#oh for fic sake headcannon

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Vader kink headcannon

My thoughts on vader and his kinks. They might surprise you?

Warnings: kink talk, smut talk

The fact he can do anything to his lover just gets him going. After living such a restrictive life having the freedom to release his frustration in such a way made his blood sing!

His partner being unable to overcome him despite the restrictions of his suit makes him feel alive. It feeds his ego. And to be honest it does give him a litttle boost. He struggles to accept himself now, he sees himself as this crippled monster unworthy of anything good or pleasurable.

Fear is a turn on for him. He doesnt want you terrified but a spike of primal fear is a delicious treat. He can practically smell it and it smells divine.

Speaking of primal did someone say Primal kink? this man enjoys the hunt, he is a predator and his partner is prey. plain and simple.

Yes he will chase you across the ship. And no you wont have any say in the matter. Theres no discussion, no bartering. He will approch you at any given time and utter 'run' and you know what?

You fucking run. Because its darth vader, and he is not playing around.

He is kind enough to give you a headstart though. He'll remain for a few moments before giving in to the hunt and begin the pursuit.

Its not just the chase that has him excited though, its the thrill of the capture.

He uses his immense strength to manhandle your and he isnt apologising for it.

He never holds back, not when you give in to your delicious fear and panic, clawing at him to try and free yourself, its delicious.

Has he accidentally broken your wrist whislt capturing and pinning you down? Yes. Does he regret it? No. It comes with the territory.

Though he did make sure you worked along side him when you were recovering.

And he did keep you supplied with more then your fair share of pain medication.

Tears. He loves seeing you cry, whats the point in fucking you if he isnt reducing you to tears?

He craves seeing the sweet droplets decorating his armour weave. Theres a beauty in the sweet release of your tears.

Choking is a double edged sword for him, on the one hand he does enjoy the shades of red and purple you turn. The way your moans become strained and the desperate scratching at his hands, pitiful tiny fists pounding at him as you panic.

It all blends together, feeding into the slight size kink he has. And obviously the power dynamics on the relationship.

But he also finds himself becoming somewhat disturbed when actually ending the life of some useless officer. Because it stirs something in him, not quite arousal. But? He finds himself compareing the noises, the gasps and mewls.

And that is what arouses him, when the sounds of your own whimpering breathless moans echo inside his mind. Igniting his desire. And he cant ignore it

Afterwards he always needs to hunt down his little fuck toy and enjoy himself.

A leather kink is a strange one for him; it was unexpected he hates his suit. Loathes it.

But the way the leather glistened with you cum and tears always gave him a wicked smile. Evidence of your rapture was always something he craved.

Not that he never left marks on you, because he did. But staining his suit with your scent was something he looked forward to.

Titles. Fuck yes. He craves the way you beg him so sweetly, calling him your lord and master.

Basically anything that acknowledges him as your superior drives him wild.

He is just? Beastly, possesive and raw. Hexd spent too long being contained. He is just so unapologetically brutal when fucking.

He is possesive to a fault and loves sending you to work with his cum leaking from you. The thought of you having to work along side all those other lesser males smothered in his cum leaves him satisfied.

#darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #star wars darth vader #oh for fic sake headcannon #darth vader x you #darth vader headcannon #darth vader

[viking-raider]

Okay but how would daddy!henry reacted to his babygirl becoming a crystal horder? Not necessarily beliving they have healing powers( i mean she can idk) but she absolutky loves pretty shiney stones?

I think, as long as she kept them in the cute box he'd so buy for her, so they'd have a safe and organized place to be, and where neither of them would step on them or Kal would accidentally or curiously eat one off the floor, Daddy!Henry would totally support her in her crystal obsession.

Even if, he may not completely understand it. 🤣

He'd still pop into Crystal shops in the cities and towns he was in for shoots, interviews and press tours to get her a few, even asking what some of them were supposed to do and meant; having committed to memory which ones she was partial too, like ones that were supposed to help with migraines or period cramps. Or, he would just pick out Crystals he thought were super pretty, colorful and uniquely shaped.

Sometimes, Henry would mess up and move the Crystals she was trying to charge, thinking she had left them out, and she'd get a little upset about it. But he'd make amends by having her explain to him what exactly she was doing, so the next time he saw some of them lining the window sills, soaking up the afternoon sun, he'd know she was charging them.

