#and I MAY have had to beat someone's kneecaps

[ruskaroma]

omg omg (i really need professional help) i had this Vision of dark+DARK+mean!john wick learning about an asshole who bullied their bunny-really-the-nicest-human-being!reader back during her school years (the reader cluelessly mentions it during conversation). john is not just angry outraged etc, he is The Rage, The War, The Biblical Day of Wrath, so he finds that guy, beats/tortures the living shit out of him and then brings his absolutely clueless little pretty bunny so that she could finish him. john is behind the reader, his arms wrapped around her arms, his hands on her shaking hands holding a gun pointing at the barely breathing man tied to a chair. the reader is crying begging to stop, and john goes "he deserves it, honey <3. now, right kneecap. go, princess, don't let me down".

Oh my god I have something for you.

Let’s give it a very dark twist, shall we? We’ll stick to this concept, but let’s make it even darker.

TW: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse, blood and gore, graphic depiction of torture, john being a very very mean man like he is fucked in the head may god bless his soul, john is also forcefully making the reader kill the man so there’s that.

It was a slip of your tongue. You didn’t notice it, but John surely did. You were used to rambling your thoughts away, a habbit that John adores so much, hearing your voice and telling him everything that’s in your head, because it means you’re not keeping any secrets from him.

A supposed to be peaceful Saturday night ruined John’s whole week, but he didn’t let it show. He kept himself composed around you, smiling so softly when you’d share a random fact about the things you’re holding or whatever comes in mind. He’s a master in the arts of keeping his expression controlled despite his emotions practically clawing their way out of his fucking lungs.

Your head was on his lap as he brushed your hair with his long fingers softly. For a hand that’s killed too many people to count, it’s surprisingly merciful around you. A shitty horror movie was playing on the TV but your attention quickly diverted to somewhere else when you watched a rather familiar scene in the film.

“Oh, man, that sucks. I know how it feels, I used to get hit by my ex-boyfriend all the time.”

What the fuck, John thought. His fingers stopped their movements as he furrowed his eyebrows. You said it as a whisper too but he heard it. He heard it fucking clearly.

“What?”

“Huh?” You moved your head to look up to him. “You said something?”

“You did,” John pointed out. “About your ex-boyfriend. What did you say?”

“Ohhh,” you said in realization, but your tone was calm. Like it was the most fucking normal thing to say in a conversation. “Yeah, he was mean. He used to hit me every time I made a very small mistake, but he said sorry when we broke up.”

John didn’t know what to say. He was frozen, trying to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him all at once.

His baby – the love of his life, someone who cannot even hurt a fucking ant – just dropped a bomb that she was a victim of abuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” John tried to keep his voice leveled, soft, as he placed a large hand on your cheek and pulled you up so he could take a good look at your face.

“Well, you didn’t ask. And it’s not like it mattered anymore. I went to therapy and everything was back to normal.”

“No, that’s not –” he closed his eyes in frustration, trying so hard to keep his shit together. “Did he do anything else? Where is he now?”

“He’s–he’s doing fine. I don’t know where he is, it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten in touch.”

John could hear the tremble in your voice, like you knew what was going to come, like you knew what he’s going to do.

He didn’t answer after you said that. He looked away from you, put his attention back to the television.

You shrugged it off, hoping he would let it go.

*

He did not, in fact, let it go.

You came home one day after work to see him being rather... cheery than usual. It was unusual in itself. John being particularly cheery was not something you see in your everyday life.

He had already cooked dinner when you arrived, ate it beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He was also crooning at your ears, asking about your day if something special happened.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyebrows flew up, curious yet amused. Is this why he was cheery all of a sudden?

He led you to his basement – a place where you’re never allowed to go, always bolted shut and completely restricted to you. You were getting a pretty bad feeling about this.

“What–what are we doing here, John?”

Again, he didn’t answer. You could see the grim, dark expression on his face as he opened the door. The face you only ever see when he was just coming back from a long, tiring day at work. The face you only see you know he just slaughtered someone.

Turns out, he did.

Not exactly slaughtered, but close enough.

The man who made you go through hell for years, tied up in a chair in the middle of the room, missing all his fingers on both his feet and hands.

“John, what the–”

Your boyfriend pushed a heavy pistol in your hand, and your heart is beating so hard inside your chest you couldn’t speak properly. You haven’t yet got the time to comprehend what was happening. It was all too fast.

“Pull it.”

“J-John, please don’t–”

“Pull it,” John repeated. He didn’t like repeating himself. You know this. He was standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back, warm and broad and his voice sounded so menice and fucking evil and– “Pull it, baby, before I do it myself.”

“Why are you–” your voice was shaking as well as your hands. You wanted to drop the weapon but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, not when John was just behind you. “Why are you doing this, John? Please let him–let him go, it was a long time ago–”

“I don’t care,” he said simply, one large hand sneaking down to grab your wrist that’s holding the gun, pointing it directly at the man who’s – Jesus, was he still alive? You saw him move, he flinched, then let out a cough that made more blood from his mouth drip onto his lap. “I haven’t killed him yet because that’s your job.”

“N-No–” tears were forming into your eyes. The feeling of John’s hand gripping yours was already too much to bear, much worse pointing it to the man who abused and neglected you during your relationship, but why were you feeling bad? “John, I–I don’t w-want to, John, please, I don’t want–”

John sighed, disappointed, but he didn’t let you go. Instead, he leaned down closer to your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. His beard tickled, making you flinch and let out a shaky breath as you gulped hard.

“John, he–I know you’re doing this because you think it’s best, but I–I promise you that it’s not worth it–it’s in the past and, and–”

“Excuses, excuses,” John whispered, standing straight and taking a step away from you, positioning himself in front of the gun. “Here you are, begging for the life of the man who abused you in the past. Don’t you think that sounds absolutely ridiculous, baby?”

“It’s not–it’s not ridiculous, John, I promised! We–we talked one time after our breakup and he–he apologized for everything, I swear–I swear, John, it was all in the past–”

John cut off your rambling with an evil stare, and it was so unlike him that it scared you right to the very core. “Pull the trigger or I will. I’ll put a fucking hole in his head, saw it off and send it to his little wife and children back in Vegas.”

“John–” you sobbed. “John, please–”

“Did you know that I made him confess every diabolical shit that he’d done to you every time I chop off one of his fingers?” John said it in such a calm and steady tone that it made you only afraid of him even more. “I chopped all his fingers, and he still won’t stop confessing more. Can you believe that?”

“I already forgave him–I already forgave him, John, this wasn’t necessary–”

“It won’t be the same if I’m the one who pulls the trigger now, would it? It wouldn’t be fair, because I’m not the one who suffered under his hands,” John pushed even further, walking back to his original position behind you, gripping your arm and pointing the pistol directly at his head. “If you don’t pull that fucking trigger in the next five second, I’ll let you use a chainsaw to do it and trust me when I say you wouldn’t want it messy.”

You gulped, feeling yourself grow more and more afraid as John stood behind you. He was radiating anger, but he was keeping it at bay, though his swear words might be some of the leakage of his emotions he couldn’t contain any longer.

“I don’t want–don’t make me d-do this, John–”

“One...”

“John, please–”

“Two....” His voice was scary. Deep and level, and the grip on your arm tightened. You felt suffocated.

“I’m gonna throw u-up if I–”

“Three...” He was getting agitated.

The man’s head rose up from his position earlier to meet your eyes, and you swore you felt your stomach churn. His eyes were fucking gone.

The man opened his mouth to speak and a weak voice came. “D-Don’t–”

You pulled the trigger.

“There’s my little bunny.”

You dropped the gun as soon as his brains flew against your face and onto the wall, painting it red. You couldn’t bear to watch any further. You turned with a sob and buried your face in John’s chest, crying hysterically as he soothed you calmly by petting your head.

“Good girl. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.”

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #john wick fanfiction #john wick fanfic #john wick imagine #john wick smut #jw #concept #drabble #ask #ahhhhhhhhhhh #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves smut #keanu reeves imagine #WELL. #my works

[love-toxin]

Yandere fruity four with an angelface who was an experiment like El & has powers.

They can’t stand doctors or being trapped, if they see a needle they’ll break it instantly. When you’re sick or injured the four have to play nurse, and while it stresses some of them out (Nancy and Steve) they’re all either high key or low key happy for the excuse to dote on Angel and they’re all overjoyed when they realise what a show of trust it is.

And they have to use all their charm and persuasion and manipulation to convince them to stay inside, both out of possessiveness and their safety, and when they do go out they stick to angel like glue.

Angelface is incredibly resistant to capture or confinement, they may even be claustrophobic in particularly clinical or windowless rooms, and the thing with this Angel is that they can’t realistically keep them contained with force, especially if they had escaped the lab on their own. They can’t fight them or hold them down, they could potentially drug them but as soon as they sober up their trust is lost and they’re gonna bounce. I suppose they could keep them doped up, but the amount of intoxication needed to stop them from using their powers would essentially rob them of everything they love about Angelface, they wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation, or dance with them, or even understand the plot of a movie they stuck in front of them cuz they’d be so out of it.

Of course, this causes a fair bit of insecurity for our yan!fruits, cuz even a lil bit of sus behaviour sets off red lights in Angel’s head, at the beginning some of Nancy & Steve’s more controlling behaviour set them off and they almost ran for it, it took no small amount of begging and tears from Eddie & Robin (+ maybe Chrissy) for them to stay. So instead they turn to manipulation and bribery. Eddie/Robin/Chrissy have already deployed tears and they worked, Nancy & Steve maybe exaggerate any lab-related activities to compel them to stay inside, they all bribe them with food they never had, Rob/Steve bring back movie after movie from work insisting that they need to find Angels favourite, Eddie has to be very careful when introducing them to recreational drugs as they have that clinical trauma but teaches them how to enjoy themselves and relax, and I think they’d all use sexual bribes or use sex as a way to wear them out so they’re too tired or sore to want to go outside.

Not that Angel needs much persuading, they find crowds overwhelming and wants to avoid unwanted attention as much as possible, tho whenever they do go out they’re always with someone and more than likely wearing everybody else’s clothes which is a huge bonus.

They fucking love playing with their hair as it starts to grow out, they loved petting their hair when it was shaved but when it gets longer they get to brush it and help them style it to look nice, all of them making competitive jokes about whose hair they should copy or who styles it best.

Angelface starts out pretty naive and innocent (as innocent as someone w so much trauma can be), the world is unfamiliar and they’re still figuring out their individuality but their own inner possessive/protective/clingy yandere slowly emerges. The guys at work being patronising and demeaning to Nancy? His car ends up in a ditch on the way to the next story they were gonna steal from under her. Billy using dirty tactics against Steve during basketball? Get ready to eat it at the next game asshole, enjoy the twisted ankle. Someone calls Robin a d*ke at work? Sounds like someone who doesn’t need kneecaps, don’t come back. Eddie goes to do a deal and they decide to beat him up instead of paying him? An unseen force crushes both their hands and Angel dares them to tell anybody. TF4 don’t even fully realise it at first but over time Angel gets more blatant. Of course they want them to be careful and lightly scold Angel for it but they’re also hella flattered.

When it came to affection in the beginning they were pretty guarded, simultaneously touch starved and touch averse, the most they would do was lean into them when they sat/stood beside them, they mostly had to initiate. Now though? They can hardly get away from for a minute, if one of them needs to detach themselves from them they have to hand them over to someone else to tangle with. Nancy can now do paperwork with Angel cuddled up to her or laying in her lap, Eddie has figured out how to play guitar with Angel fully sitting on him, Robin and Steve will serve customers with a straight face with Angel clinging to their backs. They love it.

(Bit creepier but when Angel get nosebleeds from using their powers they low key fight over who cleans it up and they keep whatever bloodstained cloth they used afterwards, like a keepsake.)

- 🎃 bet you thought you saw the last of me

WROW THIS IS.......MNGH......!!!

ok but lowkey i wanna be their little unnerving-human-experiment-pet 🥺 the thought of skirting around them because you don't know how to socialize or how to differentiate good touch from bad touch, and they seem nice but you know you can't trust anybody, no matter how friendly they seem. like you said, breaking needles or even those soft syringes filled with cough syrup when they try to give you medicine, refusing to be taken to the hospital even when you're on the brink of passing out because of your nosebleeds, and just in general choosing to take care of yourself rather than trust anyone else cause you just can't bring yourself to be that vulnerable.

but when things start getting comfortable and you explore a little more, it gets so much easier. you wander over to the tv and start flipping through channels one day, you tentatively try some of the new foods you've never experienced, like boxed mac and cheese and fresh fruit. and when the four keep treating you nicely and giving you things you would have considered rewards every single day, you can't help falling in to their devotion. you learn how to love from them, you find out that it means protecting the people you care about no matter what. which is what causes you to turn that thinly-veiled anger and aggression towards others, bad people, who deserve it. in your opinion, bad people treating your loved ones badly is an unspoken agreement, one that they don't even really know they're agreeing to--because if they hurt your loves, then they forfeit whatever you deign to destroy. their property, their livelihood, their bones, whatever punishment fits the crime. and how are they gonna get away? who's gonna believe them? you'd love to see them try after they run with their tails between their legs--you won't be too worried though, because you'll be too busy cozying up to your partners with a pout after they gently scold you for committing a crime. but you don't get punished like you would at the lab, and they swear they'll still love you forever no matter what you do.....so maybe it's not too bad to get away with whatever revenge you feel is necessary.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie chats #🎃 anon #anons

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it was meant to be a short, fleeting moment of sharing the elevator ride with someone you may or may not have feelings for. with someone you see mostly on your phone screen during late nights when both of you are meant to be asleep and pretend in the morning when you two pass by one another in the hallways that you hadn’t been talking to each other merely hours before in the wee hours of the new day.

today, your day, his day, went a little bit different.

for a split moment, the lights flicker off and the elevator shaft screeches just as the lift you’re in comes to a staggering halt. you hadn’t realised you’re holding onto someone until the lights come back on and apparently the emergency button was slammed before you can consider it.

as you process to your surroundings that seemed to be a blur just a moment ago, you’re looking up to–”y-your heart is beating so fast right now,” yeonjun’s voice echoes into your ears, past the voice of what sounds to be the security guard coming from the speaker that help will be on the way to get you two out of the elevator that had just stopped operating.

you notice you’re clutching onto his arms that secure themselves around you; as if it was a natural thing to do to protect you in the second things seemed to go awry. you can’t help but laugh at his words, and he seems to have his lips twitched up when he sees you’re still able to smile.

“i mean,” you straighten your back, carefully stepping out of his grasp and he mindfully pulls back his arms away when you find your footing once more, “the elevator stopping out of nowhere will do that to a person,”

this time he’s laughing, along with you. again, it felt like such a serious situation that felt much lighter because you were with yeonjun. similarly, he felt the same when he follows your pace to sit on the floor because it feels like you two would be here for a while.

