#if not can i have your entire collection /HJ
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“This iteration of the Turtles and this iteration of the Turtles wouldn’t get along cuz of this!” “These two iterations wouldn’t get along because of that!”
FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS THAT SUPPORT EACH OTHER CUZ I SAY SO!!
(Please note I wrote this BEFORE watching Mutant Mayhem which is why they aren’t in it. I just forgot to post it lol 😅)
Rise!Leo: You all are so stern and serious. I feel like I should start being more stern and serious. Should I?
BatmanVs!Leo: Please don’t, it’ll be hell on your already waning mental health. /hj
Bayverse!Leo: I feel we need at least one funny Leo to break up the collective seriousness of the rest of us.
87 Leo: I thought me and my brothers counted as the “funny” version of all of us?
12 Leo: You guys are more of a “silly” version of us…sillier? Like the concept of turtles being ninjas is already silly as it is. Which there is nothing wrong with that, just that your cartoon logic is just very hard to keep up with sometimes.
87 Leo: That’s understandable.
Mirage Leo: I’m just jealous that you all get to be in color. Black and white gets so boring once you learn there’s color!
07 Leo: But your universe does have this cool graphic design to it that I’M very jealous of.
03 Leo: Of course, you fucking would be you dramatic edgelord. /j
07 Leo: I know the fucking EMO of the group did not just call me an edgelord! /j
Rise!Leo: Omg we love an E-girl!
12 Leo: *wheeze of laughter*
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87 Raph: I just don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to be tall, is all! It’s discrimination! /hj
12 Raph: Practically working against your own kind! /j
Rise!Raph: *snorts* I don’t think that’s a bodily function we can control you guys!
Bayverse!Raph: It was a conscious decision on my end.
Rise!Raph: *chokes with laughter*
87 Raph: You goddamn bastard! /j
Bayverse!Raph: Cope and seeth my dude.
07 Raph: Now look, 87 I know it’s very difficult, especially for you, but we gotta be the bigger person here.
87 Raph: I will kick your goddamn ass, kid!
03 Raph: Well, good for you in being the bigger person. I will continue to be small and petty my entire life!
*Collective snorting laughter from all Raphs*
87 Raph: No, no, wait! You are not allowed to be funnier than me!
03 Raph: Tough break, shorty, I have to have SOMETHING other than punching shit.
87 Raph: Take up knitting! I don’t care! Just keep away from my bit! That’s like my entire personality! /hj
03 Raph: See you joke about that but I am fucking GREAT at knitting!
Bayverse!Raph: Amen to that! I ain’t spend half my damn life in the Hashi and NOT be able to knit a fucking epic scarf!
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07 Donnie: Are you saying I worked a 9 to 5 job FOR NOTHING!
BatmanVs!Donnie: I honestly did not think that embezzling funds from rich corporate assholes plus the Shredder and his Foot Clan was an actual option we had!
12 Donnie: I am actually so mad that I did not think of that!
Rise!Donnie: Honestly, I didn’t think of it until like a few years back because our dad is still, somehow, getting royalties from his Lou Jitsu movie days. But I also have expensive taste in equipment and needed a little pocket change.
03 Donnie: I could have actually bought a Play Station when it came out instead of having to fix up the broken one Mikey found in the dump!
87 Donnie: I’m just now realizing how much stuff we had to make from scratch just because we couldn’t afford it.
Rise!Donnie: That’s true. But like also you guys still made a bunch of cool stuff with JUST junk you found! That’s amazing!
Bayverse!Donnie: Thanks but we could have made even cooler stuff if we had your type of funding. I mean, look at this shit! *excitingly pointing at Rise!Donnie’s battle shell*
Rise!Donnie: Please understand that YOU have made holo-screen, intercom, wrist watches, that connect to your motherboard home computer. All of which you MADE WITH JUNK! How is that not amazing?!
07 Donnie: Amazing for you probably. But if I were to do that shit myself I wouldn’t sleep for a week!
BatmanVs!Donnie: I second that! One sugar daddy please!
Rise!Donnie: *wheeze of laughter*
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03 Mikey: I still can't believe you met freaking BATMAN! Like holy shit dude!
12 Mikey: *sobbing* I’m so jealous! I’m forever jealous!
BatmanVs!Mikey: Yeah, it was pretty cool. But YOU (03 Mikey) met the entire Justice Force! And became a member! Your legacy was so awesome Silver Sentry’s grandson took up your name!
03 Mikey: Yeah but you road in the BATMOBILE and got to press all the buttons!
Bayverse!Mikey: *sulking on the floor* LIFE ISN’T FAIR AND I HATE IT HERE!
Rise!Mikey: *pouting* I never get to meet my heroes! And when I do they turn out to be insane!
12 Mikey: Bro same! Chris Brandford was just a giant jerk!
87 Mikey: Bugman was pretty cool, though maybe a little weird. Still, he was no Justice Force or Batman!
07 Mikey: *whining* I just want the life you have! Why does god ALWAYS have favorites?!
Ronin!Mikey: *dramatic sigh of jealousy* He truly does.
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2003#bayverse tmnt#batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 07#tmnt 87#the last ronin
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Jumpscare Im here
I shall try my luck at feeding hcs :
-Their go-to place for hanging out and chilling is def a forest
-Gem gives random rocks and crystals she finds to Pearl and Pearl has an entire box of it that she keeps safely
-Adding onto the above hc Pearl has a specific bead kept with her at all times that Gem once found (its a pearlescent red bead) and it also happens to be the first of the rock and crystal collection
-Pearl often picks flowers for Gem and Gem book presses them to preserve it
-Occasionally they will go out at night and moon watch (and dare I say it dance under the moon light-)
-One time around when they just got tgt Gem mentioned her favourite flower ONCE and the next day Pearl shows up with a stack of said favourite flower
-Pearl's favourite flower is either a poppy or a wither rose Im not sure but Gem's favourite flower is def a sunflower
-If they havent seen each other in a while one will go over to the other's base and leave their favourite flower + small note
-The above hc is why they both have a stash of each other's favourite flower in their bases
-One time they had a sleepover tgt and they spent the night putting those stick on jems in each others hair
Hope this feeds- See you can maybe drop some sibling hcs of batfam in return- /hj /nf
OH MY GOD YAYAYAYYYYYYY YES YES YES PERFECT!!!!!! GEMPEARL SHIPPERS SOME AND GET YOUR FOOD *sprinkles hcs on the ground*
these headcanons just completed every desire of my life /silly /hj
(i’ll give ya your hcs sometime when my brains workin ;3)
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Evil system blog information
We're a DID system of (fluctuating) 15-20 alters. We're white british, AFAB and bodily 17.
Simply plural: evilsystemm
Diagnosed with:
Autism spectrum disorder
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
Sensory processing disorder
Oppositional defiance disorder
Major depressive disorder (currently being diagnosed)
Situational mutism
Self diagnosed:
Borderline personality disorder
Narcissistic personality disorder
Questioning bipolar 1, reluctant to say we have it
traits of other PDs
We will not be obligated to explain our self diagnoses to anyone.
Basic details on relevant alters
some may make their own introduction posts
[🌃] Liam | He/Him (#🌃)
[🎭] Aries | He/They (#🎭)
[💎] Luci | She/He (#💎🎩)
[🩷] Cel | She/Bun/Love (#🩷)
[🌹] Emmeline | She/Zher/They
[🎉] Pixel | Xe/It
[🪼] Rae/Ava | She/Her
[🌈] Rumi | They/Bun/Zom (#🌈)
Not all pronouns listed here as some wouldn't fit.
General beliefs, alignments I guess
We are collectively anti-capitalist and most of us identify as Marxist and/or communist.
We're pro palestine, those who aren't are fine to interact as long as you DO NOT spread zionist ideology here.
We have differing opinions on endogenic systems depending on the alter, but most of us wish to see endogenic systems have their own space away from traumagenic systems whether they exist or not. If you identify as endogenic you are welcome to interact with us as long as you're respectful. We will ensure that alters who may be disrespectful towards you are not enacting this.
We're pro neo and xeno pronouns and some of us use them ourselves.
Anti comshipper but respectful and sympathetic towards underage comshippers. Avoid interacting if you're a comshipper as it's incredibly triggering for some of us. (Guys stop having " anti proship DNI " in your bio and then following and interacting with me. I AM ANTI PROSHIP leave me alone)
Anti radqueer and transID. Those of you who reblog my posts without actually having the disorders or traits of the disorders will be blocked, I don't appreciate my thoughts being used to uplift such things.
Generally dissaproving of nihilists, antinatalists and eco fascists HOWEVER I cannot speak for the entire system as some of us probably identify with those labels, and im understanding that those beliefs often result from trauma. Free to interact if you're in those categories but be aware your ideas may be subject to scrutiny.
If you romanticise or sexualise BPD, DNI!!
Narc abuse believers, you're welcome to interact but I will be making an effort to change your minds and if you upset any of our alters you will be blocked.
