#AAAAA THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG I'M SORRY

[noxtivagus]

i made a new friend who likes ff today hehe

#🌙.rambles #YEAH I DMED THAT GUY #i'm so relievedddd i got so anxious but it seems they're rlly happy abt yk #they like sm final fantasies 🥺 #IM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD RN ! I LOVE MY FRIENDS #OLD FRIENDS N NEW GODDAMN I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH #guys i'm like in a sappy mood rn i'm tired but i wna show all my affection #i wna do more for my online friends tho >:c ily guys so so much #ANOTHER TIME BCS I STILL HAVE OTHER STUFF TO DO BUT #i'm like rlly in a good mood rn. #SORRY DUDE I SEND LONG MESSAGES THO BUT YEAH #so happy to have made a new friend today. IM LIKE SO HAPPY #I TELL YOU WNVR I MAKE NEW FRIENDS I SRS GET SO GIDDY AAAAA 😭😭 #it warms my heart n life is great n my life is changed n i'll rmb you forever yk? #okay i'm still anxious but #FUCK ANXIETY 💀 yolo ig #n if you can't handle me n if i'm too much then maybe we're just not meant to be yk? #.. sorry that sounds inherently romantic bcs of the phrasing but i mean everything like everything platonically #i think at least. i wldn't admit if it's otherwise but yk when i phrase things like that it's srs just platonic #i want to regrets so recently i've been stepping out of my comfort zone a bit. not too much but yeah yk c: #n i'm proud of it honestly. still a long ways to go but life's a journey after all n i'll enjoy myself #one step one scenery one trudge at a time 🤍 #laughed sm today bcs of my friends n then w the cats hehe THEY WERE PLAYING W THE BIRD 😭😭 #n i love spending time w my family too n IDK IM JUST RLLY IN A GOOD MOOD RN #school asap so i can resub n. i finally played gbf again today yk? n ak too n yhhhh c: #i'll be productive rn but this rlly feels so lovely yk. n then i have motivation n inspo too n #it doesn't usually last very long but it always returns n i think it's lovely.

[angelltheninth]

Hi!! Sorry to be a bother, but there's a gojo drabble? from you reblogged about over a year ago where Y/N fakes an orgasm for Satoru and he punishes Y/N by overstimulating them. I can't remember the blog it came from, so finding it is a little bit difficult. Feel free to delete this if it's too much of a bother since that was from a long time ago aaaaa

Also wanted to come in and say I absolutely love your writing and all the different fandom you write for! Keeps my multi-fandom heart, whole <3

I vaguely remember what you mean but I don't remember the exact post. I can try my best to write it with Gojo.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, punishment, overstimulation, being manhandled, teasing, dirty talk, implied free use

A/N: I can't seemed to get enough blorbos and fandoms to write about so what can I say? I love to provide.

Dizzy, sensitive, crying, pussy feeling so fucking good, all of these were the things you currently experiencing. Gojo kept moving you up and down on his cock, refusing to let your orgasm die, constantly giving you one after the other.

"How many does that make?" He asked all cheeky and smug. Every lift and tug pushed a new wave of cum up your pussy and made his blue eyes widen with happiness. "Ten?"

"Don't know. But Gojo please, I don't know how many more I can take." You couldn't even muster the strength that to hold onto him anymore. His hands were all that kept your body from falling back onto the bed. Gojo shrugged, he didn't care that your toes curled again and that your head fell to the side.

This was what you got for faking it with him. You thought he wouldn't notice, that he was in a hurry. But as soon as he finished fucking the remaining cum into you he called in and told everyone he couldn't do any missions or lessons today. After that it's been non-stop fucking, he didn't let you off his cock unless you needed to go into the bathroom.

"You can take as many as I say you can." His tone was so gentle, so opposed to his firm hands gripping your hips and using your body like a toy. "My naughty girl deserves all the orgasms in the world." Now that sounded a bit more like a threat simply due to the fact that you've already had more then you had all week.

"Gojo." You whimpered his name as your pussy clenched around him again, flooding his cock and the sheets. "Gojo, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. I'm just here to make my girlfriend feel good. All day long." All day. He just said he would fuck you all day. He would keep thrusting in and out without rest, no matter how limp you got, how tired your body was, Gojo wouldn't stop until the Sun rose again the next day.

Gojo wasn't a man of empty promises. Not an hour went by without him dragging out your next orgasm. It was fast, it was slow, you were on top, you were looking up at him, you were on all fours, you were bent over the sink in the bathroom. By the end of the day you've learned your lesson: never lie to Gojo again, because he'll never let your body forget it.

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk thirsts #gojo thirst #jjk x fem!reader #gojo x female reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader

[cozage]

Aaaaa, Cozage, I'm thrilled with your post about "Panic Attacks"! I fucking love it when people take care of me or show attention to me, so for me it's just wonderful. But at the same time, I like to help people myself. So, if it's not too much trouble, could you write about how the reader calms Sanji, Zoro, Ace and Lo when they have a panic attack? We can say: the opposite of what was written earlier) Have a nice day ❤

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language 😔

Friend!!! This was such a fabulous idea!! Our boys deserve love :)  And I must say, your profile pic?!?! DELIGHTFUL! I’m such a big fan of Chuuya :) he’s one of my favs in BSD <3

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law CW: panic attack descriptions, Marineford Spoilers Wordcount:1.4k

Helping Them Through Panic Attacks

Sanji

Sanji is a big scent guy, so certain smells trigger him. Iron and rust are the big ones, but sometimes the salty breeze blows just the right way and reminds him of when he almost starved to death on that rock. Sometimes he just disassociates, sometimes he goes into a full blown panic attack.

Sanji needs to be grounded during panic attacks or dissociative episodes. Talking doesn’t do much for him, he needs to feel people next to him to be brought back to the moment. 

When you're in public and you feel him slipping away, you grab his hand and interlace his fingers with your own. Occasionally he needs a little squeeze of reassurance to bring him back. 

Sometimes you’ll put your hand on his knee or his arm. You try not to do anything surprising, just little gentle touches to remind him where he is, and that you’re close by. 

When he gets a panic attack, you’ve found the best thing to do is get as close to him as possible. Just as a scent triggered him, your scent brings him back to the present. 

Sometimes you have to cup his face in your hands and force his eyes to look at you. You’re one of the few people who can do this when he's in such a panicked state. If other people try, he usually fights back. Even Nami and Robin can’t help him.  

His eyes are so full of fear, but you only show him your adoration and love in return. That’s all you want him to see in those moments.

As he calms down, he likes to rest his head against your chest and listen to your heart beat as you stroke his hair. Most of the time he falls asleep, and you always let him lay there as long as he needs.

Zoro

There’s nothing particular that really sets him off. Sometimes it’s a smell from his past, sometimes it's this weird deja vu that he can’t place. Sometimes he’s just thinking about how to be better and he starts to spiral. There’s not really any specific thing, it’s usually a lot of little things. 

Zoro is a prideful bastard. He doesn’t like people knowing that he’s suffering. So it took you a few episodes to realize what was happening with him.

When you see him starting to panic, you’ll ask him to follow you to a private, quiet room. At first he was skeptical of your methods, but after a few times, he started seeking you out and letting you lead you to a room to help.

You try not to touch him much or talk to him during it, but the two of you have created a pretty good method over a few trials and errors. You place your hand on his chest, and he places his hand on your chest. He feels your heart beat, feels your chest fall and rise, and he focuses on those movements. He shuts off his brain and brings his attention to matching your rhythm.

When he finally matches your heart rate and breathing pattern, he mutters out a quiet “thanks” and returns to whatever he was doing. The first time it hurt your feelings, but Zoro doesn’t like to mull over the fact he needs help. 

After a few hours (usually that night, when you are in bed), you’ll ask him if he’s okay or wants to talk. Most of the time he says he’s fine, but sometimes he’ll talk about what was bothering him. But every time he’ll pull you in closer to him and thank you with a little kiss on the forehead. 

Luffy

Blood had never bothered Luffy before, so he didn’t understand why his ears started to ring whenever he saw it after Marineford. He didn’t understand why holes in things like  trees or concrete structures bothered him so much now. He didn’t understand why he wanted to vomit when he saw an orange hat or a large back tattoo. 

Most of the time, you’re able to, quite literally, snap him out of it. Snapping your fingers in front of his face is usually enough to have him step back from the edge of a panic attack, but you also go a bit further by redirecting him to focus on something else. Food, some cool attraction on an island, or a game you know he likes to play.

If you don’t get him in those first few moments, though, his chest becomes tight and he feels like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. He wants to scream out, but his voice is gone too. So he’s left clutching his chest and gasping for air. He doesn’t have enough energy to find you at this point, so he lays into a ball and curls up into a ball and waits for someone to find him.

When you find him or another crewmember directs you to him, you keep your voice low and calm, as if you were talking to an injured animal. You always start the same way: “Luffy, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You pull his head into your lap and you’ll run your finger through his hair to brush it out, and then start braiding little pieces. 

You tell him stories of your life in a soft, even voice. If you can’t think of stories, you make them up. You ignore the tears falling from his eyes and the soft sobs that escape his lips. 

Eventually, he falls asleep. But you don’t move. You keep twirling his hair in your fingers, waiting for him to wake up. After a very short nap, he wakes up a new person. He gives you a big kiss and bounds off, his energetic self returning like nothing ever happened.

Law

You didn’t understand why Shachi’s prank made Law so scared. It was just a harmless joke. Shachi had spent hours taping up hundreds of pieces of string all across the common room so people would have to jump over, duck under, and crawl around to get through it all. But when Law had turned the corner and saw you all sitting in the mess of string, you only saw one emotion in his eyes: Fear. 

After that you started to notice it more. Whenever he walked into spider webs unexpectedly, or saw those fun feathery boa necklaces at festivals, or heard the sound of a gunshot, panic set into his eyes. 

“Everything okay?” you’d ask every time, but he’d always give you one quick nod in response. You started taking that as your cue to intervene. 

Law hates making a big deal about things. So when you’re in public, you subtly grab his hand. It’s one of the few times he doesn’t mind PDA, and he grips your hand so tight you have to clench your teeth. But you never complain. 