“well, if it makes you feel any better,” he hugs his knees, peering over his kneecaps to offer you a smile, “i’m glad i’m stuck here with you.”

when you don’t respond immediately and simply raise a brow, he starts panicking that he may have–”n-not that this situation is a good thing! i mean, not that it’s bad that i’m stuck with you but i’m glad that if i am stuck, it’s with you,” he clears his throat, “i mean, not that i wished this happened but i’m just–”

“yeonjun,”

“yeah?”

“do you wanna listen to music together? i’ve got my phone and headphones on me.”

he unknowingly moves his legs to fold them on the floor, shifting a bit closer to you until your arms meet, “i’d like that.”

((the elevator doors open and soobin tries not to show he adores the sight even when he knows he’s not supposed to. yeonjun has his head resting against the side of yours as you lean against him, eyes fluttered shut. a shared set of earphones are split into two; one in your ear, the other in yeonjun’s. 

soobin only wakes you two up after he manages to take a billion photos to use against yeonjun later.))

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 29 -- Dukov

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 29 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Free Use with Dukov x f!Lone

I'm just going to apologize now for the egregious number of exclamation points in this one, but you all know Dukov. Everything Dukov has to say is most important! Must be said with passion, ha ha!

Anyways, this was good fun to write, just as silly and a bit unnerving as meeting him in-game lol. He may be a shitty, drunken womanizer, but he does have charisma!

I hope you like it! 😅

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Free Use, brief fingering, playful spanking, cunnilingus, oral sex, dirty talk, corruption, allusions to abuse, little bit of bimbofication, cock-drunkenness, very slightly dubious consent, Lone realizes she's into it, guilt, squirting, cumplay, possessiveness, Dukov swears quite a bit in both English and in Russian.

Words: 4k

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The anticipation of it all had Lone on edge to the point of madness. 

Was that him? That sound? The door opening, the footsteps... would he do it now? Or does he just want a drink? Maybe he fancies some time with Fantasia or Cherry, even...

How do they live like this all the time?

Lone flinched as one of the dishes she’d just washed settled on the drying rack, clanking loudly and almost causing her to drop the rag she was using to dry her hands. 

“Just gonna have ta get used to it, sugar. If it’s how Dukie likes it, that’s the way it’s meant to be.” 

Cherry had told her, lounging against the magenta heart-shaped cushions, puffing at the end of her Bakelite cigarette holder. 

“Ah ha! Right you are, my Cherry. Dukov’s way is the best way, for him, and for all!” 

He’d laughed as his fingers twirled Lone’s hair. 

“Mm, and Cherry, I think you’ve just found it! Finally, a name for our mysterious and sweet new bidie-in. Sugar, ah, is perfect! Better than ‘sweet cheeks,’ rolls off tongue much nicer, ha!” 

She could flinch at the name, at the new reality she found herself in, but… Maybe Dukov was right, maybe all of them were. Lone was safe here, she was alive, she was fed, clean– well, clean-ish, she was warm enough, taken-care-of enough, and hell, it beat most everywhere in the CW in terms of amenities. If this was the price, the new– frankly ridiculous– name, and this… licentious way of life, then so be it. 

Dukov was loud, vulgar, and, overall, a bit of an ass, but he was an ex-mercenary who would shoot out any stranger’s kneecaps if they got too close to his girls, so… For the time being, Dukov’s Place was to be her home. Lone– Sugar– had passed his tests, she drank with him, partied with the whole lot, and he’d deemed her fit to receive his Dukov surprise any time of the day. With that, came protection, allyship, food, more drink than she could handle, jet, if she wanted it, and… well, more partying. 

It wasn’t the life she’d dreamed up for herself down in that vault, but none of this had been. At least with this life, she’d be alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere looking like bloody Swiss cheese or an irradiated raisin. 

Staring those kinds of realities in the face made it difficult for her old, more domestic, aspirations to seem achievable. 

Lone’s bare feet made soft padding sounds as she made her way back into the main room. Distant gunfire sounded out from the curtained windows; upstairs, someone swirled a drink with ice cubes in it. 

Lay in bed or drink? Both, maybe?

Those were the decisions she had to make now, ones so trivial they made her stomach turn. 

Guilt, maybe. That I’m here wondering if I should have the gin or the rum before bed, while settlers are out fighting for every scrap to feed the children they never planned on having. 

The bags beneath Cherry’s eyes told her the same thoughts wound themselves around in her head, and the way Fantasia set her jaw at the mention of anywhere, anything but what was happening here, in this over-large house– or pad, as Dukov called it– meant she couldn’t bare those musings either. 

How Dukov could stay so complicit in his own enjoyment, Lone will never know, and she doubted he’d ever say. 

Instead of lounging, Lone began to make the bed. She fluffed the pillows in her hands, watching the dust rise in speckled clouds towards the chandelier above her, she smoothed the velvet comforter over the stained mattress below, letting her mind go blank, letting the familiar creature comfort of gentle cleaning bring her back to her time in the vault. When life was simple and it was guiltless. 

“Mm, why make it nice when we just going to fuck it up all over again? Ha ha.” 

Lone tensed at the booming sound of Dukov’s accent hitting her from behind. 

“You have nice ass when you’re making my bed though. I only wish your dress was shorter!” 

Lone fell forward onto her elbows as Dukov landed a loud spank on the cheek of her ass. It stung briefly underneath the thin, nearly sheer, fabric of her lavender nightdress, but her reaction more so came from the shock of his sudden touch. 

“Mm, but you are so… what is word?” Lone didn’t move from her position. She felt her breath staying in her lungs of its own accord, as one of his calloused hands dipped low, smoothing the shallow skirt of her dress up over her back. 

He rubbed her revealed bareness thoughtfully, as though he were stroking over his own chin. 

“Domestic!” He shouted triumphantly, and Lone heard the drink in his free hand splash out and onto the floor with his celebratory gesture. “Like sweet little housewife.” 

Dukov left her at that, strolling leisurely over to the bedside table, where he deposited his glass onto the wood with a resounding clunk. Lone still didn’t move her body, though her head tilted to follow his movements as he stepped back behind her. 

A question formed in her mind, a loud, colorful shape that she refused to put words to. Still though, he answered it a moment later, as he worked the waistband of his sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his half-hard cock without ceremony or pause. 

Dukov was always ready to party with his girls. He’d boasted that the entire first day Lone spent here. 

“And if you want good time, sweet cheeks should always be ready for me too, haha!”

Lone still needed to get used to that aspect of this new life of hers. 

“You have such sweet ass, is no wonder ‘Sugar’ fits you so well.”

With both hands effectively free, Dukov smoothed her dress up to her shoulder blades, and let his fingers drag down the skin of her back as they made their way back to her ass. He cupped each cheek in one hand, giving them both a rough squeeze to help awaken his erection the rest of the way. 

“So quiet today, and all days. Making Dukov feel you do not want to be here…” 

His voice was suddenly edged. Like a switchblade, he was dull, seemingly harmless, until he wasn’t. 

Lone gulped, feeling the dryness catch in her throat. 

“You just… you leave me so speechless, Dukie.” She let her voice come out a few octaves higher, a tone that would annoy anyone else, or make them think she was playing a character of some kind. 

But that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?

“Wanna hear your voice.” She carried on, pouting as she looked back at him with an exaggerated lower lip. “So… sexy. You really know how to get a girl wet and wanting, baby.” 

She hoped that last bit was true. Wished, more like. 

“Ha ha, now that is more like it, sweet cheeks!” She squeaked as he gave her another spanking, surely darkening the skin there with the force of it. 

“Now, spread your legs for your Dukie. I want to taste your sweet pussy. No better chaser than that, ha!” 

Lone did as he asked, stepping up until her knees rested on the edge of the bed, and parting her thighs so wide that her lower lips almost brushed the velvet below. 

“Mm, no prettier sight in whole wasteland than that.” His fingers went to her folds, pressing between them boldly and pulling them apart. Toying with her. “And all for me.” 

His voice took on that hint of darkness again. It became more prevalent with Cherry mostly, when she was being a little too unresponsive for his tastes. When he’d drank a bit too much as well, sometimes it came out then. 

The worst of it that she’d seen though, was when a settler had waltzed in. 

Dukov had offered him a drink, passive-aggressively, and made many clear indicators that the man should leave, and finally, he’d snapped. 

Lone thought her new… patron was going to kill him, and he nearly had, but before that, his voice got cold, threatening and dark as smoke billows. His face had changed too, the laugh lines suddenly drawing downwards, the gleam in his light eyes turning to dull ice behind distant pupils. 

She’d known then, that there was to be no leaving him. Not unless she meant to be gone for good. Even then, though… Lone could see him hunting her down. With that expression, that intensity… silly, raucous Dukov was not a man to cross and expect to get out unscathed. 

In his core, he was still that ruthless mercenary. 

That thought kept her effectively in place, and even inspired her hips to wiggle from side to side, jiggling the ass cheeks that he so loved to ogle, and inviting him in. 

“Take what’s yours, Dukie.” She breathed out, like he made her heart pound from want instead of unease. 

“Oh-ho, I will, Sugar! Dukov won’t ever keep his baby waiting.” 

She felt his tongue on her in the next instant, sudden and instantly prodding invasively towards her entrance. 

His fingers, miraculously, had managed to draw a drip or two of slickness from her in that brief time; or perhaps it had just been her body’s natural response to him, to his presence. 

At this point, it wouldn't surprise her if that was simply becoming habit. 

Whose dogs were they that salivated on cue with the ring of the food bell? Hadn’t he been Russian as well?

It was difficult to think at the moment, as Dukov clumsily tongued at her lower lips, lapping frantically like the aforementioned dogs, as his hands spread her ass wide to allow him in deeper. Dukov sounded animalistic behind her, with all his slurping and groaning, like he was in heat. 

That wouldn’t have surprised her all that much though. But animals only went into heat every so often, whereas Dukov was constantly in need of sex, or it seemed that way, at least. 

Did that make him more basal than beasts? 

Probably. 

Lone had to keep from huffing with laughter at that. Dukov wouldn’t like it if she were laughing as he tried to eat her out. No… that might earn her more than a bruised ass…

Instead, she released a moan that verged on a whine, effectively selling her desperation for him, she hoped. 

“Dukie, your tongue feels so good, baby.” Lone panted out, bucking her hips into the contact until she really did feel some semblance of pleasure from it. 

He merely hummed into her, almost a growl as the grip of his hands tightened, steadying her as his mouth worked. She felt the slight prickle of his facial hair against her bareness, the sensation irritating her delicate skin until, slowly, his movements began to spread her lubricating slickness over her mound. 

“Fucking shlyukha. So wet for your Dukov.” He breathed through his teeth, like a hiss, pulling cold air over her dewy skin until she felt herself shiver. 

“Wet for only you, Dukie.” Lone whined, leaning her ass back as if to plead for more. 

“Cunt sweeter than medovukha… Now my cock would like a taste!” 

Dukov’s knees cracked with the swiftness of his motion, as he stood behind her. Lone’s body shifted on the mattress as his gruff hands maneuvered her ass to be level with his hips. She glanced down between her legs with hazy eyes, noting the distinct darkness of his cockhead. 

He was already swollen, glistening with his own excitement, as he took his shaft in-hand, and guided it to her winking entrance. Her keeper toyed with her briefly, dragging his tip between her folds, and stimulating her more effectively than she would’ve liked. When he couldn’t handle any more teasing himself, Dukov’s free hand pressed to her back, arching it, and he nudged himself inside. 

She was still relatively new to all this, so he was forced to be slow as he entered her, but it was clear the Russian savored it all the way. 

He groaned loudly, dramatically, as her walls eased enough for him to sink in to the base. She felt the lewd press of his balls against her ass as he stayed seated all the way in, merely grinding his head around, stirring at her insides until she was panting and her back slicked with a sheen of sweat. 

Lone felt her walls clench him unwittingly, and Dukov released another animalistic growl as he reared his hips back, dragging against the tightness she created. The friction had him pulsing in her already, but Lone didn’t let that fool her. 

Dukov’s daily schedule involved only a few choice activities: 'drinking, farting and fucking,' as he so charmingly tended to put it. As such, the man had the stamina of a mongrel in heat, and Lone always felt like she was being dragged by the leash from behind him. 

The moments of easing into her, of grinding and molding her walls to him were over, evidently, as Dukov bucked forward and jammed the head of him to the very back of her. Lone yelped, which he seemed to take pride in, for he did it again less than a moment later.   

From there, his pace only built, and Lone’s breathing picked up all the more. She huffed into the stuffy comforter below her, her fingers unwittingly wrapping it in her grasp as he drove her forward into the plushness with every thrust. 

“Ah, you are made for me, Sugar. Made for this big, Russian cock, ha!” He punctuated his laugh with a particularly savage jolt into her, and Lone bit hard into her lip. 

“Tell me, sweet cheeks. Tell your Dukie how good he makes you feel.” 

She was already flushed from the arousal that steadily built up in her, even with the selfish pace he’d set, the unfocused jabs against the sensitive barrier of her cervix, but she felt herself blush all the more at his request. 

Isn’t it enough that I’m wet for you? That you hear my heady breaths and girlish moans? 

“Oh, Dukie, you do!” She cried out, with feeling. “Gonna make me cum for you, for your huge, ah, your manhood. So big in my little pussy!” 

'The more lewd, sweet cheeks, the better!'

His voice ruled her head then. It had to, else her truthful words, the genuine sounds she made in the throes of lovemaking would never cut it for the boisterous brute shoving wildly into her.  

“Ha ha, such a little slut for me!” He gave her another spank, as one hand gripped hard to the flesh of her hip, holding her in place through the barrage of arrhythmic pummels. “And still, cannot even say ‘cock.’ So cute you are, my little vaultie. So innocent. Until you met nasty Dukov!” 

“Such a slut for you, baby.” She chanted, right on cue. 

“I will make party girl of you yet, Sugar.” Another spank; though... now the skin felt more numb than pained.

It… wasn’t bad.

“Have you sucking on my balls like candy on stick!” 

Lone felt herself clench up at his lewdness, felt the flush over her skin spread to her ears, her cheeks, all the way down her chest to warm her swinging breasts. 

“Yes,” She breathed, the words shaking the same as her trembling legs, “Want to worship you.” 

“Have you begging me to shove into that sweet, sweet ass!”

To no one’s surprise, Dukov struck her ass cheek again, surely bruising it in the process, before fondling the swell of it with strong fingers, making her cry out like a yowling feline. 

Lone didn’t want to think about the other women in the building. They’d heard it all, said it all too, she was sure, but still… for her to let him debase her this way… 

Lone's lip ached at the way her teeth pressed into it, until her gasp caused them to release the pressure. 

One of his fingers had prodded threateningly at that tight back entrance of hers, feeling and delighting in the way she clenched at the sudden touch. 

He released another token laugh at her reaction. 

“Ah,” Lone groaned out, “Want you everywhere, Dukie.” 

