#which is also what i say to you!! don't worry about if your brainrot or writing is 'good' or 'bad'- if it makes you happy just do it!!

[daegall]

☆ tiny mishap

➷ in which your very protective boyfriend interrogates you about a certain wound you have

pairing: (opla!)bf!zoro x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship!AU

warnings: injuries, booze, mentions of self harm (it is assumed, but false) based off opla!zoro, but has chopper bc chopper <3

word count: 1.5k words

a/n: to my nct audience; LOL SORRY IF THIS CAME UP IN UR FEED AND YOU GOT CONFUSED 😇🙏 currently obssesed over one piece live action dude i physically cannot explain how much i love all the characters :( (esp koby and nami's character development!!!) anw ive been having a major zoro brainrot so :) enjoy!!!

You grumble and keep a hand to your cheek, shoulders slumped and sore, as you walk into the kitchen, in search of someone specific.

Chopper, your trusty nurse and adorable friend, of course. Who else would heal the cut on your face and bruises on your arm?

Hearing a little action going on in the kitchen, you can only assume is your captain Luffy, or Usopp, as they both are food lovers, after all.

"Hey, have you guys seen Chopper anywhe–"

However, once you make it inside the kitchen, you are shocked to see the person you've been avoiding this whole morning.

"Oh," You breathe out. A frown curls on your lips once you realize he's got a bottle of booze wrapped in his hand, bringing it up to his lips as he turns to gaze at you. "Damn it, I thought I hid those..."

Your boyfriend's got a nasty habit of drinking alcohol. Anytime he wanted. Bored? He's either napping, training, or drinking his stupid booze. Tired? Booze. Feeling happy or sad? Stupid booze.

You've been trying to stop him before he becomes 80% alcohol, but he's better at finding it than you are at hiding it.

"Morning," Zoro mumbles, as he puts his bottle down. "tried to hide these just like you've been hiding from me me all day?"

At his words, you look away, taking a step away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Why are you holding your cheek?"

When your eyes flicker back at him, he's got a worried frown, a crease in his eyebrows some might mistake as anger, but you recognize it as care.

He cares for you, and you hate how soft it makes you.

"It's just... cold," You attempt to lie, rubbing at your skin. Bad idea, as you fail to stop your hiss of pain.

Zoro instantly walks towards you, his hands releasing his bottle of beer, and his swords, to raise it to your face. One hand hovers over your uncovered cheek, the other wrapping it's fingers around your wrist gently.

"Show me."

You still, not knowing what to do. You know you're gonna succumb to him anyway, so there's no need to put up a fight, but you can't help how stubborn you are.

So, you don't step away, but you don't lower your hand anyway.

"Y/N," Zoro says sternly.

"It's nothing, I swear, just a tiny... mishap,"

"Then show me,"

Despite his voice being so harsh, and his gaze just as much, you know this is all because he loves you. You can tell by the way his thumb softly runs over your skin, you can tell by the way he steps closer to observe further, you can tell by the way he doesn't force you. He trusts that you trust him, and you hate how it works on you every time.

"Do you at least have any bandages?"

With your tiny voice and small gaze up at him, Zoro knows you've given in.

"You know I always do,"

It's true. With the amount of fights he gets himself into, he has at least 2 packs on him. Also in case you scrape your knee or get a papercut. It's the small things he does that assure you he cares.

He finally releases his grip on your wrist, walking back to pick up his bottle of beer on the counter. Before he can even take a sip, however, you hop onto the counter in front of him, and snatch the bottle, shaking your head.

"It's 10 in the morning." You remind him sternly.

Zoro can't stop the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips, huffing. "Yeah, yeah,"

You know he loves you, he knows you love him too.

It's the tiny things like this that prove it. The way you try to make him a better man, the way you'd instantly take care of his wounds yourself, the way you shush the other crewmembers when he's napping. And unlike you, he loves how soft it makes him.

"Take your hand off now."

Though you have a disapproving look, and grimace, you comply, slowly lowering your hand from your cheek.

You look down at your lap once you hear his sharp intake of air, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Zoro can't take his eyes off the cut on your cheekbone, his heart sinking impossibly quickly, cracking when he sees a bruise right under the cut. "What the fuck happened?"

"It just... happened," You mumble weakly.

"Who did it?" Zoro'a voice, once again, is harsh, but you hear the shake in it, worry.

"...I did,"

You know he takes it the wrong way the next second, considering how you answered him, you would have skipped to conclusions yourself.

"You're harming yourself?!"

You interject immediently, reaching out to grab his wrist, "No! God, no, Zoro,"

You haven't said his name until now, and it still manages to send a wave of warmth over his body. The way you are so quick to reassure him, the way you lean into his warmth, how your skin rubs against his comfortingly, it all warms him inside. He's only ever felt warm with you, which is why he loves you so much.

"Then how did it happen?"

At his question, you frown again, but it's less serious than before, it's more of a pout, if anything.

"It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if you're getting hurt."

"You'll think it's stupid,"

"Our captain is Luffy, whatever you do can't be that bad."

Zoro waits patiently for your answer, taking out the band-aid from his pocket. His eyes shine with anticipation, no longer (that) angry, and you're glad he isn't as worried anymore. You hate making him worry.

"I..." You hesitate for a second, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. You decide that it doesn't matter if he laughs or not in the end, because he won't ever see you differently. He's your Zoro, and he'll always be by your side.

"You know how there was a storm last night?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raise at your words, and he nods silently, gently sticking the band-aid to your cheek. He blows on it, making sure it's secure.

"I fell off my bed and face planted onto the floor,"

At your words, Zoro completely freezes, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw. You can't tell what he's quite feeling, as one, you didn't have the pride to look at him for more than 2 seconds, and two, he remains as emotionless as a rock.

"...Zoro?"

Suddenly, there's a sound. A strange sound that comes from him. It's unfamiliar, but... strangely warm. You come to a conclusion that Roronoa Zoro, your cold, stoic boyfriend, is laughing. He's laughing with his whole heart, eyes squinting as he finally smiles, the prettiest, most precious smile you have ever seen.

Zoro's forehead lands on your shoulder as he continues, an arm wrapping around your waist to secure you in place.

"Roronoa Zoro are you laughing at me?"

"N-no–" He snorts. How dare he lie to your face.

Although he did flat out lie to your face, it's endearing. His laugh and smile is new, comforting, and you swear your could listen to it your whole life and not complain.

"I-I'm not laughing at you, I promise!"

"Doesn't look like it," You huff out with a grumble, facing away from, attempting to hide the shy smile curling on your lips.

"N-nooo!" Zoro chuckles. A sudden warm feeling envelops not only your chin, but your whole entire being, as Zoro tilts your head back to him, your heart almost stopping at the sight of his charming grin.

He's grinning.

And it's all because of you.

You have to admit, you're proud of yourself.

"You're just... too adorable,"

"Roronoa Zoro, you're flirting with me now?!"

"Shhh!" He shushes you, though its playful, and loving, placing his index finger on your smiley lips.

You two sit there, alone and together, for minutes on end, unable to let the moment become a memory. Zoro resumes with patching you up, caressing the bruises on your arm comfortingly.

It's moments like these that make you realize just how special you are to Zoro, and just how special he is to you, because who else on planet earth would be able to get him to laugh thay hard, grin that much, and love you that much?

You'd crash into the floor a million times if it meant seeing Zoro's smile, you'd admit to any embarassing moment, if it meant having to hear his melodious laugh.

"You know," He breaks the peaceful silence, causing you to grow concious of how you were staring at him. To be fair, the both of you don't mind staring at each other. What's there to hide? You love him, he loves you.

"you could come nap with me if you want. I could keep you anchored to the bed so you don't fall out again."

Considering how much he valued his hours of sleep, and alone time, this is something big he asks you of, and you feel a sweet warmth stirr in you.

This time, you don't grow shy, or snarl at his sarcastic remark. Rather, you grin at your lover, reaching up to pinch his chin playfully. "You'd like that, huh?"

"Don't say you wouldn't,"

"And if I drag you down with me?"

Zoro shrugs, ruffling your bed-head. "We'll both get to laugh and patch each other up."

You reach up to peck his cheek, before hopping off the counter. "I'll take you up on that someday,"

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro imagines #zoro imagines #one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro live action #zoro live action

[hwangyu]

slipping up with beomgyu

pairing; choi beomgyu x fem reader

warnings; pregnancy sex, daddy kink, gyu calls reader pretty girl and also refers to himself as daddy ... i think that's it ! is this cringe? 😭 18+ minors do not interact or else it's the block

wc; 635

being pregnant made you form the habit of referring to beomgyu as daddy to the little one in your tummy. "that's your daddy, isn't it?" or "your daddy loves you so much." and so on. you did it a lot. maybe too much, but your husband seemed to eat it up every time and it's not like he didn't refer to you as mommy to your guys' baby as well.

despite your habit, when you were talking to him directly, you never seemed to have a problem. most of the time. maybe you've slipped up here and there, but it's only been once or twice.

you definitely never expected to slip up in bed.

you were underneath him, hair splayed out on the bed and his hands wrapped around your wrist, keeping them above your head as he slammed his cock into you. beomgyu let out a breathy laugh, "that's my pretty girl, feels good, doesn't it?"

you moaned softly, "yes…yes, feels so good." you babbled. "please, please don't stop. tell me you won't stop…"

beomgyu cooed at you. oh, how cute you were when he fucked you like this, how cute you always were. "don't worry, sweetie, i'm not gonna stop. you're so gorgeous, aren't you? drooling and all…" he pointed out, taking one hand off your wrist to run his thumb along your bottom lip. "my cock's just that good, huh?"

you spread your legs open a little wider as he continued to fuck into you, letting out a choked moan and occasional whimper every time he thrusted back into you. you could only moan his name, unable to find the energy to form any coherent words, too focused on the way beomgyu was talking to you and fucking you.