When you can finally get away from others, you’ll take him somewhere quiet and sit on the ground with him. You keep holding his hand, and use your free hand to trace over his tattooed fingers. 

You always ask him questions about his crew, trying to redirect his brain. “What do you think Bepo is doing right now?” “How did you meet Shachi?” “Remember last week when Penguin and Ikkaku almost caught the kitchen on fire?” He doesn’t usually respond, but you always say what you think the answer is. You’re not sure if it helps, but after a while his grip starts to loosen on your hand.

Law is a silent sufferer. He doesn’t have many indications when his panic attacks start, or when they end. So you sit with him, answering your own questions until he finally takes a deep breath and says “Okay, I’m ready to go back.” He keeps holding your hand though, for as long as he can.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #cozage #✧˚sanji✧˚ #✧˚zoro✧˚ #✧˚ luffy✧˚

[isa-ghost]

holding u at gunpoint asking for some of your characterization on q!fitza for amfmn bc so far you've shown them off so well :]

RAAAAHHHHH god this took forever

Ok so like the qpr polycule thing goin on. Fitpac. Yeah so Pac isn't like *officially* part of it but also is at the same time but is ONLY intimate beyond casual friendship with Fit. He has no special involvement with Phil, Missa, or Etoiles. And even tho it's a 98% platonic polycule, Fit still told Pac abt the polycule being a thing and made sure Pac was consenting abt it bc that's just basic healthy poly etiquette. He also disclosed to Pac that him and Phil have done Things(tm) in the past and Pac was like WHAT bc for some reason he didn't expect it like at all. It was very funny, Fit had a blast giving that fofoca to Phil

They'll do anything for each other. They're the go-to for everything. You'd think Phil's go-to would be Missa and Fit's would be Pac, but Missa is so occupied with reaper things that the rare times he's actually around, Phil just wants to spend stress-free time with him. He feels bad that for a while Missa returning finally would result in an information overload and then overwhelmed Missa screaming. And Fit confides in Pac NOW, but before they started dating it was Phil

Besides, the times they're awake and out n about just kinda work out. Two birds one stone or smth like that. Adventures and fofoca.

Also something something 2B2T something something Antarctic Empire. Birds of a feather. Yeah.

I think the above is best explained as like. They get each other in ways that other people wouldn't. Bc some of the stuff they can relate on is ""Unsavory"" to the average person.

On that note, they are unwaveringly loyal to each other and will take each others secrets to the grave

And yet they both keep their deepest secrets from each other still. But goddd they'd have fantastic long and potentially gritty talks about it.

They're each other's safe spaces to speak a bit more,, morally grey, you could say. I wouldn't call Phil very gray but he's by no means pure and Fit is like 10 steps ahead of him on the spectrum so he Gets it and Phil gets him

Fit is very good at rationalizing things and thinking under pressure. Which Phil needs sometimes. Bc Phil is good at assuming the worst and therefore preparing for it, but he has a habit of getting too caught up in the The Worst Is Definitely Gonna Happen and being a defeatist, so he needs someone outside his head (Fit) to break him out of that loop

Ok I'm obligated to mention the flirting. No one's doing it like these two sorry. The back of the gym has seen and heard some Shit

God omg esp when it's just the two of them, no friends or kids, they're the Worst about each other. It's hilarious but good god they can be rated R at each other

Post Fitpac official they toned it down though and godddd they're so good about each other's boundaries punches the floor aaaaa

Also obligatory mention of Fit being observant as fuck. Phil can't hide shit from him, he knows all his tells. If Phil is lying or something is wrong, Fit can tell

These two mfs are the kids in class that always instantly partner with each other when the teacher is like "ok time to buddy up for this activity." The teacher is the Federation.

Their friendship be like "no kids around? bored? ... wanna go blow shit up? hell yeah."

#qsmp #qsmp fitza #fitza #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #AMFMN things

[i-am-focused]

KÖNIG (NSFW Alphabet)

A/N: aaaaa sorry I've been gone for so long this was not intended!! I've just been busy and I'm starting a new job soon. I'll be posting some more stuff soon as I get my thoughts out onto paper, expect some soapghost.

Warning: this should be obvious from the title but 18+ ONLY. This is literally just a guideline for the smut I will be writing about him. NOT PROOFREAD (i wrote this at midnight).

ANYWAY, here we go.

Enjoy :)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He loves it. He is very large (in all ways) and he worries about hurting you so he will thank you and praise you for taking him well and making him happy. He will also probably apologize instinctually because of his paranoia about hurting you. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s struggled a lot with insecurities about his own body but he really likes his back and he especially likes feeling you claw at it or leave marks on it in general. He is 100% a thigh man. He loves people who have a bit of meat on their bones and would absolutely love being suffocated between someone's thighs while he’s eating them out. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He can cum multiple times, and often does, and he loves to eat you out after he has come in you because he likes to taste your release mixing with his. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to hold a gun to his head while you make him do things to himself and to you. He has grown accustomed to the threat of death and as much as it is anxiety inducing he also does his best work under pressure, and he thinks you would look really hot holding any of his weapons. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly, he gets no bitches. I mean bitches want him, but he is scared of bitches. Essentially in order to get him to engage with you you have to slam him into a wall and make him look into your eyes. He is socially anxious and oblivious (and realistically he’s probably a virgin or close to that, but for the sake of this alphabet we’re ignoring that).

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves it when you’re on top in any way shape or form. He likes to look up at you, it is the only time he feels small and it really turns him on when someone else is in power. He loves it when you’re riding him, especially if he’s tied up and cannot do anything to stop you. Most of the time he is more submissive, but on the rare occasion he takes control, I’d say he would like to have you against the wall. No reasoning really, just vibes. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say serious, it’s more that he is so bewildered at what is happening he can’t even form the thought of a joke in his mind. He is just so fucked out of his mind that he cannot think of anything funny or even laugh at what is happening to him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is somewhat well groomed just for his own comfort but he is not shaved, it's maintained short but he has a significant happy trail. The carpets do match the drapes and the drapes are dark brown. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He struggles to get into the rhythm of intimacy but once he's in, he really desperately wants to please you and so he takes very good care of you and will do anything you ask him and more to make you happy. He is also in love with you the second you don't hate him so he will be anxious but he will kiss you until he forgets how to speak. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

He is VERY loud. This means that he often can’t find time or place to do this while he is working or on a mission (not that he would be that irresponsible anyway…) this means that when he comes back he is pent up. Before he met you he would just take the whole next day to spend purely getting off, thinking of every possible way to make himself cum. Sort of a reward for still being alive. Now that you’re here he doesn't do that as much anymore but he loves to jerk off under your instruction, while you’re watching, while he's watching you, etc.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to be edged and then overstimulated beyond belief. He just wants to be tortured. He likes things to start off fast, then he gets edged, and by the end doesn’t even want to be able to form the words “Please stop”. On the rare occasion that he is more dominant he loves to do no penetration at all (dry humping) or clothed sex. It’s partially out of habit because usually when he gets out of a mission he doesn't even take the time to take off his clothes before he’s all over you. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Secluded locations are his preference because he is extremely anxious but if it is a secluded enough location in public he might be cool with it, or as cool as he can be with you. He would never initiate in public but he also finds it extremely difficult to turn you down. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is an absolute fiend for degradation/praise. He loves backhanded compliments like “You're so good for me, it's pathetic.” It’s what he thinks about when he gets himself off. But nearly anything you say can turn him on if it is in the right tone (and if he picks up on it) he also likes it anytime you take control. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would NEVER hit you. He would also never do knife play/blood play with you unless he was the one it was used on. He does not want to cause you any harm and he would be sick to his stomach if you asked him to hit you for fun and he went too far. He is extremely afraid of his own strength, it is not because he thinks you’re weak. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This guy will whimper like a mother fucker the second you take him in your mouth. If you ever did cockwarming he wouldn’t last. He absolutely loves it when you take him down your throat and toy with his cock but he loves it equally when you pull his hair and tell him how good he’s being while he eats you out. He loves both and he couldn’t live with one without the other, he's also very good but he will get you absolutely drenched with his mouth so if you don’t like it wet, he’s not for you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

It really depends on the situation. Most of his kinks and turn ons involve foreplay and after-orgasm activity so he likes to get through it fast and rough sometimes to get to the fun part (even that takes time though because foreplay is essential with his size). However… he loves to take it slow, drawing it out is also one of his favorite things to do, or for you to do to him, and he cannot get enough of it. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Extremely rare and he isn't a huge fan. If he's on top it's possible because usually that's when he is full of heated emotions, but he doesn’t enjoy it as much when he’s fast and neither of you are able to get worked up fully. Intimacy is already difficult for him so he likely shies away from this. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is willing to try just about anything you want to do to him, as long as he's in the comfort of his own home or another safe location where he feels comfortable. He can be a little hesitant to try things on you because he’s already afraid of hurting you but he loves it when you experiment on him. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As long as you want. Simple as that. He loves to be overstimulated so he will stick around as long as you want. He lasts longer the more often he fucks you, so first day back from a mission might be 10 minutes or less before his first orgasm, but on a normal day without any extenuating circumstances he can probably last a long time. Especially if you ask him to. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a bullet vibrator actually, he uses it to edge himself and he usually like to hold it against the bottom of his tip until his cock turns purple from the stimulation (seriously he loves overstim) he has used this on a couple of partners but most of the time he just likes it when they use it on him. Also has a cockring to help him draw things out longer. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease at all usually, he wants you too bad. But he loves it when you tease him. The only time he does tease you is when you give him a big enough ego boost that he takes over the power position. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is loud as fuck. He has been gagged by a partner before and sometimes gags himself to make himself keep it down. He whimpers, moans, groans, grunts, everything. He also begs a lot, pleading in both English and German. He cannot shut the fuck up, he breathes heavy too, he cannot be quiet, unless gagged or you choke him and he can’t breath. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

His eyes roll back when he cums. His orgasms in general are somewhat dramatic, there's always him rolling his eyes back, gripping you, thrusting into the air or you etc. but his facial expression is memorable and desperate. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

He is long. Girthy for any normal cock but on him it doesn’t look like hes super thick relative to his length. He could hit you in spots you couldn’t reach- and he will. Though it is still very visible even with pants and clothes on, he is a grower. 

