#this was really fun to write

[orinfucker]

12:52 AM

thinking about gortash corrupting an innocent, naïve tav. they always tried to see the good in everyone around them, even if said person wasn’t necessarily a positive influence.

enver watched as they walked into the audience hall with a welcoming smile on their face, their companions trailing behind them with less then happy expressions. the chosen spoke with a sense of faux sympathy, his words striking meaning into the adventurer stood in front of him.

gortash knew he had them wrapped around his finger before the conversation even ended, easily convincing them to hunt down orin’s netherstone for the ‘better good’ of his people. he knew your companions could see through his lies, but what did that matter? he’d just tell tav to ignore their concerns, because he obviously knew what was best for them in the end!

when he finally got his hands on them, their would be no need to convince them any further - not when his hands caressed the length of their torso, or when his cock slid into the warmth of their cunt. tav’s mind was only filled with satisfying him, believing every word that he spoke.

gortash always looked forward to hearing those little knocks on his office door, knowing it was the little adventurer coming to fulfill their needs. he knew it was morally wrong to be playing with their head like this, but how could he stop when his name sounded so delicious on their lips?

what enver loved the most, however, was how obedient tav acted around him. if he needed an errand to be run? tav would get it for him almost immediately. someone owed him money? they’d have it for him by the end of the day.

while all that was lovely, gortash’s favorite was when he asked them to tend to his more intimate needs. tav would be on their knees instantly, their jaw falling open as enver thrusted his cock down their throat, fucking into them to release his stress from the day. he could never get tired of watching them struggle to take his entire length, their cheeks stained with tears while they gagged against him.

and he could never get over the feeling of their cunt stretching open as his cock pushed into them, his name falling from their mouth like lyrics of a song. enver fucked into tav like he hated them, his dick bruising the walls of their pussy with every thrust. he would whisper small praises into tav’s ear, telling them how much of a good pet they were for taking him.

whenever tav had their doubts about gortash’s plans, he would always reassure them that there was nothing to be worried about. he was going to save baldur’s gate. he was going to rule over the city; and they’d be right by his side while he did so.

[tomikashii]

tokyo debunker : hotarubi boys with deaf mc

refer to my masterlist for the other house versions! enjoy 💕

warning: abit of ooc (?)

subaru :

he was informed beforehand that you were deaf from haku and you were pretty surprised that he could sign to you

that was because he was in the entertainment industry, so he picked up some ASL along the way

poor baby is already soft spoken, so he will gently tap your shoulder whenever he sees you around campus to greet you

helps you order your lunch when you guys are meeting up

protective of you when you go on missions with the hotarubi ghouls! even if he feels that he is not strong enough to protect you, he will still look out for you constantly

will assist you with your classes too if you come to him for help because he knows some professors can't really do their job in explaining well 💀

haku :

it took him awhile to realise that you were deaf actually. when you guys first met, he was pretty confused on why you weren't answering his questions but you were asking him questions instead

when he realised you signing to him as you speak, he pulled out his phone to communicate with you

would ask you to teach him on how to sign basic conversations so that he can communicate with you better

very protective of you whenever you go on missions with him! he would constantly be at your side and always keeping an arm around you (this flirt)

i feel he will take advantage of your deafness to tease and scare you. the amount of times he surprised you out of nowhere (but sometimes, its really unintentional 😭)

did he stop? no he didn't. he still will tease you and scare you from time to time

zenji :

he didn't realise that you were deaf due to him being a ghost and no one could hear him aside from haku 💀

when he did find out however, took the initiative to learn sign language for you so that when you do see him, he could communicate with you

abit upset that you can't hear his biwa, but would explain to you about each melody he plays so that you can feel included 🥹

he will protect you in his own ways, even using the doll artifact to secretly follow you during missions with the other houses (so if you see the doll randomly during a mission, just know that zenji is watching out for you)

another one who randomly gives you heart attacks whenever you walk around the campus or hotarubi.. he will just randomly pop in your vision upside down and smiling gleefully with the doll in his hands

he apologises afterwards and offered to walk with you as he rambles about jiro and the other hotarubi ghouls

refer to my masterlink pinned on my blog for the other houses ! ��

[xhanisai]

Uhh marichat where Chat gets Mari away from an akuma and she accidentally forgets she’s not wearing the mask when she talks to him.

~(x)~

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He didn't even take the time to breathe and before he knew it, Chat Noir pounced on Marinette's frozen form and rolled them away in the nick of time. The nasty Akuma's razor-sharp claws swiped the area she was at momentarily ago at lightning speed and had the hero not been quick enough, well...

In his arms, he'd be holding Marinette "I'm-In-So-Much-Du-FUCKING-PAIN" Cheng instead and it would have been a severely gruesome sight. Thank the kwamis from all around the world that some good luck shined on him for once (but most importantly, thank the lucky charm bracelet Marinette gave him a long while back which he wore religiously every day as a civilian).

The Akuma's warning growls and oncoming form were enough to snap the feline out of his thoughts and by instinct, he picked Marinette up bridal style and sprinted away as fast as possible. Though, the Akuma let out one last roar of anger which Chat Noir managed to hear even after putting a few good hundreds of metres between them.

"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG! YOU WILL NEVER INSULT MY BRILLIANT FOOD EVER AGAIN YOU BRAT!"

Wide-eyed, Chat Noir directed his greens towards his huffing good friend, the girl rolling her eyes at the Akuma's words and looking very annoyed rather than scared for her life. As if the whole thing was just an inconvenience and the Akuma's claws weren't literally millimetres away from turning her into a sheesh kebab.

"Marinette? Est-ce vrais?" He asked as he continued to leap from rooftop to rooftop, noting in the back of his head that the Akuma was now busy arguing with le Papillon in their head a good distance away. They were safe for now.

"He was selling mouldy fruit tarts! And the sandwiches tasted like they were made ten thousand years ago!" She folded her arms and huffed childishly again when he set her down on her feet, his hands on his hips and a brow raised attractively under the mask. "I told him this politely and tried my best to not make a fuss. But no! He started yelling at me and got all the customers' attention!" Her blue eyes then turned beady with its glare. "Then that stupid man tried to insult Maman and Papa, saying how can a stupid kid like me with parents like them know any better? So I said his food sucked and that even a five-year-old could do a way better job! Hmmph!"

Ahh. No wonder he got akumatised and had a vendetta against the pouting girl. Chat Noir could only smile at her endearingly, always admiring the way Marinette could get so fired up and passionate on behalf of other people. It's one of the many, many things about her that made his heart flutter and try his best to match her energy when he can. It's just a shame that instead of getting a chance to de-escalate the argument, le Papillon reared his ugly head and took advantage of the fuming man's emotions.

"Well. It looks like he's itching to dice you up and put you on a tart. You should hide before the Akuma--"

"COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE, DUPAIN-CHENG!!!!"

