#he is a feral gremlin he just knows how to be a gentleman about it

[lordsxfgondor]

You ever have the middle of the story and you want to know what happened? Yeah that's sort of what this is but different. This is Faramir, Damrod, and Anborn meeting Rhadrog and Laeglaw.

Aka the wise one drags the somewhat childish one to meet the shy one and the healer then the feral one shows up because throwing hands must be done with him around or it's just not right. (Anborn is feral, I don't make the rules I just tell it as I see it and let's be real you have to be somewhat feral to survive there.)

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Damrod gleefully dragged his friend to the tavern he’d discovered a little under a month before while Faramir had been busy with some sort of family dinner. Anborn had waved them off since he still had one last test so he could be positioned with them, and was going to join them later. When they entered there was a group of city guards in one corner, an off duty tower guard at the bar, and a few regulars. Faramir slipped off to find a table while Damrod got their drinks.

At last he sat across from the Steward’s son and slid his tankard across the table. Faramir snatched it up with a wry smile and clanked it against Damrod’s own in a silent mutual agreement that they were glad to finally be done with that dreadful school. Some of the guards caught Faramir’s attention and Damrod internally groaned seeing it. Still he followed his friend’s gaze to see a cluster of them around a boy, well a man but not one much older than he and Faramir were, who looked foriegn to him. Faramir sent him a look, silently asking his opinion on the situation. Damrod studied them for a moment then shrugged, giving Faramir an innocent look. Faramir raised an eyebrow then drained his tankard.

“Far-”

“He needs help, whether he thinks so or not.”

Damrod groaned and stood, exasperated, then followed him over.

“What’s the matter, boy, only able to speak your mother tongue?”

The group laughed at the question, and one of them pulled his fist back to punch the young man. As Damrod expected Faramir caught the guy’s wrist.

“What the-”

“Boy, you should get back to your drink.”

“The young man is a soldier of Gondor as well, is he not?”

“It doesn’t matter! The whelp must be a spy, not even in our southernmost lands are people so dark.”

The group agreed and Faramir slipped between them and stood in front of the young man, who Damrod now noticed was wearing an old and worn version of the city guard uniform. Sickened that these men would turn on one of their own he moved to join Faramir as well. Idly he wondered if maybe they should have left their hooded cloaks back in their room for the night but Faramir insisted on bringing them as he seldom did without good cause. As one of the guards reeled back a fist then sent it flying towards Faramir’s face he lamented following his lead but watching Faramir duck under it, dragging the other man down then moving forward to drive an elbow into the guard’s gut was a thing of beauty. After that he lost track of what Faramir was doing as long as he and his friend didn’t get in each other’s way.

A familiar battle cry followed by three of the group landing in a heap told Damrod that Anborn had finally managed to join them and would be upset he missed the start of the fight. Grinning somewhat ferally Damrod helped finish taking down the few remaining guards then turned to see the young man on the ground, using Faramir’s lap as a pillow. Muffled snickering on his right told him Anborn was next to him and they were going to tease Faramir about this later. A young man with tousled black hair walked in looking furious until he saw all the guards sprawled on the ground, except the Tower Guard who was watching the four of them amused now- Damrod just knew that Faramir’s brother was going to hear about this and they would be teased about it for months- then he walked to Faramir and the young man on the ground.

“Rhadrog… Some day you are going to need to stand up for yourself.”

“He will… just not yet.”

“Who in the name of the Valar are you?”

“Just a recent graduate from the academy.”

“Well it seems like you just got very unlucky.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Aside from the tears in your clothes? Those were some of the most respected City Guard.”

“I see. So this is Rhadrog, and you are?”

“Laeglaw. We graduated at the same time, but no one wants to take us. They think he influenced me to be evil and is a spy himself.”

Faramir hummed and the Tower Guard walked over then. Crouching down next to Faramir he grinned.

“I take it you want these two with you and those rapscallions?”

“If we can talk Him into it. I’m not sure he’d be happy about us laying out so many of the Guard.”

“Aye… well if he asks I can testify to them deserving it. They shame themselves by refusing such talent.”

“Would you let him know I want to speak with him about it?”

“I will, but since you got in a fight…”

“I know.” Faramir stood and dragged Rhadrog up with him so the man wasn’t on the floor any longer. “Lead the way, and if you have the time and means to, some medical supplies would be nice. Also-”

“A needle and thread?”

“Just so.” 

The Guard laughed softly then led the five of them to a cell. Faramir laid Rhadrog on the cot then sat next to it, stripping off his torn tunic then tossing it to Damrod who did a quick check.

“This isn’t too bad. It will be fixed up in a few minutes once I get some thread. I think our new friend ended up the worst off.”

“He wasn’t fighting.” Anborn commented, annoyed.

Faramir nodded but didn’t seem surprised. Anborn gave him a look silently demanding an explanation. Damrod ignored that he was supposed to be older and sprawled, draping himself partly in Faramir’s lap.

“Fara, talk to me.”

Faramir smiled and ruffled his hair lightly. “He’ll be helpful in the future, but doesn’t think he deserves help now.”

“Well we will just have to change that.” Anborn replied promptly.

Faramir’s smile was brilliant and Laeglaw was making small choking noises.

“You- he- then.”

“Yes, I am Faramir, and these are Anborn and Damrod. If you would be kind enough to tend to our injuries as well I am sure Damrod would be willing to mend anything you and Rhadrog are wearing that need mending.”

The Guard appeared then and leaned against the bars. “I have some medical supplies and this,” he held up a small sewing kit which Damrod lunged for, “your brother will collect you lot in the morning. Those two might be being shipped out with you.”

Damrod waved and was already working to thread the needle so he could sew the clothes up. Faramir chuckled and settled in the corner where he could see everyone, Anborn across the cell from him where he could see outside the cell, and Laeglaw gave up on making sense of the situation in favor of patching up his injured friend.

“Do you know where you’re headed?"

“Probably Ithilien."

All work stopped as the three conscious men turned to the unconcerned son of the Steward. It was known that Ithilien was dangerous and only accepted the best, but none of them felt that they quite ranked up well enough for that assignment. Deciding not to worry much about it they focused on their self-assigned tasks. Damrod glanced at Faramir to find him bundled up in his cloak and dozing, Anborn watching outside the cell as well as inside it while their mutually agreed upon leader slept. 

A quick sign later and Anborn tossed his torn clothing to Damrod while taking Faramir’s tunic and setting it near him to grab when he got up. Laeglaw managed to get Rhadrog’s damaged clothes off him and set them in a small pile near Damrod who mended them first so the injured man could stay warm. It was late when he finished and as Damrod looked up he noticed that Faramir was sitting where Anborn had been and Anborn was leaning against Laeglaw in the corner.

“Sleep, Damrod. We won’t leave you here.” Faramir murmured lowly, knowing that it was something that Damrod worried about and Damrod got up with a small groan then climbed on the cot next to Rhadrog who looked a bit better. With a small gesture to Faramir he was asleep as well.

The sound of the door opening woke him and he felt Rhadrog tense beside him.

“Really, little one?”

“Are you upset with me for finding another stray I want to keep?”

“Perhaps not but there are better ways.”

“You taught me that people who are being hurt by those they should trust need to be defended.”

Laughter and Damrod knew without looking that Boromir and Faramir were hugging tightly. He smiled and cracked his eyes open a little to see the absolutely shocked expression on Rhadrog’s face as he finally realized who exactly had rescued him.

“Very well, I will put these two with you as well. Just do me the favor of trying to keep them in line. Apparently some of the guards are afraid of that one.” Boromir pointed towards Anborn who grinned at him. Boromir nodded and stepped away so they could get up and leave. “Oh, and little brother?”

“Yes?”

“I am proud of you.”

#books and silver leaves || faramir #wood smoke and swords || anborn #needle and bow || damrod #spices and woods || rhadrog #healing herbs and hot water || laeglaw #legends for the future || mun's writing #my chaos children (affectionate) #fara is the worst of them #don't let him fool you #just because he is nice and sweet #he is a feral gremlin he just knows how to be a gentleman about it

[kleem-o]

Howdy? Hope you're having a great day so far!! had an idea for Kid! Tenko if you don't mind?

Tenko as a kid is a bit (a lot) yandere(platonic) for his mom and doesn't let her go outside without him tagging along to go to the grocery store, he gets really possessive. Then he grows up, becomes taller and more intimidating (ig around high school?!) brags about her cooking being the best and won’t let any man ask her out at all (cuz she only needs him obv).

i really don’t know if it makes sense hope it does lol let’s us cultivate this idea 😭

- （＾Ｏ＾☆♪

YESSSS anon you get it omg imagine how protective your baby boy is its so dfdjvhhdvsbdb anw here's a short fic. i might make a full fic in the future, full on plot with lots of angst <3 lemme know if yall would like that!

Platonic Yandere!Tenko x Mommy!reader

"Mommyyy mommyy!! can we buy this??"

You were out grocery shopping with your little boy when he showed you a cereal box that had a toy with it! Akali from league of legends, it says on the box. You were always wary about your little boy playing that game, because you saw how other people in YouTube or.. tweetch? would rage and cuss out loud! You can't have your precious baby become like one of them! But you still gave in, I mean come on, who could resist those cute little puppy eyes. You rubbed his fluffy head as you placed the cereal box inside the cart, while he made a little happy dance and proceeded to explore the grocery store. Back then in his dead old family, he didn't have the luxury of going to the grocery store, he thought it would be boring but with his precious mommy everything is so fun! He went further into to the snacks isle of the store and took a lot of snacks and junk food, he knew you would scold him lightly about needing to eat healthy food, but he'll promise that he'll be a good boy and eat as much vegetables and fruits you want! Just as he was going back to you he saw a man talking close to you. It seemed like he was telling a joke and you just had to laugh so sweetly. Tenko immediately felt his stomach drop and his blood boil at the sight, he ran to you, dropping all the snacks in his arms, and clung on your leg tightly, glaring at the man. The man chuckled nervously, genuinely scared of the feral eyes your little gremlin had.

"Mommy who's this?"

"Oh Tenko, this kind gentleman is from my work! I never knew he lived close to us!" Tenko still held his glare, not trusting the man. How could he trust him? He might hurt you, take you away from him. Tenko felt his hand twitch, he really wanted to disintegrate the man right now, no one will take mommy away from him no one. His hold on you was tightening and you quickly reached down and asked him what was wrong. "Mommy I really want katsudon later.. can we have it for dinner, pretty please?" He looked up at you with those adorable eyes and you immediately kissed his cheek as you went to the meat section of the store. Tenko had other plans though, he went to the man you were talking with, with an apple on hand. The man looked at him curiously "Hey little sport, do you need anything?" Tenko just stared at him with dead eyes which creeped the man. Tenko then took of his gloves then fully disintegrated the apple. The man looked in shock as goosebumps began to cover his skin, his instincts telling him to run this kid was not normal, so ran he did. Tenko smiled to himself feeling proud as he ran to you engulfing you in a hug. You just thought how innocent and cute he was! That night you both had katsudon and cuddled to sleep. This would become the norm, him always going with you to the grocery store. On days that you went shopping without him he would get nervous and fake cry thinking that you didn't want him anymore, guilt tripping you into always letting him tag along.