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

He kind of kills his sex drive purposefully after that first day back from a mission, but he will fuck whenever you want, he just won’t ask you to. But he does jerk off (or at least just cum in general) daily. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He passes the fuck out, he does aftercare but then immediately passes out, often on top of you which can be very inconvenient because of his size, but you dont mind it. All of the overstimulation and edging takes a lot out of him and it's really hard for him to not fall asleep after he comes down from his high, especially when he has a nice pillow like your thighs to sleep on.

#konig #konig headcanons #call of duty mw2 #fanfic #konig x you #konig mw2 #cod modern warfare #had some fun with this one #he is silly #konig x reader

[rowarn]

OH MY GODDDD THANK YOU FOR BRINGING UP OLDER BROTHER SIMON I HAVE NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HIM HE LIVES IN MY BRAIN EVERY DAY ALL DAY PLEAAAAAAASE IM DOING BACKFLIPS ON MY KNEES SOBBING AUGHHHHHJHH PLATONIC FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS ARE ALL I THINK ABOUT IM NOT EVEN GOING TO LIE honestly I just think he deserves someone to know all of him and understand where he's come from and who he is. There's no fixing all that trauma but god to have your family sit beside you holding your hand in that dark pit must be the most comforting thing in the world. He's not alone. There is someone he needs to go back to because god forbid he die here and fail them too. I think this honestly makes him so much more violent and closed off to everyone else, Less human because he cannot afford to be. the stakes are higher and there's someone for him to loose. He will not make a mistake the second time and he guards that soft spot with the ferocity of a wounded and cornered animal. But when he gets home? There is a gentleness that exists only in the walls of the house he's hidden from the world, in the way he indulges in their requests to watch shows and go out on hikes with an exaggerated groan. There's something startlingly human in him when he ruffles their hair and shoves them into a pond with a grin and when he lets them win when the fight over the last slice of pizza. the nightmares are bad for both of them, but he sits by the foot of the bed like a guard dog just like he did when they were kids and it's the most secure either of them have felt in a long time. he teaches them how to shoot. There is a softness that only exists here and AAAAA Sorry for the rambling I have so many thoughts and I'm being very silly eheheh

YEAHHHHH ik we always wanna fuck em and talk abt them being husbands and shit but LIKE IM SUCH A SUCKED FOR FAMILY DYNAMICS !!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP SIMON WHO HAS SOOOOOOOO MUCH POTENTIAL FROM HIS FAMILY SITUATION <3333333333

#ask

[icedmetaltea]

I don't rlly like how this turned out, BUT I tried ;- ;

Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI

(I've never done this before so hopefully I'm doing it right) As requested by @aspirationatwork- [Image ID: A picture of a tall deity named La Muerte is dancing with a human, or human-like person, up in the air. La Muerte is an intimidating figure with glowing purple wings, purple flame around his circular head and a row of sharp teeth curved into a smile. A glowing green skeleton is visible beneath his translucent skin. The human, named Fiero, is held in place with La Muerte's hand. They have a glowing green skeletal shape on their face, wavy hair tied into a pony tail, a long black coat and are staring with an ominous expression up at La Muerte. /.END ID]

@cero-sleep DTIYS of their God's Favorite au! (which is cool as fuck and I can't believe I just found out about it recently, EVIL/MORALLY GREY?? FIERO AAAAA)

Closeups below cause it's kinda hard to see their faces and other details cause I made La Muerto WAY to fuckin TALL (extremely bad habit of mine, I'm so sorry I didn't even realize I was doing it till it was too late a9u0hfowhfiuerfuiherilgh-)

also rough draft ver which I junked cause 1 + it looked bad 2 I ACCIDENTALLY USED THE WRONG PEN TOOL AND IT HAD ALL THESE WEIRD PIXELS AND I COULDN'T SALVAGAE IT AAAA

but at least it's more height accurate lol

#dtiys #god's favorite au #others au #Fnaf #Five nights at freddies #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #sb #Metaltea draws #I redrew this motherfucker like 3 times and still somehow it looks anatomically incorrect #FHOEGNJFFJERIGHIOJGIOEHGIOH3QIOGHIO5EHGIO EATING MY KEYBOARD IN FRUSTRATION #I have a laptop so that's saying a lot

[mr-badjokes]

Bunch of doodles I made while reading The Devil Beneath The Mask by @seijohs-manager :3

It's barely starting but it looks super promising!! super excited for Goro and Akira's reunion asfsfsf

Live Akechi reaction to this lucky fucker that had the NERVE to awaken during his first time in the metarverse who does he think he is-

Nerds

Goro trying to protect Akira and him being like: fuck u i want to go to the deadly magic place and u cant stop me

After killing Wakaba ...

Goro Akechi's Metarverse For Dummies!! Now on Sale by 9,99¥, including the guides: "Killing my first shadow" and "So you became a Metarverse assassin, what now?"

I love Akira taking Goro's half-assed metarverse explanations as a comparison point for everything XD

Ryuji and Ann: He is so nice and kind!!

Akira: I'm such a horrible person, a murderer, a manipulator, I don't deserve anyone...

Now here it comes, me designing an alt outfit for Joker because I think his 14 year old self image of a rebel was different from the one he had on canon (with permission from the author ofc)

SO, my idea right now is a more survival-oriented outfit, disheveled and that is ideal to hide in the shadows. Like, Akira believes that he has to do everything for himself and that he has NO ONE, so it reflects on an outfit that can be suited for solo palace explorations and quick scapes.

I kept the original color palette but I didn't vary it a lot bc I didn't have lots of colors at hand at that moment asfsfsf

Also, I added a hood bc why not, he deserves it. I wanted a vibe of a puffed out cat with lots of pointy corners...

Expect more later when I actually have my PC and can do digital drawings

-

SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG POST AAAAA

And it's just a bunch of skechts and nothing digital bc I don't have electricity and I couldn't wait 😭, I hope you like it (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

#my artwork #p5 #persona 5 #fanart #fan fiction

[merakiui]

Hi!!! It's been awhile since I checked your blog I've been so busy omg. few things tho. omg.

1.) HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY IM SO LATE IM SORRY !!! BUT I HOPE IT WAS A BLAST

2.) I can't believe I've been missing catboy jade... this is so sad... I love catboys. tbh I do think most of the twst cast could be split up into (insert animal)boys. catboy Azul perhaps..... he'd be so silly..... what a creature...

3.) TMDG SOON?????? HUH????? I sure haven't been waiting as long as some of your other anons but that's so exciting !!! Oh goodness !!!

Tbh I think the last time I lurked around your blog was around when the twins bday fic came out... which was great by the way!! oh my goodness!! he's such a fucked up critter your jade is So good. I hope you've been well btw !

- :3 anon

Hiii, :3 anon!!!! I'm happy to hear from you again omg!!! I hope you've been happy and healthy!!!!!

1.) AAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUU!!!! >0< it was indeed a blast!!! I was flattered my birthday could be remembered and that so many would take the time to message kind words. :D it was a very pleasant surprise!

2.) Catboy Jade is the most beloved!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) omg,, catboy Azul...... the creature of all time. In my mind he is a pampered, sheltered house cat who lives every day in luxury with his owner. <3 catboy Floyd is a stray; I imagine you rescue him after you find him bleeding out in an alley and from then on he refuses to leave your side. Or maybe it's like the Vocaloid song "ah, it's a wonderful cat life," in which stray cat Floyd falls for you, the pampered, protected house cat of [insert non-catboy twst character here]. :O !!!!!!! Stray catboy Floyd falling for you, but you're Riddle's cat AAAAAA. Every night Riddle's chasing him away because he's a dirty, diseased, flea-ridden cat who has no business with you! >:( but Floyd always persists. He's determined. ^^;;;

3.) YES YES!!!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و it's so soon (as soon as the epilogue is written and then edits are made hehe)!!!!!!!! I can't wait to post it!! I know longer fics may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to write shamelessly and without worry for a word count. If I'm to write Jade romance, it must unfold like a fluffy rom-com film!!!! And if it takes 100+ pages to write The Vision in its entirety, so be it!! <3 anything for my beloved moray!!!

Thank you for reading and enjoying Monops's Reflection!!!! Jade is so scrunkly in that story... the most messed up and depraved. Aaaaa I'm so glad you can enjoy him!!! ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

#twisted chit chat #:3 anon #and i have indeed been well!!! :D thank you!! <3

[mylittleredgirl]

finally, m*a*s*h update!

season four disc two! ("quo vadis, captain chandler" to "dear ma")

there is a LOT going on in the frank and margaret department

i kind of tipped my hand here when i posted about my new obsession, but even if you are not circling the drain on this doomed ship... the Unresolved Breakup Tension is fuckin WILD in this disc

she literally punches him in the face!!! how was that not a breakup!

but then he buys her something or does something to charm or impress her, and it works! then he blows it again!! rinse and repeat!!!! i am 👀🍿

sam and diane from cheers are still theeee platonic ideal of slap-slap-kiss but these clowns definitely walked so they could run

i literally jumped off the couch when his wife found out, aaaaa it's so juicy

I'M SORRY i realize this doesn't speak well of me as a person, but those long close-ups on her face as she voluntarily eavesdrops on him dismissing their relationship (twice!!) and her heart gets fully crushed??? i could eat popcorn to this all day.

this is the kind of dysfunctional relationship that my artist friends would choose in our youth so that we could Suffer and Make Art, so i really hope margaret is writing terrible poetry about it

anyway, we're peroxide-roots deep into GIRL WHY??!??

and then bj very gently explains to radar that well, see, frank and margaret both kinda suck and we're in the middle of nowhere, so they're all they've got

and i had to spend three or four days staring at the ceiling about it, because YEAH. it's not just that they're each other's only rank-appropriate source of star-spangled orgasms

(and they both care far more about military hierarchy than they do about marital fidelity)

but they are so consistently unkind to everyone around them that they have no other choice for any human connection full stop.