"daddy," you whined and it took you a second to long to realize what you had let out and your eyes widened and his thrusts slowed down while a smirk grew on his face. your chest started to heave and your brows upturned, "n-no…i didn't— 'm sorry-"

"oh, yeah?" beomgyu cut you off, leaning down into your face so close you thought you were going to explode. "i'm your daddy now, am i?"

you shook your head, still mortified. yet, you clenched around him which only elicited another laugh from him. "please! it slipped, please, don't tease, c'mon…"

"no, it's alright, baby." he reassured you, running his hand down your side, "it's okay. you don't hear me complaining, do you?" beomgyu rhetorically asked before he slowly started to move his hips again. "daddy'll keep making you feel real good, won't he?"

you let out another whine, this time louder, squirming slightly and he snapped his hand to your hips, digging into nails into your skin. continuing to slowly fuck into you, he fell silent for a short second before he spoke again when he realized you weren't. "answer me, pretty. that was a question."

"ohhh, please." you cried and in response he lightly scratched at your skin, "i told you to answer me, baby. listen to your daddy like the good girl you are, okay?" oh, the way he kept teasing you like that, you almost actually wanted to cry. you were sure your face was incredibly red.

weakly, you nodded, "yes, h-he will, yes…" you mumbled—thankfully, that was enough to satisfy him and his slow pace got relatively faster. "that's right. daddy's gonna make you cum all over his cock." beomgyu added and finally returned the pace he was at previously, before your little slip up.

it was safe to say you came hard and you wondered if he came even harder. it was also safe to say he kept teasing you about it afterwards. not to mention he made you promise to use it again sometime too, and who were you to deny him?

a/n; i think ab this scenario a loooot guys .... 😔😔😔perpetual brainrot !!!

#txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #choi beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu scenario #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt scenarios

[vagabond-umlaut]

paper planes

brother to fushiguro tsumiki. (unofficially adopted) son to gojo satoru and you. nephew to a host of sorcerer uncles and aunts. (unwilling) assistant to the white-haired idiot. and, finally, ringbearer at your and gojo's still-undetermined wedding.

one teeny-tiny boy with one too many identity is what fushiguro megumi is - until he isn't. with lots and lots of sniffles and sniggers...

▸ gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; alternate universe happy for everyone except toji lovers (sorry ＞︿＜)

▸ two fics in a week, wow. guess this is what is called a brainrot, huh? read this post by @/mintmatcha on tumblr and started writing this lol. but the plot of this story is miles, tons, eons away from that post, i swear. also, this fic is set in the same universe as blue hawaii but you need not read that first to read this. treat this as a stand-alone if you wanna! 😊 anyways, gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"yeah, yeah, i've got it all planned."

a discreet eye roll is all megumi gives as he goes through the menu card in his hands. a little distance away, he can spy tsumiki and you seated at a table, you tying his sister's long hair into braids while the latter laughs, probably at a joke you cracked.

a tiny smile rests on the little boy's face at the sight - which vanishes when he feels a large hand tousle his hair. you had spent hours and hours righting his hair into a proper shape; why must this idiot always mess everything up?

megumi looks up to find his guardian looking down at him with a shit-eating grin; though he can clearly see the nerves it's covering.

idiot.

phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder, gojo mutters a "one sec, suguru," and crouches down to the boy's eye level. the latter gives back an unimpressed stare.

"decided what you wanna have, 'gumi? remember mom and sis there asked you to choose for them today."

megumi feels an urge to say you two aren't his real parents - but stamps it down instantly. the both of you have been as good as real parents can be to their kids - or maybe even better. the boy has read books, watched movies and listened to his classmates talk about their families; the tiny urchin-head knows.

with a huff, he points at the double chicken fillet burger box - it's tsumiki's favourite and you too don't seem to dislike it. with a nod, gojo rises and placing his orders, returns to the call, beaming expression again directed at megumi.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry, man," he speaks into the phone, then drops his volume to a mere whisper, "'my little kiddo here is a born actor. he remembers the entire plan, step by step - don't you, buddy?"

megumi gives an imperceptible nod, itching back to get back to the table. he already would have - needless to say, the little munchkin prefers your company to gojo's, way way more - but their orders have not been delivered yet and the boy promised to be-

a little tap on the shoulder draws him from his musings and he cranes his neck up to find gojo frowning. "no, megumi didn't want to discuss the plan with me before leaving. no, he doesn't like you better- hey," the man looks at him, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose revealing his indignant gaze, "you wanna discuss with uncle suguru one last time?"

an indifferent shrug is all the reply he gives.

while uncle suguru isn't the best uncle he has, he isn't the worst either. the others are- oh, wait. the others include uncle kento and uncle yu. they are literal angels compared to him. so... maybe... he is the worst... never mind. it's too late to back out anyways.

grumbling, gojo hands him the phone. "hello uncle," megumi greets just like you and tsumiki have taught him to. the man behind mutters something along the lines of ''traitor" or something; the boy pays him no mind.

"hey champ," the voice floats over the line, pleasant, kind and the way people talk to babbling babies. megumi's bored face turns irritated. "let's discuss the semantics one last time before boarding your flight, okay?"

"yeah, okay," megumi says, and casting a sideways glance at his bundle-of-nerves guardian, continues, "we're going to reykjavik," he looks at gojo, silently asking if he pronounced it correctly. the man sends him a thumbs-up with an encouraging grin.

the kid continues, "the plane will land at noon day after tomorrow, which is mom's birthday. first, we will go to the hotel. then, after resting, in the evening, we will head out in a car to watch the northern lights. and then-"

"-when it's the right moment, your dad will pop the question to your mom and you'll click the camera. got it, mr. future ringbearer?" finishing the rest of the sentence for him, the man at the other end asks, sounds of pans clacking and food sizzling in the background. nana-chan and mimi-chan must have woken up.

megumi nods. "yeah, got it, mr. future best man."

a chuckle comes in response to his comment. "you're a lot like your mom, y'know?"

"yeah," he mumbles, waving back to you and tsumiki, a little smile on his otherwise-impassive-but-always-adorable face, "i know."

"good," the man says, then pauses when a loud crash booms through the air and through the phone, a set of two wailing voices following it not soon after. megumi can quite literally picture the wincing frown his uncle is wearing as he says the next words in a hurry, "okay, 'gumi. talk to you later. bye, and best of luck! satoru's counting on his little assistant."

"yeah, thanks," he responds but is too late - the call is already cut by then.

giving the phone back to gojo, who's tapping his sneakers-clad feet on the floor, he looks back ahead, wondering when the hell heck their token number will be displayed and when they will get their food.

to the kid's great relief, it doesn't take a lot of time.

before long, the four of you are seated around the table, gojo stealing a sip from your drink and you stealing fries from him, all the while tsumiki giggles loudly at your antics. megumi smiles, before he hides it behind the burger which he takes a bite from.

the four of you really look like a family, don't you?

"hey, guys, can i have your attention for a sec, please?" your sudden question startles him from his mind. the boy turns to find you with your usual grin, albeit a smidgen of anxiety can be found in the way your fingers drum on the table.

megumi shares a look with tsumiki and gojo. they look as confused as he feels. "do i have your attention, people?" you ask again, manner growing a tad solemn unlike your usual, though the affection is still evident in your tone.

gojo and tsumiki nod immediately. you turn to him, gently smiling, "can i have your attention too, 'gumi? please?"

the boy nods his head instantly. "yeah, yeah. sure," he replies, scooting his chair closer to yours. you send him a relieved smile. "good, 'cause what i'm going to say next is very important. so, listen to me carefully, 'kay?"

all three of them are eager to nod in affirmation and anticipation.

scouring through your backpack, you retrieve a couple of pretty important-looking papers, and placing them back on the table, clasp your hands atop them. the kid spots gojo shoot you a worried look to which you respond with a reassuring smile.

the man's frown fades a little.

gaze now darting from one kid to another, you begin, "you two know, right, we love you very much?"

"yeah!" tsumiki exclaims, but is quick to fall silent when megumi shoots her a glare. you proceed, lips pressing into a thin line, "but we cannot adopt you two, in spite of how much all us want it to happen. we tried to, many, many times. but those higher-ups just won't let us do that."

a second passes - one wherein his young brain registers your words - before, lower lip wobbling, the boy casts his gaze down upon his light-up sneakers.

is this where you'll say he'll be sent to those zen'ins? away from his sister? away from you and gojo? away from all his uncles, aunts, nana-chan and mimi-chan?

megumi feels a hand card through his locks gently. looking up, he finds you with a soft smile. "but the thing is 'toru and i didn't let them defeat our purpose. we thought, you two can choose to be my clan's wards. not 'toru's, because of fucking - sorry, please forget i said that word - i meant, idiotic clan politics. so, what do you think?"

megumi turns to his sister, a pensive look plastered on her face the way it is on his. gojo adds, a tender smile in place of his usual stupid grin, "no pressure, kids. the both of us won't love you two any less and will be equally fine in case you choose not to."

"you guys can take how much ever time you need to think. there's no hurry," megumi hears you say, your warm hand rubbing circles on his back, as he turns back to his half-eaten burger.

a long moment passes.

passengers enter the cafeteria, they leave the cafeteria. the four of you remain seated, quietly munching on your food.

the boy finally removes his gaze from his now-empty tray and sends an inquiring, confused, hopeful look to his sister. tsumiki smiles back with a tiny nod. the little kid feels his heart burst with joy.

"we want to," the two of them answer in unison, and within a fraction of a second, megumi finds himself swept up in a warm hug alongside his sister, by you. "thank you for giving me, for giving us a chance," he hears you mutter quietly in a tear-choked voice. the boy simply pats your back the way you do to him. he soon feels another set of arms wrap around the three of you.

megumi thinks he has never felt happier or safer than in this moment.

a while passes with the four of you in this manner, enwrapped in an embrace, before you all finally pull away from each other.

the boy returns to his seat, rubbing his eyes. a minute passes in composing all of yourselves before you state, munching on another fry, "so, step one, including tsumiki and megumi into my legal family is done and successful. thank you, my loves."

tsumiki beams back at you; megumi returns a tiny smile. you grin at them - which, the kid watches, turns slyer as you switch your focus to your boyfriend.

the little boy stares at you, then stifles a snicker - he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what's gonna happen next. his gut instincts are rarely wrong, after all.

