#you might have to turn your volume up to hear her 😭

[willabee]

willabee meowing at a ladybug on the ceiling

[artdcnaldson]

the ONLYYYY thing on my mind right now is what happened (or didn’t happen 😔) UNDER THAT BLANKET. can’t even imagine the energy in that room. i need a prequel horrendously badly cat 😭

Three’s Company || Art Donaldson x Reader x Patrick Zweig

Rating: E (18+)

Notes: Patrick POV, exhibitionism, very tame descriptions of fingering, sexual fantasies, masturbation

Word Count: 841

Summary: In the Fall of 2006, Patrick just wants to watch a movie with his best friend. Art, unfortunately, gets distracted. Then Patrick gets very distracted.

A/N: Mic…. This was supposed to be short 😭😭😭 but I knew I had to feed you 🩵🩵

Requests are OPEN

Patrick wasn’t paying attention to a single damn thing happening in the movie, and would’ve liked to, considering he was the one who paid the money to rent it from Blockbuster.

He was having a very hard time focusing on Channing Tatum playing soccer when you were panting beside him, hand fisted into the blanket that was covering you and Art.

Your thigh shifted, bumping against his, and you offered a sweet apology that was more of a squeak.

Art was grinning, looking like the cat who got the fucking cream while his hand moved beneath the blanket, finding a home between your thighs. Patrick couldn’t look at him, because making eye contact with Art meant acknowledging that he knew what was going on.

Art was probably doing it on purpose— the fucker. Maybe he was mad that Patrick got to have Tashi, and was making a point about having something the other person can’t. But Patrick wasn’t going around fingerfucking Tashi while Art tried to watch a movie, was he?

“I can’t fucking hear,” Patrick snapped finally, hoping if he turned up the volume on the laptop, it might cover the feeble attempts you were making to stifle pretty gasps and sighs.

He mashed the buttons on the laptop, maybe a little too hard in his urgency, but the volume spiked, barely loud enough for him to force his brain to tune you and Art out.

You leaned into Art’s shoulder, muffling your noises in the junction of his neck.

“What? You don’t like the movie?” Art teased. He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, and it was then that Patrick finally met Art’s gaze.

That smug motherfucker.

He must’ve done something particularly nice with his fingers, because a low moan slipped from your lips that you tried to pass off as… fuck if Patrick knew. It had to have been your first attempts at exhibitionism, because both of you were awful at it.

Art grinned, tilting your face to eye level. “Should we turn it off and do something else?”

“No!” You piped up quickly, eyes wide and glossy.

Patrick tried his best to conceal his annoyance and focus on the movie as Art pulled you closer and closer to the brink. Which was hard, because all of those little noises and the feel of your warm body beside him was enough to make anyone go fucking crazy.

He’d been faithful, even if Art was dubious. He hadn’t stepped out on Tashi— he would probably have a moment of clarity in some foreign country or a shitty bumfuck country club that he loved Tashi.

But it was like Art wanted him to break.

Your body was trembling, breath coming in shaky pants from your pretty, open mouth.

If things were different, he would’ve kissed you. Licked right into your mouth, let his hands wander.

Finish her off, Donaldson.

Art would have the first set, but Patrick could rally. He could always make you fall apart with his mouth. Better yet, he’d fuck you and make Art sit there like a asshole watching the goddamn movie Patrick had rented.

Art wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t like feeling left out. Whatever, Patrick would let you swallow Art‘s cock down your throat as a reward for him being so fucking ballsy in the first place.

A muffled squeak snapped him back to reality. You were panting, giggling softly in the juncture of Art’s shoulder.

Art’s cheeks were pink and flushed, and he wore a smug grin on his lips before he slipped the fingers that had just been buried inside of your pussy between his full lips. And then, like it hadn’t even happened, he reached over and grabbed his Gatorade from the nightstand. Patrick watched as he took a long drink, throat bobbing, and felt like he was going insane.

“What’s happening?” You asked, leaning over to whisper in Patrick’s ear. “I totally zoned out.”

Patrick stood suddenly and went for the door, hyper aware of his cock straining against his jeans. “Start it over, I’m gonna go smoke.”

He made it halfway to the door before Art spoke up. “Patrick?”

His voice was strained. “Yeah?”

“You left your pack.” Art was smug as he handed Patrick his pack of cigarettes— his fingertips still spit-slick when they grazed his wrist.

There was a silent exchange then. An I-Know and an I-Know-You-Know-and-I-Know-You’re-Hard. Patrick almost scowled as he snatched the cigarettes out of Art’s hands and darted out of the room.

He probably should’ve smoked. It would’ve been smarter than… well, anything else running through his brain. He settled on the shared dorm bathroom, a thin curtain of privacy in a mildly molded shower, and a spit slick hand working himself to completion.

Then a smoke.

Ten minutes later, he walked back into Art’s dorm and you smiled sweetly over at him. He sat back down, stole the popcorn from your lap, and glared at Art for good measure.

Art’s laughter made him forgive him for the whole thing anyway.

Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed 🩵 let me know what you think + any other requests in the changeover universe 😚🩵

[gunnerfc]

Martha Thomas NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

AN: I think this was the oldest nsfw alphabet request I had so, sorry to the anon that requested this that it took me ages 😭

A: Aftercare

So soft after sex, will whisper cute things as your breathing evened out

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Martha’s favorite body part is her hands, she loves how easy it is to get you wound up

Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she loves having her head between them as she goes down on you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves how you taste and will pull you into a deep kiss that has you both moaning at the taste of you on her lips

D: Dirty Secret 

Finds the idea of someone overhearing you very attractive

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She is and you two have learned different things about yourselves since you started dating

F: Favorite Position 

She doesn’t have one, she just loves having her hands or mouth on you

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Can be a little giggly before or after sex but is mainly serious during sex

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

So so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She doesn’t have an opinion on it, if you gotta get yourself off go for it

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Having people hear you, it boosts her ego

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

She’s not opposed to sex in hotels with your teammates next door or somewhere semi-public like a bar bathroom

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Just kissing her is enough to have her head spinning

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She might like having people hear you but she doesn’t want anyone to actually catch you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving!

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Slow and sensual but sometimes it can be fast yet sensual

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

She’s a fan of them and they happen often

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is if you are!

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for shorter rounds but there are more of them

T: Toys 

You two have a strap that is used sometimes but Martha prefers using her fingers or mouth

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She does tease you but most of her words are more like praise

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

You’re the louder one between the two of you but she can be loud sometimes too

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

During an away trip with the team, you two got lucky and were roomed together and took the opportunity to have sex and you had to keep a hand over your mouth the entire time because of the thin hotel walls

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s more in the middle but can be a bit higher sometimes

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

You both fall asleep pretty quickly after sex

[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 1 - Bonus Post: I know you think about me in the shower [M]

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

A/N: this is a bonus post from Mando's POV

This episode takes place directly after the events of Volume 1: Post 3: Thrilling Tales of Emergency Medicine.

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, 18+ MINORS DNI *NSFW*

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Reader prompt from @hotnmad:

“I didn’t see anything! But your thoughts are…very loud.” “How do you—right," he nods. "No helmet in the fresher.” EEEEEEKKKKKK I WANNAAAAA KNOWWWW I WANT THAT FLASHBACK. PLEASE. LET ME SEE WHAT HE THINKS ABOUT IN THE FRESHER IM BEGGING 😭😭😭

Hod Ha'ran, have mercy, pleaded the Mandalorian. I’m in trouble.

He desperately rubbed at his temples like the kinetic energy might stir something loose in his brain. I’m in so much fucking trouble. 

He’d made it through four months of her living onboard without making a fool of himself. That was, in large part, because he’d decided speaking with her was too risky. It’d only be a matter of time before he blurted out some humiliating observation about how flexible she was while watching her morning stretches. The horror of hearing himself say, 'You can really get that leg up there,' was enough to keep him quiet.

He couldn’t say something stupid if he kept his mouth shut. 

Now, he could not for the life of him remember exactly what, if anything, he had said to her under the haze of Bacta and painkillers.

Which is why he usually grit his teeth and suffered through the pain without meds. Because that shit dissolved every ounce of self-control he possessed. Whatever impulse he felt, he chased. Whatever he wanted, he took.

And he wanted her. 

He was pretty sure that he'd grabbed her.

The sedatives in the Bacta meant his blood pressure was probably too thin to get a hard-on, but he couldn’t be sure.

What he did remember was the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest. Hell, he’d squeezed her so tightly that one of her nipples had actually popped out over the top of her shirt. That would be hard to forget. 

He also remembered her arms wrapped around him. The way she fit perfectly tucked against him. She hadn’t pulled away. 

But he shouldn’t read anything into that. She was being nice because that was her nature. It’s the same comfort she would extend to anyone who almost died in her arms. He’d awoken with one of her pillows propped under his neck and a wool blanket wrapped around him. A tender kindness for someone who had thanked her for saving his life by grabbing at her like some lecherous drunk.

She’s kind to everyone, he reminded himself. She has this immeasurable patience that he couldn’t fathom.

A vision of wet cloth clinging to the generous curves of her breasts teased at him. They were ample, probably more than a handful.

Fucking farrik, you gotta stop thinking about her tits!

Thulani was sweet, but she wasn’t innocent. He liked that about her, too.

She had this self-awareness about the lushness of her body. She knew it influenced the way people perceived her and how they treated her. The Mandalorian had some inkling of what that must be like—he was a walking fetish for a lot of people, after all—so he found it pretty impressive when she used her sexuality to intimidate someone.   

She tried it on him sometimes.

Thank the gods, she couldn’t see his reaction from under the helmet. Though he did feel guilty about her confusion whenever she couldn’t get a read on his response to her flirting.

Not that he’d try to stop her. Every hand she placed on his arm, every coy smile she flashed him, every time she walked around in her tiny shorts that were basically underwear—he enjoyed safely from beneath his view plate.

She liked to flirt with everyone. With the station agent, the merchant selling dumplings, standing in line at the bar. She was just like that. Like starlight. Everywhere she turned to cast her gaze, brightened. She invited anyone and everyone to share in its warmth.