i'm not even talking about their ongoing bullying war with hawkeye and trapper or bj, because that's dirty pool on both sides, but i could count on one hand the number of times either of them have interacted with a subordinate nurse or enlisted man without threatening them. like they literally would not have anyone else to talk to.

but the reveal that she still wants to MARRY HIM? oh god. ohhhh honey. noooo.

that fake proposal prank was so genuinely mean. mostly because they ruined her hot date! 👏 let 👏 margaret 👏 fuck 👏 random 👏 dudes 👏

"isn't general barker the one who wanted you to spank him?" lmaoooo

OKAY i swear i can talk about other things:

hawkeye continues to just NOT pull without trapper here. the nurses are fully dismissing or ignoring his efforts, and honestly is he even trying that hard?? have we seen him get even one date?

i've been trying to come up with an "intricate rituals" joke about hawkeye and trapper but where the rituals are... girls. you get me.

i re-watched the pilot and the desk ep (for frank/margaret reasons DON'T JUDGE ME), and hawkeye and trapper LITERALLY end the pilot handcuffed together, and in the next episode talk about sharing a nurse. how am i supposed to take this???

speaking of nurses, you know that little 🙄 you have to ignore in 2024 whenever the women on m*a*s*h get called honey and sweetheart and baby on the job (though tbh i worked on a construction site and an ad sales office in the 2010's and got the same treatment -- but in the modern day it's done ironically babe)

BUT when potter calls margaret "good girl" after he gets shot??? total opposite feeling. i literally had to pause and take a moment. he's her dad now.

also when he tucks radar in???? everyone's dad actually

in loving memory of radar's other dad though, two important points:

how proud would henry have been of drunk & disorderly radar??

and henry's "i've always wondered if i might be radar's dad" bit is genuinely 900% funnier now that we know radar's mom looks EXACTLY like him.

i don't think i have ever circled back to talk about klinger, who became so so so awesome

it's so funny that in klinger's very first appearance and 30 times since then, he has been told straight up that wearing women's clothes will never work to get him out of the army. there's no explanation for his commitment to this particular form of passive resistance except that he genuinely loves it

the swamp rats built a still and klinger got a sewing machine and learned a craft. he's so good at it!! his looks are 🔥

i feel uncomfortable when i see him in fatigues tbh. it happened a few times in this disc and i would like it to Stop actually

also precious baby father mulcahey... Protect Him.

i LOVE that everyone showed up for his church service when the grand poobah chaplain was in town. they love each other!!! (also the life magazine jeep shoot!!!)

"quo vadis, captain chandler" was really good. i'm still over colonel flagg's whole deal but i now understand why everyone loves sidney freedman, and the guest actor they had playing not-jesus was incredible

bj continues to be the best little brother hawkeye could have asked for

also he maybe invented cpr?

i didn't say much about him here but I LOVE HIM and also his off-screen wife

forward and onward!!!

#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h #mashblogging #if anyone wants me to @ them in the notes when i do these let me know <3

[fuck-customers]

Old men don't make gross ass comments for 5 seconds challenge 👏👏

There's this old guy I get at work all the time and sorry not sorry but he's a total pain in the ass to order for. Always wants to basically tell you his life story when ordering the food like "I want the sandwich... You know, that sandwich... I got it yesterday, no not yesterday, the day before... But I don't want that one, I want the other one... You know.. let me think..." etc etc repeat 5 more times. He always comes in when I'm busy too and literally holds up the line and stops me from cooking for so fucking long.

I used to entertain it at least a little cause maybe he's just lonely, what the fuck ever. Well Not ANYMORE.

He came in yesterday while I'm in the cooking middle of a big order. I try to rush him along as quick as I can while still being polite and he just decides to go "You know if you were younger I would've married you. Do you have a boyfriend? I would've been your boyfriend." To which I'm forced to continue trying to keep him on track of getting his fucking order sorted and he just keeps going on and on about why don't I have a boyfriend, I should have a boyfriend, what am I looking for in a fucking boyfriend

Now I'm just annoyed and grossed the fuck out. Like can you NOT? I JUST SERVE YOUR FUCKING FOOD, THIS ISNT A MEET CUTE AND YOURE LIKE 3 TIMES MY AGE JUST ORDER AND PISS OFF OR DROP DEAD!! WHY TF DO YOU SUBJECT ME TO THIS SHIT EVERY FUCKING WEEK AAAAA

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Cactus (Killshot, Part 2.)

“Choices have consequences.” - Simon Riley, 2022

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: Simon never liked acting on a whim, but the mysterious flourish doesn't leave his thoughts, so he decides to break his habits. One day, he becomes a witness to Y/N's past catching up with her, which marks the beginning of their friendship. 

A/N: I'm actually so insecure about this series, aaaaa. I haven't written anything in a year properly and I'm so afraid people won't like my iteration of Simon. However, there isn't much to base it off because not like we witness their day-to-day life in CoD anyway.  Also, I'm going away for the next few days - chapter 3 is like 25 % finished, but I won't be able to work on it, so the next update should be here around Monday, Tuesday next week (Sunday if I'll clutch it). Sorry for the typos x.

Warnings: SIMON AND READER RIZZING EACH OTHER UP WITH ONE-LINERS (they cringe), both of them generally gushing over one another, and mentions of a past abusive relationship.

Word count: 6.1K

Tagging: @poohkie90​

Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Throughout his life, for as long as he could remember, Simon Riley considered himself to be a person of habit. He preferred a dull, monotonous routine over living his days out carelessly and freely. If he wasn't one of the higher-ranking members of SAS, he'd probably settle for a repetitive job where there would be little to no surprise- he'd likely become an office worker. When talking about routine, of course, Simon didn’t count in his paperwork, deployments, basically all job-related activities or occasional hangouts with his friends, that happened infrequently anyway.

Simon wasn't always like this, no. Back when his old man had all five together, he was what you'd call 'a normal child'. Back then, they were a normal family.

Simon vaguely recalled a train he loved to play with, the warm feeling of safety that his mum's kisses on the forehead brought, the safety when he could play with Tommy, just running around in the park pretending to be a pilot. Naturally, that all went to bloody shit. His old man lost all of his marbles. When Simon finally left home, he promised himself he would take full control of his life. His comfort in routine was the result of his father’s A+ upbringing. It taught him many lessons, some of which kept Simon up at night even as a grown, 6'3 man; moments when he felt like he's unable to protect himself or those surrounding him. Due to his many psychological evaluations, profilings and talks with the military shrink, he knew all the feelings were irrational. He was trying to fight those feelings the best he could. Simon was a fucking ace when it came to his job, he was able of taking people out in sixty various ways, snipe from blocks away, feel someone's presence way before they'd move... And yet, his father, his father's leather belt and his father's exotic pets brought him to his knees years after everything had been said and done. If he were to slip into a comfortable, never-changing routine, he would have under full control, he wouldn’t have to be wary of unexpected pain or punches that bring him to the ground, make him feel small and weak. He wouldn't have to be afraid of his demons that much... Wouldn't have to be afraid of feeling like a little, helpless child.

Now, throughout his adulthood, his day-to-day routine was firmly given - hour after hour, Simon’s brain knew what his body should be doing and it followed the schedule to a dot. For fucks sake, he was the kind of person who went out to buy groceries every two days and even on days he didn’t have to buy anything, Simon walked to the shop for the sake of keeping up with his routine. Due to this part of him, he could be perceived as a bit of a nut job. Almost everyone who'd ever been inside his apartment called him a cleaning freak - while in reality, it was just easy to keep the flat tidy thanks to a firmly given schedule. Simon didn't mind his flat or himself getting messy, otherwise, he would go insane during deployment. He didn't mind getting down and dirty, he didn't mind getting his clothes ripped, he didn't mind getting his body covered in scars if it meant the mission's success. It just meant that every day at 7 p.m., Simon did the dishes and disinfected most of the surfaces inside his house. He couldn't recall a day when he'd have dust in his flat except for when he came home from deployment. The fact that Simon owned little to no decoration inside his flat meant he didn't have to fiddle-faddle with dust catchers. First thing every morning? Putting on his baklava so he wouldn’t punch the mirror while looking at his reflection; followed closely behind with setting a kettle on the stove to get the tea going. Simon also had periodical tasks, as he named them - buying shoes every six months, and wardrobe renewal every three months.

His life was just a big scheme of periodically repeating tasks in which revelled. No surprises, no pain, no belittling - just Simon taking the reigns over his life.

However, something changed after Johnny and Cassie's proposal dinner. He couldn't point his finger at what it was, but his routine was missing something. And it was bugging Simon the fuck off. When Simon let his mind wander about, he caught himself going back to meeting the florist, Y/N as she introduced herself. His mind was considerate enough to let him play the memories again and again; all the alien feelings as they brewed inside his chest, him not being able to vocalize it, him not being able to speak properly when she looked at him. A hint of interest in her eyes as she realized why he accompanied Johnny. The flame of her warmth surrounding each action, word and expression. The tone of her voice, the fact that she was gorgeous... Simon had to see her again. He needed to talk to her again, ask her out if he'd find the courage.

Truth be told, he wasn't a stranger to hookups and attempts at getting into a relationship. Problems came when Simon tried to open up. The problems came after the act had ended. A one-night stand was fun enough until the girl asked if he'd like breakfast or if he'd like to repeat it someday. Simon loved the intimacy something as simple as sex could bring, he enjoyed the passionate emotions and friction of bodies... Until consequences came. Until the 'next morning' hit him right in his gut. Until he woke up next to them, seeing them sleep. Until he quickly put on his clothes and ran off like a scared little boy.

When it came to establishing a relationship, whether emotional or strictly physical, was when problems started to arrive... And never stopped coming. The last time he gave into giving this a try was four years ago. This experience kept him from dating ever since. His longest relationship? Half a fucking year, ended up with him getting deployed. Frankly, Simon started to feel very strongly about the lass he was seeing, he even planned on asking her to move in, he wanted to tell her he loved her. As he came to see her with a flower in his hand, some naked bozo answered the door. Naturally, actions spoke faster than words, so he packed a solid fucking punch. Needless to say, he hadn't seen Erica since. Not that he was sad about it, he was just brokenhearted and upset.