Now he wasn't your little baby boy anymore, he was now taller than you, stronger than you, smarter than you and is entering 2nd year of high school. He would always go with you whenever you went outside, and to be honest you found it a bit worrying, I mean, he wasn't a little kid anymore. Kids his age usually would go out with friends their age, but your baby boy always chose to be with you. Did you baby him too much? yes He would sulk if you didn't invite him to go with you, wherever it be. Whether you went to the mall, salon, grocery store, convenient store, literally anywhere outside. He still thought it was too dangerous for his fragile mom. And you thought it was too overbearing. Even at school, all he talked about was his mom, games, and his mom. Bragging about how his bento that his mommy made was the best, though always refusing to share when his friends asked for some. His friends made fun of him being a mama's boy and he didn't really mind, I mean it was true, and he kinda liked being called like that. What he didn't tolerate however, was when his friends would start talking about you in a way that little boys in puberty did. An ex friend of his once made a comment about how you looked "Damn Tenko's mom is literally so hot. What a milf. I'd smash hard" the dumbass laughed as every friend of Tenko looked at him, scared for him. Needless to say, Tenko beat the shit out of him, 10 people including teachers and security had to work together to pry him off the poor guy. The poor dude got confined in a hospital for months. Tenko got in trouble by the principal, and was almost expelled, but your pleas reduced it into home suspension instead. Oh well, Tenko thought, sounds like a reward. You gave him a good scolding at home and asked him why he did what he did, but he wouldn't say a thing, not wanting you to hear the disrespectful comment. After a few days of sulking and asking for forgiveness you finally gave in as you hugged him, rubbing his hair, your baby wouldn't beat someone without a reason right? There had to be a reason. After all, all this time during home suspension he was such a good boy, doing all the chores for you, cooking food, and even giving you a massage. All you knew was that your not so little baby boy was an innocent angel. You kissed his cheek as you bid him goodnight and went to your own room.

One day, while in the grocery store, Tenko was hording some snacks and junk food to place at the cart in the other isle where you stayed looking at ingredients for dinner. When he went looking for you he saw a tall buff man in sweatpants and a hoodie talking to you, huh deja vu, you looked so happy and you were...blushing?? Tenko couldn't believe his eyes as he felt his skin burning, he wanted to rip his skin out. He rushed to your side as he scratched his neck furiously demanding to know who the man was. "Mom who the fuck is this? Is he bothering you?" You gently took his hand to stop him from scratching his neck "Language Tenko! I guess its time to introduce you two. Tenko meet Toshinori, we have been talking for a while now." You say as you shyly blushed. Tenko wanted to gouge his eyes out. He felt like vomiting. He felt his heart race as he began to slightly shake, in disbelief, in fear, in anger. "Hello young Tenko! Y/N talked about you many times before! You're her pride and joy."

Tenko was quiet the entire ride back home, and even at home he remained eerily quiet. "Tenko is something wrong? It might be a bit of a shock to you, but I promise Toshinori is a good man. When I started dating him, I thought about how this would affect you of course. I think he would make for a good father for yo-" He stood up abruptly then went to his room without saying a word. Once inside his room he started to throw his things, breaking them. You heard all of it but decided to give him space, feeling bad for hurting him. Tenko couldn't believe it how did he not notice?? No wonder you would always look at your phone and smile. Why did it have to be him of all people. He sat at the middle of his mess of a room and began scratching his neck. He had to think of a way to get rid of that pest. He had to keep you with him. All you needed was him, no one else matters.

"You stupid fuck, I'll fucking kill you. Mommy's all mine."

A/N: hii anon! omg i hope this was okay, i enjoyed writing it and i miss baby!Tenko lol. feel free to ask for more!!

#bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #platonic #platonic yandere #shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #baby tenko #baby tomura #yandere shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #platonic shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tenko x reader #mha tenko #tenko shimura #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #bnha drabble

[neverchecking]

I've talked with desires of chain about reader with nipple piercings before (very very shortly) and I will do it here too. This is a hill I want to die on. (Absolutely not because mine are pierced. That has nothing to do with this.)

You and anon are so right, Twilight is absolutely feral over pierced nipples. Especially when you're pregnant and they're dripping with milk? He's not going to keep his mouth off of them.

Wild? He's infatuated. Rolls them between his fingers, maybe uses magnesis on them. He can't get enough.

Warriors would be feeling them any chance he got. (He's a boob guy fight me on it) He would encourage you to sleep in his bedroll with him on a cold night. Just so he can feel them poke against his chest when you get cold.

Time tries to keep his composure when he sees them under your shirt. But later he knows he's going to be pulling on them with his teeth until you beg him to stop.

Sky would be BLUSHING the first time he noticed them under your shirt. Trying to look away but can't keep his eyes off of them. When he finally gets you in bed his mouth doesn't stay off of them. Little kisses and rolling his tongue around them.

Four is thinking of all the things he can make to put on them. Small chains to tug on them with? New rings that are distinctly red, blue, green, and violet? He'll make them all and use them all on you.

Legend thinks they would feel wonderful while you fuck him with your tits. The image alone is enough to get him pulling you away.

Hyrule is a blushing mess at first, similar to Sky. But damn if he doesn't know what to do with them. Pulling at them with his teeth, slapping them lightly to edge you on, only to kiss them gently afterwards to keep the pain away.

Bonus: Ravio thinks he's seeing things when he first seems them peak under your shirt. But the second he has his hands on you he's pulling on them through your shirt. Making sure he knows what he saw.

Anyway.

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT NIPPLE PIERCINGS BC I WANT MINE DONE SO BADLY

Twilight is a step above feral. He is constantly on them every chance he gets. especially when his love's tits are swollen and full and they must hurt, so he has to help right? It's his duty as a hero after all. What kind of man would he be if he didn't help out the mother of his children?

Wild is so entranced with them. Definitely uses Magnesis on them, pulling and twisting to his hearts content. And when his lover just whimpers a bit, he's licking at the piercings and sucking them to soothe them.

Wars is constantly copping a feel. He is for sure a boob guy and orchestrates all sorts of situations just to feel them poke through the thin fabric of your shirt. And if their poking him, their obviously cold, so he must warm them up with his hands. That's obviously the only way.

Time is the biggest gremlin with them. He's cataloging every reaction and seeing if he can get more. Biting, sucking, licking, all of it. Just to see the expressions he can pull from you.

Sky tries so hard to be a gentleman. But once he catches sight of them it's all he can think about. And when he finally gets his hands on them? He's sucking onto them constantly while pounding you into the bed. Honestly, him and Twilight are probably tied for how much they like sucking on tiddies.

Four absolutely things of all the things he can do with them. For sure makes a piercings with a chain between them, something he can use to pull on them at the same time while leaving a hand free. He is a master of forge, he's sure he can think of a few things he can make to claim you as his.

Legend for sure loves tits jobs. I don't make the rules. And with the added piercings? HVHFF He's drooling and begging for anything Reader will give him.

Hyrule is also trying to be a gentleman, but he is a fairy. And he loves shiny things. They attract his attention and he loves watching them, pulling them, seeing the flesh around them turn red only for him to lick them in a way to sooth them.

RAVIO MY LOVES GJOGHG He's another one to get more jewelry for them just to see them shine in his colors. Just to be sure what he saw. <3

#cinder rambles #the links vs piercings #they lose #Sage prolly gets them himself #OGMG G #Sage with nip piercings <3

[your-local-hoemie]

hello!! i was wodnering if you could do some headcanons of itto, diluc, and xiao (seperate) with a gn!reader!

reader is taller then them, more masculine/male like (?) due to growing up with only brothers/two fathers and just their genes in general. they don't know why they look like they do--just assuming its from thier bio parents--and just doednt care. infact they love it, using it to thier advantage against the characters

just wrapping them in a hug and the characters just...dissapering into thier large form cause thats just how small they are compared to the reader

srry i went on a bit of a ramble um-

anyways just some simple dating headcanons or their thoughts on the reader, anything that comes to your mind really lolz

you dont have to do this if you dont want to of course!

YESYESYESYESYESYES!!!

I relate to this so much!!! I’m not tall but I feel the more masculine part and I’ve grown up around men so lemme project so hard in this >:)

I ain’t suffering with the coloured titles anymore cuz the colour options on the phone are awful T-T

Warnings: fluff, swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Itto, Diluc, Xiao.

Itto~

Oh he loves it.

He loves it very much.

He loves to flaunt his big muscles and manliness but when it comes to you

Oh boy

Please make him feel like a little princess

He’ll blush and squeal and get all embarrassed~

It’s absolutely adorable!

His favourite activity is sitting on your lap and feeling your strong arms wrap around him.

You make him feel so safe and comfortable!

He always brings you along to find lavenders melons since you can easily reach the higher juicier ones.

Also loves to challenge you to arm wrestling or playful tackle fights

He usually loses but he’ll never admit that over his dead body.

Every time he finds a big beetle (I can’t remember what they’re called) that he thinks is going to win he’ll name it after you!

He really admires you and often gets into trouble trying to impress you though

Please give him a bonk on the head and a nice smooch to remind him that he doesn’t have to do any of that!

I mean how could anyone not love this sweet boy~

Diluc~

It’s such a shock to everyone ngl

They expected him to fall for someone who’s small and petite considering how much of a gentleman his is and his strangely charming reputation with the ladies

So when everyone found out you were the one who stole his heart they were fuckin’ shOOKeth

And he couldn’t be happier to show you off either

His whole attitude is just like:

“Yeah that’s right. They’re mine fuckers”

He genuinely thinks you’re perfect from head to toe

And the fact you can keep up with his already very masculine physique when in combat makes him love you even more

He loves to be little spoon even though he’ll never admit it!

This boy has trauma even if he pretends he’s fine he’ll alway find comfort in your strong secure hugs~

Never let’s you be insecure about your appearance!

He thinks you’re perfect just the way you are~

Xiao~

Inhales

this boy ADORES YOU!!!

He’s always terrified of hurting anything that could easily break under his touch

So the fact your a lot more solid in your build whether it’s either in your height or more masculine appearance, makes him feel a little more ok with being closer!

Since you’ve grown up in a more rough and tumble environment with brothers constantly gnawing at your ankles like feral gremlins

You’re more than capable of keeping up with him

He does get extremely insecure about his height though

Comfort him

Please.

Loves to spar with you as well!

He can go almost full power with you

He never does though because he still knows you’re mortal and doesn’t want to hurt you~

He’s a thigh guy, nothing can change my mind about this

Sooo he’ll love just resting his head in your lap on days when he’s feeling more comfortable with physical contact~

Sends him into fucking heaven.

He doesn’t see anything odd about your build

He thinks you’re absolutely amazing and will always worship everything about you~

Yooo I just finished scara’s story and totally didn’t cry hahahahahaha I’m not ok. I haven’t been this emotionally hurt since Xiao’s story

No I didn’t name him baby gorl shut up

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #itto #itto genshin impact #Itto scenario #itto headcanons #diluc #diluc genshin impact #diluc scenarios #diluc headcanons #xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao scenarios #xiao headcanons #itto x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader

[msweebyness]

Artzy's Awesome Art- Darcy & JJ

Hey ya’ll, it’s the second installment of our Nightmare Before Christmas 30th anniversary special! A MASSIVE thank you to Artzy for doing this amazing art of my Descendants OCs, Darcy, the daughter of Oogie Boogie and Jack ‘JJ’ Skellington Jr, the son of Jack and Sally. They’re *gasp* a couple! Keep an eye out for the last surprise, and below I’ve enclosed some background about these two!