And damnit, she’d been so warm. Her round ass braced against his thigh, the thick curve of her hips pressed into his stomach. Her tits.

The Mandalorian thought back to the first time he'd seen her, crossing each other on the staircase in the lobby of Ingtar's casino. She was climbing them confidently in her ridiculously tall heels. Lifting her face to the ceiling, her body arched, breasts thrust upward like an offering to the gods.

He would probably die, and his last thoughts would be about her tits. They were full and soft but also firm. She could probably smother him between her perfect breasts, and he would die happy. 

Shit, his cock was so hard it ached. He lightly palmed it through the thick canvas of his flight suit. But he was too full, in urgent need of release. There was nothing else for it.

The Mandalorian tossed the pillow and blanket back onto her bedroll and limped toward the fresher. The stitches stung, yet the sharp pain was not enough to dull his desire. He could lock himself inside the holding cell and claim he wanted privacy, except that she would most likely hear and guess what he was doing in there. The noise from the running water and the air vent would obscure the sound of his grunts and heavy breathing.

It felt shameful to jerk off in the shower while she sat about a foot directly above him. She was a woman under his protection, and he’d already crossed some inviolable boundaries by forcing her into his lap. Last time he needed the release, he'd left the ship and rented a room in town...? 

We’re already strapped for cash.

Right. He’d just have to take care of this quickly and do penance for it later. 

By the time he stripped naked and closed himself inside the fresher, his body was trembling. His blood roared in his ears. Had he ever felt this hard before? Was it some side effect of the Bacta? Or was it simply a measure of how much he wanted her?

He reached between his legs to grip the length of his cock and squeezed. 

"Um, Mando—" She shouted from the other side of the stall door. "I know this is super intrusive, but I need to remind you that you can't get your stitches wet. You should rub—wash! Wash yourself with a cloth."

He froze. His hand had been sweeping up and down the expanse of his shaft. There was no way he could respond. His breath was already harsh and uneven.

“There’s a sponge in my shower caddy you can use if you need to…” she offered. “I’m…I’m gonna go back up to the cockpit. We’ll just—ah, wait for you up there.”

Fuck. He stood there for a moment with the head of his cock under his thumb. 

Her sponge? He saw it tucked into the container that hung from the shower head. A real, organic sponge. Large and plush. Like her tits. Looking at it made him laugh. Not even running for her life could curb this woman’s taste for luxury. 

She luxuriated in everything. And he liked that, too. She savored things. 

He remembered growing half a stalk just hearing her moan while she stuffed her mouth full of custard buns.

Her mouth, thought the Mandalorian as his dick throbbed in his hand.

He thought a lot about her mouth, too. 

Right. Let’s be done with this.

He grabbed the sponge. It was still slick with her soap. Something that smelt like flowers and crisp citrus. He wrapped it around his cock and imagined the hot, sticky sheath of her cunt as he entered her.

No—nnngh, he groaned.

Her tits. Instead, he imagined her kneeling between his thighs and thrusting himself between her breasts as she squeezed them together, sliding them up and down his swollen shaft—anngh, unngh. 

And her mouth. She would tuck her chin down to slide those full lips over the head of his cock, lapping at the beads of come she drew from him.

Mmmf—his hand stroked the full length of his erection, no longer languid pulls now, but quickly.  

His chest heaved with each panting breath.

Haa! He jerked faster. Haa! Faster, faster. Haa, aah! He was so close.

He groaned again as the pace of his frantic rhythm increased.

Knowing Thuli, she would probably look him directly in the eyes the whole time she had his cock in her mouth—nnngh!

He pumped relentlessly until, finally, he cried out. He shuddered as each spasm tensed every muscle in his body, his come spurting again and again.

Unngh! Haa, aah, ahh!

All over her sponge. 

Fuck!

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[stxrvel]

and still (3.5)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: the team has a curious discussion.

pairing: bucky barnes f!reader (the don't appear here)

words: less than 1k

warnings: none

note: i picture this like an interlude haha, it's like less than 800 words! really short. i thought i might give you an advance of what's really happening bc??? if you find out quickly what's happening don't tell me, let me live in a bubble where i'm perfect at hiding stuff 😭😭😭. just kidding haha, anyway, hope you all like this mini part! you can know some things about the team coming from this conversation... apart from the elephant in the room, of course. enjoy! 💜

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“There's no one else here but us.”

“We should be more careful, just the same.”

“Everyone wants to tell him, what's the point of being more careful at this point?”

Everyone looked away from the door to stare at Tony Stark's contracted face. The room at that moment seemed too small for what they intended to hide within those four walls.

“We can't make the decision to do this if you don't agree.”

Tony raised his head to look across the room at Steve. His ingrown eyebrows reflected the contradiction he must be carrying inside. The mechanic sighed, the feeling of defeat coursing through his entire body like the current of a river. He felt the same way he had felt the first time they had all had that conversation, when they made a decision that no one agreed with and the sighs of loss lingered for months as if they were in permanent mourning; when they had to refuse to help and still expected someone to help them at some point.

