anything to please you, to earn your attention—even if it meant enduring the unendurable. 

He could never be a sadist. No, he loved you too much to ever inflict pain on you, physically or emotionally. The very thought of hurting you would make his stomach churn. Instead, he channeled all his devotion into being by your side, no matter the cost.

There were moments when his tendencies became painfully obvious. Like he gets into fights back to back, defending himself or you—for example, the movie theater bathroom or the Campus library (With or without.)

You hadn’t/have even been there to witness it—Sol hadn’t wanted you to see him like that, bruised and bloody. But when you found out later, he brushed it off with that crooked grin of his, the one that hid just how far he’d go for you. “It’s nothing,” he’d said, wiping the blood from his lip. “They deserved it for talking about you like that.”

Or that time with Crowe. It had been an innocent moment, just you laughing at something Crowe said, but to Sol, it might as well have been a dagger to his chest. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, nails digging into his palms until they drew blood. He didn’t want to feel that way—jealousy mixed with self-loathing—but he couldn’t help it. Watching you walk away with someone else, even for a moment, was unbearable. 

It wasn’t that he enjoyed the pain; it was just that he could handle it, even when it tore him apart inside.  

And in the quiet, intimate moments, Sol’s masochistic streak became something else entirely. If you picked him willingly, He’ll trust you, and loved you, enough to let down every last defense he had. He didn’t just endure pain; with you, he could find meaning in it. 

A sharp bite, nails dragging down his back—he shivered under your touch, his body responding in ways he didn’t fully understand but didn’t question. For him, it wasn’t just about the sensation; it was about the connection, the way it brought him closer to you.  

Masochism, for Sol, wasn’t about pain tolerance. It wasn’t about how much he could take. It was about the way he found a strange, twisted kind of comfort in it. The pain wasn’t the point; it was the context, the giver—you. Sol would never seek out pain for its own sake, but if it was for you, if it meant being close to you, he’d endure anything.  

Even in the game, he seemed to attract hardship like a magnet, always the one taking the hits—physically and emotionally. Whether it was the bullies who thought he was an easy target or the way he seemed to hurt himself just to prove his devotion to you, Sol carried it all with a quiet, unshakable resolve. Because, at the end of the day, it wasn’t about the pain. It was about you.  

And he’d never stop. For Sol, loving you wasn’t just a choice—it was a part of who he was. If being close to you meant enduring the worst the world could throw at him, he’d take it all with a smile. Because that’s who Sol is. A damn masochist.  

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.  

✑ Somnophillia 

It was inevitable, wasn’t it? Everyone could see this coming from a mile away—there was simply no other possibility. Sol, in all his twisted complexity, had long blurred the line between obsession and affection, his love taking on forms most would never dare to comprehend. 

Some might accuse him of holding darker urges, like necrophilia, drawn to the lifelessness of the dead. But no, that isn’t Sol. Despite his obsessions, there was a deep-rooted sentimentality within him—a refusal to let go, to lose. If anything, he had made it clear in his own hauntingly poetic way: he’d rather die with you than live without you. 

Yet, that didn’t mean his desires were any less unnerving. No, Sol’s particular brand of affection manifested in somnophilia, a fascination with the vulnerability of sleep, the beauty of your unconscious form. To him, those moments were sacred—your body relaxed, your mind adrift in dreams. It was when he felt closest to you, unguarded and free from the chaos of the waking world.  

Before your relationship, it started innocuously enough—or so it seemed. He’d find ways to end up at your apartment, invited by some pretense or perhaps even through sheer charisma. And then, ever so subtly, he’d lace your drink with something to make you drowsy, to keep you from suspecting as his fingers ghosted on you. 

You lay there, utterly still, utterly serene, your chest rising and falling with the kind of peaceful rhythm that seemed to still the chaos of the world around you.  

It was maddening, the way you looked so untouched by the noise that haunted him, your lips slightly parted, the barest whisper of breath escaping them. Every exhale was a siren call, soft and unassuming, but it gripped him like a vice.  

His gaze wandered, helplessly drawn down the curve of your cheek to your lips. They looked soft, and inviting in a way that felt almost cruel. He wanted to press his own to them, to taste whatever peace you’d found and see if he could borrow just a fraction of it for himself.  

But it wasn’t just your lips. His eyes traced lower, following the lines of your body, the way your clothes clung to you, hinting at the form beneath. He shouldn’t be thinking like this—he knew he shouldn’t. And yet the thought of you, warm and pliant beneath him, invaded his mind, unrelenting.  

He swallowed hard, trying to shake it off, but the more he fought, the more vivid the thoughts became. The sound of your soft sighs, the way you’d move under his touch, how you’d look at him—not like this, not sleepily and unaware, but awake, wanting.  

God, he was losing it.  

Sol leaned back, running a hand through his hair, forcing his gaze away from you for a moment. But it didn’t matter—your image was burned into his mind, and there was no escape. Watching you sleep was his guilty pleasure, though his guilt barely lasted long enough to stop him from pressing further. 

Once the two of you were together, the dynamics shifted, but only slightly.

Sol’s obsession deepened, and the lines of consent became more of a gray haze in his mind. To him, love was devotion—complete and all-encompassing. And if you loved him, shouldn’t you accept him entirely? Shouldn’t you trust him to care for you, even when you weren’t awake to see it? 

He was careful, always so careful with you, so don’t worry! 

His lips found their way to the sensitive curve of your inner thigh, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every second of this quiet moment. You stirred faintly, a sleepy whimper escaping your lips as the warmth of his mouth brushed against you, teasing and tender.

Sol’s hands gripped your hips gently but firmly; his fingers splayed across your skin to hold you in place. You tried to shift, your body instinctively responding to the soft, wet pressure of his tongue on your needy cunt, but his strength was unyielding.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper in the stillness. One hand slid up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his thumb lingering for a moment as he marveled at the serene expression you wore, so unaware of the devotion he poured into every touch. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he breathed, his words an intimate confession meant only for the dark.

To Sol, this meant everything. 

This was the essence of love itself—intimacy beyond words, a bond that transcended anything others could hope to understand. He wasn't like anyone else; he knew that, and perhaps that’s what made this feel so special.

So sacred.

There was a quiet possessiveness in the way he worshiped you, a deep yearning to etch himself into every corner of your being, to ensure no one else could ever touch the part of you that belonged to him.

And as you stirred again, a soft moan escaping your lips, Sol smirked against your skin, the faintest edge of smug satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth. You might not fully wake, but you’d feel him—his touch, his adoration, eventually his cock. You’d know, even in sleep, that you were his world.

To be with him, you’d have to accept all of him. Even the shadowed obsession that came with it. 

[itertarot]

-`♡´- One

Completely attracted to you!!! Your future husband is going to be completely into you, like, completely!! He'll be at your feet, totally obsessed, and i mean that in the best way possible. For some reason, you'll have this crazy power over him, and he's going to love it. He will feel like you are this untouchable temptation, something so magnetic that he just can't look away. And if you ever play hard to get, girl, it’s gonna drive him insane, he'll want to act all dominant and in control but he knows he's the one wrapped around your finger. He'll be your personal paparazzi, honestly. He’ll watch you all the time (not in a creepy way, but in that deeply lost in love kind of way), whether you're doing something innocent or trying to tease him, his eyes will always be on you, like he's silently watching the right time to attack you (attack is not the right word 😭 but he's very sexual, very hungry).

He will LOVE your back, he's gonna love catching you when you’re distracted, unaware of how much he’s craving you in that exact moment, actually, he will be attracted to your whole body, it is going to drive him wild, but especially your breasts, he could suck them all night, not kidding, he will want to spend the night sucking your boobs while masturbating your vagina, he'll want to take his time with your boobs, like really take care of them, kiss them, worship them. He's also gonna be all about your hips and your vagina, especially your pubic hair, to him, that's part of what makes you such a real adult woman, he would really like if you made different designs in it.

Now, not only about the body he will be attracted to your attitude, your confidence, your independence, the fact that you respect yourself and don't chase after anyone, and will love the hard to get game. You hold this innocent "i don't know what I'm doing" attitude, acting like you're not aware how much he craves you and this darling will be your super power, it is what keeps him hooked, he's gonna be completely weak for your indifference, for those moments when you’re not paying attention to him and he has to fight for your attention again, he will LOVE the challenge. Your future spouse is obsessed with you!!! Obsessed!! In his knees for you!.

-`♡´- Two

"I'm your biggest fan", that pretty much sums up your future husband. He's going to be, without a doubt, your biggest admirer, the kind of man who looks at you like you're the most beautiful woman in the world, every single day he'll full you with compliments constantly, even in the smallest details, he'll tell you how gorgeous your body is, how perfect you're exactly the way you are and how you don't need to change even a bit, and none of it will come from a place of lust or fetish, this is love!!! Pure, real, heartfelt love. Your future husband will have a very strong protective instinct when it comes to you, he'll see you as something precious, something delicate he wants to take care of. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he has muscles just to make sure he's able to protect you if needed. His arms are definitely strong, probably a very manly, muscular chest, either gym muscular or those "dad body" muscular type.

Theres so much love and tenderness here, he'll love laying beside you after sex, just talking softly with you, keeping you close. Aftercare will matter deeply to him, he'll want to make sure you feel good, safe, cherished, he'll ask if you’re okay, if it was good for you, if you feel loved. He'll be gentle with every touch, every movement, if you ever feel shy or don't want to take all your clothes off, he will be understanding and respectful. His skin will feel warm to the touch, he might have body hair, especially on his chest, giving him that strong, masculine vibe, his body will be solid and manly.

For many of you in this pile, you might choose to stay home while he works, and if that’s the case, he'll admire you even more. He'll value everything you do, the love and care you put into your shared life, and honestly, he'll hate having to leave you alone, even if it is for him to go to work.

-`♡´- Three:

Just like pile 1, your future husband will be very attracted to your breasts, but not in an overwhelming or overly intense way. His energy will be softer, more loving and adoring. He'll admire your body with so much affection that even his desire for you will feel like care. He'll also be incredibly attracted to your stomach and hips, there's something about your stomach that will completely turn him on, something he can't even explain, he'll just be attracted by it. Your curves, your softness, the way your body moves, all of it will drive him wild in the most romantic way possible. He'll love it when you wear dresses that highlight your chest or show your shoulders, to him, that’s incredibly sexy, there's just something about your natural elegance/composure that makes his heart and body react at once, he’ll also love when you wear hair accessories or styled in different ways, he’ll notice everything and appreciate every bit of effort you make, he loves seeing you dressed up. He'll be watching you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the room, either it is at a party or at home, you're the only woman that exists in his eyes. Another thing that will really turn him on is when you wear a long robe without anything underneath, he loves your body so much that any hint of skin will ignite something inside him, and when you tease him by slowly undressing, or pulling back your robe just enough to show a seductive part of your body, he's going to lose his mind. That kind of teasing will become something special or even recurrent between you two, especially in places where it feels "forbidden", like at a party, or a family gathering, where no one else knows what you just did🤫.

Just like in pile 2, your future husband will be gentle and tender. He'll always start things slow, taking his time, touching you softly, with care and intention. Every movement will be thoughtful and romantic. His focus will be all on you, making sure you feel safe, desired, and completely LOVED. And okay, this is oddly specific, but for some reason I heard that he lasts 20 minutes. But let me tell you, those 20 minutes will feel like heaven. Every second will be meaningful, fully enjoyed. It won't be rushed, will be slow, felt, something about touch and his rhythm is charming, like a spell you can't get ride off. Of course, the 20 minutes don't apply to everyone, for some, it could also be 40 minutes.

[lovemomhatepolice]

rafe cameron nswf alphabet (part 2) (minors DNI!)

