#took a while just to draw all the sweets tho…..

[1driedpersimmon]

I did my redraw of the pink cake illustration 🤭🤭

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[rafesproperty]

Rafe Cameron x Reader GF <3

Rafe with a girlfriend that loves to read. He doesn’t get it. Really. But he’d do anything to make his girl happy. ❤️‍🩹

Just Rafe being disgustingly sweet and spoiling reader…

I wanna make a part 2 where he finds out about annotating cuz that scenario is just hillarious to me 😭 lmk if you want it!

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“Hey, baby,” Rafe mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his voice was still rough, his hair messy and his eyes barely open as he reached for your coffee and took a sip. You were staying at Tannyhill for a while because his dad was on some family trip with Sarah and Rose.

You chuckled and reached for your coffee, snatching it from his hand. “Morning.”

He started to make coffee for himself as well, you’d normally admire his back in the white shirt he was wearing, but you were almost finished with your book so you kept reading, eyes glued to the page. Rafe noticed and looked over his shoulder at you. “Wheezie’s still sleeping?” His eyes trailed down to the table, one singular book laying there but a bunch of mini colorful papers and pens laying around it. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed there was no notebook tho. Weird.

“Mhm,” you gave a quick nod, clearly more focused on the text in your book than on him. “Made you some waffles.” You added and kept reading the page quickly. Suddenly you let out a gasp.

“What?” Rafe quickly turned around, his flight fight or fight mode on immediately. Then he let out a frustrated groan when he realised why you gasped and he leaned against the table, flexing his arms (not happy that you didn’t even look), and sneaking a glance at the page.

“Oh, my fucking God. I need to know the rest.” You let out a tortured moan and looked up at him, suddenly realising you were not alone and that your very much judgy boyfriend was staring at you. You felt your cheeks flush. “Sorry, um… it just… was intense is all.” You closed the book shut, avoiding eye contact with him.

Rafe grinned. “You’re so weird.” He mumbled and ran a hand through your hair. “So, so weird it actually makes you cute as fuck.” He whispered as he leaned down to you, you closed your eyes and purred softly at his touch. He smirked, satisfied that he finally got your attention.

You chuckled at his comment, looking up at him. You knew Rafe didn’t get it. He was very much reality-oriented and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to force him to read a book if his life depended on it. Yours maybe… but you’d probably die anyway. Plus there was no way he’d ever find the time in his schedule to read something. He was either taking care of business or spent all his free time with you and you only, and intended to keep it that way.

He went back to making coffee and you pulled out your phone, looking up the next book in the series you were currently reading. The thing is it was still a fresh release and everyone loved this series so it was sold out everywhere, hard to get and if a store had it they put an insane price on it, knowing some people would buy it anyway.

“30 fucking dollars for a paperback? Fucking assholes.” You slammed your phone down and Rafe turned around, giving you a look of genuine confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He had no idea what a paperback means, or how much books even cost. Thirty dollars sounded normal to him… cheap even.

“What’s wrong? Baby 30 bucks would be insane even for a hardcover.”

“A what?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking ridiculous. They put a big price on it because they know people want it and some people will buy it but I-“

“I’ll get it for you.” Rafe stopped your rant and sat down next to you with his coffee and the waffles you made earlier.

“What? No, Rafey, no. It’s so fucking expensive.”

He genuinely grinned at your statement. “Baby, it’s 30 bucks.” He rested his hand on your knee, drawing little circles with his thumb, trying to ease your mood. He was still sleepy, normally you’d admire how pretty he looked with his hair all messy and eyes puffy.

“No. That’s not the point. It’s too much for a book. Baby a paperback is usually around 10 dollars.”

“So?”

You groaned. Oh how you wanted to rant to someone about how stupid it was, but of course Rafe didn’t understand. Where was Wheezie when you needed her?

Rafe grabbed your phone and checked the location of the bookstore. You both ate your waffles and chatted about some other things for a while. He eventually got up. “Get dressed, we’ll go get it.”

“Rafey it’s really okay-“

“Shut upppp,” it was his turn to groan in annoyance now and you chuckled at his expression. “Wanna make you happy baby, I don’t give a fuck if it costs a thousand. Get dressed.”

There was no arguing with Rafe once he made up his mind. You were on his bike within a few minutes, holding on to him as he parked in front of the bookstore. He grabbed your waist as he led you inside, holding you close to him — it was a thing he did whenever you went to public together.

You immediately knew where to look for the book you wanted, but your eyes lingered on some new releases on your way over to the fantasy isle anyway, remembering you wanted some of them.

Rafe followed closely behind, texting Barry back on his phone about something.

There were two girls standing next to the fantasy isle and you heard them rant about how overpriced this specific book is and how unfair it is. You really couldn’t agree more. You reached for it and sighed. “Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw the price. Not thirty, but thirty fucking two.

“Right?!” One of the girls looked at you, obviously also pissed off. “I mean, how greedy can they get.” She ranted.

“Yeah I threw a tantrum when I saw how much it is this morning.” You laughed and she laughed as well, the other girl adding in her own complaining and you were chatting about it for a while, talking about the events of the first book in the series. Rafe was behind you for a while but he got annoyed with Barrys shit over the phone so he found a chair to sit on and let you talk to the girls.

“Right, um, I’ll get going.” You eventually said to the girls when you noticed Rafe was now just scrolling on his phone. You didn’t really wanna keep him waiting.

“Wait you’re actually buying it?!”

“Um,” you let out a nervous laugh, “yeah, well, no… my um, boyfriend’s getting it for me.” You admitted, you didn’t want to brag but you also didn’t want to say you’re getting it and take the credit for something he’s paying for.

“Oh wow, lucky.” One of the girls smiled, sneaking a glance at him. You could tell just from the look in her eyes that she found Rafe scary. Most people did.

“I’m jealous,” the other whispered, whether about your boyfriend or the book was not clear. You smiled and said your goodbye, and went over to Rafe who was now on his feet, leaning against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you only came back with that one book. “Did you fucking read the whole thing already?”

“What do you mean?” You grinned, ignoring his grumpiness.

“I thought you were picking shit. What were you doing?”

“Oh no, I was chatting with some girls. Sorry. They also had a lot to say about the pricing.” You smiled at him apologetically.

“Well yeah, but go pick more books.” He said annoyed. He didn’t really mind waiting for you but he didn’t understand why you only grabbed one.

“No, baby, this one’s already overpriced as fuck I don’t wanna-“

“For Gods sake Y/N, we’re already here. Get more. Wanna spoil you baby.” He brushed his finger against your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him and tried to hide your blush.

“Okay, alright. Can you—“

“Mhm,” he knew what you were asking immediately and grabbed the one you already had so you can go look at some more.

You were walking around the isles, checking out a bunch of books. You’d lie if you said you didn’t want almost every single one. As you were reading the back of some modern romance Rafe appeared behind you, he came closer to you and put one hand next to your head, leaning against you. You could feel his breath at the back of your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Isn’t that just about sex?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, not noticing that the girls you were chatting to earlier were standing next to you and Rafe.

He seemed genuinely confused. “Why’d you read about it when we can do it?”

“Rafe,” you laughed again and turned around to face him, giving him a look, blushing when you noticed there were other people too.

“What? I’m serious. Bet I can make you feel better than some words on paper.” He brushed his hand against your back and you felt your whole body tense up… that is until you heard the girls next to you giggle.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled, embarassment evident in your face. But Rafe just smirked, always eager to make you flustered.

“Besides,” you added, putting the book back, “you’d be surprised what a few words on paper can do to you.”

He gave you a susprised look, “Seriously?”

“Yeah where do you think I learned all my tricks?” You said jokingly and he grinned as well.

“Dunno, you were pretty innocent before I corrupted your pretty mind.” He mumbled next to your ear and nibbled at the skin of your exposed neck, softly kissing a mark. His mark.

Rafe smirked when he noticed the way your body reacted by leaning closer to him, and reached over you to grab the book you placed back. “So we’re buying it?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow. You were obviously intrigued by it, he thought.

“It doesn’t sound that interesting,” obvious lie, “’m gonna look for something else.”

“Get something else and this as well?”

“No, Rafey, books can get-“ but he just rolled his eyes and held it next to the first book you picked. Already made up his mind.

You knew he’d just get it no matter what you said. “Wait, it’s a sequel, can you—“ You looked up, not only was this store overpriced as fuck but they obviously also had zero respect for small people.

“Hm, here,” he leaned even closer, brushing his lips against your ear, trapping you a little, your back pressed against the bookshelf. “Which one?” He teased you with a smirk, his fingers brushing your hair aside to make the marks he left there the other day visible, his breath brushing over them.

Then he got the book you pointed at, leaving you shivering just a bit more. “Needing me so bad for everything…” he murmured happily.

Rafe figured quickly that you’d act all humble the whole time. You always picked up a book, read the back, smiled at it… and put it back. Every. Damn. Time. And after an hour of him waiting you had the audacity to come to him with only two books. He didn’t say anything, just got up, grabbed them from your hands and made his way to the cashier.

“Hey, princess, hold this for me.” He handed you the four books as he wanted to reach into his pocket for his wallet on the way. You took the books without questioning him, and he quickly grabbed most of the books he noticed you were checking earlier. He also grabbed the better ones, the ones that were more expensive… hardbacks? That’s what you called it, right? So quickly you didn’t even really get the chance to protest.

“Rafe-“

“Shut it,” he growled and this was the first time today he didn’t say that in a joking manner.

So you did.

“Everything alright, sir?” The cashier asked. Rafe gave her a quick nod and noticed they had some snacks — mostly chocolates — there. So he grabbed a few and added that to the pile of books.

He waited for the cashier to finish her job when you suddenly realised something.

“Rafe, wait.” You mumbled and ran off. He didn’t really understand but you came back with one more book a second later. He didn’t mind at all. Tho it didn’t really seem like your style, compared to all the other books… this one was colorful and seemed like some rom-com high school bullshit, but he didn’t question you.

“Your total’s $273, sir…”

You felt your body freeze. “Rafe you don’t-“

But he already pulled out his card without blinking an eye. “Told you to shut it.” He whispered and grabbed the bags with your books and threw his free arm around you, leading you out of the store.

He let out a sigh when you both exited the store and you were afraid for a second that it was because it really was too expensive.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

Fuck.

“The worst sugar baby ever.” He added and gave you a relaxed smile.

Oh… that’s what he meant. You felt relief as you smiled at him as well, laughing at his nickname for you.

“Thank you, baby.” You mumbled and wrapped your arms around his waist as you both made your way to his bike.

“Mhm, anything for you. Anytime.” He kissed the top of your head and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Wheezie was already up when you both returned to Tannyhill. She was excited to see all the books you got so you sat down on a couch with her and showed her everything, telling her about each one. Rafe didn’t really care… plus all the fantasy terms started to give him a headache so he minded his own business, dealing with something on his phone again, occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

“Oh yeah, this one’s for you. I knew you wanted it.”

That caught his attention. He looked up from his phone and saw Wheezies eyes sparkle as she flipped through the book you picked for her. He felt his heart warm up. You really were thinking of his little sister too… He’s so going you wife you up one day. Probably soon.

He sneaked his arm around your waist and squeezed you gently, thanking you.