We don't believe singular alters can have PDs that the rest of the system does not, if you believe that, feel free to interact but I will be judging you. /hj /lh
Other cluster Bs please interact!!!! We have a special interest in PDs and would love to get to know the disorders better (esp. ASPD and HPD). Plus, we ruined all our relationships during a potential? manic episode so friends would be super cool.
there's probably more but I can't think of anything at current
Interests, fandoms
Most of the system has a special interest in fall out boy (the band) and can name almost every song, album etc. in chronological order (i'll take any excuse to brag about this).
As previously mentioned, special interest in personality disorders.
We take A level sociology which ties in really nicely with our politics special interest so we talk about that quite often.
We write essays from time to time about things we enjoy and/or feel strongly about.
Cel is " normal " about neon genesis evangelion (she is not).
Rumi likes Doctor Who.
Liam is a passive (feral. obsessed. insane.) enjoyer of Alice in Borderland, both the manga and the show.
Pixel likes My little pony and My chemical romance (best not to question it).
We have a special interest in typology (enneagram, MBTI, instinct stacking) with pixel being the most interested in it but knowledge spans across the system.
I think that's almost everything covered, I'll update this in future if I think of anything else. This was written by Liam.
#actually npd#npd safe#did system#npd#cluster b#fob#traumagenic system#system stuff#plural system#plurality#actually bpd#bpd#actually narcissistic#fall out boy#alice in borderland#hpd safe#aspd safe#🌃#🎭#💎🎩#🌈#🩷
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angel this is your free pass ask to go ham about whatever’s on your mind w petyle. i am laying down, kicking my feet, and listening 👀
ive been sitting on this in my inbox for so long just trying to collect my thoughts and so many ppl have asked me that...now it is time.....ok
i think the thing i want to talk most about is the beginning of their relationship and what their relationship actually is ...like what about it is making me lose my marbles...i want to get all of this information out because as the ceo of petyle i need everyone to understand how they are characterised and how to correctly view their relationship. anything outside what i think is simply lies and flanderization..../hj.........
i typically default to college-age setting so thats what ill be centering on but my ideas of their dynamic can be malleable to other ages (canon, high school, post covid at a stretch etc)
pete has always been interested in kyle from a distance- theyve never really spoken, but after stan becomes a normie again after his goth stint michael points stan out at school like 'look at that conformist lol' and petes like 'yeah what a loser. also who the fuck is the guy in green.'
we've seen from basic cable where he has a crush on sophie that he isnt necessarily afraid of putting himself out there when hes interested in someone but hes kind of awkward about it. so he approaches kyle a couple of times to see what his deal is. this makes all the other goth kids INSANE like not in a negative way they r either in disbelief (michael, firkle) or think its hilarious (henrietta) that pete has a crush on kyle, he massively denies its a romantic thing tho bc hes not a gaywad...he just wants to know whats up with this guy and why hes so interesting
ngl kyle is probably suspicious or at least confused as why pete has started talking to him once hes over the initial weirdness he realises pete is kind of chill but the award palatable small talk hes trying to have with kyle is really annoying kyle def snaps at some point and asks him what the fuck pete is trying to gain out of this because its obvious hes not being himself.
pete is stubborn enough to not back down atp, hes not gonna let a conformist own him like that. so he starts being himself so much, to a degree where hes almost saying 'you wanted this, fine here you fucking go' in order to make kyle upset. but it doesnt work oh no!! kyle finds his goth eccentricities and pessimism so stupid thats its endearing!!!
nothing between them is inherently romantic or even entirely..friendly. more than anything they enjoy annoying each other in a constant loop of quips and rolled eyes. but theres just like.. something fiery underneath they wont address until they get wasted at a house party and let the alcohol do the talking
i have a habit of favouring either onesided petyle (on petes side ofc) or one that ends with a bad breakup because #stylesweep so a lot of my thoughts are biased towards that sort of ending. i just like relationship/situationship angst ok ...ive been there many times. a part of this angst is the idea that theyre each just 'the best they can get' in the moment. Pete's too internally self loathing to think kyle is actually in love with him or anything. theyre just having fun. its not serious. he refuses to think into any of it emotionally, though its kind of eating him up inside. meanwhile kyle is literally just taking it as it is. he feels a little guilty. he doesnt like pete like that (???) but he cant deny flirting and fooling around with him is fun. and also a distraction from stan getting back with wendy.
anyway thats what i have for now. let me know if anyone wants any more i guess. or any specifics about their actual relationship that i have bouncing around. idk!
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ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤBEACH DAY !! ✩
ㅤㅤㅤ ﹟ATSV BEACH HCS !! w/ reader (੭ ｡>﹏<｡)੭
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ୨୧ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ୨୧
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ≧▽≦ !! : How it started
ㅤㅤㅤLYLA says it would be pretty fun if the Spider Society hosts
a beach party ! ofc, miguel disagrees at first, but does he have a choice? he ain't the boss here no mo. /hj
LYLA explains with a whole ass chart on how it would improve their working behaviors and stuff! Miguel listens for hours and just says a simple "Fine. They can have a beach party." with a disappointed sigh.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤵︎ ㅤ☆★ㅤ AT THE BEACH ㅤ! ㅤ૮₍ ˃ 𖥦 ˂ ₎ა
♡ After Miguel's... speech and warnings, everyone went crazy and chaotic, running all around the beach happily.
♡ Games! Yay! First up, Beach Volleyball! You, Gwen and Peter Porker destroyed the first game...
♡ EVERYONE WAS VERY COMPETITIVE AND AGGRESSIVE DURING THE GAME, especially Miguel...
♡ During the second round, Gwen serves... and hits Miles' precious sand castle... she had to apologize a lot + a bunch of popsicles. But Miles loves her and ofc forgives her!! #happyendingfr
♡ Miguel nearly hit Spiderman Noir in the face while mans was just standing idly because he was admiring the variety of colors of the beach everywhere, if it weren't for your + his spidey senses, poor Spiderman Noir would've been hit so hard in the face.
♡ It became a little hazard after and Miguel decided to cancel the game.
♡ Lunch break!! The cleaners were so tired of cleaning that entire ass table cuz it was so messy...
♡ You hung out with Miles and Gwen, building a bunch of sand castles and shell collecting.
♡ Surfing!! Miles just laid down on his stomach on the surfboard and was so afraid when the giant wave took him. Shivering his timbers.
♡ Gwen has a bunch of balance from her ballet experiences, she lowk looked like a natural.
♡ Hobie chilling in a melon floatie and breaking Miguel's beach rules with Pavitr whilst everyone surfed...
♡ But after awhile they do join! They got on one surfboard together and it was hard to balance it because the surfboard couldn't really handle their weight... But it was tons of fun for sure!
♡ Miguel was just doing his default hand on hips/waist pose whilst just riding the wave. He was more calmer than the usual here.
♡ Peter B. Parker was taking care of Mayday, so unfortunately, he couldn't join, but he took lots of pictures of Mayday! Everyone found her adorable fr
♡ Peni Parker went with Peter Porker, and they were both scared, they had life jackets on because Miguel didn't want them drowning...
♡ LEGO Spiderman was on Miguel's shoulder the entire surf time, no one just noticed because he was so tiny.
ADDING MORE SOON IF I GAIN MORE IDEAS~
#beach party au#spider society#atsv#headcanon#across the spider verse#spiderverse#beyond the spiderverse#spiderman#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#miles morales#beach#party#alternate universe#gwen stacy spiderverse#hobie brown spiderverse#hobie brown#pavitr prabhakar#lyla spiderverse#with reader#gender neutral reader#yes reader is a spiderman/woman too#more soon don't worry y'all#miguel spiderverse
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To go with the penny and mischa headcanons could you do some for noel? I love your other ones smmm
Absolutely I can noel is literally my number one fav and he is rotating around my brain at all times like a microwave
- as a kid he ABSOLUTELY wore his mother's high heels/fancy dresses and had a little tea party on a regular basis with all his stuffed animals bc DUH. He would force his mom to participate but she loved it
- she would paint his nails as often as he asked her to and in whatever color he picked. She'd have a giant collection of colors/glitter/etc and some of his earliest/favorite memories would be of him sitting on her bed getting his nails done and watching reality tv or a devastating french film he's DEFINITELY too young to be seeing
- he is also a giant theater kid and is only in the choir because he was banned from being in the school's plays after the waiting for godot incident
- everyone loves "nischa where Mischa is oblivious to Noel's flirting" but in my heart and soul it's the other way around
- bro is clueless fr Mischa could literally walk up to him and say "I am in love with you noel gruber and I want to marry you" and he'd be like ha imagine. Obviously you'd never mean that though
- was definitely given makeup from his mother for a birthday or something and it's all subtle enough that he can wear it places without people REALLY noticing but he knows it's there (it's like, clear mascara and tinted chapstick but he definitely cried when he opened it)
- side note he definitely has one of the nicest moms out of everyone in the choir??? People hc that she's an alcoholic for some reason and it's like. Nah she's his number one biggest fan fr !!!! We would know if she was 💀
- she doesn't KNOW about Monique per se but she's definitely seen the outfit in his laundry and just never brought it up
- because I know for a fact he's had it in his closet for YEARS and wore it for funsies when he knew nobody was home. Definitely has the entire choreography of cell block tango PERFECTED
- even before he worked at taco bell he high key hated it and that was just amplified with all the shit he had to deal with at that job
- everyone else in the choir literally loves it and it annoys him to no end
- half of his texts with ocean are "hello!! How is my favorite member of the choir today 😄😄" "what do you want ocean" "Baja blast please" "okay."
