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another-lost-mc · 10 months
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Mammon's the type of guy who will randomly remember that mc will die at a certain age and get sooo depressed, he can get this thoughts at midnight and go to mc's room just to wake them up and cry about their mortality
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You're right though, it makes sense that Mammon might do something like that. Mammon adores MC and he's going to be devastated even thinking about losing them, up until he and his brothers find a way to prevent it. Because he will not lose them, he can't–
For demons, the passage of time means just that. Days turn into months turn into years turn into centuries, and not much changes. Demons take for granted that Solomon is a rare exception, not the norm, when it comes to aging and mortality. Most humans talk about time differently than demons, too—they realize it's a rare, finite commodity they have to make the best of.
Take Mammon's precious human, for example. He starts to notice little groans or hisses of discomfort they make when their body aches in ways it never used to. They scrutinize their appearance in the mirror more often, and realize their skin's not as firm—and is that a grey hair?!
Maybe Asmo notices too, those times when he scrolls through his Devilgram feed to look back on fond memories with you. He sees you all the time, but looking at photos from a year ago? Five years ago? He can see how much you've changed.
If the demons haven't figured out a way to address their beloved human's mortality already, something is going to remind them that they're running out of time.
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[Mammon x gn!Reader, 0.6k words, sfw. Content warnings: references to death/mortality, grieving, angst.]
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Mammon put on the cheesy-lookin’ human world movie because it was long after midnight and sleep eluded him. He figured if it was as dumb as it looked, he might finally doze off.
By the time the end credits start rolling, he's a blubbering mess.
He’s always cracking jokes and making sarcastic commentary during bad movies. Ain’t that the whole point of watching ‘em, to have a good laugh?
But sometimes movies catch him off-guard, like the one tonight. Usually they’re films you pick, the ones you promise he will enjoy and you’ll accept the consequences if you’re wrong.
(Maybe you make everything so much better just by being there with him.)
Mammon doesn’t like to think about the possibility of you not being there anymore. He already has to deal with your visits to other realms which is annoying enough, but he can deal with that. It's the thought of you being gone forever, the thread of your human life inevitably cut when you grow old, or if something happens to you—
He hates thinking about it. It’s like a black hole inside him that traps his heart in a vicegrip and makes it impossible for him to breathe. He takes for granted that most humans aren’t like Solomon—you won’t be around forever, and he tries so desperately not to think about it because it kills him inside.
He tries to do what everyone else does: carrying on and basking in the warmth of your very existence without considering what comes next. If the others worry about the day when you suddenly won’t be there anymore, no one else says anything.
(But sometimes Asmo frowns when you peer at your reflection in the mirror and joke about the little wrinkles you’ve developed, and Beel shoves more food onto your plate when he thinks you’re not eating enough, and Levi complains that you’re too tired to pull all-nighters with him like you used to.)
He wipes his eyes and curses this damn movie about the lovey-dovey human couple growing old together, how they lived together and loved together and eventually died together. It should be romantic, but it fills him with dread.
Mammon looks down at the pact mark etched on his skin. One day you’ll disappear, and your pact mark will too. He won’t be able to chase after you anymore to keep reminding you that he’s yours, and you’re his.
He rushes across the house in a panic and ends up outside your bedroom. He can hear you snoring softly on the other side, but the familiar sound is a small comfort. He cracks the door open, and the light from the hallway spills across a familiar lump underneath your blankets. He doesn’t mean to wake you when he slips between your covers and melts into the warmth of your body as he wraps himself around you.
You peer at him sleepily, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “Wazza’matter?” you mumble with a yawn. You wrap an arm around his waist and snuggle closer to his chest. “Y’okay?”
Tears roll down his cheek and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He doesn’t answer right away—not until he suppresses the urge to sob uncontrollably, like he just did in his room.
“Just couldn’t sleep,” he whispers, and you’re too tired to notice the way his voice cracks.
“M'kay. G’night, Mammon,” you murmur as your breathing slows and your body relaxes in his arms.
He holds you close and matches his breathing with yours. He strokes your back and bites his lip whenever a new wave of tears fall from his eyes and drip onto your pillow.
He knows by morning the stains will be dry, the evidence of his despair washed away by time, just like you will be one day.
He's so exhausted but his heart is heavy. He doesn’t sleep.
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wynnyfryd · 7 months
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the kind of charm we need
written for @steddiemicrofic september prompt ‘charm’ + 548 words | rated T | pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, boys being dumb
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“‘Not the kind of charm we need,’” Steve mutters derisively to himself for the tenth time that day as they pull up to the cemetery curb.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dustin sighs, “your time and talents are sooo wasted on us, Steve, we get it.”
Max glares at him from the rearview like she agrees with Dustin, then shoves out of the backseat and slams the door shut behind her without a word.
Shit.
Steve watches her climb the hill, guilt rolling through his guts. Fuckin’ Nancy. There are bigger problems here.
Like, for example, the metalhead fugitive having a nervous breakdown in a boathouse.
“Oh, my god,” Lucas says from the backseat as the walkie crackles to life, Eddie’s quivering voice calling out for ‘Dustin? Anybody? Hello??’
He passes the walkie up to the front with a look like he’s debating whether or not to just smash the thing to pieces on the asphalt instead. “Can you maybe use your charm on Eddie before I murder him?”
“He’s in distress!” Dustin cries.
“He’s on my last nerve!”
“Seriously, anybody?? Please!”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, give me that.” Steve yanks the walkie out of Lucas’ hand, hauls himself out of the car — leans in to tell the two shitheads to stay put and shut up before he closes the door.
He leans against the driver’s side, head throbbing, body sore. Can’t tell if he’s too young or too old for this shit. He pushes the talk button with a begrudgingly slow press.
“Steve Harrington’s babysitting and distraction service, how may I help you? Over.”
“Stevie!” Eddie whoops, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear Steve’s voice. Steve knows he’s just excited to hear anyone’s voice, but. Hm. “Goddamn am I glad to- wait, where’s Henderson? Sinclair? Are they—?”
“They’re fine,” Steve assures before the creep of hysteria he hears can fully take hold. He kicks his heel against the front tire. “They’re waiting in the car. I’ve been instructed to, like, charm you into calming down, or whatever.”
“Charm me?” Eddie’s voice lilts with interest. Steve can almost see the smile, the way he licks across his front teeth.
“Just a— well, not a joke, but, like…” Steve trails off, gives up trying to explain. Nance has this way of making comments that cling like cactus spines. “Never mind.”
“No, no,” Eddie says. “Go on. I’m ready to be charmed.”
And maybe it’s the way Eddie says charmed like a snake scenting the air, or maybe it’s the stress of the day; maybe he’s finally having his own little mental breakdown as a treat, because for some insane reason he leans into whatever this is, pitches his voice all low and slippery and asks, “What are you wearing?”
Silence for a moment, and then Eddie cackles, the noise so loud it overwhelms the little speaker in the walkie, bursts of laughter breaking through the static noise. Steve finds himself laughing, too, a slow thing that builds and builds, swells inside him like blown glass until he’s warm and bright all over.
“Jesus,” Eddie breathes when he finally calms. “You’re— you’re ridiculous. Shit, man, I really needed that, you have no idea.”
Steve smiles to himself. Bites the inside of his cheek. Not the kind of charm we need.
No, but someone might.
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note: i am aware that this is canon adjacent (which is to say that i meant for it to take place in canon but i didn’t feel like rewatching the scene for total accuracy so like, canon can bite me it’s close enough)
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aliamanifests · 9 months
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persistence
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this is probably gonna be my last post before i retreat into a serious break because i have things outside this manifesting world i need to sort through (i’m extra happy don’t worry about me, nothing happened!) i always say i go on break but i never actually do or it lasts just a few days but i’m for real this time!
i wanted to leave before but i felt the urge to post this cause i feel there’s a lot of doubt and confusion around this topic.
many of you still view persisting as a chore, as something you HAVE TO do or else.. something you must do or else..
many of you still view persisting as a job, tiring annoying and something you don’t necessarily wanna do if it wasn’t because you are manifesting.
this stems from a complete lack of understanding of the law.
what is persistence?
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now i want you to pay particular attention to the second definition:
“the continued or prolonged existence of something.”
to persist within the law of assumption is to continue being.
nothing more nothing less, it is to just continue being who you decided that you are.
i’m sooo sure that all of you that are just approaching the law and are reading this post are having these specific thoughts right now:
“but i can’t live in my imagination forever”
“oh but i can’t imagine all the time, i have a life”
“yeah i persist but it’s tiring, i don’t wanna do all that”
“i have to persist so it manifests but i don’t have the time or the will to imagine all the time”
“i fulfill myself and persist but it doesn’t work”
or even..
“i get it! i wanna imagine all the time i don’t wanna do my daily tasks cause i just wanna live in imagination”
news flash:
YOU DON’T PERSIST IN THE IMAGINAL ACT. YOU PERSIST IN THE IMPLICATION THE IMAGINAL ACT MAKES ABOUT YOU.
no shit you find it tiring and see it as a job if you think you have to constantly visualize/affirm to persist in being.
whatever your imaginal act may be: IT IMPLICATES SOMETHING ABOUT YOU. IT CHANGES SOMETHING ABOUT YOU.
now i’m gonna take visualization as an example because i am a visualizer and this was exactly the mistake i kept falling into during my early days applying the law.
i thought i had to visualize my desire as much as i could, i saw imagination = visualization (for me) so to persist i must visualize all the time.