[pepperyduck]

you walk around the corner to see gojo’s girlfriend sitting on top of his desk and him talking to her sitting on his chair between her legs. so much for surprising him with your early coming home from your work trip. even tho he’s your husband you don’t dare take a step further keeping your shock to a silent gasp, worried you’ll get caught. your marriage had been arranged, and even though you loved him and he was a good caring husband, he was never in love with you. while you figured this was happening it still hurt seeing him so happy and full of life when he’s engaging in just simple conversation with her.

almost immediately after he notices you avoiding him and keeping to yourself even more than normal. when he brings it up, you tell him you know about his girlfriend after having listen to them talking for a long time before they started to “make out.” while Gojo isn’t mean or smug about it, he doesn’t deny it leaving you an absolute emotional wreck.

hi honey! thank u for this request, u get me so well :'). i hope i delivered what u were looking for! much love hun!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, cheating, mentions of divorce, manipulation if u look hard enough, a couple mentions of sex but no active descriptions. (18+ mdni!)

notes: so i haven't written about gojo yet but i absolutely love this man. let me know what u think! also i did not proofread this, very sorry, i wrote half of it on my lunch break @ work.

you can find part two here

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“satoruuu!” you chirp your husband’s name as you enter the home, the ending syllables of his name echoing throughout the massive entryway, and you’re met with silence. you drop your bags in front of the door, you can’t help but be enthusiastic about seeing your husband – you’ve been on that stupid business trip that took way too long, and you feel lucky you were able to come back home a few days earlier.

a boisterous laugh comes from upstairs in the empty house, signaling your husband is somewhere around your office – maybe he’s on the phone with a friend and didn’t hear you from all the way downstairs. you smile to yourself and run up the stairs, staying quiet as possible so you can surprise satoru – tiptoeing closer and closer, you see your office door wide open. when you peek around the doorframe into the room, you see your husband, dressed in one of those expensive shirts you bought for your last anniversary –

and there’s a girl, a girl you’ve never seen, perched atop your desk, smiling widely and proud from a joke she cracked to make satoru laugh so loudly.

you draw your head back quickly, praying neither one of them saw you, because you had no idea how to approach the situation at hand. that girl was more than a friend, for sure, with the way satoru was feeling up and down her thighs from sitting in between them. for a second, you feel as if your whole marriage was a lie. 5 years, down the drain, and how many of those years were spent with other women, too?

satoru gojo was the son to your parent’s closest counterparts – you grew up around him, not too close, but enough to know enough about one another by the time you became adults. after college, neither one of you held a long-term partner, so your parents and his decided to arrange a marriage for the both of you. you willingly accepted – satoru was a sweet, caring boy for the most part – yet unbeknownst to you, a cheater who never really had any intentions of staying loyal to his wife. in his mind, the marriage was nothing more than a benefit for the both of you; he agreed to get his parents off his back and live a comfortable life because of the successful jobs you both obtained. you were content taking the man’s last name, having gradually fallen in love with him over time, even planning to have kids with him one day.

all your future dreams and past feelings come to a halt when you see the man with another woman.

you creep back down the stairs, quietly so no one catches on, and you grab your bags and leave again. you don’t go too far at all; you stay down the street in your car so you can see whenever your husband leaves. once he’s on his way to go drop his mistress off, you scurry back to the house and take all your things inside. satoru returns hours later, well past after dark, greeted with you in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

“oh- honey,” satoru perks up upon walking through the door, “i didn’t think you’d be back so early.” he walks up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, giving you a tight squeeze and kissing your neck. your first instinct is to relax into his touch, as you had always done for years before, but the hurt inside of you causes you to stiffen up at the hug.

“hi, satoru,” you faintly reply, eyes diverting from everything else to the saucepan simmering in front of you on the stove. satoru always had a knack to be able to tell when something was off with you, even from the smallest bit of action. this was no different.

satoru unravels his arms from around you and leans onto the counter adjacent to the stove, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “everything okay, sweetie?” the pet name he most commonly used made your stomach hurt and your chest tighten.

“mmhm,” you bluff, “just a rough trip, i’m really exhausted,” you tell him, gaining a bit of strength to look him in the eyes with a tired expression and a weak smile.

“aww, you should’ve told me, honey. i would’ve got us something while i was out,” satoru says, his sickeningly sweet voice causing a bout of anger inside you.

“i was going to surprise you, but you weren’t here when i got home,” you lie to him, gazing back down to the saucepan and turning the eye off, “where were you so late?” you ask, although you already knew the answer. the question was just a meaningless test.

“ah, i was out with kento. he wanted to treat me to drinks since he got a new promotion,” satoru lies right back, but you see right through it.

“really? good for him,” you compliment his friend, able to work yourself up a little more to keep a straight face in front of your husband.

satoru couldn’t tell yet, but your heart cracked each time you looked at him. you wanted to slap the man to the ground and interrogate him as to why he’s sleeping around – but you only had evidence you saw with your own eyes. you figured he would most likely try to flip things around if you accused him of cheating and pin the blame on actions of your own that didn’t exist.

so, you make the noble decision to keep quiet about your knowledge for now.

days pass, the scene of your husband and the other woman slowly ate away at you, it chipped at the loving wife persona you displayed for satoru, more and more with each hour that came and went. your husband’s usual upbeat personality remained the same, and you tried your hardest to match it, continuing to kiss and be intimate with the man as much as he wanted.

but as time grew, your feelings slowly started to show. you couldn’t help it – who could help it? – being cheated on tears away someone’s entire confidence and demeanor. for years, satoru had feigned innocence and loyalty, he was a perfect husband to you, but maybe he was too perfect for someone like you.

he was his family’s most prized heir, and you were just some girl that got lucky enough to marry him, by some chance of fate. you hated the fact that you realized all you were to him was some … possession, someone there for convenience and convenience alone.

“what’s got you down in the dumps, hmm?” satoru teases as he pokes at your shoulder. you’re laid with your back facing him, trying to fall asleep after a long, emotionally painful night of sex.

you don’t reply at first, you just roll over a little more so he can’t see your sad face, curling into yourself at his touch. there was never going to be a perfect time for you to confront the man. but all the painful feelings you’d been holding on to for weeks at this point get the best of you, and a tear makes its way out of your eye and onto the silk sheets below.

“satoru,” you peep, barely audible as you continue to face away from your husband.

“hmm, honey?” he hums, so effortlessly faking a kind tone.

“who’s that girl?” you question, “i saw her here when i came home.”

“oh,” satoru replies, and you can feel his weight shift next to you so he’s laying on his back.

silence falls over the room, you wait on a reply that satoru refuses to give you for multiple minutes. he lays there, contemplating a lie, or whether or not he should come clean.

it’s not like you’d leave him, anyway.

“i’ve been dating her for a few months now,” satoru tells you, his voice no longer sweet or caring, just plainly spitting out the words you didn’t want to hear from him, ever. the tone in his voice upsets you even greater, he doesn’t even try to deny it, which causes an even greater pain to expand inside of you.

satoru’s new indifference to your feelings hurts a lot more than you’d ever imagined. you tried to psych yourself up, telling yourself that it was okay, you’d be happy if he just lied to you about the whole situation and you’d never bring it up again. his honesty is excruciating, it causes your heart to finally shatter into a million pieces when he confesses everything so guilt-free.

“why…?” you whimper, still unable to gain any of the forged confidence you had for weeks before to look him in the eyes again. you couldn’t stand to look at those beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen so deeply in love with over time, because you knew all they’d do is glare back at you unimpressed.

“well,” satoru starts, “what did you expect? this whole marriage was a fluke, anyway,” he mutters, still too honest for you to be able to feel any comfort in his words.

satoru doesn’t care, though, he never really cared, it’s all so agonizingly obvious to you now.

what did you expect?

you knew what you expected from this marriage, you treated satoru with the utmost care, even if it was a situation you were both forced into. you expected him to stay true to his vows, to be there in all the rough patches, and he was, only until it comes to your attention he wasn’t.

the sweet, considerate, thoughtful husband you once knew disappeared in the matter of a few minutes. all that remained of him now was a hard shell of what he was.

you decide to not reply to satoru anymore, to save yourself from anymore heartbreak – as if you had any left for him to smash into a billion pieces. the only actions you take are to curl up into an even smaller ball and allow the flood gates to open – you begin to coat the soft sheets in your salty tears. satoru only groans at your crying, like it was such a burden he broke your heart, as if he’s not the one to blame for everything going downhill.

the bed sinks in as satoru stands up, sighing. his footsteps shuffle behind you, you hear his keys jingle and his shoes scuff against the floor as he puts them on. you see him walk over to your dresser – the one he made for you with a huge mirror years ago – and check his reflection to fix his hair. soon after, he walks over to you and plants a meaningless kiss to your temple.

“i’m going to go see my girlfriend now,” the utterance of the word “girlfriend” makes you squeeze your eyes shut, “if you want a divorce, let me know so i can get a lawyer.”

satoru walks away and grabs his coat on the dresser, giving himself another good look in the mirror before walking over to the bedroom door.

“bye, honey.”

he leaves behind a broken wife, who’s too beautiful inside and out for her own good. he knows you won’t really leave him; the suggestion of a divorce was to only get a reaction out of you, he was bored the instant you had no rebuttal.

you only continue to cry into the night, falling asleep alone, the only thing to accompany you is the fact your marriage was a lie. satoru will come back, but things will never be the same.

[elliefuckinwilliams]

can you write subby Abby and Ellie x reader? (It doesn’t have to be smut or anything)

oooh i l o v e this! let's make it half and half!

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abby x ellie x reader

☆ these two are a handful separately but together is a whole other hassle

☆ they're constantly in competition! who does more for you? who does it the fastest? who's the strongest?

☆ you give both of them equal amount of attention but they take satisfaction in drawing attention away from the other

☆ cuddling isss so amazing and warm! you can all sometimes overheat but everyone is to comfortable to actually do anything about it so you just all boil together

☆ lots of kissing! kissing here and there and everywhereeeee

☆ it gets the point where you tell them to cut it out and they never show their competition in front of you again...behind close doors tho is another situation

☆ " did you see how she praised me and gave me kisses when i took the trash out?" " oh yeah well i drove her to her hair appointment and we made out in the car for 30min"

☆ they act as if they aren't also dating?!?!

☆ neither one of them really adopts a dom persona when it's just them two it's just two subby masc kissing sweetly on each other

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☆ you thought sub ellie was bad?!? OH you haven't met abby

☆ she knows she's strong than you so she'll take what she wants if you don't give it to her fast enough and just take the punishment

☆ say you're fucking her missionary but you're going to slow and she wants it faster but you want her to wait she whines really loudly and just grabs your hips using you as leverage for deeper, faster thrust

☆ " why can't you just go fasterr." " abby baby be patient!" " ungghhh no! fuck- oh my god fuuuck yes please oh- yes ." " jesus fuck- abby!" ( no orgasms for a 2 weeks after that one)

☆she's literally insane when it comes to you and ellie. she's so fucking possessive and she can't even help it

☆ say you're just chatting to someone you just met randomly, they both stroll up with frowed brows and crossed arms ready to go home cause now you're not giving them any attention

☆ "baby me and ellie wanna go home now!"

☆ brats

☆ ellie is an angel when paired with abby tho

☆ she's your sweet babyyyy she does whatever you want whenever you want it

☆ abby is on punishment again so she has to sit on the corner while you give ellie head which is her favorite thing to do

☆ ellie is such a load moaner she can't even help it she just is so sensitive and always feels so good

☆" how does it feel ellie."