He'd even ask her to use a specific window sill as an extra reminder to himself to leave them be, if he noticed them there.

I think he might even humor her, if she asked him if she could use one on him, if she noticed something was wrong with him.

Like when he let her use the carved Fluorite Bear Crystal, that he got her from a little shop while filming the First Season of the Witcher, on him to relieve the pain from his hamstring injury!

So yeah, safe to say, he'd be in support of her Crystal Addiction!! XD

#henry cavill #henrycavill #geralt of rivia #geralt #the witcher #witcher #oh for fic sake headcannon #oh for fic sake #oh for fic sake recblog #oh for fic sake ask

[imwetforyourmom]

hi can u do headcannons (or a fic idm) of like people pleaser!reader and bf!matt who like stands up for her or tells people off on her behalf?

I really hope this makes even the slightest bit of sense

thank you so much, I love ur writing sm🤍🫶🏼

people pleaser!reader x matt headcannons!

(I have never done hcs ever, so if its bad thats mb, also I didnt know if you wanted nsfw but I js didnt bc I dont rllt know how to nsfw people pleaser x matt but if tou want me to retry it dont hesitate to ask!!)

warnings: angst, swearing

a/n: I dont rlly know how to write people pleasers and such so thats why its short, but I can try again if you’d like, I also love this idea, thank you anon!! <33

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- the second someone pushes you around and or walks all over you hes quick to shut it down.

“alright listen man, it was one thing when you told her to fuck off, but telling her to shut the fuck up is another. I need you to leave.”

- when matt notices that someone is using you to their advantage or even notices you going out of your way to please them on several occasions hes getting it done and over with, quick.

“okay. enough y/n, come sit with me. you dont need to do everything for that asshole, k?”

^ he made sure to say it extra loud so the guy heard what matt had said about him.

- after matt had told someone off for being rude to you, you sat down next to him with your head hung low and your eyes filled with tears of guilt.

“baby, whats wrong?” he asked, his arm coming over to your back and rubbing your shoulder.

“that wasnt nice of you to yell at him.. look at him, I feel guilty now.” you spoke, your voice slightly shaky as you motioned to the man whom was anxiously biting his lip with his mouth closed shut, after matt had told him to keep it shut.

“it also wasnt nice of him to yell at you and call you names, was it?” he grumbled, just looking at the guy made him angrier, especially knowing you felt bad for him.

- “no, no, if you want me to. I can!” you spoke, a soft smile on your face as you talked to the girl infront of you, in which the girl had a smirk on her face, catching onto your patterns.. doing anything for the sake of pleasing her.

matt, on the other hand, stood behind you and glared at the girl, his jaw clenching with pure irritation. matt cleared his throat, trying to get the girls attention. and once her eyes met his he brought his hand up and flipped her off.

- in ways of showing you he wasnt happy with what you were doing he’d do subtle motions with his hands or look at you a certain way. you’ve learned that his jaw clenched tightly shut and his eyes glaring at you, then a quick look at the person you were currently giving your everything, is a way of him indicating he wanted you stop what you were doing.

- watching you adapt someone elses personality to try and seem more approachable and less weird truly angers him, despite knowing he cant do anything about it. he feels you should know that you’re perfect just the way you are and dont need to be accepted by everyone, they should like you for who you are.

- “oh..” you mumble, your head hung low as somone insults you and your interests. you cant say anything nor do anything, its not in your nature. you just have to sit there and take it, in fear of disappointing them. and since matt wasnt with you, there wasnt any way in stopping the next few minutes of being insulted.

later that day, when you come home your cheeks are tear-stained, you have mascara running down your cheeks and your breathing is uneven.. theres no way in hell you’re hiding this from matt. you take gentle steps as you walk to his room, slowly pushing his door open and taking small sniffles.

with hearing the door creak open matts lips turn into a grin, that is, until he lifts his head up to the sight of you, looking like you just bawled for hours on end. he quickly tosses his phone on his bed and walks over to you, engulfing you in his arms. already knowing what was going on he didnt ask anything, instead just comforted you.

