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

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adding screenshot jic readers of the future missed the post

like me i dropped everything upon seeing this to go find it lol

still fucking insane. 5 MORE EPISODES. FIVE

for some reason i expected there to be less. like around 3?? but oh my god. they are going to reveal so much. especially considering the last episode will probably be WAY longer than others are. they are going to answer so much.

(theres NO way dark wont be mentioned more in this season im giddy and kicking my feet. also. possibility of king n purple cameo.)

[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

A/N: first part! i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

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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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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.

[ask-tdw-0666]

Tough Love (The Villains Lair) (Minecraft Villains Version)

Alvar:

Ever since I was a boy my own father vowed I must find the way to power through a noble brow I married once for love, then my senses 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 was killed in a year or two Solved problem number one, now to problem number two Her doe-eyed little boy with gentle point of view

Would I ship him off to school? No! I told him if he stayed that he'd have To earn his keep and so he became the maid

Charlie and Joey:

He was lazy He was crazy He was talking to the mice

Alvar: Janis was hopelessly naive, so he had to pay the price I moved him to the attic out of sight and out of mind I could have thrown him out, but I'm benevolent and kind

Charlie and Joey:

Sire, your heart's too big for you!

Alvar:

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

Charlie and Joey:

Ungrateful Hateful Vile too, the things he put you through

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?

Walda:

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 flower growing free It's magic kept me young, so I kept it all for me But someone dug it up, now a baby held the power So I "borrowed" him, locked him up and hid him in a mansion, Years went by, Oh, the sacrifice And against my better judgment, I fed him 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

Walda:

So work them hard 'til they fall in line There's one way and it's only mine The children are lazy Spoiled too

Alvar and Walda:

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

Herobrine:

Ugh, his own room with a water view and He runs away, the first change He gets?

Alvar:

These wretched brats think the World owes them something, but it doesn't..

Herobrine:

Far and wide I rule the kingdom with a heavy hand But there was more, I had in mind a greater plan I never cared to share, so my brother would have to fall But his "child" blocked the way to me and "Fairest of them all" He was chubby, He was dumb And grotesquel optimistic He needed structure in her life He wasn't realistic I give him chores and took away the things that he'd enjoy But then I caught him singing songs with birds and then a girl Love? Was I just sit by and wait? For him to take my crown? No He had sealed his fate He had to go, and so he did and you know what They say, "An apple once a day keeps your enemies away"

All:

Don't be fooled by their tender smile Give an inch and they'll run a mile

Our idea for a happy home Is one where we live all alone Dark Depressing Desolate Now let's all drink to that Call us wicked call us mean Cruel and everything in between You could say it's unjust Turning their dreams to dust This is what we call love, tough love!

[bothendsofthequill]

I think something that should be thought about differently is so called “rougher” tickles. As in, more intense tickling.

Making someone laugh harder doesn't mean you have to be inconsiderate or, God forbid, hurtful. Just find your lee's softest spots, love them madly and squeals of delight are sure to follow! Heck, the best spots are the ones where you don't even have to try for bellowing laughter. You know, that hearty laugh that comes right from the diaphragm? The type that feels so effortless and happy? Find the right spot and watch them melt into it. So heavenly~.

And theeeen, if you know your lee and can tell when they're about to get tired (or they just tell you), THAT'S when you go crazy on their soft spots to totally melt them!! Brush their arches and toes, squeeze their thighs, give their armpits those tickly digs, wrap yourself around them and spider their belly all over! Whatever liquifies their tender ticklee heart, go wild with it for the final stretch!!

Actually, who cares to wait? Sometimes a shorter yet intense burst of hysterics is what we all need. Study your lee to find what makes them tick(lish) and show just how much you love 'em by making them laugh harder then ever before. The world's best gift~.

[sirwilliam945-blog]

Foreplay

Foreplay©

By: William Phenn

Foreplay as we know it,

Is prelude to a love.

A meaningful beginning,

For a man and his sweet dove.

 It starts with so much kissing,

Her lips her neck and eyes.

To get her to forget about,

The other rowdy guys.

 Then once the kissing is over,

The real dance it begins.

You start to peel her coverings,

Like fragile onion skins.

The first thing is her blouse,

The buttons you undo.

The next thing is that sexy skirt,

But she’ll do that for you.

 You help her with her sexy heels,

She now is short and sweet.

