#unless the charm is more passive than i thought

[irrepressible-miracle]

One more thing that confuses me about sote is why the tarnished is there in the first place. It's implied by Leda that the charm didn't work on us and we came to the shadowlands completely out of our own will. And if you're roleplaying as anything *but* someone seeking the throne, then why go there? Curiosity? Pure luck?

[siswritesyanderes]

Hii! Would you ever consider writing a yandere snowjanus x reader fic or imagine?

-🐣

Oh boy, I love it.

Imagining they both noticed you at around the same time, separately.

This could be in the Capitol or in District 12; the difference does matter, as far as power dynamic and the tactics available to them and frankly their hairstyles, but for the sake of this post we'll say it could be either one. If necessary, maybe I'll make a separate post for what they're like specifically in the Capitol or specifically in the Districts. (Actually, whether you're a Capitol citizen or a District citizen is also a means of variation, so really there are four different combinations, unless we treat Sejanus' kind of District-born Capitol citizen status as a separate category, in which case five; being District-born Capitol would only matter in the Capitol setting, not the District. Does any of that make sense?)

They both fall for you, but Coriolanus is better at hiding it behind a formal, personable mask. He observes that Sejanus likes you, and if it were anyone else he would feel annoyed and possibly threatened, but he feels pretty in control of Sejanus, so he actually nudges him closer.

His thought is, if he can get Sejanus to do all the work of courting you, he can pretty much slide in there effortlessly once that's done. Let Sejanus clear the way, ward off suitors, prove his loyalty and affection. (Meanwhile, Coriolanus can focus on his University work, his mentorship with Dr. Gaul, whatever other ladder-climbing he's got going on.)

If Sejanus manages to actually win your affections, Coriolanus can use Sejanus' affection for him to add himself to the relationship.

If Sejanus can't win your affections, then at least he got rid of the other suitors. Coryo can take it upon himself to be charming and win you over, and then he can graciously allow Sejanus access to you as well. He does actually like Sejanus and enjoy the idea of charitably sharing someone like you with him; he just will always see himself as the de facto highest-ranking and most important member of the polycule.

The way this looks, in practice, is: Sejanus admires you from afar and feels a passive envy towards any other romantic entities in your life. Coriolanus urges him to act on these feelings, needles the productive insecurities and soothes the unproductive ones. Sejanus trusts Coriolanus when he says that certain people in your life are taking advantage of you or hurting you in some way, believes him when he says that getting rid of them is the right thing to do.

So, Sejanus does things that, left to his own devices, he might only have fantasized about.

It's Sejanus' money and shooting skills backed by Coriolanus' rationalizations and manipulations.

Inside, Sejanus knows that what he's doing is wrong, but Coriolanus is good at making sure the worst of him is rewarded with praise, attention, and you.

With you, Coriolanus is smooth and flattering. He has all the social graces and charming repartee down to a science, if not an art. He is observant, accommodating, and just generally great to be with.

Sejanus is less polished, more endearingly stuck in his head. He's a smart, witty guy, but around you he gets really shy and earnestly wholesome in a way his years in the Capitol have not encouraged. He's been bullied, and he's learned not to be too vulnerable with people, but he finds himself saying really heartfelt stuff to you, and that makes him feel even more helpless than knowing how many crimes he's done to get here.

Coriolanus loves the degree of control over Sejanus promised by the fact that he's the only one who knows about the crimes Sejanus has committed. Like I said, he genuinely likes Sejanus. It feels good to know Sejanus is in so deep and can't turn back. He's going to want to have the same kind of leverage on you, whether it's secrets, financial power, or whatever else. He needs to make sure you need him.

Being with them is nice. They're cute, they're pleasant, they make you laugh.

Sejanus is one of the few people you can talk to about not liking the Hunger Games who will explicitly agree. Coriolanus just sits silently during these conversations, rolls his eyes fondly at both of you, and reminds you not to say any of that in public.

The fact that Coriolanus basically is a Gamemaker now is something that Sejanus weirdly tolerates. You're not sure how the guy who threw a chair in anger, back at the Academy, has resigned himself to just sighing about the inhumanity of it all while sharing a loveseat with his Gamemaker boyfriend. Maybe his time as a Peacekeeper tamed him somehow.

He's comfortable. You're also comfortable. It's weird.

This isn't a kidnapping scenario; you're just in a relationship with the two of them, and as long as you don't try to break up or withdraw in any way, it's all smooth as satin.

If you start going against the grain, though, you're going to find out how many hooks Coriolanus has already put in place. You'll start to see the strings on everything in your life, including Sejanus.

You want to take a trip with your family instead of staying in town to attend a formal event with Coryo and Sejanus? All of a sudden some private statement you made in the past about disliking the Games has been flagged as treasonous, and you're not allowed to travel until the matter is resolved. (If you go to the event with them, the issue swiftly goes away. He explains that he had Dr. Gaul pardon you.)

You want to take a break from staying over with them every other evening, because someone in your family is sick or injured? Suddenly, the hospital can no longer care for your relative for an affordable price, because the Plinths' donations have mysteriously stopped and treatment prices have skyrocketed. Coriolanus is glad to personally pay for them to be cared for.

The more you push, the more stuff will fall apart. If the first little intimidation tactics work as intended, you won't have to see the full extent of the trap.

Coriolanus gives you a jabberjay in a birdcage, as a gift, and uses it to spy on you. He might place Sejanus in charge of obtaining information from the jabberjay, because Coryo loooooves to keep his hands clean.

(Let me know if you liked it!)

[sh0tanzz]

can you do ZB1 as your boyfriend PLS (like all of them🙏)

guess who’s kinda back…😨

ZB1 RICKY AS YOUR BF based on astrology ~

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

Taurus Sun @ 29° : With his sun being in a venusian sign in a leo degree (the sun), he’s the bf that takes care of himself/maintains his appearance. Everyone talks about “boyfriend air” and how bfs tend to be messy but he most likely is vv hygienic. He’s not one to rush and might initially be a bit reserved/introverted (until he opens up and feels more comfortable). He appreciates physical art and pleasures (fashion, food, leisure) and it translates into his relationships. He probably likes to gift his partner with material items that enhance their beauty so outfits, skincare, jewelry. It makes sense that he helps the members do their makeup and probs would maybe do the same for his partner. Being reliable is something he finds relatively important.

Gemini Moon @ 9° : In relationships he enjoys being able to be versatile and express himself in different and even unpredictable ways. He finds comfort in being able to freely share his thoughts/feelings and will reciprocate this to his partner. He may enjoy hearing his partners pov and opinions about things or even relish in hearing his partner’s voice in general. There’s a sense of spontaneity especially with the moon being in a sag degree. He has moon square jupiter+uranus and trine neptune; so he could be a bit restless and even indifferent emotionally adding onto his unpredictability. I wouldn’t say he has mood swings but his feelings could be very case by case.

Taurus Mercury @ 4° : He is honestly on the more laidback and rational side of things but is capable of being more obstinate and deliberate. He has mercury trine jupiter and sextile uranus so he lowkey has a gift for gab and basically is a yapper with whoever is partner is. With mercury sextile mars he might even slightly enjoy debating things (unless it’s something he’s super set in opinion with and sensitive about). He’s most likely more intelligent and has more common sense than he likes to let on and most likely shares his more intellectual/philosophical side when he’s with his partner. Would enjoy having person inside jokes with his partner alone.

Gemini Venus @ 26° : He’s naturally flirty, charming and even playful. He dislikes being bored and mentally under stimulated in his romantic pursuits. He acts in a sense that will bring both comfort and stability but also still mentally entertain. He likes his space however and may not enjoy extreme clinginess. Ricky is naturally creative and finds beauty in refined things with quality even in the mundane. He’s the guy who takes you to outside places to both indulge as well as communicate. He flirts in a way that’s not super in your face but still witty and clever with a smoothness; with it being in a taurean degree he finds satisfaction in giving gifts and doing reciprocal tasks. He has Venus opposite Pluto so depending on the state of the relationship he may have a tendency to constantly waiver between being passive/indifferent to being attached/controlling or just borderline being unpredictable in his displays of affection.

Cancer Mars @ 8° : In a scorpio degree oooo. He’s very caring and protective to a degree. He most likely would want to take the lead or at least be a source of comfort for his s/o. He isn’t super quick to confront and may gather his thoughts and feelings before expressing more negative feelings. He might have an unintentional tendency for unspoken resentment if he doesn’t/can’t express himself. He has mars sextile jupiter and conjunct saturn so though he seems slow to act whenever he does it will be bold or at least with impact, in relationships he wants actions to emotionally mean something and not be pointless. Lowkey might be persistent in a seductive nature LOLL.

[cringe--is--dead]

If you can, would you mind doing some fluff headcanons, about being domestic with Jason Todd? Perhaps timeline of him understanding he loves you, how he came to terms with that. The relationship growing, you two moving in together, if or how it leads up to marriage etc…

Jason Todd x Reader Fluff Headcanons

First Date

Jason hadn't been on many dates or any at all, so safe to say he was nervous when you two went on your first date. I'm talking - was up late looking up places to go, what to talk about, what types of dates were the best for first dates, did he bring you flowers? Did he bring you chocolates? Did he walk you to your door? Or would that be creepy?