- “ok! im fucking tired of your shit dude! you’ve been bossing, walking all over her, degrading and just overall being a total dickhead to her!” matt yelled, finally getting enough of this kid being rude to his girlfriend. he stood up from his chair and walked over to carlos. he stood tall and high infront of him. y/n moved behind matt and grabbed his hand, holding it and lightly squeezing, at an attempt to calm him down.

“matt, baby, its okay. im fine. dont yell at him.” y/n whispered, your voice quiet as you spoke. you avoided eye contact with carlos. “no, its not okay! hes being a total asshole to you, y/n. you dont deserve to be treated like that.” he turned around to face you. his voice no longer being loud as he spoke with sincerity towards you.

- you being treated rudely didnt always end up with him yelling at someone. when he wasnt fuming with anger, he would grab your hand and hold it, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, then pull you into him, in a sense of protection and to tell you ‘enough’ without speaking.

- matt would act almost immediately when he even sees the beginning signs of you starting to act and do everything possible for the person you’re talking to. he would lean down in your ear and mumble quietly, “relax, my love.”

- again, he would make sure to be extra loud about shit talking someone when calling you over to him just to make sure that they know what matt thinks of them.

“cmon baby, that poor excuse of a friend doesnt deserve you.”

“hes being an asshole, my love. dont suck up to him.”

tags

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @genshin-addict @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @livvy4realll @graysturns

#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolo triplets #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt x reader #matt girl #matt #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fanfic #headcannons #hcs #matt sturniolo angst #angsty #angst ig #angst #light angst #mollys requests

[iluvfinnmertens]

જ⁀➴ Adam x sinner! male reader ๋࣭ ⭑

adam comes knocking on your door during extermination! <;3

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๋࣭ ⭑ Request: not requested

๋࣭ ⭑ TW: crack fic, I did not take this seriously lol, adam in denial

๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: 395

๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: before the show lol

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Headcannons!!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● You were chilling in your house on extermination day thinking everything would be as normal and you would be fine when you hear a knock on the door. When you go check and look through the peephole you spot.. holy shit its an angel.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● You try to stay away from the door but Adam just busts in at first with the intent to kill you but once he sees you he lowers his weapon.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● That's how yours and Adam's relationship started! He would often visit you during extermination and sometimes would sneak down to come see you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● He would play his newest songs to you and give you his bands merch. He was super proud of his music and would make that very clear to you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Adam loves you so much, you're his lovely boyfriend after all. You're the only sinner Adam will stand next to for longer than 5 seconds.

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You were scrolling on your phone trying to ignore the screaming and yelling outside. It's the yearly extermination and you were laying safely inside covered by a blanket. At least you thought you were safe. You soon heard a knock on the door which confused you, who the fuck would visit you during extermination? You thought it might have been a desperate sinner looking to escape the bloodthirsty angels. You stood up and looked through your peephole and holy fucking shit thats an angel. You back away from the door in shock. Why the fuck was an angel knocking at your door? There should be plenty of sinners outside, why you for fucks sake?! You then heard the knocking again. “Come on bitchy demon! Open your fucking door!” you heard the voice of the angel from outside speak. Oh fuck no. You quickly leave to get to your bedroom to get some form of protection or to hide or anything. But you soon heard the boom of the door being smashed open.

You quickly turned around in fear staring at this demon. He had some form of mask, it had a yellow smirk on its face and an axe guitar in his hand. But once he laid eyes on you his eyes widened and the smirk fell. “God damn you're hot– I thought sinners were supposed to be fucking ugly! What the shit is this?!” you just looked at him confused… Are we sure this is an angel? “Um… please get out of my house.” he just looked at you and squinted. “Hm no! I’m good babes, I mean I might consider leaving if ya wanna fuck.” you just look flabbergasted at him. “I'm sorry… WHAT?! I am not fucking you.” you said and he shrugged, “Whatever I'm sure theres much better pussy in heaven.” you raise an eyebrow at that. “You do know I'm a guy right?” he chokes on air at your statement. “WHAT?!”