"but, 'toru..." you drawl, grin giving way to a smirk as gojo smiles back - perplexed but loving all the same. "for the step two, making you my legal family too, guess i need to wait to say 'yes' until the northern lights viewing two days later... don't i?"

a beat passes, then another, and another.

a loud gasp sounds from tsumiki. megumi turns to his dad - who's gaping wide-eyed at his mom now, the man's face whiter than his ugly hair - and smirks. just like the imp the goggles-wearing idiot always calls him at home, despite you repeatedly telling him not to.

gojo looks back at him, shock written on, engraved into his features.

"though i didn't really help you propose, i'm still the ringbearer, right?"

▸ masterlist

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk fics #jjk imagines #gojo drabbles #gojo fics #gojo imagines #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kit posts 📝

[prettyboykatsuki]

how do you reconcile with writing smut about characters who are canonically minors? i’m not trying to attack you or try to change your mind or anything, so sorry if my question reads that way. i’m just genuinely curious 😭

no worries!! this is asked respectfully so i dont mind answering even tho i usually just delete stuff abt this now

idk really know how to answer your question i have not reiterated many times. but like. i want you to really consider your own way of asking this to me critically. like what would i have to "reconcile" with exactly? them being minors in canon?

for me personally there's nothing to reconcile with. i feel no guilt or shame or remorse about aging up characters. or just like wanting to fuck them. or really anything i write in fiction at all, point blank - should i choose to explore it. like there's not crime i've committed other than being horny about some shit i made up, upon the basis some shit another guy made up.

partially this is bc characters in fictions are concepts. they're objects, thoughts, ideas. no matter how brainrotted i am about them, they don't live in material reality. im not harming them because they don't exist. outside of my phone and computer they are not real. harrowing myself with guilt over something that does not even exist is kind of insane. this applies to everything.

you can feel personal discomfort over aging up for yourself, but the reality is no actual minors are harmed in the process of me writing porn about anime characters. bakugou is lines on paper. i am allowed to cut him out like a barbie doll and play with him however i like. he doesn't get a say in that because he is fake lol.

there's like idk. all sorts of nuance to this and if you are respectfully curious im happy to talk to you about it. but they're just not real. no one is hurt in me writing this. so it doesn't matter to me at all. i would never hurt another person because of what im interested in fictionally, either. i have spent too many years becoming a decent human being to wonder about that

nothing i do in the fictional space is of any relevance to who i am, except for what things might cause genuine harm to another living breathing person. i write a lot of dark content in my smut also but

a lot of my content also while being dark, does not specifically deal with sensitive social issues so no one is hurt in that way either. i have enough confidence in my critical understanding of the world to write what i do understand to my ability. i mostly write about noncon and dubcon and yandere, all of which are personal violations and not social ones (OVERSIMPLIFYING THERE A LOT). i sometimes do write about social taboos of course but not whats outside of my ability

all in all its like. i dont know what i'd feel guilty over. no one is hurt and i have no intent to harm. nothing matters outside of that

#return to sender

[amelie-isnt-french]

I'll bite.

I need to know about the red string conspiracy doc.

Sounds very fun

I have been WAITING for this. Get ready for the combined brainrot of @alice-apparently and I, you poor soul. Now, listen up, 'cause we’ve got a labrynthine twisted task of a tale to tell, and if you don’t keep up, you might get lost :)

And obviously: spoilers for tmagp. don't keep reading if you're behind 🫵🏼

First things first: anyone currently descending into paranoia? we're already there, poster children of paranoia-land, that's us. May I present the title of the wonderful conspiracy doc -

There's also a TMA conspiracy doc Ali made, fully colour- episode- and entity-coordinated. It's like 24k words and not even fully done. don't worry about it.

Which is why we're going to be super normal and low-key about the Protocol red string doc right?

of course.

As you can see above, our collaboration relies on Ali's colour coding and her making nice, structured observations of possibly important things, while I provide the Latin and cheer her on. Balance is important in a marriage.

Also included in this all-round package: character info, quotes, etc.

I've since moved on from my "Gwen is evil" theory because I simply love socially awkward, abrasive characters who are good at their job a little too much (nervously shuffles Jonathan Sims, the Archivist, further behind my back). Still the hottest bitch at the OIAR, don't @ me.

Also also, in this house we love Alice Dyer and don't trust her any further than we can throw her. what is UP with all your comments Alice? What do you know???

Anyway.

But Ames, you say, didn't you promise quotes? I did, and I'll do you one better: tmagp quotes with additional obnoxious commentary from yours truly and Ali

If you'd like to see Ali lose her shit over the red canary implications (which I fully support), hop over to her tumblr @alice-apparently and give it a read. It's delightful.

Right. Moving on from the random screenshots. Basic outline of part one of the paranoia board is a section for every episode. Ali is listening to ep7 as I write this and having a great time (not), so there's not much in the ep7 section, except for this:

Thoughts and prayers, love, thoughts and prayers.

And FINALLY, my favourite section.

This is the speculation part, time line puzzle and colour coding reference, but my current favourite is this:

She's trying to reverse-engineer the case coding in tmagp, a noble cause. Godspeed, Ali, bc that is too many numbers for my silly little brain. I only excel at criticising stupid horror protagonists aka Personal Screening:

That's all for now.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, and to send you all off, one last silly comment from me to you and the universe:

Bye!

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #red string conspiracy doc #attention ali #first shift #personal screening #alice dyer #sam khalid #gwendolyn bouchard #colin becher #tma jmart #jonmartin #spoilers #tmagp spoilers

[girlsrawesome64]

maybe könig with a super innocent/sweet reader? like he finds them adorable but also worries for their naive nature?

W *infantilization, stranger to reader sexual harassment mention, dubiously healthy relationship, nonsexual ddlg vibes kindaa, low-key violent/anger issues konig (to others: alcohol inspired defensive violence, threats, armlock) bf!König, unfinished, abrupt end, unsettling nonsexual purity infatuation, dying dove actually idk feels weird☝️

YESSSS GOOD IDEA This ones a lil messy i apologize i got brainrot, couldn't stop and couldn't remember anything xd there's so many more points i wanted to hit but now im just dizzy /j TYSM FOR THE AASKKKK <3 :DD

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♡︎. You always made him smile. A stupid crooked grin under his mask, eyes giddy with knowing, satisfied joy whenever you do something nice for him- which felt like a lot. You never seem to realize just how naturally, deeply your sincere actions hold meaning. Just how beautiful you are in every sense.

He always scans your face, and you're looking at him wondering why he's got that smug look whenever he takes the sight of you in after you do something that just comes naturally/doesn't seem like that big of a deal to you. Of course you'd do that for him..? You're literally perfect and you don't even know it. He can't quite verbalize the exact thought, so he eases your worries instead by stroking your hair, saying many thank-yous and asking about your day.

Or, when he can't quite take it and he jumps you with kisses everywhere and confident praise instead whilst you confusedly smile and wonder what you did to get all this all of a sudden, which just eggs him on harder.

Or hugging you from behind and dragging you back onto the bed or sofa to lay on him, squeezing your waist and giving a kiss to the side of your face with an exhausted sigh because you're too cute and it hurts.

♡︎. He's always a human barrier between you and the rest of the world when you go out. It's not like you're stupid, but restricted processing abilities can be a bitch, and he just always has a close eye out for you. Or if he doesn't, coz he's not a cop, he instinctively snaps to you at the first indication of something.

A general practiced distrust makes him sour, snarky and vigilant to stranger third parties. Blatantly putting himself between you and tricky guilt-trippy street/seller/creepy scams. His appearance and general passive-aggressively 'friendly' demeanour is usually enough to get them to fuck off, but shouting or even threatening people comes equally as natural.

Sometimes he gets into it a little too much, breathing heavier, stinking of drink as an anything but playful grin twitched at the corner of his lips, bumping chest to chest- well, more like chest to neck- of someone you didn't quite clock was sexually harassing you before. You know, despite the fucked up circumstances, he'd missed this. He thinks they'd be a more than deserving subject to alleviate some frustration. Come on, reap your reward. Just swing first so he wouldn't look as bad for immediately slamming and pinning their pathetic, unqualified self into the bar, muttering coldly in their ear new instructions. To obviously not fucking touch you, anyone for that matter, and- while we're at it, hey, why don't they do a little dance? No, he's not carrying anything, that's so silly. Just, does it feel good when he bends their arm back a little more the wrong way? Ah- he didn't think so.

When you drone back at him later, eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion at the hostility to this random innocent person- he'd sigh deep in apology, sitting down to your level. His expression was sincere as he eased you into letting him hold your hands as he explained. He knew you were your own person, it was just… there was no way in hell that wasn't what it looked like.

♡︎. Fucking adores you. You are his queen/king. Almost subconsciously keeps you as close as possible. Naturally tends to end up with you in his lap, a casual arm over your middle even if he's using his computer or doing something else tricky. Brows furrowed in focus and you objectively making it harder, but stubborn and no doubt in his expression that that's where you should be.

Or when you're out, he always seems to be holding your hand, rubbing circles to keep the touch entertaining, distracting from the fact that he's trying to keep track of you as closely as possible. If you're sitting with acquaintances, or something like that, he'd encourage you onto his lap, even though it might seem a bit weird to onlookers.

In that same vein of protective-to-posessive pipeline of touch, he loves to carry you. Hugs around your waist; playfully, gently but firmly throwing you over his shoulder

♡︎. Sometimes scolds you and picks you up.

♡︎. Your selflessness is admirable and unfathomable for him. From habit he's not a big crier, but when he's had a long day or is a couple drinks in sometimes it's over you. You're just so cute. And perfect. His perfect, perfect thing. It kinda stresses him out that he needs to keep you well.

Perpetual soft spot for people like you. He decides to return the favour. Lacking the retrospective emotional intelligence to figure out why exactly, but has an instinctual allegiance/affection from other genuinely nice girls like from his otherwise difficult school days.

♡︎. You both get weird looks when you introduce each-other as your s/os, double-taking that the sweetest person in the world was on the arm of a cocky, blunt military vet and vice versa.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #konig #könig #cod x reader #64sshit

[tartigglez]

"i'm here now, aren't i?