“Tony,” Stephen Strange's voice boomed in the silence, his dark eyes fixed on the man he was addressing. “You're right about one thing, we shouldn't have hidden that from the beginning…”

“But we couldn't break the promise we made,” Natasha interjected, her figure in the middle of the room.

“… However,” Stephen continued, “we can't afford to keep hiding it. It's too dangerous.”

Tony ran his hands over his face, his mood souring much more if possible. Stephen was right, he knew it, everyone knew it, but he couldn't convince his head to understand no matter how much he tried. All his instincts were screaming against that idea, even though it was the right thing to do, even though it was what they had to have done from the beginning.

“If we want to help her, we have to,” Steve added.

Clint was sitting next to him on the table. He had barely uttered a word since he arrived less than ten minutes ago. When he had entered the room, it was so full of shouting and opinions being thrown left and right that he decided to sit in the corner and turn down the volume on the device in his ear. A subdued silence with static reigned in his auditory field, he could still hear the voices of others if he concentrated on what they were saying. But the subject was causing him so much discouragement that he wasn't sure he wanted to understand what they were saying.

And still, from their faces he could understand everything. They were all agreeing to proceed, except Tony. The look of hopelessness he wore and the lack-luster eyes showed his reluctance to accede to the group's requests. Clint wasn't going to say it… but he felt similarly.

“She matters to you, doesn't she?” Stephen turned again to Tony, who with a wary look nodded. “Then you have to know that saying this is the only option we have to find out what's going on.”

Natasha knew Tony was going to give in, the guilt that gnawed at him wasn't going to let him put a life at risk. And still, she understood his dilemma. She had it herself every day she woke up and looked in the mirror, every time she brought up the subject with someone, every time she had to keep her thoughts to herself because it was too dangerous to say it out there out loud. Being on guard and having to be on her toes every moment was wearing her out, and only to find out that it had been in vain in the end. They hadn't won, even if the mission reports said otherwise.

“We're not getting out of this alive,” Tony finally let out.

It was true. They all knew it. Figuratively, it was what they'd all expected. They had been trying to handle it for so long that they were already a ticking time bomb. And still, they always allowed themselves to hope, because there was no way things could get any worse.

“We have to look for the right time,” the mechanic sighed.

Even though they should take that as a victory, every person in the room shuddered. It seemed that a frost had taken over the room and none were prepared for the cold it brought with it. They should feel glad that Tony had agreed to what they intended to do… and still, the feeling of hopelessness and defeat remained in the room, tied to their bones, carved into their minds.

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[clownakai]

Hi there!! I'm so thrilled to hear your thoughts on this topic too! This is actually my first time sending an ask, and since English isn't my first language, please forgive my dry tone or if some of my sentences seem confusing in anyway 😭

Anyway, back to the topic. I only recently learned about the long list of APTX 4869 victims. Previously, I thought the victims were just Haneda Kohji, Amanda, Mary, Shinichi, and Shiho. While it’s true that APTX 4869 was tested on many others, most of them seem to have died (I think?) and Shinichi and Sherry are the only and two latest known survivors of APTX 4869, plus the key point is that Gin and the boss were aware that Shinichi and Sherry were still alive, yet they still gave the drug to Mary. This makes me believe that they didn’t intend for Mary to die either.

About familial genes, I admit my knowledge on that topic is very shallow, and I honestly don't know much about it so I completely agree with your perspective. Also, don’t worry—you understood my points perfectly. I just suck at biology I’m sorry 😭😭😭

As for the idea of ensuring a direct connection to Sherry through family ties, I actually thought the same as you. Sherry is emotionally unpredictable, so it's hard to predict how she might react. And yes, it’s very juicyy that Sherry herself knows that Gin understand her better than anyone else. Let me elaborate:

Gin’s ability to recognize Sherry from a strand of hair or her presence alone suggests he knows her down to the smallest details—possibly even the sound of her breathing. Initially, I thought this detail was exaggerated, but then I remembered how my mom can recognize whose hair is whose in our house. When she sees a messy strand, she scolds me, and I always ask, “How do you know it’s mine?” She’ll respond, “I can just tell!”

This makes me wonder if Gin could have been the person the Boss assigned to care for Sherry when she was young. After all, her parents passed away when she was just born, and her older sister was only about six or seven at the time. The organization likely wouldn't have left the sisters alone to care for each other. Their goal in raising Sherry was for her to continue her parents' research. To achieve that, the organization would’ve needed to carefully nurture her scientific potential. Japan, known for cultivating young geniuses, would likely have had a structured process in place.

The boss would have had to assign Sherry’s upbringing to a highly trusted member. Judging from the personalities of the Organization members we know so far, aside from Vermouth, only Gin stands out as meticulous, calm, and reliable enough for this task. And since the Organization’s priority was her scientific training, teaching Sherry to use weapons or fight wouldn’t have been necessary. An obedient Sherry who couldn’t defend herself would have been easier to control. However, Sherry turned out to be a skilled shooter (as shown in Volume 18, File 178), and it’s likely Gin was the one who trained her. His shooting skills must be on par with Akai’s.