“Yeah, I'm a guy.” you say as if it's the most obvious thing which it is. “Oh well. This is awkward. Uh I'm not gay so–” you just raise your eyebrow. “Mhm sure you are big guy.” he just scowls. “I'M NOT GAY!” he huffs out and crosses his arms. “Well whatever, demon fuck I'm gonna go kill something.” he says quickly leaving. Did you seriously just survive that?

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adam is funny asf, totally denies being gay 100%

notes are appreciated!! d(･∀･)b

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#hazbin hotel #fanfictions #hazbin hotel x reader #x male reader #request #hazbin hotel adam #adam #hazbin hotel x male reader #adam x reader #adam x male reader #story #fanfiction #fanfic #romantic #gay #mlm #sinner #sinner reader #sinner male reader

[swarmishstrangers]

Your blog, fics and headcanons always cheer me up! Your art is so neat too. Ive been lurking around here for a bit when I feel like I need my crops watered. Question, can I get headcannon of mallek x reader where the reader is an artist? somehow was able to accept commissions while on Alternia? I feel like the vibe of them just silently drawing and him coding in the background is super cute. What do you think?

AUGRHGAA TYYY!!!! I'm glad you like the art, writing, and headcanons! I've also definitely had the thoughts of Mallek being with an s/o who works a lot on computers for digital art stuff, mainly cause it sounds peaceful af.

Okay, so! Artist is a pretty loose term that could apply to a lot of things, but you specify them drawing here, so I'll go over Mallek x reader, both of them being either a traditional artist or a digital artist.

Traditional Artist:

🎨Starting with the traditional artist! Dunno if any of you consider yourselves to be fairly clean but either way if you were to stay over at his hive a lot and for convenience's sake, leave some of your art stuff at his place..it only adds to the chaos that his hive, "damn girl you live like this?" Idk! I just imagine all sorts of physical stuff traditional artist's use. Different types of paint and paintbrushes, charcoal, watercolors, colored pencils, paper, canvases, etc. Your art stuff adds a whole other thing to look at in his hive and honestly? He's here for it. He thinks art is cool. I mean..he can do tattoos, so of course he'd have some appreciation for a s/o who does artsy stuff. He also like those moments where he finds you just covered in your art supplies. Charcoal all over your arms and even smudged on your face for when you couldn't fight a itch and scratched at it, your hands and fingers smudged with paint or oil pastels...he just finds it incredibly charming.

🎨Oh also on the subject of paint uhh. May or may not be something you're comfortable with using considering that paint on Alternia is made from the blood of trolls. Depends whether or not you can get over that and just pretend it isn't to cope lmao. If you can just. Don't ask Amisia and Chahut about how getting the supplies for your paint went!

🎨Mallek would find it incredibly relaxing to listen to while he's fucking around with his husktops and many monitors. Normally he's one to either sit in quiet with nothing to play or maybe he'll have his playlist quietly playing whatever music or other things to listen to while he works on projects or contact people. Not to say it isn't still quiet while you both do your own things, but that's just the thing. It's quiet, not silent. Mallek finds he works the best when he knows that there's life going on around him. The sounds of his hands rapidly typing on his keyboard, the whirring of his husktop, sometimes you can hear him speak to someone that he's calling. You just further add on with your sounds of living, the sound of pencil sketching onto paper or canvas, the louder or softer sounds of you using oil pastels or charcoal, papers being moved, the adjusting of a canvas. It's all very comfortable to you both.

🎨You're each other's background sounds.

Digital Artist:

🖋️Being a digital artist is also so cool to Mallek, why wouldn't it be? It's tech shit! He can also help you try and traverse the different Alternian art programs. It's pretty new to him too since all he usually uses is the Alternian equivalent to Microsoft paint..and it's not super serious, just doodles, sketches, and shitposts stuff to destress. You got yourself a husktop, Amisia was jumping at the chance to help you look for digital art supplies (such as a tablet and stuff), and Mallek helped you get a hold of art programs for you to try out and decide what you like to use as your primary programs.

🖋️They're pretty much the same as Earth art programs in terms of it's functions. Though of course their interfaces can be different from program to program. Not everything works as it does on Earth? Certain shortcuts or tool locations are moved around or changed but it's pretty easy to figure out if you're experienced in digital art. And if you're stuck or can't figure something out your cool tech savvy matesprit can help you out. Mallek has his moments where he takes a break from what he's working on briefly to watch you draw...he always has to stifle a laugh when he sees you're absolutely struggling over there to do line art, having to undo do your stroke like 50 times before you get it. Like the previous one? He thinks it's cute and charming.