☆ she can't speak she's so fucked out on her 3rd orgasm in the last 30min...she also comes so quickly

☆ abby has punishments in sections 1st section no touch you or ellie, 2nd section she can touch only ellie , 3rd she can finally touch both of you and she cant cum during any of that until you say so

☆ abby and ellie are grinding softly on the couch their kisses become desperate chances to taste each other but they barely have the brain power together to actually move their lips so it's just them sharing their air.

☆ they had been at it for almost an hour, their thighs shaking and their clits throbbing. ellie had already come a few times and abby was finally waiting to get permission. there was so much friction and everyone was so soaked you could hear it as they moved around trying to keep their orgasms at bay

☆ you were perched in a chair across from them observing

☆ " please can abby come? her clit is so swollen and red." it's truee it was so puffy and pink. ellie rubbing her thumb against it definitely didn't help

☆ "i guess so."

☆ your dismissive attitude turned her on even more causing her orgasm to go through her body in a way she's never felt before

☆ she can barely say a word her eyes roll so far into the back of her head and she's overwhelmed by the pleasure

☆ her pussy clenched around nothing while ellie took the opportunity to drink up everything that was coming from abby cause her own orgasm untouched

☆ "what do you say?"

☆ "t-thank you baby"

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OH MY GOD WHO WROTE THAT?!?!

okay love you bye

[ihavemanyhusbands]

High Risk

Gif by rocktheholygrail

PART THREE: GOING MY WAY?

Also on AO3

Part One // Part Two // Mini-Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: The game is almost over, but there are still plenty of moving pieces, and they all seem to lead in one direction — Hannibal’s.

WC: 4.1k words

Warnings: MINORS DNI THIS FIC IS 18+, canon divergence (frederick is still head of baltimore state hospital, also no WOTL ending), manipulation all around, slight jealousy, Will being a little threatening, smut, sort of implied fear play (but not really), ummm sort of intention of abducting reader (goes willingly tho), unprotected p in v (DO NOT), oral (fem receiving), corruption, sort of implied switch reader and switch hannibal??? though more sub hannibal (kinda), a lil choking, just two silly little fugitives running off into the sunset together, and that all I can think of but lmk if anything else!

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A guard came in through the door, momentarily halting as he took in the scene in front of him. Nothing was amiss, per se, but it was still an interesting sight to an outsider.

You looked over at him and narrowed your eyes.

“Yes?” You asked, voice clipped.

“He has a visitor,” the guard said, remembering himself.

“We still have thirty minutes left.”

He shrugged helplessly. “Doctor Chilton said to let him in.”

You glanced back at Hannibal and then nodded in assent at the guard. You glared up at the security camera as if you were looking at Frederick himself, wondering what he had in store now.

The guard stepped back to let in a tall, austerely dressed man. His brown hair was neatly swept to one side, the scruff on his face equally well-groomed. His blue eyes fixed on you as he hesitantly stepped forward, clearly not having been informed by Frederick, either.

“Hello, Will,” you heard Hannibal greet him, his tone light and unaffected.

Will nodded at him in return, but his gaze immediately returned to you. You stuck your hand out and introduced yourself as Hannibal’s appointed nurse. He took your hand and shook it briefly, letting go as soon as he was able.

“You’re dressed awfully nice for a nurse,” he commented, eyes roaming up and down quickly.

“Artist’s request,” you said, nodding towards the glass. 

Hannibal had asked to draw you in the same dress you wore during your dinner date, and you’d felt generous enough to oblige. You would change back to your uniform as soon as your time with him was over for the day, but a part of you was glad Will hadn’t come in after that.

“I have some matters to discuss with Doctor Lecter,” he said, clearing his throat. “I don’t, er… Would you mind?”

“Anything you want to say to me you can say in front of her,” Hannibal said with a casual shrug, setting his pencil down. “This is a friendly visit, isn’t it?”

Will hesitated, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Depends on what you would refer to as ‘friendly’.”

You made your voice honey sweet. “Surely I don’t pose any sort of threat to you?”

He didn’t fall for it, swallowing hard. “Yet to be seen.”

You tilted your head to one side and bit your lip, pretending to be conflicted. “Well, as it happens, Hannibal wants me to stay right here… I’m torn, really.”

Will glared at Hannibal, but the latter was still smiling amiably. He sighed in resignation, deciding to just face ahead and get through it. Hannibal took up his pencil once more.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to continue working on this while we talk,” he said, gesturing for you to get back to your original pose. 

You glanced once more at Will, but he was still determined not to look at you. A small little smile of satisfaction pulled at your lips, but you said nothing else. Now it was important that you listened, and you always knew how to blend into the background.

Will spoke first with threadbare patience. He mentioned Dolarhyde, a name you had already heard, almost always paired with the word Dragon. Hannibal kept his tone conversational, but there was a certain smugness to it that was only making Will angrier and angrier. 

But before he exploded, the barest movement of your hand seemed to make him remember himself. He cleared his throat, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. 

“Let’s just get straight to the real reason for my visit,” Will said. “The FBI wants to use you to lure Dolarhyde out, by staging an escape.”

The following silence was tangible. Hannibal looked up from his sketches, considering Will for a moment. 

“You think that’ll save them, don’t you?” He asked.

Will’s hands clenched into fists as he struggled to maintain his self-control. “You told Frederick that you would only accept if I came personally to ask you. And now I have.”

You and Hannibal shared a quick glance, clearly impatient to discuss things but powerless to do so. Will pretended not to notice this, but he couldn’t help a sidelong glance at you. He couldn’t figure out what piece you were playing in the whole game. 

Hannibal inclined his head, acquiescing. “Then I suppose you already know my answer.”

———————-

Later that night, once you had clocked out and made your way to the parking lot, you found you were not alone.

Will was leaning against his car, illuminated by a street lamp, seemingly waiting for you. You blinked, internally startled, but casually made your way to your own vehicle.

He approached but still kept his distance, his features made more severe by shadows. In a way, he had still cornered you, and you knew he would be faster if you tried to run. Not that you wanted to, or at least not yet.

“Not smart to menacingly approach a woman by herself in the middle of the night,” you said casually. “You never know, she might just have pepper spray.”

He huffed with wry amusement. “I’m not here to threaten you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So then you waited here for hours for… what reason, exactly?”

He studied you for a moment, his expression curiously similar to Doctor Chilton’s on your first meeting about Hannibal.

“Frederick caught me up to speed,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He said you might have more sway over Hannibal than anyone else right now.”

“How uncharacteristic of him to compliment me,” you said, noncommittal. “We all have our parts to play, and I’m happy to do mine.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are.”

You unlocked your car and lightly grabbed the handle, patience waning. “Is there anything else, Will?”

“I just came to ask that you put whatever feelings you might have aside, and not interfere with what’s going to come.”

“Feelings,” you repeated, almost laughing in his face. “Oh, how sweet. Is that what you gathered? Don’t tell me…”

He shook his head, but the hard set of his mouth told you otherwise. Interesting… Hannibal had certainly spoken about him a couple of times, but it had always seemed like he was forcing himself not to go into too much detail.

“Regardless, whatever it is, you need to stay out of it,” he said firmly. “This is beyond you and this place.”

“You haven’t said please once,” you pointed out, unmoved. “You forget I don’t know you, and I don’t have to listen to you. Doctor Chilton, on the other hand, can give me instructions if he so wishes.”

He took a step forward. “You think you can have him, is that what this is?”

You stood your ground, raising your chin imperiously. “Maybe I just don’t like the tone you’re taking with me.”

He knew better than to refute that, slowing down his breathing to compose himself. He looked down, but you were unsure if it was due to shame, guilt, or exasperation. Maybe a mix of all three.

“You’re right, I apologize. But I’m sure you understand, in some way, that I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t so… important to me. To everyone.”

 You took a step forward, bending slightly to one side, trying to catch his gaze once more.

“And I’m sure you understand, in some way, that I am not really the puppet master here,” you said, glancing at the building behind you. “You’re right though. I do want him, but I’m far from naïve. Just a passing craving is all.”

Will’s eyebrows raised. “But isn’t yielding the best way to get rid of a craving? Or so they say.”

“You sound like you’re still trying to convince yourself of it.”

It was then that you noticed just how close you were now standing. You even had to tilt your head back slightly to keep eye contact with him, your chests nearly touching. Tension crackled like a live wire between you, but neither of you moved. 

You let out a soft hum of amusement, one of the corners of your lips curling up in a smirk.

“Let me know if you ever decide.”

————————

In the end, you hadn’t been lying. You would do as you were told, and Doctor Chilton had specifically said you would not be a part of the staged escape. No distractions, this is where the real game begins. 

You weren’t filled in on the details of the whole plan, but you had a feeling that it wouldn’t matter anyway. They could plan all they wanted, but that didn’t mean things would play out as intended.

You didn’t even bother pointing this out to Doctor Chilton, as he wouldn’t have listened anyway. He’d already sealed his fate a long time ago.

You'd been allowed inside Hannibal’s cell while guards prepared him for transport, strapping him into a straightjacket and then securing him on a large hand truck. You waved away the guard that was about to put the anti-bite mask on him and took over instead.

There was a strange intimacy to it, your fingers gentle as they could be as you worked the straps behind his head. Almost imperceptibly, his head leaned towards your touch. You couldn’t see it, but he closed his eyes in bliss.

You weren’t able to say much, but you didn’t need to. Your eyes were mostly enough to communicate, and he didn’t really pay attention to anyone else in the room.

One of the guards nodded at you as a sign that they were ready to go. You dipped your chin in acknowledgement, allowed only a moment longer to say goodbye.

“We had a nice time, didn’t we?” You said softly, your knuckles touching his arm.

He turned his head and looked straight into your eyes, pinning you in place. Underneath his mask, you swore he was smiling.

 His voice was barely above a whisper as he said, “You don’t think I’d get rid of you so easily, do you?” 

You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say — how to feel. But before you could even try to figure it out, the guards started wheeling him out of the room. 

——————————————-

A sound somewhere in your apartment dragged you out of sleep. Groggily, you lifted your head, listening intently. It sounded like a light thump, as if something had fallen, but you couldn’t be sure. 

It was silent, but it was a charged sort of silence, as if something – or someone – was filling it. You knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep with that feeling making your skin crawl. Slowly, you sat up, eyes straining to see in the dark.

You waited for a few more heartbeats before even thinking about moving. You pushed the covers aside and stood up, anxious about checking that nothing was amiss…

Then, that one loose floorboard right outside your door creaked loudly, and your stomach dropped. You definitely were not alone, and there was nowhere to run. The room seemed to grow significantly colder, the darkness pressing in.

A ragged sound escaped your throat as the doorknob slowly started to move from side to side. You quickly looked around for something that might serve as a weapon, fright making your survival instincts kick in. Nothing seemed exactly useful, but you settled for your bedside lamp, tightly clutching it with both hands.

If you were going to die, you would at least put up a fight first. 

The door started to open on silent hinges, slow and dreadful, as if whoever was on the other side was savoring the moment. Finally, a tall, shadowed figure was revealed. But of course, it wasn’t just any figure, and even though his features were not visible, you recognized him by the way he filled the door frame. 

Blood pounded fiercely in your ears as a confusing amalgamation of emotions washed over you. It was no real surprise that he had shown up to keep his promise, but you found you still hadn’t been quite prepared for it. 

It had been only a few days since his escape, and you had barely spent a minute alone. At work, of course, you were protected, but your apartment was also being monitored by police around the clock. 

You kept your head down and tried your best to lay low, miserable at being the center of constant attention. You weren’t dumb enough to believe they were just keeping an eye out for Hannibal. Doctor Chilton had made sure of that.