Just as Chat Noir was about to scoop her back in his arms and dart away, Marinette did a complete one-eighty and took on a strong stance. Fists curled by her sides, eyes now narrowed with determination and she stared down at the Akuma who was still quite a distance away from them; his giant but clumsy form still looking for her with a nasty scowl on his face.

"Chat Noir. Get to the rooftop on the Akuma's left and have your catacylsme ready. I'll summon a lucky charm once I'm behind him. I guarantee that the butterfly is in his apron so hopefully I'll get a pair of scissors or something." She was completely blind to the way Chat Noir gawked behind her, his jaw comically dropping to the floor and his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

He couldn't even utter a word.

"Let's go!" She ordered and just as she ran and reached the end of the rooftop they were perched on, her hand automatically went to the side of her hip.

When she didn't feel her yoyo anywhere on her and realised that she was still decked up in her civilian attire, it was as if a bucket of icy cold water mercilessly poured on her head. In pure Marinette style, her face contorted into one that screamed 'I FUCKED UP' and slowly, she faced her Chaton who was still gaping at her.

.

"...I can explain." She rasped weakly. Instead of laughing it all off and pretending nothing happened like he should've (that stupid cat!), Chat Noir got down to one knee instead, pulled off his ring, revealing himself to be none other than Adrien Agreste and spoke.

"Marry me. Now. Please."

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Of course, Marinette screamed like a dying monkey.

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~(x)~

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[beanghostprincess]

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

[blackrosesandwhump]

June of Doom Day 22

“What’s the bad news?” | Poison | Bedridden | Cauterization

CW: 2nd pov, poison, agony, death wish, psychological whump

“…the bad news?” you hear someone say. The voice reaches you from far away, across a vast gulf that yawns open between you and—everything. Your entire body—lungs, heart, limbs, eyes, even your mind—feels disconnected and strange. Numb. Blank. At least you can still hear. For now.

“…nothing we can do…poison has to run its course.” A different voice. It fades out, then filters back in, a moment, or days later. Time has no meaning in this blank nothingness. “…let them rest until it’s over.”

What’s wrong with me? The words form, desperate, on your tongue and die there, trapped and unspoken. Nothing works. Nothing feels real. Nothing except—

Briefly, horrifically, your senses return. You lie in a lake of fire, your body flayed and disintegrating as you gasp for air and find only ash. It creeps into your lungs, choking you. A scream builds up in your scorched throat.

Please, kill me.

But instead of death, something cool washes through your mouth. A moment of small relief. You gulp it down, before everything turns blissfully numb and blank again. The vast abyss splits open and swallows you, grateful, into its depths.

“…bedridden for now,” comes the familiar voice across the expanse. “…don’t know how long they’ll take to recover.”

@juneofdoom

[softercintailed]

I dunno if this was specifically to me, @bbwinprogress but!

33. How would you react if you woke up and you were 400 pounds? Honest answer is that I’d cancel everything I needed to do that day, and just spend the day revelling in it.

I want to examine every inch of me. I want to see what parts of me I can even still reach. I want to enjoy trying to take my first heavy, waddling steps and I want to feel everything jiggle as I tumble backwards and fall back into the deep crater I left in my mattress.

I so badly want to test my hunger and capacity because there’s something so so hot about imagining that in that extra hundred pounds I also gained a desperate, unquenchable appetite, and a stomach that’s used to being filled and overfilled again and again, like someone else was controlling my body for a while, and they gave in to every last gainer impulse i carry inside me.

Most of all tho, I want to enjoy how to feels to be warmly, softly enveloped in a body this massive and heavy. I’ve dreamed about it before.

400 lbs is in that size range where the sane, self-conscious part of me says “you’ll never get that big, and that’s probably for the best” and where the needy feedee part says “we’ve only just begun to gain! Isn’t this so much more like who we really are inside?” And if I woke up and I was 400 pounds, it would be really hard not to finally absolutely, completely let go

[thursdayinspace]

fic: five ways to say "I love you" (plus one including words)

Fandom: The X-Files Pairing: Mulder/Scully Word count: 4.501

tagging @today-in-fic

Summary:

Just because something is unspoken, it isn't always unsaid. You just have to know what to look for.

Read here on AO3

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

No simping in the Cloud Recesses!!

I received permission to write a ficlet based off this amazing post by the lovely @lovewanxian and this is the result. They're working on their own fic on the same premise, so make sure to give them some love when they post it <3

I had a lot of fun writing this and drank a lot of water to quench the thirst. It didn't work, but I highly recommend hydration - and have fun!

Lan Sizhui is suffering.

Now before you get up in arms about who to kill, it's not that kind of suffering. Nobody's trying to kill him and Lan Jingyi's pranks have yet to land him in the infirmary - the suffering that's plaguing Lan Sizhui is spiritual.

No, it's not a qi deviation, although he is quite sure he's heading that way far too quickly for his age and skill level. And he didn't get cursed either - hm, well, that's debatable in the circumstances - but the point is, his suffering isn't caused by anything that's related to cultivation or any outside interference.

Lan Sizhui is suffering because all his friends are simping.

But that's normal teenage boy behavior, you might argue. Teenagehood is, virtually, the best age to simp, it's basically in the job description for the ages between 13 and 19.

Fair, but Lan Sizhui's friends are simping over Senior Wei, who is twice their age, married and one of Sizhui's beloved father figures. See the issue yet?

Imagine all your friends do all day is lament over how much they want your dad to "punish" them, how hot his ghostly cultivation is and how much they wish he'd turn them into fierce corpses - Sizhui suffering makes sense now, doesn't it?

And he's been through this before. His friends' first crush has largely been Hanguang-Jun. Understandable - Sizhui has eyes, and he can admit he's attractive, objectively speaking.

To Sizhui, he's been the closest thing to a parent for many years, so thinking of him as anything less is weird - but facts are facts. Hanguang-Jun is powerful, domineering, but kind and supportive. These are all attractive features.

Sizhui has long grown used to Jingyi fangirling over him, and to the self-insert fic black market he ran out of their room from ages 12 to 15. He's done handstands for days to atone for it, and has made peace with it.

Of course, all juniors have kept some degree of Hanguang-Jun worship and, as the female disciples put it, "fanny flutters", but the crushing has evolved into admiration rather than infatuation and Sizhui only has to deal with number one Hanguang-Jun stan fluttering over his dad.

And then Senior Wei came about and Sizhui's peace of mind has gone to hell.

Disclaimer for all of you clutching your pearls right now: Sizhui loves Senior Wei very much and is infinitely grateful to have him back, has even slipped and called him "baba" a few times. The problem doesn't lay with Senior Wei at all.

The problem lays with the entirety of the Lan junior population (please let it be just the juniors, if the seniors simp over Senior Wei too, Sizhui's going to defect) being shameless about a man that's treated them as nothing less than his unofficially adopted children.

And how do they show their gratitude? By lusting over him and moaning about how lucky Hanguang-Jun is to bed him every night.

Lan Sizhui is suffering.