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff/hurt-comfort??

word count: 1.6k (i got carried away)

tags: diluc is our mr darknight hero, soft hours, diluc gets wounded :( but its fine u can take care of him, many kiss, such cuddle, shy diluc at the end bc i have brainrot gonna be honest

tw/cw: descripton of blades (swords), brief description of cuts/wounds + treating them, scars, reader is alone at night (idk if this is worth mentioning but better safe than sorry), diluc carries reader in some positions that would be considered sorta feminine????, insomnia (?), lmk if i missed any

a/n: FINALLY DILUC! gotta say, i love the graphics for this sm, i feel like i did a rlly good job (giving myself credit bc they're pretty). i love soft boi diluc and intend to write for him more ngl, anyways, enjoy!

a wet, stormy night at dawn winery proved to be the reason for your lack of sleep. the sounds of the thunder and lightning clattering outside, accompanied by the drumming of the rain on the window were so loud that they tried to take priority in your mind. however, the only thing you could bring yourself to think about was your lover, all alone, in the cold. 

the empty space in the bed next to you, the lack of his presence, the ominously daunting weather outside. these things all worried you. 

what if he got hurt? 

what if something was wrong? 

what if…?

don't think about it. don’t. 

you knew that you wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon, so you got out of bed, putting on the bathrobe which was hanging on the wardrobe door, and brought yourself to the sitting room, perhaps to distract yourself with a book? but in reality you were just going down there to wait for him. 

so you waited

first 10 minutes

then 30 minutes

then an hour

then decided that enough was enough

you could defend yourself in combat, you could wield a weapon, and you would do anything to know that diluc was okay. 

and so you found yourself back in your bedroom, in the wardrobe, looking for the longsword he told you he had left in there for emergencies. 

the blade was sharp, and glinted silver in the light. the handle was encrusted with what you could only assume were rubies, and so you concluded that this sword must have costed diluc a significant amount of money. 

you lifted the sword from its case, sheathed it, and then you realised the weight of the weapon, which wasn’t exactly the lightest, to say the least. 

you left the winery, still in pyjamas, your bathrobe having been replaced with a jacket, quietly closing the front door to your home as to not awaken any of the staff who also lived there. 

if you were going to be quite honest with yourself you weren't sure where exactly you were going, but you just began walking down the path…

the night was eerie. the cold, windy air hit your cheeks as you moved slowly away from the winery. it wasn't shortly after you began your walk that you heard a sound. an immediate response of adrenaline came to you, and so you drew your sword, ready to face whatever was coming near you. 

after about ten seconds of standing still and hearing the sound get closer to you, you saw a red light glowing about ten metres away. with your sword still drawn you moved closer to the light, preparing for combat, and the light moved closer to you as well.

within a split second, you realised that the light was that of a pyro vision, the light of his pyro vision. you dropped your weapon on the ground, and he did the same as you ran to him. as if by natural instinct, you jumped into his arms as he wrapped once of them around your waist, and used the other to hold you up. neither of you said anything for a bit, simply holding each other and allowing yourselves, and your heart rates, seemingly, to calm down. after all, you must have startled the man, appearing out of nowhere like that. 

he placed you gently down, back onto your feet as he held your waist with one hand, and placed the other on your cheek. 

the man had a face of pure concern as he looked into your eyes, why would you possibly be out here at this time of night?

his hair was tousled, and his lip had been cut, presumably in some sort of rough battle. not only that, but his shirt had been slightly ripped as well, presumably by some sort of sword, or in this case, a mitachurl axe.  

“have you been injured? are you well? why are you out here?”

these were all things you ought to be saying to him, so why was he so concerned about you? 

“i was worried about you, you were supposed to be home and i-”

“do not worry, all is well, i am here, love”

“you’re hurt”

“surface level injuries dear, please, settle. I’m here now, arent i?” 

“yeah, yeah”

he pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss upon your head. 

“let’s go home, you’re cold.”

and so, without dwelling upon it, you walk hand in hand back in the direction of the winery, coming across the sword you had previously dropped on the ground. you sheathed it once again, and picked it up. diluc let out a light chuckle. 

“you were really that worried about me?”

“what do you mean, of course i was!”

“my dear, a weapon of this size is far too heavy for you to carry, allow me”

“you can’t, you’ve already got your own sword, its too much and you’re injured an-”

he cut you off…

with his lips…

“i'm fine. trust me. i'm more than capable of carrying this sword, its only half the weight of mine”

“hmph, fine. but don't come crying to me later when your back hurts, mister high-and-mighty!”

“very well, sweetheart”

you grabbed his large, calloused hand to lead him back to the winery, and although you wouldn’t see it in the moonlight, a rosy blush dusted itself over his cheeks. archons, he loves you. 

as the pair of you entered the winery once again, diluc placed both his weapon and yours down beside the front door, smiling to himself at the fact that you cared about him this much. it also seems to him that you didn’t notice, the longsword you had gotten out of the closet matched his greatsword, it was simply a smaller version. 

you both enter the sitting room, which is still dimly lit. diluc gestures towards the fire, which immediately relights, due to the skilled use of his pyro vision. 

“you are cold, dearest. i shall move the sofa closer to the fire, and we will sit for a while, yes?”

“luc’, at least let me tend to your wounds first, you're hurt”

the look of concern on your face caused a veil of guilt to loom over him. but he brushed it off, as to not make you feel bad about caring for him so much. 

“fine, but be gentle”

“i will”

and so, you both sat on the soft plush of the sofa, diluc with his shirt off, and you gently caring for the shallow wound slightly above his left pectoral, dabbing it with a damp towel. his skin was covered in battle scars, but it was beautiful, in some way. these were the lengths your lover would go to for the sake of other people, an admirable trait to say the least. 

diluc admired your concentration whilst caring for his wounds, and was slightly surprised when you manoeuvred your body to straddle his lap, only so you could get a better angle to analyse his injuries, of course (definitely not to look at his muscular arms or anything like that). he placed one of his large hands on your thigh, and the other on your waist, as you gently cared for any other wounds on his body. your skin made contact with his as you put your hand on the warm skin of his shoulder to balance yourself. 

“you’re freezing, dear, your hand is so cold”

“hm, i guess i just didn’t warm much since being outside”

“that won’t do”

a gentle heat began to spread through you, from your heart around the rest of you, warming every inch of your body. he had used his vision on you.

“tsk, pyro users”

“i know, right?”

the man was surprisingly chipper, considering the injuries he had sustained. you both laughed, for some unknown reason, at a joke which wasn’t really all that funny, but that’s love for you. and as the light of the fire began to dim, and the pair of you began to tire, he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips.

“shall we go to bed, dear?”

“yes, please! archons- i’m tired”

“i'm sorry, i feel that this is my fault”

“oh it is entirely your fault, mister darknight hero”

“i told you not to call me that”

“and i told you not to stay out too late, no?”

he let out a chuckle, lifting you from your position on the sofa, and carrying you to your shared bedroom, whilst holding you close to his chest. he removed you from his grasp momentarily, placing you on the bed and telling you to get under the covers, just so he could remove the necessary garments to be comfortable for bed.

yawning, he pulled back the duvet and placed his weary body next to yours, quickly moving to bury his head in your chest and wrap his arms and legs around you. your hands moved to his hair out of natural response, gently massaging his scalp as you fiddled with his vermillion locks. 

"i love you, y/n”

“i love you more, luc’” 

you placed a sly kiss to the crown of his head, and he only hid his face from you further out of shyness, whining into the fabric of your pyjamas.

“you’re so cute”

“don't call me that”

“night, cutie”

and so, you both drifted off into slumber, held in each others arms, held in love. 

#FUCK ITS SO CUTE #diluc #dilucatdeeznuts #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #diluc imagines #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heyyy brainrot hope you are resting well from those back to back 12 hours and i have thought about a new scene what about MC bursting into a song out of nowhere and surprising M6 you know like how we randomly think about a song and just starts singing about it.

Bonus points if M6 is the one thinking about the song and MC starts to sing it aloud if you know what i mean

Enjoy your next 24 hours. And have a great week

The Arcana HCs: M6 reacting to MC singing

~ @godslayer143 I know exactly the moment you're talking about - I do this to my family members all the time XD The honorable lobster friend also requested a singing MC, so here this is! - brainrot ~

- opening quotes are canon, from Heart Hunter responses to MC's serenade option -

Julian

"Next time, let's make it a duet! What do you say?"

As previously shown, he's immediately asking to sing along with you. Don't worry, he's very good at duets!

If he knows the song, he can jump right in. If he doesn't, you can teach it to him

Sometimes when Malak hears duets he decides he wants to add some harmony too, which frustrates Julian's attempts at a romantic moment to no end

Doubles his efforts to sing with you in public. You're a few drinks in at the Rowdy Raven? He's starting a drinking song and trying to drag you up on the table to lead everyone in the chorus with him

Sometimes, he just wants to hear your voice without his own ringing in his ears. If you're in the mood for it, he'll tune his vielle to accompany you instead

Having traveled around the world, he's picked up quite a few different songs and he will try to teach them to you. It's okay if you can't get the Nevivon pronunciation right away, he'll coach you

If you start randomly singing the song that's been stuck in his head all day he'll forget his manners and jump right into singing along

Asra

"I've always loved the sound of your voice, MC."

It doesn't matter what they're doing, the sound of you singing is enough to make them drop whatever they're up to and tune out the rest of the world

If you're singing something really energetic or upbeat, he'll be a little faster to shake himself out of it. He'll keep bopping his head along though

If you're singing something slower or more romantic, they'll pull you into a slow dance and encourage you to keep singing

There's one thing he loves to do though, and it's tease. Don't sing anything too heated or he'll take it as his cue to fluster you

Cue increasingly suggestive eye contact as the lyrics get more intense until you cave and use your mouth for kissing instead

They'll never ask or pressure you to sing, but they won't hesitate to mention that you have a beautiful voice if it comes up

If you start singing a song he was thinking of he'll just be quietly surprised (doesn't want to interrupt)

Faust, on the other hand, has also had that song running through her head, and she will let you know: Friend singing? Surprise!

Nadia

"What a bold declaration of affection, MC. I'm impressed."

Let it be known that she only ever sings alone, in the bath, where no one can hear it

However, if you trust her with your voice, she might (might!) trust you with hearing hers one day

She prefers to accompany you on her organ

If you have the slightest interest in training your voice, she will find the best vocal coach for your style and preference possible

In the same vein, she will never pressure you to sing, but she will often request it or maybe suggest that you perform at a palace function. Only if you're up for it, of course, but she has faith in you!