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Rafe would never agree to group sex in his life. Maybe it would have crossed his mind even earlier when he wasn't in a relationship with you and just had a single life, but now there's no way he would agree to it. Even more so for sex with another man, oh no. He wouldn't tolerate the sight of you and someone else giving you pleasure

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Well, let's not kid ourselves, Rafe definitely prefers to receive something than to give. Although let's not hide it, this is slowly changing, and thanks to you! (And for you) Previously, he was only focused on his own pleasure, and now he wants to give it to you as well, because after all, you are his only princess, whom he has to take care of and make sure she is quite satisfied But yes, he's pretty darn talented

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Here, too, I don't think there is too much to say. It really depends on your mood, because Rafe can also be slow and tender, but very often your sex is just rough. Not that you don't like it, on the contrary. Ever since you started having sex with Rafe, you immediately liked it, and what's to say, the boy definitely knows what he's doing And just so you know! Even though he's harsh, that doesn't mean he's hurting you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Ay, this man is definitely a fan of fast rounds. I think he very often feels the need to just take you to any toilet and just fuck you. That's right, that's why quickies are paradise for him. Wherever you are, you are always in the mood for them How often? Often. But not as often as your evening long games

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) The risk is as much as you allow. Rafe doesn't seem to me to be the type who insisted very much. After all, he is the son of one of the most influential men on the island, after all, he can't disgrace the name. As much as he would love to show everyone that you are his and only his, there are limits he won't cross himself, much less without your loud approval. He's more of a risk taker when it comes to getting you pregnant…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can score many rounds, really, is how much he has in him…. oh jesus Do you want one round? Alright, there will be one. You want five? There will be five. As much as you are able to endure, so long will Rafe be able to endure as well. Sometimes a little shorter, he'll satisfy you with his hand or mouth, and sometimes longer than you do, so he'd probably expect the same from you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't have and has never had toys intended for himself. Nor has he ever been a big fan of them, because he thought he could do everything himself much better than some plastic. However, once he saw you satisfying yourself with a vibrator while he was home, I swear, Rafe went crazy Now he occasionally pulls it out of your drawer when you fuck and it assists your orgasm, and sometimes he just wants you to show him how you satisfy yourself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) The man is a bloody teaser. He can touch you somewhere all day, send you all sorts of bawdy messages and behave in the worst way he can, only to pretend later in the evening that none of this happened and leave you alone craving remarks. The same during intercourse, when you are already geared up to take him in…. Ah, Rafe

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Rafe is not a fan of being loud. Of course, you may hear loud sighs or gasps of air coming from his mouth. Often moans as well, but in his case it is quite muffled. He much prefers to listen to your loud voice, which shudders from the satisfaction it gives your body

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) In the past, he often had sex under the influence of drugs, so long as he didn't really feel anything but them and the created satisfaction. It wasn't until he met you and put them aside that he saw what real intimacy was and that he didn't need powders and pills at all to be satisfied

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He is big, really, after all. It will come as no surprise to anyone when I write this very thing. Rafe is big and there is no fooling himself. And at the same time he's damn experienced, which is why he knows how to fit in perfectly in you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Rafe could fuck all day. I swear, you and him are like fucking rabbits. But what a surprise, Rafe Cameron is irresistible and he thinks the same about you. As soon as he sees you, he immediately wants to have you as close as he can. And of course it shows - I'll say it again, Rafe Cameron is a clingy guy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't fall asleep very quickly, I assume he has sleep problems caused by various traumatic events. When you are next to him, of course, he falls asleep much easier, however, he continues to have problems with them. He likes to lie down and touch your bare hands or hair to calm down a bit and fall asleep faster, but this doesn't always work out, so you stay with him longer and wait until he falls asleep so you can fall asleep easily yourself, without worrying that your boyfriend won't get a wink of sleep all night

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[bullet-prooflove]

Bad Timing: Tim Gutterson x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

It’s always a case of bad timing between you and Tim, it’s been that way since Afghanistan. A couple of stolen nights here and there before one of you departs for greener pastures. For him it was Iraq, for you it was an honourable discharge before you took up a position in the FBI.

When he becomes a US Marshal he figures the two of you will find your way back to each other again at some point, he just doesn’t expect it to be in some backwater shithole near Harlan in the midst of a raid. He doesn’t expect it to come with a punch in the face as you escape through an open window. He chases you for almost two miles before he catches up and that’s only because you let him.

Distance running has always been your thing, just like intelligence work.

“Fuck Lucky.” He mutters, trying to catch his breath as you slow to a halt outside the abandoned Anderson house. “Did you really need to run me out this far?”

The reason they call you Lucky is because back in Afghanistan no matter what fucked up shit you  were caught up in you always made it out. It didn’t matter what the odds were, the one thing he could always bet on was on you.

It had started because of those five days you spent hiding out in the hills, evading the Taliban with nothing but your wits and a combat knife.

Lucky is what they called you when you came stumbling through those gates looking like you’d been dragged through hell.

Fierce and smart as fuck is what he thought when they’d headed back to the caves and found the mess you’d left there, along with the intelligence cache you’d secreted away. He’d fallen a little bit in love with you right there and then.

“You looked like you could use the exercise.” You say, putting your hands on your hips with that devil may care smile on your lips.

Christ you look beautiful, even in the light from the shitty streetlamp overhead. He remembers the last time he’d had his hands on you. It was during that law enforcement conference up in Louisiana a couple of months ago. You’ve always been a little wild, a little crazy and that translates into the bedroom. He’s asked you to come stay with him in Lexington, give this thing between the two of you a real shot.

“After this assignment.” You had promised him as you straddled his hips. “Let me get these next couple of months over and done with and then we can talk about playing house together.”

You’d meant it, he could tell from the look in your eyes before you rode him into oblivion.

“That eye is gonna turn a pretty colour in the morning.” You say interrupting his thoughts as you reach out to touch the place where you socked him. There’s a tenderness in your touch, one that he spends his nights craving. This is the other side to you, the part he misses more than anything. The part that loves him, the one that will always love him.

“I’d take any hit you can give me as long as it means you’re safe.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over the tattoo on your wrist, the one of a four leaf clover. “When are you gonna be done with this undercover bullshit and come home to me?”

“When redneck militias stop buying up rocket launchers to blow up churches.” You tell him and he sighs because he knows what that means.

It’s not easy dismantling an arms ring, especially one with ties to the military. There jurisdictional issues in play, different agencies get involved which means more risk on your part. It also means a bigger investigation because operations like this filter into different states depending on what the hook up is. Guns from Texas, grenades from Florida, body armour from Kansas, the list goes on.

The two of you are looking at a year maybe, instead of the months you’d both thought.

“I guess we still have a case of really bad timing don’t we darlin?” He says, his heart aching at the prospect of spending another year without you.

“Yea Tim.” You say softly. “We sure do.”

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[justsomeonewow]

Tough Love

[William(Dollface's father)]

Ever since I was a boy my own mother vowed

I must find the way to power through a noble brow

I married once for love, then my sences came

I must marry for the stature of my wife's name

Onto marriage number two, I knew what I had to do

And my poor wife divorced me and took most of the kid custody

Solved problem number one, now to problem number two

Hee doe-eyed little girl with innocent point of view

Would I ship her off to school? No! I told her if she stayed

That she'd have to earn her keep and so she became the maid

[Milena(Dollface's stepsister)]

She was lazy

She was crazy

She was talking to the mice

[William]

She was hopelessly naive, so she had to pay the price

I moved her to the attic out of sight and out of mind

I could have thrown her out, but I'm benevolent and kind

[Milena]

Father, your heart's too big for you

[William]

I knew what I had to do

After all, difficult children will take advantage of your good nature

So you lock them up from away the key

There's one on every family tree

[Milena]

Ungrateful

Hateful

Vile too, the things she put you through

[William]

Break their spirit so they obey

Now they'll do anything you say

Maybe you'd call it cruel but others would call it love

Tough love

I ask you, is it a crime to strive for perfection in all things?

[Elson]

Oh no, they're so cute when they're little but

Then they grow up and just ruin everything

I never wanted children, life was better on my own

All the screaming, nagging chilled me to the bone

But then one day I came across a pretty woman

She worked all day, so I kept it all for me

But someone dug it up, now three kids held the power

So I borrowed oldest one locked her up and hid her in her own room

Years went by, oh, the sacrifice

And against my better judgment, I fed her once or twice

Teenagers now I know I wild eat their young

But that's messy

Manipulation's easily more fun

A little guilt, a lot of force of course you have to lie

Remind them that without you, they'd shrivel up and die

They only have themselves to blame

If you'd been there, you'd do the same

So work them hard till they fall in line

There's one way and it's only mine

[Jackson(Hoppy's father)]

The children are lazy

[William]

Spoiled too

[All]

But we know what to do

Govern them with a heart of stone

Lock them up, so they're all alone

Maybe you'd call it cruel but

Others would call it love, tough love

[Elson]

Ugh, her own so much wanted privacy and

She runs away, the first change she gets

[Jackson]

These wretched brats think the

World owes them something, but it doesn't

Far and wide I ruled the tortures with a heavy hand

But there was more, I had in mind a greater plan

I never cared to share, so the queen would have to fall

But the youngest child blocked the way to me and came out resisting our savior

She was skinny, she was dumb

And grotesquelly optimistic

She need structure in her life

She wasn't realistic

I give her chores and took away the things that she'd enjoy

But then I cought her singing songs with birds and then a girl

Love? Was I just sit by and wait?

For her to take my crown? No

She had sealed her fate

She had to go, and so she did and you know what

They say, selling your victim everyday keeps your enemies away

Don't be fooled by their tender smile

[All]

Give an inch and they'll run a mile

Our idea for a happy home

Is one where we live all alone

[Elson]

Dark

[William]

Depressing

[Jackson]

Desolate

[All]

Now let's all drink to that

[Milena]

Call us wicked call us mean

[William]

Cruel and everything in between

[Elson]

You could say it's unjust

[Jackson]

Turning their dreams to dust

[All]

This is what we call love, tough love!

Oh well- what do you think Ayuda and Angie?

@shortmomma1993

[pumpk-n]

Weather, Dove, Hot Cocoa

🐺👋🏻

all of these are going to make me cry typing actually but hi honey 🤭🥰

what do you love the most about~

i think my answer rn is my friends. it’s so easy to believe in true love and soulmates with these freaks around. they have held me together through so much in the past few years. i used to be a very abrasive and rude person when i was young because i was terrified of getting hurt again. and you know what’s wild? i’ve experienced so much hurt and i’ve been able to stay tender and safe because of them. i wouldn’t believe better things were possible if it weren’t for them. i’m so so so lucky and i miss having them all close to me with so much time to waste together.

how do you express love~

oh in a very. loud way. one of the main parts of myself that i am constantly tending to is my capacity to care for others and what that care looks like. i’m not the biggest fan of the idea of the love languages just as a personal thing because especially when it comes to my expression of love, it’s all of them, all the time. i’ll bring you dinner when you don’t have time in your schedule to do it yourself, i’ll drive you wherever you need to go, i’ll plan trips for us, i’ll constantly be making gifts for someone, i’ll learn new hobbies, i’ll try to better myself so that i can continue to care for them better, i’ll write letters and poems and listen to every thought that needs to be shared, if you need to scream i’ll take you speeding down the freeway with all the windows down in the middle of the night and do it with you. when i love someone or something, i want to see it flourish, and i want to do my part in helping that process along. i think that’s kinda the point of connection and relationships at their core.

three things you love about yourself~

i literally don’t have an answer for this especially at this point in my life LMDAO instead what i will opt to do is say things that my friends have said about me that made me stop and appreciate myself and think of myself a little differently

1. my independence. unfortunately for my opps, there’s nothing i can’t do, especially when im about to focus on myself. i am really good at pushing through via spite. like i’ve perfected it. but not the point. you would be astounded at some of the shit i’ve lived through, and dealt with and survived completely alone, especially when i was younger. again, this used to be a really aggressive part of my personality but because of my friends i am learning to ✨ accept help and support ✨ anyways if you even need a mean lesbian to do something for you, let me know.