But you... Simon had never felt this strongly about anyone when meeting them for the first time, not even Erica made him as flustered and overtaken with emotion as you did. Trying to meet you, however, brought needed changes to his routine. Consciously pushing against the order set in his life was an enormous, almost unrealistic task. On the other hand, he was doing it for a good reason - if this meant he would be able to see you, he was willing to risk the restlessness that breaking the stereotype brought. On top of this, it was a well-known fact that working on administration outside the office greatly improved one’s overall mood. Or, so Price advised him.

Also, Simon was well aware that using the phrase ‘seeing you’ wasn’t fitting - he’d never gotten as far as making a contact. He started slowly - frequenting the cafe opposing Rosemary’s to scout out the terrain. He even noticed its name, Grind On. That made him chuckle. The man started taking notice of your presence in the shop - the very periodic nature of your shifts didn’t seem to change, which brought some relief and comfort; he’d be able to set a routine around this. Soon, he found himself sitting in the café every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to match your schedule; over time, he’d found himself a dead angle within the café in which none of the other guests could read the paperwork he was going through. The table was placed directly opposite the entrance to Rosemary’s, so Simon could watch as you created hundreds of bouquets over the span of getting used to his new way of living.

Even going out as frequently made him feel a tiny bit better, being around people as often was always alien to Simon, but simply letting life flow around him was making him feel easier. Not everyone was after his throat, not everyone stared at him as if they were about to shit their pants. No. To most people, Simon was just 'that rando they met on the street'. After some time, the baristas remembered his face (in a way) and his order (plain breakfast tea with a muffin, sometimes the soup of the day if he was feeling courageous) and started treating him as a regular, mainly a young bloke named Jason and a middle-aged woman named Anne. No more weird looks at his baklava, no more fear in their eyes. Just pleasantries. They even started asking him about his plans, his day, his mood, his job. Simon rarely gave in to the small talk, but it made him smile. He'd even go as far as to nod at the other regulars before putting his laptop onto the table, and plugging it in. Other times, Simon would bring a book or the newspaper. His eyes were on you the entire time, though. Oftentimes, he felt like an agent on a tailing mission, as if he was observing the suspect from afar, trying to gather intel. He had to reason with himself, telling himself his intention wasn't to pry, let alone stalk you - he just needed time to figure out how to approach you. He hadn’t got anyone to buy flowers for, which complicated the situation a fair share.

On Mondays, he’d take his favourite spot in the café in the early morning, watching you open up the shop. Each time, you were accompanied by Bonnie, who ran after you happily, barking as you teased her with a smile. Simon noticed that Bonnie’s collars switched frequently - sometimes, you’d tie an enormous plushy ribbon around her neck, other times it was a stylish bandana collar, and sometimes you picked the traditional, singular colour collar. Ghost found this habit of yours utterly cute, and soon, he realized he was looking forward to what collar Bonnie would be wearing next time. On Wednesdays, he’d come two hours before your shift was ending, making sure everything would go smoothly. There was never a singular hiccup throughout the month of his observations, he had to admit. On Fridays, he’d usually just drop by around noon to simply… Look at you, afore you from afar. Simon always had a keen eye, it was a requirement when it came to his job, and was a patient observer. He liked the way you always waved at leaving customers or measured the flowers’ length using your eyes only, always cutting off the exact length which needed to be cut.

As Cassie said, you were talking to the flowers a whole lot - each time, when the bouquet was near completion, you’d push your face next to the flower, whispering sweet nothings. As he watched you, oftentimes fiddling with his teaspoon, Simon caught himself daydreaming. What if he was your bouquet? What would you whisper in his ear if you'd get the chance? Would your fingers run across his jawline with matching subtlety, setting his body ablaze? Would it turn you as much as the thought turned him on? Could the two of you perhaps have some fun with the ribbons you use in your bouquets all the time? How would it look like if you’d wove it into your hair and Simon was the one to slowly pull the strands out one by one? How would it look and feel tying your wrists together? As soon as the clothes started disappearing in his imagination, Simon had to snap himself out of the trance. Thanks to this, he bent more than three teaspoons. The baristas usually laughed it off and brought him another one, and thank God they couldn't see how heavily Simon blushed under the mask.

His favourite moments, however, were those in between - the small moments during which he went on a smoke break and managed to listen to some of your music. Yea, it was still fucking tacky, but the tunes were starting to grow on Simon. A few times, he even caught himself pulling his phone out just to let Shazam search for the mysterious tune. There was a regular pattern traceable in your music choices. It was closely tied to the type of order you've got. Each type had its assigned playlist and thanks to that, Simon started to understand the habits and recurring phenomenons in your work. On some days, the oldies blasted through the flower shop as you waltzed through it with Bonnie hot on your heels, laughing while putting the flowers together - those were usually assigned for lovers, for dates and overall happy occasions. On other days, slow ballads and nonsensical love songs played, which usually meant you were working on wedding bouquets or big-event-type bouquets, just like Johnny's proposal bouquet. Simon genuinely hated it when you got a gig for funerals or other ceremonies similar to it - the shop remained silent - Simon noticed you usually didn’t even turn on most of the fairy lights at your disposal. Your mood dropped and the happy antics disappeared as you tied the flowers together, making sure they were honourable enough.

As per usual by that point, this happened on a Friday, and Simon sat at his favourite spot. There was a chai latté in front of him (he started to love the flavour of cinnamon harmonizing with the rest of the blend as well as the drink sending a wave of warmth through his entire body) along with a chocolate muffin. He just got back in and Anne was on his ass… That was sweet of her. As Simon looked up to nod her way, the barista just winked back with a knowing smile. The mood was good and you didn't have a lot of orders per se, but you had enough traffic to still make profits - Simon just back from his smoke break, hearing a hypnotizing love song playing inside the flower shop when a customer opened the door. Before picking the book off the table, he turned his head in your direction, expecting that you'd be walking the gentleman through what the flowers meant, helping to pick out the best combination. Instead, you were giving the customer a deadpan, frozen behind the counter, your expression devoid of any emotion. The man was clearly talking to you, gesturing heatedly and Simon didn’t have to go far to conclude he was most likely yelling his lungs out at you. ... better than her mum, anyway.

The words rang through Simon’s head as you finally took in a breath, yelling right back at the guy with matching intensity, shoving him out of the door. This was all Simon needed to see - he started packing his stuff, giving Anne the total and left a generous tip before he walked outside the shop. While you walked behind back onto the counter, falling onto it while your fists grabbed onto your hair as you gasped for air, the guy stared through the door at you. A moment later, he turned on his heels to leave the place. Simon was faced with a challenge - either he could go and comfort you (which would finally get him the chance to talk to you) or tail the guy, finding out a bit about him. Maybe even to have a chat with him. Against his better judgment, Simon's body moved on its own as soon as the mysterious man started walking towards Soho.

Simon genuinely didn't know for how long he tailed the guy - he watched him get into a double-decker in the centre, leaving while memorizing which route this number took. Simon was thinking about following him and getting on the bus as well, but the image of you being distressed was burdening him. Who even was the guy? Your boyfriend? Were you seeing someone? Honestly, Simon didn't consider this possibility beforehand. God, what if you were seeing someone and he'd come across as a perv and a stalker? Or... Could it be the one troubling you? Could he just be a rude customer? Could he be trying to wreak havoc in your daily life?

Fifteen minutes later, Simon was standing in front of Rosemary’s again. He fought himself for a long time before he entered the shop - as to be expected, you were nowhere to be seen, the tunes were playing silently, tuned down to a mere whisper. Because the door to the employees' facility was cracked open, it didn’t take Bonnie long enough to poke her head out with curiosity - and once more, as soon as her eyes landed on Simon, she was ready on her feet and running right to him. The adoration in her eyes made him chuckle as he mirrored Johnny’s actions; he leaned down to pick her up, scratching the sweet spot behind her ears. This ruckus was enough to lure you out as well.

Simon’s heart nearly broke when he saw your puffy eyes - suddenly, all the energy was gone, there was no warmer to be found and no smiles to be given. “I’m so sorry. I’m on my break and forgot to lock the door. Could you perhaps come in fifteen…” - You started, still drying your eyes with a napkin. When you actually looked at the newcomer, you were visibly caught off guard... Simon hoped it wasn't the bad kind of surprise, but your expression made him sure it wasn't the case. Some of your warmth started to come back as you smiled gently. - “Ghost.” - Was all you whispered. You didn’t need to say much more, because even the endearing tone of your voice made Simon grin sheepishly, his heart doing a backflip in his chest.

“I can come back in fifteen. It’s not a problem.” “Really? I'd appreciate that, you’d be a sweetheart… My day isn’t going too well and I need a bit to pull my shit back together.” - You sighed, rolling your eyes upon going back to the encounter with your ex-boyfriend. He refused to give up, still claiming some fucked up form of ownership over you - the next time he’ll swing by to hit you with his bullshit, you were sure your hand will slip and you’ll slap him… Or worse, kill him or something. You’ve never considered yourself to be a violent person, but Billy was bringing out the worst of you, awakening some dark fucking demons inside you each time he dared to even break... Especially after all he had done. Simon, on the other hand, was enamoured with the nickname - he'd be a fucking sweetheart. Just the nickname alone weakened Simon’s knees, putting a boyish smile on his lips. His brain flashed around three million different scenarios during which you could call him sweetheart too, making his breath hitch a little.

“Mhm.” - Simon hummed as if it was obvious he'd do as you asked, waiting for his voice to regain its footing. Then, he reached out his palm in your direction. - “I’ll take this pretty girl out for a walk if that’s fine with you.” At first, your reaction to the offer wasn't clear - a furrow appeared on your face, looking him up and down with suspicion. All the tension was erased when you snickered, shaking your head. Within the next minute, you were giving Simon Bonnie's leash. Simon didn’t really expect you to comply, but it made him a bit more sure of his footing. You clearly trusted him enough to take care of your dog for fifteen minutes; whatever you thought of him, it had to be positive.