---

Lan Wangji is suffering.

No, he isn't dying, cursed, qi deviating or having to sit through sect leader Yao's rants - he's being Wei Ying's teacher assistant for his introductory talisman course.

It may sound confusing - how could that be a cause for suffering? Lan Wangji loves his husband and being around him, finds his inventions fascinating and likes helping him. So what's the issue?

The issue is that literally nobody in that whole entire classroom is paying any attention to the lesson. Sword to their neck, he is positive neither of them would be able to recall not even the past five minutes of talisman theory.

But ask them anything about Wei Ying and they'd rant for hours. And Lan Wangji doubts it would be a respectful rant.

Because the Lan juniors may not be paying attention to talismans, but by God are they paying attention to their teacher. Lan Wangji can virtually see the hearts in their eyes and the bloodflow directing down south - and he hates it. Wei Ying is being such a thorough teacher, he's putting his heart and soul into it, but his class seems fascinated only with the robes he wears, the way he moves, and they nearly break their necks to look at him when he turns his back to write something on the blackboard.

(Okay, Lan Wangji does too, sue him, that's his husband, he's allowed.)

Point is, these kids are entirely undisciplined. Lusting after seniors is not explicitly forbidden in the rules, but Lan Wangji is going to suggest his uncle adds it to the list. This way, he can hand harsh punishments fairly. Nobody is allowed to have horny thoughts about his husband except for him.

And it's not like the kids are being subtle about it either.

Here's an exmple.

Wei Ying's just finished demonstrating the penmanship for a banishing talisman, and encouraged the students to try it themselves, as he would walk among them and offer help where needed.

Everyone - everyone except Sizhui and Jingyi - needed help. Even those that Lan Wangji knew to be specialized in talisman work.

Everyone needed Senior Wei to take their hand in his, lean closely and direct their brush strokes. Everyone needed to be spoken to softly and encouraged to try again.

Lan Wangji has broken two brushes already and he's probably going to move to breaking fingers next.

One of the students, Lan Yichen, Hanguang-Jun's third favorite after his two ducklings (yes, they're his favorites, no, nobody knows and this doesn't cloud his judgement, yes, they're his ducklings), raised his hand and called for "teacher Wei" (Lan Wangji glares his way, but of course the little horny bastard has no time to look anywhere but at Wei Ying).

"What's wrong?" Wei Ying very obliviously asks and Lan Wangji feels the wood of his third brush crack in his grip.

"I really don't know why this talisman won't burn correctly..." Lan Yichen whines, looking up at his senior through his lashes, pathetic and submissive.

Lan Wangji will have him copy the rules about propriety fourty times.

Wei Ying looks over his shoulder at his talisman, and doesn't see the way the boy leans into his scent just a little bit, his cheeks dusting red at the close contact.

Lan Wangji fights the urge to grip Bichen. He can't kill a kid. Come on.

Wei Ying takes the brush from his hand and glides it once over the talisman paper. He smiles encouragingly at Yichen, who's managed to make himself look borderline tearful. "Let's try it together now."

"T-Together?"

Lan Wangji is a strong man. Self-disciplined, in control. He doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to stop himself from - what was the word Jingyi used... ah yes - yeeting that young man all the way to his home sect.

"I'll send in some of my spiritual energy, and you send in the rest. Let's see if anything cool happens, yeah?"

The boy looks like he's won the lottery. Lan Wangji can see it behind the sopping wet cat look. The brush in his hand is halfway broken now.

The talisman lights up blue and dissipates.

"Wow!" Lan Yichen shouts, as if he hasn't been using talismans for the past 5-7 years of his cultivation career. "You're so good at this, teacher Wei!"

Wei Ying laughs and pats the boy's head before returning to his teaching desk. Behind him, the boy looks like he's just ascended. Or had an orgasm.

Either way, Lan Wangji breaks his brush in little smithereens and tries talking himself out of murder.

"These kids are so distracted today." Wei Ying sighs. "I knew I shouldn't have taken you with me, all they do is look at you."

It takes all Lan Wangji has not to side eye his husband.

---

Lan Sizhui walks into his room after having tea with his dads - they always have tea together before night hunts, a little ritual to lift their spirits and... well, for a last memory if something bad happens. It's a risk of the job, after all, though it's highly unlikely, considering how powerful both Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei are.

So, Sizhui happily returns to his room to get ready and finds several of his friends all over the place, looking much like the backstage to a courtesan show. Some are struggling on deciding which robes to put on, others fight for natural light to powder their faces and the rest struggle with hairstyles.

"Hello, people who do not live here. Where's Jingyi?"

"Getting scolded for calling sect leader Nie cunty to his face at the last discussion conference." One of the boys, Lan Haoran, answers, blending the powder into his skin to hide acne scars. "He's not allowed to come to the night hunt with us."

"That's a compliment." Sizhui replies, and barely manages to reach his wardrobe for clothes in the mess.

"Tell that to teacher Lan Qiren."

"Anyway, what are you guys doing here?"

"Getting ready for the night hunt, duh!" Another, Lan Lixin, says, fixing a golden hairpiece in his bun.

"And since when does night hunting entail a makeover?"

"You want us to look like shit with Senior Wei around?!" Lan Tao exclaims, emerging from the bathroom in a delicately ornate set of light blue robes. "We have to look presentable."

Sizhui rolls his eyes. "You know he only has eyes for Hanguang-Jun."

"It's worth a try." Lan Lixin says, taking a final look in the mirror. "And anyway, last time he said he liked my hairpin, so what more could a man want from life?"

Sizhui takes in a deep breath to calm down. "And why are you lot here instead of your own rooms?"

"Your room has the best lighting." Lan Haoran responds. "God, I really need to invest in some skincare."

"Anyways, do you guys think we'll get to see Senior Wei control the Ghost General this time?" Lan Tao asks.

There are three dreamy sighs in response.

"I wish he'd control me like that. He wouldn't even need Chenqing, I'd just do anything he wanted stat."

"Same. I love when he gets all serious, I'd love him to get like that with me~"

"You guys realize I'm right here, right?"

---

Wei Ying saves his third Lan junior of the night and he's starting to grow tired. Of course, he doesn't expect them to be able to take on a night hunt independently and succeed at it, he's quite sure they've never been so uncoordinated before.

The strings of the guqin vibrate loudly and the fierce corpses kneel, growling in pain. Wei Ying rushes to pluck yet another child from their grasps and sends a burst of resentful energy their way. "It's alright, I got you."

The boy in his arms whines and hides further in Wei Ying's chest. He didn't get hurt that badly, but Wei Ying figures it must have been terrifying for him to be nearly torn into, so his reaction is understandable.

He gently lays the boy against a tree, wipes some dirt off his face and sends him a reassuring smile. "It's all right now, you're safe."

"Thank you, senior Wei..."

Lan Wangji rolls his eyes as his fingers move over the guqin. Who knew the Lan have so many aspiring actors in their ranks?