That seemed to appease him, for now his hand wrapped around her belly, sliding down until he could fondle her lower lips, occasionally grazing that sensitive bud nestled within. 

“Have your needy cunt drooling just from sight of me.” His pressure increased, and his thrusts became more direct, more purposeful with each fervent plunge into her drooling heat.  

“It does baby, my pussy always wants you!” She cried, feeling her walls clenching at him, encouraging this new, intense pace and threatening to topple her over into overwhelming release. “Wants you all the time, Dukie.” 

“Tell me.” He commanded, his own jubilant tone growing rougher, deeper with his increasingly urgent movements. “Tell me where, how– yebat’, how your pussy wants me!” 

“Wants you everywhere, “ She managed, though words were becoming hard to form in her gasping mouth, “Needs you fucking me against the counter, the floor, on the stairs.” 

She told him her fears then, all that she’d been anxious about these first few days of being his newest girl, the places she’d imagined him grabbing her from behind, how she’d thought he’d take her, like he was now entitled to. Because she’d agreed to this. 

As uncertain as she’d acted the moment she signed his metaphorical contract, as guilty and nervous as she felt, Lone had still done it. 

Truth be told… there was something exciting about it. 

It was wrong that she felt she needed to do this, in order to be safe in this world, but there was also some small part of her, deep in the recesses of her innermost desires; the ones she was ashamed of, the ones she never let herself dwell on, lest she become depraved in the watchful, judgemental eyes of the other vault-dwellers, something about this life– about him– that she craved. 

It was like a gnawing hunger, a caged beast, the way it growled and roiled beneath her skin; and finally, she was letting part of it out, giving it leash, and hoping– for her sanity, for her dignity’s sake– that it wouldn’t choke her with the slack of it. 

“Can never have enough of you, Dukov.” Her voice became less an act, her moans leaving her freely as he pounded into her increasingly sensitive walls. “Want you when I wake, want to ah– lick you ‘till you’re hard, ride you until you burst. Want you bent over me, like this, with a drink in your hand as I grind you into my- my cunt.” 

Dukov was groaning behind her. She could feel his cock pulsing inside, like it was nodding its head in agreement to all she said. 

“Want to be under the table at dinner, licking and slobbering over you, getting lipstick on your dick while Fantasia sits in-in your lap.”

“Yes, Sugar. Fuck yes.”

His hands trembled as they held firm to her hips, gripping her until she ached. He was deep inside her now, grinding and jerking his hips, pushing the head of his cock stubbornly to the end of her, as though he could get his dick in any further, as though he could climb inside after it.

“Want- ah, want you to fuck me to sleep, grind against me like you’re doing now, Dukie, and stay inside all night so my pussy doesn’t– fuck, have a chance to miss you.” 

She whined out the last couple words, the pleasure he was stroking burning up higher and higher, growing more intense with each rub of his tip against that soft, spongy spot until she was crying out, feeling her legs tremble, her hands grip until her knuckles paled, until she gushed all over his pulsing shaft like the slut he made her into. 

“Ahh, yes, my shlyukha, cum your sweetness all over me!” 

Lone felt her pleasure leaking down from her lower lips, leaving dark-colored droplets on the purple-pink velvet beneath her. She watched him between her thighs as her head hung low, the way his own legs shook as he resumed his shallow thrusting, the way his soaked balls dripped her translucent nectar as they visibly tightened against her ass. 

“Your cunt squeezes better than Cherry’s ass, Sugar. Fuck, your Dukov is close.” He was growling even as Lone was fading, her fatigue at all the excitement, at being on edge all day waiting for him, for this inevitability to occur, slowly drained out. Brief spikes of pain-tinged bliss had her flinching from his last few forceful strokes against her tired walls, and then he was pulling out. 

Warmth coated Lone’s back in powerful spurts, nearly reaching the fabric of the scrunched dress that still hung from her shoulders. 

Must’ve been saving himself for me today. 

She thought hazily, as her vision blurred and her arms wavered where they held her up. 

Dukov was groaning as he finished, wringing the last bit of his spend out onto her pussy lips, watching that too drip down onto the soiled comforter. 

“See?” He said, breathless, as he stepped back and released his softening cock from his hand. “No need to make bed. Only fuck it up all over. Ha!” 

One last spank that made her eyes fly wide open, and Dukov was finished with her. He pulled his sweatpants back up, reached for his drink, and shouted something to Fantasia as he started up the stairs. 

Lone let her body sag over the ruined covers, imagining herself scrubbing at them later…

And imaging Dukov finding her there, bent over the bathtub she’d use to soak it... 

She shuddered, feeling her pussy clench at the thought, at the possibility of it all, of this new life of hers, before she shoved it back down, deep down, where it belonged, and closed her eyes, letting the sanctuary of rest caress her.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #fo3 #dukov fo3 #fallout dukov #dukov's place #dukov #lone wanderer #f!lone #dwd.nsfw #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[epickiya722]

REACTIONS TO EPISODE 19 - FULL POWER!!

You know what goes on here.

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

And here's the beginning of the one Deku Arc that gets me in my feels.

Yes, give me that Izuku narration! Even though it was just for the letter reading.

Ochaco, don't cry. Please don't cry! 😭

There goes his pose! That he makes looks cooler than Batman.

He looks and depressed already and this arc just started!!

The last time he wore that hoodie was back in season 4.

Oh, it's Shindo and Nakagame!! Grand and fucking Turtle Neck!!! Why is her hero name so funny to me?! 🤣

Shindo and his thot version of Froppy's hero suit. Keep doing you, boo!

It's nice Shindo mentions Ms. Joke since she is their teacher. I like that. And I like Ms. Joke, she funny.

"Now they're sending in kids." Yeah, but GROWN FUCKING ADULT HEROES ARE FUCKING QUITTING. THOSE KIDS ARE YOUR BEST BET, ASSHOLE.

I'm okay, I'm fine.

I get that you want to defend yourselves, but allow the heroes that are still around to help.

That's right, Shindo, tell them.

"... sticking their noses in our lives?" Uh, if Shindo and Nakagame are there to take you to their school...

I can't stand the citizens sometimes because oh, you were worshipping heroes before but now that they're quitting you want to give the heroes who are still around a hard time? They ain't perfect but damn.

"If we could take them by force..." May be extreme, but you gotta protect folks and if they're giving you a hard time... return the fafor. I'm joking.

Ah, shit, it's that muscly fuck!!! I HATE HIM!!! SO MUCH!!!

"You two, let's have fun!" SIR, THOSE ARE KIDS, DAMN!!!

WHEN DID SHINDO INVEST IN SWORDS?!

Did he just push her?!

SOMEONE KILL THAT BITCH!!

WHY RUN BACK TO THE WINDOW?!

12000 layers? Sir, that is disgusting.

"Sometimes, we have to sacrifice our lives!" SHINDO! 😭

"I'll turn your brain into a milkshake!" PLEASE DO!! I HATE HIM!!

Ew

LET'S GOOOOO!!!

I'm glad, as a purple lover, that Smokescreen is purple!!! 💜

"It's you, isn't it?" You're gonna wish it wasn't Deku, bitch.

Dingy looking ass rabbit... looking like a cryptid... I adore him.

"I'm just a human, too." You are???

Why would he put that rock there?

"Fight me will all you have, Midoriya!" Alright then, you asked for it. Don't cry now, don't cry.

"I can't see his face through the smoke." You won't be able to anyways, Tatami. He's wearing a mask.

EN!!! Wait... you're the purple one?! YES!!

En is also very pretty to me.

Ooooh, he's still being all calculating and stuff in a fight. My green boy!!!

Real quick, I love how Midoriya's mask makes his eyes look like All Might's. Especially since All Might's eyes like that are a reflection of him being a shell of what he used to be in his prime. Current Midoriya is well... a shell of himself. He's pushing himself and neglecting how others feel just as All Might did.

"I want a life without regret." Bitch, you ain't Miruko.

BEAT HIS ASS, DEKU!!! DON'T ASK HIM NO QUESTIONS!!!

I'm not fighting anyone who looks at me like this and just standing there. That is a person ready to snap your kneecaps.

I LOVE MY GREEN BOY!!!

But damn it, this arc just makes me sad...

Fucking wow...

FINALLY ALL MIGHT GOT ONE!!

Oh, it's those other hero kids!!!

"We don't want him to die." OH DO YOU?!

Deku passing by the glass just like All Might... THE DAMN PARALLELS!!!

You think Smokescreen smells like lavender? I hope so.

All Might got drip, huh? Them glasses!!

He still has that ringtone?! 😆

I need Izuku to get a bath and a blanket like today.

INKOOOOOO!!!!

I forget how buff Midoriya is sometimes... his face just hides that, okay?

"Please be more cautious." We can only hope...

All Might standing there like "... ah, crap, here we go again..."

Pretty shot of Izuku. He gets his looks from his mom. She is a damn pretty woman.

I'll be honest, out of all the families, the Midoriya's is my favorite. They have had the most tender moments and I swear I shed tears with them.

Ooh, the baby Izuku flashback playing with Inkoooo... 😭😭😭💚💚💚

"Don't worry. I'll come home." 😭😭😭😭😭

NOT ALL MIGHT CRYING, STOOOP!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

DOES HISASHI CRY, TOO?!

Why in the absolute hell is Best Jeanist holding that phone like that?

"The way he holds that phone is so cool." Hawks, stop lying.

I am impressed though.

Ooooh, Gran Torino giving him the cape...

Ooooh, getting more of the 2nd & 3rd Users next episode? 👀 Lady Nagant??

#kiya reacts #kiya watches #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha season 6 #bnha s6 #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #deku #all might #midoriya inko #yagi toshinori #shindo yo #nakagame tatami

[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Candlelight

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 2,235 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, but that’s it really? AU: It’s a Danger Days AU! Notes: Yes, there’s a backstory behind this - how we get to this point so to speak. No, the backstory isn’t here. Yes, I plan on posting it at some point. Hold ya horses :P

Oh and Killer Lux is Robin’s girl. (Of course.) And you can find her adventures under the OC section here.

A power cut at The Diner may or may not start to shine some light on a situation between Siren and Party Poison.

[Set after Shelly’s transformation - from a City girl to a Killjoy called Siren.] It was late in the afternoon, maybe closer to the evening. Kobra and Lux were off having some alone time. They said that they were going on patrol, but everyone knew better. Jet and Ghoul were actually on patrol - safety in pairs after all. Party had been left to watch over the “fresh meat” as Ghoul had called her (as he was eyeing Siren up with a not at all subtle look on his face). She hadn’t taken offence to this at all, in fact she had rolled her eyes playfully and blew him a kiss before turning on her heel to go to one of the back rooms. “Maybe you should stay Ghoul,” Party muttered. “The alone time might do you two some good.” Ghoul snorted. “And have either her or Miss Lux eat me alive? I don’t think so.” “I don’t know,” Party shrugged and turned the page in the magazine he was reading. “Figured you might be into that.” The shorter man shook his head. “Just be good while we’re all gone. Don’t antagonise her, because Lux will find out.” The two men shared a look - the other woman, Killer Lux, had taken a shine to Siren and had already threatened Party at least once, maybe twice, with her “I’m watching you!” look. Ghoul had also been offered to be separated from his kneecaps if he wasn’t careful with the new girl. Ghoul couldn’t help but feel like the threats were unfair, considering the fact that Party had technically made her cry at least once already (even if she said that it wasn’t his fault and that he’d been good to her during it) but… He was not going to argue with Killer Lux. Jet stuck his head around the door of the diner. “C’mon dude, let’s make tracks.” Ghoul patted Party’s shoulder and hurried after the much taller Killjoy. The red-head shook his head as the door closed behind them, pushed the magazine aside and leant back in the booth with a sigh. It wasn’t that he had anything against the new girl, but… He wasn’t a babysitter. On the other hand… It was his fault she was here. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to stop beating himself up about that. Speaking of the girl… He groaned a little as he pushed himself out of the booth and stretched before heading to the back rooms to see what she was up to. He found her in the main bedroom, tidying and adjusting things. He leant against the doorframe to watch her, until he was noticed or until he got bored, whichever came first. She was humming a little to herself, tidying the spaces between the cots. Not that she needed to do that, but he guessed that she was feeling a little useless again. Or maybe restless. He didn’t realise that he’d zoned out until he heard her make a noise of surprise, which made him refocus his attention on her. “Why are you creeping up on me again?” He frowned. “I’m not. I’ve been here for a few minutes.” Siren frowned right back. “Because that’s not weird. Why didn’t you announce your gracious presence?” Party found himself snorting. “You might’ve heard me had you not been so lost in your head.” Siren rolled her eyes and shook her head. “It’s a nicer place to be sometimes.” “I don’t think you really mean that,” he moved out of the way as she approached him, only to have her leave the room and head to the next one - a single room they’d made up just in case someone needed a solo room. (Siren had been the one in mind when they’d been sorting it out really - in case she got overwhelmed and needed the space. Or in case someone got injured and needed the uninterrupted rest time.) “I do mean that,” she said, side stepping a box that needed putting away. The room was a combination of storage room for some of the surplus stuff they gathered and now a bedroom. Party leant in this doorway too, the door propped open behind him. He couldn’t help but smile a little when she looked up, noticed him leaning again and audibly sighed. “If you’ve got time to lean,” she grumbled. “You’ve time to help me out.” “Oh?” “Come and help me shift some of these boxes around.” Party raised an eyebrow at her and it took a minute or two before she noticed that he wasn’t moving, looking up at him while attempting to move a box. When she saw the look on his face, she rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly. “Pretty please?” “That’s better,” Party nodded and went to help her. They moved the boxes around and reorganised them better for a little while. Siren stood upright and stretched, unaware that she was drawing the red-head’s attention. Even though he tried not to be too much like Ghoul, he couldn’t help it. She stretched hard, apparently, so hard she almost lost her balance when she dropped back down from being on her tiptoes. And then the lights went out. There was a squeak of surprise from the girl and then a thud - she obviously actually lost her balance that time. “Are you okay?” Siren whined. “I don’t know. What’s going on?” “Erm, I’m not sure,” Party replied, lowering his voice. “Stay there okay?” “Not really planning on hurting myself more, by stumbling around in the dark, so sure thing.” Party snorted and started carefully feeling his way around to where they’d put a storage crate under the cot, kneeling down beside the bed when he got there. He could hear Siren shifting about a little bit as he groped around in the box until he found some candles - they all had them under their beds, and there were some stashed in other places in the diner for this reason. “What are you doing?” Siren asked quietly. “Hang on.” She heard the recognisable sound of a match being struck and blinked rapidly as a candle or two were lit. She looked from the flame up to Party’s face and saw him smile gently as he put one of the candles on the box that acted like a side table. She watched him position the other candle so there was one either side of them so the circle of light, for lack of a better term, was bigger. “Are you okay?” He asked as he sat on the floor opposite her. “I…” Siren frowned; she swore that she could see concern on his pretty face. “I think so. I think I was more surprised by the impact than I was hurt by it.” The red-head nodded. “Okay, well, when the lights come back we’ll check you over.” “You don’t need to do that,” she shook her head before tucking her hair behind her ear. “Do we need to worry? Has someone cut our power?” Party tilted his head to listen to their surroundings for a moment. “No, I don’t think so. I think it’s just a blip. It’ll be fine.” “So we don’t have to worry about being attacked right now?” He could hear the… Fear, actual fear in her voice and felt pretty bad for her. They were trying to teach her how to fight, and for the most part she wasn’t doing too badly. But she was still nervous. “No,” he said after a minute. “I don’t think so.” Siren nodded and shifted about on the floor. She was pretty by this type of light, he thought. The candles gave her a soft glow, like an aura, almost. It made her hair look particularly stunning. Although he did wonder what she would’ve looked like in this light had she stayed blonde. Because it had been pretty, it had been a beautiful shade. It was just very recognisable and needed to be changed to help her fit in and survive. “Are you sure? You don’t feel the need to go and check?” Party shook his head. “We’re fine, I promise.” Siren narrowed her eyes at him a little bit, seemingly trying to decide if she believed him or not. “Okay,” she said eventually. Party guessed that she decided to believe him for now and he watched her lean back against whatever was behind her; some boxes he thought. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She hummed. “Yeah, I just don’t feel like getting up and probably falling over myself again. ‘Cause I’m likely to do that.” “I can help you up if you’re that worried,” Party tilted his head at her, blinking rapidly when she looked at him. “What, so I can take you down with me?” Siren shook her head. “No, I’ll just wait a little longer.” The red-head rolled his eyes, managed to get to his feet with little effort and without disturbing either of the candles. He dusted himself down a bit and moved closer to the still sitting girl. He sighed and offered her both of his hands to help her up. “C’mon Siren,” he said. “Up we get.” She glanced up at him and then eyed his hands warily. Ultimately, she only accepted his help (with a sigh of her own, he noticed) because she didn’t like him towering over her like that. She took his hands and felt him tighten his grip. It was so weird feeling his actual hands - she was so used to seeing him wearing those stupid (but attractive) gloves. He pulled her to her feet with no effort. She made a note of this while trying not to be too… Curious about his strength. “There we go,” he said softly once she was on her feet again. “Um, thanks…” She glanced up at him and blinked rapidly when he was a bit closer than she’d anticipated. “You’re welcome, little lady.” Siren hummed, just so he knew that she’d heard him before she realised that they were still essentially holding hands. Once that information sunk in, she dropped his hands like they were on fire and went to step back away from him. Only to trip over her own feet once more - she was still not used to the size of these boots. She made a noise of distress and braced herself to hit the floor again, but it never happened because Party had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. Instinctually, her hands went to grab onto whatever she could to support herself, which in this instance just happened to be his shoulders. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it but she could’ve sworn that as soon as she gripped his shoulders, he tightened his hold on her waist. She blinked up at him like she’d just woken up in a stark white BLI room. Their eyes met and Party noticed that hers widened very slightly - he honestly might not have noticed had they not been as physically close as they were. He wasn’t to know that she was taking in the few freckles he had over his nose, how unfairly long his eyelashes were and the exact colour of his eyes, which was only made warmer by the slowly flickering light the candles were bathing them in. “Huh,” Siren murmured, almost under her breath but not quite. “What?” Party kept his voice quieter than normal, there wasn’t really any need to do anything otherwise. Her cheeks went pink, having been caught out and she tried to think of something that wouldn’t be quite so embarrassing. She must’ve taken a little too long because she saw him quirk an eyebrow at her. “Um,” she started in an attempt to buy herself some more time but… Nope. “I was just thinking.” “About what?” He watched her eyes focus on part of his t-shirt. “You’ve got a few freckles,” she let go of one of his shoulders to trace where his freckles were but mirrored on her own face. The observation surprised him a little and he had to swallow before he could speak. “I do spend a lot of time out in the sun.” She smiled but it was softer than normal. “Ah, yes, true but also -” Party tilted his head as she seemed to cut herself off. “Also what?” “Oh… Um…” He watched her eyes focus on part of his t-shirt and he heard her sigh. “Well,” Siren decided that maybe a little of the truth wouldn’t hurt. “I was thinking that… That you look pretty good in this light.” The red-head blinked rapidly at this… Could you call it a confession? He swallowed again and wet his lips quickly before trying to think of something else to say. His silence seemed to make her nervous though because she looked everywhere but at him. And then the lights flickered back to life, killing the moment. “Thanks for catching me,” Siren smiled shyly as she moved back away from him. “I… No problem.” It looked like she was going to say something else for a moment but the bell above the front door of the diner chimed and the sounds of Jet and Ghoul… Disagreeing, loudly travelled through the building. Siren tucked her hair behind her ear before leaving the room to go and greet them, leaving Party watching her, slightly confused. He heard Ghoul greet her before he snuffed out the candles to go and join them.