“Look at her. Barely half a year old and she’s already getting all the nice guys to herself. She’ll grow up to be a heartbreaker, mark my words.” - Giving Simon the leash, you walked to the duo to pet Bonnie as well. You’ve pressed a small bag into his palm as well - it was filled to the brim with various dog treats, snacks and small plastic bags for poop.

“Honestly, would you be able to resist these eyes? Just look at the lass.” - The man let slip par his slips, utterly enamoured by your beauty as he kept staring at you. Thankfully, you were too busy kissing the top of Bonnie’s head to notice the way he stared at you. “Hey, Y/N?” “Hm?” “Is there anything I can do for you? Would you wanna… Talk about it, perhaps? It could help you take your mind off things.” - Simon wondered, the question slipping past his lips on its own. You were paying him full attention now, locking your gaze with his. It almost looked like you were internally debating over whether to tell Simon what happened or not, but then you shook your head with one of the sweetest smiles anyone had ever given to him. - “It’s just petty personal bullshit, nothing I can’t deal with on my own. Anyway… You two should go now, you’re disturbing an artist at work.”

There she was - the girl Simon daydreamed about for the last couple of weeks. Even though you didn’t confide in him, his offer clearly made you feel easier. The light was slowly coming back to your eyes, your smile was melting away the ice surrounding his chest, and your warmth was making Simon feel better about himself. You talked to him precisely like you did to Johnny - as if you were the oldest of friends bumping into each other, just chatting about.

“On our merry way, ma’am.” - Simon saluted just to make you laugh. After, he put Bonnie on the ground, making sure the leash is locked onto her collar properly. As he heard you chuckle while he closed the door, he smiled to himself too. - “See you in a bit, you two! Give him hell, Bon Bon!”

As Simon promised, he took Bonnie for a walk around the block of various shops, and Asian restaurants mixed into residential buildings. Because of Bonnie and her curious, friendly nature, Simon was suddenly the target of attention - a 6'3 man with a mask on his face walking around with a 6-month-old puppy of an Austrian shepherd with an enormous lime green ribbon around its neck sure made a lot of head turn around. Even though the duo walked pretty slowly, they still had some time to stop by Grind On, picking up chai latté and baked goods for. When Anne noticed Bonnie resting in Simon's arms, sniffing his baklava happily, she gasped as if he unravelled a secret.

“So that’s how it is! This makes a whole lot of sense.” - Anne murmured with a sheepish smile while working on the order - two chai lattés and a whole selection of baked goods; he knew you'd die for Grind On's croissants, but that couldn't be all you liked, right? Simon's eyebrows raised upon Anne's excitement, waiting for her to explain the mental gymnastics behind whatever she concluded. - “That’s why you’re here so often! That’s just adorable!” “What is?” - Simon deadpanned. “You’re coming here regularly often because you like to watch your girlfriend at work, what a lucky gal. Honestly, Y/N is one of the sweetest people working on the same block as us and she deserves to have a gentleman in her life, she’s got enough letdowns already. Don’t you think you can deceive me, darling, I know this sweet little girl all too well, right, Bonnie?” - Anne explained, gushing over how adorable Bonnie was. Her words caught Simon off guard. He, indeed, loved watching you work. And Anne calling you his girlfriend sounded so heavenly, but…

“She, ugh… Y/N isn’t my… She’s a friend of my friend. I just like this café, s’all.” - Simon uttered against his will, having Anne looking at him with a slight furrow. Her expression slowly grew gentler and gentler, turning into a motherly smile at the end as if she knew something Simon didn’t. It was precisely all the words Simon didn’t say out loud that told Anne everything she needed to know.

"I see. I hope you'll get the courage to tell her soon, then. It's like watching the beginning of a romance movie." - The woman whispered wickedly and winked at the duo. Simon nodded without a word, watching Anne put some extra goods into the paper bag. You deserved a gentleman. You've had enough letdowns in your life. What if Simon was a letdown? What if he wouldn't be what you deserved - what if you wouldn't accept his careful advances in the first place? He's been so into you that he hadn't stopped to think if you could be interested in him... And due to the small number of your interactions, Simon couldn't base his stance on anything. He basically didn't know you, he spent a month gushing about a stranger. He could ask Cassie about you, about what you've been like and what you're looking for... But that would give him away immediately.

As he put Bonnie back onto the ground, he was furrowing, being lost in his thoughts - not for long, though. You've seemingly got your shit together and started working on another order - there was a little boy standing in front of the counter, watching you with his mouth open. "Ghost!" - You exclaimed happily, smiling from ear to ear. Bonnie, as the little she-devil she was, ran to you immediately to totter around your feet. - "Was the walk nice, Bon Bon? I bet it was, yeah? Yeah." - The tone of your voice pitched as you leaned down to greet your dog, letting her lick your chin a few times.

It took just a moment to finish up the flower - the boy paid you 5 pounds for a singular red rose, all the decorations being counted in. "The rose wasn't worth only five quid, was it?" - Simon wondered. "Come on, be a romantic. He was about to ask his crush out, what monster would I be to stand in the way of young love?" "Right. You'll rather go broke." "Exactly, that's the spirit." - You bounced back immediately, pointing at the enormous paper bag in his palm. Without hesitation, Simon gave it to you to let you peek inside. As soon as you noticed all the goods, your expression froze a bit. That had to be worth at least fifty to sixty quid. - "What's that for?" "I asked Anne for three croissants, but as soon as she spotted Bon, she filled it to the brim." "Are you a regular in Grind On?" - You wondered. "Started frequenting it after tasting the chai latté you recommended. Couldn't shake it out of my head, I hadn't tasted anything like that before. Also, Soho is really nice at this time of year."

For a bit, neither of you said a word. Your eyes locked onto one another, your breath hitched and got irregular. Simon noticed that you shivered, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. Only if he'd know how flustered you were - your entire face was flushed, you had to battle the corner of your lips just so you wouldn't smile like a freaking idiot. You couldn't get him out of your head. The mysterious Ghost guy accompanying Cassie's fiancé on the day of their proposal, you couldn't forget how much he didn't belong in the flower shop. The first moment he walked in you knew that he wasn't feeling too good about the place, so you didn't want to intrude by prying information out of him. The warm, intense gaze of his eyes made you smile each time you recalled it. Usually, you'd stop anything you've been doing so you could giggle and fluster; at that point, you had to remind yourself that you were a grown, independent woman - not a crushing high-schooler. You hadn't even seen his face, for fuck's sake. On the other hand... The sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat each time he spoke. When they left the shop, you watched them disappear in the distance for as long as you could, wondering if you'd ever see him again.

As to be expected, you asked Cassie about him the next time you got together for a coffee. You were desperately trying to lure any sort of information out of her, but she didn't budge. She explained that Ghost was particularly vigilant about sharing pieces of his life, keeping his private life very private. The two had known each other for almost a year and there was a lot she didn't know about him - according to her, Cassie didn't believe that Johnny would know that much more than her. What Cassie did know, however, she didn't share out of sheer respect for their friendship. You respected her decision, not prying any further. All she gave you were vague assumptions - that Ghost was in his late twenties, that he'd been born and raised in the UK and that he'd joined the military fairly young. She also asked if you'd like to get his number, but you didn't accept - if Ghost would like you to have his number, he was the one to give it to you.

And now, Ghost was there, with you. Standing in front of you. Bringing you brewing hot chai latté and a horde of baked goods, just like he did before. You couldn't be sure, but you prayed this was his love language - because any guy before him was able to make you flustered by simply looking your way. Trying to act casual about how you stared at him, you cleared your throat and put the bag away with a gracious smile.

"I hope you'll have some with me, then, this would last me a week at least." "I had my share earlier in the afternoon, thank you, though." "Ah, I see." - You whispered, the disappointment clear in your face. At least you thought it had to be. - "What can I do for you? Anything on your mind? Can I tie you a special flower for a special girl? A girlfriend, perhaps?" - You wondered, trying to act professionally about it while you prayed his response would be that there is no girlfriend.

"That's strange." - The man uttered under his breath, chuckling with disbelief. This took you by surprise, making you chuckle as well. - "That's the second time today someone assumed I'm shopping for a girlfriend." "And... Are you?" "No." - Simon deadpanned matter-of-factly. - "There's no girlfriend to shop for." - He explained, making you giddy up a bit. Bonnie was now running around the two of you, laying on her back so you'd pet her - but you were unable to take your eyes off the man. These eyes, man, they were beautiful.

"What are you looking for, then? Would it be bold to assume you're shopping for a flower?" "I actually am." "You're in the right place then, I can walk you through everything you'd need to know about them. What kind of flower are you looking for?" "I'd hope so, you're a florist." - Simon muttered under his breath. First, it came across as a rude comment - when he flickered his eyes at you, you realized he was trying to joke around. Naturally, you grinned and shook your head. - "The windowsill in my flat looks a bit bland, decided it's time to liven it up. The problem is that I'm not a flower guy."

"I'd assume so, you're not the one who studied to get this position." - you reiterated, shooting right back at Simon. You could see the baklava shift on his face, so you assumed he was smiling. "You know what one flower said to the other when it was asking for a chance?" - You mumbled as you started to figure out what would be appropriate for Ghost - you knew he and Johnny were military, and Cassie confided that they often got deployed. It had to be a flower that could go without regular watering for months, but it would also have to be something that wouldn't mold easily. Simon watched you move closer and closer to succulents, caught off guard by the question.

"Come on, Ghost. It's a good one, I promise, don't make me feel like a dud." - You mumbled impatiently when he was silent for far too long. - "You know what one flower said to the other when it was asking for a chance?" "No idea." "Don't worry, love, I'll grow on ya." - You finished with a wicked grin on your face, waiting for Simon to process the joke - as soon as he realized what you just did., the man let out a chuckle. It came across as if he did his best to suppress it, because this joke was one of the corniest he'd heard - the only person with even worse jokes was MacTavish himself. "You're one of these, huh?" "It's a good joke, come on." "Never said it isn't." - Simon muttered quietly, feeling a big smile breaking out on his face, no matter how much he fought it. A cute, beautiful florist with flower puns and one-liners? With each passing second, you were getting better and better, almost too good to be true.