- he loves ocean like a sibling your honor. They're literally mlm wlw hostility but in a best friends way
- ESPECIALLY AS KIDS when they were kids they were just best friends it was him ocean and constance. But then she beat him at duck duck goose and their relationship was never the same (this is canon to me)
- my favorite thing is making them all best friends with Constance even before the accident because of course they were
- she was the nicest girl in town!! I know her yearbook was signed with a bunch of meaningless "I never met you but you seemed nice" crap
- but my personal theory is that noel, ocean and constance were a lil trio in elementary school and then ocean and noel became mortal enemies (/hj) so they grew apart
- and that's why they're allowed to bully each other relentlessly bc they're basically siblings at this point
- titanic was one of his fav movies before he discovered french new wave cinema but he didn't cry much when he watched it (and if he did, it's because he was wishing a stranger he met on a cruise in the 20s would die for him the way jack did for rose)
[I don't know why I have titanic headcanons for basically every member of the choir I don't even like it THAT much???]
- also he insists there was no room for Jack on the door (he's right)
- he has a black cat named Lola. There isn't much to this hc but I just think it's objectively true.
- On the rare occasion the choir would hang out before the accident and the rarer occasion it was at Noel's house, Ricky would ignore everyone completely and make a beeline to the cat
- the first time Ricky came over he said "you have a cat, don't you?" And noel just kinda looked at him like ???? Before eventually saying "yes... But how did you know that?"
- he loves rain and thunderstorms from the comfort of his home but will literally not be caught DEAD stepping foot outside in it without an umbrella + rain boots + jacket because he doesn't want his clothes to get wet. And he's real for this
- speaking of noel and being dead (I am a god of segues), before he left for school the day of the accident he said these exact words to his mom: "farewell mother. I'm off to die in a tragic accident, don't wait up for me, for I will not return to you in this lifetime"
- this would have been a common way for him to say goodbye to her, and she would always roll her eyes and say "oh how will I go on without you! Surely the grief would be too much for me to bear! I shall stay up at night, clutching an article of your clothing as a single limpid tear rolls down my cheek" And then laugh and tell him to be safe
- and then he actually dies in a tragic accident
- oops #rip
- I don't know why, but imagining Noel's mother after the accident always made me so much sadder than the rest of the choir 😭 I just imagine that they were super duper close for basically his whole life
- also, despite yearning for this whole tragic life I feel like he's super squeamish?? He cannot stand the sight of blood or vomit
- maybe in his fantasy part of that is he can actually handle the things that end up happening in the movies he likes
- also I refuse to believe that their favorite rides aren't somewhat related to something that happened the day of the fair itself
- what I'm saying is basically he rode the ferris wheel with Mischa and almost lost his god damn mind
- it would have been so romantic if he knew his crush was probably mutual
- and finally. Nischa holding onto each other for dear life when things started going wrong and having to be pulled apart post mortem
Thank you for your time this is literally so long and I could come up with so many more
#ride the cyclone#rtc#jane doe#jane doe rtc#mischa bachinski#noel gruber#constance rtc#ocean oconnell rosenberg#ricky potts#ride the cyclone headcanons#rtc headcanons#headcanons
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eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?
[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]
oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time
John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)
Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer
Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.
Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!
Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure
I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.
....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj
Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds
hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):
Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before
Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great
Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes
Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!
Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)
Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history
She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me
John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long
Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)
Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night
She also would like collecting vinyls :-)
Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both
His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.
On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept
Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.
Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.
John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3
Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think
Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.
Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.
Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot
Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3
#eric finally speaks#ask answered#john doe vibes#ven vibes#annabelle vibes#leo vibes#rhidian vibes#shelby vibes#valentine vibes#apollo vibes#theodore vibes#is this coherent#i think im a bit tipsy as i was writing all tis but whatevr
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10 facts: unreality Mortimer and Scout :3
Hell yes bestie let's go! Two of my favorite little creatures
Random facts that are mostly not lore relevant! Who knows
Tw: mentioned/implied past animal death, mentions of death.
Proshits and k1nk/fetish blogs DNI you'll be blocked and reported
Unreality Mortimer
His voice is probably a little different from canon Mortimers. Less raspy. However when he gets upset his voice tends to sound distorted or even "glitchy"
Sometimes stray cats will follow him home, so now mortimer just occasionally sets food out for those cats and let's them live in the woods. (He had a cat once, but ... An accident happened)
He is very fixated on shows like Bojack Horseman and Moral Orel and will gladly go into rants about them
His favorite music artist is Jack Stauber
He also has a collection of pillows he sleeps with. He hoards them
He has set water on fire before (age 1, Nick dared him to do it)
He's stupidly ticklish
He sucks at fighting based video games (still plays them regardless), but he enjoys playing animal crossing or stuff like harvest moon. He can maybe play Deltarune
He's terrified of spiders
The reason he's one of the most feared beings in this au is because of his judgment powers, but more so what happens if you are judged guilty of a death-worthy crime or action. The punishment being equal karma to what they did. The punishments are not judged by religion, simply morality, karma, action and intention
Unreality Scout:
They're gender fluid and use he/she/they pronouns
They also use their hair for expressing themselves, they know how to make it appear shorter without cutting it (using hair ties and/or hair clips)
They're also really good with makeup and occasionally helps do others makeup for them
She's very good at art, she was taught by nick herself. She has notebooks full of old doodles and artwork
She's also really good with video games and even has a youtube channel where she streams herself playing them, majority of the time it's horror games(its doing good so far)
They have inherited the dark magic curse (from the book), they ended up repressing it for years though, so now they're learning how to actually use it. (I imagine that when they're using it it looks Something like.. THISSS. Parts of their body glow purple when using dark magic. One of those being the entire hands and arms
7: they love animals in general
8:she can cook however she adds extra of certain ingredients to food she makes for herself. She makes the weirdest food combinations
9:She's also really into fashion but stays on the more, SOMEWHAT simpler side. She's a fan of the grunge style
10: she can and will bite you, affectionately if you're a friend, family or Twenty. If not? Well. Sayonara to your arm then
Obviously I ran out of ideas/hj/lh
ANYWAYS HERE YA GO!!!
#I like how none of the mort headcanons are important exactly#except the last one#then im just like#oh yeah man this is why#this is why bad people fear him#hes a silly scary little guy#he probably would bite you#hello puppets#hello puppets midnightshow#unreality mortimer#unreality scout#unreality au#Unreality scout is another fav#shes so funky
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Pspspspps I am hypnotizing you. Give me facts about estelar pls
absolutely
- love for literally anything pays his rent /hj
- he can give himself actual pupils if he wants he just doesnt want to
- despite his tag being 'the incubus' on my blog he doesnt actually do what incubus' do. he feeds off of love for things, from real romantic love of others or passions for media, anything. even platonic love will do, it just doesnt give as much energy
- sometimes this has a bad effect and drains the love entirely. he has accidentally broken up like 4 couples but its fiinnneeee it was an accident
- does he actually like the concept of love ? debatable
-before settling on black and white being his thing he tried white and purple. was not a fan but he still loves purple (specifically neon ones,,,)
- candy addict please give him a few pieces of your halloween candy he will love you for forever .
- this mf SQUEAKS when you touch his horns
- carries a lantern because his eyes make it hard for him to see things that are close by. having a large source of light helps
- not intentionally a troublemaker it just follows him wherever he goes
- claims he was always a demon but hes too strangely humanlike in comparison to other demons. many suspicions from others
- tried wearing makeup, decided he wasnt good at it. just eyeliner and lipstick for him thank you very much
- can possess magic but its draining. he prefers to save his energy and only uses it when he has to
- probably smokes
- probably lives in blackwood manor he's just out all the time during halloween to collect more energy for hibernating so he just lets ghost go free. no clue that people are hunting them
- oh yeah he hibernates like a bear. sleepy during winter months
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hahdhwhs idk i just like being overprepared for any aspect in genshin! rn im currently farming nilotpalata lotuses in case i ever get tighnari in the future. and i gotta figure out what scara needs for his ascension as well. anyways,,do u have any autumn brainrot for albedo? ~Lycoris
Bestie im so sorry for not getting to this earlier sksjsk everyday i cry alone because my time management skills are shitty <33 /hj
(this is a long one riri 🥹)
AND AUTUMN BRAINROT FOR ALBEDO? OFC. SIT DOWN LETS TALK ABOUT picnics on nice sunny afternoons in autumn, he likes drawing you and picking maple leaves out of your hair ❤️ random slam poetry session? yes let's go. he also brings his entire board and card game collection (why does he have cards against humanity in there he's supposed to be a good person /j) and then you guys walk around the park petting everybody's dogs the end
or how about a date at home? 😩 he makes hot chocolate and cuddles you on the couch with his very own, personally curated spotify playlist in the background (about 90% of the songs are by taylor swift)
OR OR art museum dates with albedo???? he's so pretty when he goes into a deep dive on symbolism. you can feel your brain doubling in size at the knowledge you're gaining rn 😔 take notes bestie this is a genius IQ 180 man you're talking to
and those underrated moments where you just lie in bed next to each other when you can't sleep (and he can't either) so you just talk and he says something silly so you both laugh and it's just so comfortable 😔💔😔 it's such a good time and god i love him sm give me mundane moments with albedo pls he's so pretty that im ok with going on the most boring ass dates ever with this man because he makes it all so interesting. y'all could just be sitting in the dark and he says something so introspective about this very specific moment that changes the way you see it completely and just
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Streaming n Dreaming <3
Yeah, this may be my first time writing for fnf characters, and you should rq more bc I'm so hot n sexy /j. But uh, yeah! I thought this would be fun lol!!