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fanfic #Gerard Way x OC #OTPtober 2022 #OTPtober #Party Poison x OC

[interrogate-hawks]

no, im not related to the duolingo bird, no matter what forums from 2012 say

#mod simba #pr rep simba #the only way we're remotely similar is that we both have wings #and I MAY have had to beat someone's kneecaps #but that's IT #don't look at me like that #remember to do your Spanish lesson #I will find you if you don't do it

[hakkais-hoe]

Love your aggressive s/o x Bonten headcanons lol

If possible can we get a version where they find out the only freaking reason she's so aggressive is because she's literally hungry and sleepy... Like all the time? Like she'd need food in her hand 24/7 and constantly eating something (or napping) in order to not go off on someone for breathing wrong for more than an hour lol (you can ignore this if you'd like idc I just think it's hilarious to see them with what's essentially the equivalent to a pissed and grouchy cat lol)

Bonten x reader with hanger issues n a food complex.

'm glad ya liked em :)

love this idea too

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting, gun references, drug reference (sanzu ofc).

Bonten: Mikey, Sanzu, Koko, Ran, Rindo, Kaku.

Mikey-

finds you rummaging through your bag after a fight

after you come back with nothing from it and a sour look on your face he cant help but ask

"What's up with you now?"

notices your similar to him after he hasn't had a snack for a while

if you ignore he'll leave you to your little tantrum as usual

after a long bonten meeting you're sat drifting off in your chair when someone bursts through the door

you do one of those freaky slow look ups a glare as cold as ice on your face

"You're really gonna come shouting in here n wake me up you fucker?! I'm fucking tired and hungry af n you have the balls to do this shit. I'm gonna cave ya head in dickhead."

'oh' Mikey knows exactly what the problem is now

he grabs a dorayaki out of his stash n throws it to you

you grumble a bit before going silent and munching on the treat

promptly moving to a couch and taking a nap

from then on Mikey keeps extra snacks for the both of you and you take regular naps in his office, sometimes with him.

your aggressive little attitude seems to get a lot better which keeps the rest of the executives calm.

Sanzu-

tbh i don't think he'll realise, he likes it when you're a bit psycho n that

takes Takeomi or Mochi telling him that you seem calmer when you have snacks for him to realise

straight up asks you

"Soooo you got like a food complex or something babe? Cos I get it I get antsy when I don't have a pill for a while, I can get those food supplement drugs if ya want love."

like boy no who tf wants ur shitty drugs

"I want snacks motherfucker not some boring ass supplements, actual food n several naps a day."

our boy only gets it when you spell it out n will buy you all the snacks n food you want

also keeps a blanket n pillow in his office so you can take a nap with him

watches you sleep like a creep can't lie

whips random snacks out when you get n attitude during meetings

loves it when you have a little anger tantrum cos you wanna nap n lets you drag him down onto the couch to use him as a pillow

probably can't sleep cos of the drugs but good effort

"Think you should take a chill pill on the drugs, love."

"Which one's that is it in my bottle? Is it a downer? They're boring baby."

sir you have a problem >_>

Kakucho-

chances are he already clocked it after the first few times he saw you beat a bitch then walk straight into a shop n buy snacks

wont actually mention it he just makes you take scheduled naps under the pretence that he needs one

will gently massage your kneecaps during meetings when you start to get grumpy

pulls random snacks and drinks out of his pockets

tries to keep you calm all the time

practically throws a blanket at you when you get ratty

will bundle you up even in meetings n make you take a nap on his lap

human burrito

very devoted to looking after you

will let you fight when you're really angry but prefers to keep you as docile as he can

"Love, enough. C'mon come sit down wit me and have a snack leave that piece of shit there."

ur surprisingly obedient when he's waving your favourite snack at you

Kokonoi

honestly he just thinks you're a bit nuts plus you spend too much time with sanzu according to him

most of the time he just lets you do your thing n he doesn't get involved

only realises that there's something odd when the Bonten executives plus the boss go out for a meal after a meeting

you're silent for once n you even seem calm as you practically bounce in your seat with all the food in front of you

once he realises that you're a lot calmer with food he offers you his

will send someone to buy snacks as soon as he sees a hit of aggression coming from you

you fall asleep on his shoulder later in the evening

Koko adjusts you slightly to keep you comfortable

hears your light muttering about nonsense

he ignores the conversation that all the executives are having in favour of listening to you sleep talk

he can make out your quiet words at some points which cause him to chuckle

until you mutter about how much you love him

an unusually soft smile on the both of your faces is there until late into the night

tries to make you take naps often after that just so he can listen to you sleep talk

feeds your grumpy self often he orders some expensive snacks just to see your reaction.

Rindo-

if you think this cocky shit would ever question your angry self you have another thing coming

he enjoys watching you beat the living daylight out of anyone

coincidentally brings you some snacks during a meeting one day

usually you'd be snapping and threatening to fight sanzu by now but you're silent for once

he stops listening to Kaku's report to observe you n notices that you're only silent cos ur stuffing snacks in you mouth

"Uh babe? Did you actually just calm down cos I brought you food? If I'd known it was that easy I woulda brought you a whole ass shop."

"Mhm buy me a whole convenience shop n I'll marry you."

the boy definitely does a Koko n buys you way too much to keep in his office and your apartment

please let him pamper you

he realises that he enjoys your happy food enjoying self more than the little psycho you usually are

comes into every meeting with food

when you sleep on his office couch n wake up even calmer than with food he encourages you to sleep more

buys an expensive ass weighted blanket for his office

bless him he heard that they keep people calm from Ran

sometimes sits at the couch reading paperwork with your head on his lap

strokes your hair to help you sleep better

"Love ya Rin..."

your sleep talk is his favourite thing

Ran-

already knew

this man is very aware of everything you do

he may seem lackadaisical but he knows everything that you like and everything that keeps you calm

he plays it off as a coincidence that he started bringing snacks 3 weeks after you started

when he figures out your favourite he keeps them in his office 24/7

also like Rin he has a giant weighted blanket in a cabinet for you

has it out as soon as you come into his office

leaves it so that you can wrap yourself up in it when you're both going through paperwork

you ofc inevitably fall asleep in it

your boyfriend gets you all comfy and lays down with you for a quick nap

he wakes up wot you gently brushing his now messed up hair away from his face

you seem gentle and calm for once as you smile down at him

"Hi handsome. Did you have a nice nap?"

he's shocked ngl

falls in love with you all over again

"You look like an angel my love."

pampers you and makes you sleep a lot in his office just so you can wake up and be calm with him

he wants all your calm attention

will still cheer you on when you have a "tantrum" as Rin calls them

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[witch-hazels-musings]

I'm curious of how characters would use their visions in the bedroom 👀 Like, Kaeya would totally do temperature control stuff.

Could I request headcannons or narratives for how Diluc and Albedo would use their visions for your pleasure? (or for theirs 😳)

Note: I believe vision can only be used when they are in the possession of the person they were gifted to ( primary reason: Diluc giving his away - if anyone could have used it he would have given it to his father, and if he didn’t really need it to use his vision, he wouldn’t have taken it back ) 

Warning -> slightly funny? 18+ OMG PLEASE RESPECT THE 18+! NS_FW!!!! ( foreign penetration, voyeurism (Alb), burning clothes, no injury, held against wall (D), orgasm denial, foreplay, hydro bondage, hydro foreplay, voyeurism (C)) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

( okay … so this one is gonna be the strangest one I’ve ever done?, and I’m apologizing right now for it --- i’m literally so embarrassed, ima hide under my desk DONT JUDGE ME T.T )

Includes: Albedo (i’m sorry), Childe, Diluc 

Albedo

A vision in the hands of Albedo is a tool for many uses - he sees it less as proof of his power and more of a means to an end  - it’s an extension of what he has available and he’s learned to adapt it to any possible scenario 

Now he’s learned there are ways he can use it to satiate you while he continues to do his work - and, if he’s feeling especially devious, inquisitive to the point of combustion, he may just watch 

“Alb--bedo …” You adjusted, legs pressed together so intensely that you thought you might break your kneecaps. Shaking hands gripped onto the closest thing they could while you did your best to stay seated just where he placed you. 

“Try not to move too much, it will alter the drawing.” He sat with his leg resting over his thigh, the large sketchpad he had propped up there was bouncing vigorously as his hand ran across the paper. The pencil, when you could see it through your blurry vision, was dancing across the parchment in unbelievable speed as if to capture what was before it. 

The vibrations that shook your body seemed to fluctuate from intense stimulation to slow, steady pulsations. Every dip in frequency allowed you room to breathe, your hands moved to your face, teeth bit onto your fingers as your hips rocked against nothing as they sorrowfully tried to help you get off. 

“Be-do, please …” You whined, eyes glossing over as you looked at him. Did he laugh, did he smile at you, how heartless could he get. Under your rippling vision, you saw how it glowed brighter and richer in color, and yet, as if you didn’t comprehend its meaning, your hands flew down to grab onto the chair while the resonating stimulation grew between your legs. “Ah!” You slid further into the chair, your head resting on the back of the chair as your fingers gripped and pushed against the edge of the seat. Arching your back, lifting your legs up onto your toes you couldn’t help the moans and pants that fell from your mouth at an unreasonable pace. 

“Hold that pose.” Albedo’s voice was calm even if the speed at which he turned the page wasn’t and, as you gazed at him you couldn’t help but lose your mind at the way he observed you. The intensity of it was so powerful that even though you knew he wasn’t inside of you, it felt like he was. 

You crashed like a runaway cart into your orgasm, it shook you to your core, and even though you were screaming moments ago all that came out now was a high-pitched whimper. Deep breaths were all that you could take as you clenched around the object Albedo had placed inside of you, it was so hot that you started to pull at your shirt, and soon your hands found their way to the spasming place between your legs. 

Albedo’s voice suddenly sounded much closer to you, his lips pressing to your forehead while his hand rested on the one you had near the object. “You did excellently, but I’d like to see more of you if I could, will you assist me again?” 

In your dizzy haze, you glanced at his bright eyes and with a gaping, air-sucking mouth, you gave your reply. 