🖋️While you don't add a lot of new things to look at it in his hive, as you're working with more tech, it's still just as nice to listen to in the background he thinks. He can hear your fingers type out messages to friends or clients you're working with, the sound of your pen stroking against the tablet face, your mouse clicking here and then. There may not be as many sounds, but he finds it just as comforting, he likes to listen to the life around him after all.

Commissions:

As for the commission portion, thought it would be fun to get into this separately after talking about the respective art types! Being commissioned as an alien on the planet is certainly. Interesting. Which can be taken positively or otherwise.

Being an alien is your selling point to a lot of trolls online. It's where you got a huge chunk of your followers! Sure, they're very split on genuinely believing you are a real alien and those who think this is some kind of roleplay account or something but follow out of interest. Your commissions gather more interest from those who want a drawing from an alien! Real or not. Lots of odd are fun interactions.

For a traditional artist you could go the route of just, scanning your picture and posting it onto your socials and tag the trolls (or post it to the troll client privately). If you offer a shipement of the physical original drawing Mallek can help you out with getting a drone to drop it off for you so you don't have to go on a wild goose chase to find the troll client in this great wide troll world.

#mallek adalov #mallek adalov x reader #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #swarms-asks

[clownery-and-fuckery]

I have so many headcannons/scenarios for these silly lads I decided to document them over the last like week, take these as you will (I will PROBABLY write some of these.... eventually)

Modern!AU aquarium trip- little Omega's first outing with all of them !!! Crosshairs a little prick as usual, mama Echo has everything they need and still ends up chasing Cross around all day, and Wrecker is mistaken for a chaperone for a kids trip that day, so he gets to have lots of fun with some random five year old kids who think he's the best thing since sliced bread- Omega, Tech and Hunter end up going around all day, and Tech and Omega have a GREAT time. Hunter gets them ice-cream because he can't say no to his youngest two siblings, not when they're the cutest pair in the world- just basically a bunch of cute ass siblings shit

Modern!AU game night !!! They're ruthless animals that play the WII and learn quickly that they shouldn't be allowed play competitive games, ever. Classic Cross and Tech bickering with Omega teaching Hunter how to play while Wrecker and Echo test the limits of the games physics. Bonus points if they play a horror game and scream, forgetting ALL about their squabbles just for the sake of safety in numbers

Modern!AU power outage...... really shitty time for them all, especially when it's just Tech, Wrecker and Omega home alone late at night, spooky sounds have them sending Tech outside, who spooks them BAD.......... he's evil. And gets locked out of the house for his troubles, which doesn't help

Not modern au !!!! Just a PheeTech mission fic where they fuck around and find out, dance while they're supposed to be sneaking around, make shitty jokes while hiding from smugglers and blow up a ship or two.... maybe they hold hands, as a treat

More not modern au, just Crosshair and Hunter going on their first mission together after everything..... awkward times, very serious !! >:( nah jk they get space ice-cream and talk about their feelings, they're lovely

Tech and Omega bonding.... literally any AU, they're too cute for me tbh

WRECKER AND ECHO CENTRIC "SHIT WHAT WAS THAT" "WHAT WAS WHAT" "THERES SOMETHING OVER THERE" [COLLECTIVE SCREAMING] fic. That's it that's the entire fic

Oh finish that one Hunter and Tech fic...... fuckin ouchers man

PheeTech and Hondo mission fic !!!!

Tup, Echo, Tech, Fives. [I do not know the context of this one ??]

I definitely have more.... but take these for now !!!

#sw the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #phee genoa #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega

[americas1suiteheart]

Maybe lemon x reader relationship headcanons?👉🏾👈🏾

OR

Lemon x assassin!reader if they had a kid?

Ooh! I love those ideas, how about I do both🤭 ill do the Headcannons on this one and write the second prompt, because those are great and I would love to write both. Get ready for this one though, because its LONG!

Dating Lemon Would Include...