He was not going to go to his family the others for advice. Dick would pull his weird, overly emotional, big brother gimmick and be hanging on Jason, wailing about how his little wing was all grown up. Despite being shorter and smaller than Jason. Tim would hold it over his head like blackmail till the day Jason died - again. Damien would find the whole thing ridiculous and give him weird, textbook, medical advice. And Bruce Wayne was notorious for not knowing how to properly show emotions, so that was out.

It left Alfred, who told him, and I quote, "Just be yourself, Master Jason." Safe to say Jason felt like he was back to square one.

He managed to settle on a day full of activities: he took you to lunch at one of his favorite little diners. He had known the owner since he was a little street rat, the woman used to collect all their leftover food and hand it out to those that would crowd around their back door. It was never a lot, but it was more kindness than any kid on Crime Alley was ever shown. No one messed with them, unless they wanted an army of angry, hungry street rats going after them.

The food was also really good. So there was that.

You ate lunch, and he found talking to you was easy. You laughed at his stupid jokes and he thought you were the most clever person he'd ever met. The banter flew naturally, and he found himself relaxing more around you than he had anyone in the past few years.

After lunch, whatever plan he had had gone out the window, and you two merely walked around different stores, stopping for ice cream, people-watching at the park, and talking as if you two had been close for far longer than you had. The date itself lasted for almost seven hours, and neither of you grew tired of the other.

Meeting His Family

Everyone was well aware of the number of people who wanted to grow close to any of Bruce Wayne's kids or wards to try and grow close to the elusive rich man. For some of them, it made dating hard.

You, however, did not care in the slightest who Jason's family was.

Initially, you had assumed he didn't talk to his family, considering how he avoided topics and discussions of them. You respected that, not wanting to pry. You had your own family issues that were a sore subject.

So the day he came to you asking if you'd like to have dinner at his father's house, you were a bit shocked to find yourself on the back of Jason's motorcycle, pulling up to the Wayne Manor.

After the initial shock wore off, and you passively scolding your boyfriend for being so vague about how to dress, you two entered.

You met Alfred first, and you were easily charmed by the kind yet no-nonsense man. He found you to be quite charming as well, someone kind and, from what he's seen, able to help Jason see the better days ahead, the better side of himself, and allow him grace at seeing the boyish smile Alfred worried he'd never see on the boy again.

Safe to say you had Alfred' approval, which truly, was the most important person to have on your side.

Surprisingly, you met Bruce next. He was, safe to say, awkward. He had learned of his son's partner literally days prior and was so worried about not only ensuring you weren't someone who was going to hurt Jason in any way but also wanting to ensure you were someone strong enough to handle Jason's... extracurricular activities even if you didn't know of them yet.

Jason was worried upon meeting Bruce freaking Wayne you'd panic, or not sure how to act as many people did upon meeting his father. You kept your cool though, and Jason could tell your minor disdain stemmed from how he had spoken of the man. You were standing between the pair, only speaking highly of Jason, how he was an amazing man despite all the... flaws in his past. Even Bruce knew that was a shot at him. Watching you so readily defend him against someone as influential as Bruce had Jason follow you with star eyes for the rest of the night.

Bruce realized, after a quick background search, he had nothing to worry about.

Meeting his brothers went off exactly how you'd think. Dick cried about his baby brother growing up and becoming a man, Tim was shocked someone would date Jason, let alone stay with him for longer than a week, "I mean, you've seen how he cleans up after himself!" Damien was more indifferent towards you, you were his brother's girlfriend, and he felt as if his opinions on you shouldn't matter. Though after you and Titus interacted so kindly he felt warmer to you than he had before, but that wasn't because he liked you.

Moving In Together

This happened gradually. You had clothes over at his place for whenever you spent the night, he bought you the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash you enjoyed, you had your own towel and washcloth set in his bathroom, a toothbrush in the holder.

Eventually, though, you talked about it because it was becoming pointless to pay rent for a place you barely went to.

That conversation was sparked when, one cold night, you found a stash of your favorite teas, honey, sugars, and cream in his kitchen, along with colorful mugs you knew weren't his. The small things he did to ensure you felt comfortable there made you know you were ready.

Moving the rest of your stuff over didn't take long - considering it felt like half of your stuff was already there. Moving in together did bring a few bumps and bruises, it was harder to hide that he went out for long periods of time and often came back with bruises and cuts.

You did get on him a lot about taking care of his dishes and clothes, but you two talked and came up with systems of ensuring the apartment stayed cozy and mostly clean.

That's all I have for it. I feel like living with him would be so nice.

Finding Out He's Red Hood

Okay, like I said, it's harder to hide how often he goes out and how often he has bruises and cuts and stitches.

You, also, are not an idiot.

The placement of where your shared apartment is, Jason's disappearances lining up with times the Red Hood is spotted out and about, the injuries he's sustained.

He was either the Red Hood or happened to be a goon fighting the Red Hood every night who never learned his lesson.

So... Red Hood.

You have to bring it up, cause he still thinks you're blissfully ignorant. He's the shocked Pikachu meme when you tell him. Can't even come up with a valid reason to deny it. So he doesn't.

You two talk, and he confirms what you already know, and then the panic sets in. You know his identity, one of the most important secrets he has as the Red Hood. Did you figure out about the others? Would you leave him? Would you threaten to spill?

You just shrugged, nodding at him with an, "Okay."

You had known for a while, you admitted and never knew if you should bring it up or not. Then you admitted how you'd been trying to study up on first aid, wanting to be able to help him anytime he got him. You'd bought items online to practice stitching wounds and had worked on making a stash of medical supplies in the bathroom, bandages, absorbent pads, antiseptic wipes, gauzes, etc.

You couldn't be his "guy in the chair", and you didn't see yourself joining him in the vigilante lifestyle (he also wouldn't have wanted you to do that), but you wanted to be there for him and support him however you could.

When He First Says I Love You

Like I mentioned before, he knew he loved you for a while, but never said anything. You had said it first, truly, and were respectful that he hadn't responded immediately. You knew of his past, his secret identity, his family, etc., so you knew that coming right out with an "I Love You" wasn't on his agenda.

But the day he did say it, that's exactly what he did. Came right out with it.

It was a cool day, rainy and cloudy. He had made you both hot chocolate, the kind Alfred taught him how to make, and you were both cozied up in his living room, watching some live-action adaptation of one of his favorite books.

You made a comment, voicing one of his thoughts, about how they left out some of the best comments from the book and it made the whole movie feel far quicker paced than it should have been.

You hadn't read the book, but he had ranted to you about it, telling you about his annotations and thoughts about the cast and directors and producers they had hired for the movie.

Your comment was proof enough you had not only listened to him rant and rave about the book, but remember what he had said.

As you were glaring at the TV with the credits rolling, he was staring at you.

And just said it.

"I love you."

A/N: Sorry if this didn't include everything you wanted, I ran out of free time and ideas! But I enjoyed what I did get to.

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[6lostgirl6]

Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

-💜💚

She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure. 

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.” 

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass. 

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face. 

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings. 

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.” 

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him. 

In time though. 

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life. 

[painted-bees]

"Lacey and Raf brought out the worst in each other" you mention that they snarked about other people and each other. The sketch of them give bad vibes. Was Raf kind of a dick before he met Lacey? Or did he just act like a dick to impress her?

Hm lmao

Before meeting his Uncle, and before his diagnosis, Raf maintained a very...pessimistic opinion of people, and read a lot of negative things into people's behaviors and words. Largely informed by his experiences throughout his childhood. Typically, he kept his thoughts to himself, unless something really triggered a defensive outburst. He didn't engage in gossip out of fear that it'd be used against him. He believed that he ought to be nice/kind to people--for the sake of appearances, to avoid being talked about behind his back, to win trust, and because he would have liked someone to exercise kindness with him. But he himself could (and often would) find a personal slight against him in anything anyone did around him. And he'd keep track of it for himself. It was a score he tallied only for his own reference, and would affect how he interacted with people.

To anyone who knew him better than an acquaintance (which was to say--not many), undiagnosed Raf was a very quiet, very mercurial sort who could occassionally grow very upset, very suddenly, over seemingly nothing at all. To anyone else, he was a charming glad hander who could work and room and was very entertaining to be around, unless he Didn't Like You. In which case, he'd quietly, subtlely shoulder you out of his life, usually via passive aggressive means.

Then he moved to Vancouver, met his Uncle Bill, realized there was something really very wrong with himself, and reluctantly got his formal diagnosis. Around the same time he was diagnosed, he started dating Lacey.

Him and Lacey got on real fast, largely because Lacey seemed to get him. She had come from similar hardships regarding exploitative, controlling parents, and had bucked against them at a much earlier age. She agreed with Raf that everyone was just out to get their pound of flesh from everyone else, and knowing that--made people exhausting to deal with. The two of them bonded over their similar traumatic experiences and their shared bitter outlooks...and they began finding small validation in sharing their thoughts and observations with each other about the world around them--the thoughts and observations that were mean and cruel, that they had kept to themselves up until they found each other. Thoughts and observations that were often based on vibes and gut feelings more than anything that was actually observable. And they'd agree with eachother's negative verdicts and poor opinions, because it felt good.