“i enjoy it, what’s wrong about it?”
look at yourself, look at your intentions: why are you doing this?
why are you constantly affirming/visualizing?
okay you like it, but why?
my assumption is that you are using imagination as an escape from what you deem reality. you still see your 3D as reality instead of a mere reflection of your state in imagination and use imagination as an escape from what you decided is reality.
you see this world of shadows, you don’t like it you think: i can visualize this!
which isn’t inherently wrong in itself but LOOK at your intentions. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE IMPLYING WITH YOUR ACTIONS/DECISIONS.
if that’s what your doing this means you don’t understand the law. you don’t understand that imagination is reality and you don’t understand what persisting actually is.
you’re always persisting in being
“i can’t live in imagination all the time, i want my desire in front of me!!”
well boo, hate to break it to you but when you come to me and tell me these things i genuinely think your dumb and i’m not even gonna bother replying to your question to try and help you.
why? because first of all it’s clear you haven’t even taken the time out of your day to read my posts, if not the source at least read the posts of the person you wanna ask a question to.
second of all.
WHAT ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING ABOUT THE SENTENCE “IMAGINATION IS REALITY”?
imagination IS reality because YOU ARE ALREADY LIVING INSIDE IMAGINATION.
how?
YOU MAKE ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT WHO YOU ARE ALL THE DAMN TIME.
what’s wrong about these assumptions is that you create them based on this world of shadows that is inherently reflecting you instead of actually allowing yourself to be and have whoever the fuck you want in this world BECAUSE YOU ARE GOD.
YOU PERSIST IN BEING SOMEONE ALL THE DAMN TIME.
RIGHT NOW YOU’RE PERSISTING IN BEING UNLOVED, UNCHOSEN, UNWANTED, POOR, BROKE, UNSUCCESSFUL BASED ON WHAT???
YOUR ASSUMPTIONS!!!!!
you look at this world of shadows that is reflecting YOU and think “YEP that is the end! that is who i am i can’t do anything about it! that’s my identity forever!”
YOU ASSUME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF ALL DAY EVERY DAY!!!!!
and you’re not constantly visualizing scenarios in which you’re unloved and unwanted, are you?
you’re not constantly visualizing scenarios in which you are poor and broke, are you?
you’re not constantly visualizing scenarios in which you are unsuccessful and insecure, are you?
RIGHT!!!!
you’re just assuming that you are..
YEAH.. shocker right?
do you or do you not understand that imagination IS reality?
did you or did you not wake up to who you actually are?
if God is within you, if YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF GOD, if you truly realized that we were put on this earth to realize our power and put it to the extreme tests to live this lovely human life to the fullest, if you ACTUALLY realized this… do you understand that you can BE AND HAVE whatever the fuck you want?
if you UNDERSTAND FULLY that this life is simply a reflection of your wonderful imagination.. do you understand that ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO CHANGE IS IMAGINATION?
THE SCRIPT HAS BEEN FLIPPED! YOU DON’T HAVE TO TAKE ANYTHING YOU DON’T WANT. YOU CAN HAVE AND BE WHOEVER YOU WANT AND IT’LL BE REFLECTED.
you can actually create a new identity for yourself inside of imagination and stick with it because that’s who you truly are!!!
remember this:
YOU DON’T PERSIST IN THE IMAGINAL ACT. YOU PERSIST IN THE IMPLICATION OF THE IMAGINAL ACT.
let’s say you want your person back, how would i properly go about it?
if i wanted to use a method: i would imagine a scene that implies we are together, enjoy it fully, leaving the world outside of myself and feeling what i TRULY want to feel. i would internalize that there are infinite realities and i am just choosing the reality i would like to experience right now, i leave the outer world alone because right now it is showing me something i don’t want. i recognize it is another reality i previously created and whatever i see is LOCKED to that state, i’m not CHANGING THAT STATE, i’m choosing another one to experience that already exists or else i wouldn’t even want it. when i open my eyes i know that i am what my imaginal scene implied. i know i am that which i want to be despite the opposition of the senses because I KNOW imagination IS THE ONLY reality. this is when persistence comes in: what am i persisting in? I’M PERSISTING IN THE KNOWING THAT I AM WHAT MY IMAGINAL ACT IMPLIED. i actually am in the relationship of my dreams and i persist because that’s the only truth.
if i didn’t want to use a method: i decide/choose i already am who i want to be because i can see it with my mind’s eye, i imagine i already am who i want to be without needing to close my eyes and see it in a scene. i know i am who i want to be in imagination, it’s undeniable cause the moment i assume something about myself i instantly see it in imagination. now who did i decide to be? i decided to be in the relationship of my dreams with my person. what do i persist in? i persist in knowing that’s who i actually am now.
DONE! FINITO.
notice how i didn’t talk about the 3D expression. not even once.
i know that imagination is the only reality and i know that this life is SIMPLY imagination reflected, so when i put on some clothes do i go and check the mirror to see if i’m actually dressed or naked? I KNOW I’M CLOTHED, i don’t need the mirror to check if i’m naked or not.
ask me again “how do i believe imagination is the only reality?” and i’m gonna slap you across the face.
YOU JUST BELIEVE IT. YOU JUST ACCEPT IT.
TEST HOW THIS WORKS.
not IF IT WORKS. TEST HOW.
imagine something and assume that your imaginal act is FACT and not the act going on on the outside.
and when the old man tries to come back what do you do?
BE INDIFFERENT.
THAT’S NOT WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE. ACCEPT A NEW IDENTITY IN ITS PLACE.
you already experienced all that you could experience in that state, so accept a new identity NOW.
the 3D is not your enemy. it cannot do anything on its own.
it follows your state and it adapts to you without you needing to adapt to it.
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anxious-lee · 2 months
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Ask || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||
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A/N: what can I say? they inspire me. you know what else inspires me? the agonizing lack of content there is for them 💀
Ship: Huskerdust
No beta, we die for our craft
Word count: 1,720
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One wouldn't typically think of obnoxious behavior as out of character for Angel Dust, but this was a tad excessive. In a way that spells out exactly what he wants, if you know what to look for.
Angel had a very particular set of needs, some being more overt than others, but one facet of his desire was not known to many. Ironically, his incessant jabber of licking holes and getting punished weren't nearly as vulnerable as this information was. He never told his nightly flings, he never told Valentino, and he rarely became close enough to anyone to be able to share.
Angel Dust, the world-renowned porn star, loved to be tickled.
Now, some might say this could very easily fit into his menagerie of BDSM kinks. But that's what was so humiliating. It wasn't a kink. It wasn't sexy. It was romantic. Even downright fond.
His need would be fulfilled from time to time as partners or clients sought playfulness, but he wouldn't bring up his appreciation of it. Merely went along with and pretended to hate it. How far that was from the truth.
The obvious downside to this, of course, is that no one is available to satisfy your lee moods. Like today, for example.
The minute Angel woke up, he knew today was going to be one of those days.
The thoughts were driving him mad. He needed someone to hold him and touch him and take away his control in a way that had nothing to do with pain or power. It was about trust and love and sharing and fucking christ, does he sound like a hippie.
The thought of telling Husk did cross his mind, seeing as how they were now a month into their relationship, but he quickly banished it to where all the other scary thoughts go. Surely, he would laugh at him or look at him with disgust.
He couldn't risk it this time.
Not with Husk.
Not with him.
Fortunately, there was an option B. You see, he already loved to get on people's nerves, and that happened to be the most successful way to get tickled. As retribution.
The hotel guests, of course, didn't pick up on Angel's different behavior. They merely gave him a smirk or an eye-roll, but nothing more. Except, of course, Husk.
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Angel sauntered over to the bar counter where his pussycat was busy at work polishing bottles.
"Mornin', Whiskers. Did ya dream of me?" Angel said, batting his eyelashes.
Husk chuckled. "Yeah, I did. It was the noisiest dream of my afterlife."
Angel gasped in mock offense and pouted. "I thought you liked our little chats!"
"I do when I'm not working. Just sit tight until I'm on my break, we can go cuddle as much as you want then, okay?"
"But that's sooo long from now!"
Returning to his bottles, Husk half-turned away from Angel, who was growing antsy.
He waited a couple of moments, then very swiftly poked his bartender in the arm.
"Baby, I can't talk right now, I'm busy."
Another poke.
"Fuck, can't you wait 5 minutes?" Husk sighed with a hint of annoyance.
It seemed to be working. One more push should send him over the edge.
Angel plucked the rag out of Husk's paw and held it out of his reach.
Husk finally turned to face his boyfriend.
Was this it? Was he gonna snap and tickle him senseless for pestering him?
The cat leaned forward, grabbed the rag, and went back to his task after giving Angel a tired glare.
It was obvious to the spider that his lover wouldn't bite. Defeated, he left the bar to find something else to distract himself with.
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It was a few hours later when Angel found himself cuddled up next to Husk watching a movie. It was some crime boss flick, something-or-other. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't paying much attention to it. The incessant thoughts of laughter and smiles spun 'round his head, keeping his focus off of the gunfight happening on-screen.
On impulse, Angel started playing with Husk's ears, plucking and pulling and flicking in any way he could to get a rise out of him.
"What the- stop! I'm trying to watch." The cat said.