Request: No! My idea lol!!
Genre: Fluffy Romantic Headcanons!!!
CW: none that I can think of? Other than like swearing lol.
Characters in Post: Ruv, AGOTI, & Whitty!
Description: Basically, this is how FNF characters (listed above) would react to you becoming/being an mcyt streamer!!
Ruv:
Ruv at first really doesn't... understand it?
It's not like he isn't supportive!! No no, he loves what you do it's just...
He feels like this isn't really helping YOU in the long term.
He also wants to make sure you're safe, and having your identity (and his) out there, freaks him out a bit...
Especially with the more... eccentric... fans...
But if you invite him to play with you off-stream, he can get it pretty quickly. Esp if you take him mining!! He will spend forEVER in the mines just to find the block you're looking for.
“Ugh, I wish I had diamonds >:/” *like an hour later* “RUV HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET 30 DIAMONDS?????”
He's very good at gathering material, and killing mobs. And did I mention he loves pvp?
You give him Hypixel and Skywars and trust me he'll be distracted for HOURS. My mans just wants his wins.
He likes the game, but probably wouldn’t spend hours on it just to grind kinda thing. Would hop on if you asked him nicely.
Streaming on the other hand, he's doesn't really like the fact you stream.
If you're a faceless streamer, he gets a little more relaxed about it. He'll join you on a very rare occasion for quote, “emotional support”
And he likes watching you play, it's somehow soothing???
But if you aren't a faceless streamer, he is NEVER going to come near the room you stream is EVER. You could literally drag him there (if you manage) and he still will never enter that room.
He's literally a criminal???? Why would he want his identity leaked????? That only ends badly.
But he does still watch on a (totally secret) twitch account. He'll watch the entire thing to make sure nothing A. goes wrong or B. just to collect more channel points.
But as soon as stream is over he attempts to at least offer to hangout or something.
If you vlog at all, he'll come with and help...
But he just ends up as the camera man. Everything you do in said vlog, he'll get for your video and that's it.
But, all in all, he isn't too bad about it. Just be careful with the cameras. Alright?
AGOTI:
The most supportive out of EVERYONE. Manz LOVES when you do streams.
If you invited him to stream with you, no matter the time, it's fuck all to whatever else may happen that day or if he's gotten enough sleep. It's gamer time boys.
You may have to explain a couple jokes to him during stream, but he can get it with a bit of time.
And yes, he LOVES playing Minecraft with you!! Playing one of his favorite games with his favorite person??? Fuck yeah!!
He's definitely the guy that just spends all his time in the nether, like.
You'd literally have to drag him out.
“AGOTI, babe, it's been 13 (mc) days. Get out of the nether.”
But he does it for the grind baby!! Netherite 4 lifeeee 😎😎😎!!!
If you're someone who has a webcam (and uses it for stream) than he may be a little less affectionate, but only if you tell him not to.
AGOTI 100% doesn't give a fuck otherwise, he's going to love on you for all of stream and he BETTER see that shit trending /hj.
But for real, he loves just being near you when you're streaming, it's just so... comforting!!
You're voice is just so soothing to him, he can't help but be near you!! But, if it genuinely makes you uncomfy he'll lay off.
And yes, he's always going to encourage the shipping of you. That's just gonna have to be a given.
And of course, lets you use his music in stream (and makes sure it plays during stream.)
If you do vlogs for your channel, he 100% will go with anything you plan. Need to run halfway across the city for a bit? Absolutely let's go! Slipping and falling? Yes. He'll do anything for the cam.
But in the end, he loves what you do. And loves to be apart of what you do.
Whitty:
Like Ruv, he's a little weary about your streams.
Again, it's not like he isn't supportive!! It's just that he really doesn't want Updike finding him.
But that doesn't mean that he won't watch your streams... despite the fact he barely understand how streams work.
He isn't there often, and doesn't really understand what streaming even is but... you're happy, so he's happy!
If you tell a joke to him off-stream you're going to have to explain the SHIT out of it...
“Oh, poggers.” “...what...?”
If you end up being able to teach him Minecraft, he's definitely no help at all. He'll end up staying in the base because he's a bit too scared to go fight the mobs.
But on the plus side, he's really good at building! He'll make a pretty little cottage for you if you ask.
Also surprisingly good with red stone?? Like he just makes little contraptions to make it easier for you to do certain things.
Any excuse to not leave the base, looks like you'll be collecting resources, sorry hun.
If you decide to vlog, than like Ruv he's 100% behind the camera. He may even help set up a stunt or two ;).
As long as the camera isn't on him, he's all for helping. Anything to make his little s/o happy :).
I hate that I started this months ago and didnt finish ‘til now. Lovely. But hey, if ya wanna, go on and rq something!! I may even start up MCYT asks again ;).
#fanfic#imagines#my writing#friday night funkin#friday night funkin x reader#ruvfnf#ruv x reader#fnf agoti#agoti x reader#whitty fnf#whitty x reader
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good boy ❂ hjs
❂ pairing: han jisung x reader (ft. hyunjin, changbin, & minho)
❂ genre: smut (pretty much a pwp), slight fluff, crack
❂ summary: in which you encounter a baby boy in your kitchen and you just have to make him yours
❂ word count: 3.4k (this was supposed to be a *drabble* lol)
❂ warnings: 18+, cursing, dom/sub themes (dom!reader & sub!jisung), alcohol, smut [sex toys (cock ring), teasing, biting, spitting, edging, jisung being whiny, oral (m receiving), noona kink, voyeurism, nipple piercings]
“So, you’re saying you could get any girl in here?”
You scowl as you overhear this inane conversation happening in your very kitchen. When your roommate Jisoo said she wanted to have a few people over, you should have known she had really meant that she was going to invite the entire damn university.
Your small apartment is now overrun with co-eds, and you are planning to escape right back to your room once you finish grabbing your wine from the fridge. Parties aren’t really your thing. You prefer smaller and more intimate gatherings. But then again, your tastes have always been peculiar.
Which leads you to where you are right now, dressed only in your friend Soobin’s stolen t-shirt and your tiniest pair of sleep shorts, glaring over at the small group of gossiping boys across your kitchen island.
“Of course!” One of the boys nods, his full cheeks flushing. He’s admittedly cute with wide eyes and pouty lips. His hair is a mess of dark brown with lighter streaks mixed in. His whole vibe is amusingly at odds with his words.
“He’s such a sub,” You conclude, chuckling slightly. You’re pretty sure the only thing that boy can get from any girl in your place tonight is a thorough punishment.
You’re too deep in your analysis to notice that you had spoken aloud until you’re faced with four boys - three of which look entertained as hell and the fourth looks like he either wants to run away or to fight you.
“Can I help you boys?” You sigh, cradling your wine to your chest. This is why you should have bought a mini fridge - less social interaction.
“You think Han’s a sub?” The tallest boy grins at you, “Why?”
You smile slightly back up at him. He’s handsome, with striking eyes and a sexy as hell lip ring.
“I am not a sub,” Han whines, recapturing your attention with a glare and a vicious pout. “Take that back!”
God, he’s adorable. Your lips twitch as you try to remain impassive. You haven’t seen such a bratty boy since your last sub had graduated over the summer. And now you’ve been without one for about a month now… Maybe things could be looking up for you.
Maybe you’ll play with him and see.
“No,” You say, shrugging slightly, “I don’t see what’s so bad about being a sub anyway. Baby boys are always very well taken care of, Hannie.”
Two of the boys choke on their drinks, the one who had talked to you earlier gasps, and Han flushes bright red, his mouth opening and closing.
You grin wickedly at his speechlessness and saunter right up to him. Rising to your tiptoes, you lean into his body and whisper into his ear, “If you change your mind, my room is right down the hall, baby boy.”
You nip his earlobe lightly and then pull back. “Night, boys,” You wave with a smile as you exit the kitchen, sending a wink at Han who looks shell shocked.
And as you make your way down the hall, you hear, “Fuck me.”
You just hope he asks you that later.
Almost an hour later, your wine is halfway gone, and you’ve pretty much given up all hope on your prospective sub. Sighing, you take another sip of your pinot and contemplate going against all of your principles and venturing back out into the throes of the party.