But--being with someone who tells you just how poorly they think of everyone else...quickly gets you wondering if they think poorly of you, too. Or, at the very least, it makes you want to ensure that you never do anything to win their negative judgment. Avoiding anything that they deem as stupid or tacky or embarrassing, and so forth.

Anyways, therapy ends up being pretty good for Raf, and over the course of two years, he does start curbing these behaviors and monitoring his thoughts more strictly. And as he does this more and more, Lacey finds him more and more annoying to navigate. Raf begins to take on a more mediating voice when it comes to indulging critical/snarky observations and remarks, and Lacey begins to feel like he's kinda turning on her and growing weird and distant. That, as well as a handful of other things, gets them fighting a lot more...and more passionately. They've always had pretty bombastic yelling matches from time to time, but it becomes a near daily occurrence during the final year of their relationship. By the time they break up, Raf has already decided on the kind of person he wants to be, that he doesn't want his PD to be his personality and has been making steady strides towards that goal.

So to answer your question, I am not really sure! He's mentally ill and has been doing his best this whole time.

For that matter, so is she. But Lace wouldn't receive her diagnosis of BPD until finally seeking therapy to deal with the aftermath of her bitterly traumatic relationship with Raf.

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

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Hello and welcome to my shrine place of power writing blog. I'm Ceph, they/them, and despite the ghostly username I am, in fact, a regular human adult with a job, college homework, skin, blood, etc. Video games, houseplants, and buying books faster than I read them are just a few of my hobbies.

I write different flavors of fantasy mostly, with sprinkles of horror and romance/spice thrown in for pizzazz. If you're interested in...

Vampires, werecreatures, necromancers, merfolk, and/or passive-aggressive poltergeists

Resourceful protagonists in terrible peril who sometimes make choices that change things forever, for better or worse

Lovers becoming enemies becoming forced allies and maybe more in some cases

Themes of solidarity, the myriad facets of love, and people fighting for a better future

Slow burns

Worldbuilding that I definitely don't make up on the fly

Mortals becoming deities and vice versa

Telepathic monsters that could devour your soul -OR- become your best friend

Liminal spaces like roadside diners at 3 a.m

...you might find my WIPs tolerable. Possibly even fun.

Follow my sideblogs @dysthanasia-series and/or @the-primrose-path-story to get notifications for new chapters and other neat story-related stuff. Check out @coven-archives to see what I'm reblogging from fellow writers. Or just ask to be put on a taglist for a WIP you're interested in.

I welcome asks, prompts, writblr events (Worldbuilding Wednesday, etc.), and any interactions that lead to transmutating Internet strangers into friends. Do tell me about your characters and lore. I want to devour know all of it. Yes, even the obscure facts that never really make it into the story despite hours of research poured into them. Especially those.

That's pretty much it. Feel free to reblog or like this post or invite me into an object you own at the stroke of midnight if you want me to give a follow.

Below the cut you'll find a list of WIPs and links to read them which will increase my power every time you click one. Content advisories are at the top of each work and chapter.

Apophenia

Genre(s): Urban/Paranormal fantasy, vampires, post-apocalyptic

Status: Redraft in progress

Mermaids don't exist. Every agent of the Coven, the organization that researches and governs the supernatural community, knows that. Accepting a classified assignment to investigate sightings along the Broken Coast is just an easy paycheck as far as Isaac Soto is concerned (not to mention another way to avoid dealing with his trauma and relationship issues).

A chance meeting with a charming stranger in a roadside diner changes not only the course of Isaac's assignment but the trajectory of his life. A life now in danger of being cut short unless he figures out how to escape the bloodborn who takes him hostage, a necromancer out to kill both of them, and the corruption at the heart of the organization he thought he believed in.

The Primrose Path

Genre(s): High fantasy, romance/erotica

Status: Rough draft in progress

When his village is taken captive by an enemy nation, Illuminator Ân's priority is to make sure his people survive to fight another day. Faced with everything he's stood against as a priest of Cyanos, god of light and life, Ân prays for the strength to overcome and do what he must. It's not long before he receives signs that his petitions have been heard. Just not by the deity he serves.

Beyond & Between

Genre(s): High fantasy, portal fantasy, whump

Status: Occasional, out-of-order updates

Sail beyond where the seas turn red, until the sky is filled with unfamiliar stars, to the lands between realities. Magic and the power to leave one's old life behind awaits for those brave enough to seek it.

Beyond & Between is a collection of stories set in the strange places settled by ancient people, deities, and creatures from Earth who fell through the cracks.

Whumptober 2022

Each prompt followed by the story series it's set in and the MC. Content guidelines at the start of each story.

[demonskiss]

I wonder how each of your characters would react if their darling tried to escape/avoid them.

avoidance

cw: violence, threats (not to reader), gaslighting, rumor spreading, noncon touching, threats of noncon

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

emory doesn’t take well to you ignoring them. to them, it’s a sign of disrespect and it simply won’t do to have their dear little pet ignore their master after all. how will you fare when you have to live with the fact that for one hour you ignore them, they’ll coo to the held victim with their mellow voice every single threat they have planned for them. you’ll watch how the victim’s eyes turn to terror as they come to the conclusion that it’s your fault, how because of your selfish actions that they’ll have their fingers mangled for the world to see. your precious heart can’t handle knowing the fact the lives of other unfortunate captives are in your hands. won’t you make it easier for them and make their lives come to as peaceful of an end the surgeon will make it be? shh, don’t cry, you’ve just been bad, and bad lambs need discipline.

“my little lamb, you’re making the patient cry. you’re even more crueler than i could’ve ever thought you were… how utterly charming.”

blythe does not handle it well. they cling to you, pleading for you to stop avoiding them! they’ve done nothing wrong after all, he’s tried doing everything correctly, there’s no reason for you to avoid him, right? unless, someone else is making you avoid him! this can’t do at all, you’re perfectly innocent, you can do no wrong. they go out of their way to search the entire campus for someone to pin the blame onto, threatening them passive-aggressively with the ever so lovely smile they have, and if they get defensive, he’ll simply just remove them from the picture! don’t worry, dear heaven! there’s no one to stop you from communicating with him now…. so you should stop leaving him alone, for the sake of the people around you.

“it’s that classmate you were hanging out with right? he’s the one who wants you to stop hanging out with me, right? there’s no need to defend him…. i already know.”

violetta is hysterical, initially being so angry to where she just outright blames you rather than the people around you. isn’t she so lovely, why could you have stopped hanging out with her?! but once her rage soothes, she begins to think about the possibilities of having enemies. some upperclassmen artists don’t like her because of the popularity she’s gained around the school, maybe that’s it! she uses her popularity to spread rumors around the school, something small, something minor. but when it eventually spreads and expands, it’ll reach your ears, forcing you to return back to her, who always had time to be with you.

“my muse! where have you been all this time, abandoning me? oh… you’ve found out a friend of yours was exposed to be a horrible person? it’s okay, i’ll always stay by your side!”

ambrose takes things into his own hands, unlike the others, he has more than enough time to beg for your attention, in more ways than one. his favorite is to leave sickening messages of his obsession towards you, each more nauseating to read. but if that doesn’t work, he’s more than happy to make you acknowledge him. his ghostly form allows him to touch your body past your clothing, ghosting his chilly fingers along your thighs, leaving kisses on your neck and making unwanted mumbles about how hard he’ll fuck you if you continue to ignore him, and it’s hard to ignore when you’re so horny, mind drowning in the frost of his advances. and if you continue to ignore him after that little incident? let’s just say, a little bit of possession is on his bucket list, just for you, dear eternity!

“stop ignoring me… you know how clingy i am. give me attention, or i’ll make sure you can’t walk for the next week.”

i didn’t do the escaping part because!! it would’ve gotten VERY violent very quickly for some of them and it would’ve gotten very long!! it does make a very great thought!! i think about it when i go to bed……. >:)

[ladythornofrivia]

Cigarette Girl

Pair: Rindou x Reader

Warning: Mature Content, Adult Language and Adultery (if you’re under 18, you cannot read this)

Author’s Note: I wanted to play Resident Evil 4 Remake; I heard a lot of good reviews. And I also want to play Silent Hill 2 Remake. See, I never ever play Silent Hill franchise, but I heard a lot of positive reviews. And hopefully it’s out on PS4 version, too, cause I saw the trailer of the remake and I just want to play it. But at the same time I want to gather so much manga—I don’t know what to choose. Enjoy the new chapter; make sure to read the previous chapter to know what’s going on. (Note: Please report if someone decides to steal my synopsis and work. Notify me. Thank you ❤️)

(Listen to this song while reading this chapter, pls.)

Chapter 3: In Times They Meet in Dreams

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Rindou was never a busybody. He’s never a playboy, nor is he a chatty person. He’s a reserved and cool-minded boy with a longish hair past down to his collar bone with two-toned colored hair. While his locks are bleached, leaving sky-blue highlights, loose and long strands framed onto his face that nobody could see his eyes instead of slicking it back.