Darcy Boogie:

Adorable but also terrifying

Shortest of the VK’s (She's 4'9" and a proud tiny queen!)

Swears like a drunk sailor

Feral, Abrasive, Sarcastic, Brutally Honest Gremlin

One of the best fighters on the Isle, can and will kick anyone’s ass

Would not wear a dress if her life depended on it

Loves to scare and is damn good at it

Rare Find: Good Isle Parent Relationship

Loves her Papa, so don’t talk shit

Learned how to count cards when she was five

Has a six-year old brother, Nash, will protect him with her life

Lock, Shock and Barrel are (annoying) older siblings

Uma’s sister in all but blood, enforcer of the pirate crew

Fights with Harry all the time, but it’s out of love

Will also protect Gil with her life

Not good with affection, except if it’s her family, JJ, Uma, Gil and sometimes Harry.

Will deck you if you diss her man

Acts like a tsundere, but likes it when JJ is romantic

TFW you have to remind your dad at least once a week that he can’t kill your BF

Protective Queen

Will END you for killing bugs on purpose

JJ Skellington:

Might be a little overdramatic (read the sarcasm)

Gets V excited about things he likes

Has trouble holding still

Loves his snazzy suits, his dad’s style is on point

Don’t make fun of his fedora (Darcy is the only one who can steal it without sustaining serious injuries)

Has weird tastes in food

✨Flexible✨ Boi

Knows everyone in Halloween Town by name. They will fight you to the death to protect him.

Just as good at scaring as Darcy, she hates it

Jack’s Mini Me, helps him around Halloween Town

Tells his mom everything

Has three little sisters, Jennifer, Sylvia and Holly

Bullied in Auradon for not looking “Heroic”

Cannot hold a grudge to save his life

Only had four friends (Ben, Doug, Jane and Lonnie. He and Lonnie have been like siblings forever.)

Sweetheart™️

Gentleman™️

But also a snarky king

Deals with a lot of anxiety, has attacks on occasion

Knew he was going to marry Darcy within five minutes of meeting her

WILL write and perform an entire song for his wonderful girlfriend

Very scared of his future-father-in-law

I love my babies and I hope you do too! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#descendants #disney descendants #the nightmare before christmas #oogie boogie #jack skellington #Sally #JJ Skellington #Darcy boogie #descendants OC’s #son of jack Skellington #daughter of Oogie boogie

[quinloki]

ofc, my self ship is always with my boy sabo 😌 beware delusional me 💀

I picture myself as a pirate spy when we first met, like I’m in the “marines” but I work for a pirate crew. So you can assume his suprise when such a pretty lady like me doesn’t attack him and instead goes against whom I am supposed to ally. “You’re not one of them? How can you prove?” Ik he’ll doubt me and would be cautious to approach because it could always be a facade and he’s a well trained man 😌 so it’ll take a while for him to get used to me as a friend and someone he could have on the inside. Now when I run away from the marines and join the revolutionary army??? 👁️👁️ By then I’m sure he likes me, but I’m afraid he’ll not make the first move. I definitely will be because I’m such a teaser and I’d love to see how he teases back.

hehehe hoo hooo and that’s how our relationship sparks!?! Dragon would be so concerned because he gets Sabo back half torn with a dreamy face he always tries to hide —and that’s when I’m the top. When he’s the top ohhhhhhhh 😨😨😨😨😨

God his dragon claw move GETS ME ALL THE TIMEEEE!!!! I’ll lose the way how to walk! Or even talk!!! My throat is always bruised, my legs sore, my body sticky. And him??? Oh he goes on as if nothing happened and he didn’t just leave me in his room tucked in and filled. 😨

Now soft side? We work together, always. We know we can rely on each other and back one up. Sabo is such a gentleman too and he always knows how to treat us in a busy day 💕 but I’ll always return the favor too. When he’s feeling his worst I’ll always be their to cuddle and comfort him whenever.

so at least Dragon knows that I’m beneficial to him. I could go on about him, and I obviously will on my own….he’s just that one character I’d really marry in real life. He’s so sweet and charming outside, and really freaky and mean in the inside. He’s someone I’d really love to interact with more and let him know that I’m there and I’m his. 😋💕

sorry it’s so long LMAOO😭😭😭😭

Don't apologize!

I love this! I love the long, rambling, complete joy and love in this. It's a little feral, a little gremlin - it's PERFECT.

Gushing to me about your self ship is EXACTLY WHAT I ASKED FOR and I don't even know what I could hope to add to this, other than to wish you both well.

(I love the idea of things being really tense between you for a while, and there's some back and forth on just how much he trusts you, and it culminates in like almost hate-sex, but it's really just the tension snapping finally.)

I love it \lol/ thank you for sharing!

Tell me about your self-ships!

#quin answers #quin delights #self ships #sabo the revolutionary

[smallsadchild]

New random BSD take based on nothing but my own thoughts and selfish desires of making Chuuya a little bit more feral gremlin. This may be a bit long and all over the place.

So, I was thinking about fanart I’ve seen of Tetcho and Chuuya and I think it’d be fucking great if Chuuya was also sort of a menace when it came to mixing food? Like not to the same degree as Tetcho (though they both get worse the more they hang out together) but not only does Chuuya have some weird genetics/lab rat shit going on with him (who knows what may be up with his sense of taste,) he also grew up in a gang of kids on the street. That boy did NOT have a normal diet and I feel like Kyoyous training could only do so much.

Anyway, I think Chuuya also enjoys horrific food combinations, (perhaps partially due to him still having the inclination to eat what he can when he can.) I like the concept that Chuuya’s the kind of person to just mix everything on his plate together into one homogeneous lump and eat it like that. You know those horrible like, 50’s American gelatin creations with the unflavored gelatin and peas and bananas with Mayo on top kinda thing? Genuinely something he would eat and enjoy. Cabbage and peanut butter sandwich? Down the hatch. Eats onions like apples and enjoys tormenting Dazai with it. (Who yeah, okay, his eating habits may not be the BEST but at least he doesn’t put wasabi on Oreos and then dip them in coffee like a fucking psychopathic chibi he knows.)

I don’t think Dazai was completely disgusted by Chuuya’s eating habits though (well okay maybe he was but he found it funny too.) He enjoyed experimenting with different combinations and trying to find where Chuuya drew the line. He used to add random shit to Chuuya’s food when he wasn’t looking, just to see if his partner would notice (usually he didn’t, or maybe he simply didn’t care.)

As Chuuya gets older I think his pallet does become a bit more refined, (or at least he pretends it is when company’s around,) thanks to Kyoyou’s etiquette training and having access to actual recipes and such. But he still eats weird shit I think, and a friendship/relationship with Tetcho I feel would have them making and consuming the most ungodly meals to ever grace the earth. Those absolutely fucked protein shakes some people make? Yeah.

I love them being friends and shit ‘cuz I think they would both amplify each others nasty little bitey gremlin attributes and it would be fucking hilarious. Also boyfriends getting swole together? + the height difference? Hell yeah.

Anyway Chuuya deserves to be more of a gremlin I think. He may know how to act like a sophisticated gentleman at this point, but he’s still a punk ass troublemaker, he just dresses better now. Love him sm <3

(Also mostly unrelated, very not thought out idea, Dazai has gotten Atsushi to eat part of a leather shoe before. I don’t know why but it just feels like something he would do.)

Here’s an example of the 50’s gelatin abominations btw.

#ha this is so long but apparently some people read the chuuya baby teeth one so??? here #more dumb nighttime bungou stray dogs head cannons. at least I think this is a head cannon yeah? I’m never quite sure. #it’s just a dumb “I like thinking about this concept for this character” #Chuuya’s more feral/weird than people tend to make him I think #also I don’t mean for this to feel like I’m just taking one of tetchou’s unique traits and give it to chuuya instead. #I just think they should be food menaces together <3 #maybe they could kiss about it too idk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd tetchou #what was the ship name for them? #tecchuu #??? #was that it? #bsd dazai osamu #bsd nakajima atsushi #leather shoe #so I can find that idea again lol #oof long tags sorry

[shay-writing-corner]

Well @copycatt since you say add my fav Imma go with my one true love Deuce and also Jamil because someone on discord make me into a jimp

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✵ when he first hears that you are pregnant, believe me when I say it took every fiber of his being to try not to cry in front of you, because if he cries then you cry, and it’s just gonna be a mess (don’t worry, he is very happy)

✵ he would look into human pregnancy, because merfolk pregnancy is vastly different than surface dweller (my hc is that merfolk lay eggs, well except for the mammal fish like dolphin, shark ect merfolk (those are things alright, if Azul and the tweel exist then that means a merdolphin or mersharks exist no I do not take critism))

✵ he would ask about any useful information about human pregnancy, once he realize that pregnancy can bring you so much pain, he will do anything to try to ease your pain

✵ questionable food craving? While he find it weird, but nonetheless would give it to you while also making sure you eat healthy, but will stand his ground for you to eat healthy

✵ when you feel a kick (or should I say...multiple kicks....because....you know) it will be a bit too emotional for Azul to handle

✵ he would be clingy to you 

✵ when your water broke, let's just both you and Jade have to keep Azul calm while going to medical profession to deliver your baby (Floyd will be in the background amused)

✵ once you give birth to a healthy baby the room will be filled with tears (you, Azul and the baby)

✵ what a sappy couple

✵ your son will have your eyes and Azul’s hair color, he is a hybrid, so he could change to octomer form and to human in an instant...though I would tell that in another time

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✵ don’t get me wrong the man have no idea bout your pregnancy, but suspected that something happened

✵ so when he got the news, he is surprised but happy nonetheless

✵ well...he might have a suspicion or two, but not the point 

✵ he always wanted to started a family so of course he does his research to the point that he is practically an expert on taking care of you, treating you with utmost care like the gentleman he is 

✵ your weird food craving? wouldn’t even bat an eyelash, he just get it for you, thought he might tease you a bit about it though, he would also force suggest eating something healthy from time to time, don’t want you to get sick after all

✵ the rare time he will shed a tear is when you first feel the kick

✵ when you need to cuddle, he will happily oblige, he is not much of a coddler but if it makes you feel good, then he will hold you while rubbing your belly gently

✵ when the time is come, he will be by your side all the time, overprotective even, it hurts him since you are in a lot of pain, so he will go feral if anyone tries to go near you he will control it to the medic profession thought, but will keep a close eye in case they do anything funny

✵ when you give birth is another rare moment where he will shed a tear

✵ your daughter will have your hair color with a teal side bangs, and a mix of his gold eye color and your eye color

✵ same deal a hybrid 

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✵ when you tell the news to him, he will be ecstatic that he nearly squeezed you, but you remind him that no he cannot squeeze you anymore until the baby arrived

✵ at first would be curious when you lay the egg, but then realized that humans born differently then merfolk, so he would ask Jade about it (because of course Jade did some research about it)

✵ through out your pregnancy, he will have to hold himself back from squeezing you. So be prepare for him whining or complaining of how much he wanted to squeeze you but cannot (well at least he can still cuddle you, but gently)