And then you hear the lightest of knocks on your bedroom door. Your smile is immediate. Setting your glass down, you hop off your bed and pad over to open your door. Sure enough, Han stands there looking like he might bolt at any second.
You wait for him to speak first and watch gleefully as he fidgets under your gaze.
“S-sorry,” He finally mutters, turning away from you, “This was stupid. You obviously were just messing with me. God, now I look like a dumbass, and Hyunjin will never let me live this d—”
You take pity on the poor boy, grabbing his wrist and tugging him into your room. Shutting the door behind him, you point to your bed.
“Sit,” You order and internally squeal in excitement when he complies without hesitation. The way his wide brown eyes are gazing up at you makes you melt, but you keep it together. “Now, why did you decide to come visit me, Hannie?”
“Jisung,” He blurts out and then ducks his head, blushing.
“Jisung,” You test it out slowly, and he reacts, shuddering slightly. “You like it when I say your name, huh?”
“Yes, noona,” He nods, gaze still on the floor. You gently place two fingers under his chin and lift his face up to look at him.
“Jisungie,” You murmur, “Have you been asking about me out there? How do you know that I’m older than you?”
He blinks up at you, “I asked Jisoo-noona, and she said you’re in the same level as her.”
“Jisoo,” Your eyes narrow, and then you refocus on the situation at hand, “Now, Jisungie, I’ll only ask you one more time. Why are you in my room?”
You feel him swallow beneath your fingertips. “I-I don’t know,” He tries.
“Really,” you arch an eyebrow, swiping your thumb across the seam of his lips.
“Fine!” Jisung’s glare is as cute as it is fierce, “I’m here because you’re really hot even though you’re kind of scary and you embarrassed me in front of my friends and you might be out of my league and—”
You put your palm across his mouth, silencing him. “Oh, baby boy. Are you here because you think I’ll give you something? That’s not how this works, Jisungie. Subs have to earn their rewards, you see; and I don’t think you’ve earned one just yet.”
“How can I earn one?” He begs as soon as you take your hand away, “Please, noona. I’ve been half hard since you walked in the kitchen looking like you had just been fucked… But now I know it’s more likely that you had been the one to do the fucking.”
Oh my. Your mind connects the dots. “Baby boy, is that why you were making such outrageous claims?”
“Well,” He pouts, “I wouldn’t call them ‘outrageous’...” He notices your unimpressed expression and sighs, “Fine. Yes. I wanted to impress you, okay? Clearly that backfired.”
You can’t help yourself. You lean over Jisung and cup his cheeks in your hands, “Aw, you’re just so cute, Sungie. What am I going to do with you? No… more like what am I going to do with you first?”
Jisung squirms under you, bringing your attention to the growing bulge in his tight jeans.
“Are you drunk, lovely?” You purr, running your hands down his chest.
“N-no, noona,” His breath catches as you drag your hands farther down, teasing the waistband of his jeans.
“Do you have a safe-word?” You pause your ministrations and look into his eyes to assess his level of comfort.
“Damn,” He breathes, “You’re gonna fuck up my shit good, aren’t you, noona?”
You roll your eyes to the ceiling, “Not if you keep saying things like that.”
“Noted,” He salutes you with a smile and you glare. Straightening, you walk over to your drawer of fun.
“I’m still not hearing a safe-word, baby,” You call over your shoulder.
“Um,” His face scrunches up adorably as he thinks, “Yosemite?” You laugh slightly as you peruse your collection of sex toys. You had a poster from that National Park on your wall.
“Yosemite, it is,” You say, finally choosing your toy for the night. You flex the cock ring between your fingers. Oh yes, this would work just fine. “Baby,” You turn back to Jisung as he still sits on your bed. Your eyes immediately fall to his hands as they press into his crotch. “What are you doing?”
Jisung takes his hands away immediately, “Sorry, noona. You’re just so sexy.” His stare burns into your bare legs. And then he notices what you’re holding. “Oh, fuck.”
You laugh, “You’ll love it, baby. Promise. Now, I’m going to wash this, and when I get back, I want you stripped and laying on my bed, okay?”
He nods furiously. “Good boy,” You praise, and you almost sigh at the way he lights up at your words. How in the world has this boy not been claimed yet?
You head into your bathroom and take your time washing the ring. Even though you haven’t used this one yet, it still doesn’t hurt to be careful. Patting the cock ring dry, you reenter the bedroom and take in the sight before you.
Jisung is spread out on your bed, his cock hard against his stomach. His hands are clenched at his sides as he seems to be trying his hardest not to touch himself. You walk over to him, running your hand up his body as you go and then leaning down to place the lightest of kisses on his lips.
Pulling back, he tries to follow your mouth and you laugh, “Oh no, Sungie, you’ll take what I give you, and no more. Got it?”
He nods, not looking too pleased.
“I want your words, baby,” Your thumb pads over his nipple and he hisses a breath in between his teeth.
“Y-yes, noona,” He whines, already desperate for your touch.
“Good. Now, Sungie, have you ever used a cock ring before?” You ask, stretching the object in question out in front of you.
“No, noona,” Jisung bites his lip, squirming a bit on your bed as he stares at the way your fingers play with the ring. “But I want to try.”
“Okay, baby boy,” You kiss him again and he moans into your mouth as your tongue slides out to brush over his full lower lip. Pulling back slightly, you murmur, “Remember your safe-word, lovely.”
His wide eyes blink up at you and you can’t resist kissing him once more, this time nibbling his lip between your teeth and drawing a delicious whine from his throat.
You straighten and walk to the foot of the bed. Climbing up, you straddle Jisung’s legs and set the cock ring down to the side for now. “Ready, baby boy?”
“Fuck yes!”
You shoot him a look and he gulps, “I-I mean, yes, noona!”
God, he looks so good sprawled out underneath you, at your mercy. Even his cock is pretty, a feat you honestly hadn't been sure was possible. Oh, you are going to wreck this boy.
You lean over his cock and let your spit drip from your mouth and onto his length. Jisung moans as he watches you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out. “Noona is filthy,” He groans as you finally wrap your hand around him and slowly move it up and down to coat him fully.
Leaning down, you lick the bead of precum from the head of his cock and smirk at the low whine that Jisung makes in response. Gripping him tightly, you take more of his hard cock into your mouth and suck. You bob up and down, continuing to squeeze his base and his balls in your hands.
Jisung is quite vocal, you discover, as he moans your name in between what seems like every curse word under the sun. You swallow around him and almost laugh as he cries, “Fucking Christmas tree!”
You release him and giggle, “Christmas tree?”
“Noona,” He whines, “Don’t judge me. I can’t think when your mouth is on me.”
You just shake your head at the beautiful boy beneath you and then tell him, “Let me know when you’re about to come, okay?”
He nods swiftly, eagerly anticipating his release. Oh, what a mistake, you grin internally. You lick your way up his shaft from base to tip and then take him back into your mouth. You don’t take it slow like before; you blow him hard. Your hands squeeze him and you swallow him over and over.
His legs are shaking underneath you as his moans pick up in volume. You wonder if his friends can hear him now. Honestly, they’re probably right outside your door right now, you think. Might as well give them a good show to listen to…
“I-I’m gonna come,” Jisung groans, his hips thrusting up shallowly. You immediately tighten your grip around his base and remove your mouth from him.
Jisung gasps, “N-no! Please, I’m so close!”
You pay him no mind, grabbing the cock ring from beside you. “Do you remember your safe-word, Jisung?” You ask, pausing to make sure he’s still okay with what you plan to do.
“Ye-es, noona,” His teeth bite down on his lower lip as he looks at you desperately.
“And do you want to use it now?” You aren’t sure of his limits and you don’t want to push him too far.
“No, noona,” His eyes narrow resolutely, “Give it to me.”
“Oh, baby boy,” You grin, “I will.” Slowly, you slide the ring down his cock with ease after having thoroughly sucked him off already. “If this gets too tight, tell me right away, okay, baby?”
He nods, “F-feels good. Tight.” Your eyebrows raise. Does Jisung even know what cock rings are used for? You might have to pay closer attention to him than you thought.
You take him back into your mouth and his hips immediately thrust up. You push him down with your hands firmly pressed to his hips. You feel him swelling in your mouth as the blood gathers, no doubt making him more sensitive than before.
“A-ah, noona!” Jisung moans. His hand latches into your hair as your mouth sinks up and down on his cock. “G-gonna come, please.”
Oh, baby… You nod despite knowing his impending disappointment. He would learn quickly. You take him deeper than before, your nose brushing his pelvis, and he comes without the rush of relief that usually accompanied the sensation.
You pull back, watching as his face contorts in an array of emotions in a short moment - elation, confusion, frustration, dissatisfaction. “N-noona,” He cries, looking down at you in horror, “What—?”
Gripping him lightly, you marvel at the thickness of his length and the veins that pop out, more pronounced than before.
“You’re so pretty, Sungie. So good for me, baby,” You murmur as his eyes squeeze shut just from the mere stimulation of your palm surrounding him. You kiss his cock, worshipping it with your mouth, with your tongue.