Like Ran, they like to change hairstyles; they don’t want anything the same: they want to keep themselves fresh and impressed with their youthful and charming looks for the crowd to awe at their unique assets. One main difference between the Haitani brothers is their personalities. They have the same interests, but Rindou is a walking “speak unless spoken to” type of guy. And can be brutally blunt when someone does something infuriatingly annoying to him, who isn’t afraid to use physical confrontation unlike Ran, who likes everything to be smooth as possible, a kindly gentleman way.

While obtaining fresh look, Rindou like to keep his life—and himself—quiet, while his brother likes to be loud and a teasing one compare to Rindou’s total composure. While Ran is flirtatious and a tease to women, women considered Rindou in a passive-aggressive favor of staying away from him. Though there are times women flirt with Rindou, but Rindou liked his personal space more. Ran coursed his emotions through loudness and charm, while Rindou coursed his emotions through calm and passive sarcasm.

Everyone got to know the older Haitani brother—people were complimenting Ran on having a smooth and snowish complexion with violet eyes gleaming with mischief and dauntless. As his hair glowing like obsidian and halo floating, as if blessed to be born with winsome looks.

For Rindou, while they found him charming, they also found him too stiff and rigid, like a cold rock with round light-flickering glasses—frightening. While people call Ran the “cool senpai”, Rindou hadn’t received any nicknames other than “glasses” or "silent rock". As much as Rindou ignored the remarks among people, he wished they would stop; this was getting old for him. Not that he’s opposing threat or an obstacle in Ran’s life, it’s just that people prefer Ran over Rindou is because of his lively presence. Never a dull moment with him. Whereas Rindou, he mostly spend time elsewhere with ambient atmosphere, where there are time he likes to produce his own music or having detox. If he were to act as Ran, as wild and energetic as Ran, he possibly might get a lot of girls under his finger. But Rindou chose not to. Both of the Haitani brothers are popular, but, Rindou chose to be silent and chose to do keep his head down because he wanted privacy—private and public. Hence why he isn’t the center of attention.

People assumed he doesn’t do any parties or gets girls into bed all at once. With his different looks, they weren’t so interested. He got DJ skills, but conversational and romantic wise, he lacks department. They thought of him once as anti-social and anti-romantic.

Ran is the life of the party—at school, at the clubs, anywhere that’s mundane and boring, he’ll liven it up fast, but gets in trouble; Rindou wouldn’t hesitate to call Ran “idiot”. Ran got kicked out of the library once for causing ruckus.

Rindou participated in those events, dressed up handsomely as much as he can, but none of their eyes are caught towards Rindou’s direction, as Rindou’s eyes were never captivated by anybody. Everyone thought Rindou is Ran’s personal butler. As long as he does his own thing, no one can disturb him.

Even when people said their hellos to Rindou, he’ll answer them with one word, then off he goes to his own world.

"Baby brother, you wouldn't mind if these people go to our place, yeah?" Ran slung his right arm over Rindou's shoulders. “They liked our music, and our service went high up with all the cash we got.”

The heaviness on Ran affected. Rindou cleaned their house last night for an hour. Lifting heavy things and scrubbing most stubborn areas for the guests to arrive. In Roppongi, it's their kingdom, their air, they'll never give it away. Especially girls.

"Don't 'baby brother' me," he said, lips pouting. “I’m a year younger than you.”

"Baby brother," Ran said, "don't be mad. Can you blame me? I was tired last night."

"Yeah, tired from all giving the attention to the guests coming over. They fucked up our space."

“It’s our new space!” Ran exclaimed happily.

“Next time, do your own cleaning. I’m not an errand boy.” Rindou freed himself from Ran’s arm.

“Besides, every girl in this school is nice, so caring and approachable, mentioning on how their boyfriends lack care and attentiveness in their life…some of the girls offered their virginity to me, wanting me to eat them out and breed them with my cum.”

Rindou grimaced. This wasn’t the first time Ran said those words. Rindou wanted peace and quiet in the morning. He can find somewhere where nobody could disrupt his sleep. As much as he likes to do clubs at nightfall like his brother, in the morning, he wanted rest. He wanted long dreams with his eyes closed, not open, where he could be dreaded and furious.

“Stop saying shit like that; I need sleep. I rarely get any since yesterday, thanks to you.”

Ran’s hands raised in surrender. “Suit yourself. While we’re still young, we got to taste every flavor of sweet and honey. We don’t want anything spoiled and rotten. Wouldn’t you agree? I’m thinking of buying more designer clothes for our next event.”

Rindou sighed. “Do it somewhere else, but not in our new place. You like to sleep on your bed when you’re tired, right? Then don’t cause shit.”

This was Rindou’s warning—first and last.

Ran’s lips curved into a grin. “Alright. Don’t be hateful to anybody, okay? You may think I’m loud and stupid, but I know you. You may be quiet and cold to everybody, but you’re very selective when it comes to someone catches your eye, and this happens on rare occasion. Don’t let it slip and go with the flow for once.”

And the bell rang. After lunch, class resumed.

It was time for the last lecture. The teacher lectured a new lesson for the day, and while the class took notes, Ran decided to flirt with the girl next to him, who was trying to her hardest to get a better grade for the next quiz. As for Rindou, in the other class, was taking notes, jotted down every crucial word. While he’s trying to have fun in life with nightclubs and DJ, he also wanted to focus on serious matters that might affect his future on the long road. He can imagine his older brother slacking off like a useless fly that doesn’t know where the exit is when sober.

Something tapped against his shoe. A purple erase with a dinosaur sticker. His tongue clicked, nearly bending down to reach for it.

He nearly cursed when he couldn’t reach out anyone, whoever the owner of the purple eraser. Examined the object, he rotated it until he spotted the name.

(y/n), (l/n)

What a clumsy fuck.

The bell rang, and the students chatted amongst themselves, talking about the after school activities and clubs they’re planning to join in. Everything was magical to the students—all lively and hopeful. The innocence of current times gone forward.

He thought it’s too cheesy for a real life event. That’s why he needed a dauntless thrill at nightly hours to balance the normality of the daylight hours.

Disregarding the talkative hours, he got his stuff up, still holding the purple eraser.

He wondered who (y/n) is.

“Shoot,” a voice said behind him.

Sounds of bag shuffling with sharp clinks and rumples went through his ears.

“Where’s my eraser? It’s my favorite one!”

Almost sounding like a cry, Rindou averted his eyes to a girl went through a panic search on her school bag. Despite a plain design on a carrier, it has quaint charm to it, nothing extravagant or too-plain, just perfect.

With his hand slicked back, sighing, he went past the classroom doors and approached her in the middle of the hall.

Rindou cleared his throat.

“Miss,” he began, his shoe went to a little shift with the other, almost self-conscious.

“Where did I exactly put it? I know it’s right beside the notebook, and I remember I was done using it after making a mistake,” the girl said to herself, hand rummaging through the dark abyss of a school bag.

“Miss,” he said, louder.

Her head turned up, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yes?” she squeaked, staggering back.

Restrained the confident smirk, he handed her back the eraser. “I believe this is what you’re looking for.”

“Oh—Oh! My eraser! You found it! Thank you,” she said, smiling with giddy.

His eyes squinted. “You like dinosaurs?”

She nodded, a blush summoned on her face. “I do! I recently watched Jurassic Park—sorry!” she stuttered, still blushing. “I just find it fascinating, you know. I know dinosaurs are for kids and all, but, I just can’t help what dinosaurs are like when they’re alive. I always wish that I could see a real-life dinosaur, but the meteorite got to it first.”

Rindou gulped, unsure what to say. “I, uh, see…”

With voluminous, black hair and dark-colored eyes with a dimpled smile, he couldn’t hold his smirk much long.

“Seems like you knew my name,” she said, tucking the eraser away. “You must be Haitani.”

“Which one?” he dared.

“You’re the younger brother, Rindou,” she said with confidence. “You aren’t the only Haitani people are talking about. Some girls I knew, they…”

His brow arched, his round glasses glistened. “They what?”

“They want to know if you’re available on hooking one of them up. They’ve been waiting on you to make a move, actually. Like the whole knight in shining armor. Like this character in ‘The Princess Bride’.”

Rindou just stared at her with a glint of curiosity.

“Not that…you know…” she scratched her in awkward motion. “Girls are very interested in you.” She puts on a wide smile once more. “They like the silent type. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Sorry, I can be really awkward when meeting people. Say, do you like dinosaurs?”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a booming voice came.

“What the hell are you standing for, (y/n)?! Let’s move it! We’re going at the karaoke!”

“Just give me a moment!” she answered behind her, where her friends are. Then she faced back to Rindou, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her. Her dark-colored eyes still flickered and bright like a shining star. “It’s really nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends. Don’t be a stranger, okay? We can exchange phone numbers if you want.” Before he could reply, she scribbled and torn the paper out and gave it to him. Then she left. “Thanks for bringing back the dinosaur eraser! I owe you one.”

Watching her afar, Rindou found himself—his heart coiled at the sight of the girl who noticed him for him—for the first time.

Cute.

Ran is right.

She had certainly caught his eye.

*~~*~~*

{Present Day}

One day later, Rindou received a call from Sanzu, asking Rindou to meet him at the office. Rindou went and confronted Sanzu, where they discussed their plans beforehand.

“You disposed her, right? Just like I asked?”

“Yes,” Sanzu affirmed. “I did.”

“And the traces?”

“They’re all gone for good.”