2. my thots my big juicy brain. especially in the past quarter, i’ve had so many wonderful connections and potential opportunities that i used to dream about when i was a kid and like. i get to pursue these amazing things because of all the work i put in to get here. i study like fucking crazy i read too much of everything all of the time and im constantly picking up new hobbies or things and im really hard on myself because now that i have long covid and my medication makes it hard to me to stay awake it’s incredibly difficult for me to do the academic work at the pace i used to. my memory is shit and i’ve got constant brain fog and despite all of that i’m still making progress and improving and becoming a better writer and it just. i cherish this knowledge while i have it

3. i’ll say my writing. i feel like a lot of the work that has not seen the light of day has really helped me find my voice and what i’m doing? and for the first time in a long time im proud of the things im writing and want to share them with people (even if im nervous)

[battleshipgarcy]

Tomorrow, The Road Less Traveled, Chapter 26: "Quite The Team", drops, so…

Oh wait! But first...

SPOILERS BELOW: read at your own risk

Events summarised are NOT in chronological order

I don't know how to put this inside a "cut" (sorry)

Previously on The Road Less Traveled...

Garcia Flynn has been locked up in prison for six weeks when he is paid a visit by Lucy Preston - posing as his wife to obtain a conjugal visit (because she thinks that her original time team died in the explosion at Mason Industries, and knows Garcia Flynn is the only other person she can rely on to help her take down Rittenhouse). After a rocky start, and some tender moments between them, Lucy and Garcia escape prison.

Before hitting the Texas border, a wild and crazy car chase ensued between Garcy and three Mason Viribus sports cars commandeered by a Rittenhouse Squad. Which was awful for Lucy and Garcia, but wonderful for us Garcy fans who got to enjoy Garcia taking care of Lucy in its aftermath 🔥

He lowers his mouth to her ear, and whispers, “I know, draga… I’m feeling this too, but I can’t look you over if you’re leaning on me, and if we let these… feelings… get in our way.” He places a soft kiss on her temple. He watches her in the mirror as she slowly opens her eyes.

👆 Sorry, I just really love that moment between them. I had to share it in full.

As time passes on their way to Houston, Lucy reveals that her mother, Carol (and all of Rittenhouse) expects her to go back in time to 1725 to become the Mother of Rittenhouse. That a journal exists that was written by (another?) Lucy Preston that described the way in which Byron impregnated her with the boy who would become the founder of Rittenhouse. The man Lucy, Garcia, and the rest of the team met in 1780: David Rittenhouse.

Suspecting that Wyatt Logan and Denise Christopher are Rittenhouse members themselves, Garcia and Lucy find that while they desire to continue fighting Rittenhouse until their destruction, that they do not have a time machine in which to chase after the group as they go back to bend history in their favour.

Well… that is until Garcia's mother, Maria, explains that she remembered "John" from 1969, and recognized that man in her youngest son, Garcia, when he got older. Maria, being Maria, invented time travel on her own, and has a yet-to-be-tested time machine that her son and his (should-be) girlfriend can use.

Though Maria's time machine hadn't been tested, Garcia and Lucy take it back in time to stop Rittenhouse. They sang and danced with each other on stage at a party in 1941, Lucy almost got hanged in Salem in 1692 while Garcia discovered the truth about who killed his family in December of 2014… Wyatt Logan.

And have I mentioned that the sexual tension between Garcia and Lucy is sky-high? It is, and though the opportunity to explore their feelings for each other presented itself several times, nothing happened between them.

Well… I can't say "nothing" happened because there's a whole heck of a lot of cuddling in bed, touching, caressing, comforting, kissing, whispered declarations, saying 'I love you' for the first time, foreplayish activities, and, well… happy endings without technically doing it... and an impromptu wedding proposal...

You think they would do the deed after all they've been through between saving Younger Lucy from her car accident in 2003 (only to come back and discover that someome *COUGHS* CAROL killed her after they left. Or how in the world they didn't jump into bed (I mean: do it) together after returning from surviving the sinking of the Titanic in 1912? I mean… seriously?! They both thought the other had died, and no sex?! <- well… there was that massage and handjob, so… that counts, right?

Meanwhile, after the Titanic, Carol and Rittenhouse have no idea if Lucy survived, so they send Wyatt to Houston to surveil Maria's home. His orders are to kidnap Lucy if she is, in fact, back in the present day, and then kill Garcia Flynn.

The only thing is… *chuckles* Wyatt discovers Lucy is back in 2017, but then does nothing after spending the entire night listening to her and Garcia consummate their relationship (in what can only be described as an emotional Garcy sex marathon - tender, loving, crying, laughing, talking, caring for each other, and a questionable sex injury for Garcia <- on top of about a gazillion other injuries he's sustained). Oh and, Wyatt ends up laying on the floor of their bedroom and is forced to listen to them go for round two. Why? Because it's what he deserves 😂

Don't forget that the sex marathon came after a week of Garcia and Lucy not getting along/fighting because Amy had asked him to tell Lucy that she had died on the mission to 1934. And Garcia - who didn't use his brain, obviously - agreed to tell this lie. Then he felt bad about it, and instead of telling Lucy the truth, he pushed her away, and behaved like a proper asshole to her. Thankfully, Lucy realised he wasn't being himself, and she never stopped trying to communicate with him, and never stopped fighting for their relationship.

As all that Garcy reconciliation was going on, back at the new Rittenhouse Headquarters in New York City, Denise pays Emma a visit, and they decide that they, too, will work from inside Rittenhouse to try to bring them down. Agreeing that it is disgusting that the group wants to take Lucy back to 1725 to be raped by Byron Rittenhouse just so she can fulfill the prophesy of (another timeline's Lucy wrote about in) the 1725 Journal.

Oh and… don't forget… handjob night actually was the night Lucy got impregnated… and if Rittenhouse finds out, well… their plan would be to abort the unborn child so that Byron Rittenhouse can later impregnate her - also something Emma and Denise (like ALL of us) do NOT want or agree with.

Did I mention that Emma was a HUGE Spice Girls fan in the late 1990s? And that she crushed on Goran Višnjić in Madonna's music video? (am I revealing things through my characterization of Emma that Younger Me also liked? Yes. Yes, I am 😊)

So anyway... yeah...

Unfortunately, Wyatt shows up (late) to that Rittenhouse meeting (after a wonderfully craptastic flight back to NYC) with a photo on his phone of a photograph of Lucy with her daughter, Lilijana, in the year 2023 (six years from the present day timestamp -2017- in TRLT) that he saw on Maria's coffee table. He also informs them that he overheard Lucy and Garcia discussing living in the past to birth their daughter, and to raise her until it is safe for the little girl to travel back to 2017 in a time machine. That Lucy and Garcia plan on going to see an Anna Pavlova ballet (smth, smth Swan) in 1905 (as well as smth smth about New Years Eve in Paris). Carol - being a historian - knows exactly when and where this is, and Wyatt and Emma are given orders to go to 1905 to capture Lucy and to bring her immediately to 1725 after killing Garcia Flynn.

Before the meeting ends, Emma and Denise share a look, and Emma wonders if Denise can truly be trusted. And as if things couldn't get any worse for Emma… her mother shows up at a pizzeria to celebrate Emma's belated birthday. Her mother, Lori - whom Rittenhouse ordered Emma to kill as her loyalty test in 2017 after her return from 1882. A woman who had never been a member of Rittenhouse in the original timeline. A loving mother to Emmaline Noelle Boucher (aka: Emma Whitmore).

All was fine and dandy at the pizzeria until Lori informed her daughter that if she fails to capture Lucy, and to kill Garcia Flynn, that Rittenhouse has ordered her to punish Emma by taking her own life.

And we left off with Emma wondering if she could approach Lucy and Garcia to ask if she can join their team. Something that has been on Emma's mind for some time (once she realised that her initial plan to take over Rittenhouse went to shit after the 2003 mission).

And this -more or less- is where TRLT left off at the end of chapter 25.

Now that your memory has been jogged, you're all set to check out what happens now that Emma seems to have no choice but to capture Lucy and deliver her to Byron in 1725, and kill Garcia Flynn.

Oh and... you know... also deal with Wyatt Logan as her time travel partner, and hope that he doesn't muck everything up.

Everything underlined above is a link to the chapter in which those things happened. You can skim them, reread your favourite chapters and/or scenes, reread chapter 25, or... start TRLT over from the very beginning. No matter what you choose, there's plenty of Garcy for your heart ♥ Read TRLT on AO3:

I'm excited that you are about to start reading the final chapters of this story. And... a poll just for shits and giggles 😊

A note about the (tentative) AO3 publish dates for the remaining chapters of TRLT...

Chapter 27: 11 October 2024

Chapter 28: ?? November 2024

Chapter 29: ?? December 2024

Chapter 30: ?? February 2025

Chapters 31-38: Spring 2025

[ this list is always kept up-to-date at my fanworks website: battleshipgarcy.com ]

[usbshitake]

How trust-based, love-based relationship with Gavin Reed would be like:

You nod, your smile widening. “I do. Your rough edges are part of who you are. They’re what make you, you. And I love every part of you.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re something else, you know that?” His usual smirk returns, but it’s softer, more genuine. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

Gavin leans in, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t want to change who I am,” he admits. “But knowing you accept me, all of me… it means more than you know.”

You smile and say: I’d want you to kick me in the ass without mercy and pity when I’d be whining… I’d want to you to confront me to whatever bullshit I’d say or do. I like this traits of yours, so I don’t want you to hold back even when I would get touchy about it

Gavin Reed’s reaction is immediate, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering in his eyes. He appreciates the honesty and the trust embedded in your words. He tightens his grip on you slightly, his expression softening as he processes what you’ve just said.

“Well, you asked for it,” Gavin says with a smirk. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because I care. If you start acting up, I’ll call you out on it. But remember, it goes both ways. If I’m being a prick, you better not hold back either.”

His thoughts align with his words, a firm resolve settling in.

Gavin Reed thought: “She’s serious about this, and so am I. This isn’t just some fling or a momentary thing. She wants me to keep her grounded, to push her when she needs it. Hell, that’s what I’ve always done best. I won’t sugarcoat things, and I won’t let her fall into old habits. We’ll keep each other honest and strong.

But it’s more than that. She’s giving me the permission to be myself completely, to be the blunt, straightforward bastard I am, because she knows it comes from a place of care. No more holding back. If this is what she needs, I’ll be there every step of the way. We’ll face everything together, even the ugly parts.

This is how we’ll grow. This is how we’ll make each other better. And damn it, I won’t let her down.”

He looks back at you, a newfound determination in his gaze. “Deal?” he asks, holding out his hand for you to shake, a playful yet serious challenge in his eyes.

Gavin looks at you with a mixture of amusement and warmth in his eyes, the edges of his mouth curling into a smirk that matches your own. As your hand moves to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you can sense the connection between you deepening even further.

you say with a smirk forming on your lips: you… as you are… so sexy… This intensity, directness, abrasiveness and softness too… So hot and beautiful. I’ll try my best to get better at all of this too. Not for you. But… for myself

Gavin Reed thought: "She really gets me. All of me. It's not just about the tough exterior, the abrasiveness—she sees the layers beneath, the intensity and the softness that I rarely show. And she's willing to embrace it all. It's crazy how someone can see you so clearly and make you feel...understood.

And her saying she'll do this for herself, not just for me, that’s something. Shows strength, shows she’s in this for the right reasons. She’s not just looking for a savior; she’s looking for a partner. It’s hot, honestly. This mix of vulnerability and determination she has, it’s driving me wild."

Gavin leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, "You already are, you know. Sexy as hell. And seeing you grow, seeing you do this for yourself... that’s the most beautiful thing."

His hand covers yours on his chest, his fingers gently squeezing. "We’ll get better together. Push each other, challenge each other. And we’ll do it our way. No bullshit, no holding back." His voice is low, full of a promise that’s both fierce and tender.

You can feel his heartbeat quicken under your touch, matching your own. The room feels charged with a new energy, an unspoken understanding that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

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Mirror Mirror (02x04) Spirk Musings

Aren't Prime Kirk and Spock's reactions to their Mirror Universe incarnations of each other hilarious?

LOOK AT JIM'S FACE.