But you knew none of it would be enough to deter Hannibal. In fact, you were willing to bet he only found the obstacle amusing, especially with how easy it’d been to overcome it.

He had counted on Frederick’s arrogance, believing he could catch him again. He would never learn, and if it wasn’t so pathetic, it would almost be funny. 

“Hello,” he whispered, not wanting to alert anyone else of his presence.

“Hannibal,” you breathed, for once stunned enough to not know what else to say. 

“Did you miss me?”

“I have been waiting for you,” you said, not answering the question directly.

He could smell your fear, but he knew it was waning by how faint it was. Your heart was still racing, but you could think more rationally now, aware that you had to maneuver the situation carefully. 

He took a step closer, his eyes flicking to the lamp you were still clutching. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “You know that, right?”

You hesitated for the barest second before nodding. Then you remembered he could probably not see you very well in the dark. 

“I know,” you said with as much certainty as you could muster, slowly setting down the lamp. “How did you…?”

“I have my ways.” He shrugged casually. “I’ve been making some arrangements for us.”

“Us? What kind of arrangements?”

He took another step forward, almost within arms reach.

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough before.”

“You never said anything about running away together.”

“I think we can both agree some spontaneity is good to keep the spark alive.”

You stared at him for a moment, teetering on the edge between dread and… something else. Elation, maybe?

 Though daunting — and incredibly foolish — it was a very tempting proposition. Or it would be, if it was a proposition at all. The way he phrased it made it seem otherwise.

But if you thought about it… Did you really want to return to Baltimore State? To the life you used to live?

All you’d done was passively cruise by day to day, no end in sight. Pacing those liminal corridors that seemed to mirror each other, the sterile air cloying your lungs, numbing you. 

And that wasn’t to mention the obvious — your superior. Having Doctor Chilton’s interest had been a double edged sword all along, but you had been willing to take that risk as long as Hannibal was around.

So, no, going back would be no life at all. Here, Hannibal was not just offering you a new start, but also one last fuck you to your mutual foe. He would be utterly ruined after this, his credibility totally gone.

Still, you couldn’t make it too easy for Hannibal, not at this point of the game, so close to the finish line.

“I think I need some more time to make up my mind,” you said, stepping forward and meeting him halfway.

He glanced at the window. “We have a couple of hours before the sunrise.”

“Should be more than enough for you to convince me… If you can do so quietly.”

You almost shuddered as his hands came to rest on your hips, the sudden touch pleasantly surprising you. Your hands, in turn, slid up his chest. For a moment, it was strange not to feel the rough material of his prison jumpsuit, now replaced with a cotton shirt.

He let out a long exhale as you tilted your head back to look up at his face. “It has been torture, not being able to touch you.”

“You poor little lovesick puppy,” you teased, sliding a hand to the back of his neck as you went on your tiptoes. “Show me how much you wanted it.”

He kissed you without hesitation, but your lips battled his for dominance immediately. The only sounds in the room were your harsh breaths and the obscene tangling of your tongues. 

You pulled back only to tug your shirt off, tossing it on the bed. As you kissed him once more, you pushed the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Then his skin was against yours, warm and intoxicating. You brought his hands to your breasts and he let out a small, desirous sound. 

You shushed him gently, letting him feel you as you reached down to undo his pants. His touch was more hesitant there, almost reverent. He’d tried to envision what might be under your uniform many times, but he had not been prepared for the real thing. It was a shame the darkness didn’t let him see every detail, but there would be time enough for that. 

Just as you were reaching into his briefs, he stopped you, holding your wrist with one hand. 

“You’ve had your turn,” he whispered. “Now it’s mine.”

“Take them off, then,” you said, referring to your panties. 

Before you could react, he pressed you against him, grasping the thin fabric behind your back and effectively ripping it apart. You tensed slightly at the small display of strength, both titillated and a little intimidated. He could smell the influx of arousal, tinged faintly with fear. It was a narcotic combination that he could barely resist, but he held onto his self control.

Once you were totally bare, he was unsure of where to start. He wanted to taste you all over, let his tongue find all the sensitive spots that would have you shaking. He wanted your cool mask of composure to slip, finally revealing what was underneath. He’d gotten a few glimpses already, but it only made him want more.

He lay you back on the bed gently, pulling your hips towards the edge. He kissed his way down your body, sporadically using his teeth to keep you on edge, too. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy his eager attention, arching your back as he tongued your nipples into hard peaks. 

His mouth trailed lower, and even lower still. The first long swipe of his tongue over your clit surprised you, involuntarily letting out a choked sound and immediately covering your mouth with one hand. 

His shoulders shook as he chuckled silently. “I thought you said we had to be quiet.”

You glared at him in warning, pushing his head back down. “Too much talking, not enough convincing.”

Unfortunately for you, he took that small crack in your self control as a challenge. He was relentless but methodical, holding your legs apart so you could not squirm away from him. You bit your fist to keep from making any more sounds, your free hand buried in his hair. 

Your hips rocked wantonly against his face, his tongue sliding easily through your folds with each movement. Your grip on his hair tightened as your pleasure began to intensify, your legs struggling against his hands. 

And then, right when you were on the brink, he pulled back to let a string of saliva fall onto your cunt. You were about to protest in outrage, lifting your head to look at him, but he pushed two fingers inside of you. You clenched around them as he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, all words of scorn vanishing from your mind. 

Both digits curled upwards, touching a very specific spot… and suddenly, you were coming hard, a pitiful whimper in your throat. You rode it all the way through, almost to the point of nearing a second orgasm. His teeth grazed your inner thigh, the sting making you clench around his fingers even harder. 

He smiled like the cat that got the cream and you pushed at his head, overstimulated. 

He stood up to take his pants off, intent on prowling on top of you. You could see the proud silhouette of his hard cock in the semi darkness, your eyes having adjusted enough to see him a little better. 

You remembered the feel of velvety soft skin there as you watched him grip himself, stroking slowly, tantalizingly even. As you looked into his eyes, you could tell he was thinking of the same thing, and he was growing more worked up because of it.

But when he started to move, you placed a foot on his abdomen to stop him, shaking your head. 

“Get on the ground,” you panted. “The bed will creak too much.”

He did as told and you slid off the bed. You pushed him onto his back, eyes flicking down to his erection resting on his lower abdomen. You felt a rush of power seeing him there, as if at your mercy, but you were still aware that the scales could tip over at any given moment.

“My turn again,” you said with a devious grin, holding his gaze as you spat on the palm of your hand. 

You slicked it all over his length as you straddled his hips. You held it with one hand and lined the slick tip with your entrance, slowly sinking down on it. His mouth fell open with pleasure as you reached the base, his hands grasping your hips. You placed your hands on his chest as leverage and started to move at a torturously slow pace, barely at all. 

“Did you miss me?” you purred his earlier words back at him, leaning forward to loom over him. 

He nodded quickly, his hips bucking slightly to meet your gyrations. “Every moment.”

You huffed with amusement. “How cute.”

Experimentally, you slightly picked up the pace, making sure the floor wouldn’t creak. With a little more confidence, you leaned back and found a steady rhythm.

 He palmed your breasts with one hand as they bounced a little with each rise and fall of your hips. The stretch of him inside you at that angle was almost too much, but you’d always liked that thin line between pain and pleasure.  

Unable to stand being idle, he sat up, strong arms enveloping you. His legs spread in order to find a better angle to thrust upwards, and he pressed you against him to kiss you.  

He set the pace then, going deep but not too fast, dragging your body down to meet his thrusts. Your lips were locked on his for a moment as you tried not to moan, fingers burying in his hair once more. 

“You don’t play very fair,” you murmured, making him chuckle. 

“Neither do you.”

Boldly, without even thinking about it, you brought your hand down to curl your fingers around his neck. You felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, but he grinned deviously. His thrusts turned harsher then, barely leaving room for you to process any more thoughts. 

Your fingers squeezed a little harder as your cunt began to clench around his cock. There was a low sound in this throat as you felt him twitch inside of you. At that point, both of you were mindlessly chasing release, though still careful to stay relatively quiet. 

Right before you came, his whole body tensed as he held you down, and you felt heat flood inside of you. That tipped you over the edge, and it was effectively a point of no return for you, the last piece to seal the deal. As he held you through it, kissing your neck as you let go of his, you considered yourself thoroughly convinced.

You stayed like that during the comedown, but pulled back slightly until you were nose to nose. You shared breath for a few moments, foreheads touching, and you found yourself feeling something more than just curiosity or hunger. 

“Suppose I won’t have any time to pack, will I?” You said between pants. 

He shook his head. “We’ll get you all new things for your new life. Our new life.”

“Where are you going to take me?”

“I won’t ruin the surprise. All that matters is that it’s far away from here.”

A smile slowly spread across your face, one of the most genuine gestures you had ever shown him. He returned it with equal sincerity, pleasantly surprised.

“Well, I like the sound of that,” you said. “But first we have to figure out how to sneak out of here.”

“Leave that to me, I’ll take care of us.”

-------------

THE END.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

(If this was asked before, I swear to god.) FullCompany (NUziVJ) Headcannons?

aaaaaaaaa time to write once more- i missed being able to type away like the lil shit i am-

anyhow- okay lets see- gonna add some things here- tbh my ideas was mostly for Jenvy ideas mainly- but i guess ill fit Uzi in there lol

Some JeNVUzi HCs:

[once again- Drone au only, and maybe minor suggestive content but not nsfw]

The polycule is essentially formed around Uzi pulling them back together-

J's original reason for siding with Cyn which was rooted in fear- was on the basis that she still had her team on her side so she could keep them safe and so theyd have eachother to rely on even after Cyn destroys everything. she did not however, account for Uzi coming along and messing everything up and ruining her team's alignment while she was "dead".

the entire reason J tried to kill N or V at any time was cuz she knew a clone of them would be sent back anyway- she has basically become desensitized towards death in general given she had also died around 12 times herself [canon]- V and N try to help her through this- during which they also deal with Vs behavior and Ns trauma too.

to communicate with J they often had to spar with her- seeing as she hated talking about feelings- but this became their own thing they all did afterwards to unwind and communicate- as J opened up a lot easier after feeling like she was reached out to.

Uzi and J bond over anime and gaming- the latter being somewhere J could actually use her anger on more effectively XD

they all like reading books every now and then where one would read and the others snuggle or cuddle- they take turns. [this is from their manor days]

J is... unable to emote or show emotion easily and it eats her alive. she can't show the appropriate needed emotion to the mood of the room and it makes her have breakdowns- occasionally throw up- as though you are desperately trying to cry but the tears wont come so you try heaving it out- make yourself fit in and look normal by trying to FEEL something- but she cant. J is a dated business model drone- custom made for office work- she was made to be this way- Cyn didn't change her- and she grows to hate herself for it. so when a situation happens that she doesn't know how to react, she leaves or hides- until N,V or Uzi find her- usually disassociating or somewhat catatonic.

Uzi occasionally feels out of place with the group, as though she's just being a literal 4th wheel, since they have history together. the others try to show her that she is important to them each in their own ways-

addressing the elephant in the room- yes, it took a long time for N and J to come to terms with eachother- J eventually accepting that her original reason for hating N [him being better than her or preferred over her esp by Tessa] wasn't important anymore- and tries to appreciate him and V and Uzi more in whatever is left of her life.

make no mistake V and J are still very much bitchy on a surface level- just cuz they are all growing close does not mean they are all now lovey dovey with eachother or sweet and character-redemption-ed with everyone around them. therefore: "playful catfights" >:3 !