He almost seemed nervous.

“This letter is from her,” Sanzu said, almost quiet, as if this isn’t the real Sanzu speaking to Rindou.

As he ripped the envelope, Rindou heard Sanzu’s fainted gasp.

“What?” Rindou asked, almost impatiently.

“You have to see this,” is all Sanzu said.

Discarded the sheets, on the chair, there’s a newborn infant in the basket.

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[gamebunny-advance]

"Gbunny's NSR Relationship Charts: NSR Side"

Navigation (Will link as they become available):

B2J Side

Mixed Groups

1010 Expanded

In general, I think they're all like one big family, so if there isn't an explicit line between them, assume that their relationship is neutral to positive. Simplified list + some explanation under the cut if I thought the chart wasn't sufficient.

Note: In this chart, White represents 1010 as a group unless otherwise stated.

1010

Has a brother-sister dynamic with Yinu. (They're instinctively kind to all children, but since she's also NSR staff, they treat her extra nicely.)

Has a complicated relationship with Neon J. (See the 1010 expanded chart.)

Trades dance inspo with Dodo.

Tila finds them all attractive, but would not pursue any of them romantically. (Since Tila is a minor, they don't actively flirt with her, but 1010's "charm effect" is strong and passive, so she still developed a little infatuation with them, though neither party would seriously pursue the other.)

DJSS

Surprisingly good friends with Eve. (They relate a lot to each other's emotional shortcomings and have bonded over it. Due to her influence, he's developed a small appreciation for art when he previously found it a pointless endeavor in the face of inevitable oblivion.)

Refuses to ever talk down to Yinu. (He believes Yinu has suffered more than enough for someone her age, so he doesn't feel the need to crush her dreams further. That's what he says, but...)

Fears Mama more than his own existential dread. (He also fears Mama's retribution.)

Rivals to lovers to rivals to lovers to rivals to... with Neon J.

Eve

Basically family with Tatiana. (Post revolution, their relationship has improved dramatically. While Tatiana still struggles to be vulnerable and emotionally open, and Eve is still growing out of her codependency, they've formed a more genuine bond)

Is a part of the "Tatiana Simp Squad" with Neon J. (See the Mixed Group chart for more info.)

Surprisingly good friends with DJSS. (They relate a lot to each other's emotional shortcomings and have bonded over it. Due to his influence, she has slowly developed more rational modes of thought rather than letting her emotions spiral to the worst possible outcome at any given moment.)

Mama

Is feared by DJSS.

Is still protective of Yinu, but is trying to loosen up. (While she's still cautious of leaving her alone, she generally trusts NSR staff enough to let Yinu be alone with them, as long as they're all nearby. Otherwise, Mama is always with Yinu.)

Neon J.

Has a complicated relationship with 1010. (See the 1010 expanded chart.)

Rivals to lovers to rivals to lovers to rivals to… with DJSS.

Yinu doesn't trust him. (She suspects that Neon J. is involved in the disappearance of the original 1010.)

Is a part of the "Tatiana Simp Squad" with Eve. (See the Mixed Group chart for more info.)

Remi owes him a favor. (No one knows how Remi came into Neon J.'s debt, but whatever it was has made it difficult for him to refuse any of Neon J.'s requests (which are luckily benign in nature)).

He and Tatiana keep each other in check. (Usually this is a case of Tatiana reeling in Jay's eccentricities when White isn't around to do it, but occasionally it's Jay that has to bring Tatiana back to Earth when she starts drifting towards destruction. He is one of few people that knows about Tatiana's past.)

Tatiana

Basically family with Eve.

She and Neon J. keep each other in check. (Usually this is a case of Tatiana reeling in Jay's eccentricities when White isn't around to do it, but occasionally it's Jay that has to bring Tatiana back to Earth when she starts drifting towards destruction.)

"Aunty Tati". (Tatiana is close enough to Yinu's family to practically be a godmother to Yinu. Tatiana tries to take off as much pressure as she can from Yinu, but even Tatiana can only do so much to protect her from the ills of being a child star.)

Yinu

"Aunty Tati". (Tatiana is close enough to Yinu's family to practically be a godmother to Yinu. She is also one of the few NSR members that knew that Tatiana used to be a guitarist since it slipped once during conversation, but she didn't know that Tatiana used to be a rock star.)

Has a brother-sister dynamic with 1010. (As long as they're not busy, they're Yinu's go-to babysitters.)

DJSS refuses to be mean to her. (Because of this and to the frustration of everyone else, she thinks of DJSS as a really nice person.)

Mama is very protective of her. (Yinu loves her Mama more than anything else in the world, and she wishes that Mama wouldn't push herself so hard. She tries her best to not cause Mama any grief, but she still tends to wander into trouble.)

She doesn't trust Neon J. (Because...)

She knew a previous 1010 model, and misses him. (Yinu was acquainted with an MKI 1010 very early in her career with NSR. However, as the MKI was retired shortly afterwards, she never got to see him again. The circumstances around his sudden retirement has made Yinu suspicious of Jay, but they still treat each other with respect and Jay himself is just as protective of her as he is the rest of the NSR staff.

Sayu Crew Friendship Circle

They're all best friends that can count on each other for almost anything.

In their downtime, they still hang out a lot together.

Dodo

Met Remi through their school's anime club.

Supports Tila's pursuit of Remi, but hasn't had much success in pushing them together.

Trades dance inspo with 1010.

Remi

Met Dodo through their school's anime club.

Acts clueless, but the feelings are mutual. (He's a little scared of changing his relationship with Tila and worries that it would get in the way of working on Sayu. To this end, he's masterfully learned how to dodge the question.)

Owes Neon J. a favor. (No one knows how Remi came into Neon J.'s debt, but whatever it was has made it difficult for him to refuse any of Neon J.'s requests (which are luckily benign in nature)).

Sofa

Was originally hired help, but has developed a genuine friendship with the others. (Sofa is a good few years older than the rest of the crew, and was hired for his editing skills after he found some interest in the project. It's not on the chart, but he'll sometimes have friction with Remi due to clashing visions, but their friendship usually wins out in the end.)

Supports Tila's pursuit of Remi, but hasn't had much success in pushing them together.

Tila

Has a crush on Remi. (It hasn't fully developed, so she hasn't seriously pursued him yet and questions about it fluster her. However, it's clear to everyone that she has feelings for him.)

She finds the 1010s attractive, but wouldn't pursue them romantically. (Despite working with them frequently, she's yet to develop a resistance to their charm effect. She has a preference for the Blue one.)

[michaels-gardenview-blog]

Michael's master post

hi everyone! The names Micheal, nice to meet you all! I'm one of the newer toons around gardenview. So it thought I would make this blog so you all can meet me, see ya!

(guys a reference will come soon I promise)

below is how they would work in game and ooc stuf

rules:

No nsfw

Be nice if ya can

Micheal facts:

Name: Micheal

Age: 22

Sexuality: bisexual and asexual

Toon type: rare

Gender: male (he/him)

How they would act in-game:

Stats:

Rarity: rare

Role: distraction/stunner

Hearts 🤍🤍🤍

Speed:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Stamina:⭐⭐⭐⭐

skill check:⭐⭐

Stealth: ⭐

extraction speed: ⭐⭐⭐

ability 1:

Mic drop (no cool down)

Micheal slams their head into the floor, creating a shockwave. stunning any nearby twisted for 3 seconds and disabling their hurtboxes in that time, also attracts all twisted attention within the range of the ability

This ability also uses 40-70 stamina, depending on if Micheal was running or not when used (it costs more to use when not running)

Ability 2:

Loud steps (passive)

Due to being a living microphone, they constantly create loud sound, and make visible sound when running, their stealth is hence even lower than shrimpos

strategey:

STAY AWAY FROM PUMPS

I cannot stress this enough, stay away from pumps, you are the least stealthy thing in the game, you can be found almost instantly, if you are still, on a mini game, you will die

Micheal is a stunner and distractor, working well with toons like pebble and astro, and being beneficial to toons like vee.

The main strategy with micheal is assisting other toons, with his ability mic drop allowing him to create a area-wide safety net for other toons, and allowing the Micheal player to get out of corners.

Michaels high speed allows him to out walk most twisted, and out-run all toons, just barely out speeding twisted pebbles

Michael's low stealth can prove an issue on later floors, when twisted like twisted astro and twisted vee can overwhelm him. With his second ability essentially preventing hiding unless another distractor is present, and even then he needs to avoid getting near twisted

Michaels main use is quick assists, for example, he sees his friend running from multiple main twisted, and runs in with a mic drop, before running away from the situation.

It is recommended to have astro nearby if possible when playing Micheal, as his stamina regeneration abilities allow micheal to see more use, and use his ability more. Along with at least one other distractor (ideally pebble) to prevent him from being rushed when tired

Despite being high-matinence, if played correctly Micheal can be integral to a team

Ideal trinkets for him:

water cooler + friendship bracelet:

Despite the speed debuff, the water cooler is worth it, and the friendship bracelet can give forty stamina if everyone is alive, and if you are playing your role as this character correctly, they should be. Micheal is already fast, so the 5 percent debuff is not much. In total you gain 90 stamina.