Even as a child, Sherry shows fear whenever she senses the presence of BO. She once mentioned they knew what she looked like as a child. But, interestingly, in similar scenarios, Mouri and Doctor Agasa didn’t immediately recognize Shinichi when he was shrunk. This implies that even if Sherry met some Organization members when she was young, those encounters would have been rare because each member had different missions. Many of them may not have even met her.

From this, it seems that the one person Sherry feared recognizing her child form—the person who had been with her throughout her life and could identify her by a single strand of hair—was Gin.

I hadn’t considered the possibility that Mary and Gin might be siblings, as I remember Mary is about 20 years older than Gin. That’s why I lean more toward the theory that Mary is Gin’s mother. The thought of people speculating about their possible relationship cracks me up every single time—it’s such a wild idea, but it would be entertaining for sure 😂

And also, I’ve often wondered, like you, why Shinichi and Sherry haven’t been caught yet despite the immense risks they’ve taken. It’s important to remember that BO and Gin aren’t our usual murderers (I'd be happy to explain this if you're intrigued ^^). The only and most plausible explanation might lie in Sherry’s antidote.

Thank you so much for discussing these fascinating, brain-exploding theories with me. I’m genuinely happy to share thoughts on many interesting topic. Have a great day!

Hi again anon! Bit of a late reply but yesterday was really busy fjdjgfj

Also, no worries about your English, it's great! And welcome to the non-native speakers gang hell yeah <3333

CW: brief mentions of grooming in general, and implications of SA in regards to Gin and Sherry (whether we like it or not, the subtext is unfortunately there).

I'll admit, I hadn't considered the possibility of Gin being Shiho's sole "caretaker" while she grew up, but considering the fact that (based on what little she lets slip about her life before taking the APTX) it pretty much feels like she may have been meticulously groomed to fill her position as Sherry ever since she was a child, it does kind of make sense that there'd be someone she was "assigned" to.

Gin being the one Shiho is most terrified of, despite the fact that Vermouth is also right there and pretty much seems to have beef with all of the Miyanos (not to say she's not scared of Vermouth, but I'm fairly sure Gin has her beat on Shiho's fear scale), could imply a slew of pretty fucked up things aside from the usual "this guy will hunt traitors down personally and shoot them in the head". Because yes, that's scary, but every codenamed BO member is capable of it. Some of them even take pleasure in killing people, just like Gin seems to.

The fact that Shiho has this visceral of a reaction only when Gin specifically is brought up (or is nearby) could be indicative of much worse things having happened to her when she was young, and although there is no actual confirmation of this (and there will most likely never be), it really can't be denied that the subtext hinting at it exists, whether that's intentional or not.

Alternatively, it could be because she associates with Gin most of her memories as a BO member: as those have been a very taxing 18 years culminating in the loss of her sister (at the hands of Gin himself, even), she may have somehow pushed everything she'd so far repressed onto Gin (if we still operate on the assumption that he either pretty much raised her or was a supervisor she had to spend time with on the regular), hence the spike in fear regarding him only and the disproportionate gap between that and the amount of fear she experiences when detecting other BO members. I'm not quite sure that's possible from a psychological standpoint, but brains are very weird, so maybe it is.

Admittedly, my knowledge of canon information regarding Gin is a bit lacking, so he might really be too young to be Mary's brother (although we do have a 15 years gap between Masumi and Shuuichi, so maybe we could reach 20 with the platinum blonds if we believe in the heart of the cards /silly), but it's just too funny of a possibility for me to completely discard it. I believe in the Cain Instinct Theory <3

Thank you so much for sharing all these thoughts with me! I'd love to hear more— whether through asks or DMs, either is fine with me, but pick whichever you're more comfortable with—, I love yapping about detco as you can probably tell djsjfkdkf

And a great day to you too💚

[deathssunshine]

*Jumin Han and Victor Li cross over Head Cannon*

🤍A cross over of Jumin (mystic messenger) and Victor (Mr love queen's choice)🤍

~Description: I never really saw any fan fics out there of victor and jumin crossing over. I think they would be good friends in all honesty.~

Warning: bad language, two idiots being two idiots, jumin driving 😟 and victor almost dying several times. I tried to be serious for four dot points but ended up failing on the fifth, my shit taste in humor I'm sorry if the jokes are that bad 😭, SOME INFORMATION IS PROBABLY WRONG LMAO

Genre: man I love guys tits, I'm just bored

Word count:

Game: mystic messenger, Mr love queen choice

Pairings: no pairing just them being best friends

Character: Jumin Han and Victor Li

*Victor Li and Jumin Han cross over*

When they first meet it's for business reasons. Let's just say their fathers used to be good friends in university and haven't seen each other since then. They met at LFG for the first time and instantly knew they would get along. They shook hands and introduced themselves "I'm victor Li" "nice to meet you I'm Jumin Han".

From there they would go out to souvenir to get to know each other on the request of their fathers.

Earlier that day victor had made croissants that were still in the oven by the time he got back. He pulled them out of the oven and smiled at how good they looked. He then cut the croissants in half and put the best ham and cheese around and put it between the croissants. He brought the plates out to jumin and asked Mr mills to bring the coffee he had made.