V and Uzi tease J alot- this is one of the reasons why J found more comfort with N- not gonna tell him to his face tho lol.

J teaches N to draw better and they bond over that alot-

Uzi and J like attention alot- and they wanna get it by being as wordless as possible- very cat coded.

Uzi, V and N like to drag J into doing more normal things that have less to do with work. so far J has mostly shown some interest in writing and maybe poetry but she WILL shoot your head off if you try to read her stuff-

J's first kiss was with Uzi- N and V having kissed once back at the manor being eachothers first kiss. J thinks V kisses the best tho lol.

N and V like to cuddle a lot- J and Uzi are usually dependent on mood-

V likes to bite- J likes to be bitten, N and Uzi like both- :3

J likes playing with N and Uzi's fluffy hair. V only lets N touch her hair.

during intimate cuddles- J has passed out the most lol. Uzi following a close second lol-

Uzi and J yap alot about tech work-

hmm this is all i can think about for NOW-

:"3

[luffyvace]

Hello there hope your doing super well ~ . As request are currently open could I please headcanons with law ,sanji, zoro. +feel free to add characters. With a s/O thats super sweet to everyone almost too sweet. Also cute. But some choice to take avngenre of y/n kinddess. And once y/N found out that is all fake. They become like a sad puppy. All sad.

Thanks for your work.💙💜

I’m doing wonderful dear anon<3 thank you for asking! Oh my I’ve never written for law, I don’t know much about him because I’m still at the impel down arc in the anime soo I hope sanji and zoro will be alright~ :)

y/n sounds so sweet! They must be protected!! (Also you used s/o and y/n so I will too, in this case no pronouns will be used ♥︎)

enjoy your hcs love! And thank you for your request! (may be a bit ooc for zoro?)

RORONOA ZORO ⚔️🗡

Zoro and a cute and sweet reader!~

what an adorable oxymoron<3

you love to cuddle and curl up on top of him when he’s sleeping

He’s a big guy so he’s sure to provide warmth

zoro doesn’t get your need to help others and being so kind to people

or how helping others makes you happy

but zoro is emotionally strong—maybe not intelligent but strong

so he knows when to draw the line for you if your accidentally being overly helpful

or if your tiring yourself out/overextending yourself

he brings a sense of balance to you in that aspect

the fact that he can do that for you is comforting and makes you feel protected

which Zoro is protective of you because of how naive you are

Zoro is very wary of strangers for you

your too sweet and assume that person is just having a bad day or that’s they’re natural face

but behind you is your big scary dog (zoro) who is glaring daggers at the person he knows actually has an evil intent towards you

Zoro is there most of the time so he doesn’t let people take advantage of you

but the times he isn’t around?

once he finds out he gonna slice that person into dice and make them return whatever they had you get them, etc

he doesn’t it like it at all and can immediately tell when someone is trying to get over on you

After the situation is handled he drags you away (getting you two lost) and says

“Seriously! You needa be more careful y/n!”

he doesn’t really notice how down you are for a while

until he turns around to ask you something and you sorta have this sad puppy look on your face

”what’s wrong with you?”

he’s not gentle about it or anything but he does care

when you tell him it’s because your sad that everyone your kind to betrays you his protectiveness heightens

”what do you wanna impress those people for when you have the world's greatest swordsman..”

he kinda muttered it to himself

but you heard and immediately perked up

you clang onto his arm and walked all the way back to the sunny like that

(might I mention it took a while since Zoro was leading..you knew the way but you decided to just let him 🤦‍♀️😂💗)

Zoro overall does appreciate what you do for him and the crew tho

how you count his push-ups and bring him the drinks/food you asked sanji to make him

it doesn’t go unnoticed so don’t worry :)

as far as y/n being cute he doesn’t notice every time

or have a big reaction when he does

he only blushes a little sometimes, again, when he notices

it’s easier to make him bashful than it is to make him blush with a cute face/smile

He does think your innocence is a bit cute tho!

…..along with naive, but still cute!

”seriously..how come your always getting yourself into trouble” (he blushes a little and turns his face away, pouting slightly)

VINSMOKE SANJI🧑‍🍳

Sanji x such a sweetheart reader is practically meant to be!!

Your both equally sweet and serving

especially sanji since he was raised in an environment where he had to serve people

you guys always insist on helping each other

your love languages are most definitely acts of service and quality time

you two do each other favors all day

”let me help you!”

”no I’ve got it sit down, relax!”

that conversation goes both ways between the two of you multiple times a day

Sanji loves to cook for you so ask him any time of day!

he never has a problem with it and wants to do it actually!

You two are equally emotional people and probably empathic

you guys feel for other people so you feel the urge to help those in need

your weakness is being too kind and his is being too much of a gentleman

you guys are actually really similar in a sense

which you all don’t mind because you can relate to each other

sanji however knows when to take a break

not to say that you don’t but you just tend to overwork yourself for other people’s sake

to which sanji puts a stop to :)

he runs you hot baths, massages your shoulders and washes your hair

You do the same for him since you’d feel bad if you didn’t

he very much appreciates this

its not every day someone takes care of him

you guys then eat the delicious hot meal he prepared and snuggle up, falling asleep together

You guys also take the chance for vacation every time you see one

Pirates have to be prepared for the worst of adventures on every island

so as soon as you see the opportunity to relax you two leap to have a fun beach day

sanji is absolutely a SIMP for how cute you are

he is SO fond over you and is always gushing and bragging (to zoro) how cute his s/o is

like literally he doesn’t shut up about how adorable you are!

a cute lady with a sweet personality??

yes please.

He definitely warns you after the first few times he sees you getting taken advantage of

it’s a sweet and gentle chat about the dangers in the world and how you can’t trust everyone

even if you don’t trust them! set boundaries and don’t let them walk all over you!

if you feel too many bad people are around don’t give them the benefit of the doubt! find a straw hat and stick with them!!

”y/n-Chan you’ve gotta use your discernment to see who is being mean and who is worthy to trust..!”

like yes some strangers are kind but some will see how sweet you are and use that against you!

absolutely does not let a man take advantage of you and will immediately kick him away

with a women tho he will probably go get robin or nami

maybe even simply take you away and let it go if it’s just a regular woman

but if it’s a pirate who’s trying to back you into a corner yeah he’s for sure getting the straw hat girls

he will offer himself instead and tell you to go get someone from back on the merry/sunny

Or maybe if you can fight he’ll root for you!

not that he likes that fact that another woman is being hurt in the process..

but if he has to choose between his woman and another one that was disrespecting his woman??

”GO MY BEAUTIFUL Y/N-CHWAAAAAN!!!”

as for sad puppy y/n he notices right away and immediately does whatever he can to cheer you up again

he bakes you sweets, runs you a bath, makes you drinks, makes you laugh, buys you whatever you want just to see you smile

and again if it was a guy who did this to you he’s 100% getting the boot 💥💥

your sure to cheer up soon with all that sanji does for you

especially with his warm cuddles n kissses ♡

thank you once again for your requests my love! Today is a very busy day..I have a lot to get out.. 😅

Overall I hope you enjoyed your hcs!

[lokorum]

Your art so surreal, did you take inspiration from African masks it’s amazing. You have probably gotten this question before but what’s your process and how do plan these beautiful pieces out. I am a beginner artist and would like some advice on how start doing digital painting.

thank you for bringing me back from the dead with your kindness, (i was so sad today ughhhh i think watching vampire diaries starting to affect me hjkhjk), i really, really deeply thankful that you spend your time to write something so sweet (also sorry it took me literally ages to reply phphp THE USUAL)

yeah, in buryatia shamanism like the big thing, so when i went to search what's out there in the masks department - google's mess of the results for once was helpful and showed this massive collection of beautiful african masks. the one that was inspo for tiisha lived in my head rent free for weeks before the character was even born phphph now i cant even imagine her without it 

(here is little tiisha for you before i'll proceed to be not helpfull phphphph)

oof advices are not my strong side , like..........my process mostly is just sleep through the whole thing i guess..........................i very rarely do sketches, i hate study anatomy and perspective, drawing cubes makes me physically sick etc etc my approach to drawing were "fuck around and find out", always about chill and fun and barely ever about learning. imho thats why im so shitty at drawing simple things but not bad at coloring. so yeah, my biggest advice always and forever will be - be gentle to yourself, please

digital or traditional or whatever else is out there, dont forget you make it for yourself and for yourself only okay? it supposed to be fun, not sad tiring and competitive 

advices for digital specifically tho - very objective, apply with caution

learn all the keyboard shortcuts, ideally to press them without thinking 

explore more instruments than just brush. it will be tedious and sometimes feel like a chore so mb pick one victim once a month and browse youtube for a stuff like SECRET ULTIMATE TIPS ABOUT MAGIC WAND TOOL THAT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE (they indeed will save your life) 

check if your drawing program has artboards - turning it on will give you more freedom over canvas positioning  and your refs will always be there and not in the separate window 

idk about others but using auto tone, auto contrast and auto color often gives me well needed perspective on what im doing 

in 99% cases be sure that you can reanimate even the most messiest artpiece you ever did. working in digital gives you the chance to mess with shapes, colors and perspective at any time so if you dont want to gave up on something - you absolutely didnt have to

from time to time while you are still learning - go out there in the wilds and search for the new brushes. tweak with them if you want. i have like ~500 and i use 6 max, but those 6 i found by at some point trying to draw with all of the 500

MADE. BACK UPS. and i mean not like save layers just in case before merging them (tho that's too will help) no, i mean click SAVE AS once an hour and create A NEW FILE. PLEASE. i lost so much stuff to sudden power outage. its never pretty and you loosing will to work for days

watch at least one tutorial about the whole rgb srgb and cmyk thing - i did, understood not a thing, but at least im not playing dora the explorer with my colors after the export now 

uh idk think thats it? tried to think about those that id hope i knew when i started so hopefully something will help 

have fun with your drawings!! 

[followmybadreligion]

"Sweet"

hyunjin x reader! triggers: toxic behaviors/unhealthy relationship ideals/co-dependency

"it's so sweet, knowin that you love me."

-

“You know,” he sighed, breaking the long silence that had settled between the two of you, “I think you’re one of my favorite people.” 

His nose was bright red, similar to his cheeks, which adorned the hue from one apple to the other. A black beanie sat atop his head, covering his black, wavy strands and protecting any more of his body from the chill that hung in the air. He looked so cute to you like this— cold and shivering, clinging to his, or your, black and white sweater for warmth. 

You smiled at his words, shifting your head towards the boy who’d now come a bit closer to you. Your shoulders brushed as he inched further on, eyes fixated on the stars as he spoke. 

“You mean that?” You teased, eyes glossing over the side of his face, hanging on every mole that adorned his skin. “Or are you just running your mouth?” 

This time he smiled and shook his head a bit, blowing out a breath, illustrated by faint, white smoke that wafted through the air. 

“I mean it, baby.” 

The way he said it made your heart flutter. Tinder and soft, like a ray of golden sun shining through the window in the morning, welcoming you to another peaceful day. To him, you were always his baby. On the easy days and the hard ones, when you got along and when you didn’t— you were always his baby. 

“I go to bed thinking of you.” His gaze now shifted from the stars to you, only from the corner of his eye. “Last night, I thought about that conversation we’d had a while back.” 

You stood still, racking your brain for which conversation he meant. He chuckled a bit, taking in your puzzled expression before continuing. 

“We were sitting in my dad’s truck that night I picked you up from your friend’s house.” 