"I ain't doing nothing~"
Next, Angel gave a teensy little push to Husk's tophat, just enough to put it off-center.
"If you're that bored, why'd you pick this movie?" Was the reply.
"Who said I was bored? I'm very entertained," Angel said.
And finally, he twirled his finger around the tail beside him like a spaghetti noodle and gave it a tug.
That seemed to do the trick. Husk's face whipped to meet Angel's.
"What is going on with you? You've been pressing my buttons all day. What's the matter? You feeling friskier than normal or somethin'?" Husk was confused, and annoyed certainly, but more than anything, curious. This wasn't typical Angel Dust behavior. This was a cry for help. In regards to what, he had no idea.
Angel certainly wasn't giving him any help. "I don't know what you're talking about," he quipped with a smile tugging at his lips.
Husk watched him for a moment, then seemingly gave up and returned to cuddling in front of the movie.
It only frustrated Angel more. What was with this guy?! It didn't normally take THIS much effort to instigate a good tickle fight! And the cuddling made everything worse. Like waving a bone in front of a dog. He was given just enough touch to drive him crazy but not enough to satisfy his hunger.
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Several days had gone by, and Angel's lee mood persisted, and Husk still wasn't taking the bait. The spider began to wonder if he would ever get tickled again at this rate.
One night, the two sinners were sitting in bed together, being on their phones or reading. It was quiet nights in with each other like these that they treasured more than anything.
Angel had lost almost all hope of actually getting tickled. No matter what he tried to get Husk's goat, nothing worked. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
Husk was so enraptured by the book in front of him that he didn't notice the mischievous look creeping onto his boyfriend's face.
Angel snatched the book out from Husk's nose and dangled it in front of him. "Why would you want to look at some ol' book when you could be looking at meee~?"
Husk gave the usual huff and eye-roll.
Angel waited for a moment, then set the book aside in order to sprawl across Husk's lap with his hands supporting his head.
"What's the matter, Whiskers?" He emphasized the provoking nickname. "Am I botherin' ya?"
Angel pursed his lips and gave the kitty's nose a boop.
For a moment, it was silent as Husk looked down at his lover in what looked to be...
An epiphany.
Then came the chuckle.
"You know, if you wanted it so bad, you coulda just asked," Husk sultry said.
What?
What did that-
Angel didn't have time to finish the thought before Husk's claws were dancing nimbly on his sides. He squealed in startlement, and the giggles came flowing out. As much as his body wanted to worm and wriggle away from the touch, his heart was exactly where it wanted to be. Where he needed to be. But what Husk had said-
"Whahat does thahahat mehehean?!" The spider queried.
"Don't act like you haven't been trying to provoke me into ticklin' you this whole time. Honestly, it all seems kinda obvious now," Husk laughed, "Can't believe I didn't piece it together sooner."
Wait, he knew?!
Abort, abort, abort!
"I dohont know whahahat you're tahahalking abohohout!"
"Relax, I ain't judging," Husk assured warmly, "I've heard of far stranger things than a pesky little brat who wants to relinquish control every now and then. 'Sides, I can't say it's not adorable." His voice took on a more teasing tone at that last statement.
And Angel noticed it.
His face began burning hellfire red as the claws at his sides still scribbled furiously, and his giggles now elevated to laughter.
"Ihihit's NOHOHOT!" Angel cried indignantly.
"Uh huh. And what do you call this?" Husk darted his hands up to the spider's neck and scritched and scratched into every nook and cranny he could reach.
Glass could shatter at the pitch Angel shrieked. His chortles returned to snickers and giggles as he tried to invert his head into his body like a turtle. What's more, he even began to 'tee-hee'. Like a coquettish little school girl. How humiliating.
"Seems pretty cute to me~," Husk cooed with a saccharine smile.
Angel couldn't tell if he loved it or hated it.
"I've never seen this smile on you before! Maybe I should tickle you all the time."
Definitely loved it.
Husk ran his claws down from his neck to his shoulders all the way down to his underarms.
The spider's arms snapped with the strength of a bear trap. He screeched with all his might and began to cackle. This was the most pleasant hell he's ever been in! His face-splitting grin wasn't just from all the laughing. He hoped Husk knew that.
The cat in question jumped at the loud noise. "Woah! Didn't realize this was a bad spot. You okay down there?" His fingers slowing for a second.
Angel could not nod fast enough.
Husk could feel his icy heart melting. Christ, the things this boy did to him. He'd keep this up all night if it kept Angel happy and free and forgetful of his troubles.
"Alright, just let me know when you've had enough," and with that, Husk tickled his pits harder than he did before, "But next time, just ask for this instead of purposely getting on my nerves. I'd rather just give you the love without the headache, okay baby?"
And he did.
It wasn't easy for Angel, but part of this new dynamic was learning to trust each other, hoping that the other would catch them when they fell. Every moment they spent together proved that they would.
But for now, all that was left was Angel's blissful laughter, Husk's light-hearted teases, and five nosy tennants listening in from beyond the door.
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The more tickle scenes I write, the harder it is to think of new things to say lol 😅
Thank you all so much for the kind feedback, you guys are why I write ❤️
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talaok · 2 years
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Hey! Can you do one of Joe where he and the reader are shooting a movie together and they have to shoot a sex scene and they both end up horny? thankss
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
summary: Today's the day you have to shoot the infamous sex scene with your least favorite co-star, Joseph Quinn. And, even if you certainly didn't expect it, you find yourself confusingly turned on by it.
warnings: SMUT: unprotected sex
a/n: Sooo... I tried something here and it's probably not what you had in mind when you requested this, but I was tired of making the reader a simp, so.. here we are. I hope you'll still like it 
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THE PROPOSAL
You were so bored you thought you were gonna die. Today was the day. The set was closed. The unnecessary staff was sent home and you were in your trailer, wearing a rope with just underwear underneath, waiting for someone to call you and tell you it was time. You had to film the sex scene today. The director had been talking about it for weeks and so had your co-starts. You hated all the fuss around it. It was just pretend-sex, most of the time it was even fun. That was, of course, when the other actor wasn't a total creep, like the time you worked with James Franco and he kept touching you even when the cameras weren't rolling, or, when you didn't despise your colleague, just like this time, unfortunately for you. It's not that you hated Joseph Quinn entirely, it was just that he was so.... much. Like, he always had something to say or do and he was constantly joking or fidgeting and just being so annoyingly exuberant that you sometimes dreamed about taking his head in your hands and screaming at him to calm the fuck down. Ok, maybe you did hate him, but you sure as hell had your reasons, and it's not as if he liked you lots either. It was a miracle you two still hadn't torn the skin off of each other. from the moment you met at the table read, it was clear you couldn't stand each other, so you started avoiding him, as he did the same. You thought of yourself as a professional, and being one, you always treated him with respect when you shot together, smiling politely and pretending to not wanna roll your eyes at everything he said. A dream colleague, as to say. him, on the other hand, obviously wasn't a professional as much as you, since he definitely didn't hold back on eye rolls or snarky comments. but it was fine, you could look past that, you were an actor after all, and acting like you didn't want to punch him was a fairly easy job. The problem now was that today, you had to do a lot more than say a few lines to each other, Oh no. you had to pretend to have passionate and loving sex with him. Wich was a tiny bit diffrent. You had no idea how you were gonna do it. Being a good actress was something, but this... you needed to be Maryl Streep kinda good to do this. But there was nothing to do. you had tried talking to the director, telling him that perhaps the scene wasn't necessary, or that maybe it could have been done in a different way, without you in it, for example, but it hadn't worked, and so now, there you were. "Y/N, it's time" your assistant stated, as she opened your trailer's door. You took a deep breath "let's do this".
"there she is" Joseph said as you stepped on set "late as always" he whispered to you as you got next to him. You exhaled through your nose, already annoyed "Hi to you too" you said, giving him the fakest of smiles. You looked around. It was a nice set, It was supposed to be His character's (Adrian) bedroom. It looked like the inside of one of those little houses you find in villages in the mountains. The walls and roof were all wood, or at least, made to look like it. In the middle of the room was a huge bed with two wooden bedside tables on each side and there were about 10 candles lit all over the place, giving it a really romantic atmosphere "Ok guys, you know how this works" The director, Mark, said, stepping closer to the two of you. "There isn't a script for this scene because I want it to be as raw and real as possible. the only thing you have to remember is that you both love each other immensely" he explained enthusiastically. "Adrian just saved your life Maya!" he exclaimed, using your character's name. "And now, finally, you get to be with the man you love, and you, Adrian" he turned to Joseph " finally get to be with the woman you have longed and fought for so long" he said, obviously very into the narrative. "So I wanna see the passion, ok guys?" Mark asked. You and joseph turned to each other and raised your eyebrows "Of course" you answered in sync.