✵ your weird food craving? well firstly he tease the hell out of you, and then try it himself. If he likes it, then you have to share the spoil. And if he doesn’t he will say you have bizarre taste (blame the pregnancy). and he pretty much let’s you eat what you want

✵ he would be oddly quite when you first feel the baby kick, and then will just hug you and say how happy he is (listen, there is going to be an intimated moment)

✵ while he dislike that no cannot do much things that you normally do (you can no longer be squeezed by Floyd, which is a bit of a blessing, you also have to take a break every now and then) he will be there to entertain you

✵ and yeah he will be very over protective of you, his feral side (well...him in general) would go bat shit crazy if anything happens to you

✵ you notice how heavy you are carrying the baby, not to mention, you could feel the baby kick rapidly, so you and Floyd head the doctor only to find out that you’re expecting not one but two babies

✵ Floyd is ecstatic at the news, and will brag about it to Jade and Azul (congratulation, you have two gremlins children and a chaotic eel for a husband, may you survive)

✵ when your water broke, he at first have no idea what he is doing, until you or Jade tell him to take you to the hospital

✵ same as Jade, would he feral and crazy protective of you, even nearly bite one of the nurse (Floyd, you have to let the medical profession to get close to your shirmp to deliver the baby)

✵ he will get emotional and hug one of the baby close as you hold the other one with great love

✵ your babies are a boy and a girl, they both have Floyd’s hair color, except on their side bangs are your hair color. their eyes have one side gold, and the other is your eye color

✵ their both hybrids

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✵ when you tel him, he might be a little overwhelm but be very happy

✵ unfortunately to Jamil, they have to tell Kalim, to which make him super ecstatic and start to make huge banquet, much to Jamil dismay

✵ when I say overprotective. I mean overprotective 

✵ he did his research on pregnancy and will be sure that your most comfortable

✵ like the second best caretaker (first being Jade) tears you well, will be there for you with anything that you need, help you walk maybe becoming a bit over bearing 

✵ weird food cravings? he will give in to some of your craving to make you happy, but most of the time he will give you healthy food for you to eat, but sometimes you can get away with Kalim’s help

✵ quite honestly he’ll be more of a mother hen than you are

✵ he have a bit of a doubt about the child and if they have to be a servant to the Al Asim family, you have to reassure him from time to time that it’ll be alright

✵ you may or may not have tell Kalim secretly, and Kalim may or may not do something about it

✵ he will be calm mostly when you are in his arm as he rubs your belly feeling the baby kick, it’s the sweet and silent moment for the two of you

✵ when your water broke, he is already prepare. he’ll be by your side all the time and refuse to leave for a second

✵ you and him have a girl with your hair color and his eyes 

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✵ he will cry of excitement at the news 

✵ and soon enough he calls his mother and you and him wet to visit her and have a small celebratory dinner, she is so happy to have a grandchild to spoil

✵ he will ask his mother information about pregnancy so he can help you at anyway he can

✵ he...tries and don’t get me wrong, he’s not bad, but he is not good either, but what counts is he tries

✵ listen....you have absolute control over him, so you can get away with your food craving all day long, but at times he will try to make you eat something healthy

✵ very protective over you and would freak out over the little thing, making you have to reassure him that you are alright

✵ will be very anxious over if he’ll be a good father and worried he might disappoint, which again you will reassure him that he will be a good dad

✵ will cry when he feels the baby kick

✵ when your water broke, it’s a full on panic on Deuce side, but with his mother, he manage to stay calm adn help you through out the delivery

✵ you give birth to a boy with your eye color and his hair color

#twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #deuce spade x reader #jamil viper x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #deuce spade #jamil viper #twst x reader

[lovee-infected]

hello! may i please request NSFW headcanons of Lilia, Rook, Chenya (if you write for him), and Floyd dating a f!mc who is a brat in bed? thank you! (ps, i love your work so much, you deserve more attention and love!!!💖💖💖💖💖)

Feeling spicy tonight, aren't we?~

Warning(s): Nsfw, Bdsm, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Cum play

Spice will remain undercut!

He loves to have you explore his body. You little koebi sure are pretty curious, aren't you? He's a brat all the time nonetheless of how you're going to play, but watching your enthusiasm to challenge him and his big dick energy in bed makes him wants to take a step back and watch how far you may go.

He can pin you down within a second but if you wanna top, go on. It's your chance to show him how entertaining you can be, though it won't last all night. He'd just lend your body for you to play until you no longer can. But in case that you'd prefer to have him top you instead he won't be as kind.

Floyd has literally got no mercy when he tops, and having you continuing to tease him although you're well aware of what his immense thirst can do to you can only have one meaning: You want more. You look so cute when you get nasty in bed, so adorable. He loves in so much when you, his naughty baby, squirm under his rough touch like a tiny fish begging for water.

You won't need to tell him to go any harder or faster, he already knows how to turn the bed into a jungle. All he needs is you going along with his rough pace and driving him even crazier than usual.

Be careful not to go too far though, he's got his own limits. You're free to do whatever you want as long as he hasn't reached his orgasm but note that if you keep on teasing him afterwards even Floyd can be bothered. Better slow down with a slower pace or softer actions like kisses on tip of his cock or softly licking him so he can enjoy his orgasm.

Instead of getting to the point of causing him too much pain or making him ask you to stop, try teasing him. If he ejaculates in your mouth, instead of immediately swallowing it, keep it in your mouth and play with it. He'd surely be turned on even more if you go kinkier, you can open your mouth and use your fingers to play with his warm, sticky load. Making satisfying sounds or just gently humming "Mmmmm" as if you're so hungry for him to feed you his seed is another way of making it more erotic for both of you.

Go as kinky as you want to, but don't be fascinated if he decides to punish you when you're done. He'll force you to wear your underwear without cleaning after sex so you'll have to keep his seed on all the time. No need to mention that he'd probably leave a mess of markings and bites on you especially on places that are hard to hide, even your cheek.

You may be a brat in bed but remember that Floyd would continue to be a brat even after you're done, so when you're playing around in bed, better be prepared for the consequences coming after wards.

You know what they say: “Treat her like a Queen, fuck her like a whore.” Doesn't matter how much of a gentleman Rook is in the daylight, when the night comes, he's just the animal and you're the pray, watch him eat you.

Not that Rook is always one to go that wild during sex since he's still pretty considering toward his darling's emotions and limitations; he doesn't want to be the one enjoying your lovely time after all. He is more into love making than just having sex for fun, but he'd prefer it with more, well, excitement.

Why of course he doesn't mind you being a brat at all since it's nothing different from receiving your permission to go wild. Wanna play? Let's play.

You may end up being the one topping him at first because he is probably... intrigued. He likes to see whether your actions are as tough as your words when you ride him or not. Remember: He's got the stamina. He'll patiently wait until you can't take it anymore then pin you back and have his own turn. See how the tables are turned-? He can go for long, tiring rounds all night leaving you both in a mess of sweat and each other's juices as you'd still have to take in his huge cock.

When he tops, there's no stop until he makes you scream. He'd love to see how you'd go from a insubordinate brat to a helpless bottom hoe begging for mercy. So pittyful and needy, isn't that just beautiful?

Though he's quite the opposite as a bottom. He can see your growing excitement and nasty thoughts through your eyes so he doesn't mind giving you the chance to take advantage of him. He'll give his body to you with pleasure so you can play with him as you wish.

Other than getting to have his perfectly masculine body and sexy abs, remember etter that that soft, thicc and squishy butt of this man is an absolute treasure on its own so you better not lose the chance of getting to eat mister Hunt. You can get him to lie on his chest while still on knees so he is pushing his ass into the air, giving you the best advantage to have your meal.

You can do whatever you'd like to then, show how much you can do with that mouth of yours. Even give him a rim job in case you're into it. Use lots of saliva to make more enjoyable as you kiss or lick, he'd absolutely love it. Best part would be... biting. That squishy flesh of ass of his is softer than you'd ever imagine so better take the chance to eat him. In contrast to many men Rook doesn't mind you leaving some of those savage markings on his ass and you'd even get to hear him letting out some deep, sensual moans to the pillow when you're having his butt. It'd surely drown him in pleasure.

Got a kink you wanna try? Go on and throw it at him. He doesn't mind trying new things on you but often decides to let you be the one choosing them. Mostly because of the high possibility of his choices being too much for you, he doesn't want it to be that merciless. Be careful not to give him too much power though, try not to bring in any dangerous kinks otherwise it cannot be guaranteed if Rook can hold himself back or not.

Beware, Rook is a gentleman who knows when not to be gentle...

Oh lord, is he being underestimated? No matter how much of a brat you are, when Vanrouge's in the mood it's far beyond your limits to have a chance against a this pink gremlin in bed.

Better be into bdsm: Chains? Whips? Collars? Gags? Ropes? Butt plugs? Bring it on baby!

He actually does already keep quite a few of bdsm toys and matetials in his room, somewhere no one else can find but him of course. He allows you to choose your favorite color what he's going to use on you and when it's the time, he allows you to choose them for him.

Tie him up and make him your bottom slave, he doesn't mind at all~ People are quite predictable and uninteresting these days so, he likes to see how you may surprise him. Go nasty, go feral, go wild. Make him seriously cum after all these years with his uncool sleeping mates.

He may not seem to but he's quite hard to satisfy, especially as a bottom. Doesn't matter how much he's enjoying himself between your legs, it isn't going to hold him back from trying to piss you off.

"My my, Is that all you've got...? And I thought you were going to bring me some fun..."

He has a thing for humiliating you and watch how far you can go to prove him wrong. Top brat x bottom rat= Ultimate freaky cycle.

Regardless of how much of a bottom he can be, better be prepared for the times he tops. Both of you are freaks in bed but there's a difference: He's got the power. He'll definitely make you cry even if he has to use another of those orgasm spells on you.

As a top he'd want total dominance over his darling but he sure does want it to be hard to achieve. He wants to have to push you back in bed. Tease him so he can tease you even more, that's how it works.

Is into into inflicting pain through both physical side( Biting, chewing, nailing) and the erotic side. Leaving Markings behind and bloodplay may be his simplest kinks but he's also got a thing for playing with your body and mind.

Misbehave and you'd be punished; he can easily dig his long fingers inside you and have his long nail mercilessly crumb your walls before pulling out right as you're about to cum, leaving you in a painful mess inside your stomach wanting to cum so badly.

He's such a freak ass for edging, he'd get you to the brink of orgasm then backs off. He'd repeat this over and over as long as he likes to play before giving you an explosive orgasm. To bring you even more pain, he'd come up with one of his secret orgasmic spells to make you even needier that'll make you cry in pain. Ah yes, he is being a bitch and he doesn't mind at all. You would often end up screaming as you beg Lilia to let you cum, as if he's going to give in this easily. He's going to make sure that you'd learn your lesson.

"N-gah sugar. You gotta be punished for your veeeerrry poor manners tonight. My pet must learn to behave,"

Were you looking for that one pink neko who also happens to be a bottom bitch? Here he is! So get on top of him and kitty-play with him all night because it's all both you and him are asking for.

He isn't even going to fight back, things are much easier and better when someone else is in charge of the game, he can just lay back and enjoy the show. You have no idea how much fun you bring him everytime you pin him to the bed and tell him what a fuckable furry he is.