This adds up to 265 stamina, more than enough for most situations

sweet charm + thermos

this set-up is geared towards more frequent but brief encounters, get in, get out, with the thermos to regen stamina faster, and the sweet charm reducing the stamina cost of your ability by 8 precent (new cost of ability is 36.8 - 64.4 instead of 40 - 70)

Bad trinkets for him:

Purses: mid

any extraction speed boosters: I cannot stress this enough, stay away from pumps, you are the least stealthy thing in the game, you can be found almost instantly, if you are still, on a mini game, you will die

Wrench: same as above

Performance check boosters: same as above

night cap: see above

vees remote is actually fine.

bone: you can? Kinda sucky but you do you

[unknownjpegs]

guts

There’s a new optics engineer. Benji doesn’t keep track of the engineers. Contracts start, contracts end. Doesn’t know half their names — unless he needs to use one, the extent of his interest ends right there.

But Benji watches this one. Watches him real close. 

At first, just passively. Not much more than vague assessment. Supine observation, if not intrigued. A head turned just slightly. Not seeking him out.

That changes pretty damn fast. 

And that's when the guy notices Benji. Notices him watching, rather. When he starts gettin' obvious.

He wonders if it feels more like appreciation or being delicately pressed between two graticule slides. Benji wonders if he feels seen, transparent. Light shining through, the innermost bits notated, prepped and drowned for a wet mount. Benji wonders if he knows he’s been slid onto the stage, the lens adjusting to peer closer, deeper.

Does he like being observed, Benji muses, or is there nothing there? Is it like looking at cool, red blood cells with no further thoughts but pump oxygenate die?

Benji steps into the room, closing the door behind him quietly.

“Do you,” Benji says, noting the jolt of the engineer’s shoulders with a grin, “prefer Josef, or Maximillian?”

He makes a soft, surprised noise. Quite close to a yelp — Benji can taste the hint of a more pathetic sound just below the surface. Wants to chase after it, now that he’s got a scent to follow. Now that he’s got the salt on his tongue. He would be very content to get fingers in the engineer, scoop right into that shy-concave chest, and dig down until he finds it. Pluck it out.

Oh, not like that. Nicely. In a way that feels good. Benji can do nice, can make it feel good — if he wants.

“Ah!” The man presses a hand over his chest, laughing nervously. He eyes Benji with a careful, nervous sort of untrustworthiness that Benji respects. After all, he’s been caught. Caught watching. He knows Benji’s head has been following after. 

Maybe he likes being observed? 

Benji holds up his hands. Stitches a sheepish, saintly-embarrassed grin on his mouth. “Sorry, sorry. Shoulda announced myself, ‘ey? I get like that as well, when I’m workin’.” He points at his chest. “Medic.”

Open body language. Nonthreatening. So sorry to have spooked you, mate! My apologies.

Shoulders round slightly, make him look a bit smaller — as if he’s not already shorter. And, for good measure, he brings his hands down, tucks them behind at his tailbone.

As he steps away from the door, the lock behind him turns. A soft, quiet click. Benji traces the wire of the engineer’s hearing aid, smiles a bit wider. Barely audible, that noise. 

“N-no problem,” the engineer says. He fidgets, slim fingers brushing through his hair. It looks soft. He looks soft. Classic bone structure, smooth-looking skin, if not a bit pale and tired under the eyes. Even the aids are charming, how they tangle a bit in his curls.

Benji wonders if it hurts to have them yanked out. Curious how that feels — slow tug, like a stitch coming out? Nothing at all, like a knife quick through skin? Or maybe a stinging, pins and needles sort of pain.

Hm.

“Naw, sometimes I forget we can be a bit scary, in all this.” Benji says, coming to stand in front of him. Polite distance away. Not between him or the door. An escape open, if he feels he needs it.

Benji drops their eye contact. Lifts a shoulder, glances down at his feet, and tucks an ankle over the other. Like he’s shy, too. 

See? Look at this. I’m unbalanced. If you need to, you could push me. I might fall over. If I fall over, you might have time. You might get yourself a few seconds head start.

“It is quite a lot of black,” the engineer says. He’s relaxed a degree at Benji's charm, voice politely amused like he’s gonna make small talk. “And the masks.”

There we go, Benji thinks. Then lifts his eyes in a darting peel up the other man. Tips them to the side — bashful, right? — just as they reach the glasses.

“And the masks! I keep sayin’.” Benji laughs, empty palm pointed up towards the ceiling for emphasis. “Seems a bit like a stereotype. All the scary mercenaries need bone chillin’ masks.” He rolls his eyes. “Not enough we gotta be dickheads, needta look the part, too?”

The engineer grins. He looks very handsome when he does so. Has nice, straight white teeth. His money, or his parents'?

“Anyway, m’not really sure what I’m doing, so. Yeah, s’pose I just wanted to know your name” Benji slips past him, mindful to let their shoulders brush. Faces Max — standing a bit closer now, less proper and polite. More friendly. Interested.

“Um. I t-think it would depend on who I am speaking to.” Fuck, if that isn’t just the cutest accent.

Benji tucks his head near his shoulder, looking at him teasingly side-long. “Me?”

The other man is starting to blush. Little spots of color on his cheeks that make Benji feel…predatory. Does it spread? How far? Is it as invitingly warm as it looks?

“Max is just fine, for you.”

Benji lets a cheerful, pleased smile spark up. “Awh, mate, I was really hoping you would say that.”

Something in his tone makes Max’s smile falter, a bit. Benji turns his back, meandering over to the optics station the engineer had just been focused at. He swipes a finger along the edge, observing all the tools and machinery and computers. 

“Lotsa equipment. Looks like you know how to take stuff apart.” He pauses, assesses himself in a computer screen. “You good with your hands?”

“I like to tinker,” Max offers. 

In the screen, his grin rots a bit. “Me too.”

When he turns back around, it’s easy and warm once more. Timid, even, but still enticingly gentle. 

He says:

“Did you know, Max, that guts are hot to the touch when they come out?”

He wonders if Max feels that, how the air goes stale. How it stills and edges into the corners of the room.

Benji taps a finger along some instrument and its accompanying dial. Max’s eyes have blown wide with shock and repulsion. They’re so lovely. Usually quite shiny, he suspects, liquid and molten like spilled mercury. Benji used to get in trouble with his mum for breaking old thermometers open and prodding at the pools of it, watching the blob move about like a little creature.

Now, those silvery eyes are distant and flat. Not quite scared, but certainly unsettled. He likes that, being able to force someone off-kilter.

“Yeah, right? Right fuckin’ disgusting. They steam.” 

He turns fully, leaning back against the table. Smiling. Not shy, anymore. Shoulders square, posture upright, feet shoulder-width apart.

Ready. 

“If you’re quick enough about it,” Benji says slowly, taking equally measured steps to eat up the distance between their bodies, “you can shove ‘em right back in.”

Max whimpers. "Mein Gott, you are going to make me sick."

Benji chuckles. That noise had been much closer to the pathetic yelp he’d sniffed out.

“No, sorry, don’t worry. If we’ve not got an infection to deal with, they get back into place.” He’s walking as he speaks, and now they stand nearly chest to chest. He tilts his chin up, cheerful. “By themselves, y’know? They squirm about ’til they’re back where they’re meant to be. Like worms.”

The room is absolutely silent as the words hang between them. Max’s flush has drained away, leaving him quite pale.

Green at the gills, or however that daft fuckin’ saying goes, he muses.

“You make me feel like that, a little.” Benji whispers. Open. Sheepish. Shy. Inviting. He glances away. “Fuck, that's a weird way to go 'bout this, isn't it? I just — you’re pretty, Max. I know you’ve noticed I…stare.”

Pretty. Says it like he’s peering down the microscope and seeing all the cells dance colorful and hypnotic in solution. “You can call me Benji, a’right?” 

With that, he pulls fully away. Quick about making space. Max slumps forward, chest heaving. He is not looking Benji in the eye. 

“Well, ta. Good to get on with somebody. And hopefully I’ll see you ‘round, hey? I'd like it a lot.”

His smile isn’t stitched on now. It’s torn. Lopsided, crooked grin that eats up half his face. He pauses at the door, shoots that dangerous, sharp thing at Max one last time, and ducks his head. Sheepish. Shy. 

“Oop,” he chuckles, gloved fingers paused on the handle.  “Door was locked. Musta done it on my way in. Force of habit, that.”

Josef Maximilian Stefan Adler. Josef. Maximilian. Stefan. Adler. Benji thinks it like a chant, rolls it around on his tongue. Max.

The door slams when he leaves.

[elisethetraveller]

A soft smile rested on her lips when a chuckle finally escaped Sevika. It suited her far better than the defeated stare and gloomy passiveness. The pattern across her knuckles became circular, following a line in the skin before turning and following another. It was impressive how much one could tell about a person just from their hands. There were the obvious things; the crackled skin on Sevika's knuckles and calluses. The hallmarks of a fighter. But then there was the strength in her fingers and tight tendons beneath the skin. Dexterity and finesse. Probably from all the times she had worked on her mechanical arm and from writing. So intelligent too. It wasn't things the mage didn't already know; she had seen it when they fought, but she wondered if Sevika ever considered it herself.