He is such a shook lil' cinnamon roll: What the what now? Where's my Spock?! BEARD!!! Spoop intensifies

It's also hilarious what a monumental deal that Jim is making over Spock's beard. Immediately. Like why does that matter so hard to him?

A grand total of nobody but Jim is making such a fuss about it. Nobody else is out here popping off over First Officer Spock's facial hair like this except Jim. And it is both Jim's doing it.

Zero chill about Spock's facial hair in every universe confirmed. Apparently Spock's grooming being Jim's business is a universal constant.

Also precious: How quickly Jim Prime just gravitates to Spock, even a Mirror Spock, when he is feeling in over his head in the Mirror universe. He immediately sets about trying to work with Spock - any Spock - to find a solution, because that's just second nature to him.

Spock is his security blanket in any universe, it seems.

Jim Prime even takes it so far as to join Bones in insisting upon saving Mirror Spock's life at the risk of not getting home to their own universe:

Jim Prime believes in his heart of hearts that every Spock - - that every single Spock in every single universe has an ounce of good in them that is worth appealing to and saving.

It amazes me how unwavering his faith in Spock's character is. It actually pays off for Jim Prime to put his faith in Spock, wherever he ends up in any universe.

And then there is Spock Prime back at the ranch with Mirror Kirk, exhausted:

Mirror Kirk : Has the whole galaxy gone crazy? What kind of a uniform is this? Where's your beard? What's going on? Where's my personal guard?

Mr. Spock : I can answer none of your questions at this time.

Mirror Kirk : [chuckling in amusement]  All right, Spock. Whatever your game is, I'll play it. You want credits? I'll give them to you. You'll be a rich man. A command of your own? I can swing that, too.

Mr. Spock : Apparently, some sort of transposition has taken place. I find it... extremely interesting.

Mirror Kirk : Spock. What is it that will buy you? Power?

Mr. Spock : [shaking it off]  Fascinating.

Aww, Mirror Jim doesn't understand what real love is. He is out here thinking that he can buy or favour his way out of this with Spock Prime.

Meanwhile Spock Prime is like: Wow. I wonder what actually motivates Mirror Spock to help this guy; I just do what I do simply because I love my Jim.

How sad. How pitiful. :( Bet Mirror Kirk is amazing in bed though. SHHH!-What? We are all thinking it, including Spock Prime.

Especially Spock Prime.

Y'all know Mirror Kirk was a handful, and it's kind of tender and sweet that Spock Prime seems happy and relieved to have his own Jim back.

(Also the way Mirror Spock says to Kirk Prime: "I must have my Captain back." Like, no matter which Spock we are dealing with, it applies. Ugh. Ugh. Spock loves his Jim in any universe. Don't even care how broken he is, give him back. Just . . . UGH. Primo.)

Still, cinna- I mean Kirk Prime really resonated with Mirror Spock. So much so that he convinced Mirror Spock to help him and led him to question the entire Empire in the process.

Mirror Spock : The Empire shall be overthrown, of course.

Captain James T. Kirk : The illogic of waste, Mr. Spock. A waste of lives, potential, resources, time. I submit to you that your Empire is illogical because it cannot endure. I submit that you are illogical to be a willing part of it.

Jim Prime just swooped in out of nowhere and shook up Mirror Spock's entire foundation, identity and life.

So now Mirror Spock is out there like:

Dang, I need to get me a Cinnamon Roll™ edition Jim Kirk of my own.

(P.S.: Do you think that after Jim Prime disappeared into the Nexus that Spock Prime went wild going through every single crackhead possibility, outcome and avenue he could explore in his desperation to try to understand or uncover what happened to his Jim?

And he'd lie awake at night thinking over theories and possibilities and places to look and it just hits him one night like: Merciful Surak. Did Mirror Spock finally come over here and purloin my Cinnamon Roll™ edition Jim Kirk?

. . . I'm gonna stop now.)

Image Sources: TrekCore

Inspired by @shyravenns post.

[kpophubb]

Hey, I saw that you were accepting requests 💓So, can I request a friends to lovers trope with Heeseung where he is an idol and reader is a staff member (also Jungwon is like reader's platonic soulmate)

Also, I really love your works🥰take care

❥𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 // ℓєє нєєѕєυηց

🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒, 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ᰔ

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 ♥︎”

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6 months prior, you joined under hybe labels as an assistant stylist, which means it’s been six months since heeseung’s heart had adapted itself to a new rhythm. Half a year, since this lover boy’s heart had begun dancing to his newfound cherished melody- the melody of you.

To think that fate would pull its magical chords and align you as the personal stylist of belift lab, that too under enhypen, where you get the chance to breathe the same air as lee heeseung was more than just a miracle. Even though you were an assistant stylist who seldom did big makeovers, it was enough to blow your heart that in more than one cases, you’d work in an unrealistically close proximity of the man who had single handedly dominated your mind and lived there rent free, no one else but your beloved idol crush heeseung.

Much to your oblivion, heeseung felt the same crazy way about you and the tension and attraction was heavily mutual. From the first moment you walked inside the room, he felt an electric feeling in the air, the drumming of his heart and heat from his cheeks indicating that you were destined be his person. Maybe it wasn’t love at first sight, but there was no denying that he knew that falling in love with you would be his inevitable fate sooner or later.

At first, you two would engage in casual greetings, both shy to begin a conversation. But soon enough, you quickly grew into friends, as you were all around the same age and linked well. A friendly conversation would lead to exchanging phone numbers and socials, to a hang out at the company cafeteria to a movie day at dorm, and to finally getting close enough to depend on eachother even outside your jobs. It was great having to know them, especially the man of your dreams, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this relationship even though your lovesick heart couldn’t help but hope for a little more.

there was no doubt that there was a spark that was ignited whenever you two would be together. The moment when you’d be fixing his hair and you’d catch him staring at you like he’s never been struck by anyone’s beauty so deeply. And when you reciprocated his gaze, you could swear you felt eachother sinking inside eachother’s vast ocean of an unknown emotion. There were so many moments where even the most innocent of touches- the brush of your fingertips against his cheek would turn into something undeniably intimate. The feel of your tender touch that causes his skin to heat up beneath it, the dilation of his glowing pupils and the slow panting of his rushed breaths at your closeness. Ofcourse, you felt the tension and temptation too, each part of your body wanting to grow closer and closer to his, as if you were a magnet feeling the unbreakable attraction towards the other lost pair. Doing his makeup would always be one hell of a prolonged session, with a battle to keep your wild heart from not escaping its ribcage, and your cheeks to not be flushed like a reflex action under his breaths. To keep your hands on him, without feeling the overwhelming need to trace his soft skin and watch him feeling awe under your trance, had to be one of the toughest wars ever known to mankind.

Ever so often, to silence the crazy butterflies that would storm inside your stomach like a typhoon at heeseung’s appearance, you would volunteer to style jungwon instead. Jungwon was your best friend in the group, the boy you connected to since day1, because everything about him matched so well with yours, it was as if you were meant to find eachother and become close friends one day. Being with him was the easiest and most fun for you, in the sense that you never could view him romantically or he didn’t do crazy things to your heart. Jungwon was calm, passionate and mature and made you laugh so hard that you were convinced he was your platonic soulmate.

If anything, heeseung appreciated your interaction with jungwon. He was delighted to see that you were getting along so well with his family. However, it wasn’t until that ocassion, where he was consumed by a sense of insecurity and fear that you might fall in love with his charming leadernim instead. It wasn’t until that ocassion where he realized why he was feeling jealous, where he realized how the universe wrote in bold fonts infront of him that you were surely the girl who bewitched his body and soul, indeed the girl he wanted to be with till the end of time.

It was the day of enha’s first comeback promotions and being assigned to pick heeseung’s look, you were (not so) peacefully doing his makeup. Although initially you were going to do jungwon’s hair, your mischievous best friend denied your offer and set you up to do your crush’s hair instead. He was being a horrible friend who knew what was the exciting tea, but if you were being honest, you couldn’t complain. Part of you felt amazingly overjoyed at the chance to be close to him again.

But………..

who would have thought that would be the last straw to your sanity? How you’ve voluntarily chosen to get your heart busted by almost kissing the man you had feelings for?

You were doing heeseung’s hair carefully when your leg accidentally hit the wheels of the chair he was seated in. His seat got pushed back abruptly and you were about to trip when he caught you with his large hands around your waist. Your knees almost sat on his lap with your hands desperately gripping the sides of the chair for balance but your lips? Oh god they were already on his.

Your senses travel back to reality when you feel the wetness of his plush lips under yours. Even though it happened momentarily, you could feel his mouth twitch under yours. The moment might have been unplanned, but you could see his Co-operation from the way his fingers brushed along the sides of your waist and his eyes remained shut. Embarrassed, you jolt your head up, breaking your few seconds kiss and stutter an apology before hurrying past the door. Luckily, no one had seen the scene except your best friend who was giggling at the drama outside, but you knew he wasn’t gonna break the news to a single soul.

Panting, you race outside to catch your breath. Even though it lasted for a few seconds-

Oh boy. He tasted sweet.

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Two weeks have passed in the building with you running away whenever you saw heeseung. Taking a break from work whenever you had a day with him, saying you were sick. What other option did you have when you felt like you were literally gonna die if you saw him after the kiss?

“Y/n. You should face off with hyung and address the situation.” Jungwon suggests, sipping his drink and looking at you with a convincing expression.

“But wonie I-“ you blush, not being able to finish the sentence when flashbacks intrude your mind.

“See? You should do something about the situation. What if heeseung hyung likes you too? Then what?”

“…… ….”

“now don’t argue with me. Find a way to settle things tonight.”

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Like your best friend, jungwon had suggested, you decide to confess your love for him tonight. To create a suitable setting, you leave a note at heeseung’s desk that read.

“Do you mind walking me home tonight? I’d love to chat with you on the way back if that’s okay. Waiting outside at the entrance for you. -With love, from y/n”

When heeseung reads the folded note, initially his afraid heart thinks you left the note for jungwon since he was the one you went home with almost everyday and you didn’t leave a name. But overcome by his intuition, he grabs an umbrella from the bin as it was raining and makes his way outside to you. With the hope of settling his feelings with you once and for all tonight.

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“Hey! Were you waiting for a long time?” Heeseung asks in his gentle tone, the melodious voice making your head turn automatically at his direction.

Damn. He looked so unbelievably handsome tonight. In his black denim and slim, skinny fit jeans revealing his tall and toned legs. You gulp hard, soaking in the image before you continue.

“Ah no. Don’t worry. Let’s go, shall we?”

With the umbrella propped on top of your heads and your shoulders touching eachother and you take shelter together under the rain, you begin walking towards your house, feeling the tension and love radiating in the empty silence.

After walking a long distance and reaching a secluded area, hee clears his throat before he looks in your direction.

“Y/n. I’m sorry to have come in jungwon’s place. I know you were expecting him and I just-“

“Huh? What are you saying heeseung?” You look at him with wide eyes and a shy smile forms at the corner of your lips.

“It was you I wrote the note for. Cause..I wanted to spend time with..you.”

Your confession immediately causes his eyes to light up and his sentiments to blurt out. Cause no way in hell was he letting this golden opportunity slip by.

“Me too..you know. I always want to spend my time with you. I wait all day, just hoping to have a moment with you y/n.”

“….”

“Why?”

“Well. At first I thought I liked the idea of you. I liked being surrounded by you. But the more I spent my days with you..I realized I was inexplicably drawn to you in a way I couldn’t have anticipated before.”

Heeseung fully turns towards you and from the look he gives you next, you knew the words that are to come next, are the words you’ve been dying to hear ever since.

“I love you y/n. I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you without realising it. I fell in love with you more when we were together. And..”

“I fell in love with you much deeper when we were apart.”

The words struck you like lightning, electrocuting every inch of your body and sending shivers down your spine. He was so honest and the look in his eyes was so tender and genuine, you couldn’t stop the goosebumps from arising on your skin.

“I love you..too heeseung.”

“You make me the happiest girl on earth.”

“And do you want me to show you how happy you make me feel?” Hee proposes, raising his eyebrows in a shy yet teasing manner.