Chenya as well has got a little bratty side in him which can also be seen in bed; but it usually won't go any further than either make specific parts of his body invisible right at the moment you aren't expecting him to (Especially when you're giving him a hand job / blow job and suddenly his cock fades away-) or giving you nicknames. He isn't really into cursing or calling his partner names in bed but sure does have a thing for them having nicknames; especially those that radiate top energy. He'd actually come up with lots of fancy nicknames for you: Poison cookie, Marsh Mallow, Juicy lips, Majesty, Mama, Sexy witch,...

He's lowkey into bdsm as well so go get him some pink collars and gags, maybe some ropes tie him to bed as well- Note that he really enjoys getting o your nerves and having you punish him after wards. The harder, the better.

Chenya is more than ready to be your pet in bed so don't be surprised when he calls you mama; he's your pink naughty bitch so go on and would love it if you punish him for being such a nasty kitten.

He literally wants you to treat him like your bitch so the brattier you get, the more he'll love it. One of his favorites would be when yo give him one of those wild rides as you savagely pull the chain connecting to the tight collar you've put around his neck, lowkey choking him everytime you pull it up.

He loves watching you play with his cock, even thinking about that seductive sight between his legs as you take his length in makes him want to cum.

As he leaves most of the play-thing and decisions to his darling you won't get to see him doing much more than breathlessly smirking through his moans and dirty talking, telling you to either discipline him like a slut or keep him tied up forever and use him as your personal sex toy.

In case that you want to use him even more, know that he's an absolutely cute one to be pegged, his ass is more than ready for you to make him cry.

Feel free to sit oon his face cause he'd gladly command your order. While being a bottom hoe, he still knows how to put that mouth of his into use to satisfy his owner. his long togue would sharpy dance through your clit making you all wet in your magical juice like heck, he's really got something speak in that filthy tongue that'll make you want to force him to eat you out over and over.

He'd be recklessly laughing through his moans as if he's mistaken having sex with a free visit to the circus. He sometimes rambles nonsense as well; asking you unrelated questions using fancy nicknames he has given you. He mainly means to get on your nerves through it so you'd go even wilder.

See he loves having you punish him, bad kitties need a lesson.

#twisted wonderland #Twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #Floyd Leech #rook Hunt #Lilia Vanrouge #Chenya #floyd leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #Chenya x reader

[candychronicles]

catnip // h. shinsou

A/N: My take on the nsfw 7 minutes in heaven inspired server collab. Strap in folks, it’s a long one!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,043

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, really just generally safe, kinky sex

SYNOPSIS: It seemed crazy, but against your better judgement, you signed up for a ‘steamy night with a local hottie.’ You weren’t expecting too much out of the whole situation but boy, were you wrong.

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your heartbeat pounded through your ears as you fully removed the lid. on top was a notecard with the address to what you assumed would be the meeting place with a date and time. just three days away and you’d be having the time of your life, or so the website said. 

a sick feeling crawled up your throat and you almost threw the box away in the trash can. what were you doing? were you really about to meet up with some stranger, at a random location, to eventually go back somewhere and fuck? what if he was a murderer? what if he had bad intentions? sure, there was a background check involved, and the initial meeting place was a neutral location where you could feel each other out, but still, were you that desperate for a good dicking down?

the answer was a very resounding yes, and with a firm shake of your head, you pushed the worried thoughts out of your mind and removed the note with the sheet of paper. underneath was a… cat toy? and was that catnip? you were extremely, extremely confused, the object not doing anything to quell your nerves but only heighten them. but still, you were intrigued, and you’d be damned if you let nerves get in the way of a potentially good night.

the next couple of days felt like a blur. you had gotten your eyebrows done, whole body painfully waxed, moisturized like there was no tomorrow, and overall felt like a soft goddess. you had spent hours attempting to pick out the perfect outfit and more importantly, the perfect lingerie. you had little to go on: he was in similar age, had generally the same sexual interests and kinks and was supposedly not a total creep. 

you had eventually settled on sexy yet simple: a lacy red one piece that clung to your body. overtop of your ensemble, you chose a simple black t-shirt dress with a cardigan. cute, appropriate for a normal bar, but easy to take off or push aside if it came down to it. very minimal makeup was applied: you didn’t want to sweat it all off and look like a gremlin. with a pair of kitten heels and a satin choker, you were out the door, palms sweaty.

the actual drive over went by in a blur, your mind too jumbled to even realize you had arrived. the instructions were to sit at the stool all the way to the left of the bar and order a whiskey, neat. typically, you weren’t a drinker, but tonight, you needed at least a pinch of liquid courage to follow through. a few tense minutes had passed, you swirling the thin plastic straw in the golden drink. a large, firm hand had gently placed itself on your right shoulder and you jumped, dropping the straw back in the drink.

“i’m sorry for startling you. are you (l/n) (y/n)?”

the first thing you noticed was his voice. it was deep, smooth, slow, much like the drink you were consuming. you were almost scared to look up, afraid his voice wouldn’t match his face, but you took one deep breath and looked up. 

holy fuck he is hot. like really, really, really hot.

“it’s fine! uh, yes i am though. you’re Shinsou Hitoshi, then?” you squeaked out, your voice and raging blush betraying your enamored feelings.

a gentle chuckle left his lips and he removed his hand from your shoulder, choosing instead to sit down next to you and order the same drink.

“i am. to be honest, i was a bit skeptical about joining the site, but with a schedule like mine, it seemed like a good way to meet someone and uh, enjoy my free time.”

“oh my gosh, me too! i mean, i know the site does a lot to keep everything safe, but you’re still running a risk. and what if you get matched up with someone that you don’t find attractive? oh no, you don’t find me too ugly, do you?”

suddenly, you were very self conscious about the way you looked, tugging on the sleeves of your cardigan.

“no, you’re not ugly at all. in fact, kitten, you’re quite cute,” he assured, giving you a heart stopping smirk. “what about me?”

in that moment, you had realized a few things. first, you had understood why he sent a cat toy. second, you wanted him to call you kitten for the rest of your life. and third, you were dripping through your lingerie already. he was attractive, painfully so. sharp jawline with an even sharper gaze. it felt like he could stare through straight to your soul and honestly, you would bare all for him at that moment. 

“cat got your tongue?” he teased, leaning forward and placing a warm palm on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your skin with his rough thumb. you could only imagine how that thumb would feel pressed against your clit and you let out an almost inaudible whine. 

“you’re really, really attractive,” you finally breathed out, enamored by the way he was looking at you. you felt like he was the cat and you were just his toy but at that moment, you didn’t care. 

“are you done with your drink? we can head back to my place. only if you want though,” he offered, knowing you weren’t going to refuse but being a gentleman anyways.

“yes, i’m done and i’d love to go back to your place.”

the car ride to his house was full of tension yet surprisingly comfortable. you had both chatted, talking about your mutual love of animals, how he was a pro hero and that’s why he turned to the website, how you were busy with your job but wanted to do something exciting for once, and other little topics that made you feel more at ease. his palm rested on your thigh again, so close to where you needed him but yet so far away. 

you finally made it to the rather impressive house. you shouldn’t have been surprised; after all, he was a pro hero, but your mouth still gaped open in surprise.

while you were gaping, Shinsou had gotten out of the car and opened your door, smiling down at you and patiently waiting for you to exit. you hastily stumbled out of the car, tripping into his arms.

“careful. wouldn’t want my kitty getting hurt before the real fun began.”

he was looking at you like you were something fragile and he wanted to absolutely devour in the most delicious way possible. you had never been bolder in your life, but something about the way he was looking at you, the way he smelled, the warmth of his body, made you forget every worry or care you had and you reached forward, ghosting your lips over his.

“trust me, i can handle it.”

a low growl eminanted from his throat, and he practically dragged you into his house, grip firm on your arm.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you.” 

the second the door closed, his lips was on yours, hot and inviting. his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease, finding no resistance from you. you were too caught up in his scent, that irresistible sandalwood and lavender smell that drove you mad, too caught up in the way his hands roamed all over your body, cupping your breasts, your ass, your throat, feeling the way you reacted just with a simple touch.

“while i’d gladly fuck you against this door right here and now, i would much rather take this to my room.”

“agreed,” you panted, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to make the next move. 

he had put a hand dangerously low on your waist, gently guiding you up the stairs and towards his room. you had no time to analyze your surroundings before his mouth was on you again, nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck, no doubt leaving bruises. 

you kicked off your heels, removed your cardigan, and placed your hands firmly on his chest, attempting to gain a sense of your surroundings, too wobbly on your feet from all the pleasure he was creating just with his kisses.

you felt his hands softly snake up your dress, a low hitch in his breath as he rubbed his hands over the lace. he flicked on the light with his shoulder, not letting his hands leave your body. you were able to finally look up at him, look at his messy hair from where your hands were, from his swollen lips, from the absolutely feral look in his eyes, and you knew nothing would ever compare to the experience you were about to have. 

your dress came over your head and before you could register what was happening, he kissed you again with ferocity, his shirt now discarded in the pile of clothes on the floor. you placed your hands gently back onto his chest and moaned into his mouth, feeling the smooth muscle flex underneath your featherlight touch. 

he pulled away briefly, looking you up and down, rubbing his thumb softly over the satin black choker around your neck. he stepped forward, forcing you to take a step back, and then again, and again, until your knees hit his bed and you fell onto your back. he came to rest overtop of you, dwarfing his body with your own, one knee pressed into your clothed cunt.

“you’re so fucking wet already. i can feel it through my pants.”

“maybe you should take your pants off,” you countered cheekily, reaching down towards his clothes. 

“patience, kitten. we’ll get there soon enough. let me take care of you first.”

his hot lips peppered sloppy kisses all over your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders, chest, before he slowly slid one strap of your one piece down, then the other, exposing your breasts to him. the rough pads of his fingers played with one nipple, twisting and squeezing, eliciting breathy moans from you. his mouth came down to lick and suck on the other, flicking the nub with his wet, muscled tongue. your back arched off the bed, desperate for some sort of relief from the torture he was enacting upon your body. 

“patience, kitten. i’m going to have to punish you even more if you don’t wait for me.”

your back laid down flat on the bed again, a whine leaving your open mouth, but you relented. you were absolute putty in his hands and he knew it. Shinsou continued his ministrations down your body, over your navel, around your hip bones, all the while pulling the lacy garment off of you. 

finally, you were completely exposed for him save the satin choker, which he insisted you kept on. you were as still as a board, afraid that if you moved, you wouldn’t get what you desired.

“look at you. so fucking desperate for me to touch you. fucking slut. tell me what you want.”

“you, i want you,” you replied without question, wiggling your hips slightly, absolutely anguished.

“who do you want?” he asked again, blowing a cool stream of air on your pussy, watching as you whined and clenched around nothing.

“you, Shinsou, you, please fucking touch me!”

“you can call me Hitoshi next time,” he relented, dipping one finger experimentally in between your folds, coating it in juices. his finger rubbed soft patterns over your clit before finding purchase in your sopping cunt, curling slowly.