If you get one of her sisters to secretly teach you a childhood favorite of hers from Prakra and surprise her with it she will lose her words

Nobody knows how it happens but Chandra appears within minutes whenever you sing. It doesn't matter how far away she was when you started

If you sing a song she's been thinking of she'll ask you if you have clairvoyance. Don't tell her that she was humming it under her breath all morning

Muriel

"..................."

As suggested, his usual response to hearing you sing is silence

He doesn't want to disturb or interrupt you, he just gives you his attention

Speaking of attention, don't look at him while you're singing. It's too much for him to handle and he'll start trying to sweat out his blush

As overwhelming as it can be for him though, he could listen to you all day. Your voice fits into the trees and the birdsong so perfectly it brings him peace

He may or may not scout out the spots with the best natural acoustics and regularly take you there

He has a deep, rumbly voice that he refuses to sing with, but there is one exception to this rule. Ask him to be your drone

If you can find a peaceful song that harmonizes perfectly with a sustained note, pitch it low enough to be comfortable for him, and ask him to sing it where nobody else can see or hear him, he'll do it

And he will sound incredible

Inanna, on the other hand, will become as playful and affectionate as a pup if you sing something upbeat enough

Portia

"I didn't know you could sing like that, MC! What else are you hiding from me?"

Starts asking you about all the songs you know. Can you do magic with singing? Have you learned any in an ancient or forbidden language? Oh ... right, of course, you don't remember

Determined to help you start building your own repertoire. She'll bring you plenty of songbooks from the Palace library

She's also spent plenty of time on several ships, and is quite fond of ballads herself. She'll teach you everything she knows so you two can sing together!

She'll also learn new singing styles with you on ambassador trips, if she can make the time (which she will)

You are going to learn so many sea shanties

Portia might even try to compose a few ballads with you, about your shared story

Singing softly to her will help her relax so quickly after a stressful day. Just start humming and she'll breathe easier

Pepi is quite vocal herself. Sometimes she'll perch close by and give you a series of long, drawn-out meows for you to harmonize with

If you sing something Portia's already thinking of she'll bluescreen

Lucio

"That was good, but check this out! AHEM-"

Now then, we all know that beauty is in the eye (or ear) of the beholder. Lucio's voice may sound gorgeous to you

But to everyone else, he is canonically tone-deaf with an "overdone theatre voice". If you're in any building not belonging to you or a close friend he will mostly likely get kicked out if you let him sing

He likes your voice very much though, and will ask you to sing for him all the time. Especially on travel-heavy days

He learns the hard way not to ask you to sing while hiking, after the times you got dizzy and out of breath at high altitudes

Mercedes and Melchior will get uncharacteristically calm when you sing. Their tails will wag slowly and they'll trot along in a happy, peaceful state

Lucio's singing has the opposite effect. They will howl along as loudly as their doggy lungs let them, sprinting frantically around and crashing into everything in their paths

Lucio has wondered if the calming effect of your singing would work on magical beasts. He was surprised when it didn't

Sing the song he was thinking of and he's belting it out with you, no holds barred

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[erabu-san]

IDK if someone want to read my Fremillei Brainrot but... here.

FREMILLEI TALKING, watching landscape ( ANGST A BIT (dont worry it ends well) it is not a fanfic bcuz lol i am so bad at writing (if it is not in french)

**CW : self depreciation**

**SLIGHT SPOIL : FREMINET BACKSTORY**

FORGIVE MY POOR ENGLISH BYEEE

Freminet suddenly being pessimist about himself, saying how he can only bring disappointment

"Don't say that !"

Collei shouting a bit fierce, which made Freminet jumping a bit

"You are also have your own strenght-"

He already heard those speech from his big sister but... it sounded different from Collei's mouth

"Look ! You can repare machine, you create toys... that's amazing ! Not everyone can do that ! In Sumeru, we could hire you in Kshahrewar Darshan... Freminet, you are amazing ! You can also diving, fishing..."

Freminet didn't know what to say, he is always gloomy.. "I am sorry Collei... you are just- amazing... compared to me I-"

"Please don't say that.."

Collei looks down.

Freminet suddenly felt guilty

"I am also like you, Freminet" her voice trembling

The young man was perplexed, but too scared to offense, he stayed in silent and just listen

"I feel terrible toward myself. Look, I am slow-learning, it still hard for me to read and write. I made a lot of mistake, I felt miserable... I am so scared to fail, I am so anxious when it comes people expectation... and my dark past growing back, my mind becomes weak and it is overwhelming... and sometime I can't resist them.. it hurts everywhere... it is like..." she stopped. She looked at the sky, trying to not cry. And after her pause, she turned her face to Freminet, with a smile but a broken voice

"It is like I am drowning."

Oh. Those words... that's exactly how he felt too. Those words resonated in him.

"I.. I stopped to trust people ! I hated my mother for giving me up. I hated everyone. But more than hating everyone, I hated myself..."

Freminet couldn't help to think about his mother.. when he didn't know the truth, did he hate her ? Did he hate the orphenage before "Father" took it..? Now he mature a bit, the only person he hate is... himself.

By this thought, he clenched his fist.

Collei took a deep breath and shouted

"BUT LIFE KEEPS GOING"

Freminet startled for a second time

"I met friends... family ! Who are dear to me. They give me their hands. They helped me. They are so patient with me. They love me. I can tell how genuine are their feelings...! And I am grateful to them. I love them too ! To repay them... I decided to become the best person I can be..! Being gloomy won't help me in this goal."

She looked in Freminet's eyes, with a determination stares. It was hard for him to be removed from her gazes.

"So yes, Freminet ! You are also amazing on your own way ! Please believe in you, at least for those you wish to protect !

You also have people you deeply care, right ?"

"Y..yes..."

Collei was silent, it looks like she wished him to continue.

Freminet took Pers in his hands stared his blue eyes.

"When I was young, I fantasized of.. just being emotionless. But, the more I grew up, the more I discovered I was hypersensitive.. it is one of my big weakness."

He did a pause, looking at Pers, deep in his thought.

"The orphenage is my home, and every children was considered like my family but... it felt more like we are just gears to make a big machine functionning. I didn't mind it, at least, I was useful. Everytime I felt lonely, I only have Pers with me."

He wanted to cry. The number of time "Father" scolded him, but he couldn't cry because "Father" hate those who cry.

Collei, was still listening, with an empathic look, as she understood what he was feeling.

"But...! I met Lyney and Lynette and.. even if they were inseparable, Lyney always called me little brother.. Lynette always console me ! In this big family, Lyney and Lynette are my genuine companions, and I can claim it ! And now I also met traveler, and Paimon.. ! I-..."

Ah, this is bad, he wanted to cry so much.

Collei encouraging him, tears in her eyes.

Freminet would usually ran away and go deep underwater, in his safe place, to cry all his heart.. only Romaritime flowers as witness.

But, he bursted to tear, couldn't keep all this feeling for himself anymore.

"I DEEPLY LOVE THEM..!"

Collei smiling, while a tear falling on her cheek

"..yes !"

They both usually alone when they started to feel overwhelmed. But this time, flowers, clouds, and them together were their companions.

////

AFTER A WHILE THEY STOP SOBBING

they are both pretty embarassed but they laughed

This is the first time they both cry with someone else, and.. that's a weird feeling !

#talk #idk what to tag huh #fremillei #I JUST READ FREMINET'S BACKSTORY AND MY BRAIN START TO BRAINROT #haha i would be surprised if someone really read all of this 🫣🫣 #but gosh... as someone who also suffered from depression but is now healed (in some way) #they are both super important for me 😭 #freminet needs to know the warm of friendship so he could accept to have therapy #two kids being sad but one is doing their best to heal and the other one is one his way to accept healing #tw : self depreciation

[h0ney-mochi]

meowmouche brainrot fr :((

it's midnight and i'm craving chocolate milk & albedo smut. none of which i have yet.

so reader calls him over one day to help test their "experiment" and albedo complies because he's a sweetheart. they start whatever and albedo wonders how this is related to alchemy... and that little "experiment" is actually a dildo, reader wants to try it on him. :)

HONEY IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE

Albedo x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (sub albedo, toy usage (dildo as seen in the ask <3), slight degradation and praise)

Summary: You called for Albedo, so he could help you test an "experiment" and, of course, he agrees! Yet he's confused as to why are you.. holding that and how is it related to this experiment? But he founds out pretty soon!

A/n: craving chocolate milk at midnight sounds pretty painful, if you don't get to drink it </3 hope that you were good in the end though! As for this, IT'S A GOOD IDEA AJDBSNNR- I hope the scenario isn't too bad, still need to get my confidence back >_<

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

When you asked Albedo for his help to test one of your "experiments", he agreed right away. Of course he'll help his dearest in anything. Except when you had.. something that doesn't seem related to alchemy or your experiment.

"My apologies for interrupting, dear, but.. What will- um.." Albedo gazes at the toy in your hand, then back at you, "What usage will that have?" You laugh for a moment, smiling at him right after. He stares at you with a nervous look — your expression being one of your many teasing looks.

"Oh, 'Bedo," you lean closer, "This will be of high usage."

...

His hands grasped at the edge of your table as his head fell back, moans slipping past his lips. You leaned down to kiss his cheek, continuing to thrust the toy inside him. "Tell me," you whisper, "How does it feel?" Albedo nods quickly, about to say something, but another high moan interrupts. "Use your words," you smile slightly, slowing down.

"Don't—! Mmh, don't stop, please," he whines, trying to move to get more of it, "It feels so good,,," You speed the toy up again, also wrapping your hand around his neglected dick. He moans, his hands gripping the edge again, "Fuck, AH- [name], please-! That's too much-!" Albedo thrusts in your hand and you only push the dildo further.

You coo in his ear, "Look at you. You look like a slut, taking my toy so well." He whines, blush on his face more vibrant. "Such a good boy," you say, kissing his neck, "Tell me how good it feels." "Feels so good— fuck, so good, so- ah, shit, so good-!" He says between his noises as you speed your hand on his dick.