"There she is." - You mumbled, pulling out a small round cacti. - "It's a cactus usually recommended to beginners, so no need to be worried here. This small lady is a part of Echinopsis, a cacti group native to South America. This one is from Argentina specifically, so it prefers warmer temperatures and a lot of sunlight, perfect for a windowsill." "Why did you go for this one specifically?" "Because it's very well known for its dramatic buds. And you strike me as someone who secretly revels in drama." "That was cold." - Ghost rebutted immediately, amusement clearly audible in his voice. "... Also because it prefers sandy soil and can go without water for a fair share of time. As long as you leave it in sunlight and don't let it freeze to death, it should easily wait until you get back from deployment." - You finished, flustering and looking away. It had to be obvious you memorized every last bit of detail about Ghost, no? There wasn't much you'd know about him, but you remembered a thing here and there.

"It's perfect for me, then." - Simon agreed, carefully taking the cactus from your palm to give it a look. He quite liked it, it was very small and cute. - "Were you joking about the buds?" "No, this cactus' buds are enormous and colourful. Haven't met a person who wouldn't like the look of it." "I'll take it, then. Have you heard flowers are capable of kissing, by the way?" "They're what?" - You snickered back as you prepared the cactus for his new home - you'd packed everything Simon might need as someone new to owning a plant. "Yeah, they have Tulips." - Simon added matter-of-factly. At first, you deadpanned at him before you shook your head in disbelief. "And you were judging me for liking flower puns?" "Hadn't ever said I didn't like flower puns. What's the total?"

Without putting any numbers into the register, you put a fancy paper bag in front of Simon. It had everything he might need - fresh soil, a bigger flower pot, a small scapula to help him re-plant the cactus once it grows bigger. "It's on the house." "Not in a million years. What's the total?" "The total is: it's on the house, Ghost. I don't a single dime." "Y/N, come on." "Take it as my way of paying you back for making sure Grind On won't have any baked goods to sell during their afternoon shift." "That's how it is?" - Ghost snickered with amusement. You've been clearly assuming you're the dispute going your way, so you nodded proudly. "That's how it is, sir." "I'll take it as a prepay for the next delivery, then." - Simon informed you as if you didn't have a say in this, earning a gentle smile from you. The light inside your eyes intensified as you looked at the man with adoration, pushing your palms into the pockets of your jeans just so you wouldn't start playing with your fingers excitedly.

"Will you come to see me again?" "Affirmative, ma'am." - The man breathed out, feeling his heartbeat picking up as he realized you'd been excited about him dropping by. "I better look up some military jokes so we can make fun of your occupation too." "Got one to get you going." "I'm listening." - You alluded, leaning closer to Ghost. "Why are there no insects around the base?" "Why aren't the insects there?" "It's a no-fly zone." - Simon finished and after you scoffed, he jokingly saluted, turning around to leave the shop. That was when you called out his name, so he'd halt and look over to you. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you again." - Ghost was searching for any sign of irony in your expression, for anything that would lead him to believe that you weren't being serious with him. But there were none. The man didn't answer, he simply nodded and lowered his head before walking out - something led you to believe that his cheeks turned bright pink under the baklava, but you'd only seen it for a second, so it could be just a hallucination.

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[larcenywrites]

hi! in case you're taking requests + feel like writing it, could ya write some headcanons on like how young!Tony and/or "regular" Tony would react to his girl using their safeword for the first time? maybe she like just got a bit overwhelmed with rough sex after a long day or something? just like really nothing dark lol, just ya know idk feel free to ignore this really, idk if I'm even making sense here aaaaa

Haha I know where you're coming from 😆 It's more of a little drabble, but I did one for each and both are a little different! I've thought about this before tbh, especially with younger Tony because he definitely won't have any prior experience in this and would probably handle it with a lot more panic lol

Safe Word

Warnings: 18+ | short but rough sex scenes + overstimulation (but only one is the sexy kind) | mention of light bondage | like one line of degradation/dirty talk | aftercare

young!Tony Stark

You weren't even sure how long he'd been going like this, pounding into you from the start without so much as a warning. Wet teeth bit undecidedly between your shoulder and the softer flesh of your neck, and fingers dug harshly into your waist as if he needed to hold you there. You were already trapped under him, chest to chest and pressed so tightly between him and the mattress that you could hardly catch any breath. What breaths you did catch were lost into his shoulder, panted between mewls. You held onto him so tightly to feel better, but better never came. This time, the soft curls between your fingers and the skin beneath your nails weren't so inviting, but it wasn't anyone's fault.

It was a lot, especially when you were still sensitive and sore from last night, and your day had already been spent on your wit's end. While you've probably let him choke the breath from your lungs before and usually enjoyed his heavy weight pinning you down, the current arrangement sent a bolt of panic through your chest. You weren't sure what he just growled against your throat, but for once it wasn't the tone you needed.

"Tony, wait- wait," you started, voice close to your usual strangled moan. There was an unsure faltering of his pistoning hips, probably confused between the clash of your tone and your words. The two of you experiment with a lot of new games, after all. "Stop," you reiterated breathlessly with as stern a tone as you could muster in this state, pushing at his shoulders and rolling your head away from him.

You'd never told him to stop before.

He stopped, still inside you, and tore away from his spot in the crook of your neck. He let go of your waist to sit up on the palms of his hands, not knowing your relief at the extra breathing room he was giving you. Blown-out pupils drifted over you carefully, still processing the palms weakly pushing into his shoulders with fingers spread and straight to keep from touching him fully. You were panting, turned away from him and eyes closed.

He was practically vibrating with the rush of anxious adrenaline, mind racing behind wide eyes. He finally processed what had happened when he felt relief at the slowing rise and fall of your chest. Without a word, he carefully pulled out of you, nearly recoiling out of his skin when you flinched. He wasn't sure if he should touch you, or what to say. He stepped off the bed as quietly as he could, standing around a bit awkwardly with hunched shoulders. What did he do wrong? Did he hurt you? He's never fucked up this bad before.

He reached out, fingers brushing over one of your raised hands, propped up on your elbow. When you didn't flinch away, he took your hand in his. He couldn't tell if you were shaking, too, or if it was just him.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out quietly without thinking, still looking away.

"No, it's okay," he replied just as meekly with a shake of his head. "Did I do something?" It was your turn to shake your head "no".

"I think it was just a lot," you said shyly. "My day was rough enough, you know," you joked with a shaky laugh. It was enough to ease his nerves a little, able to will himself to run a hand through your hair a few times and caress your cheek when you finally looked at him. He forced a smile in response to your encouraging one. He didn't feel as okay as you were letting him know it was, but he got the message.

Just as he had been nervous to be near you, now he was nervous to leave. He assured you that he'd be right back as if you were a nervous puppy, or maybe he was the nervous puppy needing to assure himself. Either way, he reluctantly let go of your hand after a few more seconds and found his way into the bathroom, shortly returning with a damp rag. Usually he liked to tease you all over again during this part, but he was almost too gentle. The parting kiss he always gave your knee was fleeting and light.

You watched him slide on a pair of sweats before he exited the room, and you took the opportunity to slide under the covers. Tony's absence wasn't any more comforting, either, and you were relieved when he came back in. And with two thoughtful glasses of water in hand, one for each nightstand.

You watched him slowly make his way under the sheets with you, rolling onto his stomach and tucking his hands under the pillow he halfway hid in. He looked over at you, eyes still wide but wanting, obviously too scared to reach out. You took the initiative, shuffling over and innocently pecking his shoulder. Even with his expression still unsure, he rolled onto his side, arm raised to welcome you into the safety of his chest.

You were both a bit shaken up. Limits were something new and uncharted, so neither of you could have known, but maybe you could make things a little easier next time with a simple word, and maybe communicate a little better about when it is and isn't a good time for a rough session.

Tony Stark

"Are you my tight little slut?" He snarled, lips right at your ear and huffing hot breaths with the effort of fucking into you so roughly. A hand on the side of your face kept you pressed to his. Your wrists rolled in their restraints above your head. Your nails digging into your palm only made it worse, so you flexed your fingers instead. You didn't think you could answer if you tried, far too tired from the hard orgasms he'd forced out before he'd even entered you, and even your arms were shaking from the strain of being tied up for so long now. At this point, you really didn't even know if you had another one left in you. He'd pushed you far before, but this time his spearing tip was starting to send pangs of soreness radiating through your belly, and that usual pressure was building into nothing, too squirted dry for any release. It was a new burn of frustration that, for the first time, was far from pleasurable, and he only kept on bothering the sweet spots that were no longer so sweet.

And neither was he.

"When I ask you a question, you answer," he growled again, harshly bottoming out and holding still. The heaviness pressing so deep against your end gave you the energy to answer him in a cry, but it wasn't the word he was expecting. This was why he was always so wary of gags, and always watched you so carefully when you tied you up and fucked your throat. He always kept it in the back of his mind, but this was the first time he heard it. He prepared for it to happen one day, but the panic that shot through his heart still hurt, as well as the guilt that settled in the hole it left. He slowly backed off, the hand on your face no longer so tense and now looking down at you. A thumb caressed over your cheek before delicate fingers moved to take care of stray wisps of hair that he'd probably caused at some point.

Your eyes were screwed shut, but you felt him working at your restraints, pulling them from around your wrists and tossing it to the ground with a thud that made you jump slightly. And it didn't help that he was still inside you, softer at least. His hands were calloused, but they softly took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. You gulped at the gentleness of lingering kisses to the marks that circled your wrists. One hand let go, instead petting over your hair again with a much needed sweetness in his voice. "(Y/N), honey, are you okay?"

Tony's hand was on your cheek again, gently angling you to look up at him. You gave yourself a few seconds to answer. There were no demanding snarls this time in the absence of your voice, only patient eyes of concern when you finally opened yours. You slowly nodded against his palm. His only answer was a thumb rubbing over your cheek and a heavy sigh of either guilt or relief. He finally eased out of you, the burn of his leave probably much better now that he was soft, but you still grimaced nonetheless. Had this been a part of a scene or one of your games, he would have loved to affectionately shush you with lips on your cheek and tell you all about how good you did for him in a low voice, but he wasn't quite sure if it was still the time for that. Instead, he got to work, quickly cleaning himself so he could get back to you. He stood next to you, burying his face in your chest while he expertly wiped you down with that warm cloth. He quietly shushed you when you flinched, jaw tightening at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. They tried to stay there even when he finally rose from your chest, sliding over his shoulders and disappointingly onto the bed when he backed away.