"It most certainly is. The next step, I think, will be for people to stop asking where I am from." It wasn't that she particularly minded, but more that the question was often a ruse, a replacement for what they wanted to know. Was she from Piltover? The answer, of course, was no, but until that was settled, patients or next-of-kin regarded her with an unsettling amount of skepticism. As if she would sprout a second head instead of helping them. Which brought her back to the lady up by the bar. Her looks practically screamed Piltover, yet her charm seemed to negate that. Or perhaps she was known here? Elise had heard about Zaunites moving to Piltover and making their luck there. Supposedly one of the creators of the hexgates was from Zaun.

"Ghosts from the past have a habit of turning up when we least expect them. Were you the one to end it or?" While she had briefly glanced towards the bar as she thought Elise's attention was settled on Sevika. She knew of bad relationships, both her own and others. Her work often intertwined her in the lives of people running from monsters they thought would find them if they sought conventional help. If it had taught her anything, it was you couldn't always predict who was fleeing from who. A bulky dockworker might be escaping from his stay-at-home wife because she was hitting him, or the one crying abuse was tormenting their partner. It was a nuanced and messy thing, like most human relations. The murmur didn't go unnoticed by Elise, who leaned a little closer to the other.

"You don't have to give me any details, but it sounds like it was good it ended. And by that, I mean good for you." A person, least of all Sevika, didn't crumple in on themselves like that unless things had been bad. "And yeah, I have had some…interesting Exs too. It's funny; given who I am, you'd think I would know how to spot any red flags a mile out, but…" The pale woman shrugged with a sigh. "Sometimes people just blindside you. Honestly, there was a time I felt like I simply attracted terrible people. And the worst thing is I almost got used to it. When you're resilient, it can be hard to remember you shouldn't have to be." Staring into the middle space, Elise tried to shake the sombre feeling from her bones. "Anyway, it looks like Keyla is quite busy. Want to go somewhere else? I found a stall down at the market that makes a mean hot chocolate, both the regular and the boozy kind. My treat." Despite the paleness of her eyes, Elise's gaze was warm as she looked at Sevika, waiting patiently for her answer.

The blunt comment about how she looked made Sevika blink before letting out a soft laugh as she shook her head. “Here I thought I was doing a decent job of hiding it.” A rather physical person by nature that touch at her hand, and the pattern being traced over her knuckles actually made her relax just a touch. Attention starting to get pulled more to Elise than to Keyla she turned just a touch to face Elise. Her ex of course having no particular reason to have noticed Elise, and far more occupied with being the center of attention so far hadn’t spotted the fact that at least one person had chosen Sevika instead of her.

The comment about five days brought a nod from Sevika. “Well that’s an improvement. Glad to hear things are going well…” Voice trailing off for a moment there was a long slow breath as she tried to decide if she wanted to share, and if so just how much. Shoulder’s rolling forward, and then back in an effort to relax them while her mechanical arm stayed under her poncho it didn’t take long for her to decide as her head tilted a touch almost nodding towards the queen bee at the bar.

“She’s my ex. Her names Keyla, and I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. It ah…” Shaking her head Sevika frowned. What was she supposed to say? It wasn’t like anyone would believe the beautiful, and charming Keyla who was quite obviously smaller and “less dangerous” than Sevika could find a way to get to Sevika. No one would believe that somehow Keyla had a way of making Sevika worry about things no one else would, or that she had just the right purring threats to push Sevika back as though forcing her into a corner, or that Keyla had been responsible in large part for how Sevika acted with her mechanical arm towards those she cared about in any real way? Perhaps it was a blind spot, but Sevika simply couldn’t really imagine that anyone would take her side so she simply shrugged.

“Ended, and was a rather complicated relationship. At least I thought it ended, permanently. Yet here she is. I’ll admit I’m not hard to find, but I just never thought she’d seek me out again.” Softly Sevika murmured without thinking as her hand turned just enough to let a finger slide along Elise’s for a second before settling back down. “I’d hoped she wouldn’t seek me out again…” Turning her head she let a small whiff of smoke from her cigarillo escape blowing it in a direction not right at Elise’s face.

“Strangely enough she was the last relationship I’ve had. I’ve been busy over the last few years, and it just hasn’t happened… Anyways. Everyone has one of those Ex’s, right?” Eyes meeting Elise’s there was a faint hint of curiosity in them. “I’ll bet you’ve got some stories of your own. Good, or bad. Meeting all sorts of people while traveling, and settling down for a while here and there.”

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[quirrrky]

KNY BOYS GETTING JEALOUS —» headcanons  —» ft. tanjirou, inosuke, zenitsu, kyojuro, giyuu, sanemi 

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»—TANJIROU

It may come off that Tanjirou is a very understanding guy who’s beyond jealousy or at least he doesn’t show that he is. He doesn’t mind you being friends with other people or them being so close to you what he’s jealous of if someone’s doing the job of taking care of you. Like that one time you were feeling dizzy and this random person checked up on your temp, by lacing his hand on your forehead. Tanjirou’s hand immediately flew over that person’s wrist and removed his/her hand on you. He’s still nice tho telling that person, “I know you’re concerned about, Y/N, but I think I can check up on her myself. Thank you.” Pouted a lot that day though and when you asked him if he got jealous, he struggled lying and ended up admitting. Shower him with cuddles please. 

»—INOSUKE

If you’re his, you’re his. It’s Inosuke we’re talking about in here. He can sense it whenever someone is acting overtly close to you more than they should. One time, someone who admired you approached you and asked how he/she could keep in touch with you. Inosuke quickly jumped in between asking the person wat did he think he’s doing, “Y/N already belongs to me! Unless you want a match!” That definitely kept the person away.

»—ZENITSU

This guy’s definitely a jealous one. Have you seen how he reacted with Sanemi? He’ll have no qualms acting upon his jealousy it’s probably a regular part of his trait that’s no longer shocking anymore. However, when it’s your cat we’re talking about he just feels so powerless. You just adored the fur baby so much and he likes seeing that smile on you that’s why he’s content watching you from afar as you coddled your cat petting the little one with so much adoration. Plus, everytime he tried to join you kitty will hiss at him uwu...He can’t even get rid of the little one bc it’s too cute and it reminded him of himself, homeless and stary. You noticed that he’s been feeling so melancholic lately that’s why you let him enter your room while you cat was sleeping. Zenitsu immediately jumped and laid his head over your lap. He hugged your waist and wept in quiet. “I really thought you don’t love me anymore.” uwuwuwuwu After receiving power-up cuddles from you, he made it his mission to get your cat’s affection. Wishing him all the best!

»—KYOJURO

He may seem like the non-jealous type, but he is. He’s just passive aggressive about it and most likely knows how to use his charm to win the situation over. If you’re going to focus closely, he’s been cockblocking everyone who tried to flirt with you. Someone said you’re beautiful, Kyojuro came into the picture and said, “I know, right?  My Y/N is so beautiful.” Bright smile and chuckles. Someone gave you flowers, he took it instead before handing it over to you, “Thank you for giving my love those wonderful flowers. Aren’t they beautiful, love?” while putting an arm around you still wearing that infectious bright smile and energy you wouldn’t even know if he’s being sarcastic already. 

»—GIYUU

Torn between getting jealous or not. You’ll notice him to be more introspective yet inquisitive. His line of questioning is so detective-like: “Who are those from?” / “How long have you been close?” / “Why was she/he looking at you like that?” / “You seem to have quite an understanding” / “Is he/she married?” / Shouldn’t he/she go home already? I’m goddamn jealous wth is this?! At the end of the day, he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “Do you still love me?” He asked. “Yes, I do and will always do,” you answered. He tightened his embrace and squeezed in further to you, “Don’t leave me, okay?”

»—SANEMI

Not really the jealous type. You can hang out with people and he won’t budge but if he noticed that someone is taking his Y/N-time and you keep blabbering about that someone even when you’re together, beware and be prepared. “What is this? Someone this someone that again?” You’ll notice him get pissed. However, when that person makes a move on you in front him. He’ll pull you close to him and will give that person the deadliest death glare like he’s gonna rip that person apart with just his arms, oh no.  He’ll hold your hand so people will know you’re taken and when you get home, he’ll make sure you’ll remember no other man but him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Fluff Alphabet - Sandor Clegane

Found this very charming alphabet post by snk-warriors that I wanted to give a try! This one is for me @multifandommandy

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sandor isn’t the best at planning ‘activities’, so more like than not he’d be following you around while you went about your day or would relax in the same room as you. He could also work alongside you, like fieldwork, and of course messing around is an attractive option, or visiting a bar to get drunk and then mess around… Yeah, he’s not very picky.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