And her sexy silky stockings,

You gently roll so neat.

 With a hand upon your shoulder,

She steadies herself firm.

So as you pull the last one off,

Her little toes do squirm.

You now stand up and face her,

This Princess of your dreams.

You hug her and embrace her,

Until she begs and screams.

 Then after much more hugging,

And her neck oh so red.

You cease the crazy kissing,

And haul her off to bed.

 Up in your arms you hold her,

She does not fight at all.

You lay her on the king sized bed,

And fake a goofy fall.

 Your body falling on her,

You make sure it’s not for real.

You slowly drift on top of her,

Her urgency you feel.

 With teasing loving motions,

Her bra will disappear.

But not those soft pink panties,

So lovely and so sheer.

 Your shirt she helps unbutton,

Too slowly for your taste.

You tear it off so quickly,

You have no time to waste.

 Your pants she does unbuckle,

The zipper she slides down.

You get up quickly off the bed,

While she pulls them to the ground.

 So now you stand before her,

Erect as a man can be.

She sees that she’s in for a treat.

Her eyes light up with glee.

 Your T-shirt rips off easily,

And soon you’re standing bare.

Except for one last garment,

You tease her with a stare.

 The bulge is quite impressive,

The twitch she chuckles at.

But when she tugs your shorts off,

She sees the baseball bat.

 She stares in such amazement,

She can’t believe her eyes.

She turns away so quickly,

To run away she tries.

 But you move much more swiftly,

And catch her by the arm.

And reassure her gently,

That Roscoe means no harm.

 You kiss her wild eyes softly,

A tender kiss or two.

Then move down to her neck and ears,

And whisper what you’ll do.

 Amazing things you tell her,

Such acts she’s never seen.

She tells you very honestly,

That’s where she’s never been.

 You nuzzle up quite close to her,

Your hand is on her chest.

You slowly move it in to play,

Upon her supple breast.

 She sighs as you continue,

Your cool erotic dance.

Her mind begins to wander,

To places of romance.

 She thinks of Tropic Islands,

While you play with her mounds.

She whispers uncontrollably,

Those soft erotic sounds.

 She throws her arms around you,

And pulls you to her chest.

She tells you that she loves you,

And how you are the best.

 You smile and you are grateful,

Your Princess she is pleased.

But you have just got started,

Your Princess you’ve just teased.

 Now starting to acquaint her,

With what love is about.

You gently take her by the wrists,

And bring the handcuffs out.

In one smooth easy motion,

The cool steel clamps her tight.

You tell her the first rule of love,

It’s Trust, so it’s alright.

 Now that she is helpless,

You grin that evil grin.

And start to show her finally,

How True Love shall begin.

 You kiss her eyes and wanton lips,

Continue to her neck and ears.

You whisper so seductively,

To cast away her fears.

 Her soft and creamy shoulders,

Your lips may linger there.

But you want to express your love,

And show her that you care.

 So down your lips continue,

Your tongue it seeks the spot.

The truly one magnificent,

The one that makes her Hot!

 You glide down on her belly,

Your raspy tongue does play.

You suck up all the goodness,

Your Princess does display.

 With moist lips you discover,

Her belly button found.

You bury your head deep inside,

And flick your tongue around.

 Dropping even lower,

Below her waist you go.

Your tongue is on a mission,

To that erotic place you know.

 Your hands placed on her waistband,

You pull her panties off.

She squirms a little from you,

You see her moistened trough.

You couldn’t help but notice,

How wet and warm she was.

You know she’ll go ballistic,

When Roscoe starts to buzz.

 Your nostrils are attracted,

To an exotic musky scent.

With lips and tongue you find its source,

Her volcano you will vent.

 Such calculating gestures,

Your lips and tongue they make.

You press them to her honey pot,

And cause a violent quake.

 Before your tongue can enter,

She tries to pull away.

But your strong arms will pin her,

So there is where she’ll stay.

 Your head is now so buried,

Within her thighs so deep.

She writhes and screams for you to stop,

But you don’t hear a peep.

 The handcuffs they are holding,

Her arms so she won’t fight.

She needs what you are doing,

To be Loved so good tonight.

 With gasps of breath she feels you,

Your rough tongue did its job.

With wild convulsive actions,

She breaks into a sob.

 Such screaming and such thrashing,

You’ve never seen before.

It makes you very happy,

And you please your Princess more.