 Childe

There was no need to keep his skills at manipulating hydro out of everything that he did, why would he when he was so beyond capable at making it do exactly what he wanted. Whether that be from creating blades out of it, spears in its likeness, or even shackles to hold people down - he was learning just how versatile water could be 

How could he not give everything he’s ever wanted to try to his partner who had shown him on multiple occasions a level of trust he knew he didn’t deserve, and a willingness to let him do what he wanted -- you always gave him permission, and you were doing it even now 

Your back arched as his hands slid under your pants. The way he touched you so perfectly made your vision go dark before lighting up under the stars. As soon as he put pressure right where you needed it, fingers bending and flexing to let you know how much control he had over you, the sound of pleasure and excitement that slipped from your mouth gave him access to the tongue inside of it. 

He played with you, toyed with the tightness in your stomach. Every time you were about to break under his stimulation he pulled away just to watch how much you’d whine. 

“Childe, please …” You shifted under him as he slowly, painstakingly began to remove your clothes. Each layer, every article which fell to the floor next to the bed felt like an eternity in your sinful sentence. The way his hands ran down your legs as he slipped off your pants, the sensation of his gloved fingers trailing down the center of your chest as he watched the way you squirmed and grabbed at his arm - he was enjoying it all and he had barely done anything to you yet. 

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, remember,” He pressed his lips to your neck, your collarbone, and in the center of your chest before continuing, “If you want to stop, tell me immediately.” You nodded your head and he sealed your promise with a passionate kiss. 

In no time, he had you exactly in the state he wanted you, his eyes observing the beauty and perfection that lay before him and as your own gazed longingly, eagerly back at him, you noticed how his vision began to hum. It pulsed like a glowing heart and in your curiosity, you reached your hand for it only to find it was impossible. 

Tilting your head, you noticed there was a stream of water around your wrists. Funny, you couldn’t tell that your skin was wet at all. That’s when a new sensation began to work its way up to your legs and when you looked down to investigate, you noticed a swirling blue like rope beginning to creep its way further up your body. 

“What’s …” The smile that stretched his lips and seeped into his dangerous eyes made it so hard for you to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach rippled with excitement, and the build-up in your body began to increase so much you were sure he was going to make you orgasm just from his stare alone. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready for wh-AH!” The flowing water reached your ache. The wetness of it made your body nearly seize as he worked its way into you. The moans and cries that left your burning throat were so loud you were sure someone was going to hear you. Desperately, you wanted to cover your mouth but your wrists were still locked above your head so instead, you tried to bite your lip but that only sealed in so much noise. 

“My, how adorable you look like this.” Childe hummed, his hand moving to stroke your chest as he leaned down to pepper kisses against your throat. “Let’s push a little further, what do you say?” 

The girth of the water increased and no amount of self-control was capable of holding back the scream released from your body. Your feet struggled against the mattress, futile attempts to assist you in raising your body off of the mattress came with frustrated huffs and whines in your throat. You called out his name and soon you heard the sound of rattling metal. 

“Damn, I made myself jealous.” Suddenly, all the water around your body ran down your skin and before you could understand what was happening, Childe positioned himself above you and worked at finishing what his hydro vision started. 

Diluc

He usually has so much more control - he had to learn in order to survive, but there were times, there were moments when all he knew was instinct and all he could do was feel 

With you, these moments came up more frequently than he would have ever anticipated - there is no switch to turn himself off when he gets lost in your body. You learned to never get him so worked up while his vision still rested at his hip (things were bound to burn) 

He backed you into a wall, his fever to have you was apparent by the intense way his hands ran over your body, tugged at your clothes, manipulated your hands with his. He was almost like another person, a delusion of himself. There was no way you could have known riling him up would lead to this and while it was incredible, the ferocity of him, the unreserved nature that he was capable of showing, it was also incredibly hot. 

“Diluc wait -” You tried to reach for his vision but his hands plastered yours to the wall. His lips claimed any part of your skin that they could and the pressure of his body against you, the feeling of his growing and dangerous erection crushing against your stomach made every rational thought in your brain fall to the floor he hardly let you touch. 

His strength always shocked you. For someone so thin it was often hard to remember that he was capable of it - even though you watched him fling his claymore around like it was nothing, even though on countless occasions he lifted you like you were a freshly sprouted plant; how deceiving his true abilities were to you and everyone else.

Your clothes began to cling to your body. The sweat dripping down your back, in between your legs, your neck all made you wildly informed his vision was active. You didn’t even need to see how it burned like a beating ember to know he was calling on its ability. He let go of your hands and began to work himself out of his jacket, undo his vest, and any other article of clothing he could all the while his mouth kept yours occupied. 

The heat from his tongue was near scalding, how was he able to let this fire seep through every single part of his being - was he not experiencing it too? When his chest was exposed, your hands ran over his rippled torso and the question you just asked yourself was answered as you felt how slick he was becoming. 

You pulled him closer, the resulting action making his body come into immediate contact with yours and the feeling of his cock digging into the soft and sensitive area between your legs made you burst in exclamation. Your head landed on the wall, hands slid around the hem of his pants and gripped so tightly onto them his hips pushed further into you. 

“It’s hot, it’s so hot.” You panted, gazing at him and hoping that your words made sense. Your body was hot, everything was hot, but while you wanted him to alleviate the heat, you hoped he’d remove one primary cause of it.  

Pinning your hands above your head, he quickly began to work on your pants. He wasted no time undoing the buckles and buttons that kept you clothed and as he helped you remove them there was a distinct smell filling the air. When you looked down, the fabric was starting to burn even with you still in it. 

“Diluc! Hold-ah!” Struggling against him, you began to shake your lower body and in his complete daze, he slowly came back to realization. In an instant, he let go of you and grabbed the nearest item to him to put out the flames. He was on his knees, his black shirt tightly wrapped around your chard pants afraid that if he didn’t keep it there the flames would get worse. 

“Y/N … I cannot apologize enou-” Your laughter cut him off, the expression he shot up to you was one of mass confusion as he searched for understanding. 

“If I had known you were going to burn my clothes, I would have teased you without them.” He shook his head and tried to apologize again, his eyes dropping to your legs, assessing them for any damage. “I’m fine, you didn’t burn me.” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against your stomach as he held onto you tightly. Chuckling, you rested your hand on his hair and began to caress him, the soft movements reassuring him until he composed himself again and lifted back to his full height. Looking at his face, you could tell he was nervous, so you lifted onto your toes to give him a kiss of redemption. 

“Next time, let’s leave this,” you reached for his vision and easily removed it from his pants, “out of the action. What do you say, hot-stuff?” His eyes narrowed at your nickname but agreed to your suggestion anyway. 

--

( no one is tagged because I am too embarrassed to do that! ) 

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[levi-txliesiin]

lay all your love on me

okay!! so this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge.

this is based off of the song lay all your love on me, slowed, by putin

pairing: nikolai/reader

rating: general

tags: gn!reader w/ gn pronouns, fluff

summary: falling in love with nikolai lantsov told through several vignettes

or: mindless nikolai/reader fluff with a alina and ivan being little shits

warnings: right off the bat there's a nightmare about drowning in the ocean, and there's one (1) swear word at the end, but other than that, there's nothing

word count: 4.1k

read on ao3

constructive criticism, feedback, and reblogs are greatly appreciated !

I haven't written anything in a while, so i may be a bit rusty, but please enjoy :)

You were drowning, and also pretty damn sure you were going to die out here. Your lungs were on fire, screaming for air, but you couldn't emerge from the ocean for long enough to suck in a breath. Sure, your hand or head breached the surface every now and then, but a wave would come crashing down on you immediately after, destroying all your progress.

      The undulating waves threw you around like a football - a very pathetic one, at that. As hard as you tried to fight the current, it still insisted on moving against you (stubborn bastard), so really you weren't going anywhere. Just pathetically bobbing around in the same pathetic place. You couldn't feel your limbs - the only thing you could feel was the agonising ache in your chest. It was as if your arms and legs had frozen over along with your will to live.

      How easy it would be to just... 

...let the ocean take you...

      Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the wrist. You screamed, which was a mistake; immediately, salty seawater filled your mouth, making you gag and choke. Nevertheless, you valiantly tried to release yourself from whoever - whatever? - had their hold on you. 

      "Y/n, Y/n! Relax, darling, relax," a voice said, sounding out of breath. "It's me."

      You whirled your head around. Sagging with relief, you gasped out the name of your saviour. "Nikolai."

      "Yes. Yes, Y/n, my love, it's me. It's Nikolai," he soothed, running his hands over your wet hair.

      "Nikolai," you breathed. "Nikola-" - a wave reared up on its hind legs, ready to come crashing down onto your friend, ready to take him away - "no, no, Nikolai, NO-!"

   

You startled, eyes flying open. You were shaking like a leaf. Were you cold, or was it just the adrenaline from the nightmare still making its course? You shook your head as if to rid your mind of the dream. It wasn't real. Nikolai had saved you that night. It was fine. It wasn't real.

      But it could very well have been real, a traitorous voice in your mind whispered. Scowling, you cursed your pessimistic side. Even if a wave had separated you two, Nikolai would have fought tooth and nail to get to you again. You would have done the same. After all, you were childhood friends, and you knew better than anyone that Nikolai didn't let go of his loved ones so easily.

      He hadn't wanted you to accompany him on his journey overseas as Sturmhond. You insisted otherwise, channeling some of Nikolai's stubbornness that had rubbed off on you. ("You're not getting rid of me that easily, idiot. So let me come, unless you want me to steal your kneecaps."). 

      A half-smile appeared on your face as you thought back to the memory. Slowly, you got up from your bed. Your blanket was draped over your shoulders. You slipped out of your cabin quietly, walking down the hallway until you found yourself in front of Nikolai's room. He stirred in his sleep when you entered. The door creaked slightly, but it didn't seem like his distress was because of the noise.

      You sat on the edge of his bed. Nikolai, previously facing away, turned over to face you. His eyes were still screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together and an unhappy expression on his face. You frowned. 

      "Nikolai." you nudged him gently. "Wake up. You're okay, just wake up. It's just a dream."

      He opened his eyes, blinking at you. "Y/n?"

      "Hi," you said. A lock of golden hair fell over his forehead, and upon instinct, you reached to brush it away. He let you, not uttering any of his usual complaints. 

      "You were gone," he mumbled, undoubtedly referencing his nightmare. "I- I couldn't save you, and you were gone." 

      You shifted into a more comfortable position - your whole body was on the bed now, with your back against the headboard. He leaned his head against your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair. "It wasn't real. It's okay. You saved me - I'm not going anywhere, 'Lai."

      "Me either," he agreed, wrapping his arms around your middle. A beat of silence. Then, "Thank you."

      You were more than content to fall asleep like this. Even if it meant waking up with an ache in your neck. Judging from the way he was curled up, practically drinking in your presence, Nikolai felt the same way.

      What a feeling it was to have found solace in Nikolai Lantsov, and to know he had found solace in you, too.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai's pov

Nikolai watched from the corner of the ballroom as you laughed at one of Ivan's jokes. One would say that he was scowling, but the Prince of Ravka didn't scowl. No - he was simply observing your conversation with the Heartrender with visible distaste. He was not scowling. And he was not jealous.

      You and Ivan were smiling at each other, standing by the refreshments table, mouths moving quickly, the both of you obviously interested in whatever you were talking about. You threw your head back in a laugh. You looked gorgeous. Nikolai wanted to make you laugh like that - more than he wanted to admit.

      The last straw was when Ivan lay a hand on your shoulder, and then snaked his arm around you. You didn't seem perturbed by his touch - no, actually, you leaned into it. He bent down to whisper something in your ear that made you duck your head in embarrassment and lightly hit his chest. 

      Nikolai's glare deepened, if that were even possible. Okay, fine, maybe he was jealous. Did he even have the right to be jealous, though? It wasn't as if he was dating you, as much as he'd like to be.

And oh boy, he'd like to be. 

      Suddenly, Alina appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. He flinched. "Alina." 

      The girl in question had a mischievous look in her eye. Her hands were clasped in front of her, the long, flowy sleeves of her dress falling just past her wrists. The bottom half of her gown was a sparkly gold, whereas the top half was a dark blue. The two colours faded into each other at the middle, creating a gradient effect. It was a beautiful dress. You had helped Alina pick it out yourself, if he remembered correctly.

      "Hello, loverboy." she poked him in the side, grinning knowingly. "How's your crush on Y/n going for you?"

      "I don't have a crush on them, Alina, for Saint's sake."

      "Oh, is that so? You do seem... ah, what was the word... utterly whipped for them, contrary to what you just said," she said, tilting her head to the side, feigning innocence.

      "Am not," he argued. "I-," Nikolai paused, taking notice of you and Ivan walking past a couple metres away. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in your current conversation to notice him. His eyes lingered on you. He only looked away when you disappeared back into the throng of people. 

      Alina let out a triumphant 'ha!'. 

      He directed his attention back to her and glared. "Alina, I swear-,"

      "Utterly. Whipped," she mouthed.

      "I will behead you," he threatened.

      She laughed. "In all seriousness, I really don't think Y/n and Ivan like each other like that," Alina said.

      "Well, of course not," he agreed. "Y/n very clearly has eyes for me. I can't say I blame them - who could resist all this? Everyone's all over me, as I'm sure you've noticed." 

      Alina stared at him pointedly.

      "Ah, except for you, of course. You seem to be the only one immune to my charm and charisma. An odd one, you are."

       She rolled her eyes. "Why do I even bother," she groaned. "Just swear to me that you'll tell Y/n you like them soon. Within a week. Swear on... your dignity."

      "My dignity?" Nikolai drawled.

      "Yes, your dignity, because if you don't fess up soon, I'll have to tell Y/n about your crush on them myself," she grinned smugly, and darted off before Nikolai could retort. 

      He sighed. As he saw it, he had three options:

      1. Blackmail Alina (because of course she wouldn't give in to simple bribery)

      2. Get on his knees and beg Alina to not tell you of his massive crush (there! he admitted it; he had a massive crush on you! One that he'd been harbouring for just over a year now, too)

      3. Listen to Alina, and confess on his own terms

      All three were mortifying, and things he absolutely didn't want to do. However, the last was considerably easier to do, and came with the most benefits and the least consequences. You had already seen him through his most embarrassing moments (and he through yours) so even if you rejected him, the humiliation would be minimal. 

      And maybe he wanted to confess. And maybe there was hope that you liked him back. Nikolai wasn't stupid - he knew when people fancied him. He suspected you liked him back, but then again, that could've been wishful thinking, or maybe he was misreading the entire thing.

      He didn't even understand why he was so jealous of the way Ivan and you had interacted. Before he had fallen heads over heels in love with you, his childhood best friend, people flirting with you hadn't been a problem. He'd encouraged it, even. But now, bitterness flared up inside of him every time he saw someone getting a bit too cozy with you. 