They talked for a bit and jumin really admired victors cooking.

Jumin then went into a 30 minute rant about his cat Elizabeth the third.

"She sheds 3 to 28 strands of fur a minute" Jumin says proudly as he was showing victor shakey images of Elly. "... Why would you even count that? And why are you talking about her as if she is your daughter?" Victor would respond looking at the man as if he were insane. "Well first off, because she's my daughter and second of all, because she's my daught-... That reminds me of a conversation I had awhile ago about making scarves out of cat hair" "fucking what" "I should start looking into that again" "please shut up"

Jumin would then offer to drive (😟) victor somewhere, claiming he saw a nice place in the way to LFG. He would use the car driver Kim was using which was a loan and is great for city roads. At first it wasn't so bad, just a little rusty but not too bad for victor to worry over it. But then he takes a detour and drives off road onto a nature path somehow not crashing the car as he turns on the radio for it to be on a highosh volume where they have to raise their voice for each other to hear. Victor clings on for dear life starting to worry "How did you get your licence!" Victor yells as he thinks of any possible ways to get out. "Oh! It expired actually! Around I don't know.. 2 or 5 years ago?!" "WHAT" Jumin smiles as he turns the radio up even higher. The song playing is free bird specifically the "free bird yeah*guitar solo*" part which is at the very end of the song.

As the guitar solo plays jumin ends up driving off the cliff and they both end up in hospital 🤍

After recovering the two hang out again at the penthouse jumin is staying at. "I don't know anymore victor.. it just feels loose?" Jumin says standing in front of Victor, in only a bathrobe. "Why would your dick feel loose? It's not like it's screwed in. Are you missing a nut or something?" Victor says with a cocky grin. "Maybe.." he says. A nut and screw falls onto the floor then metal dick falls and all they can hear is the metal pipe sound. A rocket then shoots out of the tip and into victor sending him back to the hospital.

They become best friends and victor has this bathroom where they can shit AND arm wrestle at the same time!

How sweet is that!

Their cats would definitely be good friends too. Maybe they might fall in love.

"are you gay?" "Fuck you victor."

Lol thanks for reading -etchartfan

[t0rturedangel]

more david jones x reader fics would be sooo cool op 😭😭 ur the only one ive seen on this app even writing x reader fics for this fandom

｡ ⊹˚. 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 ━

━ PARING :: David Jones x GN !! Reader ━ SUMMARY :: Having been inform of new cops entering your district you decided to go and greet them along with a fresh batch of cookies.

━ WARNINGS :: Swearing

━ FANDOM :: Criminal Case

━ A / N :: Sorry i havent been posting i've been really busy !! here you go though, i'll do the other requests asap. ALSO THIS IS IN 2ND PERSON. Might make this a series and reader is above 18 in this :))

You sighed, staring at the orange glow illuminating your kitchen from the oven. Some friends of yours told you that there were some cops that were visiting the district for a while: trying to keep it safe.

You appreciated that, while Grimsborough was a nice place there seemed to be quite a lot of crime happening since of late, even some petty crimes happening in your part of the city, though something told you that those petty crimes will soon escalate. Right now though you couldn't focus on that, you'll leave that to the cops.

Hearing the ding you smiled and got up from your chair that you placed in front of the oven. Quickly you opened the door and took the tray of the delicious treats, placing it on a cooling rack as you really, REALLY, didn't wanna burn anything. You sat back down onto your chair, waiting patiently, pulling out your phone you scrolled through social media.

Soon enough the cookies had cooled, but they were still warm. " Perfect " you muttered placing the goodies into a box and got up, putting on the most comfortable shoes you owned, getting ready to leave and find the cops. Once you did, get ready you grabbed your belongings which consisted of :: Keys, bag, headphones, phone, cookies. Smiling in a satisficed way you turned and left your dorm / house walking out onto campus.

You tried to ignore all the cheerleaders and Jocks conversing to each other about stupid rumors about your friends, classmates . . . you. Yeah, they loved to talk shit about you and others, but god forbid if someone talks bad about them. While walking you didn't notice the person you were about to bump into and when you did a jumbled of profanities and apologies left your mouth. Stumbling back you stared at the person, who turned out to be one of your classmates :: Tess.

" Oh- shit- Hi Tess! " you smiled at her, Tess was to your knowledge really cool though she was a bit weird as she seemed to be completely obsessed with crime and murder. Tess looked back at you, her annoyed expression turned into a neutral and a somewhat slightly happy one, she returned your smile. " Hello Y/n, have you heard about the police officers that are here ? " She asked, clearly getting excited making you laugh

" Well, yes i have ! Im going to go find them so i can give them some cookies " You kept smiling, Tess's mouth made an 'O' shape before her previous grin returned " Oh? I just saw one of them! over there " she turned behind her and pointed, you looking over her shoulder to see a man, scrolling through his phone :: Clearly not a college student, he had gray-ish brown hair and blue eyes, he was decently tall and didnt seem so bad. You thanked Tess, offering her one of the cookies which she refused to eat, you then left speed walking over to the officer.