Wei Ying lifts Chenqing to his lips and a shrill tune fills the silence. The fierce corpses writhe at the sound, and, holding the flute with one hand, Wei Ying sends three talismans to immobilize them.

A nod is all it takes for Hanguang-Jun to send Bichen their way.

"Wow..." the "injured" juniors exclaim, eyes fixated on senior Wei, his eyes glowing red and expression determined.

Sizhui, who's unfortunately been delegated to tend to their wounds, fastens a bandage a bit too hard on one of his friends, pulling his attention away.

"You lot are being ridiculous. You could've gotten killed."

Lan Tao clutches his arm, eyes full of horny ideas as he stares at the way Senior Wei sends resentful tendrils towards the fierce corpses. "I wonder what else he can do with those."

"You know what, I'm going to kill you myself actually."

"What's your issue, Sizhui? It's not like it's our fault senior Wei is a DILF." Lan Lixin huffs.

"I do not want to know what that means."

"It means dad I'd like to fu-"

Lan Lixin finds his lips glued together. Hanguang-Jun sends him an icy look. "Stop talking. Conserve your energy."

"Serves you right." Sizhui mumbles. "I was wondering when Hanguang-Jun will do something about you horn dogs."

Lan Lixin glares meaningfully at him, but Sizhui pretends not to see it.

"You guys need to stop thirsting after my family. Hanguang-Jun, now Senior Wei, who's next, the Ghost General?"

The boys appear to actually be considering the possibility and Sizhui barely stops himself from liberally smacking the backs of their heads.

At least Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei have slain all the fierce corpses, and the night hunt is over.

If he has to see his friends act so pathetic for attention again, Sizhui is going to just jump in horde of fierce corpses sword-less.

---

"Ahh, Lan Zhan, you were even more beastly than usual today!" Wei Ying whines as he takes his rightful place on his husband's chest. "I'm not complaining, of course, but what brought this on?"

Lan Wangji decides not to answer, placing a possessive arm around Wei Ying's waist underneath the covers. "Mine."

"Yours, always." Wei Ying leaves a soft kiss on Lan Zhan's neck. "Hey, did you set up the silencing talismans before we started? I don't remember anymore."

"...yes."

Wei Ying hums and burrows further into Lan Zhan's chest, pliant and sleepy. "Good, good, we would've probably kept the whole inn awake if you hadn't."

---

The juniors' dark eyebags the next morning and their refusal to look either of their seniors in the eyes is peculiar.

But who can understand the youth these days, really?

[kiwi2229]

Shoes

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 739 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Blackmail

It’s the loud bang followed by a colourful curse word and the James Fleamont Potter! that makes James stop at the spot. He already knows this is not good. And it’s apparent to everyone else as Sirius laughs at him. “You are in trouble.”

“As always,” James answers.

“What have you done?”

James just shrugs. He is trying to think what could get the boy mad, but his brainstorming is cut short by furious Regulus storming into the kitchen with a shoe in his hand. It looks rather comical, and James is trying so hard not to laugh at him. By the look in Regulus’ eyes, it wouldn’t be a wise decision.

“Here he is, the love of my life. Have I told you today how beautiful you look and…” He is cut out by a stern look. He can see in the corner of his eye Sirius sitting at the kitchen cabinet silently laughing.

“Potter. I don’t know how more I should simplify this so you would understand it, but Don’t. Leave. Your. Shoes. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Fucking. Hall.” Regulus over pronounces each word as you would do for a five-year-old. Frankly, James thinks he is absolutely gorgeous like this. He is snaped from admiring his boyfriend by a flying shoe that hits him in the centre of his chest.

“James! I almost broke my leg.” Regulus says and James is pretty sure he is exaggerating. “If I find the shoes there again it will be your leg that will be broken.”

James just gazes at him. “You are so pretty when you threaten me.”

To which Regulus just lets out incoherent noise full of frustration. “I could just…” He reaches his hands out pretending to strangle someone, preferably James at the moment.

“Come on, Reggie. They are just shoes, aren’t you a little bit overreacting?” Sirius speaks up and James thinks how much of a fool he is drawing attention to himself. Regulus slowly turns himself to face him.

“And youuu…” Regulus hisses through his teeth pointing at his brother. “You are the same. So this warning goes for you too. IF I find those shoes in the middle of the hall tomorrow instead of neatly placed in the shoe closet you will lose them.” And with that, he turns around and leaves the room as quickly as he entered.

As soon as they know he is not able to hear them both of the boys burst out laughing.

~.~.~.~.~

The next day James is coming for breakfast when he stumbles on Sirius standing in the hall looking at the ground in disbelief. He follows his gaze and notices all of their shoes are gone and all it’s left is two pairs of old flip-flops. There is no question who the thief is since they of course didn’t put away their shoes yesterday after Regulus what they assumed was an empty threat.

When both enter the kitchen, they can see Regulus sipping his morning coffee with a satisfied expression on his face. “Morning.” He sings.

“Where are they?!” Sirius narrows his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Regulus tilts his head in mock confusion.

“Regulus. The shoes of course.”

“They are not in the shoe closet as they are supposed to be?” Regulus asks and calmly sips his coffee.

“You know well enough that they aren’t,” James answers instead of Sirius.

“Well, I told you what will happen, and you didn’t listen, so here you go.”

“C’mon Prongs, let’s go find them.” Sirius turns around already done with the conversation.

“Good luck with that.” Regulus hums. Going by his unbothered expression James is pretty sure they won’t find their shoes.

“Reggie, love, will you tell us where there are?” James tries because he would be a fool not to ask before they go for a blind hunt.

“I will if you manage to put the flip-flops in the closet every day for the next five days as I asked you many times before.”

“Blackmail, really Regulus?” Sirius asks in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail per se. More like targeted behaviour modification.” Regulus muses clearly satisfied with himself. Sirius looks furious and James just laughs. It’s more a punishment for Sirius than him since Sirius absolutely hates flip-flops. But maybe hearing Sirius complain for those five days will be enough punishment itself.

“Well played,” James says and goes to pour himself his own cup of coffee.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 29 | Biting - Liam (vampire au)

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 2k

18+, mention/threat of death, biting, blood, being in a tight space, light mention of suicide (?), possessive, dry humping, minimal editing

A/n: Funnily enough I've never played Ikevamp before so I have no idea how similar this might be. Also, there's an indie otome vampire game with yandere elements on itchi.io that I love and strongly recommend. It's called Seven Bloody Nights. It only has a demo so far but the demo contains the prologue and night one for each vampire. I really love the characters and their interactions with each other. And it got me into vampires and it was my hyperfixation before Ikevil.

You took a deep breath as you stared down the castle. You wondered how long it had been abandoned. You took a deep breath. A bet was a bet. And you weren’t keen on losing this one. You said it didn’t scare you despite your friend saying it sounded like something out of a vampire story. And you were going to sneak in and grab something as proof you went.