Your tongue performed its magic,

Now the digits want their turn.

They want to tweak her button,

And make her tushy burn.

 So slowly they do part the folds,

The hood they lift in praise.

Your fingers searching deeper,

Such passion they do raise.

 They find what they are seeking,

Her lovely maiden head.

But your fingers do not enter,

You use your tongue instead.

 With wrists still bound securely,

She twists and turns her hips.

Which makes it more exciting,

For your tongue between her lips.

 Her volcano starts erupting,

And you sense her passion grow.

Her nectar it starts flooding you,

Like a molten Lava flow.

 You reach up and behind her,

The handcuffs you release.

Her panting eases down a bit,

She thinks you’ll give her peace.

 But that is not the game plan,

For she knows not what you’ll do.

She’s made it through Phase I so far,

But now there is Phase II.

 You take her by her lovely wrists,

And sit her up in bed.

Your fingers slowly rub the spot,

Where the handcuffs made them red.

You kiss her wrists, her fingers, her hands,

You part her ruby lips.

Your tongues dives deep inside her mouth,

While you firmly hold her hips.

 She shudders with excitement,

As she feels your growing need.

She moans a sigh of pleasure,

When she feels your hardened steed.

 You turn to lay beside her,

Your head is facing south.

She knows you’re up to something,

When her mound meets with your mouth.

 With your demanding fingers,

Her thighs she spreads for you.

And as you move close to her,

Her hands are busy too.

 As you moved closer to her,

She took you by the core,

And closed her fingers on you,

Her lips they begged for more.

 She knew what you were doing,

Her passion rose quite high.

Now she clutched you in her hands,

You know the reason why.

 Engrossed in what you’re doing,

Her fantasy made real.

Your heart stops for a moment,

When her lips upon you feel.

 Your beautiful shy Princess,

A woman now possessed.

Becomes the flaming Vixen,

That she has long repressed.

 Engulfing you completely,

She knows just how to please.

She’ll drain you of your substance,

And bring you to your knees.

 Before you know what hit you,

Your loins they tremble so.

Convulsions rock your body,

And your juices you let go.

She’s made you very happy,

Now the rest is up to you.

You put your arms around her,

And enter as you do.

 You need to start out easy,

So much has happened here.

You continue reassuring her,

She has nothing to fear.

 Your member is exploding,

It wants so much to dive.

But you keep it on a tether,

Till that moment does arrive.

 With slow seductive movements,

You keep the flame alive.

Her constant glowing embers,

Help lubricate the drive.

 Such orchestrated actions,

Your body does perform.

You feel the heat of her inside,

And prepare for such a storm.

 Your pace though slightly quickened,

Does not convey much haste.

This wonderfully blissful moment,

You do not want to waste.

 With kisses you impale her,

Her breasts your fingers squeeze.

The nipples that you twist and turn,

Beg your attention, “Please”.

 You notice her reaction,

To what you’ve done so far.

You have much better entry,

To your flaming Shooting Star.

 Now once again you quicken,

Your thrusts are fast and deep.

You want to introduce her to,

The joys of love she’ll reap.

 Your every stroke affects her,

In ways you do not know.

It takes her to such splendid heights,

To places you can’t go.

 Your swelling, pulsing member,

Is working overtime.

You want her to enjoy so much,

You want her bells to chime.

 Now the pace slows to a crawl,

You ease it in and out.

You tease her lovely honey pot,

You know what that’s about.

 Take head to build the fire,

With kindling from the best.

So when you do apply the coals,

She’ll forget about the rest.

 You gather up the forces,

That brought her to the brink.

And now you hope she’s ready,

You’ve done it all, she’ll think.

 Her nectar is still boiling,

Eruption is at hand.

You take it slow and carefully,

It needs to be quite grand.

 Volcanic juices flowing,

You feel her down below.

Your own are almost bursting,

But you continue very slow.

 “Yes now”, she screams,

With a shrieking voice.

You know that you,

Don’t have a choice.

 You brace her for,

That great attack,

Too late now,

No turning back.

 Your final plunge is swift and deep,

It lets her know what is to be.

You hold her with a mighty grip,  

And blast her like a raging sea.

 Her eyes wide with astonishment,

She hugs you very tight.

You see her tears of ecstasy,

On this starry moonlight night.

 Vivaldi in the background,

Does not drown out the cries,

Her joy is so magnificent,

Emancipation in her eyes.