A compassionate person that’s still strong and takes no shit is what Sandor would admire most. They’d have that seemingly impossible mix of being both kind but also unwilling to protect others and themselves. He’d admire that inner strength; Sandor isn’t really a man who focuses on people’s physical traits all that much. He doesn’t have much to offer in that department, after all. Naturally, Sandor wouldn’t admit to any of this, nor would he admit to enjoying hearing his lover laugh at something he said.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Sandor’s first thought would be to bring you to an isolated place so no one can see you like this. Especially at King’s Landing, openly expressing your fear or anxiety is dangerous. He’d gruffly offer you something to strong drink, insisting it’d make things easier. Then he’d sit there awkwardly before trying to offer to hold you… then he’d finally attempt to ask what’s happening. He feels awful the first time, feeling like he did a shit job. If you directly tell Sandor what you need he’ll do it, and that’ll make him feel more secure the next time it happens.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Being such a pessimistic man with a cynical view on life, Sandor never felt he deserved any sort of future, nor that he’d get one. Even once he had someone close to him for the first time in his life, a tangible “future” was fuzzy and seemed like a foolish thing to think about. Talking about it would jinx it, if anything. This pessimism would continue well into the relationship, even after his outlook began to slowly turn positive. Thinking of the future just sets Sandor on edge. He’d rather live in the present.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s absolutely dominant in the physical and sexual sense, as a way to stay in control, and it’s what he’s always done. That starts to chip away when you’re more gentle and passive, especially when you do simple, loving things he’s never experienced, like his holding hand or cuddling. That’s when Sandor feels less secure and is more willing to go along with whatever you want.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

In arguments, Sandor struggles to control his emotions during the fight and struggles to forgive afterward. If it’s an especially serious fight, he can go into a spiral of drinking and depression, but a more light one leads to him scowling somewhere else. He’s often the person in the wrong during these arguments, and after some time stewing alone, he’ll realize that… but he’s terrible at apologies. If you were truly hurt, he’d go sulking back to you and attempt to make amends. He wouldn’t hold a grudge against you unless it was a very serious fight — he’d rather get over it and try to get things back to normal.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Sandor is very aware of what a great person his lover is and often, it makes him uncomfortable. He’ll feel like he doesn’t deserve you and it’s worse when he notices that the most of your kindness and love goes to him. You might have friends and family, sure, but as jealous as Sandor is, he’s not sure deserves to have all of your attention. The longer you’re both together and the more his outlook improves, the less he’ll feel this way, but there are still dark days where it hits hard. It’s especially bad when Sandor feels he gives little in return.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

It’s not that he intentionally hides “secrets”, it’s that Sandor struggles to be open with his emotions and his past with anyone. It would be well into the relationship, and Sandor would tell you things he never would imagined telling others. It hurts to share it, so he does it sparingly, usually when he’s very, very drunk or in a dark place. Sandor’s more general opinions and thoughts are freely shared, however, usually with a grumpy-ass tone and plenty of sarcasm.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The closer he is to his lover, the more he finally begins to trust and allow himself to care deeply for you. He’ll slowly — very slowly — but surely begin to be more open to connections with others in his life and begin to have a less cynical, pessimistic view on the world. He’ll still be his usual grumbling self, but with far less hatred and cynicism toward the world. It’s not as if you would be magically “fixing” anything, but you’d certainly be a reason for him to take care of himself and could encourage him to make friendships with others.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Sandor becomes absurdly jealous, yes. It’s a combination of two things: The insecurity that you’ll wise up and finally realize you deserve better than him, and a natural protectiveness that can become over-protection, as he’s very aware of how awful Westeros can be. In the early stages of his relationship, he’d wear the jealousy openly and growl at you (and the other person) about it. Later in the relationship, when he’s more secure, Sandor just grunts and sulks a little. He keeps a close eye in case the person goes too far and bothers you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He had experience in laying with whores, but kissing them was always off the table. Sandor never thought anyone would want to kiss him, nor would he let them. You wanting to do it and easily doing it is a big change, and something he quickly becomes attached to. He doesn’t like to linger long, but his kisses are always very firm. He gets very nervous and very, very flustered when you kiss the ruined side of his face.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Sandor would much prefer it if someone confessed to him first, because he feels too vulnerable doing it himself. The closest he’d get is when he’s drunk and mumbling for you to stay close and don’t leave, because you’re the only person he actually wants to be around. Look, Sandor isn’t good at this emotional stuff.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Sandor doesn’t give a shit about marriage. He already barely believes in the Seven, the whole “sanctity of marriage” means little when he’s seen girls get roped together with awful old men… Not to mention if he was having a relationship with a higher-ranking lady, their marriage would be impossible. So, he doesn’t care.

He would only bother if it was important to you and if it was actually feasible — like if he’d left King’s Landing already and you were lowborn. He’d prefer it if the ceremony was just the two of you plus a septon, as he’d be surprisingly shy the whole time. Sandor’s also the sort of man who would call you “wife” even without an official ceremony.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Woman” is the highest on the list, followed by your actual name. Yeah, he’s pretty terrible at them. If you’re part of a noble house he might have a more teasing petname based on your sigil.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s hard for someone who doesn’t know Sandor to tell that he’s “in love” unless he’s directly interacting with his lover — and even then, he’s good at being colder and hiding his feelings if the relationship needs to be secret. The biggest giveaway is how protective and jealous he becomes though, even toward people who are just trying to be friendly and not flirtatious. A very savvy person would pick up how he watches you from a distance or keeps close like a guard dog. He’d also be far less rough with you (both verbally and physically) and would actually have a conversation rather than bark at you to go away.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

At King’s Landing? Absolutely fucking not. That’s a good way to get enemies; one should never expose their weaknesses and secrets there. Once he leaves King’s Landing and lives alone in a little farm with you, he’s more comfortable letting you kiss him or hold his hand while you both visit the village. It’s still a little embarrassing, but he’s the one staying right next to you during the day and pulling you on his lap in the evening. So whose the real needy one?

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

The obvious boon here is that Sandor is an excellent fighter and protector. He can quickly scan a crowded market street and spot suspicious individuals, and no one in their right mind would think of robbing your shared home when they know he lives there. He could also potentially teach you sword fighting, though he wouldn’t be eager about it.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Sandor thinks he’s pretty shit at romance, and perhaps in the beginning that was true. He has no framework for a healthy, ‘normal’ romantic relationship and it’s a bumpy road before he’s confident in expressing himself. He shows his feelings by being protective, physically affectionate and doing things around the house. Because Sandor struggles with sappy words and overtly romantic gestures, he tries to be useful instead. And sex. There’s a lot of that, and he’s most vulnerable and ‘romantic’ during it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Sandor is fairly supportive of most goals, unless it involves knighthood or politics — he’ll discourage that shit as not being worth it. Most things he’s fine with or indifferent to. He’d be the type to pick you up and carry you to bed if you’re neglecting sleep, or protect you from anyone trying get in your way. When you start feeling discouraged, Sandor does his best to reassure you that your goals are worth it. Even if it’s something simple like running a shop or undertaking a big creative project, he’ll try to make himself practically useful.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

If it involves trying new things for sex, Sandor is fine with that… but as far as non-sexual things, everything is pretty new to him where a romantic relationship is concerned. He prefers to navigate it slowly and expectations certainly help with that. He’s also not a man who likes surprises.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

In the beginning, Sandor might put himself down and think he knows little of his partner, when in reality he’s very sharp at observing them. If you were a fighter, he’d quickly identify their strengths and weaknesses. If you were involved in the court, he’d begin to pick up on your enemies and allies. As he becomes closer to you, he also begins noticing when you’re hiding your feelings or having an off day. Sandor is far more perceptive than he gives himself credit for.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

While he started the relationship, he didn’t even see it as that — it was a fling you’d probably get tired of. He was just waiting for you to break it off, if he didn’t first. Then it spiraled into more and he found himself more and more attached. It’s a source of anxiety for Sandor to admit how special and important you are to him, because then he thinks of all the ways it could be taken away. Much has been taken from him in his life, and the relevation that he has someone so wonderful is immediately followed by anxiety, dread and worry.

But that also meant he would fiercely protect this person and their well-being. There are times when Sandor perhaps depends too much on you, when he’s living just for you and little else. You become an anchor that he desperately needs and everything else seems to pale in comparison.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Absolutely the sort of man who scolds you about bringing in “another damn animal” to your shared home, but he’s the one tossing the dog fresh bones or letting the cat rest on his chest when he sleeps. He’ll roll his eyes at the goat sweaters you knitted but still help you wrestle the devils to put it on. He can’t believe you’re babying the chicks, but fine, they can stay in a little tub in the gods damned house until they’re bigger. Fuck the rooster, though. That thing’s a bastard.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He feels more comfortable giving physical affection when you’re both alone and/or when he’s drunk. His favorite thing is to pull you onto his lap and just keep you close, even if you both aren’t making out or messing around, he likes having that closeness and warmth. He used to be pretty against cuddling in the beginning, but now he’s attached to it and expects it when you’re both in bed (he’ll still grumble about your clinginess though, as if he didn’t start it).

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

If you’re just gone for a few days, Sandor will grumble but deal with it fine enough. If it’s longer, he keeps himself busy by doing physical work and occasionally having more drinks to sleep better. If you had to be gone for an extended period of time, he’d all but insist on going with you to keep you safe. He’d be anxious about your safety otherwise.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

It’s not something he mentions openly, but it’s fairly obvious that Sandor would absolutely murder a man to keep you and the home you both share safe. He was a bodyguard for Joffrey, and he’s already an overprotective sort, so anyone trying to hurt you is going to answer to his sword. Besides that, once you both have been together for a while, he would go great lengths to make you more comfortable if you’re sick or wounded, or feeling depressed. It’s not something Sandor would talk about or even notice. He’d just do it, because you’re worth it.