Your head was on a swivel as the leaves crunched beneath your feet to get to the door. It was probably just the atmosphere getting to you. It was October and it was getting dark. Goosebumps rose on your skin beneath your clothes.

What if this place wasn’t abandoned? What if it belonged to some noble and you were stupid enough to think no one was living there? You took a deep breath. If someone did still live there, the door would be locked. Then you could just go home and say it wasn’t abandoned, or that there was no way in.

You came in front of the large imposing door. Your hand rested on the rough old wood.

It was now or never.

You inhaled, then exhaled as you pushed the door open.

It creaked on its hinges. Opening a little too easily. The creaking echoed from the interior, making your bones shiver.

Steeling your nerves, you slipped inside. Pulling it closed behind you on instinct, planning to leave it slightly cracked.

The leaves suddenly rustled like a river outside. A gust of wind blew inside. Tossling your hair and you stiffened at the chill. And the door slammed into you from the wind and near immediately pulled back and slammed shut. You jolted and stared at it.

It was then you noticed something you should have before.

Candles. Smoke swirling from them as if they had just been blown out. Your heart stopped. How didn’t you notice them? Were you that nervous that you didn’t notice that the candles were lit before?

You spun on your heels and tried to open the door. You yanked on the handle as hard as you could. It was stuck. You tugged again. The abrasive edges digging into your skin. C’mon. C’mon.

Your ears were on high alert, and your heartbeat was in your neck.

The back of your neck prickled and the hairs on your back stood up. You could hardly breathe as you slowly turned to look behind you.

A small, black shape rushed toward you. You jumped, and a face filled your vision. Pink hair falling around his face. Rose eyes staring intently into yours.

“AH!” You jumped back. Your hand held out in front of you to prevent him from coming any closer. “Who the fuck are you?” 

He didn’t move. His expression thick with curiosity and something else. Wonder? Shock?

“You’re human,” he finally said. The look from before suddenly disappeared and he smiled. “Do you know Will or Vic?”

“Who…?” you lowered your hand, but kept your distance.

He looked down. A dark sadness filled his eyes. “Oh no. So you ended up here by chance. That isn’t good.”

“What i- you’re scaring me.”

“Oh! Sorry. But…”

His gaze got distant, like there was something else on his mind. His eyes flickered ever so slightly. 

He was handsome. Though something seemed off, but you couldn’t figure out what it was yet.

The smile appeared on his face again. “I’m Liam. It’s nice to meet you, but you probably shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous. You’re lucky Roger is out of town, but…”

Worry returned to his eyes and his head whipped around to look in the direction he came from. His body looked tense. He jumped and spun back around.

“You need to hide.”

You barely had time to open your mouth or protest before he grabbed your hand and took off with you. The hall flashed through your vision as you moved your legs as fast as you could to even keep up. Like he had inhumane speed. You were almost he was carrying you for part of it. 

A door opened and you were pushed inside and in the dark. The door clicked closed and your eyes adjusted. You could feel his hand on you, holding you against him. It seemed like you were in a closet. You looked up at him and his eyes were focused on the crack where the tiniest amount of light peeked in.

He put his finger over his lips and whispered in a hushed tone. He was tense. “If they find you, they’ll kill you. No one is supposed to know about us.”

Your eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious. This had to be some cruel joke.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I guess you just had really bad luck.”

His chest was rising and falling about as much as yours. He kept looking between you and the door.

“Is anyone coming?” you said.

“I don’t think so.” He bit his lip.

Your mind was still reeling. Being pressed against him in a dark, tight space didn’t help.

“I’ll be killed?” was all you could say. You spoke as quietly as you could.

“Probably, or… maybe not. But every other person who… I don’t know. People like you’ve never…” He trailed off again.

You stared into his eyes for a moment. “And you aren’t going to turn me in?”

His gaze turned back to you. He forced a smile on his face. “I probably should, shouldn’t I?”

“Then why aren’t you?” He was helping you. But he was being so vague you had no idea what he was saving you from.

His expression turned thoughtful. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to see you hurt or upset. Ah, I really am bad at this. Let’s hope they don’t hate me. I’m not making a mistake, am I? Letting you go isn’t going to ruin everything, right?”

His breathing quickened and his grip on your shoulders tightened before they flinched and loosened.He breathed in deeply and his muscles trembled.

He was panicking.

You reached up and cupped his face, hoping it would calm him down. It was cold. He froze. You reached your other hand up and held his face gently.

“Deep breaths.”

His eyes widened, but he listened. He followed your lead and took a large inhale and exhale as you guided him. He flinched a bit and turned his nose into his shoulder. It was odd, but you didn’t question it.

You gently stroked his face. It felt so soft, but the cold on his skin lingered. You kept your hand on him to try and warm him up. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dark. He really was handsome.

You leaned in just slightly. His breath hitched, but he turned his face to you. It only seemed to draw you in closer. The way his lips were slightly parted.

In the blur of a moment, the distance had been closed. You couldn’t remember who made the move, but you were kissing him. He lunged into you to deepen it, like he was trying to consume you. Your tongue brushed against his. Your body was warm, but he still felt cold.

Two sharp points grazed your bottom lip. You gasped and pulled back a bit.

You stared and used your thumb to brush underneath his teeth. You flinched and looked closer. Two of his teeth were longer than the others.

They were sharp. And he was cold. Something clicked.

“Vampire…” you breathed.

His eyes widened and pupils sharpened into pinpoints. His muscles tensed. His lips parted as his gaze stayed locked directly onto you.

He was a vampire. He was really a vampire. Was this the end? Did he bring you all this way just so he could eat you? He already had you literally in his grasp. There wasn’t any way out.

You took deep breaths. He wasn’t moving. He was trembling.

If he wanted to kill you he could have done it a thousand times over.

Slowly, you bring your shaking hand to his shoulder, then his face and cupped his cheek again. He gasped. His eyes flickered between your hand and you.

“...Why? Why are you doing this? You should be scared.” He looked confused. And like he was about to cry.

“You were the one who looked scared. It’s okay.”

“I don’t get it. Don’t you understand?” His eyes searched yours.

“Yeah. But, you haven’t done a thing to hurt me.

His head shook lightly. “After what I… Someone like me doesn’t deserve this.”

“What if I want to?” you whispered.

The question made him pause and look you straight in the eye. He looked so vulnerable.

After a moment, his hand shook as it went to rest over top of yours. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand. He breathed in and pressed his lips against it.

His eyes open again, filled with need.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You nodded.

His lips were immediately on yours again. Hungrily swallowing you up. His hand held your face close while the other held your waist. His hand rubbed up and down. Each movement felt desperate. Holding onto you like he never wanted to let you go. He pressed his whole body into you like he wanted to become one with you.

Heat flared through your body. You pressed back into him and melted into each touch. Like his need was contagious.

He pulled back. His eyes dilated as he stared at your neck. He bit his lip.