" Hey ! Mister- uhh cop ? " You raised your voice to a volume he could here and he did, he turned his head and raised a brow pointing to himself making you nod and speed up. As soon as you reached him you greeted him once more " Hi ! You're one of the cops that came here to protect us, right ? " the guy nodded, a sudden grin appearing on his face " Yes i am, can i help you ? " " Oh well i dont have a crime to report, at least not yet, i came here to welcome you and give you these ! " You shoved the box of sweet treats in his face, waiting for his reaction or respons.

" Wow- really? all this for uh- for me? " he sheepishly grinned, staring at the box which let out a sweet chocolatey smell. You nodded letting him grab the box and shove at least 3 cookies down his throat making you laugh slightly. " I'm Y/n L/n ! Im one of the students here ! " the cop gulped the cookie down and smiled at you. " Im officer David Jones ! " you grinned at him, nodding. His name was basic, which kinda fitted him since he seemed like a basic man.

Just as you were about to speak, the bell rung throughout the scool signaling the start of classes, you groaned looking at the cop. Sighing you smiled and said your goodbyes, getting ready to leave.

" Good bye Officer Jones! I'll see you later, right? "

" Mhm ! "

[petersbaby]

This one is nasty but there’s a twist at the end lol

Pick one: steddie x reader

Warnings: good grief. uhhh. Smut. Pure, absolute smut.

I’m a little insecure about this one and I think I might go to hell for it 😭

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“No, listen, you’ve GOTTA pick.” Eddie implores. He and Steve are having their most common and frequent debate on which one of them has better hair.

You roll your eyes. “No, YOU listen. Both of you have nice hair, I’m not gonna pick one.”

“Okay sure but mine has the fluff factor. Steve has a little volume, sure, but mine is curly and poofy. It’s badass.”

“Dude, ‘poofy’ is not a word and it definitely isn’t badass.” Steve responds back as if the other boy was talking to him.

They were like little kids. Always bickering and trying to make you be the referee.

The next weekend, you were back at Steve’s house with the whole friend group. It wasn’t a party, just a hangout. No one was drinking, just sitting around in the living room eating snacks, talking, watching TV. Your head turns quickly when you hear the front door open.

They were trying to do it quietly, sneakily, but the door made a creaking sound as it opened up and you caught them. The two boys, Eddie and Steve, were giggling like crazy and whispering to eachother. Once they get inside and close the door, coming closer to where you sat at the end of the couch, you ask them where they went and how long they were gone.

“Oh, you know, nowhere..” Steve giggles.

You take a deep breath in. “Okay, nevermind. You went to smoke, I can smell it.”

Steve whispers to Eddie, something about the kitchen and sure enough, that’s where they head. Nobody but you pays much kind to them walking around and being weird, it was the usual. They come back to where everyone is hanging out, can of soda in each boy’s hands.

They plopped down on the large sectional couch, glued by the hip. At least they weren’t bickering, you thought, and continued on watching the movie that was playing on Steve’s parent’s big screen TV with no worries as they were out of town.

-

At some point near the end of the movie, the two brown haired boys snuck up the stairs and presumably into Steve’s room. You didn’t think anything of it or even really notice it. Up there, Steve was pressed up against the door as soon as it shuts behind them, the metal head kissing him feverishly.

Their little grunts filled the air, turning more into moans as time went on, Steve’s hands in Eddie’s hair and Eddie’s hands wrapped around Steve’s neck. Both pulling each other closer, as close as they possibly could until their bodies were rubbing up against each other and Eddie felt Steve’s hard-on pressed into him and they swapped spit in an intense make out session.

Only a few minutes later, Steve was creeping down the stairs to approach you and pull you to the side.

“What??” You question, and he still has the dumb high look on his face.

“Need you to come here, we’ve gotta question for you.” He whispers.

“Let me guess, you want me to settle some kind of stupid little argument you’re having.”

“Maybe. Come on.”

He’s leading you up the stairs by your wrist, as if you don’t already know the way to his bedroom. Once you get in, he locks the door behind you and you confusedly search for Eddie, who’s laying back in the bed and palming at himself lazily through his jeans.

You return your gaze to Steve, who is in a rush to unbuckle his belt clumsily to free his hard on that you hadn’t previously noticed.

“What the fuck-“ you start to question, incredibly confused and flustered.

“Listen. I just need you to say for the record that my cock is nicer than Eddie’s. He thinks his is better, and it’s totally not.”

“Dude, shut up, let her decide.” Eddie chimes in.

“You want me to… what, rate your dicks? This game has gone a little too far.”

“Come on, please…” they both look up at you with desperate eyes as Steve sat down and joined the other boy on his bed.

“Okay, fine, fuck it.” You decide.

They giggle a little more, delighted at your willingness to participate. You can’t just focus on one of them as they’re both hastily attempting to take their pants off at the same time until they’re sat in front of you, bare besides a shirt.

Your eyes go to Eddie, who is stroking himself and looking at you expectantly. Your breath falters, overwhelmed at the sight, a part of him you’d never seen before. Steve notices your attention on the other boy and interjects.