It's not long until he's panting and moaning about how he's oh so close with your name on his tongue. You littered a few bites on his neck, spoke few words and you felt him shake in your hands, gasping. You could feel his release on your hand, you slowing down. After a moment you pulled the toy out of him. Albedo head falls on the table as he breathes, still slightly shaking from all of this.

"..Albedo?" You kiss on a mark, "Are you alright?" He mumbles something before turning his head slightly. "Y-yeah, I'm alright, don't worry," he sighs out, small smile on his face. You chuckle, lidding your eyes, "You know this isn't the end of the experiment, right?" His eyes widen slightly as you continue to speak.

"I have a few more things I'd like to try."

#albedo kreideprinz x reader #albedo x reader smut #albedo x you #albedo smut #albedo x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin impact x reader smut #☆°• ☆ ask box #☆°• ☆ writings #☆°• ☆ anons; 🧋 #☆°• ☆ anon mix

[damagedintellect]

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

💌 Would this be considered a social suicide? : Chapter 6 💌  

Summary: You knew it was dangerous to take walks at night but hearing the water rushing under the bridge was calming to your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d ever fall into the river and somehow wake up in your favorite anime. The isekai that I’m sure will come back to haunt me. It’s kept me up all night but I might as well get the brainrot out.

Notes: Reader is Isekai’d into BSD, Slow to start, Chuuya is endgame but there’s a fair bit of reader & Dazai moments too okay like a lot of Dazai moments, implied poly but not really

This will be the last update for a while because Artfight starts in a few days and it takes place during the whole month of July. The theme is Vampire vs Werewolves which has me laughing my ass off, IT'S LITERALLY BSD THEMED I CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH!!! I'm planning on siding with Vampire's since *SPOILERS* home boi is under the vampirism.

Tags: @celestair​

💌 Word count: 2,871 💌 Available Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

A few days later was the day Kunikida had a very important schedule to uphold. Everyone was left to their own devices and it was a nice change of pace compared to the past few weeks. You had mostly finished up your tasks for the day and were acting like you were still busy so no one would bother you. Kunikida had left a few minutes ago when you got a message from an unknown number. You had no idea who it was but they had asked you to meet at the station. The one Kunikida was currently at. Could it be Chuuya? You observe Dazai as he agonizes over not being able to ruin the blonde's day yet. It's possible he gave Chuuya your number but you didn't want to ask. You would rather not get involved. It's not like the redhead didn't have other means of gaining that information.

You left with Yosano since you were going to the same area. Upon arrival you knew you had time to spare. You waited on the bench that you remember Chuuya sitting on knowing he would show up after he was done reporting the bomber incident to Mori. You shot him a quick text and waited. Something along the lines of "Don’t worry about the vendetta bomber guy, glasses mans has it handled :3" yes you added the face. It was a necessary component to the message.

It wasn’t too long after that you felt the rumble of Kunikida's beckon to Yosano. Judging by the lack of Chuuya he probably stayed to watch despite your message. You don't blame him. In fact this just makes you fall for him more. Even if Kunikida wasn't the one to save the day he stayed back to make sure and would have stepped in accordingly. Are you giving him too much credit? Probably, but you also wondered why he even called you to the station and having time to kill makes your brainrot show.

"Your ability confuses me ya know. It’s like having a less malicious Dazai."

You looked up when Chuuya’s standing in front of you. "You're not wrong," that's how this entire experience felt like to you anyways. It’s interesting being able to manipulate the situation simply because you know everything. You know what they say, knowledge is power and all. "So why'd you wanna meet up?" 

He looked off to the side fiddling with his hair as he walked off waiting for you to follow him "See confusing, I figured you'd already know that." He spoke soft as if it was more of an afterthought as he rubbed the back of his neck avoiding your gaze. "Even if you did know I guess you'd want to hear me say it." He stopped to turn to you fully. "I want to apologize for the other night." 

Your face was dusted with color at the memory "Oh" this was unexpected. Did he really feel that bad? He grabbed you by the hand pulling you along before you could interject. When he got to the gate he dropped a ticket and pushed you through before inserting another ticket for himself. He resumed holding your hand as he led you to the platform. He was being awfully quiet and you had no idea where he was taking you. If you were taking the train it must be far, otherwise he would have just drove you there instead. You were taking the Keikyu Main Line but that didn't help you much with your very limited knowledge of the area. After all, you didn't originally live in Yokohama. He practically threw you into a seat while he leaned on the pole next to where you were sitting. He pulled his hat down but you could see the faint red that ghosted his cheeks and ears. 

Was he embarrassed about the other night or holding your hand? It could be both. You didn't know how long you'd be on the train for and you didn't really have anything to occupy your time but you didn’t want to stare at Chuuya for the entire journey. You turned slightly to stare outside. You watched the outside for 20 minutes  before Chuuya said anything "We’re getting off here." He offered you his hand again. You couldn't help your heart fluttering. What was going on? Where was he taking you? 

He pulled you to another platform on the Kanazawa Seaside Line. This time the cart was fully packed. You were both pushed into the corner of the cart right in front of one of the windows. The gravity around you shifted as the train started moving while everyone had felt the jerk in momentum you and Chuuya stayed in place as he put an arm on your shoulder. He was facing out the window but was still side-eyeing you. You tilted your head still lost at what was happening. "Where are we going?" You genuinely had no idea.

"Look for yourself." He motioned out the window.

He pointed across the way to the big ferris wheel. He was taking you to the amusement park? Was this a date!? When he saw your flustered expression he was taken aback. "It's not what you think! It's just that I wanted to make up for the other night. Shitty Dazai told me I should send flowers to the office so I decided to do the opposite and take you out instead." He seemed just as flustered as you. So this was Dazai’s doing. After you told Dazai about your implied polygamous relations you hadn’t spoken about your fake past. The lanky motherfucker doesn't bring it up either but when he looks at you there's something new in his eyes. You still can't read him to save your life. You wish you could have heard his inner monologue about it. He probably told Chuuya knowing the redhead would do the opposite of what he suggested. Landing you some alone time with one of your forgotten lovers.

Before you could stop yourself the words flew out of your mouth. "So it's a date then."

"It's an apology!" He near shouted in his defense before adding "but if your ability wants it to be, then yes, it's a date." He grumbled, turning away to look out the window. His minor attraction to you was becoming apparent. You'd have to thank Dazai for this later. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the car once you got to your stop. 

Hekkejima sea paradise. It was a free aquarium and park that had paid attractions, rides and experiences. There were a lot of couples walking around. With the way Chuuya was holding your hand it definitely felt like a date. You started off walking through the aquarium. As you looked at all the fish you couldn't help but recall one of Chuuya’s units from the mobile game where he was at the aquarium. In the picture he was wearing a dolphin necklace. When you go to the giftshop you should get matching ones. You wondered if he'd actually wear it.

You were spacing out thinking about it when he snapped his fingers in front of your face "You still with me? I asked if there was anything else you wanted to see." Chuuya sighed defeated. He knew this was a stupid idea, maybe he should have just gone with the flowers. "If you're that bored we can do something else-"

"No it's not that!" You frantically cut him off. "I was just enjoying Chuuya’s company. Guess I got carried away." You rested your head on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at the contact. Once he peered around a bit he leaned into you as well. You relaxed further into his side. This moment was perfect. You don’t know how long you stayed like that for since you were watching the fish swim around the tank. Then it occurred to you just what fish you had been staring at. You started laughing almost maniacally catching Chuuya off guard “What’s so funny?” He looked to you in confusion searching your face for any answers. You just couldn’t, it was too funny to you. You lifted your shaky hand pointing at the tank. “That school of fish, it’s mackerel!” you had another laughing fit as you took out your phone. Chuuya stifled his laugh but he was laughing more at you then his shitty nickname for Dazai. You pulled him in closer, turning your phone to try and get a photo with you, Chuuya and the fish. Obviously you were going to send it to Dazai asking him “what’s he doing there?” You didn’t even care that the mackerel was blurry. You captured Chuuya mid laugh. It was a really cute picture of you both. You didn't even think twice before sending it off to Dazai.

After you finished making your way around the aquarium you ended up at the giftshop. They did in fact have the dolphin necklace in stock.

"Hey Chuuya, do you…" You trailed off, it was kind of stupid anyway. He peeked at what you were looking at. “Hmm?” He had been staring at orca plushies. You were still holding the two necklaces. He raised an eyebrow at you “Can’t decide which one?”

“I uh, no not really I just,” You don’t know why you were stuttering. It was a simple question. “You wanna get matching necklaces?” 

He blinked for a second not expecting that to be the question you were going to ask. You gave him the puppy dog eyes. Who could resist those adorable wide eyes of yours not to mention you know the redhead is a sucker for puppies. This was going to work, it needed to work. Today was about you anyhow why would he say no to you. He kept looking from the necklaces to you, he was confused. “Why?”

You sighed, of course you had to spell it out for him “I don’t know I like the idea of matching friendship necklaces, ignore me for being sentimental.” You knew it was too good to be true but to be fair, him stealing you away for the day was already an accomplishment. You shouldn’t try to push your luck anyhow. He studied your face while you were putting them back but before you managed to put them back on the rack he grabbed them from you. "If you feel sentimental over this we're getting them." He declared firmly walking up to the register to pay. You watched him walk away with a smile. You felt special, like you were living in a daydream. Walking out of the gift shop Chuuya pulled you over to the side to put the necklace on you himself. He was already wearing his and you couldn’t help but grin.

The park made an announcement that there was going to be a dolphin show and that any visitors who wanted to participate should make their way over to the viewing area. Chuuya smirked, grabbing your hand pulling you along with him. “You like dolphins right? Then you’ll love this.” You let yourself be dragged along while you giggled to yourself. You had a feeling that he’s seen the dolphin show before. There was a sparkle in his eye as he managed to secure you both front row seats. The attendants were passing out rain ponchos for the first three rows but before you could take one Chuuya refused for the both of you. His excitement was rubbing off on you even though you could guess that he was trying to impress you with the nature of his ability. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dorkiness. When the show started he draped his arm around you prompting you to scoot closer to him and as the dolphin made their entrance they splashed the audience as they passed by, but like you predicted you and Chuuya remained bone dry. You cackled uncontrollably at his antics to the point you were starting to tear up. “Oh you’re cute you know that!” In your laughing fit you completely missed the way Chuuya froze blush creeping across his face as he smiled at you.