You took off your robe and placed it on your chair while also taking off your slippers. You took a deep breath and turned around, starting to walk towards the bed, but just as you did, you heard a stroked sound coming from your left. You frowned and turned around, just in time to catch Joseph's eyes scanning your whole body while his mouth opened slightly as he swallowed thickly, clearly hypnotized by your figure. You smiled to yourself, proud of the reaction you had caused, and pretended not to have noticed him, continuing to the bed. You got underneath the covers and set up against the headboard, waiting for him. He was talking to someone, probably his assistant and as she walked away he took off his robe and placed it on his chair, just like you had. You held your breath and bit your lower lip as your eyes took him in. How had you never noticed how fit he is? His arms were strong and his chest was big and muscular. He looked...hot. Wow, you would have never imagined finding someone you hated so much that attractive. But there you were, in complete awe of him. Your eyes traveled up his body once again, this time finding his. Oh no, you thought as you felt your cheeks redden. He smirked smugly and raised an eyebrow, walking towards you. "See something you like?" "Oh please, you wish" you lied, as he got in the bed. You were side by side, looking at each other, trying to get in character when Mark yelled action. You didn't have time to even process that before Joseph crashed his lips with yours in a passionate and rough kiss. It took you a second, but you started to reciprocate, granting his tongue access to your mouth, and pulling him closer by the back of his head. You moaned softly into his mouth and he put his hand behind your back and let it roam free. You whimpered at his touch, and as much as you would have liked to pretend you were reacting in character, that was all you. His hand traveled up to the back of your head and he took a fist of your hair, pushing your face against his. God, who knew he had it in him? Without warning and without breaking the kiss he got on top of you. "You're so beautiful" he murmured against your lips. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you swallowed thickly. God, get it together Y/N! You smiled at the compliment and intertwined your arms behind his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and pretended to position himself at your entrance. He moved some hair away from your face with a gentle caress and smiled genuinely. "I love you" he whispered. You looked up at him with heart eyes(You deserved an oscar after this) and whispered "God, I love you too Adrian", right before he pretended to push into you delicately. You moaned and started to move with him, simulating the act, making your tits bounce with each movement. You opened your eyes to look at him and saw how, just for a moment he broke the character, remaining amazed by the beautiful sound you'd just made. You internally grinned proudly, as you produced another moan, this time louder. "Oh, Adrian" you cried out, throwing your head back against the pillow and digging your nails into his back. You could see in his eyes how hard he was trying to concentrate, and you couldn't be happier about how hard you were making it for him. His eyes kept shifting from your breasts to your filthy mouth and he felt like if it weren't for the cameras pointed at him, he would have cummed there and then, and he hated himself for it. What was he, 13? But you were just too hot, there, moaning underneath him, biting your lip in ecstasy and shutting your eyes close from the pleasure. If this is what you looked like when you pretended to have sex, he couldn't imagine what you were like when you did it for real. You moaned again, this time even louder and he snapped out of his thoughts. Right, there was a scene to shoot. "God,Maya" he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. He sounded so sexy. he took your hands in his, pushing them against the mattress, and you couldn't help but wish for a moment that this was really happening, and that you weren't just shooting a corny sex scene. "cut!" Joseph didn't move. He looked at you and bit his lip, he opened his mouth to say something but closed it immediately again. You could see confusion across his eyes. You looked at him with the same stupor and swallowed nervously. "he said cut" "oh yeah, sorry" he said, clearing his trough and getting off of you. What just happened?
"hi" joseph said as he entered your trailer. Oh no, not again. You had just finished shooting the scene and it had been confusingly both the worst and the best thing ever. You needed to get away from him to get a clear head. I mean, it was impossible that you actually fancied him, right? you hated him. You hated him, you really did, but that, unfortunately, didn't exclude the fact that you still wanted to fuck him. Oh god, this was terrible. "Joe, listen I need to go home, so whether this is, can it wait till tomorrow morning?" you asked, getting up from your chair and taking your bag to show him you were being serious. " I just wanted to talk" "about what?" you asked annoyed "about before" You swallowed thickly "there's nothing to talk about" you stated, feigning confidence. "Oh, come on, don't pull that bullshit with me Y/N, I know you felt it too" he said, irritated. "What are you talking about Quinn?" you lied "Listen," he said, coming to stand in front of you" I'm not here to declare my love or any of that bullshit, all right?" You rolled your eyes, there was no point in faking naivete, he obviously had figured you out. "I have a proposal" he bit down a smirk. God, he was so hot and so punchable at the same time. "You let me fuck you this one time, so we can get it out of our systems, and then we can forget about it and go back to hating each other" You chuckled "You're kidding right?" "C'mon, I know you want it Y/N, don't play dumb now" he said irritated, as he brought his right hand up behind your neck. "just once" he placed his other hand on your waist " and then we'll pretend it never happened" he whispered against your neck. His hot breath sent tingles all over your body. You never had much willpower anyway. "Whatever Quinn" you mumbled as you let your bag fall to the ground and grabbed his face, kissing him roughly, your hands grabbing his hair and without doubt messing them up as he gripped your neck and forced his tongue into your mouth, all while stumbling towards the make-up table. You stopped once the back of your legs hit it and without breaking the kiss he leaned down and pushed everything that was on it onto the ground. You gasped, most of that stuff was really expensive. "get on there" he growled, and you did as told. He smirked and opened his mouth but you cut him off before he could say something stupid "Don't even start, I'm just horny" you breathed out."He laughed softly "Well, then that makes two of us sweetheart" he whispered before going back to kissing you. He was in between your legs and you could already feel his erection through trough his pants, so you started grinding against it, desperate for any kind of friction. The bastard grinned at your impatience and abruptly pushed your dress up, starting to caress and squeeze your ass, making you whimper into his mouth. You desperately started to tug at his belt, trying to get it off him. "I knew I was right" he smirked proudly and you rolled your eyes, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. "Shut up and fuck me" you exhaled as you put your hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a desperate kiss. "gladly" he purred as he undid his belt swiftly and pulled down his boxers and pants. He kissed you again, briefly before he moved your panties to the side and pushed into you completely, earning a clamorous moan from you. He smirked and, without even giving you the time to adjust started pounding into you aggressively, making the whole table shake. Everything he hadn't thrown off of it before was now falling on the ground, and probably you would have hated yourself for it tomorrow, but that was a future you problem, present you, was getting fucked out of her mind and had other things to think about. "Lemme see your tits" he said as he grabbed the top of your dress and pushed it downwards, revealing your breasts. He groaned "Fuck yeah", as he continued thrusting into you. "Oh my fucking god Joe!" you shouted as he leaned down to take your right tit into his mouth, and started sucking on it. He took your nipple into his mouth and softly bit it, as his left hand made its way to your clit and started massaging it. You were moaning so loud you were certain people outside could hear, but who cared. "Oh god, please Joe" you cried out as he kept sucking, thrusting, and massaging. This man obviously knew what he was doing. "I-I-I'm gonna cum" you moaned as he let your breast go from his mouth, spread your legs more, and pounded into you even harder, smugly looking straight at you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. "That's right, cum on my cock Y/N, make me feel how good you can squeeze me" he groaned. "Oh fu-fuck" you stuttered as he sped up his hand's movements. You felt a familiar pressure form your lower belly. He groaned at the feeling "Oh fuck you feel so f-ucking good" he hissed, clearly close too. You were getting closer and closer. "Cum for me baby" he grunted. and you did, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed you as you threw your head back and your eyes fluttered shut while you shouted his name. Joseph groaned loudly at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. "Shit Y/N" he whispered, as he continued pushing into you, making you ride out your high. Just as you came down from it his thrust became sloppy, he was about to come. "O-Oh,f-fuck" he groaned as he pulled out of you at the last second and his cum shot onto your belly and dress. That was gonna be hard to clean. He exhaled deeply and put his head on your shoulder. You stayed there for a few moments. Just silently catching your breath and taking in all that had just happened. He chuckled "that was fun" "it was" you agreed He pushed himself off of you and pulled his pants and boxers up. "I still don't like you" you reminded him. "Oh, don't worry. The feeling's mutual" he grinned.
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luffyvace · 3 months
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Heyooo :D
Robin's anon back (ngjfnjff this is so funny to type I hope you don't mind 😭😭), could I request Robin with a male s/o who always take care of the crew ? (He's either like a big bro or a father for some of them) For example : He always makes sure Zoro sleeps in a comfortable position whenever he suddenly takes a nap after training, he always brings to Nami new inks, maps, pens..., candies for Chopper (just like Robin hehehehe), food for Luffy... but in process he kinda neglects himself because he prioritizes the crew above all.
Thank you again for your kindness and I wish you an amazing day/night. ❤️😊
OH HIII ROBIN’S ANON!! i don’t mind you addressing yourself as that at all it’s how i remember you:) 😭!
AWW male s/o sounds so sweet! of course i’ll do this request!!
anytime anyday anon💗💗 you have a wonderful day/night as well <3
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YIPPIE I LOVE THIS GIF OF ROBIN<3
ENJOY YOUR HEADCANONS LOVELY ANONYMOUS!!
sooo!
your so helpful!!
“SNACKS! oh gee thanks m/n!”
-luffy
”mmmm…huh? PUT ME DOWN?! oh..hmm…zzzz”
-zoro
”come in! oh m/n, what’s up? is that for me?! thanksss m/n!! your the best! i was running out of paper actually!!….just for the record i don’t owe you any beri for this you know..😗”
-nami
”ahh! m/n! actually i need your help with something…i had usopp to build this shelf for my books only to realize it’s too high..could you get that red one down and..maybe make it lower? hahah 😅”
-chopper
”ohhh! m/n! look! it’s my latest invention!! the only problem is..i’m missing a key piece…see here? it needs something to generate it! could you go back to the island and find something for me?? thanks a lot! i knew i could count on you!”
-usopp
”MMMM/NNNNNNN!!!! MOOOORE SNAAAAAAAAACKS!!”