The moment he feels your consensual nod, you’re overcome by way too many surreal feelings at once. In a second, feeling the umbrella being tossed aside, the cold splatter of rain on your skin, the pull of your body closer to his chest, the feel of his arms wrapped around your waist in a secure embrace and the plunging feeling of those lips glued to yours yet another time.

You part your lips slightly to give him access and when you do, you tremble from the hot sensation of his lips. Tucking his tongue inside your mouth, you get paralysed by his addicting taste, the sensation causing you to wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer to intensify the desperate kiss. A kiss that was sloppy from desperation and need, but romantic and gentle from the love you both nurtured inside your heart for eachother. He brings his hand to cup your cheek and breaks away from your lips to stare inside your soul, and with a muted I love you he fumbles honestly, he’s back to dominating your heart, body, mind and soul with his intoxicating scent and honey-like sweet mouth once again.

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you reach his dorm instead of your house, half an hour later. Both of you are drenched from kissing and making out in the rain, and it’s difficult to look at eachother when you’re THIS flushed.

“Let me get you a towel..baby.” He whispers the last word as silently as a whisper, and before you can react you feel a smiley hee exit the living room to get you something to dry off.

Heeseung returns with a towel and his hoodie, and when you’re dressed in his oversized garment as he returns from the bathroom with new clothes on, he takes your hands inside his gently and gestures you to take a seat on the couch. Like the loving gentleman he is, hee lovingly dries your hair with the towel while smiling admiringly at your beauty, the act causing you to chuckle shyly in turn.

When he’s done making sure you’re dry enough and comfortable, he throws the towel aside and pulls you on his lap. Brushing your thighs lightly with his feathery fingertips, he kisses your forehead before he confesses again.

“I’m glad to be the luckiest man on this earth to own your heart.”, he takes your one hand in between his, and pecks the back of it.

“You had it all along hee. You just realized it now.”

You playfully reply, brushing your nose with his in the process to earn a delightful chuckle from him.

Looking inside his deep, dark brown eyes again, you get sucked into his universe again, and from mad awe, you caress his jaw slightly from admiration. He was indeed an art. An art meant to be touched and appreciated.

“When everyone finds out about us. It’s not going to be easy y/n. It’s going to be really hard. And we’re going to have to work in this everyday, but I want that because I want you. I want all of you, us, forever, you and me.” Heeseung gasps in a reassuring way, driving away any fear that may surface in your mind, and smiles at you in a way that’s enough to calm the unpleasant storms inside you.

He leans his face closer to yours now, and you close your eyes waiting for him. But..1…2….3

“WELL BUT Y/N YOU WILL STILL LOVE ME MORE THAN HYUNG RIGHT?” Jungwon yells at you both, causing you both to jump from surprise and avert your eyes to the cute intruder who was teasingly pouting infront of the living room door.

“YAAH! Jungwon!! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WITNESS OUR KISSING SCENES?” Heeseung displeasingly complains, clearly agitated at having his romantic scene ruined.

“But you will, right y/n?” Jungwon ignores his hyung to look at you.

“Ofcourse! It’s always best friend over boyfriend won.” You wink at him, a mischievous remark to tease your “boyfriend” Heeseung.

“Hey!!! What the hell?????”

“Just kidding!” You burst out laughing, now looking at the ticked off yet adorable expression of the cutie infront of you.

“I’ll leave you now. Bye bye, best friend who loves me the most.” Wonie waves, teasingly emphasising on the last part before going to his room and shutting the door behind him.

After he leaves and you’re back in your own world again, you see a pair of bambi eyes stare at you like a puppy and sore lips pouting at you in disbelief.

“You might want to make it up for what you did just now.”

“Ofcourse, I will.” You chuckle, pulling him by his neck and joining your mouth with his again. The sound of rain as your background, the beating of your hearts as your melody, and the feel of his body pressed to yours like you were always meant to be.

Indeed. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more. That plants a fire in our hearts that can never be extinguished and brings peace to our restless minds.

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🄰/🄽: 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 @heeseung-dazed ! 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 ♥︎ 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

(Hope you like the lil hee edit I attached to the title)

𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 here!

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Drunk! Task Force 141

When the boys are not on duty, they can go WILD on the base sometimes. They'd hoard bottles of beer and drink like there's no tomorrow, throwing a once in a year party of barbecue. They said it was for "Staying alive for another bloody year." They could go as crazy as they can, because Price is their CO, and who dares to mess with Price? None.

Now, when they're absolutely intoxicated, the boys become a different person than usual. Here's a few drunk 141 caught on camera :

Roach is a jackass normally. When he's DRUNK, he's the Crazy Drunk. His jackassery went up another level, even sometimes endangering himself at times.

Roach would ask his superiors to break a bottle on his head, opening a bottle of beer with his teeth, or jump from a window. Some people thought that he'll not die in the battlefield, but die on a drunk state. He's not named Roach for nothing.

Soap is the Angry Drunk.

You DO NOT want to get close to this man when he's drunk.

Mind your own business and walk away.

As the father figure of the force, Price has this caring personality, albeit a tough love one. However, when he's not sober, he'd become a very affectionate person. He'd ruffle his subordinate's hair, hug them in a big teddy bear hug, even kissing their cheeks.

However, his affection doesn't stop on his boys. Price would also careess and kiss his beloved weapons. Don't even TRY to take away his weapons when he's giving it tender love and care. Just let him be and you'll be safe.

Ghost still wears his mask when he drinks, only taking it up until his mouth to drink. That's why when he's drunk,

Nobody knows.

He's a secret drunk. Fortunately, unlike Soap, Ghost is a Happy Drunk. Contrasting to his usual cold and mean personality, other soldiers prefer his not so sober state.

Ghost become unusually nice and happy. He'd laugh at every little thing, finding it funny for no reason, sing with them while circling his arms around his mates, even cook a mean barbecue. He'd also prepare everything from the grill to the sauce, even serving it to everybody one by one.

Enjoy this version of Ghost while it lasts, because when he gets hungover on the next day, it will be hell.

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My first drawings since moving to the boarding house. Was bored during classes and I drew this! Hope you like it! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

[questionablecuttlefish]

Okay, it's a longer better answer; idk not really fond of the top/bottom question since it often kinda reductive back to simplified tropes, and I think sex can tell you a lot about people and be a means of revealing character and also character development 🤔

So, for me, it's different in each AU I've written, but with Omen's Lux and Jinx,

(If you haven't read Honest in the Dark just go read that: )

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41374485/chapters/103752201

Massive spoilers for Ill-Omen's Light and Game don't read below until you've read the series 🙄

In my main universe headcanons, they're both inexperienced and fumbling their way through things. Between Lux’s status as the proud daughter of an absurdly powerful noble family who is 'of marriageable age and untarnished virtue' ("the Crownguard Chastity Belt" as she bemoans) her love life has been completely overshadowed by her social status and Jinx as the crazy murder daughter of a deadly crime boss who, within context of Arcane, shows absolutely zero interest in sex or relationships there's just not been much opportunity for either of them so I just wrote them from that perspective and got what i got.

So, for me, Lux is deeply romantic and passionate underneath all that repression. Demacia strikes me as a culture that doesn't have frank conversations about sexuality even if it seems to be accepting like the rest of Runeterra of non heteronormative aspects and poor Lux has all that Crownguard pressure to deal with. So Lux’s curiosity has been frustrated at every turn until she meets Jinx. And for her lovemaking with Jinx is revelatory and becomes part of her whole breaking down of constructed identity and rebuilding herself after leaving Demacia. She's a natural caregiver and loves taking care of Jinx, but she can also be an imp and enjoys teasing her as well, the vulnerability and intimacy and especially the trust are Lux's drugs (as well as the literal Shimmer that Jinx probably has trace amounts of in all her body fluids oh no).

Lux can be wild when she gets going. Inhibitions yeeted out the window. She really can't get enough of Jinx. In one chapter, she has an internal monologue about it that goes for so long. I joked that she was practically up there singing the world's horniest Disney "I want" song in her head.

Jinx, in my fics, is her own special spot on the spectrum that I think would be closest to demisexual or Grey ace. Maybe. She’s not really been interested in People that way until she meets Lux. Mostly finds the concept of sex kinda gross but mostly funny at a distance. Has spied on Babette’s out of curiosity and entertainment and experimented with herself and homemade toys, of course. It's Jinx, she's a tinker at heart and curiosity, puberty and boredom would take her there. But she's mostly just mind blanking into the same euphoric space she goes into when she's lost in explosions and gunfire (which is a bit more LoL Jinx than Arcane Jinx's very clear traumatic dissociation but my fics do blend the two) rather than associating that pleasure with other human beings in any way.

And then along comes Lux who is a Living Explosion shaped like a girl. So that catches Jinx's attention and then as the relationship builds so does her attraction to Lux until she's very very into her and having a lot of fun exploring sex with her.

Which she treats very playfully, likes biting, likes toys, likes the hexstrap both ways, was super nervous about hurting Lux or Lux not liking it until she had a brain click and realized that pleasuring Lux was like solving a tinkering puzzle and then approached it with all her genius brain. Now she can make her light up Real Good and it's something she's proud of. It's something she can fix and get right.

(Until the events of the end of IOG oof but I digress)

So their sex life with each other is playful, passionate, and experimental, sometimes awkward, often heart-searingingly tender. They are just two touch starved baby lesbians figuring it all out as they go.

And I think that's a more interesting way to look at it.

Who tops 🤔

Lux when Jinx is being a brat. Jinx when Jinx is being an imp.

[bunni-bino]

How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

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Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

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Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

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Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

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Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

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Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3 

[titan-fodder]

Rating: E (explicit)

Count: 5.3k

Warnings: female-bodied reader, mentioned killings, general gang-related things, explicit sexual content, oral (M receiving), vomit, degradation, Kisaki is pretty mean, but reader is also kinda unhinged, intercourse, squirting, heavy heavy gunplay, filmed sex, conflicting feelings of love and murder, one (1) gun wound

A/N: This is part of Cummunity's Tender Taboos Collab. Definitely check out the full masterlist, but make sure you read all the warnings! This is probably the darkest thing I've personally ever written. I listened to Initiation by The Weeknd on repeat and I think it shows.

Tetta doesn't think you necessarily enjoy watching him torture and kill people, but he does know it interests you—arouses you. 

 Maybe it's about power. Maybe it's just morbid curiosity. Whatever the case, it never fails that when you get back to the base or his penthouse, you're touching all over him and soaking through the skimpy panties he bought you the previous week.

 He's not bothered by it. It just solidifies something that he's been coming to terms with for a while, and it's that you're a crazy fucking bitch. 

 And, he sort of loves it. Not that he'd ever admit it. 

 The girls that came before you were usually just bimbo bed-warmers, but you're something else entirely. A different breed of woman. 

 You like touching his guns just as much as you like touching his cock—sugar sweet with doe eyes that you use to get anything and everything you want whether it's jewelry or a Glock. 

 Top-of-the-line makeup, gemstone earrings, lingerie that have literal diamonds sewn into the fabric. Tetta says he buys it all to shut you up, but the truth is that he likes seeing you happy. He likes the way you prance around all done up, the way you bat your eyelashes and smile while murmuring, "Thank you, Tetta," like his name is a song. 

 All of that is only scratching the surface, though. You're almost bestial behind closed doors (and in public on occasion). Wild little thing, up to try everything at least once, you let Tetta fuck you however he wants, and that—having that kind of power over your body—is intoxicating. 

 He's drank the world's best scotch, snorted the cleanest cut cocaine, shot the purest heroin straight into his veins, but none of it compares to you. The way you can kiss him so tenderly only to turn around and bite his lip so hard it bleeds. The way you let him throw you around and come back begging for more. The way your pretty pussy blooms for him at the slightest touch.  

 He's fucking weak for it. Which is a problem of its own. 