“Please. I promise I won’t bite. I’m not hungry. You just smell so good.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t kill me.”

He laughed softly. “I would kill myself if I did that.”

He buried his face into your neck. His arms wrapped around you and held you close. He inhaled deeply. You felt his lips part and he nuzzled his face into your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin.

You tilted your neck up to give him better access. His nose bumped into your jawline and pressed into your skin as he trailed back down. His lips approached your collarbone.

He panted against you and shook.

“I know I promised, but…”

“Please bite me. As long as you know you won’t take too much.”

He pulled back just a bit to look at you wide eyed. His expression melted, full of love. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

He opened his mouth. Your breath hitched as you felt his teeth graze against your skin. They pressed down and you gasped as they broke the skin. His teeth sunk into you. Heat pulsed from the area he bit.

He pulled back just as quickly as he bit. His tongue swiped across your skin where he bit, collecting the blood pooling there. He let out a moan and pressed his face further into your neck.

“You taste so good. You’re perfect.”

His hips bucked into yours. You bit your lip to hold back a moan.

He kept lightly humping and pushing into you until your back hit the wall. His arms held you tight to him. Your head fell against the wall as he bit, sucked, and humped into you.

You squeezed your eyes shut and held him tight. Your hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Tears pricked in your eyes from how good it felt. His name on your lips.

His hands rubbed all over you. He bucked faster into you. He bit hard into your neck as his hips stuttered. You just barely held back a cry.

His muscles relaxed. He looked down at himself and looked embarrassed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you quickly assured him as you caught your own breath.

“You just felt so good.”

He hugged you close again. He nuzzled his face into your hair. His arms tightened.

“Can I keep you?” he whispered. His voice sounded so sad and desperate.

You smiled and rubbed his back. “We’ll see.”

[justa-moth]

JRWI EXCHANGE TIME !!!!

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[sleepymccoy]

Wibta for jacking off alone in bed (there's more to it 😬)

I (37, m) live and work on a space ship. We have round the clock shifts and not enough beds so we have a roster for the bed. I have access to the bed for twelve hours every day, during which I can choose when I want to sleep. The other twelve hours the bed is my chief engineer's (48, nb), so I don't wanna be inappropriate in it ya know, they're my boss

Also, we have four beds in each room. So I'm sharing the room. But the beds are this sort of closed pod like arrangement for when we're in zero gravity, kinda like a coffin, so they're totally private and sound proof and anyway I can keep quiet and tidy while I jack it

I would normally just use the bathroom but we share that so sometimes it feels rude and like I'm being rushed. Also, I have a real crush on one of the guys (31, gorgeous m) in a different sleeping pod in my room and like I'm not meaning to but this guy does his hair before bed (and he's on my shift so it's when I'm going to bed too) and it is a turn on so not to get too outright with it but I'm feeling the want right before I clamber into my damn sleeping coffin. Dashing off to the bathroom then would feel way too obvious and I don't want to make him uncomfortable. And shit, sometimes a man's gotta tug on it!

Important detail, I'm not sharing sheets with my boss. I have my own sleeping bag. So even if I cock up and get messy they would be sleeping in my spend or anything

Also there is no privacy on this ship. Like, the bedroom isn't your own, nor the bathroom, not your office. It's all shared spaces. So, what's everyone else doing? I think we're all just not mentioning sex ffs

[achubbydumpling]

I love your writing, especially when it comes to fat Bucky and/or Steve!!

What are some of your favorite weight gain tropes with them? And what's the biggest you like to see them? Bc I LOVE when they get to the point of mobility struggles and talking seriously about accommodating for immobility 🥵 so any thoughts on that, feel free to share 👀👀👀

hi! thank you so much, as slow as I am at answering them I really really really love getting asks like this (I mean who doesn't love compliments haha)

speaking of (im)mobility I gotta link two posts, one by me and one by @mylevisdontfitanymore with lots of fics about immobility:

https://www.tumblr.com/achubbydumpling/708676381409771520/whats-your-opinion-on-immobilitynearly-immobile

https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/713904301783810048/do-you-have-any-works-or-links-to-other-works-that

Now, to your questions:

What are some of your favorite weight gain tropes with them?

what isn't a favourite of mine? 😂 hm if I had to narrow it down to three probably

weight gain as a metaphor for healing from past trauma

old men finally getting to live the life of their kinkiest dreams

accidental kink discovery

(are those even weight gain tropes? 🤔)

and I usually prefer Bucky to gain (more) weight, I don't really have an explanation for this, it's just what I prefer (feel free to psychoanalyse that 😂)

And what's the biggest you like to see them?

any size at all really, fat, overweight, underweight, morbidly obese, the brain rot is in the stucky 😌😂

no I mean I don't mind as long as it's somewhat "realistic", i.e. a person of that weight has lived on earth before, idk I'm just not really into the thousands of pounds weights? I feel like at some point you can't really escalate anymore in terms of writing the experience, how does 3000lbs feel different from 1000lbs? it can be done, I've read some excellent stories before

but generally I'd say anything below 1000lbs is like a soft limit for me while reading and especially when I'm writing the story

that being said hnnng mobility struggles 🥵🥵🥵

Bc I LOVE when they get to the point of mobility struggles and talking seriously about accommodating for immobility 🥵 so any thoughts on that, feel free to share 👀👀👀

is there anything better than constantly being out of breath, being painfully aware of how fat and out of shape they are when they're just walking to the kitchen or when they're just too big to fit somewhere

I love it when immobility is constantly on the horizon, threatening to take over but for right now they can still get around, right now it's exhausting and annoying and so so so hot just to do the simplest things because of their weight and their size.

and then with Bucky and Steve I think mobility aids and accomodations would come relatively late into the process, not because Bucky doesn't want them, but because he 1) has the/a supersoldier serum so that eases some of the intense discomfort and pain and mostly reduces it to an annoyance or some things just take him longer and 2) he has a super soldier around to help out

I think some accomodations would creep in without them even noticing, like

when Bucky first moves into Steve's apartment it's still a bachelor pad, mostly Steve's decor and some furnishings SHIELD put in for Steve, one of the things they replace is the low futon style bed

they aren't even really thinking about accomodating Bucky's weight yet, but they both gravitate towards a higher bed, maybe a really nice box-spring bed?

(I honestly don't know much about beds 😅 but I like the ones that go all the way to the bottom and don't have feet or short ones because I feel like those would be less likely to break due to weight or.. shenanigans)

something that's around hip-height, that makes it easier for Bucky to get up since he doesn't have to heave himself up from such a low position

also something with a high weight limit just because hey, they're big guys even when they aren't actively gaining and getting heavier and when they're having fun in bed (feeding, stuffing, sex (in that or any order haha)) they don't want to have to worry about accidentally breaking anything

heavy-duty chairs obviously no arm rests, as hot as it is to try and squeeze his fat ass in, Bucky doesn't need that at every meal, I feel like they'd have a huge sofa, not just a three seater or something but the full thing with like ottomans and pull-out sections

heavy duty everything really though I feel like SHIELD would've added that just because they know Captain America has super strength and would probably appreciate some sturdy furniture in his apartment, someone had to furnish that apartment for Steve, I can't imagine him thawing out of the ice and heading straight to bed, bath and beyond 😂

that's furniture, what about behavioural accomodations?