As you continued to walk around the park you were starting to see more and more couples having crepes. Naturally if this was supposed to be a date then you guys needed to get some. This would also make up for the fact you didn’t get to have crepes with Atsushi and Kyoka that one time. You were trying to locate the vendor when Chuuya started pulling you in the opposite direction. You were about to complain when you saw the crepe stall up ahead. He laughed at your stunned expression “You wanted a crepe right? Everytime I come here it’s usually with Elise and Mori. It’s tradition at this point.” His smile was so radiant you never wanted this day to end. When the sun was starting to set he claimed that there was still one more thing you both had to do. You got in line for the ferris wheel as it hit golden hour and the colorful park was washed in a sea of gold. Maybe you should have gotten in line earlier to watch the sunset from the highest cart. By the time you made it to the front of the line the sun was nearly gone. As you guys entered the cabin you frowned seeing the sun fade away.

Chuuya cleared his throat, breaking your focus from the horizon line as he joined you by the window idly putting his hands on the railing provided for balance. “You’re probably sick of hearing me say it but I’m sorry for the other night,” he trailed off looking out the window at the view. “I’m not about taking advantage of people for their ability. It’s a shitty existence being used like that.” He looked down thinking about his past. Talking with you was hard because he didn’t know what to say when you could already read him like an open book. You place your hand on top of his. “I mean I agreed to this. I could have just not told you anything if I really didn’t want to help you, ya know.” You know in your heart of hearts you were using him more than he was using you.

He grit his teeth annoyed at your words “See this is what I mean when I say it’s like having a less malicious Dazai but you I just don’t get.” He turned to look at you “You don’t gain anything from helping me and you said it yourself I wouldn’t do anything to you knowing you’re the only one who can answer the question. So what gives, why would you even bother?” 

Sighing you gave him a lopsided smile “I’m much more selfish than you give me credit for.” You contemplate telling him the same lie you told Dazai. It wouldn’t really do much either way but you think you should take a slightly different approach. “Contrary to popular belief it does seem like Dazai’s ability has a few exceptions. Since I don’t particularly have to touch people it makes sense but it was still unexpected. When I started working at the ADA and was around Dazai all the time, I started getting these visions of this cute feisty redhead. Guess you could say I took an interest in him. You can imagine my surprise when we finally met and he wanted to speak to me personally.” You shyly avoid his gaze peering out the window. It seemed like the cart you were in was just about at the top and you borderline just confessed to him. Depending on his reaction this was either going to be the worst ten minutes or the best ten minutes of your life.

He grabbed your chin guiding you back to look him in the eyes as he chuckled. “Oh so you’ve had a crush on me from the start.” he gave you the smuggest smirk known to man. You were toast this was it this is how you die. He opened his mouth but you both snapped your head to the window when a loud explosion went off in the distance as the sky illuminated with fireworks. This was better than a sunset. You both watched the fireworks, neither of you moved from your position. When the first wave had a brief dip Chuuya resumed what he was about to say “The feeling is mutual." Your eyes widen taking in what he just said as you both stare into each other’s eyes making sure this wasn’t some elaborate joke. This time you didn’t hesitate taking a step forward to capture his lips with yours. The fireworks in the distance faded without either of you noticing as you melted into each other. It wasn’t like the heated almost desperate make out you had weeks ago. Every touch felt deliberate and reassuring like this was how it was always supposed to be. You didn’t even realize the ride had ended until one of the employees cleared their throat. The two of you separated instantly, walking out embarrassed like school children.

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#the BSD isekai au no one asked for #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #xreader #x reader

[k4katsujin]

vamp ghost brainrot do you see my vision

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!?!?!?!?!

ok this is v random but apparently im on a creative spree so lets enjoy it while it lastssss

context: the idea came from when i noticed ghost had lil fangs on his mask and and and

reader is tf141's medic/nurse idk how you call it but you get it also shoutout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (PHEROMONE IS BACKK) and @cluelylikesporn mwah

also reader is not white AND a vampire. boom. not black either but i like the concept of poc/mixed vampires (and poc vampires would look so cool) (i am mixed and id look so cool as an autistic soon-to-be-adult teen vampire and you cant tell me otherwise.)

wc: 1049

also trigger warning dislocation and blood (duh there's vampirism in this fic what did you expect /lh)

also maybe ooc ghost idrk

pt 2 in the making!

"okay, lets see... who do we have next.." you said as your checked your medical files. "lieutenant riley?" (you raise an eyebrow) "strange. he never came before" you thought out loud, but you shrugged it off. "you can come in!"

"hello, y/n" ghost greeted you politely as he sat in front of you. "i hope my team hasn't been of too much trouble"

"don't worry about them!" you smile softly, "lets talk about you, for once! what brings you there? you usually never come to check ups, which i have to say isnt very professional!!" you scold him lightly, "but im glad you seem safe and well!"

ghost chuckled softly before replying: " i came here because i have been suffering from awful migraines, and i have no idea where they can possibly come from, and so i wanted to ask you if you could check? and maybe give me a stronger dose of painkillers so that i won't need to bother you every week? also, i noticed i have been having more trouble falling asleep, it's as if i found myself more... active in the nighttime, i would say?"

"mhm.. this sure is strange, but dont worry!" you reply with an assured smile. "do you have some spare time so i can do your checkup now, or do you wish to book another appointment?"

"i would like to do it now, if you don't mind"

"okay, no problem!" you smile as you put on a surgery mask, "lay down on this chair and lift up your mask just above your mouth, please! ill start off with examinating your teeth."

ghost did as you asked him to, and you started your inspection; what you saw surely was weird.

"this is strange..." you muttered to yourself, "can you please bite into this?" you asked him as you handed him a plaster mold. "it looks like your fangs... have overgrown."

"what??" ghost asked, confused. "with all due respect, you must be kidding me."

"im not" you reply, showing him the mold he bit in. "see? its like, the bite mark is... sharper than a usual one would be"

"and... do you happen to have a reason to that?" ghost starts to panic, "or even a remedy?"

"i think... i might have an idea, but don't freak out, okay?" (he nods unsurely) "you might want to sit down for this one. okay so... there have been rumors - and i insist on the word 'rumor' - of a disease that turns people into vampires, and-"

"are you telling me i'm one of those freaks?!?" ghost hurried, panicked.

"that's... insensitive to us.." you mutter to yourself, "but nevermind. no, there is no cure, you just learn to live with it.

"thats..." he thought out loud, "wait did you say us? are you a vampire too?"

"duh, just because im not white doesn't mean i cant be a vampire thats- very cliché." you reply, slightly offended. "but yes, i am."

"but- how do you even sleep at night? how do you even feed yourself ? and-" ghost's mind raced with questions.

"let me guess, you're assuming all vampires drink blood to survive, aren't you?" (he nods, slightly ashamed, but you smiled, amused at his panic) "don't worry, we aren't all like that. i'd be delighted to teach you there are a whole lot of different types of vampires! for example, i am an empathic one! which means i tend to be more well... empathic."

"and how does one know what type of vampire one is?" ghost asked, seeming childhishly interested to the point it almost looked endearing.

"thats exactly what im coming to!" you reply with a soft smile, before coming back a few moments later with a little pouch of blood. "what does this make you feel?"

"this looks delicious" he replies as his eyes lit up, "can i have a taste?"

"well then," you chuckled, "it's all settled! you're a blood drinker vampire!"

"oh." the worries then came back in his voice, "does that mean i have to..." (he gulps) "kill people to drink their blood?"

"well, technically speaking, if we were in a typical eldritch story, you would have to. but, hopefully for the writer we're not, and its a good thing im a medic, so i have plenty of those little pouches!"

ghost sighed in relief, but then panic peaked again.

"do you think we should tell others? like, price and soap?" ghost asked worried.

"no. not for now, at least." you thought for a moment, and added: "but, one thing is sure, if we dont want anybody to find out you have to do whatever it takes to not get deployed,or else... "

"we're fucked, balls deep." ghost completed your sentence. "but how? price won't allow me to stay at the base unless i get injured."

"that's exactly my point!" you say as your eyes glimmer mischievously, "but im not sure you will like the idea.."

"whatever it takes for people not to notice.." he sighs.

"good!" you reply with a smile, "please lay down on this chair,just so youre warned its gonna be a little... painful."

"what the fuck- you sprained my fucking ankle???" ghost hurried, grumbling in pain.

"what?? you wanted a reason to not get deployed, didnt you? you should thank me" you chuckled as you noticed him wincing in pain. "anyway, its time for price's meeting, take those to help you walk, and you let me do the talking to price, okay?"

ghost nodded as you both headed to the briefing room, one of his arm around your shoulder to help him walk, where price and the rest of the task force were already waiting for you.

"sorry we're late, captain!" you hurried as you and ghost entered the room.

"its fine" price replied, raising an eyebrow, "what happened to you, Lieutenant?"

"we were practicing close fighting and he accidentally sprained his ankle, sir" you reply with an assured smile.

"is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "then why didnt i see both your names in the record?"

"because we forgot, and there was nobody on the wait list, sir" you reply. "but i promise it wont happen again."

"good" price sighed, "then i suppose i have no choice but to make gaz replace you, ghost."

is all for part one i feel like its already too long help

hope you enjoyed, if you dont reblog ill snatch your toenails

#x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost #simon ghost x you #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #call of duty x y/n #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty #writers on ao3 #writers on tumblr #writers on wattpad #creative writing

[starleska]

Yeah I think you pulled me down the Toymaker rabbit hole. My beloved mutual wants to steal his gender and I need to put him on a conveyor belt and rearrange his insides methodically.

Your guide to his German accent was impeccably brilliant, by the way! Your written Toymaker is alive and I hear him speak when I read your writing. That happens very, very rarely.