 You’ve brought her out of hiding,

Your love has shown the way.

She now can see the meaning,

True love is here to stay.

[theviceadmiralswife]

Salute recruits and soldiers to this massive Monday

For today I have a special treat give me  your OC as self insert in the One piece world and I tell you which admiral and vice admirals would be your lovers, friends and rivals.

THANK YOU FOR COLLAB ❤ @edward-d-sonata this one is for you !!!!

Lovers and romantic interests 

Kizaru definitely would be into your OC , Kizaru sees a princess in every woman. He must make sure they look and feel like it too. Oh he doesn't like to see you cry. Kizaru surely loves to chase your OC, he is genuinely happy when your OC gives finally in and he can spoil her with pretty things. Kizaru loves shopping for your OC dresses and jewellery and is in utter admiration when your OC transforms into a proper lady (according to him), he must worship the work he does with your OC it makes him truly happy and by worship i mean with or without clothes, he loves his ladies.

Another admiral would be Ryokugyu... he digs into the Rebel style of your OC, live life to the fullest... don't care if you offend. But its only your OC where he allows that, other women to him belong into the kitchen and are supposed to be more traditional and submissive. I think he will have a fetish for your curls and wants constantly to wrap them around his finger.. its like your OC hair is his personal fidget toy. Teases your OC for wearing a choker and being someone's pet, but secretly desires to be his pet.

From the vice admirals I say definitely Yamakaji will go romantically after her, he loves a woman with introversion but sassy spank that keeps him on his toes. Kind of the dynamic of Yamakaji is carving figures out of wood, but your OC will be the one with the axe chopping down the tree for him. He genuinely likes to dry the tears of your OC when she has a bad day and those bear hugs he also takes care of your OC's scars.

vice admiral Stainless will be interested in her romantically. Opposites attract with him. Your OC isn't the most classical woman but Stainless needs to be in her orbit. The attraction between the 2 is magnetic.After getting to understand each other she goes out in fancy restaurants with him or the opera... in return Stainless hits with her the gym arm wrestle or practice fighting... he is also the one that always will cook he can't see your OC eating whatever she summoned on her plate,  and Stainless swears its straight up from hell.. yes your OC likes cooking doesn't mean she is good at it... and Stainless loves your OC he cooks for her and teaches her cooking  he likes to improve her skills.

Dalmatian would persue her too, they actually share a love of chokers and switch them regularly Dalmatian wears hears and your OC wears his choker collar and sometimes they tie a leash to each other. Just to shock other people 😳 They both love outdoors, camping in the wild is their thing. Unapologetically not afraid of anything. Dalmatian is attracted to that drive to survive and the fact that besides such a sass your OC is tender to animals and she loves animals more then people, big plus for the furry vice admiral... your OC loves to scratch Dalmatian behind his ear and watching his animalistic traits take over i.e tail wagging like crazy, tongue hanging out and drooling, it always makes her laugh.

Secret admirer

Fleet admiral Sakazuki is your OC's secret admirer, though from the way he acts to your OC  you'd never guess. He prefers a more traditional woman officially... in secret he wishes he could get your OC to be his, have her sit in his office at his and his moods disposal, for whatever his needs might be,  but he is so busy being a fleet admiral.

FRIENDS AND CONFIDE 

Fujitora... your OC is relativ chill she doesn't mind Fujitora gambling and makes sure he isn't cheated upon, cause that would be dishonorable. Fujitora and your OC share the same sense of honour and Fujitora is delighted to be your OC's friend and role model, they love to eat a bowl of noodles together.

Smoker and her are drinking buddies and play dart as they compete who can drink most. If your OC gets too much drunk she will smoke Smokers cigars...😝 drives him mad... also there are wanted posters of pirates on the bullseye 🎯 of the dart board... to work off pant up aggression.

Vice admiral Doll is your OC's  one of a few rare female friends your OC and Doll share the same sense of rock Rebel style  and certainly that feisty fighting attitude. When those two hit the Marine base gym the boys leave, there's no messing around when those 2 go for a sparring.