Steve definitely gets Bucky whatever he asks for, no need to get up when Steve is already on his way, I love the headcanon that the serum gave Steve a serious energy boost, like he can barely sit still and even if he does his thoughts are racing instead, so yeah most of the time he's puttering around the apartment anyway and he's more than happy to get Bucky whatever he wants

whenever they go out they're quick to order an uber or use public transport, they don't walk much when they're together, Steve enjoys running, even when he gains weight I think it's a good outlet for his pent up energy, and if they want to enjoy the city, they'd rather sit in a café or on a shaded bench in a park, than walking around aimlessly just for the sake of it

(this is like 80 million head canons stacked on top of each other 😂)

Bucky with a cane enough said, actually not enough said

his joints, bones, muscles, tendons are probably a mess of scar tissue after 70 years of being the winter soldier, so I 100% support the headcanon that he struggles with chronic pain from that

his prosthesis looks heavy af which could lead to some one-sided overuse and when he takes it off, he's leaning to the other side, a cane could help with balance and

imagine he's so heavy and his thighs are so thick that he has a heavy waddle that makes him sway side to side and the cane helps him stabilize his body during every step he takes 😩😩😩

it's a clichée at this point but riding a mobility scooter while buying a shitton of food, Bucky is already pretty big at this point, like "worrying about the weight limit on those scooters"-big, even with the arm rests pushed up Bucky is squeezed in, he's definitely wider than the seat and you can see his hips and thighs hanging over the seat of the scooter from the back (Steve loves letting Bucky lead the way just to get a view of that backside 😏😂)

this is also the point where they're like "ok, we gotta seriously talk about mobility aids now" I imagine Bucky's been using the cane at least since he was below 300lbs (ooh braces too maybe to support his knee?) and the first time he used the mobility scooter was a novelty and a "I wanna feel fat"-moment, you know what I mean?

but then Bucky notices how much less exhausted he is after grocery shopping, usually he takes a short nap after and he used to think it was just mostly because of all the lights and sounds and people, just a sensory thing, but now it's like "no, carrying around all this weight is definitly a big part of it"

idk if they'd go straight for a personal mobility scooter, I feel like Bucky would maybe add a walking frame first? not a lot of moving parts and it's similar to his cane, so there's some familiarity there, it's helpful around the house but outside it's usually more of an annoyance because people won't move out of his way and the uneven pavements make it feel less stable than inside

next he might start thinking about a wheelchair, the jump to a mobility scooter feels huge, something manual feels easier to think about, he'd still have to push himself

but after trying it out Bucky has to admit that it takes a lot of strength and endurance to push himself around and he doesn't want Steve to constantly be pushing him, not because he thinks Steve wouldn't want to do it but because he also wants to look at Steve's face while they're out and about and just chatting about everything and nothing, and he'd give up a lot of freedom if he went with a manual wheelchair right now

so a mobility scooter it is

it takes Bucky another few months to actually decide, the reason it feels like such a huge step is partially because of what other people will think, Bucky has a slight exibitionist streak, but getting around in a mobility scooter will draw even more attention than he already gets

it's almost a self-proclaimed, "I'm too fat to walk", which isn't true, he can and does still walk around fine, maybe not that far or that often, but he can still do it and hell, he gets off to the thought, Steve gets off on it too, it's not like what people assume is going to be wrong

but this big investment is almost like a final nail in the coffin of his mobility, is it giving up or giving in? finally permission to stop worrying, to stop scoping restaurants and cafés for chairs that'll hold him, to start demanding people make space for him instead of jostling his walking frame or bumping into his cane

in the end Bucky doesn't regret his decision, even for a second, he gets to visit his favourite places in the city without pain, without wheezing from exhaustion, without feeling embarassed by how much space he takes up (as delicious as that shame could sometimes be when Steve talks about those moments afterwards in the bedroom)

and maybe they finally cycle back around to replacing their current bed, not because it's broken but because they're dangerously quickly approaching that heavy weight limit and maybe a bariatric bed is the next step in Bucky's journey

[heroofshield]

Oooh if you’re taking prompts how about #5 "I can't die."

The words echoed around Shepard as they cleared the debris away from them. The Citadel was burning, whatever the Crucible had done it had been almost instant and violent. Shepard could smell the ash and smoke, coughing as it filled their nose, their lungs.

Try as they might, Shepard couldn't ignore the blood that speckled their gloves but refused to give up. "I've been through worse." they thought, pushing the rebar away from them- ignoring the spike of pain in their side at the action.

Panting from the exertion, Shepard awkwardly got to their knees and started crawling through the small tunnel that the concrete slabs had created. "I can't die. Fuck what Leviathan said." Shepard grunted, the sentence was quickly becoming their mantra to get high enough to send a distress signal to Earth.

"I can't die."

Crawling through an opening, Shepard dragged themselves to a slab and with a final grunt, hauled themselves upright-pressing a hand against the gash on their side. Closed their eyes, Shepard let their heavy breathing fill the space and tried to lower their heart rate; to slow down the bleeding and conserve what oxygen was left.

"I can't die." Shepard whispered, a tear sliding through the blood and grime as they activated the distress beacon. "I can't."

[professional-sephiroth-scrungler]

Sephiroth, 1, 5, 8, 16, 23, 26 (Angeal) please

This is really long but I hope you enjoy! 26 got a bit out of hand lol. 16, 23, and 26 under the cut.

(1) Honestly, I don’t think there’s really any canon I know with Sephiroth i outright reject. I do wholeheartedly support and believe the “Vincent is Sephiroth’s dad” theory but I accept that as of now, Hojo is his father. Even though it’s just Hojo saying that but oh well. There is also the og game guide listing him as 6’1” and i would dispute that but i think it’s been changed now to like ~6’6”. If not, he is 6’6” in my heart.

(5)His best personality trait i would say is his loyalty. Maybe not best, but that is definitely his strongest personality trait. Not taking missions that would involve killing his friends that defected, desperately trying to reach out to Genesis when he left, and so on. It’s to his detriment he is so loyal to Angeal, Genesis, and Shinra. They all betray that loyalty in some way from his perspective. Genesis and Angeal left, Angeal died, Genesis said he was an alien monster, and Shinra was lying to him his entire life about basically everything. And we all know the results of all that.

(8) He is a bottom. I will live and die on this hill. Not sure if its an unpopular opinion necessarily, but i don’t really see him written or drawn as such that often sooo

(16) He has a lot of really dark secrets he won’t admit to others or himself. One of those is that after he was told his mother died in childbirth, the nagging thought and feeling that it was HIS fault began to creep up in the back of his mind. He would never tell someone this because it would be like speaking it into being. Into reality. So he pushes that thought deep down. But it’s still there slowly eating at him.