      In short, his feelings for you had completely destroyed his facade of smooth, suave, sexy Prince of Ravka. And it kind of terrified him how poorly he hid it.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai had been acting strange lately, and it was bothering you. You feared the worst - had he finally caught on to your crush? You thought you'd been subtle until Ivan had approached you at the most recent party. Apparently, the scowl on your face as you watched Nikolai flirt with the guests had been fierce enough to kill.

      Ivan had given you (unsolicited) advice, telling you to be straightforward and direct. That was what he'd done with Fedyor, after all, and that had worked out well.

      You were pacing around your room. Ivan was perched on your bed, watching you have a borderline nervous breakdown like one would watch the view. 

      "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ivan?" you demanded. "I'm about to make a life or death decision, and you're enjoying it."

      He chuckled. "I wouldn't call this a life or death decision, Y/n. If Nikolai rejects you, he rejects you, and it's his loss. If he reciprocates, good, and you'll be free to frolic in the meadows with him, all fine and dandy."

      You stared at him, your expression communicating, "Did you really just say that?", very clearly.

      "Okay, okay, fine, I'll be serious." Ivan relented. "Just tell him, Y/n. What's the worst that could happen?" 

      Just as you were about to respond - "Well, I don't know, what if he rejects me, things become eternally awkward between us, and our 10 year long friendship is ruined because I couldn't keep my mouth shut?" - someone knocked at the door. You opened it to find Nikolai waiting. His hair was perfectly styled, as always. He wore a dark turquoise suit jacket, and a simple white dress shirt underneath. The ghost of a smile appeared on your face; you had chosen the colour for him.

      "Hi, Nikolai," you greeted. 

      "Hello," he said. "Come on a walk with me. It's a lovely day outside, and both of us have been dreadfully busy lately - we may not get another chance to spend time together, I'm afraid."

      "Oh! Of course, just let me grab more suitable shoes- I'll be out in a minute- Ivan, move." You rummaged around your room in search of the sandals Nikolai had gifted you for your most recent birthday. Ivan flashed you a grin.

      "Tell him!" he whispered as you ducked out the door.

      You hoped you didn't seem too jittery as you took Nikolai's arm, even if your insides were filled with butterflies. He seemed deep in thought for the first few minutes of your walk. It wasn't until you were both outside that he finally spoke.

      "I hope you don't mind me asking, Y/n, but what was Ivan doing in your room?" he asked. 

      The question caught you off guard. Why was he so concerned about you and Ivan? It wasn't as if-

      Oh.

      Oh.

      "Nikolai, don't tell me- are you jealous?" you exclaimed.

      "Just answer the question, Y/n," he grumbled, which was enough of an answer for you.

      You laughed, only feeling a bit bad that you were so amused. Nikolai Lantsov, jealous. You found that incredibly funny. "Oh, I'm sorry for laughing," you apologised, even as another giggle escaped your mouth. "You don't have to worry, Ivan and I are strictly friends."

      He didn't seem convinced. "But the two of you at the party a few days ago-,"

      You cut him off. "Nikolai. I promise that there is nothing romantic going on with Ivan and I. And besides, I don't think I'm anywhere near his type."

      "Ivan likes men, Nikolai," you supplied, sensing his confusion. "Honestly, you need to keep up with gossip - he and Fedyor have been going strong for nearly three months now."

      "Oh," Nikolai said.

      "Yeah, oh."

      "And, uh, do you? Like men, I mean?" 

      You bit back another laugh. "Yes, I do. One man in particular, actually." 

      "Is that so? Care to clue me in on who this man is?"

      "You." 

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Nikolai's pov

"You."

      As soon as that single word came out of your mouth, Nikolai's brain short-circuited, and several alarms blared in his mind. ALERT! ALERT! THE PERSON YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LIKES YOU BACK! 

      He was too stunned to speak, which was definitely a first. So, naturally, he didn't speak, but instead leaned in to kiss you. His lips brushed chastely against yours. A pause. 

      "I- I'm really sorry, Y/n, I should have asked beforehand-,"

      "Nikolai." you took his face in your hands. "Shut up." 

      And then you kissed him, and if his brain had been short-circuiting before, this was a full blown system failure. Sparks flew inside of him, and he was acutely aware of you and you only. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he immediately missed when you pulled away.

      "Wow," you said. 

      He grinned. "I'm that good of a kisser, huh?"

      When usually you would come up with a witty response, you just smiled. It was a smile Nikolai was pretty sure he'd die to see again. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Falling in love with Nikolai had been a long process. Your simple crush developed into something deeper like a leaky faucet dripping - slowly, but steadily. And then the realisation that you were in love with him hit you like a tidal wave. Drowning you, consuming every inch of your being, but not necessarily in a bad way.

       You came to your epiphany while laying awake in bed one night after a whole day spent with the esteemed King of Ravka. It was a wonder that you'd managed to spend a whole 10 hours or so in his company without getting fed up, Tamar had teased. He did annoy you - and had today - but you bullied him back plenty enough. It was easy being with him. Easier than you were used to. 

       You loved the way his eyes sparkled after correcting someone on their use of the word 'impossible'. Loved how he devoted himself to his country so selflessly. Loved how he smiled at you so genuinely and lovingly, even when you didn't have the energy to show your love in return after a bad day. Saints, you loved him so, so much, and you were so in love with him, too, and-

       Holy shit. You were in love with Nikolai.

       You were in love. With Nikolai.

       A childish giggle bubbled up inside of you, and you sighed happily. What a feeling it was to be in love with the King of Ravka, even if he didn't know it yet. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

You twirled a small flower around in your hands as you walked side by side with Nikolai, your shoulders brushing occasionally. The taller blades of grass tickled your ankles, and a gentle breeze weaved through your hair. The sun peeked out from behind a few clouds, warming your face.

     Nikolai intertwined your fingers, sighing in content. He craned back his neck to meet the sunshine, eyes fluttering shut. He looked stunning, just standing there with his almost otherworldly beauty as light spilled over his fine features, highlighting every detail.

     "I'm in love with you," you blurted suddenly. "I love you, and I'm also in love with you, so. Yeah. I'm in love with you, Nikolai Lantsov."

     You gave yourself a mental round of applause for your eloquence and tact.

      He blinked. "Oh." The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, turning into a full-fledged grin when he finally processed your words. "Oh. I'm... I'm in love with you, too, Y/n L/n."

      You beamed back at him, and cupped his face in your hands. You gently ran your fingers against his cheeks, tracing a line down to the base of his chest. The fabric of his shirt was thin and soft, unlike the suffocating material his suits were made of. Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close. Your heart fluttered. Saints, you adored Nikolai. More than you could put into words. 

      "I love you," you whispered. "I love you so much, so intensely that it consumes me, and I'm drowning in it. But instead of it being hard to breathe, it makes breathing easier. It makes everything easier." 

      You interrupted your little speech by kissing him, just because it felt appropriate, and continued. "I was so lost without you, Nikolai. I didn't realise it, because as I've proved time and time again, I'm more than capable of holding my own-" you smirked as he rolled his eyes at the jab to his overprotectiveness "-but I was. I was a boat lost at sea, floating around in the waves, with no destination and no goal except surviving. Then you came along, and gave me solace. You were my salvation. You and your endearingly stupid jokes and your wild yet grounded behaviour. You're my anchor, Nikolai." 

      He laughed, but not in the mean way. In the happy way. 

      "I would pay you back with a monologue of my own," he said. "but all I can think of right now is how perfect you are, and how much I want to kiss you."

      Your smile widened, if that were even possible. You met him midway, lips connecting almost desperately. The only coherent thought running through your brain was 'Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai.'

      Nikolai.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

"That one looks like a dragon," you said, pointing out a lumpy cloud in the sky.

      Nikolai tilted his head to the left. It was rather cute - he looked like a puppy, trying to figure out what its owner was saying. His right eyebrow curved in an upward arch (you still had no idea how he managed to raise a single eyebrow at a time), and he pouted slightly. Adorable.

      "I don't see it," he deadpanned.

      You sighed and shook your head, dismissing the cute puppy ideology. "Nevermind," you huffed. As hard as you tried to pretend you were upset with him, a smile teased at the corners of your mouth, anyway.

      "I'm sorry, darling, but I really don't!" he exclaimed, flopping back into the picnic blanket you two had laid out. Really, it wasn't even a picnic blanket. It was just a blanket. The two of you hadn't had time to find a proper one before embarking on your impromptu picnic. Nikolai, ever the improviser, had then brandished a quilt from Saints knew where. You suspected it came from Vasily's room, because who else would be pompous enough to own a red velvet blanket the size of China?

      You dramatically exhaled again. "I already said nevermind. Not all of us can be blessed with a creative vision such as mine, after all."

      Nikolai laughed. And Saints, the sound was downright melodic. You didn't even want to begin thinking about all the things you'd do to hear it one more time.

      A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Eventually, he began stroking your palm with his callouses fingers. You bit back a smile, and linked your pinkies together. A gathering of clouds mostly covered the sun - enough to allow only a bit of warm, gold light to seep out. You wondered briefly how Nikolai looked right now, basking underneath the faint sunshine. 

      The answer came to you easily, even without looking at him: fucking beautiful. 

      However, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of staring at him. The last time he had caught you gaping at him like a lovesick fool, he had teased you endlessly. It was ridiculous. It wasn't as if he didn't stare at you. No, actually. He stared at you all the time. In fact, he was doing it right now.

      You bit back a grin when you felt his eyes on you. But before you could tease him for it, he got up suddenly, offering you a hand.

      "Come on," he urged. "Follow me."

      "Where to?" you questioned curiously.

      He smirked. Tugged on your hand. Winked. "You'll see." 

      "Right, that's not cryptic at all," you muttered. 

      Eventually, after a minute or so of walking (and plenty of you trying to weasel more information out of him) the two of you had seemed to reach your destination. A huge tree hung above you, offering its shade. You plopped down, but Nikolai remained standing.

      Strangely, he was looking rather nervous. Repeatedly tugging at the collar of his beige button-up shirt, and kicking at the grass. 

      "Y/n, darling, don't just sit there, you're making me nervous," he whined. 

      You giggled, but stood up anyway. "I could say the same about you. What's on your mind, dear?"

      He took a deep breath, and looked you dead in the eyes. "I love you, Y/n. I love you, and I'm in love with you. I always have, and always have been. It's just- you're wonderful. And intelligent. And charming. And I am so, so glad you are my partner - in the romantic sense, and the platonic sense. If I'm being honest, I'm quite sure I'd be tearing at the seams without you to sew me back together every time I do something particularly foolish. 

      And I hope you'll always be there to ground me. Because I will always be there for you. Th-there's no other way to say this, my darling, but I'd quite like to spend the rest of my life with you, so..."

      He brandished a dark blue box from his back pocket (this probably wasn't the time, but you had to mention that you could never fit something that large in your pocket. Why did men's clothing always have bigger pockets?) and got down on one knee. 

      "Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Y/n?" he finished.

      Holy fuck. Holy mother of Saints. Holy everything. Was this real? Saints. This really was real, wasn't it? Nikolai Lantsov was proposing to you.

      A sob escaped from your throat, and you nodded frantically, not wanting him to think you were upset. "Yes," you said. "Saints, Nikolai, yes."

      He smiled. You knew that he smiled a lot, but this smile was different. Usually, he just grinned or smirked in a devilish way - this was more of a beam. He looked so genuinely happy (genuinely happy, because of you!) that it made your heart soar, and you were pretty sure you fell in love with him all over again for the second time. You'd never get tired of it, though. Not when it came to Nikolai (Nikolai, your husband-to-be!). Never when it came to Nikolai.

      You soon found yourself enveloped in a hug. He spun you around, both of you laughing (and crying). When he set you down, you could have sworn you saw his eyes welling up.

      "Now, my love, those better be happy tears," he tutted.

      "Of course they're happy tears, you stupid puppy dog!" you sniffed. "I love you."

      He beamed into your hair. "I love you, too, Y/n."

      What a feeling it was to be in love with Nikolai Lantsov, and to know that he was in love with you, too.

#uservignette #magpie's 1.2k #nikolai lantsov #grishaverse #grishaverse imagine #grishaverse fic #reader insert #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov imagines #reader #x y/n #x reader #event fic #fanfic #nikolai duology #fluff #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse fandom #vig's writing

[starmanleo]

Stranger Of Paradise. Final Fantasy and the Emotions that Media can bring me.

Stranger of Paradise came out and god I love it. I have not played a minute of it but have instead watched as many lets plays and streams and clips as I could to absorb the thing through cultural osmosis. To sum it up, my brain has connected this thing like a parasitic fungus to my neuron generating flesh ball.  It has all that I want in a game/media. Batshit characters, a wondrous world of magic, a story that in all honesty may not be the best but damn if you don’t vibe with the thing.  But most of all, what I love about it, is its sincerity.

Jack Garland is everything a man should be. No, not in the way that he should have the grill out at all times and he should repress his emotions into a black hole toxicity.  Instead, what I see from him is someone beyond his one track mind of chaos. Instead of a simple yellow brick mode, he is more of a square block of things that make up the one true Jack Garland. While the story goes on and you certainly see his dedication to killing Chaos and anything Chaos related, he has subtle joys in what he does and who he hangs with.  The man doesn’t care who you are long as you hate Chaos with him and he will support you to the end. There is a scene in which Jed seems put off by Jack’s response to his warning’s in which he clarifies that he’s “just like that.” This is a man who cares for his allies and someone who in someway can understand that his lack of a proper personality and realistic goal can be off-putting. But he appreciates the people who have stuck by his side, given him a life of purpose outside of just Chaos hunting. Jack Garland is a man who while he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, you can certainly hear it beat.

Around the end of the game, Jed,Neon,Ash,and Sophia go on to try and force Jack into killing them. Prior to this,Princess Sophia who was an important figure to Jack had died as well. Through each and every moment of losing his friends either by Chaos’ hands or by his own, you see just how much he cares and how much it hurts. Your Chaos hunter is mid 2000′s video game protagonist but when the emotional hit the game wants finally comes in to strike, you know its there. From each and every deathblow he puts onto his former allies, there is a constant refrain of “just stop.” The voice work by Mocean is amazing as you hear the tightening, as you feel the stress and confusion work through J.G.  There’s no lack of some thread connecting the party and while you may not have explored their characters to the fullest, you certainly see just how much it hurts you inside to see this man ache.  So many friends lost to his hunt just to realize that it was the higher powers who sent him that were the cause of this madness. Chaos is brought upon in natural world, but also by the higher powers when they neglect to fix their own issues.