“Noona,” Your eyes flick up to look at Jisung’s face. Tears are leaking from his eyes as his chest heaves. “Please. Have to come so bad, it hurts.”
You release him and he sobs, “No-o! Noona!” His hands grip his cock, but he’s so sensitive that he releases it immediately. More tears flow from his wide eyes as he pleads, “Please, noona, please.”
You aren’t even sure he knows what he’s asking for; and so you decide to present him with some options.
“Baby boy,” You press kisses up his stomach, his chest, and finally to his cheeks. Wiping his tears, you gently kiss his lips. “Do you want to come in noona’s mouth or on her tits?”
Jisung’s eyes widen more than you thought possible as he practically yells, “Tits! Please, let me come on noona’s tits!”
Placing one last kiss on his lips, you move back down his body and tug your shirt over your head.
“Fuck,” Jisung breathes as his eyes immediately drop to your chest, taking in your pierced nipples. “Noona, you’re so beautiful, so fine.”
“Oh, baby boy,” You laugh, “You’re so sweet.”
“Not sweet,” He scowls, “I’m strong. A tough man. A ah—”
You grab his cock and squeeze, effectively cutting him off. “You were saying?” You grin.
“So evil,” He mutters, his voice cracking.
Chuckling, you slowly and gently remove the cock ring from his hard length. If you’re being honest with yourself, you really want to sit on it right now. But it’s too soon for that entirely. So you’ll just have to settle for making this cute little baby boy come harder than he’s ever come before.
Jisung is already a moaning mess underneath you as his blood-flow finally returns, heightening his sensitivity. And when you take him into your mouth, he lets out a string of what you can only assume to be curses that definitely are not in any language you’re familiar with.
Your tongue swipes over the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock. One hand moves up and down his base while the other moves up his body to tug on his nipples. Jisung’s head is thrown back as his abs clench, his thighs shake. He’s moaning your name like a prayer as his fingers dig into your hair.
“I’m close,” Jisung groans, “Please, noona!”
You pull back, keeping your hand firmly on his cock, moving up and down. You move your body closer to him as he comes. Ropes of his come coat your tits as he moans loudly at the sight and at the sensation of finally getting his release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chants, still coming. You carry him through his orgasm, stroking him and murmuring sweet words.
Finally, he sinks back into the softness of your bed, spent. You continue to stroke him, “How are you feeling, baby boy?”
“Fucking great,” Jisung grins, looking so fucked out. “Noona, you’re like an orgasm wizard.”
“I’m a what?” You laugh, releasing him and hopping up off the bed. You start to shuffle over to your bathroom to get cleaned up, but Jisung whines, stopping you in your tracks.
“No-o, noona, come back,” He pleads, “Wanna see your tits up close.”
“Are you joking?” You roll your eyes, but give in nonetheless. Quickly grabbing a damp washcloth from your bathroom, you walk back over to Jisung. He props himself up on his elbows, taking the sight of his come on your chest.
“Damn,” He licks his lips, “Noona, you look so good covered in my come. You made me come so fucking hard. Come on, let me taste you. Let me make you come this time.”
You shake your head, smiling, “Oh no, baby boy. You still haven’t earned that privilege yet.”
“What!?” Jisung fully sits up now, “But-but, noona! You have to be so wet right now, right? Please.”
You lean down, a breath away from his lips as you say, “I am so fucking wet for you, Sungie. And once you leave, I’m going to touch myself to the image of you falling apart under me.”
Jisung’s breath hitches, rendered speechless. You move away from him, wiping your chest clean and shrugging your t-shirt back on.
“Stay here,” You order, turning back to look at the beautifully ruined boy on your bed, “I’m going to get you some water.”
He just nods, pouting adorably. Oh, he is going to be so much fun, you think. Flicking the lock on your door, you pull it open and sigh at the sight you’re met with.
Three boys stare at you with wide eyes and varying states of embarrassment. Jisung’s friends, as predicted, had indeed enjoyed the show if their unbuttoned jeans were any indication. The boy with black hair and intense dark brown eyes blushes under your assessment. Next to him, the boy with lighter brown hair and delicate features stares back at you with a somewhat challenging look in his eyes. And, finally, the tallest boy with that goddamned piercing licks his lips, tongue flicking over the silver hoop on his lower lip.
“Enjoy the show, boys?” You arch an eyebrow.
“Not as much as Han,” The light haired boy mutters.
You size him up, “And your name is?”
“Minho,” He answers, glowering. “That’s Hyunjin and Changbin,” He adds, pointing at lip ring and dark eyes.
“Minho,” You murmur, reaching out to brush your thumb across his cheek, “Be a darling and get your friend Han a glass of water, would you? He just came so hard all across my tits - as I’m sure you heard - and he needs to hydrate.”
They gape at you once again, eyes flicking down every so often.
“Well?” You level Minho with a stare that sends him off. You wait for his return in tense silence, and when he finally reappears with glass in hand, you accept it from his grasp.
“Now,” You say, addressing the three of them, “Are you going to come in? Or are you just going to stand out here all night?”
And that’s how you end up spending your Friday night surrounded by four good boys.
You just might like parties after all.
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pan — ; hongjoong x reader
pairing: k.hj x reader
wc: 1.6k
notes: pixie!reader. peterpan!hj. lostboys!99line. captainhook!hwa. smee!jongho. fluff. brief make-out session. suggestive dialogue. this is a really dumb, embarrassing, self-indulgent thing i wrote on a whim just to experiment with the whole fairy!au. also, reader is human sized as opposed to tinkerbell's size in the movies.
synopsis: not even pixie dust sparkles like the way hongjoong's eyes do when he looks at you.
Hongjoong's eyes trained onto the residue pixie dust dappling the underside of leaves and moss covered tree trunks. With a small smirk finding its way onto his face, he trudged further into the mouth of the forest, footsteps as light and airy as the puffs of clouds above. With the arrival of autumn, reds and browns paint the forest floor with crispy foliage. Fruit and flowering trees, shrubs, and vines coalesce into a vast, beautiful forest sacred to the fae.
Beams of sunlight penetrate the porous canopy of leaves and trees, and the chirping of crickets could be heard in the distance. His face instantly brightened as he took in your form from behind a large tree. For a fleeting moment, he watched as you reached up to gather the flowering buds off the tree above you, admiring the way the streams of sunlight illuminate your wings.
"How's the prettiest pixie in all of Wonderland doing today?"
You startled at the voice behind you, wings stiffening upright as you swiveled around to be met with nothing but rustling flowering trees and the verdant tapestry that swathes the entire forest. Turning back around, you gasped and stumbled back, nearly dropping the basket of blossoms as Hongjoong hung upside down to face you. You pursed your lips in annoyance as he let out a mischievous snicker, "I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that!"
"I'm sorry, love. You're just fun to tease is all," he mused gently, gracefully flipping down to settle onto a low hanging branch. With a huff, you turn your back to him, iridescent wings fluttering rapidly, and send a plume of pixie dust onto his face in retaliation. He yelps and jerks away to the side, hands in the air as he stumbles out an apology. You take a glimpse of his face and nearly laugh at the sight of golden, metallic dust clinging onto his hair, eyelashes, and nose, "I deserved that."
His frame suddenly floats from the pixie dust settling onto his frame, and he hums in satisfaction while reaching up to grab hold of a mulberry branch, eyeing the berries in contemplation.
"That you did," you smile as you reach down into one of the pouches on the floor, "So, what have you- Ah! Wait! Joong! You forgot your hat again."
"I did? And here I gave Wooyoung the earful of his lifetime for thinking he stole it again."
You regarded him silently, head shaking in amusement at his words. Pulling the green piece of fabric from the bag, you reached over to adjust it onto the top of his head, his mischievous eyes never leaving your face. You caught his gaze, narrowing your eyes as his smirk broadened, "So, whatchya gathering today, cutie?"
"Apple blossoms, mulberries, and mushrooms for the autumn festival," you answered quickly, wings fluttering as you took off into the air to gather the higher flowers, "Don't distract me, Joong. If I don't have these collected by tonight, the council will flip. Everything must be done and ready by today."
"Distract you?" he looked up from the berry-filled basket and feigned a hurt expression before settling on a branch and leaning down to rest his hands behind his head, "I didn't say or do anything. Ignore me, you won't even realize I'm here."
"Don't you have other things to do?" you asked as you dumped a basket full of blossoms into a cotton bag, "Like.. I don't know, train the Lost Boys how to fly with pixie dust? Or raid Captain Seonghwa's ship?"
"I left Yunho in charge of them, don't worry. They're in good, big hands. Also, we need a new supply of pixie dus-"
"What? But I gave you your supply just two days ago!" You give him an incredulous look, arms crossing over you chest.
"Mingi accidentally spilled it all in the river," he rushed to explain, hand reaching up to brush a hand through his red hair, "Besides, I haven't seen Captain what's his face ever since he lost his hand."
"He didn't lose it," you jabbed, "You cut it off."
"But that's what I said," he chuckled as you sent a roll of your eyes in his direction, "Come on, baby. Take a break and sit with me for a few minutes."