“please, Hitoshi, i need more, please,” you begged, frustration laced in your voice.

he complied, satisfied with how absolutely distressed you sounded, inserting two fingers, stretching you out just enough to satisfy you. the pad of his tongue came down on your clit, starting off with kitten licks, moving onto sucking and gentle biting. his whole face was buried in your pussy, squelching sounds emanating, you absolutely soaked from the combination of his fingers and tongue. 

you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower stomach and you chased your high with resolve, so aching for release, hips grinding against his face and fingers white from gripping the sheets so harshly. Shinsou pulled away at your peak, your essence coating his face and finger, dripping down his chin.

he had climbed back on top of you, catching you in a searing kiss, the taste of you on him electrifying, before standing up and reaching into the drawer to pull out a condom.

“i’m on birth control,” you stated, grabbing his hand and pulling the condom out of it. while he was caught off guard, wide eyed and glistening from your juices, you dropped to his knees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them, along with his boxes, down around his ankles.

he was long, on the thinner side, with a slight curve to the left, and you were absolutely enamored, mouth watering in anticipation. you started off by giving him a taste of his own medicine, running your thumb in circles around his head, spreading the precum over the tip, using your hands to slowly pump him, but you were honestly delirious off of pleasure and couldn’t wait, slowly easing your mouth over his cock.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, letting one hand grab a fistful of your hair, gently tugging.

you took your time, leisurely moving your mouth down his cock until it hit the back of your throat with a gag. Shinsou gently bucked his hips, your saliva dribbling onto your chin, mirroring his own face. 

without warning, Shinsou pulled you off his cock with a satisfying pop, pushing you back onto the bed, looming dangerously over top of you. you felt as if his entire presence was going to crush you whole, reduce you into a pile of mush, and you were completely, totally, one hundred percent okay with that.

“are you ready kitten?” he purred into your ear, softly fisting his cock and lining the tip with your entrance. 

you could only nod and squeak out a quiet yes, head too fuzzy from everything that was going on. he slowly pushed his way into you, bottoming out deliciously on your cervix, stretching you out in ways you never thought possible. 

he started his pace off slow and brutal, teasing you in the best way possible. you had attempted to move faster but his arms caged you down, making you suffer through his deliciously torturous stride. it seemed, however, that he too was frustrated and needed more, and so a faster and mind numbing pace was set. your legs were spread on either side of his head, pushed all the way back to your own head.

you were so pent up that the orgasm you had been chasing returned quickly with revenge. you began moaning and whining, clawing at his toned back, pulling on his soft purple locks, anything to ground yourself from the imminent feeling of pleasure. 

Shinsou was quiet for the most part, small pants and grunts leaving his mouth here and there, so you were a bit startled to hear his voice.

“do you trust me?” he asked huskily, slowing his pace back down, lowering your legs.

“i do,” you answered honestly. though you didn’t know him too well, he showed you nothing but respect both in and out of the bedroom and you were eager to see where he was going with this.

just as you were about to ask, though, your mind went blank. you could feel Shinsou’s presence surround you completely and wholly. you could think of nothing except him, feel nothing except him. you were aware of the heat in your core, you could feel the sheer pleasure of his now fast pace, you could feel his hand grasping your neck enough to just slightly restrict your airflow, but that’s all you could pay attention to, was him. you weren’t really sure what was going on, but you didn’t mind. you were delirious for relief.

“come for me kitten,” he commanded.

in an instant, your whole body spasmed. white, searing pleasure shot through your core, down to the tips of your toes and to the top of your head. it felt like the orgasm lasted for hours. you weren’t sure what had happened, but when you came out of your pleasurable yet painful stupor, Shinsou was gently cleaning you up with a warm cloth.

“how are you feeling? are you okay?” he asked, concern apparent in his voice.

“i-i think so. can i have some water?” you asked, voice hoarse from probably screaming.

he helped you sit up, propping your body with his own, letting you take small sips from a glass.

“i don’t know what happened, but that was the best sex i have ever had. i don’t know how anyone else will ever compare,” you admitted with a sigh, finally feeling strong enough to stand up and stretch.

“did you have a good time?” you asked a bit self consciously, choosing to not look at him and instead walking towards the pile of clothes by the door.

“i had a really good time. a really fucking good time.”

his hand came out to grasp your wrist gently, pulling you towards him, grabbing your chin and making you look up at his face.

“i’d like to do this again sometime. genuinely. that is, if you want to.” 

“are you serious? i mean, i’m not anything that special, i didn’t do too much and i…” you were cut off with a chaste kiss to your lips.

“i know we just met, but i really enjoyed our conversation just as much as what just went down. i’d really like to get to know you more,” he admitted, dropping his hands to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck. 

“i’d really like to get to know you more, too, Hitoshi. really,” you assured, this time grabbing his face with your hands.

“but first, i want to sleep. mind if i crash here for the night? a couch will do just fine,” you asked hopefully.

“after what i did to you, you are definitely sleeping in the bed with me.”

“oh thank god. i’m really, really sore.”

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero x reader

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Past Aizawa/Mandalay

Word Count: 1,9218 Words

Summary: The Sports Festival, part 1.

Warnings: Food Mention, Death Mention, Caps, Cursing, Teen Pregnancy, Fighting Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison   Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 8

7:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

gay salt: Tokoyami, I know it's the sports festival and all today, but you didn't need to bring everyone sandos and sports drinks again.

foil-mecha: Thing is, I didn't.

farmer toshi: No, no, because my whole class has sandos and sports drinks on their desks too. And I heard the other Gen Ed classes causing a ruckus over them too. Seems like someone put sando throughout the whole school.

feral cat dad: That would be me. I'm not letting any of you kids go without eating during a major sports event where you'll likely get injured and your bodies need fuel to fight and I won't let you not eat.

feral cat dad: My old Gen Ed teacher, Miss Rin, began this tradition of giving out sandos and water at the gate to students on the day of the Sports Festival. Nezu sanctioned of course, since he refused to allow her to pay for it herself. And now it's carried on through me since she passed on a few years ago.

ranch flavored jello: That's actually really sweet, Dad.

feral cat dad: If you tell anyone it was me who put them out, I'll make you clean the roof level.

ranch flavored jello: We have a roof level?

feral cat dad: You guys didn't know the dorms have roof access?

ranch flavored jello: Well, now we do. Where even are the stairs to it?

feral cat dad: Literally next to my room, I don't know how you haven't found them.

deku deck-you: It's the door next to his room, Toru. Even I found it. You've been here five more days than me.

ranch flavored jello: I THOUGHT THAT WAS A BROOM CLOSET!

feral cat dad: Oh my gods, these kids will be the end of me.

8:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: God help me being alone with this idiot.

feral cat dad: I'm using this chat for extra commentary because there are things I can't say on live national television commentary so they'll all be said here.

feral cat dad: Oh god, Katsuki, no. Don't slander our name.

feral cat dad: Please.

feral cat dad: GOD DAMMIT

feral cat dad: Obstacle Course? Fuck.

feral cat dad: Most proud of my son managing to evade Todoroki's ice despite never dealing with it before.

feral cat dad: Also, Todoroki, who hurt you as a child? That was purposeful so nobody could catch up!

feral cat dad: Get it, Pikachu.

feral cat dad: I'm proud of my gremlin children.

feral cat dad: I'm not paid enough to make commentary on this obstacle.

feral cat dad: Except for my son. I care about my ground-bound son getting across the pit to Tartarus shit.

feral cat dad: Gods, mines. I remember those landmines. I hate those things. They almost made me temporarily blind during my second year Sports Festival.

feral cat dad: What the FUCK Midoriya!?

8:45 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Alright you're probably in the break room for the twenty five minute break by now. Katsuki, what's wrong with your arms? You were holding them.

deku deck-you: Just a lot of work. Overworking. I guess it can't be helped, this is why I have so much wrist support in my hero costume, to help keep my hands from feeling cramped from the explosions.

feral cat dad: Come up to the box, I'll shut old parakeet up if he tries to speak.

deku deck-you: Why?

feral cat dad: I have some ibuprofen, come take two, it should help the pain at least.

deku deck-you: Thank you.

9:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Am I allowed to ask why Vlad King is taking care of a small child when he, in fact, doesn't have children?

feral cat dad: Just realized I won't get an answer because you all made it to the next round. I'm so proud but dammit, now I'm curious.

9:20 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I...What?

feral cad dad; I hate the cavalry battle, that was difficult to keep track of. I don't know how Hizashi does it.

schrodinger better run: Obviously, the answer is very carefully.

feral cat dad: I'm sorry you didn't make it through, Pony. I have candy if you want some.

schrodinger better run: Thank you! I'll stop by and grab it on my way to lunch.

feral cat dad: If you're going to meet back up with your class, text me why there's a child.

schrodinger better run: There's a child?

feral cat dad: smallchildinvladkingsarms.jpg

schrodinger better run: He looks a lot like Tokage.

9:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: Mr. Aizawa, this is Mina, Toru's busy crying so she asked me to ask you. Mineta and Kaminari are telling us 1a girls that you instructed we wear the cheerleader uniforms for the afternoon. What should we tell them?

feral cat dad: Tell them they have three weeks of detention each to look forward to and don't wear those fucking uniforms.

schrodinger better run: Okay, so apparently the kid's here because Tokage brought him in? I still don't have a full explanation, but his name is Mitsu and he's 2 years old.

feral cat dad: Okay. So Tokage brought her little brother or something?

nat20: I'm not so sure about that. He just called her Mama.

feral cat dad: So Tokage has a son?

nat20: It seems like it.

feral cat dad: Oh, Nezu won't be happy about this. He wanted any young parents to report to him after the opening ceremony and alert him if they had any children so they would stay in the dorms.

nat20: To be fair, it would seem Tokage would be the only one out of all the first year classes, so it might have been too much pressure to fit in. Or she may even just has help enough at home that she didn't feel she needed to tell anyone.

feral cat dad: He'll still be mad. Believe me, he'll at least force her to accept a UA fund card so she doesn't need to work to support the baby.

saviour: We got to talking and, apparently, she gives him to a daycare while she's at school and she picks him up when she leaves school.

feral cat dad: Yup, she'll probably be moved on campus if she's not having her family take care of the baby during the day. Nezu's very adamant that his students have help if they're struggling.

10:45 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Alright, so Shinsou against Rikamaru Kana from the Support Course. I don't know if this will be easy for him.

nat20: I am offended Kendo thinks so little of me.

feral cat dad: Why?

nat20: She said I'm perverse! And, when I asked her about it after, she said it's because I wear the girls' uniform sometimes. She thinks I'm some pervert trying to invade the girl's bathroom to creep on them.

nat20: I swear I haven't, Mr. Aizawa, I've never even gone into the girls restrooms, I use the men's or the one in Recovery Girl's office. And I change in the men's locker room. Tetsutetsu will tell you, he's guarded me before when I was uncomfortable changing.

feral cat dad: Don't worry, kid, I believe you. Come up to the box, you need a hug. I'll talk to Kendo if you want.

nat20: Please.

10:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Oh my god, he actually did it. I'm so proud, Shinsou.

schrodinger better run: Shinsou fucking yeeted her.

life is a nightmare: Equal opportunity yeeting.

feral cat dad: Next up is Hatsume vs Tokoyami.

nat20: I hope Tokoyami does well next.

11:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Tokoyami, I'm proud of you for being a good sport and helping her up after.

foil-mecha: I'm nothing if not a gentleman. Plus, when she fell down, she sprained her ankle. It's the least I can do to help her to Recovery Girl.

farmer toshi: I'm betting a grocery shop tonight that Ashido's going to win against Midoriya next.

feral cat dad: Be careful kid, you might eat those words.

11:10 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Fine, I guess I'm getting dinner. And I'm also very happy Toru won against Iida.

feral cat dad: That's if you don't get injured. Remember, there's now two people you know against you.

ranch flavored jello: I still can't believe I won against Iida, honestly.

feral cat dad: Well, Shiozaki is against Shizuka Inei next. A Gen Ed Course student.

nat20: Do you know him, Hitoshi?

farmer toshi: Kind of hard to miss someone when they're that fucking loud all the time.

foil-mecha: Is that son of a bitch harassing Ibara?

nat20: I have lost faith in humanity. How dare a peasant's filthy hands touch our Ibara.

farmer toshi: Yeah, I'd defend my classmate in it being an accident if I didn't know that Shizuka is a blatant misogynists.

feral cat dad: I'll fight him. Disgusting little trash.

life is a nightmare: And HE gets to advance while our Ibara loses? Unacceptable.

feral cat dad: The Min*ta of class 1c.

11:25 AM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: Thank goodness Kiyomi's advancing. I do feel bad she'll be fighting a misogynist though.

pure: I felt kind of bad about it, I didn't really want to fight our Akari!

nat20: I'm sure Akari understands and also didn't want to fight you either, but you two can't just refuse to fight because you're friends or you'd both be either disqualified or forced to fight by now.

gay salt: No ill will is held on my end, Kiyomi! I think our fight was rather fun!

pure: Okay, as long as you promise you're not mad.

gay salt: I'm not, I'm proud of you, mon amor.

nat20: Any bets on Kaminari here?

farmer toshi: I'll bet on Pikachu winning.

schrodinger better run: I'll bet a grocery trip that Fujioka wins.

life is a nightmare: That would be the furthest a Business Course student would have gotten in the Sports Festival.

schrodinger better run: I'll still bet on him.

feral cat dad: Well, you were wrong, Pony.

schrodinger better run: All as well. I didn't expect Fujioka to have an equip quirk, to be fair.

feral cat dad: Next is Tokage vs Fukumura from General Studies.

saviour: Let's go Tokage!

11:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: Is Tokage okay? I heard she passed out.

feral cat dad: She's overworked and malnourished from what Recovery Girl will tell me when I ask and Nezu is speaking with Tokage and asking her what got her to this.

feral cat dad: I

feral cat dad: I don't think I'm at liberty to discuss her tragic backstory with you guys, sadly. But she'll tell you when she moves into the dorms tonight.

11:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Todoroki, aka Mr. Overboard. Poor Sero.

farmer toshi: Oh god, I might need to fight Mr. Daddy Issues.

farmer toshi: Gods help me.

foil-mecha: To be fair, he'd have to get through three brackets to get to you and he'd be fighting you in the three-way fight.

ranch flavored jello: He'd have to get past Katsuki too.

deku deck-you: He won't.

feral cat dad: Alright then, Mr. Overconfident.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aoyama yuuga #fumikage tokoyami #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #hagakure tooru #katsuki bakugou #pony tsunotori #monoma neito #ibara shiozaki #kuroiro shihai #juzo honenuki #snoweywrites #aizawa we agreed no more cats au

[crispyjenkins]

Pops anon here. Boba is just constantly caught between look at this angel his eyes shine like the Tattoine suns and oh god it’s feral. Like they go on a date and Boba is being the perfect gentleman to sweetheart Luke and some one tries to mug Bobes. Cue the biggest stare down in history while Luke just grabs a pipe and smacks the guy.

no like this is my FAVOURITE interpretation of Luke, because it’s also how i like. characterise Tatooine. And this tiny farmboy is basically from space Australia with NO IDEA the kind of feral he is until the rebellion (”wOmP rAtS aReN’T mUcH bIgGeR tHaN tWo mEteRs” and also that he just. casually rides around beggar’s canyon, which we see in phantom menace to have killed professional podracers on the regular).

And so like Boba isn’t stupid, good lord he wouldn’t have made it this long if he was (that time he tried to kill mace windu notwithstanding) so he knows there’s always more to the endearing innocence schtick than most think, but that’s the thing about Luke: he’s not faking the innocence schtick. he really is sunshine incarnate, with casual competence and unflappable kindness, but he’s also a fuckin backwater gremlin. He would hit a mugger with a pipe while Boba is busy trying to decide what level of scene he’s willing to make in the middle of Mos Eisley, and Luke wouldn’t pussyfoot around: he would hit to hurt, ‘cause that’s what you have to do on a planet like his, especially as far out on the Lars homestead as he’s lived, where attacks by Tuskan Raiders were at least semi-frequent, on top of wild animal attacks and everything.

and Boba would love it. Like yeah, he’s so down for a bit of softness after the life he’s had, and Luke is so fecking generous with his affection, but competence kink is hereditary. And Luke is just as generous with his protection as he is his love. 

#cj answers #pops anon #bolu #i #i really really fucking need to be packing #and Yet #There is This #boba fett/luke skywalker

[horrorslashergirl]

Polyamorous Slasher 18+

You know the saying “Why settle for one when you can have two?”

First off, what is Polyamory? The practice of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, with the consent of all partners involved.

I think we all slasher fans thought of the possibility of been between two dangerous man with a desire to kill. Of course we do! These are some of my favorites Poly!Slashers.

Chromeskull and The Collector

Ahh yes, my favorite Poly if I do say so myself. It’s funny how this two got no conection what so ever, but in our fandom they ended up together. Sadistic, brutal, with a sense of humor, maybe? These two work like clockwork, not to mention that undeniable attraction between this two hunks of men.

Talk about very dirty dreams with this two because if I have to compare their style of killing with their attitude in the bedroom...Ohoho booooy...Talk about a twisted, bloody Christian Grey way, but with more knifes.

Me, personaly I have a weakness for pegging and the thought of getting this two bend over and taking them from behind is basicaly food for brain. Bonus points if you are just the watcher, seeing this two fuck eachothers brain out.

Best thing about this two Poly is that these two killers can disguise themselfs in plain sight. Unlike other slashers these two lead on normal lifes; they go to job, pay their bills, own a car. You name it.

Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees

Two giants, one playing hard to get, the other such a baby. I know, weird combination, but you know what they say. Opposite attracts. What is the best about this Poly is that Jason will give up first, for your sake, not Michaels.

Michael is a stubborn asshole who isn’t one to care much. Don’t expect the cuddly stuff from him. If you want rough manhandling or you are up for some steamy, against the wall sex, well that’s Michaels style. Jason is so much of a baby, or gentleman considering how big he is. Jason will do the aftercare and giving you sweet ol’ loving.

They are smart. Michael knows how to drive, Jason will do the hard-working chores along the house. You are pretty much settled with these two. The hard part is when you have to stop their fighting.

Usually happens when Michael bullies you and Jasons protective father like figure comes out.

Brahms Heelshire and Billy Lenz

I hope you got lots of patience and a mother like attitude, because this two gremlins are tiering and will give you a headache, not to mention how bratty they are.

Brahms was thought to act like a gentleman, despite his brutal killer attitude, while Billy is basically feral and will cuss the living daylights out of you. You will do everything in the house; cook, clean etc. They will help, if you can get in charge and that happens if you can make them feel like children. Be that strict mother who spanks the death out of their asses.

In the bedroom, it can be quit messy and a lot of tangled sheets. They don’t care where they finish or how hard they get with you. They are feral brats who chase their own pleasure.

They might show their gratitude on the aftercare, if they don’t end up on the floor fighting.

The Sinclair Twins (Bo and Vincent)

Talk about opposite poles, but yes nothing is better than this two brothers taking care of you, Bo’s pretty rough and aggressive and Vincent so gentle and caring. Rough fucking with Bo then sweet, sensual sex with Vincent? Hell yes!

It’s a pretty tiering rollercoster with this two, because lets face it, they need a lovable little thing and you might be just up their league.

You are their muse, baby, especially to Vincent. The hardest part is to put up with Bo’s bipolar personality, but hey, no work no gain.

One for two Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Another two slashers who are hiding in plain sight. The original Ghostfaces are the best. The one way too serious for his own good, the other a goofy joker. It is always fun with this too, and I am not talking about sweaty hardcore killer roleplay.

Horror movies, netflix and getting drunk. Perfect way to spend the weekend and always exciting.

This two can be pretty jealous of eachother, and sharing goes fine until one gets too touchy, but that’s why you need to reconcile both sides.

So, what other Poly!Slashers do you have in mind?

#Michael Myers #jason voorhees #Halloween #Friday the 13th #the collector #the collection #Chromeskull #Laid to rest #Brahms heelshire #Billy Lenz #Sinclair Twins #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #House of wax #Ghostface #scream #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher

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Day 3: Crows

Is it any surprise that once a sadistic gremlin, always a sadistic gremlin?

No? Then you, dear reader, should be well aware of what you’re getting into.

Blessings be to the marvellous Rae, for giggling with yours truly and sparking the muse to get this bad boy served.

Do enjoy, my dears! 