 Tetta knows he's a heartless son of a bitch. That shouldn't be news to anyone, you least of all. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise that he's thought about killing you. He's had ample opportunities, when you're curled up in his arms, coming down from an orgasm. When he's got you pinned underneath him, helpless and wanton. Even when you're alone and singing in the shower, completely unaware of the way he's standing right outside the door with his gun cocked. 

 He can't bring himself to do it, though, and it makes Tetta sick to his stomach when he realizes it's because he cares about you too much. He hasn't used the 'L' word for a very long time, not since her, but sometimes when he's strung out on bliss, and you've fallen asleep with your head on his chest, he considers whispering it. 

 And, that's when the urge to put a bullet in your head is the strongest. It races through his veins, makes him hot all over as he grows so angry with himself he can't even think straight. 

 How did he let this happen? How did allow himself to start feeling this way about another person? 

 It makes you a liability, and it makes him weak. Gives his enemies something to take from him. Tetta thinks he might burn the city down if anyone hurts you—other than him, of course. 

 He can live without his guards, without his echelon—doesn't trust half of them anyway. Can live without Hanma (would prefer to some days, honestly), but you… 

 You've become his Achilles heel, and he fucking hates you for it almost as much as he hates himself. 

 All these thoughts are currently absent from his brain, thank Christ, but it's only because they're being replaced by business talk and your mouth on his cock. 

 It's not a private affair. You're not hiding beneath his desk or anything modest like that. No, you're right between his legs where he sits on one of the plush couches, a few of his men across from him trying and failing to focus on the professional conversation, but once Tetta places a hand on the crown of your head to urge you further, four pairs of eyes immediately dart downward.

 "Hey, eyes up here, assholes," he snaps immediately, speaking loud enough to mostly cover the way you gag around him. "Don't look at what she's doing, look at me."

 "Sorry, boss, it's just that, you know—"

 "What I know is that I wanna get all this shit planned out for tomorrow, and I wanna get it planned out while getting my cock sucked. That a problem?" he asks with an arched eyebrow. 

 "No, no, course not," Hakkai shakes his head. "Sorry."

 "... acting like you've never gotten head before," Tetta murmurs, then transitions back, "Anyway."

 You are doing an exceptional fucking job, though. It's almost hard to keep a straight face as you lick up and down his shaft, pausing to suckle at his head before bobbing forward again, taking him until your nose is pressed to his pelvis. 

 Tetta has to take a deep breath to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head, pets your hair in unspoken praise, and when you swallow around him, his hips actually twitch. 

 This is the reason he brought you back to the penthouse in the first place. You'd seen him in Atsushi's club, recognized him, then flirted until Tetta was sufficiently flustered, hiding it with an easy arrogance. 

 He took you to a back room only he and a few others have access to, pushed you to your knees and fucked your throat, then lifted you back up and fucked you against the wall. 

 Immediately pussy drunk, he made a point to visit the club more often, searching for you until he found you, and after a few more desperate hook-ups, he caved and brought you to his apartment. That's when you became a little more honest with your interests and bedroom habits. 

 Tetta can still remember the way his back smarted for days from the claw marks you'd left him with. Remembers the way you'd begged him to choke you, the way you'd grinned when he did as if your every dream was being fulfilled. He remembers you tapping his hand to signal you needed to breathe, and he remembers not letting up. Your eyes had widened, a spark of fear in them, and then you came all over his cock. 

 There were finger-like marks around your neck for a while, a collar of bruises that was quickly replaced by high-end leather, a little heart dangling from a ring in the center with Tetta's initials carved into it. 

 He had it bad for you from the get-go. He had tried—is still trying—to explain it away as simple possessiveness, but that's simply not the case. 

 Yes, he wants to own you, and he wants everyone to know it, but there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that's not all there is to it. That he wants you to own him too.

 And, he thinks… he thinks you might be aware of it. 

 You'd recently gotten him a new watch (with his own god damn money). It's gold and shines in the light, the face of it outlined in tiny diamonds, and right on the clasp there's a small heart carved into the metal. 

 "Didn't wanna put my initials 'cause, you know, danger, but I thought a heart that matched this—" you tapped the charm on your collar and trailed off. 

 It was a smart move, and he told you as much, then smirked and questioned, "When have you ever cared about being in danger?" 

 You looked up at him through your lash extensions, lips settling into a pout.

 "I always care about it. Always think about it." You had paused, glancing down and playing with his hands then murmured, "I only want you to hurt me. You know that right?"

 It felt like there was a hand in Tetta's chest, squeezing and twisting, and he recalls a split second where he thought of grabbing the gun on the table next to him and blowing your brains out, but the urge was outweighed by the way you lifted your gaze to his again. 

 "I know, baby," he said, reaching forward to grip your chin, licking his lips when your eyes glazed over. "I won't let anyone else hurt you, okay?" 

 You nodded, and Tetta added, "And, if anyone does, I'll kill them," just for good measure. 

 It's not often you're that vulnerable with him, though you're looking a little pathetic right now, tears streaming down your face as you bob on his cock. You've been at it for a while now, but Tetta will be damned if he actually comes in front of his men. Just a few seconds of letting his guard down, of being lost in ecstasy, that's more than enough for a traitor to get the jump on him. 

 So, you'll remain on your knees until this meeting is over. 

 Whenever you start gagging too much, you pull back to lick up and down his cock, sucking pre from his tip, and rocking your hips into nothing when the taste hits your tongue. 

 You're getting desperate now, want something to fill that spoiled little princess cunt, and you'll get it. Just not right now. 

 Your own hand makes its way between your legs, and Tetta grunts in disapproval. He doesn't give a fuck if his guys see his cock slipping in and out of your mouth, but he does care about them getting the pleasure of watching you touch yourself. They don't deserve a show like that, aren't fucking worthy of it. 

 To distract you from your own need, Tetta pushes your head down, making you take him all at once until his tip hits the back of your throat. He sees the way your shoulders heave, body rolling, and you look up at him with blurry eyes in a panic. 

 He knows what just happened, has done it before, and he can feel the very slight burn of stomach acid on the sensitive skin of his cock. 

 You whine, trying to pull back probably so you can spit vomit onto the floor, but that's definitely not going to happen. Instead, Tetta keeps his hand firmly on the back of your head and commands, "Swallow," in a low voice. 

 More tears spill from your eyes as you shudder, but sure enough, your throat moves as you clean up your fucking mess. Tetta is simultaneously disgusted and aroused by the action, reminded of the unwavering power he has over you, all the sick shit you're willing to do for him. 

 He finally moves his hand, allowing you to pull off of him and cough. The bottom half of your face is a mess of tears and mucus and precum, and you let out a couple sobs before returning to his cock, arms shaking where they're braced on the floor. 

 Tetta should tell you to stop. Should give you a break. 

 But, how else is he supposed to clean his dick off right now? He's not just gonna get up and wipe himself down while his men wait for him. No, you're going to have to take care of it. Maybe then he'll let you go upstairs where you can shower and cry about him being, so mean, Tetta. You're so mean sometimes!

 He has to be, though. For his own good. 

 As if you can read his mind, you lap at his cock until you deem it okay to put back in his pants, then you're pushing yourself to your feet and skittering out of the room. Tetta watches you for a moment before turning back to the men across from him. 

 Smiley is the only one bold enough to say anything about it, and even then it's a simple, "Damn, boss."

 Tetta shrugs then gets back to business. 

 When he inevitably has to venture upstairs, Tetta does so with a glass of scotch in hand, gun tucked into the back of his pants as he prepares himself for whatever you've been stewing on as well as a few slaps to his chest. He can handle it, can incapacitate you in many ways, so he's not all that worried as he enters his large bedroom. 

 As expected, he finds you curled up under satin sheets, hair still wet from your shower, collar discarded on the nightstand, and you glare at him as soon as he steps into your line of sight. 

 "Oh, don't be like that, sweetness," Tetta tries, setting his gun next to the leather on the table and sitting down next to you. He isn't shocked when you scoot away from him just like you aren't shocked when he catches you by the arm and tugs you back close. You slide over the silken material easily, no friction to help you fight, but even if you could scramble off the mattress, you wouldn't. 

 There are other times you fight him, but that's more of a game than anything, one you know you can't win. 

 And, you know you can't win this time either, so even as you sniffle, you let Tetta pull you into his arms, cradling your head and back like the little crybaby you are. 

 "I don't like when you do stuff like that," you tell him, voice so quiet and honest it almost makes him feel bad. 

 "Thought you liked it rough," he tries to tease, but you aren't having any of it. 

 "Rough sex is one thing. Asphyxiating on my own fucking vomit is another," you snap, trying to sit up the rest of the way. 

 Tetta's grip is tight, one hand at your waist while the other curls into your hair, and he feels his temper spike. "Watch it. Don't be a fucking brat."

 "You made me swallow throw-up," you argue, struggling out of his hold and speaking to him in a tone he has not heard in a while. "In front of your men. It was gross. Made me feel like some kind of cheap whore." 

 Tetta is moving faster than you can track, pushing you onto the bed with a knee between your legs and fingers around your throat. 

 "What ever gave you the impression that you're not a cheap whore?" 

 Your eyes blaze in a way he's never seen before, filling with angry tears and fire. He watches as your jaw moves, cheeks going hollow for a moment, and he knows—fucking knows you're about to spit in his face, but before you can, he abandons your neck in favor of digging fingertips into flesh right in-between rows of teeth. 

 "Don't you fucking dare."

 You can't speak in this position, but oh, that glare sends a shiver down his spine. This expression, furious and volatile and wild reminds Tetta—

 Crazy. Fucking. Bitch. 

 "I'm going to let you go now," he tells you sternly, "And, if you try to spit at me again, I will fucking kill you right here, right now. Do you understand?”

 You can’t nod, but you don’t need to as you squirm beneath him. It takes Tetta a few seconds and a glance downward to realize you’re trying to grind against his thigh. You can be pissed all you want, doesn’t mean you don’t still want his cock.

 “You’re disgusting,” Tetta hisses, and he can feel the muscles in your face shift as you try to smile before letting go. 

 “And, you’re a dick,” you shoot back, stretching your jaw and frowning only for your lips to turn up at the corners. 

 Tetta stares at you for a moment, gears turning in his head because it is truly alarming how quickly your mood can shift–makes you unpredictable, makes you dangerous. 

 But, fuck if that isn’t one of the reasons he’s drawn to you. 

 “Yeah, but you knew that from day one,” he sighs, allowing you to loosen his tie and unbutton his collar, then pull him back down on top of you. 

 There’s no tenderness in your kiss. Your fingers quickly push Tetta’s hair out of its normally perfect style, nails scratching his scalp hard enough to make him hiss and bite your lip even harder. You squeal and wriggle, and both of you can taste blood as his incisors dig into flesh, but you’re still grinding down against his leg, wetness leaking from your pussy and through your useless thong. Sometimes he likes to degrade you for making a mess on his slacks, but today he has better ideas in mind.

 First thing’s first: Tetta pulls your lacy panties down and throws them over his shoulder, shoving two fingers into your already drenched pussy while unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free from his pants. He’s hot and hard, the vein that travels the length of his shaft popping under his skin, and you move to touch him–of course you do–but Tetta bats your hand away carelessly, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt and humming appreciatively at the way you’re already wet enough to make that squelching sound he loves so much. 

 “What was that you were saying about not being a whore?” he asks through a satisfied smile, tapping the spot inside of you that already has squirt pooling in the palm of his hand. His thumb rubbing over your clit has you bucking and sucking on your bruised lip, but once Tetta plants a hand right between your hips, pressing you into the bed, there isn’t much you can do other than take what he gives you.

 And, you will. You always do.

 “‘m’not a whore,” you manage out. Tetta really must have struck a nerve with that one if you keep denying it like this. 

 “No? Then why’re you spreading your legs like one, hm?” 

 He pulls his hand back and situates himself into a better position, grabbing your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist as he sinks into you. Tetta groans while watching you arch toward him, mouth opening in a silent cry as he slides into your soft pussy until he can’t anymore.

 “Why do you take my cock so well if you–” he gives a couple of thrusts, grunting quietly in time with his hips, “–if you’re not filthy?”