-luffy..again
”m/n! i’m trying to cook dinner but luffy keeps pestering me! think you could wrestle luffy to go play outside or something?!”
-sanji
”oi! m/n just in time! i need you to go help me test out this SUUUUUUPERRRRR new upgrade i’m making to the sunny! go unfurl the sails!”
-franky
”WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THE LOG POSE IS FACE A COMPLETE 180!! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”
”oh! whoops! i asked m/n to unfurl the sails so i could-“
💥💥 😓 😬 😡✊
(yes this sequence again)
”M/N FIX THIS NOW”
-nami
”m/n!! how very good to see you! i’ve come up with a new song! would you like to hear it? very well—i shall play!”
-brook
you ran to the library as soon as you could and flopped into one of the chairs
a hand touched your shoulder and you wanted to just completely melt away from how tired you were
and yet you were gonna have to help another person
nope!
just robin:)
i mean you didn’t mind helping but…today’s been a long day
robin sits next to you
you air your complaints and get a lot of much needed stress off your shoulders
she sprouts two hands from your back to massage your shoulders and it felt really good
she gives you advice to start saying ‘no’ a little more and that it’s okay to take some time for yourself
she scolds you only a bit when you do this but only because she cares
and especially because she loves you
💗
robin had a hand in the bathroom preparing you a hot bath while you vented to her
after you were done she told you about the shower
and boy it was a real steamy one
just what you needed
robin always knows just what to do when your exhausted
but would prefer if you’d simply solve the problem at hand
LOL
she lectures you about this and man does it drag on
oh well you’d much rather hear her soothing voice than overexert yourself
she recommends you things like meditation and reading
and maybe even to go to chopper about it
especially if things get physical like your back or arms hurt
zoros’ heavy ok?
spawns a bunch of arms to chop your back if that’s what you need
shes the best really
brings you drinks and honestly just caters to you until your feeling better
by then your ready for a hot meal and some sleep
which is exactly what happens thankfully
you two holds hands in your sleep and cuddle a little closer that night
SO SWEET 🥲
these were shorter than my norm
it’s ok bc quality over quantity right?? you can always request more i’m just sleepy rn 😋
also this was in a slightly different writing style than usual so i hope you like!! it’s not permanent tho
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throneofsapphics · 6 months
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someone who loves you wouldn’t do this
Feysand x f!Reader
Summary: Angst-tober Day 12, “You can run, we’ll find you every time.” with Feysand 
Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of kidnapping, murder, dark feysand, torture? sort of, dubcon, dark feysand, smut-ish, minors dni!
A/N: sooo I accidentally posted it this morning, but I've re-edited it now!
kink/angst-tober masterlist
“You can run, we’ll find you every time.” A shiver ran down your spine. Not necessarily the words themselves, but how he said it - as if it were something normal. His mild tone and the small quirk of lips told you he thought running away was just a hobby of yours, just a way to tease them. Like you didn’t crave your freedom with every inch of your being, like the siren call of the outside world wasn’t your entire focus, day in and out. 
There was nothing you could hide from him, any walls you built up were torn down without a second thought. You could only run because he let you. He desired the chase, the hunt, and eventually the capture. Once, you made it beyond the borders of Prythian, fleeing for the continent. When he discovered the village hiding you, he made you watch as they slaughtered every last adult who helped. From the sweet older female who gave you a job, to your landlord, and to the few friends you’d made over the months you settled there. 
The early fall winds whipped brutally against your cheeks as you sprinted, pushing your Fae body to the absolute limits. A small pack tugged at your shoulders uncomfortably, but there wasn’t time to fix that, not now. You finally broke the city wards with relief flushing your entire being. Made it. You were free, free from Velaris. But, you knew you weren’t out of danger yet. As long as you stayed in the Night Court it would be much easier for them to find you. So, you found yourself on the continent. 
The freedom lasted six months before she came. 
“Rhys fetched you last time, it was my turn.” She said, leaning against your doorway. You wished you could winnow, you could do something to escape, but Cauldron boil you, you were trapped. The only way out would be to overpower her and there’s no chance you could do that. “But - he insisted on coming this time. “He’s making an example of your friends,” she said with a bitter tone.
“Please,” your voice was hoarse, “please don’t.” and you fell to your knees, prepared to beg for their lives. 
“None of that,” she tutted. “It will only make it worse for them.” 
A broken cry left your lips as she curled her fingers in. 
Helpless against them and subject to their whims and moods. Maybe … maybe if you didn’t give them what they wanted, and stayed perfectly in place, they would tire of you and throw you out eventually. 
“Not happening,” that voice, as cold and cool as night, swept its way into your mind. “I promised you eternity and you already know I keep my promises.” His presence left as soon as it came, a claw stroking down the inside of your mind. 
At least you weren’t foolish enough to bargain away your life to them. Those first few years, filled with a haze of love and lust, of gratitude from the difficult life they tugged you out of, those were the best years of your life. Joy and hope for the future you began to build with them, before they slowly dismantled it. Brick by brick, they tore you back down to rubble and tried to build you up again in their image. 
You could only take satisfaction in how they were failing miserably at that. They had underestimated your stubbornness and your desire for independence. How could someone go from love to loathing in such a short period of time? You knew one truth, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this. It's an obsession, a facsimile of love, no matter what they told you or how much they professed. Even if you did love them back, in some sick and twisted way, it was inconsequential. 
When you got the chance to leave, it wouldn't be a planned or thought out occasion, you would have to act impulsively and take a chance if it ever came up. 
Feyre swept into the room, her dress fluttering behind her. She was beautiful, in every sense of the word, and you tore your eyes away from her as she approached you. She tilted your chin up and pressed a kiss to your forehead with a soft smile on her face. 
“How’s my favorite person?” She asked, sitting next to you and tugging you into her side. You urged your body to stay stiff, but inevitably you melted into her. 
“I’m hurt,” Rhys gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. They were in a small argument right now, and whenever that happened you tended to get tugged into the middle as a buffer. You hated it. 
“I didn’t ask you.” She snipped, and turned to you again. “How are you, love?” 
You despised how your pulse fluttered when she called you that. 
“Y/n’s having traitorous thoughts,” Rhys said with a cruel smirk. A half-hearted snarl left your lips, your eyes narrowed at the High Lord. 
“Really?” Feyre ran one hand down your arm, before settling on your hip and giving a bruising squeeze, her nails digging in the soft skin. “You know leaving again would be a stupid decision.” 
You didn’t reply. You’d made many ‘stupid’ decisions over the years, there’s no need to change now. 
“You’re smarter than that.” She said when you didn’t answer her. You yelped as she pinched your hip. “Aren’t you?” 
“No.” 
“At least you’re honest,” she sighed and you felt her magic reaching out, pushing and testing all of the new wards surrounding the house. 
“Not that I could get away with lying,” your fists clenched, tugging the fabric on your pants to keep yourself calm. 
“I suppose you couldn’t, not anymore.” 
Not anymore. Not since they dragged you back here. 
Rhys tossed you in a chair, and threads of his magic wrapped around your arms - binding your entire body to the chair and rendering you immobile. At his mercy. You knew what was coming next, and tried to wiggle out of them anyways. “This is going to hurt, darling.” 
“I thought you could make it painless,” you panted, your chest heaving, sobs lingering under your skin. 
“Oh I could,” he traced your cheekbone, one hand holding your jaw when you turned your head away from him. He crouched so he was at eye-level with you. His eyes were black as the night sky - no hint of violet or playfulness in them. Cold. “But I want you to remember this, Darling. Consider it a lesson.” 
“I - I will, I promise. Please.” You hated that you were reduced to begging already, but … this was a kind of pain beyond measure for you and knowing Rhys could choose exactly how much pain to inflict. It kicked in your sense of self preservation. 
He hummed, rubbing his hand over his jaw as if he was contemplating it. “No. I quite like your screams.” 
Tears leaked from your eyes, streaming down your face. As he began, your screams filled the entire room. Layer by layer, your mind was torn apart - not even a shred of a wall or barrier left behind. He left memories of your old life behind, but you didn’t think he was doing it from the kindness of his heart. In a sick way, he wanted you to remember how bad it was.
A small tap on your cheek brought you back to the present. You blinked heavily, finding Feyre looking at you - head tilted, blue-gray eyes searing into you. Teeth tugged into your bottom lip, and her eyes tracked them, pupils blowing. Betraying you, your body reacted to her slightest movement, the caress of her hand on her neck. Feyre noticed it, with no small amount of satisfaction, and grasped your hips, tugging you so you straddled her lap. 
Soft. Her touches were so damned soft, running up and down your sides, thumbs ghosting over your breasts. 
“You don’t need to pretend,” she murmured.
“Pretend what?” you snapped, ignoring the sharp look she pinned you with. 
“That you don’t like this.” 
“I don’t.” You protested, trying to wiggle away. Feyre’s hands tightened on your hips and Rhys snorted behind you.
“Liar,” he purred, his voice echoing through your mind. 
Rhys sent an image; 
You were sprawled on your bed, Feyre’s head between your legs, Rhys propped behind you, his hand on your chin - directing your attention to the mirror across from the bed, “Watch Feyre make you come, darling.” You squirmed, hips keening into Feyre, her tongue flicking against your clit, screaming as you -
“Stop,” you tried to shout at him, but the scene played out - you were helpless to stop it. The pleasure ran through your body, feeling it almost as if it was happening to you now. 