Your lips parted, drawing another breath as you leaned into his firm body and began to think. He’d picked you up several times, but the instance he was mentioning stuck out like a sore thumb and made you cringe into yourself a bit. 

“Yeah, I remember that night.” You replied, looking down towards your interlocking fingers that pulled and rubbed against one another. “I almost didn’t call you.” 

“I know.” He quipped, and you could tell from how his lips curled into a frown that the memory still bothered him. “I’m glad that you did, though.” 

A cold gust of wind blew past, drawing a squeal from you as you took in the jarring sensation. He smiled again at your cute noise, shaking his head as he pulled you towards him with a simple, “Come here, my girl.” 

You now rested your head against his chest, nuzzling yourself into the soft, cotton fabric of his sweater. His strong arms wrapped around you, not tightly, but securely, surrounding you in his soothing scent. To you, he smelled like a mix of vanilla and cinnamon, which calmed you down with just a few inhales. 

He remained silent for a few beats, apart from his breathing, and you could tell, even with your eyes closed, that he’d taken a few seconds to admire you. He did that same thing every time he held you— craning his neck down to fully take you in, all wrapped up in him, just as you were meant to be. 

“You always look the prettiest to me like that,” He’d told you before with a twinkle in his eye that did all the convincing. 

You sniffed, trying desperately to adjust to the cold to no avail.  

“We can get back in the car, you know?” He finally said, breaking the silence once again. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying desperately to give you the extra warmth your hoodie wasn’t. 

“Nooo…” You whined, drawing back to meet his gaze, “I’m okay. I just wanna keep talking to you right now.” 

You pressed your head back into him, eyes closed as you waited for him to continue. 

“Okay,” He whispered, drawing in a deep breath as he tried to recall where he’d left off. 

“That night…” He started, clamping his eyes shut as the memory filled his mind again. “That night I thought it was over…between us.” 

“We’d been fighting so much over such stupid shit. The stupidest fucking things,” He chuckled a bit, cutting himself off. You smiled into him, recalling just how tense the atmosphere had been over what now seemed like such little issues. Why’d you leave me on read? Why didn’t you kiss me this morning? Why can’t you come to see me tomorrow? Such small, petty things. 

“That morning, I think we’d both just reached our boiling points. I mean, we’d seen each other every day consecutively for a week, and we’d managed to have the same fight every one of them.” His tone was still soft and gentle, but you could sense the somberness bleed into his words as he played the day through his mind. 

“So when you left, I sort of expected it.” Even though he said it as calmly as he could, you could still hear the hurt within the sentence. 

A heavy feeling began to fill your body as you sank further into that day, recalling all the emotions you were feeling at that moment. You remembered feeling angry at him and his, as it seemed to you, withdrawn attitude. You felt upset at his lack of communication. You felt sad at how stressed and drained he looked— and even more so when you realized how much you’d contributed to that. Most of all though, you felt desperate. Desperate to get out of this—whatever it was— and go back to how you’d known things to be: sweet. 

“I know…” He hesitated, looking down at you once again. “I know that a good amount of it was my fault.” 

“I always shut you out whenever you tried to talk. I always made you feel like you were doing too much but at the same time not enough. I always overlooked your efforts to fix things…”

Your arms grew impossibly tighter around his torso, and you pressed your head deeper into his chest, now able to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Part of you hoped that if you listened long enough, you’d become one with sound— one with the rhythm. That way, you’d be a part of him, and he’d have no choice but to accept that. 

“I pushed you away…I wasn’t aware at the time, but I know now what I was trying to do. I guess I thought it’d be easier that way.” 

He smiled a small, subtle smile, tilting his head back as he took in all the stars. “God, I was so fucking stupid.” 

“It’s like the second you weren’t there, I started to miss you, baby. I’d spent so much time thinking that if I could get some space from you, I’d feel better.”

Your eyes clamped shut as your heart squeezed at his words. You understood his need for space, but you were still hurt hearing him say things like that, especially when that wasn’t a sentiment you shared. If it were up to you, you’d spend all your time with him— as long as he’d let you. 

“But it didn’t. If anything, it made me feel worse. I kept thinking about all that we could’ve been doing together had I just talked to you more.” 

 “It’s so crazy to me, that feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about anyone else.” 

“Felt how?” You quipped, opening your eyes and looking up towards him. 

He wore two silver, interlinking chains that stopped just a few centimeters past his neckline and hung in your face. One of the chains adorned a star pendant, carved to have two sharp end points and two dull side points. The other chain hung a bit lower than the first and sported a small pendant of cursive letters spelling out your name. Your hand instinctively moved up to grab at the second of the two, and you traced over each letter of your name over and over. 

“It’s so hard to explain,” He replied, eyes still fixated on the stars above. From your view now, you could see the tears lining his lash line, threatening to spill over as he continued to speak, even though they weren’t evident in his voice. “It’s like this fucking…emptiness, you know?”

“When I’m with you, I feel like there’s never a single part of me that’s missing. And the second you weren’t there, it just…I don’t know.” 

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed for the first time in a minute, which gave him a second to compose himself. 

“I tried to go about the day as normal. I washed the dishes. I did some laundry. I tried to keep busy, but everything just felt so pointless without you there. I missed hearing your laughing and giggling while we made lunch together or your little stories and rants about your day while we studied. I missed you so much and you hadn’t even been done for that long.” 

“Awh, baby,” You started, drawing back from him a bit and raising your hands to cup his face in your hands. He drew his face down towards yours, locking eyes with you for the first time in a while. You could see the tears trailing down his face now, curving at his jawline and running towards his neck. The sight just broke your heart, and you immediately moved your thumbs to wipe them away. 

“I’ve never felt that feeling I felt that day. Not for anyone or anything else, and that scares the fuck out of me. As independent as I’d always been, I realized that day that I truly needed you…not just wanted you.” 

He was sniffling more now, and you started to become hyperaware of how cold it was out. Your hands began to rub at his face once more, wiping away tears as they fell. 

“I waited for you to call,” he sighed, “but, after the fifth or sixth hour, I started to think that you wouldn’t.”

He full-on sobbed now, and the sight tore you up. 

“I think it was about 10 o’clock that night when I heard from you again.” He attempted to get himself together, bringing his hands up to wipe at his face over your hands, but after a few tries, he gave up and interlaced his hands over your own, allowing his tears to rush over them both. 

“You’d asked me to come and get you, and told me that you needed to talk to me,” another sob racked through his body, silencing all of his words. 

Tears began to fill your eyes now, threatening to spill with every cry you heard from your boy. You knew that you had to keep it together for him, but it was so hard when he was hurting like this. 

“I thought that you were going to end things and I genuinely didn’t know what I was going to do.” 

He drew in sharp, quick breaths now, as he fought against the rush of new tears that threatened to choke him up. 

The wind picked up once again, this time only feeling like a gentle breeze that provided him with the air he so desperately needed. 

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever driven that fast.” He laughed out through his tears. “And I didn’t even ask my dad for his car, either” 

You smiled at his little joke, but your eyes were still full of water and worry— that you knew. The way he looked right now— so torn and upset— weighed so heavily on your heart.  

“And when you got in,” He continued, flicking his eyes open to look at you again, “You looked so worn still, and I remember feeling so confused. I thought you would’ve been happy to get some time away.” 

You began to shake your head, remembering how miserable that had been for you as well. You’d tried to distract yourself from him, doing some work, going for a drive, cleaning up your house. At some point, you even called up your friends and made plans, but after an hour or two of being with them, you only felt worse. 

“I just remember waiting for you to go off. Maybe scream and yell at me, or tell me how much you hated me and how you wanted to break up.” 

“But,” He paused, taking a second to rub his thumb over your hands which remained pressed against his cheeks, “none of that ever came.”

“No, instead…” He began to smile, tears beginning to slow, “Instead…you asked me to hold you.” 

“And you did,” You said, giggling a bit as you recalled how fast he wrapped you in his arms. 

“Of course I did. How could I not?” 

You chuckled at that, replaying the memory in your head of that embrace. The two of you, arms wrapped around one another in the front seat of his dad’s car, squeezing each other for dear life and crying your eyes out. 

“The way you talked to me in that moment,” He started again, “All the things you said, even when I was being so difficult. How you repeated how much you loved me, and how you understood how scared I was, and how you were going to try no matter how much I pushed you away…” 

He trailed off once again, focusing in on your tear-stained cheeks. He moved his hands from atop your own, and placed them directly onto your cheeks, mirroring you and your earlier motions. His hands were cold, much like yours, but you still felt warm from his sweet, love-filled gesture. 

“All that went to show why I love you so much. To show why you’re my favorite person. My baby.”

“You’ve shown me so much love, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I hurt you.” 

Now, you were the one sobbing. 

“Please don’t cry, sweet girl.” He cooed, “I love everything about you, and I’m sorry I haven’t always shown you.” 

More sobs racked through your body as the once heavy, uncomfortable feeling that rested in your heart center began to shift to something lighter. Even though you’d never doubted his love, there was something about the way he was saying it now that felt so…sweet. 

His hands shifted down to your waist, and he used his new spot to pull you back in. Your head remained lowered as you cried, even with his soft pleas to get you to look at him. You felt so embarrassed for breaking down like you were that you couldn’t face him. Not after all he’d just said. 

He brought his left hand up to rest on your chin, pulling your head up towards him so he could take in your tear-stained beauty. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but the feeling quickly dissipated as you saw all the love that dripped from his irises. 

After a few seconds, he began to place kisses against you. He started at your forehead, placing his lips right in the center and holding them there for a few seconds before he pulled away, whispering a sweet “I love you.” Then, he placed one against your cheek, with another “I love you.” Then, one against your chin. Then, one against your temple. Then some against your neck, and before you knew it, he’d kissed you all over. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I forgive you.” You finally spoke, voice hoarse and strained, “I’ll always forgive you.” 

He shook his head, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. You were so close that you could feel his breath fan over your lips, and you so desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but you were halted by his stare. 

“You shouldn’t have to. You should’ve never had to.” 

Your eyes bore into his now, and you felt yourself inching your face closer to his the more he spoke. 

His eyes shifted down to your lips, tracing the outline of them as he continued, “You’ll never have to again.” 

With that, he closed the little space between you two, locking your lips together in one of the most surreal kisses you’ve ever shared. His lips moved against yours in such a familiar rhythm that you immediately began to relax into him as his hands found purchase at the spots he knew you liked— one against your cheek and the other at your waist. 

Another gust of wind blew past the two of you, whipping at your tear-stained cheeks in a way that did little to hinder the warmth you felt right now. 

You slowly pulled away, hovering against his lips and brushing over them with your own. 

“I love you so, so much, Hyunjin.” You whispered. 

‘I love you so much more, baby.” 

Sweet. 

-

A/N: hey guys. it's been a while since I've written, so i thought i'd come here with a little imagine about my favorite boy. i hope you all enjoyed!

-m'k

[ladyelissarose]

Hello there I saw you accepted request so I thought about a somewhat nsfw headcanon of hobie with a tattoo artist partner. And like they’re giving him a tattoo and after that there is some “aftercare”.

Anyways wish you the best of luck with this idea and I love you work <3

Hobie Brown ‘Spider-Punk’ x female tattoo artist reader

Warnings: NSFW HC! 18, fluff :)

Author’s note: Thank you for your sweet words @brainrottsworld I appreciate them entirely Here is this HC for you, I hope I did it right, this will be my first one. Have a great day :) enjoy ;)🤍

SFW Part-

•To put it simply on how this relationship started, any kind of piercing Hobie had, you gave it to him. And every time he came back for a new one, you more than gladly skimmed your fingers over where he wanted it, then carefully added the new gem.