[Lemon (Bullet Train) x GN! Reader]

[Notes; The reader is a civilian, it starts out as sort of a "talking" to eachother sort of thing all the way to full on relationship. After a while you learn about him being an assassin.]

[Warnings; Swearing and mentioning of Killing is about it, but why do I even bother to put warnings on these bullet train fics?]

When your first talking to him, hes one of the biggest sweethearts.

I feel you two met either at a bakery, you know how he was talking about good lemon flavoured things like the Lemon meringue pie and the Lemon drizzle cake?

Yeah he went to go get those things to prove Tangerine wrong (pretend he didn't die on the bullet train yk,) that they were infact good and you just so happened to be the one making the baked goods and threw in some lemon bread because lemon flavoured sweets and such happened to be your favourite.

Unrealistic ik, but for fanfiction sake, just say otherwise.

Definitely develops a thing for you after going there every once and a while for some more of that lemon bread, and eventually asks for your number.

You two talk for a while, just sending sweet little messages to eachother and such.

Lemon never shuts up about you, and Tangerine gets sick of his shit very fast. He never thought he would rather prefer for Lemon to be talking about Thomas and Friends ever in his life.

Nonetheless though, Tan is happy that his brother is happy.

When Lemon finally asks you out when he's not busy, he takes you on such a nice date.

Like, this man has money from all of these missions he goes on, so he takes you to a nice place and even offers to buy you some really nice attire if you don't have any.

Such a gentleman the whole date, he's holding the door open for you, pushing your seat in for you, letting you order first, paying for you, oh my lord he's such a sweetheart.

You're left a blushing mess the whole date. He knows just the right things to say, he's making jokes the whole date.

When you finally end the night, you give him a little peck on the cheek and man is he a mess.

Poor thing is trying to keep eye contact with you and not immediately flush or stutter too much.

When he makes it home he's just absolutely ecstatic and he rambles on to Tangerine about everything like a teenage girl.

Hes just giggling and kicking his feet the whole night.

After a couple more dates you two finally become a thing.

You two are constantly over at eachothers places, that is, when the two of you aren't busy with work and such.

The first time Tangerine meets you he acts passive aggressive and is kind of being a dick, but when Lemon leaves the room to go and go something like take a call or whatever he's just different.

You were at the door of Lemon's flat, he wanted to hang out with you but asked to go over to his place so you can meet his brother.

You'd admit, you were a bit nervous. It wasn't his parents or anything but nonetheless it was family and was still slightly scary.

You lift your hand up to knock on the door, giving two loud enough knocks so either of them in the house can hear.

Knock, knock.

After a few moments of waiting, your lovely boyfriend opens the door for you.

"Y/n, Darling, you're here! Come on in, love," Lemon says, greeting you with a wide grin, gesturing for you to go into his shared flat.

You walk in and step to the side as you wait for Lemon to shut the door and walk in himself.

"Who the fuck is that?" You hear an accent, similar to Lemon's speak out in an annoyed tone.

"Oh, right. Y/n, thats my brother, Tangerine. Tan, this is Y/n, my partner," Lemon says, holding the small of your back as he introduces the both of you to eachother.

"So this is the person you've been talking about non-fuckin'-stop?" Tangerine says, eyes still glued to the television playing the current football game.

You turn to see Lemon is wide eyed and his cheeks are burning a darker shade.

"You're being a bloody bellend right now Tan,"

You felt slightly uncomfortable. You knew siblings fought, you had siblings yourself and you fought quite a bit and said some nasty things to eachother, but never in front of others.

The two continued to bicker and fight for a few minutes before Lemon's phone started ringing.

"Shit, sorry love, its my boss, I'll take this and be right back okay, darling?" Lemon says, giving you a kiss on your cheek before quickly going into the other room to take the call.

"Okay, now that he's gone, I've got a few things I've gotta say to you," Tangerine says, muting the television and getting up from his seat on the couch, walking towards you.

"First things first; I'd like to clarify I don't dislike you, but I also don't want Lem to know I don't hate you because it'll cause him to have you over constantly, and I like my peace to myself sometimes," Tangerine clarifies.

You nod in agreement to what he's saying.

"Secondly; I also want to let you know if you ever fuckin' do anything to upset or hurt him in any way, I'll make sure to personally find you and kick your ass, alright?" He says, a more serious tone evident in his voice and body language.