The wet puddle you'd made was turning cold beneath you, and had you feeling a little grimy the longer you sat in it. Luckily, Tony was back by your side to save the day easing his arms around you and carefully resting you on the small sofa across the room. You huddled into yourself as you watched him clean up, replacing the contrasting white and dark sheets and tossing the used pile near the hamper to be dealt with later. He was just as eager to have you back in his arms as you were eager to be back in them.

You were carried back to the bed and lovingly tucked under the covers as if you couldn't have done it yourself. Well, you might not have had the strength to, honestly. He quickly joined you, arms back around you in an instant and hands drifting shapes along your spine. You tucked yourself under his chin, finally smiling when he placed a chaste kiss to your head.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, playing his fingers through your hair.

You slightly shook your head. "It's okay," you whispered, matching the quiet that had so suddenly settled in the room. "I still love you."

He huffed a short laugh at your teasing. It eased his nerves a little more, hopefully enough to follow you into sleep. "I love you, too."

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[naffeclipse]

Naff, just wow.

Immediately after I finished reading the CS chapter the tears came all at once, streaming down my face and leaving wet streaks down both of my cheeks. It is hard to make me cry like that. I’m floored, just completely stunned.

I’m soooo happy you gave us a chapter like this, giving the characters and the reader a safe space to digest and get some questions answered. It was also much needed after the action filled chapters before it and it’s a nice resting stop before the horrors waiting before us.

Naff, you write so beautifully, I’m looking back at the lines of text I saved to keep for this comment and I’m gonna cry again from just reading them! (Also sorry,, this is gonna be a long one,,,)

They ate and came back to your trailer, where all of your weapons reside. Holy water, silver knives, and bolts, the Latin incantations to exercise beings just like them.

Just, I’m crying at this. To me it holds so much emotional weight. This story is so close to my heart you don’t even know AAAAAAAA

The repeating “Eat.”, “Please. Eat.” and finally “Ask, then eat.” has me on the floor weeping and I don’t know exactly why. Just the ‘ask’ before the ‘eat’ feels so calm and like they’ve fully opened up. Ready to answer any question.

“Yes,” Moon answers softly. “We ate their hearts.”

You jerk in your shock, almost flinging the egg and sausage bit off of your utensil and to the floor.

“You ate his heart?”

Moon becomes completely still. He stares blankly at you then at your chest.

I swear they can’t keep doing this! But they must! But please phrase it differently boys! XD

The nature of the demonic cryptid before you tumbles through your brain and into your heart—a monster that protects children. An instinct to reject it as a fairy tale touches your nerves. It’s too good to be true, that’s too romantic to believe a being of teeth and claws would seek to protect vulnerable children.

Again, your writing!! And AAAAA IT IS TOO ROMANTIC TO BE TRUE BUT IT’S!!!!!

I’m so happy mothman came up again! And slkfdlfkfsahvjdf that whole bit was so needed oh man!! Perfect way to break the tension! “You killed it,” “It’s not your boyfriend.” FDKLKFSAJKADFG

I love that Y/N isn’t afraid of Eclipse, they’re afraid of Eclipse hurting others. This is why they love Y/N, their heart is filled with only compassion and an undying will to protect others. That scene by the gully, my brows still hurt from how much I was furrowing and straining them, I was at the edge of tears the whole way through. (I’m crying rn reading it again)

“Life means much to you, we understand—”

“No, you don’t! You don’t know the value of life at all,” you jab your finger at him, hitting the yellow button on his chassis, “If you did, you wouldn’t kill an innocent person!”

*WAILING*

“Heart, we have acted too long upon fear.” He holds your gaze, their voices low and rumbling with pangs of remorse and pleas. “We are still learning, but we want to show you that we are better for it.”

*LOUD SOBBING*

And the vow!! aaAAAA!!!!

Deep in the darkness of your sleep, your fist closes around their true hand, and squeezes.

They hum low, rumbling you into ease with a purr of promise.

They are yours.

I’m fucking CRYING!!!!!

The back rubs have me absolutely MELTING! that’s how touch starved I am at this point

Oh and the hug KILLED ME!!! OH MY GOD THEY NEEDED THAT. I THINK I NEEDED IT MORE THO. AAAAAAAAAAAAA Thank you for that :’>

The slow slooooow build of trust, acceptance and some fragments of happiness coming back was a wonder to read! And the still lurking distrust in the form of the salt shaker is tugging at my heartstrings so hard I think I’m gonna cry again..

Absolutely AMAZING chapter as always!!!

I told you before but please, pleeeeease don’t worry about taking your time with your writing. Waiting one month between chapters is nothing. I’d wait an eternity if necessary❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Meep, I'm gonna melt into a puddle, please!!! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this chapter and I'm seeping into the floor knowing you like it so much! I also love that you shared your favorite paragraphs/quotes because alsdjflasdfj it's always a warm-fuzzing feeling when I hear what people were affected by!

Thankfully I won't make you wait a full month again, but I do appreciate it ♥ ♥ ♥

Ah, thank you so much, babe! ♥

#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers #compliments

[macabrecake]

THAT SENT TOO EARLY SEBIWBW7DB HELLO, CAKE, im invading your inbox to request a smol blurb of re6 Leon and fem! Reader where reader is a rookie and Leon is vv protective of them and when Leon thinks reader is accidentally killed but turns out to be okay, he kisses her or sumn idk im blushingbsjwbwebeu

HAHAHAHA HI LYN and oh shit oh my fucking god u H- You're an amazing writer I've been saying that since I first met you (Eros Trials bby godDAMN) so for you to send me an ask that's also RE6 Leon? AAAAA I'M DEADASS GOING TO PASS AWAY 😭 but I'm gonna try my best so here we go!

In the DSO, Leon is known as one of the best agents who gets his business done with complete professionalism, not without some slight snark on the side of course.

He's also kind of your bodyguard of some sort.

He still has no damn clue how you did it, though. After all, you're just a rookie who happened to take a shine to him. Following him around like a lost puppy that's so young, and bright, and eager to try your best. It's like looking at himself in his rookie years. Ok, sure he'll offer some sagely advice in the hopes you don't turn out like him.

And sure he'll accept your company, it's greatly appreciated on the days when work was slow anyways- maybe he'll wait a little until he knows it's you coming. Listening to the sound of your heels lightly tapping the floor along with your voice softly singing whatever tune is stuck in your head that day. But he never meant to get this attached.

Now it's meeting up for coffee on weekends just to chat about everything and nothing all at once. Now it's him stepping in as your shield when other co-workers try to shake you up just because you're the newbie. Now it's his heart stopping because he just watched your body fall limp.

"Y/N!"

God, why did he have to get so attached?

It was your first mission out in the field. You, Leon, and Helena just landed in China- more like crashed. Where you met up with Agent Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller. You've heard about Sherry before and was already aware of her and Leon's history as survivors of Raccoon City. Jake was new though, would've liked a more proper introduction if not for the sudden appearance of the Ustanok.

The behemoth had downed Helena and would've most definitely killed her if you didn't act fast. Before your brain could scream that this probably wouldn't be a wise choice, you gunned for it. Quickly climbing up it's back you start shooting, stabbing, kicking, anything that would buy her some time. It did work, a little too well. Helena managed to clear off but you weren't so lucky when the Ustanok grabs you and tosses you like you weighed nothing more than a bag of bread.

Your world blurs with the sudden velocity, everything too loud to focus on as the wind rushes past your ears, until your back harshly meets one of the shipping containers with a loud bang. Delivering you a stark contrast of sudden silence and darkness.

It's unclear how long you stayed like that until a deep, frantic voice pierces your unconscious veil. "Come on baby girl, get up..." Your body moves but you can't tell where or from what. "Don't do this to me- please!"

Your eyes flutter open with a groan as your hand comes up to hold your aching head, "Did anyone catch the number on that truck?" You weakly ask. Vision focusing on a familiar pair of deep, fear ridden, gorgeous blue eyes shrouded in shiny golden locks.

It sinks in now how close Leon is to you. You can feel his body heat as he holds your smaller frame snuggly against him. Shielding you once again but so much closer than normal. You're worried he's gonna be mad about your stunt and yell at you so you try to soften the blow with a timid, "I'm sorry."

What you get in response instead, is the agent's shoulders loosening up with a sigh of relief then-

Pure plush warmth and spearmint.

You don't get a chance to register or reciprocate the small, but passionate, kiss Leon lays to your lips before he's pulling away as gently as he gave it to you. Leaving you rather dumbfounded but holy FUCK are you fully awake now.

"Did you just...?" You start, hoping he'll answer for you. What you receive instead is Leon's usual little smirk as he stands up and offers a hand to help you up. "Maybe, but you mind holding that thought until we get out of this?"

You giggle and accept, letting him pull you up to your feet with ease and follow him back into the fray.

Your giddy little smile matching his.

#I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 #time management and I don't get along #but I hope you enjoy! <3 #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n

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HI THIS IS MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING SOMETHING SO I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE HOW THIS WORKS BUT

An Arven X reader where arven accidentally hurts his s/o's feelings? I FEED OFF ANGST

I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY SUBS FOR SO LONG AAAAA

Also I can't figure out anything to write for this im so sorry

🥪 He doesn't realize he hurt your feelings at first.

🥪 He started thinking about it a few minutes later and wondered if it actually could've hurt you.

🥪 He sent Penny a message asking if he thinks it could've. She replied "You're so fucking stupid".

🥪 He immediately went and apologized after that, it's up to you if you forgive him.

🥪 He did all sorts of stuff to make up for it. He made your favorite food, washed the dishes, did all the chores, and let you watch your favorite movie in the living room.

🥪 He has a hard time figuring out what could hurt your feelings. He just says things without thinking.

#pokemon #pokemon x reader #arven #pokemon arven #headcanons #headcanon #angst #its kinda angst i guess