“Are you trying to escape me?” The voice is calling to you, beckoning you closer, despite you trying your damn best to wrestle free of the hold it has on you. You struggle, you kick, you scream bloody murder, you plead for release, you beg for this presence to let you go; all your fruitless efforts earn you is a laugh, a mocking laugh but a laugh all the same, and the feeling of ghost-like hands wrapping around you. “You know I’d never allow that to happen. We’re bound, you and I.” You think you holler “no!” but, honestly, you can no longer distinguish the difference between the waking world and the land of slumber. You think you’re dreaming, but are you really? You can’t tell. Even with the feeling of the earth beneath you, the mud that is wet and heavy, staining the front of your nightclothes, and besmirching the gentle colour with a hue of brown that’s almost black, you aren’t sure. Even when your fingers, your nails claw at the damp grass, prying loose rock and bits of dirt cake to your hands, you aren’t sure. Even when sweat breaks out across your forehead and your skin crawls with the chilling sensation of gooseflesh, you aren’t sure. Even when you scream to be released and the hands, as if they find your misery to be comedy gold, simply hold onto your shaking form a bit tighter, you aren’t sure. It’s with a sting of bitterness, you note, that while they’re treating you like you’re a glass figurine, the hands—nor their owner—clearly have no intentions to let you go. “Don’t you want to spend an eternity with me?” That gets you to stop struggling, albeit momentarily. You freeze, remaining where you are; you’re as still as a statue. It’s as though roots have burst from the earth and wrapped around your wrists, your ankles, holding you prisoner. You feel no warmth radiating off of this being, a fact that doesn’t surprise you at all. Assuming he was even human once upon a time, whatever humanity he formerly possessed has surely rotted away to nothing but dust to be blown about in the wind, long before you and he crossed paths. “I wish to spend forever with you. Doesn’t that sound nice, mon amour?” You don’t—can’t—answer him. You keep your mouth shut. Your recollection of your French classes from high school is vague, but you’re positive that this presence just called you “my love”. Why is it—no, he—calling you its love? There is no sound rhyme nor reason for it to address you with faux affection; you don’t know what it is! Aside from your unwavering attention, you don’t even know what this spirit wants from you! You quietly convince yourself that if you figure out its motives, what it’s after, perhaps you’ll be granted some shred of clemency. It’s a fool’s errand to wish for something like that, you know that to be a cold and brutal fact. One you must accept, like it or not. You know there is no bigger fool at present than you. But when you’re staring into the abyss, can you help yourself for wishing for the best, even though it may be a sweet lie you tell yourself? Eventually, you stop struggling; what point is there in delaying the inevitable, after all? You’re tired, too exhausted to put up with this spirit’s head games. So you lay where you are, breathing icy air into your lungs, awaiting the end. “Aren’t you going to kill me? Get it over with already; enough of these stupid mind games!” Your heated words must surely take it—him—aback, you know they have. You aren’t sure how you know, but with how chatty it’s been, you find it hard to believe that it—he—has fallen silent, but he has. Finally, finally, he breathes a drawling hum in your ear; you shiver out of disgust, of fear. Perhaps it’s both. You don’t know; you don’t want to know. “Kill you? Why would I do that to a beautiful treasure like you?” Damn him, he sounds almost amused. Almost. But there is something else, something other than dark pleasure in his words: curiosity. Is he curious of your logic? Or is he merely playing with you once again? You wouldn’t be surprised if that is the case, as he seems to love toying with you like you’re his doll. As if to prove you right for once, and make fun of you while doing so, he chuckles. And as though he means to rub salt in a wound, your wounded ego that is, he slowly drags a finger along the curve of your jaw. “I cherish you far too much to treat you in such a brutish way. A gentleman is supposed to show proper manners to a lady, is he not?” “As if you’re a gentleman! If you were a gentleman, you’d let me go!” Is what you want to say; it’s what you should say. Fear, however, may as well have formed a fist and punched you in the gut, robbing the ability to speak from you. For now, at the very least. The poison that’s being injected into your veins, terror, is what stops you from speaking aloud; the venom running its languid course through you, fear, is what keeps your lips sealed shut. You don’t know what this spirit is capable of doing to you, even in a dream. And far be it from you to be unfortunate enough to find out what, exactly, he is able to do while you’re dreaming. At least you think you’re dreaming; rather, you hope that this is all just a horrid dream. You’ll wake up soon, you know this. You’re praying that you’ll slip from the land of slumber and wake up in reality, returning to some semblance of normalcy. You have to wake up soon, you have to! You don’t know how much longer you can take being here, in this nightmare any longer! And just like that dread begins to take over, washing over your cold logic like acid, setting your nerves on fire. What if… What if you don’t—can’t—wake up from this terrible dream? It is possible, of course, you know that. It isn’t outside the realm of likelihood that you’re stuck, trapped here forever with this… This spirit or whatever he is. The thought alone is enough to get you to start your struggling anew. It starts as barely a wiggle, shifting your legs. You feel the bits of rock digging into the skin of your thighs, digging into your knees as you kick your feet. Then your arms begin moving, attempting to wriggle them free from the masculine embrace keeping them where they are. “Let me go!” It’s a useless demand; a pointless order. You know he won’t listen to you, but even so, your words slide off of your tongue that feels as dry as desert air. Your suspicions are confirmed when instead of doing as you ask, he simply breathes a laugh. You feel it, the laugh, as a whisper of a breeze tickles the shell of your ear. “We’ve been over this already, haven’t we? I have no intentions of letting you go; not now, not ever.” Bastard. The audacity of this entity! You are not anyone’s property, certainly not his. “You’re mine, after all.” Hearing those words, in a clear and stark contradiction to your own, only makes you struggle harder. You’re acting like a feral animal, desperately seeking freedom from the cage keeping you locked away. However, for all the good your thrashing does, or for a proper lack of blessings, it only seems to amuse him. “Now, now… Where do you think you’re going?” You say nothing. Your jaw stays clamped shut, one set of teeth grinding down on the lower half; you won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. You still struggle, of course you do. Anything to get as far away from this… This thing will be a blessing, as laughable as that sounds to you in the here and now. But, evidently, small miracles do seem to exist. That, or he’s curious to see what you will do. This son of a bitch is intrusive enough to let you escape, temporarily, all for his own entertainment! Regardless, you feel a wrist slipping free; half of your body is quick to follow suit. A shaky hope burns in your heart, pumping true and strong in your breast. You take in air, greedily, as you jerk away from this awful mockery of a man— Only to feel a strong hand grip your wrist in a grip that, while it is gentle to an extent, it is also iron-clad, threatening to leave bruises in their wake. A gasp slips from you even as you twist and turn, frantically trying to free yourself from this spirit’s grasp. But of course you can’t have that, not even in a dream. A laugh slithers into the cavern of your ear, mocking your escape attempt with every fibre of his being. As if that isn’t bad enough, he pulls you into a slow, gentle embrace, though you still cannot feel any temperature radiating off of this being, hot or cold. He is just simply… here. What you can feel, however, is the way the damp earth cushions your back as you’re pinned in place, hands held in place on either side of your head. Again, a second chortle hits your frightened scowl as he leans in close, so close that a few inches are all that separates his lips from yours. “You truly are a poor, wistful little fool, aren’t you? How cute.” Slowly, oh so slowly, his hold on one of your wrists loosens, much to your surprise. You watch as he holds it daintily, carefully raising it to his mouth. A phantom kiss is applied to the top of the ring you’re wearing. The ring that you bought purely on a whim, laughing off the concerns of the elderly shopkepper about it being cursed. If only you had listened… If only you had heeded the warning… The golden band shimmers gently underneath the moon’s cold glare as it peeks out from behind a veil of dark cloud, but the little blood-red ruby is what’s earned the right to have the honour, the privilege of knowing the invisible press of his lips. In hindsight, so has your second knuckle. It is naught but a whisper of nonexistent air, a tender kiss of a breeze, but you feel it even though there’s no conceivable way that you should be able to. You watch, absolutely petrified, as a smile pulls at the spirit’s face, raising his eyes to leer at you. His eyes are as black as coal. “My name is Arsène… May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, chérie?”

You awake with a jolt. More specifically, you awake with a scream dying on your lips that’s followed by a squeak of pain as you quickly, gracelessly tumble out of bed. You hit the floor of your room, hitting your hand off of the end table as your descent to the bare tiles is polished off with a low, weary groan. It takes you a few moments to realize that you’re not dreaming. It takes you twice as long, almost a full minute, before it dawns on you that you’re sitting on the floor of your room, your small and shaded sanctuary, with a throbbing hand and a mind that matches the racing of your heart. Still, the fact that you’re safe doesn’t stop you from letting your eyes dart around your bedroom, wide-eyed and wild. You leer at everything: the dark outlines of furniture and random knick-knacks; the pale glare of the moon shining in through the window, giving a silver-y gleam to the wall on your right; the clock tick-toking on your dresser, showing the time as 3 in the morning in red numbers; the small vanity shoved against the left-hand side of your room, reflecting the ghostly image of the full moon lurking in the gloomy sky. Is he here? The thought alone is enough to get your heart to flutter anew, pounding in your breast like a songbird in flight. You swallow; the gulp is thick. You feel it, the gulp, sticking at the back of your throat as it slithers down your esophagus, down to your belly and once there, it flip-flops in silent anxiety. You twist and turn in the sheets that have cocooned your legs. Your cold palms, your clammy fingers reach for the covers, pulling at them until your legs and feet have been freed of the cotton restraints. No, you think, shaking your head as you do. There’s no way he can be here; that was just a dream, wasn’t it? A bittersweet comfort, but you’ll take what you can get right now. You take in air slowly, exhaling it as carefully as you can. You aren’t in the mood to acknowledge how shaky the breath is; you don’t care enough to take note of how much you’re trembling. To calm yourself, you begin to practice your deep breathing. Slowly, as though not to disturb some godforsaken force that’s taken up residence in your home, you step away from the mangled pile of covers and quilts. You raise a hand, wiping away the icy sweat that’s gathered on your brow as you do. A breath leaves you in a winded whoosh, and you feel as though you’ve just participated in the world’s longest marathon. I’m safe here… That’s what you think as you draw closer to your bedroom door, reaching for the round knob. You grip it in your palm, in your fingers, turning it as a wave of relief washes over you. The low, droning creak of the door’s hinges goes largely ignored by you as you step out into the hallway. It has never occurred to you just how sorely welcomed light is, until right this very moment. The ghostly illumination from the light on the stairs, just outside your bathroom door that’s been left open, pours into the small restroom as you take a sharp right, stepping inside and shutting the door. I’m safe here… You take a few moments to fumble for the light switch and a fresh, stronger wave of relaxation washes over you. You blink, allowing your eyes to adjust as the light above the mirror blinks a few times before it stays on, burning brightly like lights in a dark forest. I’m safe here… The sound of the running faucet grates on your hearing like nails dragging over a chalkboard, slowly, but you ignore it as you cup cold water in your hands. The hit of icy liquid as it splashes on your face is just what you needed to wake you up, make you more alert. Your fingers, dripping with brisk water, grips the cold faucet; it squeaks as it’s shut off, the water slowing to a steady drip. I’m safe here… You reach for the small towel hanging off of the rack on your right, drying your hands before you reach for another, smaller towel. The cotton fabric is soft as you press it to your face, gently wiping away the chilled droplets that trail down your face. You lower the towel, peering into the mirror out of habit than, say, out of curiosity about how dishevelled you must look. I’m safe here— And just like that, time crawls to a full-on stop. There, as though to taunt you for fooling yourself into thinking you’re safe, he is staring back at you. You blink slowly, stupidly, eyes meeting his black leer over the edge of the fluffy cotton towel you’re holding in two, trembling fists. How is he—? You watch as his lips curl to a devilish smile as slowly, oh so slowly, lines of a hue that’s as dark as ink leak from his eyes. Perched on his left shoulder is a crow and you watch, equal parts stunned and horrified, as the small, feathered creature opens its beak, releasing a caw that goes unheard. You watch as the spirit, the being—whatever he is—raises a hand, hovering a finger close to his lips, purses them, and his mouth curves to a silent o. The gesture is silent, a laughable contrast to the static buzzing in your brain and the ringing in your ears, but the meaning behind his actions are as clear as day. “Shh.” You blink, shutting your eyes so tight that it hurts. You wait, vomit threatening to rise up from your flip-flopping belly and heart almost daring to burst out of your chest, for what seems like forever before you finally summon the courage to open your eyes. Slowly, the mirror comes into focus, and you exhale sharply as you see nothing. There is no crow silently cawing, as if it’s mourning how unfortunate you are to have caught a spirit’s attention. There is no one with eyes that are solid black; there is no malevolent being leaking inky tears staring back at you. You shake your head, dismissing the thought as you pat your face with the towel before putting it back where it belongs: on the towel rack. You breathe a hiss, raising your wrist to eye-level. Your face pales in shock when you spot light bruising, exactly where the spirit had grabbed you in the dream. In fact, you can even spot faint markings where its nails dug into your skin, gently but painfully. But that had been just a dream, a nightmare. Right? Right? The ghostly pain on your wrist, the tiny marks that mar your skin, beg to differ.

#Persona 5 #Cursed!Arsène #Reader-insert #AU #Screamtober 2020 #Collaboration