"Erm, yeah I wasn't really planning on doing anything terrible to him.." You say, slightly frightened by his tone.

"Great! Now being we didn't get to properly introduce ourselves; I'm Tangerine," Tangerine says, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

You gradually accept it and introduce yourself properly, giving him a firm shake.

He walks back to his seat on the couch and unmutes the television, just then Lemon walks out of the other room.

"Sorry, Y/n, I had to take that. Hopefully Tan kept his fuckin' gob shut and didn't say some shit to you," Lemon says, making his way to your side as he gently caresses your arm, glaring at Tangerine.

"I didn't say fuckin' shit, Lem!" Tangerine shouts from the couch.

Afterwards you and Tan become pretty close though. Occasionally talking to eachother about random things when Lemon was busy with something else in the other room.

Sometimes Lemon will leave on purpose with no real reason just to hear you and his brother getting along. It makes him happy you two are comfortable with eachother.

Man, when he finally tells you what his job is after about a year of being together, you are TORN.

You don't know how to react honestly. Of course you still love him but on top of that, the person that you've loved for a little over a year now kills people for his job.

Nonetheless though, you eventually get a little bit more accepting of it. You love Lemon and you would rather be accepting of his career choice than loose such a truly sweet man.

Now after missions sometimes he'll come to your flat all bruised and bloodied up with Tangerine and you'll tend to their injuries.

Most of the time Lemon will stay the night with you and you'll just fall asleep cuddling eachother as Tangerine angrily sleeps on the couch.

You honestly consider upgrading to a two bedroom flat so Tan finally has his own bed for when he's forced to stay at your place.

Eventually that happens, only because Lemon finally moves in with you and you two decide that a spare bedroom for Tangerine to have when he's over would be nice for him.

I like to think he'd be a great cook. Like one of those types where one partner is good at cooking and terrible at baking, whereas the other is good at baking and terrible at cooking.

Expect him to make you breakfast for you on your birthday and take it to you in bed, he loves doing that shit for you.

You make him cakes and such for his birthday. For your one year anniversary of being together you made this huge lemon cake with lemon buttercream. You ended up with a ton of it left so you sent some to Tangerine, he loved it but wouldn't let you and Lemon know that as he was still insisting lemon flavoured anything was awful.

Lemon is such a sop for you though. He doesn't think you could do anything wrong in his eyes.

Bonus headcannons time!

His favourite places to kiss you are your cheeks and lips. Man is he a good kisser too.

He loves it especially when you two are making out and you start playing with his hair.

He loves any sorts of physical touch. He likes to hug you from behind, he'll sometimes even pick you up and twirl you around.

Very clingy but he knows boundaries and if you seem just a tad bit annoyed or overwhelmed he'll make sure to give you your space.

You two have had like, 2 fights your entire relationship and it was for some more serious things, totally understandable.

You two make such a great pair for eachother though. Tangerine points out how you two are "sickly sweet," and will fake gag like a child or roll his eyes at you two sometimes.

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Right, so I went a little overboard on this one, but how can I not, I mean its Lemon! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Send in your requests for stories! Look at my introduction to see if anything you like is something I'll write, and DM me for further questions!

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[olivyh]

What villain!kalim falls for cunning mc...?

JK JK

unless...?

I feel like this could go both ways! If cunning mc feels the same way, it could be disastrous for the rest of the school (especially if they're willing to twist him to do what they want... and they're just as evil as he is) for the sake of scenario, though, let's say that mc is on Jamil's side!

It feels like it would be either yandere-ish, or... enemies to lovers!

-For Kalim, it was love at first sight.

-Even though he oh so desperately didn't want to fall for someone like you. As a child, he always wanted someone who had the same energy as many of his servants. Meek, willing to do anything he asked, easily manipulated...

-How did he end up falling for the one person on campus who can see through his lies and, even worse, expose him and his schemes?

-He hated you for that, a deep and searing hate that made his bright smile falter and his ruby eyes darken whenever you called him out for something. His fists would clench at his sides, shaking as he bids goodbye to the rest of the group with a soft smile, excusing himself while he wallows in his room, trying to sort out his complicated emotions

-Hates you so much at first, like, actually despises you

-But he also... feels warmly towards you?