Rivals and foes

Most people get along with your OC , but there's a few exceptions. One of these would be Aokiji, not only is your OC a bit upset about the Injuries caused to Sakazuki but her temper is more in alignment with the fleet admiral. Your OC doesn't get Aokijis laziness its way too relaxed for her. Your OC and Aokiji will be snapping at each with words like two terriers with rabies, if they meet, BUT after Aokiji left it got worse there is some real intention in your OC's character to hurt Aokiji, the reason Aokiji  doesn't go for a kill blow on your OC is because of Kizarus affection for your OC.           (Nobody is so stupid to hurt one of Kizarus ladies, serious death wish)

Speaking of seriously kill mood, your OC and Onigumo are rivals in a very wicked sense... but unlike with Aokiji your OC  and Onigumo are more competitive, WHO can kill the pirates with the highest bounty, WHO kills more pirates in one mission and WHO kills the most brutal. One of these 2 is bad but having both hunt pirates....Its a demonic combination to have Onigumo and your OC come together to hunt you if your a pirate. Way worse.Their kill count is head to head currently and pirates quiver in fear and shake in their boots  of your OC's reputation as a torturer almost as bad as Onigumo.

The other rivalry your OC has is more serious but not as deadly serious as with Aokiji. Your OC and vice admiral Gion are in a toe to toe race for an Admiral position. Their rivalry is like the rivalry of the popular "It" girl (Gion) vs the underdog (your OC). Its also a clash of moral vs absolute justice. Gion  is currently in the lead due to  Gions popularity amongst lower Marines, as your OC comes across as rough at times. However your OC is determined to push the scales into her favour, but how she does it is currently TOP SECRET....

@theviceadmiralswife meet my Oc/self insert (let’s do a collaboration interaction)

Vice admiral ‘Rampage’ Sonata she’s 24 and single her facial and back scars comes from before she joined the marines when she was captured and tortured by pirates when she was 15, she’s blunt, seems cold and aggressive but is secretly a softie and cuddlebug

Height: 5’6. Devil fruit: red triceratops

Likes: reading, cooking, baking, knitting

Dislikes: dumbasses, roaches, and bullies

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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.

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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.

—————-

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.”

—————

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.

—————

“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.

—————-

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

[tooweirdforyou]

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]

♡  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. 

[seollenda]

Hello! I was wondering if you could take a HC/ABOverse request with Mamamoo!Alpha x Reader!Omega where member and reader have been dating for a few months and reader asks her alpha if she would like to spend her heat with her for the first time since dating? Just wonder how each member would reply to that and how they’d fair around reader during a heat. Could be NSFW. 😉

oooohoo thank u for the prompt anon xxx nsfw under the cut

solar/yongsun:

yong would be surprised even though it was pretty obvious you two were crazy about each other/it was going to be a deep domestic relationship from the beginning

super excited but also very serious about getting it right

is just as stressed/attentive about the non-sexy parts of managing your heat as the mating part

speaking of, she’d be kinda shocked at how hard it hits her when the time comes, she’s never felt so intensely attracted to anyone before

she’s always been a bit of a domme but she finds herself really enjoying herself with you

she grows to really enjoy spending your heat together, is just the best companion in every sense of the word

moonbyul/byulyi:

was just waiting for the day you’d ask

starts crying when you ask her (much to your bewilderment)

gets genuinely anxious about taking care of you until you have to be the one to reassure her that it’ll be ok

nervous wreck until you ask for her that first night and then suddenly everything falls in place for her and it all makes sense

mating is tender and careful and to your needs, aftercare is just as loving

she’s always wanted kids but she really gets starry eyed during pillow talk now

wheein:

is so excited, for every step of it all

showering you with gifts and food and whatever else she thinks you’d need, helps you nest

~high tension~ as in keeps the party going and also…

sex is great with her already so heat sex is kinda wild

let’s herself get greedy, especially at your request for more alpha out of her

wheepup is just the cutest and sweetest even when she lets herself go

hwasa/hyejin:

is shy when you express you want her to spend it with you, but of course says yes

realises she’s not really sure what it means but in typical hyejinie fashion she just jumps into it

is just the sweetest softest girl about it and about keeping you taken care of and fed

her domesticity really comes out, honestly your heat pheromones brings out the caregiver in her just as much as the mating instinct

not to say mating with her isn’t great….because it is

she’s always known what you like in bed and is excited to find you’re even more responsive now, encourages her to get even more into it and enjoy herself even more

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS 

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction!  ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame 

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance. 

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server. 

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!” 

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle. 

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night. 

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls. 

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages. 

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive. 

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case. 

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with. 

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well. 

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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