(23)Probably rose, vanilla, leather, and some other flowers and/or citrus smells. And campfire smoke or woody scent cause i think that fits. This would probably fit more as a perfume but meh :/

(26) If Sephiroth was stuck in an elevator with Angeal, I don’t see much happening since they’re friends and both relatively chill. It’s not like with Genesis where they are constantly poking and goading each other; Genesis trying to get a rise out of Sephiroth and break his cold, stoic demeanor. Being stuck in a closed space with Angeal for some odd amount of time would be fine! That is, until that time ticks on to 30 minutes to an hour to two hours. They have work they need to be doing. Sephiroth has briefings to get to and a mountain of paperwork to get done. Angeal has drills to run with Zack and briefings for both of them. They’re both silently getting more worried and more stressed as the elevator does not move or open. Conversation died a while ago at this point since the both of them aren’t the most talkative or extroverted. That’s Genesis’s specialty. Now Sephiroth is brooding in one part of the small space, trying to get what work he can get done finished or started on his PHS and Angeal is doing the same plus almost anxious check ins with Zack to give his student something to do thrown in. Sooner or later, no more emails related to work can be answered or sent. It’s just anxious, awkward silence again. Sephiroth’s silent, almost imperceptible anxiety that only someone who knew him well would notice spurs something in Angeal to try and get a different, non work related conversation going. It’s almost the same father-like care he shows Zack in his voice. He had been noticing that Sephiroth had been getting thin again, so he brings it up gently. All he gets is a deflective “Hmph.” But he keeps talking, not unlike his lectures about dreams and honor; but definitely more quiet and caring. Angeal knows it’s because Sephiroth is stressed or binging research, neglecting himself in the process. Just before the elevator starts moving again, Angeal invites Sephiroth to dinner that evening and thankfully, he agrees.

[ferallymine]

Don't Make a Sound

a/n: expanding my spice skills. Bored on my day off so enjoy :))

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Street-lamps illuminated the street as the sun finally faded behind the ocean. Once bustling streets now vacant; occupants retiring for the evening. Life of the night found itself in wild bugs and animals dancing in the streets.

There were two minor light sources on in the garage. Yusei typed away on his laptop, desk littered with cup noodle remnants. Thyme sat across the room, journal highlighted by a small desk lamp. Crumpled paper and broken pencils scattered their workspace.

Thyme stood, stretching their arms. They noticed the lack of sunlight in the windows, "Damn, we've been at this all day."

Yusei's gloved fingers paused as he looked up, "Oh. I guess we have." Eyes adjusted to the darkness away from his brightly lit screen.

"You're gonna get a migraine," Thyme walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, "At least lower the brightness by, like, 10 points."

His hand joined theirs, "I'll be fine." He pulled their hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss over their fingers. "I can still see you, at least."

"Very cute."

"Just being honest." He stood, eyes further adjusting to the lack of light. "You're the best view."

"Even compared to your runner?"

"Don't push it."

They chuckled, squeezing his hand. Ideas formed in their head. "You know, The team's all gone for the night." Thyme pulled his jacket with their free hand, forcing him to step closer, "So we have the garage to ourselves."

Mischief gleaned in his eyes. Hands traced up their shirt, resting on their waistline. "And what did you have in mind?"

"Take your jacket off and find out."

Thyme blinked and the items were gone. Gloves and the jacket laid beside them on the workbench. Yusei stepped closer, pinning Thyme's hips to the edge of the workbench. His hands found their place again up their shirt.

"Was that all?" A confident smirk.

"Belt." Their fingers dipped below his waistband.

He tightened his grip on their body, trying to keep composure. Breath shaky as he finally pulled away. The belt slid off easily along with his jeans. Thyme closed the gap between them. Hands made their way up his torso and relieved him of his shirt.

Yusei gasped, feeling their nails scrape his chest. His blush darkened. In a vain effort to keep himself quiet, he cupped their face and kissed them. Thyme looped their arms around his neck, gently pulling him forward. In a new swing of confidence, Yusei fully leaned into them. Bodies pressed together as their hips again met the edge of the workbench. Thyme moaned into the kiss. Sweat began to form where skin touched skin.

One bite of his bottom lip broke his facade. Yusei buried his face in their neck, trembling with what little composure he had left. Fuck...

"We've barely started and you're already a mess."  Thyme placed a finger on his chin, turning him to meet their gaze.

Don't stop. "Please."

"Hm," Thyme traced their finger down his neck, stopping at his chest. A whine escaped his throat as they continued, "This feels a little one-sided, wouldn't you agree?"

That was all the permission he needed. Hands caught in a whirlwind of motion. Thyme's outer clothes made it to the growing pile on the workbench. Saliva met sweat as Yusei kissed up their neck, teeth grazing the pulse point.

Keys jingled in the front door.

Gasps of surprise as the couple came back to reality. Adrenaline spiked from their compromised position. Thyme grabbed their clothes and threw them in the small locker by the lower exit. Without much time or other options, Yusei pulled them into the larger locker next to it. Bodies pressed together in less-than-ideal circumstance as the overhead lights flickered on.

"Thyyyyyme!!" Crow called from atop the ramp. "Yuseiiiii!"

"Must you be so loud at this hour?" Jack shuddered, "Just put their dinners away if they're not here."

"If they aren't back soon, I'm eating both of them."

"Don't be rude." Akiza helped Crow carry the takeout up to the loft, "Maybe they're out on a walk."

No, we're in here. Yusei felt his pulse thunder in his ears.

A firm hand clasped over his mouth. Yusei's eyes locked with Thyme's as they held a finger over their lips. Make a sound and I'll kill you.

"Sick! Then we have the place to ourselves." Crow plopped onto the sofa. "I'm putting on the Sonic movie."

Both bodies below were flush with sweat and disheveled hair. Clothes in the next door over... Maybe they could wait it out.

Yusei's eyes got a mischievous glint. Or maybe this could be fun.

Hips gyrated in a slow pace. Thyme's eyes went wide as blush returned to their face. Don't you dare.

Mimicking their movement, Yusei clamped his hand over their mouth. Then don't make a sound.

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Overhead lights finally flickered off. Footsteps upstairs shuffled into bedrooms until silence encapsulated the garage.

The locker slowly opened. Yusei checked the surrounding area before stepping out. Thyme attempted to follow but their legs buckled underneath them.

"Careful,"  A gentle whisper as he caught them, "Don't wake anyone."

"You're a devious bastard." Eyes too exhausted to open.

A soft smile, "You seemed to like it." Hands traced their still-trembling thighs. The sensitivity pulled a gasp from their throat.

"Please," Thyme fully collapsed into his embrace, "I yield."

Yusei stroked their hair, placing a kiss on their forehead. "Let's get dressed and up to bed."