Why do I care for this game in a way that may seem unearned? In all likely hood, its a mediocre Nioh that people will simply remember as it releases in collection after collection in an anniversary bundle. The answer to that is simply because it doesn’t stop. It knows what it is, and it yells it out. Subtext is for cowards when you can tattoo your message across your forehead. It is for that reason that I love it. The world these days has found itself past simple skewing  of tropes. It has proceeded beyond satire and mockery to the point where everything that is made must poke holes into its frame work to get the attention of its viewers. Stranger of Paradise may have that same awareness of the absurdity of its plot but it does not allow that to kneecap what it is. It is emotion, it is the story of an angry man who wants one thing and one thing only. It is of the bros and broettes who help him on his mission. Paradise is not the mockery of the statues nor of leaders who build their inane contraptions. Paradise is truly where you make what you love and you acknowledge that thought that love is flawed and even weak in certain areas, you will hold onto that love with everything you have.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy origin #jack garland #Neon Final Fantasy Origin #Ash Final Fantasy Origin #Jed Final Fantasy Origin #sopffo #stranger of paradise #final fantasy origin strangers of paradise #Stranger of Paradise Final Fantasy Origin #Sophia Final Fantasy Origin #all my fictional ramblings #Madman rambles about shit he doesn't understand. #square enix

[fruitcoops]

i feel like you write really good arguments, as a few people have brought up before, where the parties make mistakes but own up to them and acknowledge the other side. Same thing with Captain Sirius- his reprimands are always respectful. It feels mature and just well-thought out. But we know Sirius wasn't always like that, because he came to dumo's house knowing arguments=violence. Would you write a fic where Sirius learns how to argue/captain? maybe from Dumo-the-parent? Does that make sense?

Father-son bonding on this fine Thursday! I love it! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Dumo’s phone rang halfway through his lunch, which wasn’t unusual, except for the fact that it was Sirius calling and not…well, literally anyone else. Sirius seemed rather allergic to his phone—text replies often went unanswered for an average of 3 hours, and he wasn’t sure he had ever managed to reach Sirius on the first ring. Concern flickered in his chest and he lifted it to his ear.

“H—”

“Oh, thank god,” Sirius said, breathless. “Hi, hello, it’s me—uh, it’s Sirius—and I was just calling to ask for some help because I’m the captain now—you know that, what am I doing—and I don’t have a fucking clue what to do and I’m kind of—”

“Sirius,” Dumo interrupted as soon as his astonishment faded. He had never heard Sirius say so many words in so little time. Silence fell on the other end of the line. “Sirius, are you still there?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Okay, take a deep breath, then tell me what you need.”

Another beat of quiet passed. “So, I’m the captain now.”

“You are.”

“And the guys really like you, but I don’t even know where to start, so I was hoping you could give me a hand with this.”

“With what?”

“How do I make people like me?” Sirius asked, sounding uncharacteristically timid.

Dumo paused, confused. “They already do.”

“But I’m the captain now. They have to like me more, right?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, torn between laughing and laying down to stave off a headache. “Why don’t you come over and we can talk in person, alright?”

“Right.” Sirius cleared his throat. “Right, yeah, about that.”

“Sirius. Are you—are you currently on my porch?”

“…maybe.” Dumo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s kind of cold out here.”

“You have a key.”

“I thought it would be rude to just let myself in.”

“Oh my god,” Dumo muttered, rising from his chair with a huff. The autumn wind howled as he opened the front door, stripping the trees of their leaves and turning Sirius’ cheeks vivid red as he stood on the top step with the phone still at his ear and anxiety written all over his face.

“Bonjour.”

“You can hang up the phone now.”

Sirius bit his lip and slid it back into his pocket, waiting awkwardly until Dumo motioned him inside and he hurried out of the chill. “Thanks for picking up, by the way.”

“Of course. I’ll always pick up the phone for you.” He guided him toward the kitchen with a hand on his shoulder. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

Still so polite. The coffeepot was still warm from Celeste’s late breakfast, and Sirius’ eyes grew wide at the steam curling off the top when Dumo handed him a mug to wrap his frozen hands around before sitting across from him. “Back to business. Number one: the team already likes you, and you need no help from me getting their approval. Got it?”

Sirius nodded and took a sip.

“Number two: If you ever need my help, please don’t wait on the front porch in freezing weather when you could just knock.” A sheepish smile twitched at the side of his mouth and Dumo shook his head. “I won’t be responsible for your hypothermia. Now, what did you want advice about?”

Sirius let out a slow breath. “I don’t want to be the hardass captain that everyone hates. I just—this is an amazing opportunity, but honestly I just want my friends.”

Dumo hummed, even as his heart panged. “At the risk of sounding vague, the way to do that is to not be a hardass in the first place. Be a leader instead.”

“But I have to tell them what to do—”

“—and a leader does that the right way. There’s a difference between being a leader and being a tyrant. Push them to be better, but don’t be cruel about it. Set an example through the things you do, not the things you make other people do.” He touched the back of his hand gently and Sirius’ eyes flickered over. “Don’t lead through fear, but through respect.”

“I don’t know how.”

“That’s why you called me, non?” He waited until he saw the small smile return. “Alright, how would you approach a situation where one of your teammates is lagging behind in their speed trials?”

Sirius blinked. “Tell them to do better?”

Different tactic. “How did your coaches talk to you when you lagged behind in your speed trials?”

“…told me to do better.”

Orion Black, I will break your kneecaps the next time I see you. Dumo poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. “That may have been a strategy for you, but for someone who is already trying their best, it could be very discouraging. They might resent you for trying to seem better than them.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed. “But I’m not.”

“I know. But they wouldn’t. In my opinion, the best course of action would be to ask what’s wrong, and how you can help. It might not get better overnight, but that teammate will trust that you can help them with their problem and will know that you care about them.”

“So I should just let them fail for a while?”

“You push them toward success gradually, and don’t berate them for any hiccups along the way. Failure can bring growth.”

His mouth set into a line of frustration. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I’m not explaining this right,” Dumo muttered, chewing the inside of his lip. How to explain to the new leader of your team what leadership is... “Let’s put it this way. You want Pots and Harzy to run a specific play, but they don’t understand it. How do you fix it?”

Sirius started to answer, then closed his mouth and thought for a moment, staring into the depths of his coffee. “I…I would walk them through it section by section, because I know they’re smart, but they might have problems with different parts.”

Dumo wondered if the room had actually become brighter, or if the pride in his heart was just shining through into the real world. “Exactly. And afterward, when they get it right?”

“High-five and run it again.”

“Now you’re getting it!” Something more difficult... “What if Kuny and Nado won’t shut up during Coach’s breakdown?”

“Tell them to be quiet.”

“But then Nado calls you a buzzkill and starts whispering to Kuny, and giving you looks.” Sirius’ whole face fell; if Dumo wasn’t so committed to making sure he got it right, he would’ve felt bad. “What do you do, Sirius?”

“Apolo—”

“No. People don’t respect those who apologize every time they face pushback.”

“But you said I need them to like me.”

“You need them to respect you. They don’t have to like you at all hours of the day.” He poked him lightly on the chest. “It’s your job to keep the team in line, now, and that means being a bit of a buzzkill sometimes. Not an asshole. Just a leader. What do you do if they start whispering about you?”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “Tell them to cut it out again,” he said grudgingly.

“And if they don’t?”

“Can I make them run laps after the meeting?”

“Yep. How many?”

“Three, because I had to ask three times.” He frowned. “And they should run at separate times, otherwise they’ll keep talking. God, they really don’t shut up, do they?”

That’s rich coming from you, Mr.-Chats-with-Pots-24/7. He decided to keep his thoughts to himself—that wasn’t what today was about. “Good job, Sirius.”

“Really?”

“Oui. If you lay down the rules early, you won’t have to keep correcting mistakes. They won’t want to disappoint you in the first place.”

“I don’t want to disappoint them,” he said quietly.

“You won’t.” If there was one thing Dumo was sure of, it was that Sirius would be the best captain the Lions ever had. “Ready for the toughest part?”

“Yes?”

“Are you ready?” he asked again.

Sirius swallowed, then nodded. “Yes.”

“I don’t like the way you’re captaining this team.”

From the look on his face, Dumo might as well have whacked him over the head with a spatula. “What?”

“I don’t think you have the guts.”

A combination of hurt and anger flashed in his eyes. “Hey!”

Dumo prodded him on the shoulder. “You’re not going to be able to stick up for yourself when it comes down to it. You can’t say no to your friends.”

“I can!”

“Then do it,” he challenged. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re—” Sirius pressed his lips together and stood up. “Fuck you. I came to you for help—”

Dumo rose as well, leaning forward half an inch. “Then tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you can captain the shit out of this team.”

“You’re wrong!”

“Say it like you mean it!”

“You’re wrong!” Sirius repeated as his jaw set, louder. “I’m going to captain the shit out of this team and fuck you for thinking I can’t!”

“But I don’t like it!” Though they were both shouting at each other, Sirius’ defensiveness and timidity in the face of conflict were nowhere to be found.

“That’s not my problem!” His cheeks were turning pink again, but not from the cold. “I’m the captain, so you either listen to me or tell me what the hell your problem is!”

“There you go!” Dumo cheered, stepping around the table to crush him in a hug. “That was perfect.”

Sirius went still with befuddlement. “What?”

“You didn’t believe you could captain this team until just now, did you?” He stepped back and held Sirius’ shoulders, beaming. “You just did exactly what you were supposed to do. You cannot let yourself be pushed around if you want to lead and keep your friendships strong. I am so, so proud of you.”

Sirius stared at him in shock for a moment, then moved forward again and rested his chin on Dumo’s shoulder as he pulled him in for another hug. “Thank you.”

“You are going to do great things, Sirius. I’m just glad I could help.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Dumo smiled and patted his back, giving him a squeeze. “Yes, you could. That’s how I know you will.”

#sirius black #pascal dumais #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #captain lessons #dumo

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

You’re writing is so genuinely good, I’m in love with it. May I request Niragi and Aguni with a short nonbinary reader who looks soft but could beat anyone in a fist fight? Thank you, have a great day :)

Sure! ❤

Alice In Borderland | Their crush is much stronger than they appear

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi, Aguni

*reader is non-binary

-Niragi-

He’d find out first hand himself

He would think just because your smaller than average and have a selfless personality he can push you around and scare you easier

When he first meets you, he would become obsessed with tormenting you and trying to get a reaction out of you because you would always give him the cold shoulder and ignore him

But one day when he goes too far and tries to grab your arm to pull you towards him, you spin around and punch him hard across the jaw and give him a harsh kick to the kneecap

“Leave me the fuck alone. You’re such a waste of time and energy.”

He wouldn’t even know what to say. No one had ever given his attitude back to him so he doesn’t know how to react

I feel like he would lowkey have some respect for you after it

Wouldn’t dare push you to that point again or victimise you

Don’t expect to get any alone time when he gets to know you though

Would get to the point where everyone would assume you were together because he’s always right beside you during games and at The Beach

But he would always be so entertained by how nice and soft you are but also seem to not be afraid to stand your ground

Tries to convince Aguni to let you into the militants because you’d be a good person to have as well as it’s more time to push your buttons

*Aguni is under the cut

-Aguni-

He’d be so proud no joke

Doesn’t even sweat if you get yourself into some dangerous situation with someone because he knows you can handle yourself

Stands off to the side and just watches them get their ass beat

Would definitely put you second in command of the militants since he would trust you much more anyone else

But one day a new member of the militants started unnecessary conflict by saying you don’t deserve the harsh position since you appear weaker than everyone else

But with one kick square in the chest that causes him to collapse into a heap of weapon materials on the shelves, no one would ever question your strength again

Aguni would love training with you though

Always gets so impressed with how easily your able to pin him to the ground, especially since he’s a lot bigger

Loves watching people like Niragi giving you a hard time because he knows what’s coming to them

But of course, he would always be there to back you up if you need it

Honestly, you both would be the strong as fuck duo that no one wants to anger

But overall, he would love having you around him because he would love how friendly you are to people you like, and how harsh you are to people you don’t

To be honest, he’d see you both as each other’s shield’s in a way

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland reaction #alice in borderland reactions #alice in borderland scenarios #alice in borderland scenario #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderland headcanons #alice in borderland headcanon #alice in borderland one shots #alice in borderland one shot #alice in borderland x reader #aib #aib reactions #aib reaction #aib scenarios #aib scenario #aib imagine #aib imagines #aib headcanons #aib headcanon #aib one shot #aib one shots #aib x reader #suguru niragi #niragi imagines #niragi scenarios #niragi one shots #niragi x reader #suguru niragi x reader

[crybabyddl]

I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO REITERATE SOMETHING

Yes, let’s circle back to the beautiful performance of Edge of Great. More specifically the BODY LANGUAGE, particularly Julie and Luke’s, which I will be analyzing with gifs.

Exhibit A

Jealous Luke looks over at Julie and Reggie vibing

Julie is aware that she’s avoiding Luke, which she is doing so bc she realized her feelings for him thanks to Flynn earlier in the episode.

Since Julie has put the task of ignoring Luke upon herself even though she has no obligation to, she ends up failing her own mission. She sees Luke’s reaction to the lack of her attention.

She literally FREEZES. She’s emotionally worried to confront what she’s feeling and it’s beginning to manifest physically.

Exhibit B

It gets better y’all. After Luke finally has even a crumb of Julie’s attention, he beckons her over with his signature head tilt. This is important bc he did this with his longtime bandmate during the soundcheck of what would’ve been their biggest performance. If he feels comfortable enough using that body language with a girl he’s only known for, what, a week and a half(?) then you know this puppy boy’s got it BAD.

Julie is well aware that Luke is getting jealous. But in classic Julie fashion, she will try to tune it out instead of addressing it. Our wicked beauty doesn’t like confrontation and would rather just deny and avoid than potentially make things awkward, especially when she knows Luke would ask her about it at a later time.

The look on Julie’s face. Her eyes widen and the classic tight-lipped awkward smile is present. She’s literally saying “ok enough of that let’s get back to work doo doo doo” with her face. The way her body SWINGS back into performance mode as she faces the audience again. It may have been a split second, but when you’re deliberately trying to avoid looking into the dreamy (dead) eyes of someone you shouldn’t be crushing on, any amount of time feels too long. Plus, she knows Flynn is watching and doesn’t want her to lecture her (but she does anyway bc Flynn is observant and knows her bestie too well to let any action slip past her).

Exhibit C

Keep in mind; NONE OF THE GUYS KNOW WHY JULIE IS AVOIDING LUKE. Flynn, Alex, and Reggie have noticed the Juke chemistry, but it’s still too soon for them to get past the “we like each other but we’re too clueless to notice that we reciprocate” phase, so even though their respective besties know, they are still denying. Besides, Reg, Alex, and Flynn know better than to keep pestering if they want to keep their kneecaps. In reality they’re both smart enough to tell by this point, but for the sake of the plot and to make everything more adorably frustrating, Flynn has the collective brain cell under lock and key, leaving Juke to be like *dog tilting its head and making that “a-roo?” noise*

Anyway, Reggie notices Luke being snubbed after realizing that his extra dose of Julie time was slightly out of the ordinary. Luke is clearly concerned (look at his eyebrows and how his eyes travel from Reggie, to Julie, then to the audience to trying and get his mind off it and bring his focus back to the main goal; the performance.) If he can’t have the moment of connection with Julie that he so desperately craves, he’s gonna fill that void as best he can by connecting with the audience. >:’)

But Reggie’s trying to help Luke brush it off by conveying his reaction as ‘look at julie coming into her own! i told you she was a star! and you thought you were the lead singer? think again buddy this girl’s got you beat!’