Before you could shout again, you reeled back into the present - Feyre smirking at you, her hand caressing your side now. Rhys’s edged chuckle came from behind you, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 
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melodymay-k1tty · 7 months
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PORTGAS D. ACE BF HEADCANONS (PART 1)
What would dating Ace be like?
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Age rating: +16
A/N: Ace was my fav character for a while, so I'd like to imagine how he would act if we were dating. I think you too, right? So let's do it!❤️‍🔥🫰🏼
⚠️ Warning: I will leave an adult content warning because there is mention of +18 things. However, it's nothing that talks about the act itself, so I only ask that minors 16 not read this.
Minors 16, please DNI.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! Ace would never tell you he's in suffering if he's in pain or something. He would just pretend everything is fine, and be a strong man for you.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! He would be very careful with you, and make sure he never burns you with his fire.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! He would protect you from anything. An example would be if you two were lost on an island with a huge forest, and it started to rain. He would do everything possible and impossible for you not to get wet, he would warm your body using his, and he could even die of cold with it. But for him, it doesn't matter. What really matters is that your girl is fine.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! He would probably spend the whole day out taking care of his things (as the 2nd division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, he would have a lot of work), and when he returned home at night, he would arrive by surprise, sitting somewhere without you noticing, and smiling at you as your eyes meet.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! He would be quite silly, playful and smiling with you. He would tell you jokes intended to make you laugh, tickle you and tell you what a perfect woman you are and how much he loves you whenever he missed that.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! He's a hot guy (literally, in every way) and so, he'd probably have an insatiable desire to have s3x relations with you every night he could. But of course, only if you wanted it too.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! When you were tired, he could carry you on his back without any problem. He actually has a lot of energy, strength and disposition, even more so when it comes to you.
❤️‍🔥 Ace-kun! If you two were in danger, Ace would just say “I'll take care of them up” and leave with a smile on his face, going to defeat whoever it was in the most badass way possible, just to show you what a strong boyfriend you have.
A/N: I didn't like the result sooo much, bcs I think more information was missing here. But I think I might do a part 2, and I've been looking forward to posting this one, so I hope you enjoy it!😇💕
Which the next character? 🏴‍☠️
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leejeongz · 7 months
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🫧 small things evnne would do as your boyfriend 🫧
pairing: boyf!evnne x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of food
a/n: just a reminder that i don’t write for 06 and younger (jihoo), see rules
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⋆ hanbin
⋆ he’s the BIGGEST flirt and loves to see you panicking and blushing
⋆ but he just laughs in your face instead of calling you cute he just cannot help himself 💀
⋆ the most supportive bf, he will be your personal cheerleader no matter what the event and he will never get tired of it
⋆ PDA and lots of it, but if you initiate it he’s gonna tease you for it (he loves it tho fr)
⋆ “it reminded me of you and i missed you so much so i had to buy it” gift giver vs “hanbin, you were gone for an hour” gift receiver
⋆ tries to teach you to dance sometimes and is very honest about it… but sings your praises to everyone else even if ur trash
⋆ bro literally gets cute aggression whenever your around, he just gets the urge to eat u in a cute loving way lmfao
⋆ this man always knows what to say to you like he just says the right thing at the right time and you immediately feel comforted
other members under the cut
⋆ keita
⋆ he’s obsessed with you i mean OBSESSED everything about you is just so fascinating to him
⋆ star gazing + cloud spotting <333
⋆ gets extremely sulky when you watch an ep of a show without him and makes you rewatch it by his side
⋆ when you’re feeling down, he orders your favourite pizza and cuddles you on the sofa until you’re ready to talk
⋆ let’s you be in his studio while he’s recording or composing because he wants to show off
⋆ and also because he thinks it’s cool when you show off your musical talents in there too
⋆ gets lost in your eyes when you talk and half stops listening for a brief moment until you pull him up on it
⋆ gentle pecks on your shoulder when he can tell you’re getting nervous/anxious
⋆ you and his family become SOOO close, he takes you to visit all the time, you’re so precious to all of them
⋆ jeonghyeon
⋆ subtle matching couple items that he’s just waiting for someone to ask him about so he can tell them about you
⋆ the way he looks at you gives you butterflies, of course it does, but the way he looks at you when you’re not looking gives other people butterflies he literally adores you and everything that you do everyone is envious
⋆ speaking of, he gets jealous when you give absolutely anyone else more attention than you’re giving him in that moment
⋆ i’m talking full pout and a passive aggressive comment under his breath which he most certainly takes back when you hear him
⋆ even tho he’s ur boyfriend he still tries too hard to impress you sometimes 😭 styling his hair with wayyy too much gel for example
⋆ nags. but in a teasing “you should’ve brought your own” kinda way
⋆ needs you to kiss his nose 24/7 but will he ever admit it? no absolutely not.
⋆ seungeon
⋆ he thinks you’re the funniest person ever istg
⋆ like he’s laughing all the time when he’s with you
⋆ a hugeeee prankster (but he knows ur limits) you’ll hear him giggling at your reaction and you’ll definitely want pay back lmaoo
⋆ when you get sick, he makes you soup (pours it out of a can and heats it up in the microwave ) and waits by the side of your bed for a compliment
⋆ he is 100% the type to kiss you once on the cheek or the lips and then not be able to stop kissing you
⋆ is gonna be singing to you half the day and it’s always gonna sound so damn good you’ll run out of ways to tell him how amazing he is
⋆ the other half of the day he’s complaining that his throat hurts and he needs you to make him some tea (because no one makes it like you do and he’s grown far too attached to you and your tea lol)
⋆ squishes your cheeks when you’re least expecting it
⋆ yunseo
⋆ this man 😭
⋆ loves his physical affection, having his arms around you when you’re doing absolutely anything, holding your hand, his hand on your thigh/knee when you’re sitting together 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
⋆ he finds comfort in being close to you and being able to hold your hand
⋆ gets sO shy when you compliment him, he’s gonna be blushing and questioning you the whole time with a cute little smile he cannot BELIEVE
⋆ buys your fav ice cream when he gets in from practice late hoping that you’re still awake so you can watch some disney+ together while eating the ice cream
⋆ he takes serious relationship talks very seriously and always wants to be a better boyfriend to you so he listens and apologises very sincerely (he can definitely hold his own tho don’t get me wrong)
⋆ glances at your lips when you talk, thinks he’s being subtle and discreet but he’s defo not
⋆ buys you a teddy bear for your birthday every year without fail to cuddle in bed when he's not there (but tells you it doesn’t beat the real thing (it doesn’t))
⋆ junghyun
⋆ pet. names. all of them. any that you can think of and more. without shame !!
⋆ (okay maybe he’s a bit shy at first but it doesn’t take him long before he’s firing them out left right and centre)
⋆ goes absolutely crazy for a forehead kiss and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t deliver
⋆ his hoodies = your hoodies
⋆ in fact, he gets a bit offended if you say that you don’t wanna wear them
⋆ rests his head on your shoulder and pretends to sleep
⋆ but he’s actually just laughing to himself about how fast your heart is beating cos of him
⋆ his first i love you being the most embarrassing thing ever for him that he’ll never live down (you MUST tease him for his shyness)
⋆ he’s gonna learn to bake for you and you’re gonna love the cookies he makes 🫵🏻
⋆ random trips to get fast food
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itsravenbitch · 1 year
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AHHHH I MANIFESTED MY DREAM GF WE LITERALLY GOT TOGETHER LIKE 5 MINS AGO IM STILL PROCESSING IT BUT I HAD TO TELL U CUZ UR POSTS HELPED ME SM.
i have been trying 2 manifest this mf being with me for like 2 weeks now but i was getting real exhausted and frustrated because i wasn’t seeing results in the 3d. i was legit one straw away from saying fuck you to manifestation and giving up forever ☠️ BUT my gut told me to try it one more time. and the funny thing is i didnt even have to do much!
before i was non stop on loa tumblr, listening to subliminals 24/7, tiring myself tf out. so what i did is i took a mental break for like 2 days and then after, all i did was live in the end. i’d just act like i’m already dating her. like whenever i bought a new outfit i’d be like “damn i can’t wait to show her this” or whenever my friends would tease me abt being single i’d just be like nope im not im dating her. then i started seeing results IMMEDIATELYYYY she started flirting with me out of NOWHERE, she started sending me couple tiktoks, BASICALLY BEING HELLA OBVIOUS THAT SHE WANTS ME. then rn she just confessed and asked me out i cant believe it i am SOOO happy. even my friends r shocked by how quick it happened.
to anyone struggling and feeling tired and on the edge of giving up, plz do what i did. take a deep breath, do some self care, take a break! u do not have to exhaust urself 24/7 obsessing over it. RELAX. also make manifestation fun for u. u will not see any results if u just feel depressed while manifesting like i did. for example in my case i rly enjoy art so i drew me and her as a couple to help me visualise. its way easier than u think guys. and tysm rae for waking me up ur advice helped me a ton. <3
congratulations bby!!!
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maxfandoms · 3 months
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Sooo about Night & Day relationship
(this might get a little rambling so I'm sorry)
I wasn't going to talk about Night and Day yet because I wanted to first have more information on their relationship but I got tired of just screaming at my room about them so let's enjoy this awkward car ride
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What exactly we, the audience, know?