•Hobie was your favorite customer, he was mostly kind with a little bit of a sass here and there, overly sarcastic as hell- but he only used it towards others around you, to see you laugh. Your smile was the best part of his time being there at your tattoo shop.

•Soon he started coming by for more, but in the end he’d mostly sit there on top of your little counter and you two would just chat about life and what you believed in. Every word of his you drank in and couldn’t find any reason of why not to like him. He made you feel seen and understood, plus- you two shared the same thoughts about the government and all.

•What turned into ‘supposed appointments’ soon became he would just come by and be at your shop all day. You wouldn’t mind tho, you actually missed him when he couldn’t come sometimes. He always said his ‘work’ had crazy hours.

•Sometimes he’d come back late with new cuts and scratches, and you’d use your equipment there to clean and patch him up, that’s how you two started coming closer. He never told you how he got them, but he only mentioned that it was the government’s fault.

•Soon Hobie found an excuse to let his hands wander on you as you took care of him (he said it helped distract him from the pain) but he loved to color in your tattoos and give you ideas of where to put a new one. His fingers tracing his imaginary designs always lingered on you longe than they should’ve.

•After that day you two got even closer- and what marked the seal was when you kissed him. He had his face practically in yours that day as he pretended go draw a design on your cheek, so you took the shot and closed the small gap he left.

•There was no room for you to doubt he didn’t feel the way you did, or wanted the same.. for after that, all he did was kiss and love on you. Protect you from weird customers that filtered with you too much to his liking (he’d kiss you in front of them to let them know)

•When work didn’t call, he was there by your side with no excuses. He even let you tattoo your name on the inside of his wrist, letting you know, that he wasn’t letting you go.

NSFW!!

•When the busy hours would turn dead, he’d be in between your legs for a while, eating you out and telling you to relax and he’d take care of the rest. He’d plant open mouthed kisses to every tattoo he passed by, saying they were all his favorite.

•He knew you loved it when he used the words like ‘doll’, ‘my puppet’, ‘love’ and shower you with adoration every time, never missing a beat. He adored the sounds you made when he’d finger you hard and make you come all over his face.

•There were times he’d sense a customer approaching, and if he was in a teasing mood, he’d leave you on the edge and have you wait till they left then he’d finish you and wipe your tears away from the overstimulation of waiting for too long.

•But there were other times he’d be dying to taste and feel you come on his face, that he’d speed up the process and go harder just so you could finish on time. Leaving your juices coated on his face and smirk at you the entire time while you did your job and he could see you trying to relax from your high.

•On his harder days at work, he’d come straight to your place, switch the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and tell you to turn around and bend over the table. He didn’t have the chance to prep you with his fingers when he’s already lining his cock with your pussy and telling you to take it.

•Hobie could easily be hard and rough, hitting all the right spots and sucking your skin on the tatts as always. He groans loudly when he’d feel you pull on his bottom lip by his rings or tug on his hair when he thrusts impossibly deeper. But you never minded, only accepted it, for you knew he needed to take off the weight of his day on you through pleasure.

•If it was in the middle of the work day, he’d push his cum back into with his fingers and help you get dressed. He almost gets hard again at the thought of his cum dripping out of your pussy as you worked and walked around showing customers the different tattoo ideas.

•On calmer days, Hobie liked to take his time with you, slow but deep strokes, not needing to say much as he loved for hearing your sweet moans and pleas for him to go faster. But he’d tell you to be patient and squeeze for him, and hold onto his shoulders or pull his hair as he rode out your highs long and softly.

•When Hobie pushes you to your absolute limit, where you’re fucked out and barely staying up, he’d close your store and walk you up the stairs to your apartment that rested above your shop and lay you down after cleaning you up. He’d never make you do more or even lift a finger if he brought you too far.

•He loved caressing your skin and rubbing away all sores or tense muscles from your love making, it did something to him to know he could bring you to that point of exhaustion. Yet he always cared for you and gave you everything you desired afterwards, cuddles, snacks, another round if you were ok with it- just anything. And he’d do it gladly.

•Asking questions as always to keep up with you was a must afterwards and during even. Hobie couldn’t live on if he knew you were hiding something from him. But thankfully so far you’ve loved everything about him and are very open about what you like that he does to you.

•One of your favorite ‘times’ with him was when he asked you to place a tattoo of his guitar right under his naval, and once it was all designed and finished, you surprised him with a blowjob right after. It was thrilling to hear his little moans and feel his cock hit the back of your throat every time he’d buck his hips.

•One of his favorite times was when he discovered you had put his name over your hip bone as he kissed you down to your pussy, you bet he didn’t let you go until you had come at least three times on his face while saying his name. That part of you became one of his pride and joys.

•Overall Hobie was a great lover and person... he gave entirely to you in every aspect, from love and safety to sex and pleasure, praising you for everything and thanking you for loving him.

•Maybe he was the quiet and off guy with others, but with you? He was a whole other person... he was himself.

[choccy-milky]

1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

[thatturtleleon]

TFP Human Hcs Pt. 2

Note: I love this scene, just look at them LMAO, also here's pt.1

Raf

so this is a bit of a newer headcanon i have of him, but i feel like he's transmasc or genderfluid

raf never really cared about gender roles and things like that, but he overheard miko talking about how she didn't mind being called a girl or a boy or whatever people wanted to call her

he asked her about it and she replied saying she knew herself better than anyone else so it didn't matter what other people thought or wanted to label her, she knew who she was and that's the important part

miko then went back to talking about monster trucks or something and raf's just *cue the mind blown emoji*

lol i love them

he definitely went as the Dr Emmett guy from back to the future or as some mad scientist character for halloween

is actually pretty ok at drawing, just doesn't enjoy it as a hobby that much

LOVES learning about cybertron and its history and everything about it

at first ratchet thought all of raf's questions were annoying but grew to appreciate his curiosity

raf prefers asking ratchet any questions he has about cybertron because optimus goes on telling a long memory/story and trails off from the original question (raf's a sweet kid tho, he listens through the whole thing), while ratchet gives more straightforward answers

dog person

Jack

him and miko have "try not to laugh" challenges (raf's the judge) and usually wins

one time however, miko did something unintentionally funny while doing the challenge and jack let out the loudest screeching laugh they've ever heard, like the type of laugh that bubbles up and explodes when you're trying to hold it in

dated sierra for a little while, then sierra came out as lesbian, they still remained good friends though

(leon try not to HC every girl as a lesbian challenge, failed.)

considered going into the medical field like his mom did but decided it wasn't for him later on

in the future he eventually got a job with the government thanks to agent fowler

goes to drive-in theaters with raf and bumblebee but always ends up falling asleep

bought a mini blue motorcycle figurine and carries it in his bag

cat and dog person

favorite song is "roll on (eighteen wheeler)" by Alabama

discovered that he and optimus had similar taste in music (country music ofc) and plays some songs in the base if it's just him

Miko

makes fun of jack for liking country music

cat person (canonly has cats i believe) but she loves dogs too, except for the crusty tiny white dogs that old people have

drew bulkhead and herself together fighting some decepticons and framed the picture for him as a gift

he cried lol

speaking of gifts, she told the bots about birthdays and all of them immediately wanted to know when all the kid's birthdays were

bulkhead and some of the others took her to a monster truck event and she had the time of her life it was amazing

actually got jack into some of the music she likes, and they like going to smaller concerts around town

she bonds with raf by getting into comics and graphic novels, they both enjoy sci-fi ones

definitely doodles all over her desk at school, especially when she's in detention

although she's VERRYY extroverted, whenever she gets a crush on someone or thinks they're pretty, she gets a little quieter/shyer; not a lot but you can tell

jams out to metal music with bulkhead (canon)

i don't remember if this is canon or not, but she has a bag with pins and stuff she's collected over the years

her bookbag has doodle marks all over it, like little stars and swirls and stuff, very much a miko bookbag

[mangooes]

Chapter 1 - My Family has alot of members!

Sung Sohee (Age 6) First Year Elementary School

Hello my name is Sung Sohee! I’m the youngest kid in my family! I’am currently 6  years old and my big brother is 7 years old! I live in a happy happy family! Tho sometimes i think they are a bit crazy, on how my brother draws big purple ants and giant purple knights with these other tall purple guys around me and my family. The other day I even caught him drawing himself and me surrounded by tall scary looking purple guys! kinda freaky huh ? Even my brother kept asking me and telling me how I can't see what he sees .... Sometimes I feel like my brother can see ghosts, I can always feel a lot of people around us everywhere we go but, it’s just I can't see them… am i a freak too??…anyways! I’m way better at socializing than him…haha take that suhoo blee! People seem to always be scared of him, dunno why tho… anyways, people often confuse me and my brother as twins, but does having a one year age gap come off as twins??? Adult world sure is weird! Anyways….Miss Unnie has assigned my class an assignment to write about my family! So I have to interview them one by one! 

“Jinwoo, Suhoo, come here for a second would you boys? Sohee has an interview she needs to do with us all.” Cha Hae In the mother asked as the boys came down from the stairs sitting together in the sofa with Sohee sitting facing all three of her family members holding a pencil and a paper. The mother, sensing her daughter’s eager gaze, nods motioning her to start the interview.

“Hmm soo I’ll go with Dad first!” the girl faces her dad with stars in her eyes, seemingly excited “Alright Sohee, go ahead what do you want to ask?” The father answers with a loving gaze towards his one and only daughter. “Okay! Dad , what do you do for work?? and how does it feel to work with your friends??” “Hmm i work as a detective Sohee, and it feels great to have people to rely on when you work, teamwork is important after all..” The Father answers with certainty. 

The girl wrote her discovery in the paper as she nodded, satisfied “Okay!! Hmm and for big brother Suho! How does it feel to be a big brother to this great little sister??” “Huh great?? you are not that great at all Sohee! And to answer your question, it feels nice to have a sister to play with!” The boy said as he grins and pinched the girl’s cheek. “Ouch ouch! Big brother Suhoo please stahp!” as she turns to her mother next, “As for mama, How does it feel like to be surrounded by a family together??”

“A family? It is what keeps us strong, to be with each other along the way and protect each other.” The mother replies with a sweet smile as she leans to kiss her daughter’s head. The girl nods again as she hums in satisfaction before standing up and saying “I think that's all!” “That's not all!” Suho interrupts as he points towards the empty space behind the couch of the living room, "you forgot mister knight, mister ant, and the others!” 

The girl tilts her head in response, “Huh mister ant, mister knight, and the others? you mean the ones from your drawing?” Meanwhile Cha Hae-In turned towards her husband Jinwoo looking for an explanation, as he smiled knowingly. Suho nodded as he said, “Come on, give them questions too!” Sohee in response, “Um okay!” as she nods enthusiastically. 

As time passed by with Sohee asking questions to mister ant and mister knight, while Suho and Jinwoo answering Sohee’s question in favor of answering mister ant and mister knight’s questions… The clock strikes 8 indicating bedtime for the little girl as she writes her answers with a yawn and drowsy eyes. 

Cha Hae-In, looking at her daughter’s tired form, smiled as she stood up before signaling to her husband to take Sohee to bed while she prepared her room for sleep. "Jinwoo mind preparing her for bed? I'll tidy up her bedroom.." The husband replied as he kissed his wife in the cheeks, "Mhm of course honey.."