You attempt to ignore his whining, pushing past him without making eye contact, before fluttering above his head and rummaging through the interlacing branches to gather more flowers, "No distractions, Joong."
A sudden grip onto your ankle has you yelping, and you quickly find yourself plopping down onto his lap. He flashes you a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to his chest, "Five minutes, I promise. I just missed you so much."
"But you saw me last night," you scoff playfully, arms reaching up to rest onto his shoulders, your wings sagging down in relaxation as he leaned it to brush the tip of his nose against your own. The colorful cosmos on the forest floor swayed with the gentle breeze, and you huddled closer to him for more warmth.
"I know but," he pressed fleeting kisses down your face before settling onto your lips, his grip hard and unyielding, "I can never get enough of you," he smiles against your mouth, hands reaching down to brush the pads of his fingertips across your thighs, before caressing your flesh. His eyes burned with the familiar sight of desire.
You wanted to pull away, knowing fully well that Hongjoong will definitely will lose himself in the moment, but the warmth that ebbed from his frame was too irresistible, especially when autumn's freezing gusts whipped past the gaps of the trees. A retort was ready on the tip of your tongue, but the way his mouth seized your lips has your mind reeling, and you can only faintly decipher the sweet flavor of mulberries as he prods the seam of your lips with his tongue. His hands tug on your rear, urging your closer so that your hips are flush with his. Answering his unspoken request, you part your lips and sigh in content as he ravishes your mouth with his tongue.
"I told you he came here to get his dick wet again!" a familiar voice suddenly ricocheted throughout the dense forest.
You broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, wings instantly going rigid and upright at the unanticipated noise, and you attempted to fly off of Hongjoong's lap, embarrassment filling your lungs at being caught.
Several other voices followed suit after, shushing and scolding the loud-mouthed one.
Hongjoong sent a displeased look over your shoulder at the rustling bushes, and clung onto your frame to keep you from moving, all the while ignoring your pleading looks and flushed face. Leaning in to your ear, he whispers lowly and nods his head at the direction of the five heads peeking discreetly from a few meters away.
It took everything he had to convince you, and with a hesitant nod of agreement, your shimmering wings flutter slightly as your frame ascends off of his lap. You feel a slap land on your rear as you turn to face the five boys, and you jerk your head to the side to throw a glare his way, before flying hastily to where the five boys squabbled behind a few bushes, leaving behind a trail of golden dust in your path.
"Oh, look. I think y/n heard us," Yunho mumbled sheepishly as he slid down against the base of one tree, causing a few moths to flee to higher branches.
With a few harsh flaps of your wings, you sent plumes of pixie dust down onto the unsuspecting boys, blinding them with the sparkling glitter. You watched in amusement as realization suddenly dawned on their features. They yelped as their frames ascended off the ground, hands desperately trying to reach for any branch to cling onto before they float up and out of the forest.
"But Hongjoong never taught us how to fly!" San cried, arms latching onto Yeosang's leg for anchor. The latter suddenly lost his grip on the thick ferns with the sudden weight, and Hongjoong merely snickered as the two floated away. Mingi gripped the back of Yunho's collar, eyes blown out with fear. Several twigs and leaves stuck out from his locks.
"I'm sorry Hongjoong! I promise this was all Wooyoung's idea!"
An indignant squawk leaves the black-haired male, hands reaching out to grip the taller's shoulders, "I didn't force you to come!"
"Yeah, but I had no choice! You know I don't like being left alone!" The two squabbled mid-air, limbs tangling and trapping Yunho in the mess as the three drifted up and away.
You turn to the snickering Hongjoong, and once you meet his gaze, he beckons you with a finger, "Now that that's taken care of, where were we?"
"That's enough distractions for the day," you huffed, reaching over to swipe at his nose.
"Just five minutes," he pleads hopefully.
"I would have covered you in pixie dust too," you smile at the sight of his contagious grin as you settle back onto his lap, "But I just had to make the mistake of teaching you how to fly."
"You sweep me off my feet even without pixie dust," he replies before pulling you by your scarf for a soul searing kiss.
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Ok, new CTW headcanons:
Part of me thinks natural black hair runs in Millie's family, but I also really like the idea that Millie is naturally blonde and dyes her hair black.
Conversely, Brooke's hair is naturally brown, but she bleaches it to get it to a light blonde color. I think that sets up an interesting visual duality.
Dylan wears a lot of rings, and he likes to click his fingers together and shake his hands for the noise it makes.
Dylan's aesthetic is closer to nu-goth and emo, though he does prefer a lot of classic goth music and stuff from the roots of goth subculture.
Millie dresses in a mix of emo and romantic goth.
Maurice is quite against Millie's view on death, because he thinks of his own life as quickly fleeting. He's actually kind of a sad old man going through grieving life entirely, but staying optimistic for what he has left.
Millie, Sarah, Dylan, and Brooke all have abandonment issues, because at this point I'm literally just projecting. Dylan has taught himself to bury and "turn off" his feelings toward those who he fears may leave him until he deems it safe to get attached, Millie gets extremely defensive and quick to hate those around her so she can hurt them before they hurt her, Brooke gets way too attached to the people she likes and clings onto them, and Sarah will obsessively change herself to make people like her so they don't leave.
Still headcanoning Dylan as a DID system and quite frankly no one can take that away from me
Dylan is naturally ginger I think the idea of him just dying his red hair a more saturated and artificial red is funny
Millie collects creepy and dead things. I saw a TikToker a while ago who collects haunted dolls and I feel like Millie is probably a bit afraid of the concept of real life ghosts but she'd totally collect weird shit like that
Some of Millie's jewellery is made of animal bones.
I will stand by "Dylan kins Shadow the Hedgehog" until I die.
...Dylan has a Shadow the Hedgehog alter-
I'm having too much fun with this but Dylan has just become a massive coping kin for literally everything :sob:
Dylan's clothing is always accessorized with safety pins. It's a little ridiculous the sheer amount of safety pins he uses on his clothes. They're just easiest to get his hands on and look the best.
wlw Millie and straight transmasc Dylan. i just . i just think .
I am very much stll holding onto my hc of Millie's grandpa as trans I just have nothing to do with it atm
Love how the entire CTW cast have become whole ass coping mechanisms for us- /hj
And I'm also starting to relate to your Dylan now, cuz I also have some rings from Hot Topic that I like to wear for the same reason, and also like using safety pins as accessories cuz it fits the scene aesthetic
I am still very much intrigued by your hc of Millie's old man being trans-
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hurricane (brian may x fem reader)
request by the wonderful @speciallyred w prompts 45 and 58 from this prompt list! i was super nervous to write this bc i love her writing but i hope u enjoy!!
genre: per request of anna, angsty! but it ends w some fluff to mend ur broken heart hehe
summary: he’s never home, and neither is she. he can’t communicate, and she just wants to be loved.
words: 1.5k this was supposed to b a drabble OOPS
warnings: crying, sadness, mentions of marriage+kids, mentions and accusations of cheating, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed any!
a/n: ok so a. y/n wasn’t used so if u wanted this do bri x some other female or oc that would work, and b. i also didn’t use anything that would keep this from being able to be read as a gwil!bri fic :) mwah (also i just realized this but this could totally be a song fic for i want love by elton john ok bye luv u)
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It was deathly silent in the spacious former home of Brian and his beloved, that had now been reduced to only a house. The ticking of the grandfather clock he had insisted that they had to have when they moved in could be heard ringing out and echoing, pestering the girl to no end.
It was always quiet in their house, even when they fought. There was never a rushed bustle of children you had to get out the door to school, and not even a cat or dog to create a disruptive chaos as they ran about, muddy paws leaving marks on the floor.
There would be the occasional record playing lowly, the notes floating about the house, and sometimes if she couldn’t sleep, she would have Bri play her a soft tune on his old acoustic, his voice having no issue bringing her to rest.
But even now, during one of the most heart wrenching fights that the pair had gone through, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the hardwood flooring.
As Brian was a soft and gentle man, never yelling or raising his voice in the slightest. He wasn’t mean or cruel, in fact, his entire aura calmed her to no end, which is why she supposed she hated this so much.
She scanned with careful eyes over his silhouette, watching as stray curls rustled from the draft coming in from the open window, goosebumps raising on both of their exposed arms.
“What are you looking at?��
“Just you, Bri.”
He rolled his eyes from where he sat on the white sofa, moving his fist under his chin. A scoff fell from his rosy lips as he turned his head to look out the window, not actually paying any mind to the green hills, a light frost covering the entire landscape.
“So are you just going to ignore me?”
“I’m not ignoring you.”
A salty tear rolled down her face, the incoming breeze hitting her dampened face. She inhaled sharply, her chilled skin becoming slimy and cold to the touch.
Brian wouldn’t know that, though, he hadn’t touched her in days. Weeks, even.
She had wanted to say that his words were malicious, with venom dripping from his tone, like some sort of acid was coating his vocal cords.
But they weren’t. His voice never raised a damn octave, staying completely neutral. And it was driving her mad.