First, we know that Night is trying and cares about his brother that basically a fact, the biggest example is the scene where Mhok tickles Day and Night looks so happy knowing that his brother is happy
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That something we can't denied. I will circle back to that in a minute so Night cares about Day. What about Day?
Day is furious with Night
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I could have go on why do I think that but LOOK AT THE CHANGE IN DAY'S EXPRESSION this is when Night enters the scene and say ONE SETENCE. I rest my case but we get in the question that on everyone's mind and THE THEORY *TAN TAN TAN*
Why is Day so furious? WHAT DID NIGHT DO?
The biggest theory is that Night had something to do with Day's accident, that's a theory that I agree with it, especially when I heard Day's angry tirade in the car on Ep 8 when it feel like behind every single word that was a "and it was your fault/on you" in Day's line
That told me that Day felt like the accident was Night's fault, not saying that I believe Night did it on purpose (on that even Day's believe that) but whatever happened in that situation had something to do with Night, even the smallest amount.
What did Night do is such a good mystery that keep everyone, include me, hook on but the reality is that
It doesn't matter what Night did
Before you start yelling at the screen and close the thing, let me make a quick list of stuff that I'm not saying:
Night doesn't actually love and cares for Day (He does, it was the first thing I make sure to point it out)
The mystery doesn't need to be solved/it's a moot point focusing on it (No, I believe the we will get answers by the end of the show and I will keep asking every week WHAT DID NIGHT DO, P'AOF?)
Day's is 100% right in treating the Night the way that he does (While I will talk about that more, Day can be a d*ck to Night and takes Night's words in the worst way possible which is not a good move)
Now that I covers most of my bases, I think let's move on to:
What the f*ck do I mean by that
I understand that seeing Night trying so hard and getting nothing or just anger from Day, the normal instinct would be the to say is to be like "Please be a little gentler, Day. Don't you know that Night is trying?"
The truth is that family relationship are so f*cking complicated and one thing that we don't realize is just how much they can hurt us without even realizing
Am I speaking from personal experience? Yes, and let me just say all my holidays/family's birthdays are basically a hour and half of that car ride without the fight at the end because I need to be gentler even thought they aren't motherf*cking trying
So assuming that Night had nothing to do with the accident, Day is still furious at Night for something AND he is allowed to be it and continue to ignore Night and makes faces at him
Night loves Day but maybe right now that's not enough. Because their relationship is broken, doesn't mean it can't be fixed but maybe it's a little bit like doing a tattoo: It's going to hurt and when it start healing it will start looking different that would expected but it will still look cool
By that, I mean, that Day and Night have a long, weird and hurtful way to start healing that relationship and by the end, it look so different from what both of them were expecting
But at the end, this is just a post by someone who couldn't help but put their own lent's on a show
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dampsleeves · 4 months
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life update :3 (a little vent-y)
sooo, been over 200 days since the house caught fire and we had to move. obviously, a lot of stuff's been happening. can't go into deep details for fear of someone I don't want to find this, finding this, but I'll say this much: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've very rarely mentioned family on here (for obvious reasons - this account is NOT made for that lol) but here goes. tw for pretty heavy topics: mentions of abuse, father issues, health issues, transphobia & financial issues. I turned 18 Feb 21st, literally just almost 2 months before the damn house caught fire. Meanwhile, my brother's still a minor. MEANING, I narrowly escaped the custody battle my mom & dad are in. But unfortunately, he's still stuck in the middle of it. :( My pops was not really the nicest person to me when I was a kid -
whooping my ass whenever I did anything wrong, no matter how minor the offense was.
Telling me that he loved God more than he loved me, because "You're God's gift to me. God is the one who gave you to me in the first place," when I was four.
Telling me that if I didn't start being ok with receiving physical affection from family - which he knew made me uncomfortable - I was "going to grow up to be a S3R1AL K1LL3R" (yes he said that.)
Telling me that "God doesn't make mistakes," and that he "made me into a beautiful young woman for a reason" after I came out to him personally at 14 - big mistake 0/10 stars, would never do again. You get the idea. And those are the tame examples I could think of. So, I finally cut him off. As soon as my mom, brother, & I were in our new place, I blocked his number and haven't talked to him since. I was sick of him not respecting my boundaries, and repeatedly demonstrating that he thought of me as nothing more than a possession. Tired of him making me feel crazy all the time too. But now he's fucking with my mom & brother. Intentionally not paying child support till the last minute possible - & then making it in as small of payments at a time as he possibly can (yes he can afford it btw.) Trying to force my brother to go over to his place, even when my brother does NOT want to - which has begun giving my brother psychological issues & issues with school, mirroring the ones I used to struggle with bc of that bastard. My mom is juggling all sorts of things, & I really at least wanna try to help financially by getting a job, but I can't yet because: she says that I'm only 18, & shouldn't have to get a job to help out (I disagree.) I don't have an ID bc she wants me to wait on my legal name change - which costs a pretty decent chunk of change - reason is bc she "wants me to have as easy an early adulthood life as possible" (love her.) AND, I haven't actually graduated - No, I dipped in 11th bc school was hell (not exaggerating,) & instead just decided to pursue a GED, that I haven't been able to work towards bc of the shit show that is life in midwestern america. So I've been very depressed, exhausted, & hopeless. The least I can do is clean up our house while she's at work, & get this - some days I don't even have the physical energy to do THAT! I do not know what the hell is wrong with my body currently, but it absolutely sucks. & I'm really tired of just taking up space all the time. She's dealing with health issues too, & I'm always worried ab her. Idk what the hell to do, but something's gotta give. Everybody needs a fucking break. I keep trying to shoo away all the dark thoughts, push myself as often as possible, & keep my fingers crossed, but jfc... Sorry just needed to yell into the void for a sec. I'll live, I'm sure - I've survived worse. Sometimes things just suck. But I like to think that someday they won't. :,)
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emyluwinter · 2 years
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So you imagine a scenario were Yuu is transformed into a 5 year old but It’s an absolute chaotic menace? Like, they have so much energy they match Kalim, but when tired they sleep like Leona, meaning pretty much everywhere. Under tables, behind curtains, in the bushes, even inside a unused cauldron once when playing hide and seek.
Ace and Deuce played with them hide and seek in the Hearts dorm only once, explicitly telling them “don’t go to the rose maze, you could get lost, that place is a no no zone”. As soon as they don’t look at Yuu, they hide in the deepest corner of the maze and worst yet, they ended up sleeping there while Ace and Deuce were screaming their name.
3 hours later Chenya shows up with a sleeping Yuu and very confused as to why the hell there is a kid in the dorm.
Excuse me, I will try to answer this request. But my head is still very foggy.
One word is CHAOS
The event with the ghostly bride showed us that the boys are not currently "considering" the relationship in any way.
*cough * they have a little villainous plans in the first place * cough*
Which is a little suggestive that not everyone gets along well with children as well. So I'm inclined to believe that many will rather be in the "don't scare a little child and be polite" mode
For example, Floyd was a very striking example. No one wants to deal with a terrified hysterical child.
Hah, I know one phrase very suitable for such a small battery Yuu
"Where I fell, I fell asleep there"
Oh…the duo Adeuce.
We can safely say that these two literally got gray hair from the fact that they lost a small child! Deuce is most worried. Children are fragile! What if the Yuu fall? Will they break a knee or an elbow? Children are often injured and sometimes seriously! He himself was a very energetic child and remembers how his mother often glued multicolored patches on his wounds. Once even knocked out a tooth, but Deuce is not very eager to talk about it.
Ace won't stop teasing Deuce that he's acting like a mother hen with an egg. They almost fight until Riddle hears them screaming and swearing from the other side of the dorm.
Well…….they are waiting for a VERY tough conversation about not making so much noise in the dorm. And when Riddle realizes that these two have lost a small child in such a large dormitory…. Full of various sharp and dangerous things ranging from thorny rose bushes and garden tools thrown by forgetful students..
Lord have mercy on their souls…
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Well, Chenya was completely confused when he saw this cute sleeping bagel among the rose bushes, which was peacefully snoring already completely sprinkled with the babblings of roses and bushes.
-Heynya~, little mouse dormouse~. Who got lost among the bushes here?Did you run after a hedgehog and fall asleep?
Chenya had to wake up the baby because, first of all, sleeping on the ground was a bad idea. And secondly, he should not have left the child in this position.
It was very difficult to ask a very sleepy child who was constantly yawning sweetly. The small battery in this child has not yet replenished its strength, so Chenya decided to make it easier.
Give the baby to Trey. And let them figure it out for themselves.
Poor Clover almost had a stroke when Chenya suddenly appeared behind him, along with the little sleeping Yuu, who was being held like a sack of potatoes.
It's been a sooo long day for this dorm.