Would love to see more of him, though you did mention something being in the works in the Archive! :)

hehehe yes!!!!! i love being insane enough about a fictional character to produce my own mavitational field and drag other people down with me!!! welcome to Toymaker brainrot hell 😉💖

god, who doesn't want to steal the Toymaker's gender or open him up to figure out what's wrong with him?? he's that classic slaying combination of 'do i want to be him? do i want to be with him? do i want to run away as far as possible? or do i want to study him like a bug under a microscope?' 😭

awww my gosh thank you so much, you're so sweet!!! 🙈💖 i can't believe my silly little hyperfixation ramblings have gained so much traction and helped lots of folks with their own writing!! i absolutely love analysing and breaking down the way characters speak, and the Toymaker's ridiculous false accents scratch the oft-unused linguistic parts of my brain so well 🥺💖 hearing you say he feels alive is the most wonderful comment a writer could receive!! thank you 😭 oh, yes yes yes!!! don't you worry - i can confirm that Dollface is getting a Chapter 2, which i am very excited about 🥳 i am also working on a super special ultra secret project which i cannot breathe a word about...folks in the Toymaker Discord server i'm now a mod of have been treated to a couple of hints, and will be finding out more in the coming weeks. i'm not alone on this particular project either...it's gonna be very fun when it's finished 🙈💖 but alas, i've said too much!

just, thank you so very much for being so nice to me!!! especially on the day before my birthday...as i turn 26, i am overwhelmed with love and creativity and fantastic vibes. you are wonderful, and i hope you have a magnificent time with your new blorbo 😉

#the toymaker #doctor who #the giggle #dw #neil patrick harris #starleskasks

[sagau-my-beloved]

Whilst we're on the topic, what kinks do you hc venti having?

- Rapid anon

(Also having you been getting my brainrots? Tumblr been deleting some of my asks)

I've got three things in my inbox from you rn, definitely planning on getting to them all don't worry 👀, inspiration just strikes at weird times

And it looks like it's horny hours tonight, so you all have been warned

First and foremost, marking, 1000℅, he wants to be covered head to toe in bite marks and bruises and scratches, the whole works, if he's not leaving the room looking incredibly disheveled and dazed you two aren't done

He also loves to leave some on you too, incredible desperate to have your neck and shoulders and chest just covered in marks, especially in more viable place so he can stare at them lovingly when you two go out in public

I'm also thinking marking in a slightly different way, like if the power balance is a little more skewed then he'd be happy to wear a collar, or even just some more subtle piece of jewelry to show he's yours, he would find himself fiddling with it constantly too, just as a comfort thing

Major praise kink but that should be obvious, he just needs to know how much you love him at all times and will do a lot of things to hear you say it

I feel like he'd have a small exhibitionism kink too cougharchonformcough, not in the way that he'd actually want to be found out but in the subtle thrill of the idea

I think he'd really just get off on getting his partner off ya know, I don't know if there's a specific kink name for that, but I imagine that he'd be just so focused on the other person and in that headspace, he wouldn't even consciously realize his own needs in the moment

Heavy heavy heavy on intimacy, just wants to feel wanted and loved and safe and would benefit from having an enthusiastic partner to supply that, and there is no amount of any of that which would qualify as too much btw, lay it on heavy and he's gonna respond in kind

Is there a kink name for wanting to have sex drunk? Cause that's absolutely one

There's just something special about being in that rather hazy floaty headspace where his body's already too hot, combined with pleasure so intense that all he can do is sprawl out on the bed and let out breathy moans, it's pleasantly disorienting and he'd probably try to enact something every time he comes home drunk just for that feeling

Obviously no pressure there, and all of this stuff is based pretty heavily around your own comfort level, and he's definitely willing to try other things if you're into them

These are most of the ones I can think of off the top of my head, if you have any specific ones in mind though maybe send them over and I can expand 👀

I will say, in sagau in particular, I could see him trying to objectify himself around you a lot more, gotta beat out the competition of course

So, as such, I feel like he'd be into the idea of being used as stress relief, like heavily

It's really a win win cause he's sharing an intimate moment with you, making you feel better in the process, and also kind of helping strengthen his image as a useful tool for you

He is an Archon, but he's not exactly one of the strongest, and his influence on other nation's is pretty limited too, so it looks like he's gotta one up the others by devoting his body to you instead, you can use it however you want of course :)

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #headcannons #smut #kinda #sugestive #but this goes a bit beyond that #rapid anon

[nora-kano-rokii]

Haikaveh where kaveh is pregnant and when they found out about it he freaks out bc he read stories online where husbands wouldn't like the wives as much after postpartum takes over.

For days after the discovery Kaveh wouldn't eat or sleep as much, so far as to not talk to Haitham as much in fear of provoking anything that'll make Haitham "hate" him even more after the delivery

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Oh I'm just... not that hungry. I ate lunch earlier."

"But we always have lunch together??"

"Well something came up and I gotta change my schedule a bit. Sorry about that."

He'll just lie and lie and keeps on lying.

Kaveh isn't the type to wish anything bad happening on his pregnancy period, but he does severely dread the day of delivery. He'd get anxious and nervous (even more than he usually is) around Haitham and is always thinking about his next lie.

He loves the idea of motherhood. He loves the idea of having a child to take care of. He loves the idea of a happy family because that was something he didn't get as a child and is now more than willing to do anything to give it to his child.

What he doesn't like is the fear of Haitham leaving him if he's not good enough to satisfy his needs. The fear where he'll lose his worth as someone pretty and just end up as someone thats already been "used" and is not "perfect" anymore.

Haitham gets wind of what's going on and approaches him one day.

"Sweetheart."

"Yes?"

"Whats wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dont play dumb with me, sunshine. Tell me what's going on."

And then Kaveh will freak out, thinking Haitham already knows about the postpartum fear thing and start crying and begging for Alhaitham to not leave him. He'll do anything, he'll be a good wife and stay with the kids and do all the housechores and stay in shape and-

A simple kiss shut him about for good.

"You don't ever need to be sorry about how you look like after bearing my children."

"But.. I've read stories... and surveys- about how husbands are more displeased with their wives' body image after postpartum-"

"You think I care how you look like?"

Probably not the best thing to say (he should've rephrased it better) as Kaveh starts to tear up again.

"You... you don't think I'm taking care of myself well enough..?"

"No, it's not that. Kaveh, sunshine. I fell in love with you because of your physical image. That was only one of the reasons why."

"You... did not?"

"You thought I would be like some of those freaks that ogles you shamelessly on the side of the road? Of course not."

"But.. you always said that it's absolutely important for me to keep being healthy-"

"Sunshine, healthy does not mean body image. Healthy means you are happy with yourself. Which you are mostly aren't. That's why I told you to be healthier."

Kaveh wells up in tears again as he realizes what Haitham is saying. He kisses Kaveh's forehead and rubs his belly.

"This baby is going to make us a family. Why would I care about how you're going to look like?"

(Again, probably should've rephrased it better)

"Everything will be a marker of your battles. I'd love every stretch mark it'll create. All the cellulites that you worry so much about will be mine to behold." Another kiss to the forehead, "Kaveh, please understand. I love you for just the way you are."

"I did not fall in love with someone who obsesses with their beauty. I fell in love with the Light of Kshahrewar, the person who brights up my day with just a smile. The person who makes me fall in love all over again when they laugh."

"So please. Don't be afraid of our children. I promise that I'll love you no matter how you look"

Kaveh sniffs, "E-even if I were a fungi?"

Haitham sighes and smiles, "You'd be my favorite fungi ever."

-End

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i have not posted in a hot minute GAWD DAYUM anyways hi everyone ive come back with FICS instead of DRAWINGS isnt that COOL theres VARIETY now!! Also this fic was first posted on Twitter as i had a brainrot at 4am so if you're intrested in that please go support me on Twt! Thank you everyone!

#genshin impact #genshin #kaveh my beloved #haikaveh #mpreg kaveh #genshin impact al haitham #al haitham #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #haikaveh fluff #haikaveh angst #genshin angst

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I GIVE MORE NAGA LEO CONTENT-- Alright, so Leo is pretty clingy when cold right? Yeah that is tripled during his shedding cycles- Turtles shed as is, but with snakes there is a period where they are blinded/semi-blind as the scales over their eyes shed off as well. So during this period you have this huge 300 pound naga clinging to you like a lifeline. There is not one moment of alone time, not even bathroom time (He waits outside, scratching at the door like a needy cat the whole time). He may also ask for help getting any stubborn parts off, like if the skin gets caught on a scale while he's trying to pull out of his old skin. In the end you are left with giant molds of skin that you don't know what to do with- it'll take at least two full sized trash bags to put it all in to discard. Leo is all happy in the end, proudly showing off his new shiny scales and tail to you.

As well as being part snake, this gives Leo the ability to unhinge his jaw- which if it freaks you out he definitely uses to mess with you. During meal times, even if he doesn't need to as he does actually have teeth more than his fangs, he will unhinge his jaw and make a show of eating the food whole just to watch you squirm. It interests him on how humans can be so squeamish to something so normal for him and his kind, and teases you about it. This man loves to bask in the sun, and if you have any trees in your yard strong enough to support him he is quite content to spend warm summer days wrapped around the branches of a tree and watch you go about your day from afar. If you join him when he begs askes, he will make a makeshift hammock with his tail to slowly rock you while you both enjoy the summer warmth. He loves to see you so comfortable with him, it nearly makes him feel warm blooded for a moment. Great at pest control! Whether it be rodents or people, you will never have to worry about anything undesirable infiltrating your shared space. Which Leo makes sure is always clean and looked after, when you aren't looking that is. Leo feels a little self conscious about cleaning/doing chores with you present, so he waits until you are out of the house to do them. When you return and see the house spotless and all dishes and clothes cleaned and put away, Leo will proudly take his credit. And his repayment in terms of affection and quality time. My tablet has been wonky so I can't really make a digital thing with Leo as I did with Golem boi, but I did a sketch of how I picture him being- with a photo of the snake I think his tail would resemble be like

(I read the entire thing not long after you sent it before ignoring to post it for a couple days lmao)

Tw: brief mention dead animal- as in hunting

Anyway- YES.

Brainrot, brainrot, brainrot.

Something tells me if you ever leave for an errand or whatever during cold/cool weather he will freeze himself by risking himself to be out in the cold just so he can greet you- and begs for snuggles right after cuz he's cold.

He will def show off his hunts like Jiang Shi Donnie- and he will try to serve it to you bcs he's prideful and wants you to praise him like he's a very good provider when really he's giving you idk rat corpses. (let's say splinter doesn't exist for a moment-)

#blurbs #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #rise of the tmnt #naga leo #leo x reader #rise leo