Suho sensing her sister’s sleepy eyes took a seat beside her and let the girl’s head lean on his form, sitting in silence with only soft breathes of the girl audible. Jinwoo, seeing this, smiled as he carried her daughter gently, rocking her to sleep well. The girl, noticing that she is in her dad’s arms, hugs her father’s neck in comfort of sleep as she states in a sleepy manner…”Hey Dad…”

Jinwoo replied, “Hmm? what is it Soohe?” …. “Even if i can’t see mister ant,  mister knight, and the other misters…Can i still take them as family?....I’m not imagining things, I can sense them with me Dad, It’s just I can't see them…even if it freaks me out…having them beside me is comforting…” The girl answered slowly as she drifted off to soft snores not realizing the shocked face of her father’s and the pure joy of her brother’s.

“Look Mister knight, Mister ant, and everyone!! Sohee finally sees you guys as family!!” The boy turns towards the used to be empty corner of the living room now filled with a giant ant and a giant knight standing behind them. Jinwoo laughs as he comments on this, turning to face two of his shadow soldiers, “Beru, Igris, everyone.. looks like my daughter had taken a keen liking towards you all..”

"My liege! kekekekeke how sweet the young princess! hik kekekeke” the ant cried on an emotional basis as he felt touched by the girl in his father’s arms. “It would be an honor, my king…” the knight bowed as he felt a sense of loyalty towards the child. 

Jinwoo smiled in response, his eyes dims a hue of purple, as he turns towards his son stroking his daughter’s hair gently “Even if she can’t see any of you soldiers, she would always believe you are all there for her……so now it is our job to protect her, right Suho?” “Yes Dad! Anything for Sohee!” The son replied with determination in his eyes. As the soldiers of the shadow monarch silently pledge their loyalty to protect their young princess no matter the cost. That night, the sung’s household is filled with warmth like always.

Sohee woke up in the next morning with a big smile on her face, excited about the assignment she is going to share infront of her class.

“Good Morning everyone! Today I’m going to share about my family! They are my father, mother, brother, mister ant, mister knight, and much more!” The class cheered with comments of curiosity and amazement as the presentation finished. “I never knew ants can be a part of a family!” “Hey so fairytales do come true!!” “Can I meet your family Sohee??” The teacher just shook her head in disbelief as she thought to herself, ‘ah kids have such wild imaginations..’

Meanwhile her father and his shadow soldiers watch her from a distance, cheering as Sohee finishes her presentation. “Kekekeke way to go young princess, crush those useless humans with the grandest presentation!” The ant laughs maniacally as the knight stands beside him silently cheering for the girl.

This was a wholesome chapter all in all askjdnsakj i love thinking of the dynamics between a human little sister and a overprotective monarch of a father and big brother, tho i'll try to include hae in more in the next scenario

[nerd-of-karasuno]

Could you do dating headcannons with tuskishima??

im so sorry these took so long!! I lost a lot of motivation for writing as some not so wonderful stuff happen irl for me. Hope y'all are doing well tho and thanks for following even tho I was inactive on here 🫶

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We all know he is so soft for you

even right when he first mets you

no one can deny this :D

But it's hard to read Tsukki during your first conversation with him.

Yamaguchi notices that you like each other first of course

Well, he knew you liked Tsukki, but it took him longer to figure out if Tsukki liked you back.

Tsukki was in denial about his feelings for you for a very long time.

He hates opening up to anyone.

Tsukishima was definitely hesitant about letting you meet his family, especially his brother

But they all had a feeling he had found someone who was very special to him

Yamaguchi pushes Tsukki to you quite a bit. He knows that you're good for each other.

However Yamaguchi will never tell you about Tsukki's crush for him. He refuses to do that although it's tempting occasionally

he really wants Tsukki to tell you himself on his own terms, but that doesn't mean he won't bug Tsukishima

i feel like Tsukishima's confession is so casual tho.

like he figures out that you like him back due to the way he notices that you act around him

He gets a little fed up that you're acting odd around him (if you happen to)

He's not mad at you at all. He just wants you to be normal around him and be your usual self.

So Tsukki walks up to you one day before school starts and says he likes you kinda bluntly

If you take too long to respond because of the abruptness of his confession, he'll go and head on to class

he might even smirk at you a little at you, knowing he's got you to freeze up as he walks away into the room where his first class is

and before you could even reply, the starting bell for classes go off.

then at lunch Tsukki asks if you want to go out to lunch during the upcoming weekend

well it's more like he says that you're going to lunch with him

but he does ask if you're free 👍

One thing I feel like Tsukki does quite a lot is write you little notes after you start dating

don't worry he does actually ask you to be his partner during your first date

Sometimes the notes serve as reminders to do a certain homework assignment or study or drink water and other times they're notes that say something subtlety romantic

You never see Tsukki place these notes in your bag, desk, and room but he always finds a way

One time you found one even on your notes app on your phone.

No one had any clue how that one ended up there

There aren't an absurd number of these notes, so they are always meaningful.

Often they appear when you're going through a rough time even if you haven't told Tsukki about whatever is going on yet.

Tsukishima takes an interest in your hobbies although he pretends that he doesn't.

He likes watching you do your hobbies, like if you draw, he admires you while you do so, denying at any chance you try to get him to admit to it

Then he'll drop a sly compliment at a random and unexpected time.

something really cute for you to do would be to get small matching dinosaur keychains

Tsukki would probably brush you off a little bit when you give it to him

but please note that he softens up a little bit when he first sees it, handles it with care, and that the next day it's on his school bag.

the actual dinosaur inside his bag but still

Tsukishima finds the gift super sweet

Tsukki's whole family adores you. It was Yamaguchi who accidently tells them with a little 'Sorry Tsukki!' followed afterwards

Tsukki's big brother loves hanging out with you and telling you stories about your boyfriend when he was younger.

He has top tier kid Tsukishima stories and Mrs. Tsukishima provides excellent baby photos

All much to Tsukki's embarrassment.

He's quite happy if he gets the same treatment at your house when he meets your parents and is told similar types of stories and is shown baby photos of you.

He teases you so much for it.

He teases you a lot actually.

Tsukki's teasing actually depends on how much you can handle.

He didn't pay attention to how he teases you in the beginning of your romantic relationship and soon regretted it if you reacted negatively to it.

Tsukishima toned it down after that.

No one else gets that same treatment tho

And boy are some of the boys on Tsukishima's volleyball team envious of you

Speaking of...

Tsukishima has never had any intention of you meeting his team besides Yamaguchi.

He tells you that he plays for Karasuno and that's about it if you ask him.

If you push, he says that he's a middle blocker.

Yamaguchi gets you the good information tho and even tells you the times the team practices if you ever wanna watch

Because both you and Yamaguchi know that Tsukki doesn't really mind you watching him practice

He just doesn't want you to meet the rest of his team.

What Yamaguchi fails to tell you though is what the rest of the Karasuno volleyball team is like.

Everyone on the team notices that someone is watching them practice pretty quickly as that doesn't happen too often.

So of course you get introduced to the team.

Yamaguchi insists that Tsukishima is the one who introduces you officially.

So Tsukki simply says your name and that you're his partner.

✨ then the chaos ensues ✨

Daichi is impressed and Suga is so happy that one of his children found a partner

Tanaka and Nishinoya are shocked and jealous. They probably will try and mess with Tsukki by trying to take you away from him jokingly.

Kageyama and Hinata is like why Tsukki out of all people.

That's all before Coach Ukai gets them all to refocus

Takeda offers you to sit by him and Kiyoko.

So congrats you are accepted by the Karasuno High School Boys Volleyball team.

Tsukishima gets nervous if you come to an actual game

He loves hearing you cheer in the crowd for him

Just don't say anything embarrassing or he will turn and glare at you or straight up ignore you.

When Karasuno wins the first time you're at a game, Tsukki hugs you in public, surprising you greatly.

He hates public affection a lot but he will hug you full on or give you a side hug after winning

One thing Tsukki doesn't mind to much is if you run to him and hug his torso.

He finds it a little endearing but it still isn't enough for him to hug you back.

If you're around friends, he'll maybe put a hand one of your shoulders.

If you're with someone like Yamaguchi, Tsukki will actually pat your head and rest his hand on the top of your head

That reminds me, Tsukishima definitely leans on you if you're alone and you're shorter than him, even if it's a small height difference, he does it to mess with you.

All in all, Tsukishima's a good boyfriend who really cares for you and really loves you. You just have to see past the tough walls he's placed up.

hope you liked these! I found this request to be probably the hardest of all headcannons I've done (which is a lot) so I hope that I wrote Tsukki well.

[caustinen]

I'd love a follow up on the security scare Hollywood!AU Clegan experienced....Does Bucky cancel all press and social media activity? Hire a military level security team? Want to move to the country? I can imagine he'd go in to overprotective mode.....

And does Gale recover ok? Is he left with any trauma/fear? :(

thank you for this ask anon!! i love protective tropes <3 (continuation to this drabble)

to start off with, i think it would definitely make bucky step back from the media for a while. he’d go completely silent on insta for a few weeks and while he’s contractually bound to do some press for his upcoming movie, it’s clear he’s much more serious and avoids talking about his relationship (partly because he does not want to comment on the incident at all, just put it all behind them) and compared to his usual endeavor this is very noticeable, making the journalists also careful not to ask him about it reflexivly.

as for extra security, i think he’d go a bit overboard and unhinged with it before gale forces him to take it back a notch. gale is shaken up after it but gets over it much more quickly, reasoning they both got through it completely fine, and he just wants to go on business-as-usual to the extent that it’s possible; he doesn’t wanna live in constant fear because of one bad experience after he works through the first shock (i mentioned gale also having a tough childhood in this au somewhere and i could maybe even write something about him only realizing some emotional locks and seeking therapy year into his relationship with bucky, so he would maybe have some mental tools for dealing with trauma already!). the first he notices some fridge/military level bulky dudes following them everywhere they go he actually has some flashbacks to the attack, just about to get anxious, before he realizes these must be guards hired by bucky. they have a small fight about it and eventually bucky begrudgingly agrees to let some of them go, but for his side of the compromise both he and gale take a self-defense class, and gale has to allow him to take him away for a bit for some pampering. gale rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically as bucky packs their bags with a driven attention but he doesn’t hide how much he likes to have a moment of peace with his fiancé in the midst of the media circus when bucky takes him to wisconsin for the weekend and barely lets him out the bed, bringing him breakfast on a tray and kissing all of his sweet spots over and over to make sure he’s really okay.

slowly bucky gets over the scare and loosens up to the extent he starts posting and raving about gale on his social medias again, but he’s more careful with drawing boundaries with fan encounters and pays special attention with talking honestly about his life and doing his best to disillusion the image of himself as anything other than a normal guy trying to have a relatively normal life. the extra security stays on their payroll but it becomes more background operations than surrounding them in all public places. for gale this was a first properly bad experience with “fame” but surprisingly it doesn’t affect him as much as one would expect since he was struggling with just the media attention anyway, and the attack doesn’t seem too far removed from that in the end since nothing bad actually happened and he’s just getting used to having his privacy challenged anyway. he worried for bucky tho, but in a weird way it also brings them closer together as he starts to realize these new symptoms of fame that bucky has been dealing with on his side for years already. all in all, he’s a bit jumpy and untrusting with crowds for some time after, but once his main goal becomes soothing john he quite quickly gets almost back to his normal self <3

hope this was to your liking, sorry it took so long!! i would love to write some protective/worried moments more in detail