But since Reggie isnt a master at hiding his feelings yet, especially around Luke, —who was able to get under his skin earlier (“girls, am i right?”)—Luke was easily able to see through that and interpreted what Reggie was saying as “look at julie go, she all in the zone. you’re literally making heart eyes at her get a grip you’re slacking lmao” (hence luke’s right eyebrow quirking at reggie like ‘dude seriously gimme a break u know i need attention like tinkerbell’) even though Reggie’s true message was a bit less harsh and more lovingly teasing, but it’s Luke, he sees things through his eyes and at his intensity, regardless of who it’s coming from. (This is one of the reasons why Luke comes off as selfish at times.)

Exhibit D

Poor Lukey boi can’t seem to catch a break today! Not only does Julie ignore him, then has a cute lil (platonic but it’s luke so it still makes him jealous >:P) moment, but now she has the AUDACITY to interact with Alex? The guy who was out learning Ghost 101 with this Willie guy instead of rehearsing with the band? What gives?! What’s he got that your moody ghost bf doesn’t? >:’(

He literally just watches, and even glances back in a way that, to me, screams ‘did i see that right? did i just see what i just saw with my own dreamy (but dead) eyes? say sike rn.’ \_(*_*)_/

Meanwhile, Alex pays no mind. I like to think that Alex is fully aware that Luke is an angry boy rn, but has learned to ignore it, especially this bc literally NOTHING happened. Either that or Alex has no clue and just truly thinks nothing of it and is having too much fun to think about Luke’s moody and childish behavior. Either way, Alex is just straight chilling and we love to see it *^_^*

Notice how Reggie is right there vibing with Julie and Alex. Luke feels a bit betrayed like ‘not you too! i know you were the first to turn on me but i figured since you’re such a golden retriever you’d be loyal and come back to my side!😠🥲’

Also; Luke approaches the rest of the group, wanting to be included in at least SOME of the vibing, but when Julie starts dancing and smiling with her buddy Alex, he backs up like

“you know what? nope. nevermind. not doin’ it.”

and the group’s like “i mean hey it’s your loss, but luke we want you to-”

“no, bc you chose to piss me off right in front of my face so no luke time for any of you! no cuddles, no hugs, no nothing! you made your bed, now lie in it and perish.”

Exhibit E & F: This is where it gets a bit interesting and theorized hehe...

Now we all know that this moment is just fucking ICONIC

WEOWH NEOW NEOW!!! WEOW NEHR NEHR NER-NER-NER NEHR NEHR NEOWHR!!! (wer nehr-nehr-ner-ner-nehr-nehr!!) WUEHNER-NEUHNER-NEHR-NEEOW-NEOWH! DLOOLOODDUH-DOODLAH-HOOBLUEH-NEOWHR-NEUEHR-NEEEEEEUOWRH!!!!

But hear me out– HEAR ME OUT!

What if... now don’t shoot the messenger who just so happens to also be the theorist... but what if...

WHAT IF!!! Luke didn’t!! plan this?!!!

Listen i know you’re probably thinking:

“Well uh Nicole, isn’t that kinda the whole point? It literally wasn’t planned until Charlie realized Madi was gonna be standing on the piano so he suggested the idea for the guitar solo to Kenny.”

And you’re right! But here’s the kicker:

What if Luke THE CHARACTER, just decided to do this as an “Alright that’s it! You wanna be like that? Well what if I just hit you with my super awesome radical totally cool wowza guitar skills & make a moment between us? Huh? What do you think about that? Hmm? HMMM???!!!”

He licks his lips & that to me read** like he was nervous (**read rhyming with bed just to clarify) so that means it could’ve been a spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment thing.

In the second gif, you can see that Julie’s head is tilted, as if she’s a bit confused, but she’s also delightfully surprised.

Julie is quick to smile and scrunch her nose at Luke, something she does often. It tells Luke his impulsive action garnered a positive response from his favorite girl. Julie also starts to shake her head, but doesn’t go through the motion in full, which means she’s still a bit nervous to let her guard down. This is probably because she doesn’t know what he’s thinking or what he will do next. The lopsided smile mixed with the suave, gliding steps towards her probably brought her back to her daydream lol.

Luke’s happy bc Julie’s no longer ignoring him. He smiles like a GOOBER bc this chump is simping HARD for our Julie. So cute! :’)

Exhibit G

And hear me when I offer this:

What if Luke poofed the guys out???

I know, I know. It’s a bold claim to make. But the boys are special, considering they are a threat to Caleb (3 gay-variant himbos vs. a gay magician that could’ve been on broadway but decided to make some sort of deal with a devil so he just entertains capitalists who most likely sold their souls to get into the hgc which i will probably elaborate on in a future theory so dont do that bc im gonna lmao idc we all have big brains) So it’s not too crazy to think that they could share some ghost powers.

We know Caleb transported the guys during You Got Nothing to Lose. And the guys have left a place at the exact same time on more than one occasion.

And you may be thinking “well what if the guys poofed out to give juke a moment alone together?” And to that I say...

Look at Reggie. He isn’t looking back at Alex like “dude let’s give them some space.”

The timing of him turning around, at least to me, makes me think Reggie was surprised by Luke approaching the piano. (But also he lowkey was waiting for Luke to prove him wrong by doing something to get Julie’s attention so Reggie isn’t mad. Neither is Alex but he doesn’t like being told how or WHEN to ghost) Luke doesn’t even give his bandmates a warning eyebrow quirk, a hand signal, nothing. Reggie turns to Alex like ‘dude what is he DOING?’ And before he can even really convey that, they go *POOF*

This man had a plan and he was gonna do it, so he did. Whether it’s the power of love, they stopped performing, or Reggie and Alex actually poofed out, the odds worked in Luke’s favor so he and Julie could have a super special moment, a moment special enough to make an actual living person (Nick) wonder if a “hologram” has a better chance at connecting with Julie than he does.

Again, regardless of who made them poof or how they poofed, they mf poofed so Luke’s a happy hamster. (Idk it just sounded fitting instead of happy camper lol wait what if someone had 3 pet hamsters and named them alex reggie and luke🥺 someone buy some hamsters and let me be their godmother or their aunt and i’ll love them from afar.) Anyway, Luke’s thriving, flourishing, his crops are going to grow in time for the harvest.

You can see Julie lean back as she turns to see Luke. It’s... almost as if... She. Wasn’t. Expecting. Him. To. Be. There..??

Honey badger Luke bc he DGAF <|:) Bitch, it’s Luke mf Patterson and he’s gonna,, GET! IN! YOUR! FAAAACE!!!

You CANNOT tell me he’s not doing the absolute MOST to try and seduce Miss Juliana Mariposa Rose Molina.

Yes I’m making a headcanon that Julie has TWO middle names and that one of them is the spanish word for butterfly and that the other is her mother’s name. Also yes, I believe (i believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re– oh, that’s not what we’re doing? okay, sorry!) that Juliana is Julie’s full name.

In this house we love and respect Juliana Mariposa (Dahlia)** Rose Molina

**I’m just putting Dahlia there for fun bc I can. :) Whether I’d consider it a possible middle name of hers depends. Anyway I just thought it was a cute thing to add bc it goes along with the other middle names I gave her *^_^* Also, I feel like I made a post giving a bunch of the characters middle names lemme see if I can find it later)

Ok i’m done this took me basically all day from like 10am until 4:08. I obviously took breaks in between, but not long ones...😶

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #madison reyes #luke patterson #charlie gillespie #alex mercer #owen joyner #reggie peters #jeremy shada #jatp theory #jatp headcanons #carrie wilson #savannah lee may #jatp flynn #jadah marie #sacha carlson #edge of great #nick danforth evans #music #jatp netflix #jatp cast #jatp hc #juke #crybabyddl has a theory #i spent way too long on this #crybabyddl

[shmegmilton]

Astrological Signs as 100% Real Things Thomas Jefferson Has Done

Disclaimer: This post is not meant to make light of/ignore his heinous beliefs or actions. I am fully aware of these things. Do not accuse me of idolizing or glorifying him, because I'm not & I don't. It just so happens that, in addition to being morally horrible, he was also a massive idiot & some of the stories are funny. I'm a history blog so I figured I would share them.

Aries: Might have accidentally popularized America's first known meme? The story goes that a man named Haines unknowingly shittalked Jefferson to his face and once he realized who he was talking to, he said "My name is Haines" and road off into the night.

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Taurus: Severely, unnecessarily kneecapped the American economy with the Embargo Act & Non-Intercourse Act in order to Own The (British) Libs™

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Gemini: Led a campaign to ruin Aaron Burr's life and blacklist him from the Democratic-Republicans as a whole because he almost beat him in the 1800 Election.

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Cancer: Loved the French and had an unexplained, seething hatred of Britain.

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Leo: Broke his wrist while attempting to climb over a fence in Paris to impress a woman (Maria Cosway).

(Another variation of this is that he broke it while tripping over some logs, but the fence story came from Ben Franklin's son, William, so it seems more likely.)

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Virgo: When James Monroe wanted to run to be the 4th President of the United States, he essentially told him: "no, wait your fucking turn" because he wanted James Madison, who was his Secretary of State, to go first because he had been grooming him for the position.

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Libra: Drank, like, 200 bottles of wine over an 11-day period with the help of Lafayette when he came to visit America in 1824. Highly likely other people may have helped, but it's still insane.

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Scorpio: Shit-talked George Washington, John Adams, Alexander Hamilton & Aaron Burr (mostly under aliases or by bribing reporters to do it for him) WHILE serving in the same administrations as them.

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Sagittarius: Got persuaded by George Washington to take a fishing trip with himself and Hamilton in June 1790 that was either so uneventful or so awful that none of the three ever spoke about it again.

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Capricorn: Misquoted so often (usually in an effort for someone to give their bad-faith argument merit because "a famous person said it") that the Monticello estate website has an [entire page] dedicated to them.

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Aquarius: Ate a whole raw tomato (which many people in his time thought was poisonous) in front of some associates at the Miller-Claytor House.

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Pisces: Kissed the floor of William Shakespeare's house & stole a sliver of wood from his famous "writing chair" during a trip to England in 1786 with John Adams.

(The "kissed the ground" part was witnessed by Abigail Adams, which she later wrote about in a letter.)

#Signs As #Thomas Jefferson #AmRev

[r3volutionary-queen]

Butterfly Effect Pt. 2 Sneak Peek

Just a little something to tide you over while you wait...

Some sexual content below. 18+ only please.

You had expected the change to be more… drastic. At least physically. But as you peeled off the sweatpants and the oversized shirt you wore and stared into the bathroom mirror in nothing but your own skin, twisting this way and that, there were only two noticeable differences.

The first was the fact that your eyes seemed to have been replaced with living coals and no matter how many times you blinked, they kept that same golden glow you had only seen flashes of in Andy’s gaze. You didn’t know what that meant or if it was permanent, but it was strange to look into the mirror and see someone else’s eyes staring out of your own face.

The second was the ultra-sensitive patch of raised skin in the pocket of flesh right above your clavicle. You never remembered your mother mentioning these things pulsing and throbbing, but yours certainly did. Even as your eyes fell to it now, it was almost as if it had a mind of its own and woke up like a grumpy toddler, angrily demanding your attention.

You stared at it for a long moment, tilting your head to the side, lips parting as you lifted a hand and carefully reached out a single finger, just to see if it would ease the—

You gasped audibly the instant your fingertip connected with that raised patch of skin and some unseen force folded your body in half onto the bathroom counter. If you hadn’t caught yourself on your elbows, you would’ve smashed your face into the faucet, but you weren’t thinking about that. You weren’t thinking about anything but the obscene moan that was pulled out of the pit of your belly, the way your vision flashed white, like you had been struck by lightning.

That spot at the base of your throat didn’t tingle—it burned with need, like there was a live wire attaching the mating gland on your neck to your clit.

Back arching, you instinctively clenched your core and like a wet cloth being wrung dry, trails of slick started to slowly dribble down the inside of your thighs. It rolled down your smooth skin hot and thick and heavy, like sap on a tree.

You clenched again—hard—and a whine wheezed out from between your lips; it was a desperate sound, a call, a plea.

Wrenching your hand away from your mating gland, you slammed your palm flat into the counter and panted, eyes perfect circles. Your muscles trembled and your heart tried to beat its way out of your chest. All the while, that gland throbbed and pulsed until your knees finally buckled, unable to hold the weight of your body up anymore. They knocked into the cabinet with a loud thud.

You yelped, both kneecaps bursting in pain. Sweat coated your skin and it was a graceless thing, the way that you slid down onto the cold tile floor in a pile of shaking limbs. You tried to slow your breathing, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth.

Breathing in and out. In and—

You went still.

Eyes slitting open, you delicately sniffed the air and then blinked at the heavy scent of warm brown sugar that filled your lungs. It was so strong you could almost taste it on your tongue. It swirled around the room, permeating in the air like baked goods in a hot oven. Sighing, you licked your lips and—

“Butterfly?”

Shit.

Your eyes flew open, sheer panic flooding your veins at the sound of Andy’s quiet voice. Heart pounding, you scrambled across the bathroom floor until your back hit the wall opposite the door, leaving behind a small trail of slick. You tucked your knees into your chest and wrapped your arms around your shins, swallowing down a whine.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked in a careful voice. “I heard…” he started and stopped. You could hear his audible swallow on the other side of the door and you knew in that instant that he could smell that heavy brown sugar scent.

That he could smell you.

Eyes huge, you stared at the shadow underneath the door, the Alpha that had gone so silent and so still. You held your breath.

You weren’t stupid. You may have been a late bloomer, but you knew some things about this world. You knew that scent clouding the air was radiating from the honey-thick slick trickling down your skin. You knew it was a scent meant to attract Alphas.

Above all else, you knew that you were curled up naked on the bathroom floor, shaking and trembling in a puddle of your own mess while a man—a friend—an Alpha stood just on the other side of a flimsy wood door.

“It sounded like you were hurt,” Andy said eventually and yet he sounded like he was the one in pain.

A tremor rolled through you.

“I’m fine!” You squeaked out, your whole body ablaze with mortification.

Andy didn’t respond right away but he also didn’t move away from the door. The gland on your neck ached and beat at you wildly, like a drum. Your grit your teeth and screwed your eyes shut. Then—

“Do you need my help?”

It wasn’t just a question; it was an offering and it had something inside of your chest shifting and raising its head in attention.

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Yes. I'm evil and enjoy my little cliffhangers way too much. But ugh. Alpha Andy is going to be the end of us all. I just know it. I've got about 3.5K written and still have a ways to go but I'm so excited!

#andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #omega reader #alpha andy barber #sneak peek #the butterfly effect