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pairing: silco x gn!reader. platonic reader & jinx heavily featured. cw: angsty. mildly sexually suggestive. wc: 560 a/n: just a little warm-up to get a feel for things.

Jinx loved you once (you think). Wrapping her arms around your neck, her limbs growing lankier every day it seemed, sighing into your shoulder at some childish inconvenience before grabbing your hands in hers and dragging you to her room to show you something new and fun and dangerous. You were a novelty, a brand new toy fresh out of the box, a doll for her to play with and then toss on the floor when she was bored and restless. But she chose you, often, and her attachment to you became currency, buying you even more favor with Silco than you earned all on your own.

You thought (smugly, stupidly) perhaps one day you’d be his undoing—be the liability he often said you were, muttered as a playful reprimand when he’d pull you into him, bare limbs tangled under silken sheets, hair matted against sweat-dappled skin. You’d kiss his clavicle, run your fingers over his sternum, grin as you’d retort something about always wanting to ruin a man in power and bring him to his knees. And to his knees he’d fall, his breath still ragged and strength waning, and he’d pull you to the edge of the bed and trail his long, slender fingers up your thighs, teasing you with warm breath and a warmer tongue. Perhaps you would be his downfall after all, you’d think as he muttered words of adoration against your skin.

But that would never be.

You weren’t sure when it was that it dawned on Jinx that you didn’t belong to her, exactly—that your presence in her life wasn’t even really about her all. Prying eyes and pricked-up ears and a deep well of sadness in her soul led her to put the pieces together—you weren’t just Silco’s nice friend who came to visit sometimes, not her precious plaything that suddenly took up residence one day. No, no, you were something else—you and the way you’d fall into his lap like it was home, the way your fingertips would so delicately trace his scars, the way his expression would soften when he’d lay eyes on you.

You.

You.

You were danger. You would take, you would ruin, you would build a wall between her and safety and security and love and keep it all for yourself.

And suddenly the warmth in Silco’s touch cooled. He called for you less, found himself away on business more. His words were the same but hollow, dredged of all meaning and left as husks. You still lingered there, even after your things were moved back to your apartment one day without so much as a word—you still draped yourself over him like an ill-fitting coat, trying to extract whatever drops of affection you could, living off the momentary glimmers of melancholy you’d glimpse behind his eyes when he’d glance at you sometimes. He cared for you still, you could feel it, but it was all just out of reach, placed behind glass too thick to break.

Those moments of connection sustained you still, gave you enough to keep you just on the edge of sane, your legs dangling over the precipice as you chided yourself, day after day, for your utter hubris. There was only one who would ever be his undoing, and you were a fool to think it would ever be you.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdLx2BAH/ Brothers. 😭

(clickable link) didn't expect to be emotionally compromised about the donquixote brothers at 8:30 on a monday night but here we are T_T

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Me breaking the law in One Piece: Oh no! I am STEALING! I'd sure HATE for a big dilfy gruff man who doesn't wear a shirt to arrest me! <3

Smoker does not understand why he’s being sent to arrest a petty criminal. The higher-ups that send him are all giggling about it because they’re basically trying to play matchmaker when they see how delightfully persistent you are.

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falling in love with the most obnoxious character like

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It's not normal to send people death threats over fiction 👍

If you're so bothered by a piece of fiction maybe you should go to a therapist and talk about why it bothers you

Not send death threats

Authors and artists are real people, not machines for you to abuse

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his big cock and saggy old man balls have captivated me body and soul

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Shhhh, he just woke up

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“…to me” is one of the most powerful disclaimers we have on here… is this character analysis accurate? debatable. but it’s real… to me.

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being mentally ill is just being fed up with your own shit 24/7 like oh my god are we really going to do this again can I have like one hour of peace just one fucking hour oh my god p l e a s e

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loving a character so much will unlock such vulnerable and cringe parts of you that you try to suppress so bad but you can't like it's so humbling

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jesters are just slutty clowns🤫

😭😭 Putting Hisoka in a shirt with this on it asap

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i am told that im bad at drawing boob so i guess that means i should draw boobs more? but not on here. just another facing left for you

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this is like probably the most milquetoast of takes but: maybe it's just the combo of fandoms and characters i search for, but i find a lot of somno fics really boring because it's all the same premise--character walks in on you while you're sleeping and fingers you/fucks you but only after we describe how they admire how lovely and helpless you are!

and i say this as someone who wrote two shorts with that exact premise! i'm not helping my own cause! i just feel like there are a lot of possibilities with that trope/kink that sort of aren't explored much in some fandoms, in favor of the same schtick that people like enough that it's super common i guess.

can i say something potentially controversial

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can i say something potentially controversial

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wait big bro doflamingo wanting to see u get yourself off (maybe with a pillow, maybe with your fingers, maybe with HIS fingers or thigh?) either way he won't help just wants to watch tells you its good to let him see that him being there will make it feel better....

Doesn’t even make a move to touch you no matter how much you beg and whine, whimpering how much you need him in between telling him how sick he is for wanting to watch you like this. But he tells you it's for your own good--shouldn't he know how you touch yourself so he can do it so, so much better? Of course, he already knows that what you can do with your hands, your pillow, your pathetic little vibrator, is nothing like what he'll do for you--but he needs to make sure you have a good frame of reference first.

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spinning the wheel of blorbos to decide who to try to write a little warm-up about

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mr. lo, at a restaurant dinner table, after we've been discussing hunter x hunter: .....so. do you still wanna fuck the clown, or...?