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onlyoneofyouu · 3 months
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My very professional review of Things I Can't Say I LOve by OnlyOneOf
bare with me, i had a long day working and studying and all my two braincells left can do is singing "addict to you- addict-" and thinking about that very specific frame of yoojung from the dOpamine mv (more on this later).
not a single bad song in this album i fear.
things i can't say i lOve (instrumental)
went straight into my sci-fi dystopian cyberpunk playlist. the sound is sooo cool to me!! it's giving ateez ngl (affectionate). love the fact that it's not too rough on the ears and has that airy (?) ending. i've replayed it an embarrassing amount of times already... watch it being one of my most played songs this month 💀
dOpamine
since the preview i suspected i was going to enjoy this title track a lot and more than seOul drift, and i was right! i really like the contrast between the industrial sounds and percussions of the verses reminiscing of chrOme hearts and the guitar in the pre-chorus and bridge (that made me levitate btw). the build-up is nice 😌👌 it's on the ooo chillier side aka perfect for me yay
give me the lOve, bitxx
the sound is giving alternative rnb (too tired to know for sure), so i was sold already 😋 she's the brighter sister of "mirage", the toxic one of "suit dance", and the chiller one of "gaslighting". she sits at the same table of "time machine", "desert" and "heartbreak terminal", and i love this for me because i love all these songs 😎
i might be completely wrong about all the associations above though ... my mind is playing a mashup remix of all of them at this point lol
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nothing better than a slow sexy rnb-ish sound with percussions to make me happy 🤌 the sound production is so cool again, idk how to articulate words more than this rn, but all the various sounds work perfectly together and with ooo's voices 😌👌 talking of voices... kb's deep register esp in the beginning!! more of this in the future please and thank u 🙌 mill mini-rap followed by junji higher note!! can't seem to hear enough of yoojung tho 🧐👂 and that's a crime also because this is my fav track of the album 😠 i'm gonna look for a color-coded lyrics vid to check 🤨
gravity
this song is sooooo gooooddd ahhhhhhhh really my vibe once again 🤭 the chorus is so cute <3 and nine and junji in the bridge 😮💨 i am levitating 🕴 tbh i see it as a perfect chiller title track too, if ooo had made a bright, cute concept, the genre of vibes that love 119 by riize and inbloom by zerobaseone are for example, but chiller 🤔 also, I CAN HEAR MY MAN YOOJUNG CLEARLY HERE THANK U
time for my current ranking:
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gravity
dOpamine
give me the lOve, bitxx
in conclusion, i really missed my boys ☹ more than i thought i did tbh! i'm so happy we finally have new music from them 🫶🏻 there's no better way to start the new year~
this is all for now because i am too tired to write anything more 😴
let me know your thoughts!! 🫶🏻
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Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee
This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go
This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.
Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.
I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.
As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.
In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!
In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.
Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 
Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big
He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name
Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt
Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is
Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.
Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 
I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl
When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.
I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.
also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!
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misslili265 · 2 years
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hello, sweetheart. sooo, if you finished the series... can i ask dom Giyu, pls?? he is literally the personification of repressed emotions. let the boy get a little mad
Hey Love, it took me too long, sorry, but here it is your adorable emo boy, be a good girl with him today, he is mad... 💓
YANDERE GYIU X F.READER ( AU MODERN)
⚠️ It's a Yandere you can see dark themes
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The hands pull the tie that until now was choking Gyiu. Suffocating, he looked in the mirror and reflected all the suppression that he feels lately come in around his mind.
At the sink hands as beautiful as marble, are fixed in support of the body. In the mirror the serious look and full of a whirlwind of emotions when looking at himself the he knows, today will be different.
Being a teacher is not an easy task, he needs to be assertive, patient and donate... always everything he does it's for the benefit of others. But today some peoplegonna be surprised... groups of students causing bullying on others in the school corridor were not only verbally warned as usual, it was possible to see the focused sensei Gyiu, pulling the cowards ones of the institution by their robes, in addition to taking few and good with the thrusts of a daggers, which came out of Gyiu's mouth as he talked about, how they were nothing but trash to society and how they didn't think for themselves but always followed the sheepdog like sheeps.
Those students returned home with their spirits crushed, as they have done several times for other students, today for sure, they would have a lot to think about...
while this, in the teachers' lounge when trying to prepare his own classes, Gyiu has a colleague teasing him, this was part of Gyiu's routine, until now, the math teacher Shinazugawa, whenever he has the opportunity, approaches to Gyiu to subliminally say that Gyiu's function does not perform the same importance in which Shinazugawa works.
Gyiu's mind is exhausted and he makes a decision. " No more."
With a gaze as deep as the Laurentian abyss, Gyiu rises from his chair, words are not uttered, but Sanemi's sarcastic smile is soon transformed into a hard-to-named set, as Gyiu's fists are kissing his face as he punch him, Shinazugawa is repeatedly beaten.
The teachers around, watching the scene in shock, rush to an intervention.
Who separates them is Gyomei, who calmly talks to the two. "- Gyiu, I understand your anger towards Shinazugawa, however, we don't want to set this example for children, please calm down." Says Gyomei gently placing his hands on Gyiu's shoulder which starts to let the air enter more smoothly into his panting lungs.
Shinazugawa is wiping the blood from his mouth with his shirt cuff, and not satisfied threatens Gyiu. Looking contemptuously.
But this time Gyiu take the lead and responds. "- I just hit you because I'm tired of your voice next to my ear, you don't make any difference in my life, for me you're nothing but a dog that was torn apart by someone, look at you, disgusting. I'm not afraid of a damn chihuahua like you. "
The embarrassment that Gyiu's words caused Shinazugawa was enough for him to jerk his arm out of Professor Kyojuro's hands and at that moment the most he could do before heading out of the room was to respond with a grunt. "- Tch."
The art teacher, Uzui breaks the tension of the moment, Gyiu "- I have to admit, Shinazugawa is a torment sometimes. And your punches were flamboyant, hahaha."
Gyiu doesn't respond. He just moves in a way to spoil his neck that snaps back, and goes again to his function. The room is silent, everyone is surprised, no one expected this, not from Gyiu. Who is always silent , calm and serene. But they realized something important this time, underestimating Gyiu would be a mistake, after all, he tame the explosive Sanemi Shinazugawa, and let's say that this is not an easy task.
Finally, at the end of the day, this moment is always special and awaited by Gyiu, who knows that in the following steps, he will soon be guided to your desired presence where he always find peace.
The door to Gyiu's shrine opens, the home he shares with his beloved wife, you.
But he's coming in and you're getting ready, the uniform shows you need to do an extra shift at work, this happens all too often, let's say that Gyiu got tired of it too. Just as he got tired of not having your cozy warmth around when he needs it most, it's at this moment that Gyiu is thinking as he looks at you, and decides for you, you can see he analysing your figure, you get a little stunned, but needs to leave for work.
You kiss him sweetly on the cheek and say goodbye."- Love, I'm leaving, see you later."
Normally he would respond with, "I love you too." Today, Gyiu's response was instead to let you go he goes to grab your wrist. "- Y/n, today, you will stay at home, with me."
You are surprised, and you try to understand. "- Honey but..."
"- I won't repeat mysel." He answers coldly. Gyiu takes the phone out of his pocket and looking into your eyes he is making a call while still holding it close to him. As the phone rings he raises his eyebrows in a warning and says
"- Shhhhhh... hello, I'm Tomioka Gyiu, I'm y/n's husband, sorry to inform you but she is not feeling well and won't be able to do the night shift, I needed call earlier but I couldn't, I hope you understand, thank you."
You are apprehensive.
"- Don't worry, your boss's reaction was just of concern, you will remain here, with me today."
Gyiu's hands now slowly are guided to your face, of course you are slightly scared, but, with you he wouldn't be like he did with everyone around, no, but he wants everything to go as he wishes today.
"- Y/n, put on that dress I like."
In his tone you can hear, he is not asking, he is demanding.
The fear is screaming in your eyes.
Gyiu always so calm has suddenly turned into a domineering man, you think twice before say something so as the things are like this you have to be silent.
As your "boss" said, you leave his presence and goes to your room, where you open your closet, taking from it, Gyiu's favorite dress, he loves when you put it on, the summer dress he gave you, it's comfortable, at the height of your thighs and has a certain transparency, the fabric lightweight is smooth to the touch.
While feels the fabric gently enveloping your body, as you look at yourself in the mirror, Gyiu's reflection it's already waiting, you couldn'thear his steps, with his arms crossed and waiting for you.
Your heartbeat is racing and the questions keep running through your mind. "What happened? Why is he behaving like this?" But today you don't will do nothing against his will...you slowly turn to him, showingyourself as your hands goes through the dress and your your face goes toward his.
Gyiu slowly walk to you. Again, your face is caressed, and your hair get into his game, being entwined between Gyiu's delicate movements of his fingers.
He comes closer and sticks his nose to your neck taking a deep breath and letting out his hot air.
In an hallucinate state he says. "Oh, oh...my y/n... how I want to smell this delicious scent of yours all night long."
Even seeing that Gyiu is different, you can't help but feel the shivers rising and falling caused by your husband's breathing, you cringe slightly.
Gyiu, seeing your reaction to his touch, goes crazy.
Grabbing you by the waist he kisses you as if he were going to swallow your mouth, it's a deep and intense kiss, you practically can't breathe, Gyiu doesn't want care about it, give your way y/n.
His body is thrown with yours on the bed. Gyiu continues to caress you madly, kissing you and using his lovely and experienced hands to run through your entire being and squeezing you all over at the point to make that spots purple later.
For a moment he stops and before saying what he has in mind, Gyiu invite you to look at his sapphire eyes. Oh...those blue eyes are the ocean that drowns you every time you dive in, the suffocating feeling of always getting lost in it is terribly pleasurable.
As an alpha he claims. "- Today you are my y/n, only mine."
Gyiu has a lot of stress to release, and I don't imagine it's little, but with you, all evasion will be in the form of the most possessive and genuine love.
Lucky woman...
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