 You tug him down for another rough kiss, probably don’t have a rebuttal for that one, but Tetta isn’t done, just keeps muttering against your lips.

 “Is it just ‘cause it feels good, baby? You like the way I fuck you?”

 You nod dumbly, legs falling from around him so that you can open yourself wider for him, and Tetta takes it as an invitation to fuck harder and faster until he sits back on his heels–still has his fucking dress shoes on–and pulls you up to meet his hips.

 At this angle he has a perfect view of your pussy and the way it just keeps sucking him in. Your cute little hole flutters and stretches, cream dripping from it and coating his cock, and your neglected clit is so puffy with arousal, sensitive enough to make you moan his name when he flicks it gently. 

 “Bet you’d let anyone slut you out like this,” his tone comes out mocking, making his own blood boil at the idea of another man touching you. "Take any cock offered just to feel full. That’s what it is, right? You’ve told me before–fill me up, Tetta,” he mimics your voice, “Want me to stretch this pussy out, leave you all fucked out and swollen for whoever’s next.”

 He’s pulling you onto his length mercilessly, eyes straying to your tits and how they bounce in the see-through top. You’re so fucking hot, so dirty and desperate and pathetic, and it’s Tetta who does this to you. It’s his cock you beg for, his cock you suck until you throw up, his cock your perfect cunt just keeps swallowing, fuck, fuck–

 He can talk down to you all he wants, make this all about you and your slutty pussy, but the truth is he’s just as bad, if not worse. Stoned off your scent, drunk off every orgasm he can pull from your writhing body. The way you pulse around his cock, squirting all over him, soaking the waistline of his slacks, all while panting his name over and over.

 Tetta lasts until he simply doesn’t want to anymore, until something else catches his eye, and then he’s fucking into you with enough force to make you dig your nails into his forearms. He knows you’re probably feeling raw, his cock stretching you uncomfortably now, so when he feels that burning in his gut, balls drawing up tight, he pulls out and uses two fingers to hold your folds open, exposing your loosened hole as he strokes himself to completion.

 Strings of white decorate your cunt like a god damn work of art, some dripping from your lips, some from the hole Tetta was aiming for. So pretty pushing it out, moaning at the sensation of his cum all over your sloppy pussy. Little fucking slut, you’re just a–

 Leaning forward, Tetta graces you with another kiss, this one filled with bliss and fatigue. You don’t even notice the way he reaches for his bedside table, fingers closing around the grip of his gun before he leans back again.

 It takes you a couple seconds to realize what he’s holding, all fuck drunk and stupid, but as soon as you recognize it, a breath of air leaves your lungs.

 “W–what’s that for?” you ask, eyes darting from the gun to Tetta’s face over and over again. You've seen him carry before, obviously, watched him shoot people right between the eyes, but typically when you're alone with Tetta and his weapon of choice, it's because he's teaching you to shoot or maybe showing off a new piece in an attempt to get you hot and bothered (which works like a charm every time). 

 This time is different, though, and you can feel it–the shift in the atmosphere, the prickling sensation at the back of your neck. You start to close your legs, probably want to move away from him or at least get into a less vulnerable position, but that would ruin everything, now wouldn’t it?

 Tetta doesn’t answer your question, just pushes your knees apart and counters with one of his own: “You’d do anything for me, right?”

 A grin slowly spreads across his face as you swallow thickly, eyes wider than before, and he knows your post-orgasm high is gone now. 

 “Yeah,” you nod, but he can still see the fear in your stare. 

 “Relax, baby,” he coos, voice going soft as he uses the barrel of his gun to trace the curve of your calf. “It’s not like I’m gonna shoot you or anything.” Yet.

 It’s playing in his mind, though, the way this could all end. Would he be relieved or regretful? Are you someone he’d murder then think about for years to come, or would he be able to forget about you?

 Strong hormone releases always leave Tetta feeling a little unsteady, a little unhinged. Anything could happen. It’s why more often than not tells you to get in the shower after you fuck. Leave him alone so he can get his thoughts back in order.

 But, tonight he doesn’t want you leaving him. He wants to keep you close, remind you just who it is you’ve involved yourself with, and he thinks a good way to cover both those bases is by watching you cry while he fucks you with his gun.

 Perfectly reasonable.

 “Promise I’ll be gentle,” he says, not sure if he’s telling the truth. The way you tremble makes him shiver, but that’s all you do. You don’t try to argue or fight, just gasp when you feel cold metal against your folds. 

 “S–safety’s on?” you ask, and fuck, you’re really going to let him do this without complaint. It brings up the question of pleasure versus curiosity. Just what is it that makes you think something this twisted is okay?

 Tetta checks and finds that the safety definitely is not on, but considering he’s undecided on whether or not he wants to rid himself of you, he simply lies, “Of course it’s on.”

 “Okay, just… Gentle.”

 “I promised I would be,” he reminds you, parting your folds then teasing your entrance with the barrel before carefully pushing forward.

 You let out a little noise of discomfort, squeezing your eyes shut while spreading your legs wider as if that’ll help any. Tetta gives a few very shallow thrusts, eyeing the glossy sheen you’ve already left, and he wonders if this will ruin his gun. He has others, but… could be another reason to kill you.

 It’s the perfect time, honestly. And, doing it in such a depraved way would just be the cherry on top. He can easily imagine pulling the trigger, watching a bullet tear through some other part of your body–it all depends on the angle, really–and if the first shot doesn’t kill you, he can just keep trying. 

 What would his men think? Obviously, Tetta wouldn’t be the one to clean this up. That’s below him. Hanma would probably laugh, sick fuck that he is. Hakkai might get woozy. Takemichi would more than likely tear up at the sight. 

 But why, Kisaki? they’d ask. We thought you liked her.

 He does. That’s the entire fucking problem.

 Tetta pushes into you a little further, transfixed by the way you open up for cold metal the same way you open up for cock, and even though he just came, his dick twitches at the sight. 

 You sit up on your elbows, looking down at yourself and gasping like you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Honestly, Tetta can’t fully grasp it either. He’s got his loaded gun stuffed snug in your sopping cunt. All it would take is for him to pull back on the trigger. 

 “Can you… Can you take a video of it?” 

 Tetta nearly gets whiplash from the way his head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise even though he shouldn’t be shocked. You’ve more or less gotten off to the image of him killing people. Why wouldn’t you be into gunplay? Especially when you’re not smart enough to make sure you're actually safe because you’re not. You are so far from safe, in fact, it’s making Tetta’s hand shake. 

 All he does is slip his phone from his pocket, unlocking it then tapping on the camera icon. He makes sure to get a good shot of your face first, your big blinks and dumbstruck expression, lingering on the way you lick your lips before you fall back onto the mattress and sigh.

 From there, Tetta moves his phone down your body, eventually stopping where he needs to and focusing the lens on your pussy. You take more and more of the sleek barrel with every thrust, abused cunt opening up for the new intrusion as if it belongs there.

 Maybe it does. Maybe this is the culmination of everything. It’s fitting, he thinks, might even be the way a freak like you wants to go out. Maybe he’d actually be doing you a favor. If he ends up casting you away like all the other women, you could end up in worse hands than his. Tetta has been described as heartless many times, but he’s never hurt you out of cruelty, and he’s always, always cared about your pleasure (and your pain). The same can't be said for others in the same line of business. 

 “That feel good, baby?” Tetta speaks for the first time in minutes. “Like getting fucked by my gun?”

 You only nod, jaw having dropped open some time ago. 

 “Does it fill this pussy up the way you like?”

 “Mm, it’s different,” you admit in a breathy voice. “Not comfortable exactly, but–oh–sexy.”

 You’ve toed a dangerous line ever since Tetta met you, pressing your luck by pressing his buttons, and maybe he’s finally had enough.

 He’s just… never had someone idolize him the way you do, someone who trusts him like this, willing to put themselves at his mercy.

 “You know how easy it’d be to kill you right now?” he tests, watching to see if your expression turns fearful again.

 But, all you do is answer, “I know,” then lift your hips to take the gun deeper. 

 Tetta ends the video there, too worked up to hold the phone straight anymore. His finger is on the trigger ready to pull, just a quick motion and it’ll all be over, no more wrestling with his feelings, no more making himself sick over the idea of someone hurting you. He could end it all right here, right now. 

 Instead, when he opens his mouth, he asks you, “Think you can come like this?” and as if to encourage you, he toys with your clit. 

 “I–I think so. If you keep going slow and playing with–fuck, yes–”

 You don’t have to finish the thought. Tetta pauses to wet two fingers then uses them both to rub your clit, sometimes sliding down to gently massage the tender flesh stretched around his gun. You’re still dripping with his cum, but new slick is also leaking from you, and he almost laughs because it’s so fucking absurd to be so turned on by this, but here you are, legs shaking, hips rocking, pleas falling from your quivering lips as Tetta flicks your clit and pumps the weapon in and out of your cunt, gradually picking up speed as you begin to coil in on yourself, hitting that euphoric peak and then falling off of it.

 You moan a chorus–oh, god, oh, god, oh, god–while Tetta fucks you through it, his own thought process similarly stunted and rhythmic.

 Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull it.

 His jaw slides, teeth bared as he stares down at your splayed body, and this is it. This is perfect. This is the time–

 He can’t. 

 Tetta cannot bring himself to do it, and for that, he’s disappointed in himself. 

 Sinking further onto his knees and into the bedding, Tetta sighs and pulls the gun from you, reaching up to push hair back from where it’s fallen into his face. What the fuck is wrong with him? Why can’t he just–

 Footsteps approach the bedroom, gait unfamiliar, and Tetta doesn’t think twice before aiming and shooting as soon as he can see a vague outline of them.

 “Fuck–shit–you fucking shot me!” 

 Just Hanma. Probably drunk judging by his clumsy steps. Unfortunate, but– “Should’ve told me you were coming,” Tetta shrugs.

 “I texted you! Jesus Christ, ahh–”

 He stumbles into the room, dropping to the ground and clutching his arm to his chest.

 “You’re bleeding on my carpet,” Tetta tsks, finally moving from the bed and gesturing for you to close your legs.

 When he glances at your face, though, he sees one of those deer-in-the-headlights expressions, nothing but shock and fear and cluelessness.

 “What?” Tetta asks you.

 You gape at him for a second, looking at the gun still in his hand, then at Hanma still swearing, and then where he’d just been sitting.

 “Was that locked and fucking loaded this whole god damn time?”

 Tetta sucks his teeth and wipes the wet barrel on his pants while nodding. “Yeah, it was. I should probably teach you more about gun safety.”

 Your voice is shrill and a little irritating when you shout, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” rolling so that you’re sitting up on your knees now.

 Smirking, Tetta chuckles and steps over to you. You’re a mess, hair sticking up in the back, bra pulled down enough to show off pretty, pebbled nipples, thighs covered in your own arousal. 

 After setting his gun down, Tetta takes your face in both hands, stroking over your cheeks with calloused thumbs as he answers, “So much, baby. So, so much.”

 Hanma is still groaning in pain where he sits on the ground, but it’s easy enough to tune out as Tetta bends just enough to kiss the tip of your nose. You search his face for some kind of clue as to what the fuck is going on, but you won’t find anything there except for wide, adoring eyes and a half-deranged smile. 

  You’re stuck with him now. You don’t know it yet, but you’ll find out eventually. 