“Then what is this, Brian?”
“I’m collecting my thoughts.”
She laughed, the sound lacking its usual melodic intonation that the guitarist adored so much. He was the reasoning behind the dry chuckle, that much he knew, and he hated it. God, how he despised it. But, he would never let it show. How could he, when he was the initiator of the (extremely childish, now that he thought over it) conflict to begin with? He knew his accusation was emptier than the large building they resided in, and he knew that the results would be horrendous.
But jealousy was an ugly green parasite that had rooted itself in Brian May’s heart, slowly consuming him from the inside out. It was like a devil that rested on his left shoulder, insisting that she was unfaithful, taking advantage of his extended leaves. He foolishly acted on the devil’s words, which led to where they were now.
“Well, how long do you need to ‘collect your thoughts’?” She folded her leg under her opposite thigh, leaning towards him, the distance of only a few feet feeling like worlds away to her broken heart. She would always be drawn to him like some sort of magnet, no matter how badly he hurt her.
“I’m not sure, would you like me to do so elsewhere?”
A beat passed.
“Why, so you can go shag someone else, just like I apparently have been?”
Again, silence.
“You were gone for 3 hours every night on every Tuesday the past month-“
“You kept track? You’re out of your damn mind.” She raised her voice, sitting up, suddenly enraged with his obsessive distrust rather than saddened.
“That’s not important-“
“What’s important is that you’re gone on tour for 10 times as long as that, leaving me here completely alone to my own devices! I trust you enough to believe that you remain mine while you’re away, but for some unknown reason, you can’t manage to think the same about me.”
His flippancy on the issue at hand agitated her (or his lack thereof in general, she supposed) to no end. She wanted him to scream and cry, to throw something, to loudly shout, to shed fury fueled tears as she had. She knew it was wrong, but quite frankly she didn’t care.
He tried to speak up for himself, stuttering out something about how he did in fact trust her, but all to no avail. She would have none of it, not now.
“What’s important, Brian, is that every Tuesday, I’m staying 3 hours after work to try to make it so that I don’t have to rely on you for money, because I don’t want you to think even for a moment I’m with you just because you’re some incredibly famous rockstar who happens to be loaded!”
She was standing now, although she couldn't quite remember bringing her body from the comforts of the soft chair by the mantle to her feet. The roaring fire beside her had died down into a flurry of golden embers, heat still radiating from the pile of charred logs, Brian failing to provide even a fraction of the same warmth.
“Because I love you, and as of late, I’m starting to wonder if you love me too.”
He stood, walking over to where she was in a timely manner, his long legs carrying him quickly. Her breath hitched at their sudden proximity, her surprise only growing when he gripped his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward and capturing her lips in a long awaited union.
She loathed that her stiff figure was melting into him faster than she would like to admit, and she even more, she loathed the fact she knew she always would.
He was able to taste her tears that hadn’t ceased to roll down her face, the bitter droplets seeping onto the tip of his tongue. He pulled away, his right hand caressing her cheekbone while his forehead rested upon hers. His bottom lip quivered, a wave of emotions hitting him like a hurricane in full force.
His eyes become glassy, and all at once, tears flood his eyesight, pouring down his flushed features. He looked down, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The bawling didn’t stop as he had hoped, though, it just slowed, the liquid dropping onto her shirt.
“I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. And ’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry, darling.”
She smiled softly, lightly massaging the top of his scalp, his locks growing frizzy.
“I know. But it’s just so hard- It seems everyone is getting married, and settling down. Hell, even Fred has his cats.”
They both laughed, and she chewed her bottom lip, a habit of hers that Bri had picked up on in the time he’d known her.
“I just get lonely, Bri, and it feels like you never let me know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. That’s all, honest to God.”
They moved to sit down, and he pulled closer than they had been in ages.
“I’ll support you in any way shape or form, no matter what, yeah?”
She simply nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.
“Yeah. I know.”
Raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head, choosing his next words carefully.
“And if you’re serious about, y’know, having a family and ‘settling down’ and everything, I’ll do it.”
She met his eyes, her smile growing wider.
“Really?”
He hummed, nodding his head. “I love you, and this house is far too quiet.”
She giggled, tossing her arms around his neck and throwing herself on him.
“I must say I agree.”
After the grins had retreated into soft smiles, and the two had come to a much more stolid point, she sat up, patting her lap.
Brian understood immediately, laying his tired head down and allowing her to play with his hair. She moved her hands to oh so lightly trace the crook of his nose and the bags under his eyes (from the late nights he spent performing, wishing he was in the exact position he was in now), the ticklish feeling making him nuzzle into her hand with a whine.
She couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful boy beneath her, as even with all the work that there was to be done between them, she felt confident that he was in it for the long haul.
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me @ u for reading that
ty for reading, like and rb if u wanna :) go drink some water and eat some protein if u can!
as always, xx hj <3
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hi, do you have some Johnlock shower sex fics (maybe bottomlock) ? thank you,love your blogs
Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Καλημέρα (or good afternoon depending where your from😁) Would you by any chance have any fics of john and sherlock like showering together? It could be smut or not, I just think that showering with your s/o is kinda cute and they would be adorable 🥺 Thank You 🥰
Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hey, I was wondering if you have any fluffy bath-sharing fics?
Hi Nonny!
Aww, thanks, I’m glad you enjoy my blog!
AHHHH Okay so I know I have a tonne of fics with Shower Sex, but I haven’t started retagging fics until recently with this because someone asked me AGES ago with them, LOL
SHOWERING / BATHING TOGETHER
Through A Glass by Mildredandbobbin (M, 2,012 w., 1 Ch. || Voyeurism, Masturbation, First Kiss) – There is an adjoining door in the bathroom at 221B that leads into Sherlock’s bedroom. The door, from the bathroom to Sherlock’s bedroom, is made of three glass, semi-opaque panels. It has suddenly come to Sherlock’s attention that if he stands in exactly the right spot in his bedroom he can see through said panels, and more to the point, can see John.
Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.
Uninhibited by 221b_hound (M, 4,293 w., 1 Ch. || Bathing/Washing, Naked Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Big Brother Mycroft, Relationship Negotiation, Massage, Sherlock Has a Low Libido, Pet Names) – Sherlock and John have been apart for the first time since Sherlock returned from the dead. Neither of them has had a good day. John's gets worse when Mycroft comes to Baker Street in Sherlock's absence to warn John Watson against disappointing his brother by expecting things to change. Mycroft has misjudged things rather badly. But finally he sods off and leaves John and Sherlock to reconnect, to give and receive comfort, and show each other that they are, indeed, perfectly matched. Part 15 of Unkissed
Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.
What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by moonblossom (E, 5,051 w., 1 Ch. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others
The Bathing Habits of Dr. John H. Watson by scullyseviltwin (T, 5,077 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Happy Endings, Domestics, Baths, Slice of Life Snippets) – The knocks come crisply—three raps and then a long span of quiet. Slumping down further, John makes every effort to ignore the intrusion and relaxes as best he can in the less-than-ideal space available. If he doesn’t move, maybe he’ll be left in peace. There’s a brief respite of silence and then, again, three more raps on the door, in faster succession this time, followed by, “John, it’s been an hour, how can you possibly—” “We agreed two, two hours.” There’s no room for argument; John’s tone makes that very clear.It sounds as though Sherlock’s mouth is pressed right to the door when he next speaks. “What if I need the toilet!?”
Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.
Johnlock Ficlet Collection by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 11,505+ w., 16/? Ch. [WiP] | Random Ficlets, Pining, Angst, Fluff & Smut, Parentlock, AU’s, First Kiss, Character POV’s) - Just a collection of Johnlock ficlets, originally posted on my Tumblr page.
I'll Meet You in Hong Kong by alexxphoenix42 (E, 12,767 w., 5 Ch. || Freebatch RPF || Phone / Shower Sex, Infidelity, Polyamory, Bit of Angst, Cuddles) – Benedict and Martin's busy, busy schedules have them grabbing a few nights together in Hong Kong during Ben's Doctor Strange junket. They both have news to share. While this does pick up after the story "Forever 1895," you don't absolutely have to read that one to dive on in here. Part 2 of Forever Freebatch
A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica
John Watson doesn't have a Boyfriend by naughtyspirit (E, 18,932 w., 7 Ch. || UST / URT, Fluff & Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation) – John's date has gone very well. Sherlock requires tea. John wishes he hadn't resolved that their relationship was strictly hands off and isn't about to address it. Unless he has to. Smut, fluff and shower time for a naked John Watson.
Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds
The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.
Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.
The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w., 6 Ch. || Five and Ones, Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Pining John, Showering Together, Couple for a Case, Sherlock’s Bum, Fantasies, Jealous Sherlock) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.
The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series
Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasim Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Prostate Massage, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging, Internalized Homophobia, Case as Foreplay) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They're in love. You know the drill.
The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w., 10 Ch. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary's betrayal and Sherlock's deceptions.
Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.
Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest
The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.
Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller, Switchlock, Rimming, Emotional Lovemaking, Lots of Sex, HJ/BJ’s) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe
Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.
Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.
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