“His only looks big because his hand is small. Here, look.” He reaches over and replaces Eddie’s hand with his own on Eddie’s cock, hands considerably larger.

“Jesus Christ. Is this something normal guys do or is this just part of your weird little bromance?” You struggle in effort to get the words out, all focus on the scene playing out in front of your eyes.

“Nothin’ weird about it, we help each other out.” Steve brings his hand to his own erection,

seemingly painful with how hard it looks. He strokes it a few times, and your eyes dart back and forth between the two of them.

“Well? What do you think?” Eddie asks hopefully.

“I think…. I might have to run some tests before I come to a conclusion.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

You climb onto the bed after kicking your shoes off. “Come, eds.”

The boy scrambles to get closer to you as you lean back and he hovers above. You part your legs, allowing him between them and letting his cock rub against your wet pussy in the process. Only a thin cotton barrier lies between, and Eddie quickly removes it.

“You’re first. Let me see how you feel.”

“Fuck, okay.” He breathes, spitting into his hand to cover his dick with saliva and breaches your entrance, quickly filling you up.

Your eyes clamp shut, overwhelmed at the sensation all happening at once. You feel his breath dangerously close to your face, slightly opening your eyes to close the short distance and find his lips with yours. It was quick, it was frenzied, a little haphazard. He fucked you relentlessly as he allowed you to moan and pant into his mouth.

“Shit, harder, Eddie please.” The sensation is building. It spills over incredibly soon after he speeds up, increasing the force at the same time. Your nails dig into his shoulders and then his back, not remembering at what point his shirt was removed but not caring.

You can’t get the words out before you’re coming all around him and his head falls forward into your shoulder as he feels you squeeze him, focused on forcing himself to not finish yet. You push him away, and he pulls out of you with protest in his eyes but not speaking a word as he falls back on the bed. He slowly starts to squeeze his shaft, up and down with the help of your juices and cum all around his cock to lubricate it.

“Now you, Stevie, wanna feel you too.” And it takes a split second for him to move closer to you, a burst of dominance coming out of thin air that allows him to forcefully flip you over to your stomach. You try your best to arch your back for him but his big hands pressing down on your lower back prevents it.

He starts to slide inside of you from behind, taking it slower than Eddie had. Halfway through his length, you try to push back against him to get more, whining. He grips your ass tightly and pushes the rest of the way in, filling you out deliciously with a little sting, a little stretch. He was desperate to make you cum as soon as possible, sooner and harder than Eddie had.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you up on your knees with legs spread wide for him. When he started to thrust in doggy-style, you could feel him reaching and repeatedly hitting the perfect spot deep inside your pussy that the previous boy didn’t find.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you cried, unable to think about anything but the feeling.

“Fuck, she’s so tight, eds.” He comments to Eddie, and he just nods, watching his friend fail you.

“So big, so perfect,” you praise, trying to breathe in some air as your face was being pushed into the mattress but you didn’t mind.

“Yeah? Am I big, princess? You like it?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Cum for me then, show me how much you like it.”

You buried your face into the bedding again to muffle the moans falling out of your mouth once you fell over the edge, soon also noticing the sensation that you were gushing all over. The fluid leaked and ran all down your legs, your body shaking. After riding through your orgasm, Steve pulls out and flips you over once more.

Eddie comes to kneel next to you, cock hovering over your face as he started to jerk it hard, and you open your mouth wide with your tongue out. Steve stays between your legs, also furiously stroking himself until his hot cum shoots up your torso.

From your lower stomach to your belly button, up to the top of your ribcage, you were painted. Eddie groans, presumably after watching that happen, spilling all over your tongue. You tried to swallow it all down as he gave you more and more until his entire load was done.

-

“Y/N, hey.” You feel a hand on your arm, shaking it gently, and recognize the voice that awoke you to be Steve.

“You fell asleep, are you alright?” He asks, a cold hand pressing against your forehead as though to check for a fever.

“She’s fine, dude. Was probably just tired.” Eddie tells him.

Your eyes come back into focus, looking around at the empty living room and then down at yourself where you’d curled up on the couch and fell asleep on a throw pillow. You grunt as you sit up. “Yeah, was tired. ‘M sorry.” You state, in a sleep filled voice.

“It’s okay, princess. You want me to drive you home or do you want to sleep over here at Steve’s?” Eddie asks you. “I was just about to head out.”

“Wanna stay. Too sleepy.” You lay your head back down, comfortable and not wanting to step outside into the cool air and ride all the way back you your house.

“Alright, take care of her Stevie. I’ll see you guys.” Eddie walks out the door, keys in hand.

Steve takes yours, trying to pull you up off the couch to which your mumble in protest.

“C’mon, let’s get you into bed, then.”

“Nuh-uh.” You sigh, already drifting back to sleep.

“I know what you want. Fine.” He says dramatically, as if you’ve just caused him the biggest inconvenience of his life. He picks you up bridal style and carries you up the stairs. He plops you down on the guest bedroom’s mattress, pulling back the comforter and tucking you in as you continued dreaming.