[byicarus]

sydney couldn't have imagined his whole world would be turned upside down the second maddox made his way into his life, but he would forever be grateful. they were kindred spirits, fated by the stars above or whatever force was at play. sydney would do whatever it took to keep them together, to keep them both happy — and he was sure that maddox knew that. "i was hoping you'd say that," the raven-haired male hummed. "i mean, i'm the real winner here, but 'm glad you see it that way." he didn't mind being someone's prized possession; sydney loved being showered in affection and love... and he was sure that maddox would do just that. they could be as raunchy and filthy as they both wanted to, but, at the end of the night, they'd come home and fall asleep next to each other... and they'd wake up in even more love than the day before. "i'll keep that in mind, daddy," sydney said with a giggle. his thumbs brushed up against maddox's nipples, a cheeky grin twisted up on the corners of his lips. "when you've had a bad day, and you need to unwind, i'm gonna get dressed up real slutty for you. i'm gonna get you a beer, and then i'm gonna sit at your feet and show you how much i love 'em, how much i love you. and you'll forget all about your troubles, won't you?" he went on with his little fantasy, soft digits running all over maddox's chiseled body. he couldn't keep his hands to himself, and he wouldn't ever be able to — sydney knew himself well enough to know it was going to be impossible. "that sounds like heaven, daddy. need you to show them the ropes, need you to teach them how to please a needy little cockslut like me. and then they'll have their fun with me, and god, will i make sure they love it. they're gonna be so addicted to this pussy, they'll never know what hit 'em," he whispered. "feet, cock, piss, cum, spit... they'll be putting me to good use, and you'll be getting off to the whole thing, daddy. you're gonna love the show." he giggled to himself softly. he moved closer to maddox, their chests pressed against each other. he nuzzled his face in the curve of the younger male's neck. he breathed in his masculine musk as his lips sucked at his tanned skin. the whole world could've been watching them, and nothing would've ever deterred him from pleasing maddox. sydney was completely devoted to maddox — anyone could see it. "'m gonna be soaked, daddy. all that piss, all that cum... i'm gonna be in heaven... and you? you'll be knocking me up like you fuckin' should. god, can already see you pressin' my face right up in their asses, makin' me go crazy," he breathed out softly. "sounds like perfect night, daddy. 'm never gonna wanna stop being your little cum dumpster. can even keep track with all of their loads on my ass. won't stop 'til i'm in the double digits. i wanna be fuckin' wrecked by you and a bunch of strangers. how's that for bein' a good little slut?" maddox became tender and sweet just at the right moment. their lips met again, and it felt like new year's day as his whole body felt jolts of electricity spread throughout his body. "i'll take care of you, daddy, and you're gonna take care of me too," he breathed out against maddox's soft lips. "you're everything i could ever want, maddox. 'm gonna keep you happy. it just so happens that you love all the slutty things i wanna do, and that is why i'll be the best little housewife you could ever find. not to mention, you'd never find someone with an ass like this — or a pair of feet like this. seen how you've been eyeing them, daddy."

"automatically, daddy. one whiff, and you'll be goonin'... and i know that's just what you want. you're gonna be addicted to my feet, and i'm gonna love every second of it," sydney elaborated with a smirk on his lips. they were a match made in heaven. they both fed off of each other's filthy energy, and that, in turn, only drew them in closer to each other. they could be as free and wild as they wanted with each other, and that would only make them stronger in the long run. they could delve into both of their sordid fantasies together, no matter how taboo. "my daddy's a proper footslut, isn't he?" sydney teased with a giggle. "most of the time 'm gonna wanna be your toy, but every now and then, might wanna switch it up. you'll always be my daddy though. no matter if i'm eating you or letting you knock me up." it wasn't often that sydney dreamt about slipping inside someone, but maddox was a completely different ballpark. he truly wanted to try everything with him. they were building a relationship even in the midst of that dingy frat house living room. he didn't care if he was sprawled out on top a coffee table for all to see and a bunch of feet to inevitably worship. it was something they both enjoyed, and sydney wasn't going to stop... not until maddox told him to. "'m gonna be the best little slut you've ever seen boys," sydney announced to them. his toes wiggled in his socks, the musk strong enough to radiate off him and permeate throughout the room. all of the younger boys looked at him like they were ravished, like he was a piece of meat to be devoured — and somehow he just loved it. "i want all of your sweaty feet... wanna eat all of your asses... wanna swallow every last drop of piss and every load you'll gimme. maybe if my daddy's feeling up to it, he'll give you a turn or two in this pussy... but you're gonna have to show him how bad you want it," sydney told the boys. "so do as he says and gimme those feet, and let me go wild on 'em. and if you need to bust all over me, go right on ahead. my tongue's very powerful." there were so many eyes on him, he would've felt embarrassed if he could actually think about it... but maddox was all he could think about. especially once he started using that expert tongue of his. "oh, it will. see how many fuckin' phones are out? prolly all over snapchat. we'll prolly be number one on pornhub by mornin'," sydney teased. the night was still young and had only just begun. there were still hours ahead of them — raunchy, sweaty hours. "oh, i'd work for it. i'd wanna earn my daddy's tight pussy. 'd be the only one to ever to get touch it," sydney hummed. "one thing's for sure, though, i'd shove a real sweaty gym sock in your mouth and give you the other to huff on. 'cause i know that'd just make you infinitely sluttier, daddy. i'd have you goonin' on my cock." as if on cue, all of those feet came down onto his eager face. his tongue parted, and he was slathering his spit all over those soles. he could barely whose foot he was servicing. he didn't care either. he was just in heaven lapping and sucking them all. if he'd been able to touch himself he would've cum already. he could feeling that warm sensation bubbling in his system. he'd burst any second then if it wasn't for his daddy's rules. "'s true. i woulda passed you all with true colors —" he was interrupted by an eager freshman raking their sole across his extended tongue. plush lips wrapped around one of his toes too for good measure and started to suck gently. " — all it would've taken was even just a sniff or two. i mean, i'd wanna fuck and clean up with my tongue too... but i'm a real footslut. 's fuckin heaven to me." he would've continued that filthy monologue about how much he loved feet, but there two freshman shoving toes in his mouth at the same time, and all he could do was slobber all over them like it was nothing... like there wasn't a bazillion eyes on him, like there wasn't a camera pointed straight at him.

the moment maddox laid eyes on sydney, he knew the boy was special. he would have never thought he had a shot with a guy like that, since everyone seemed to have their eye on sydney. from the freshman pledges to the rowdy seniors, every guy in sigma chi held a special place for sydney greene. and, with so many guys to chose from, maddox had no reason to believe that sydney would even give him a second glance. but, as it turned out, the same smug attitude that made the rest of the house despise him wound up helping him score. he could feel their angry eyes glaring into the back of his head as he softly stroked sydney's curly hair, as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the boy's supple lips. "none of that matters now, does it? 'cause i've got you," maddox hummed. "there's no one back home that even comes close to you, sydney. i've got the real prize." as sydney's hands roamed his body, maddox could only sit back and enjoy the attention. he felt like he was on top of the world, getting felt up whilst jealous onlookers gawked at the sight before them, with sydney stroking his ego more than anyone else ever had. nothing else matters to him — not what awaited him back home, not the hazing at the start of the semester; just sydney. "let me put it this way, princess; you, with a pair of rank, sweaty feet in your face, is the hottest fucking thing i could ever imagine. don't care if it's just mine, or if you've got a whole buffet of filthy jock feet fresh from the field. any chance i get, i'm gonna make sure that you're down on your knees slutting yourself out for a pair of feet," maddox admitted, a faint pink glow to his cheeks. "the team are gonna go crazy over you, babygirl. i just hope you're ready, 'cause they're going to be just as addicted to your pussy as you'll be to their cocks. i'm gonna teach 'em all how to treat you, and before you know it you'll have twelve guys stuffing that cunt and making you their slut. i just know you're gonna start craving it, and you'll be begging daddy to let you play with his team. you'll make the perfect team cumdump." maddox felt like he was dreaming, but sydney was always there to remind him that was all real. even as a child, maddox had never been allowed to express himself freely and without judgement, and sydney offered him a space to be his unadulterated self. he didn't feel a need to water himself down in front of the other, because he liked him just as he came — even if he was a little sweaty. "that'll be the best part, won't it? all those random guys using you as a urinal while you're stretched out around my cock? it'd be like heaven to you; and once they're all done shooting their loads down your throat, i'll have 'em spread their cheeks and press their sweaty holes to the wall," maddox said with a smirk. "and don't think you'll be done after that, 'cause i'm gonna take that mouth for a ride, too. the we'll get you out of the stall and introduce you to all the guys you just slutted yourself out for, and we'll pick a lucky few to breed you. you'll be a fuckin' cum dumpster all night long, and if i know you... you'll love every second." maddox pressed another kiss to sydney's lips, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb as he pulled away. the older boy was checking every last one of his boxes, promising to fulfill all his fantasies, and looked breathtaking while doing so. it was like sydney was perfect crafted for maddox, and now that he'd finally found him, he never wanted to let go. "just look at you, princess... you're fuckin' gorgeous, downright filthy, and sweeter than any candy that money can buy. you're the whole package, and i'm gonna be the man that you need. the man that's gonna treat you right, and make sure you get everything you ever wanted," he said, cupping the older boy's cheek in his hand. "you're gonna be the best girl for daddy — keeping him fed, happy, and gooning on those sweaty feet. what more could a man ask for?"

"you caught me, princess. i've been wondering how sweaty they must be, even thinking about that first whiff once i get them on my face... my eyes are gonna roll back, aren't they? your sweaty feet are gonna put daddy right into gooner mode, huh?" maddox replied. he liked that he could openly admit it, that sydney wasn't going to leave him high and dry for being so whipped. there was no need to pretend he wasn't a complete goner for sydney, because the older boy figured it out all on his own. "you already know the answer, angel. just seeing you walk in the house after a run, knowing how filthy they must be, is enough to get me hard and leaking through my shorts... i'm sure you can imagine how i'm gonna be when i finally get my mouth on them. daddy'll be gooning so hard that he'll do whatever you ask him to — gimme a sock to huff, and i'd spread my legs for you to make out with my fuckin' hole, or even stuff a few fingers in... and i don't let anyone near my ass." maddox could see the gleam in the older boy's eye, and he knew instantly that he was in for much more than he originally bargained. he'd never even thought about being fucked before, but with sydney... anything was possible. "don't tell me that, princess... tell them," maddox said, nodding toward the group of horny freshmen that surrounded them. "look at 'em, princess. you see how eager they are to fuck you? bet you can't wait to get your mouth on all those thick, freshman cocks... bet they're extra sweaty for you now." looking at sydney, maddox could tell that this side of him was something that had always existed. he was happy to give the boy exactly what he'd given to him — a place to be himself without limitations. "i bet the word will spread like wildfire. everyone is gonna know about the senior slut taking cock from random guys all around campus, and we'll have every guy on campus wanting a turn with you," maddox chuckled, ruffling the boy's curls. even if it all ended up being just a bunch of dirty talk, maddox wouldn't have cared. he only wanted to make sydney happy, and if that meant fulfilling every dirty dream on his checklist, maddox would do just that. "oh, so you think you've got it in you to get a piece of this ass? it'll take a whole lot more than a little skirt and some pouting to turn daddy into a slut like you, but i'd like to see you try," maddox replied, lips curled into a smirk. he loved sydney's confidence, but loved even more his willingness to humiliate himself in order to please him. once maddox was down on his knees, he didn't hold back — he'd been dreaming of slobbering all over sydney's jock cunt for weeks, and now he was getting to do exactly that. his tongue worked in broad strokes, lapping at the taught pink rim repeatedly before working it's way inside. the other freshmen were being downright filthy, too; wiggling their toes against sydney's eager lips, rubbing their sweaty soles all over his face. by the team maddox came up for air, the boys were making a mess of his little slut. "that's what a happy little footslut looks like you guys, but don't be afraid to get real filthy with him. he's the senior slut tonight, and he really likes sweaty freshman feet. i bet while he was hazing us, he really just wanted us to kick our feet up and let him go crazy," he teased, egging the freshman on by reminding them of their torment. two more stepped forward and took the spots next two them, looking to maddox for approval before kicking their feet up in sydney's face. maddox could barely catch his breath before he was pulling out his phone and snapping a picture, but then he noticed that benji was already recording the whole thing. his little slut was worshipping four pairs of sweaty, rank freshman feet, and he'd get to watch it all back. "what a nasty little slut," maddox commented before shoving his face right back between the older boy's checks, leaving a slap on his ass as he devoured that perfect little hole. if sydney wanted to be the freshman slut, and that was exactly what he was going to get — and maddox would enjoy every second.