-In the yandere route, he would likely end up manipulating mc into a marriage tbh :( like the fic in the previous headcannon post, it's likely that he would put their friends and family on the line in order to get them. Now how obedient they will be to him once they are married depends on the mc. Will they continue to snap at him? Or will they fall for him due to not having any other options? The ring forced upon their finger taunts them, no matter how many times they try to find a way around it...

-In the enemies to lovers route... well, it's a little hard to imagine. Maybe Mc will be able to get him to soften up a bit, to see the other perspectives? Work as an insider to help Jamil escape?

Kalim hated them. He hated their sly smile, the way their fingers danced across their keyboard and they bit their lip to conceal the grin as they sent off another witty retort to the first year group chat. He hated how all eyes were on him after their comments.

Their lax attitude towards his threats made him grit his teeth until he heard the bone groan from the pressure and he had to excuse himself before he broke a tooth. He would have to work twice as hard to keep his persona up in front of them, putting on the fake smile that seemed to fool everyone except them.

Even worse, he despised when the prefect and his servant would chat and their bright smile was directed at him, making Kalim's heart constrict painfully in his chest until he would take out all of this strange feeling on the servant later. He despised the warmth that would flutter in his chest when your eyes met.

He paces in his room, feet thudding quietly against the carpet as he bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he's left deep within his own mind that races with thoughts about these feelings that haunt him day and night. It couldn't be competition... he knows all too well what that's like. It was anger, yes. It was envy, even more so. But there was something beneath the surface. Kalim was not a violent person to people outside of his admittedly large circle, so it's odd to him that he constantly wants to fight you whenever you open that stupid, witty mouth of yours.

He groans, pacing even faster as he remembers the last conversation the two of you had, with you standing especially close to Jamil, hand holding onto his sweater's sleeve in a manner that made Kalim's blood boil, and rattling off whatever fun facts you had heard that way, sending a sly comment about how "Kalim couldn't understand" when he'd asked what you were talking about. The comment sent a pang of hurt to his core, a place he'd long closed off when his smile fell and for the first time in years he felt... small. Like a weak, powerless child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar and forced to stand in the corner as punishment.

Or when you two would bicker, fighting over Kalim's mistreatment and his constant attempts to one-up you, to get you on his side for once and actually use your intelligence to get rich. Who wouldn't turn down that opportunity? It was likely that Kalim was one of the richest men in the world, enough to rival even the royals of some kingdoms...!

"Some of us aren't sellouts," Your retort made him take a breath as he turned to you, jaw quivering with bottled rage as he fought the urge to shove you back into the wall, to catch the look of fear in your eyes once you realized that he had the upper hand, to fight you and beg for you to be on his side, to just give up and leave things as they were when you first came.

His mind wandered as he wondered what it would be like to see that panicked expression or even to catch a glimpse of your flustered face as he shuts you up with a kiss, pinning you to the wall and holding you close, you being completely at his mercy...

Or would you be the one pinning him to the wall?

He gasps and covers his mouth, face heating up at the realization and sending another wave of annoyance that collides with the butterflies in his stomach as he lets out an aggravated shout, knocking the items off his bedside table and watching them clatter to the floor, one of the glass perfume bottles shattering and spilling out onto the floor as he huffs, hands shaking. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want this! He wanted to use you!

But... he wondered how nice it would be to live alongside you. To hold you, to have those playful arguments couples have, to stay with you forever in his estate, a wedding ring on your finger...

The way his heart clenched was painfully similar to the anger that he felt before as he collapses face-first into his bed, for once without a plan on how to proceed as he screams into his pillow, clawing at the silk as though all his feeling would get absorbed into the fabric.

Kalim's eye twitched when he imagined your face, how you would react when he confessed... would you laugh at him? Would you... accept him?

He realized that you were much closer to Jamil than you were him... another problem added to his list. He sighs, sitting up and grabbing his phone when he realizes what he has to do. He dials the number and holds it up to his ear, looking out over the open desert.

"Hi, Papa-"

He has to get rid of Jamil to get closer to you.

#twst #twst x reader #villain kalim #villain kalim x reader #villain kalim au #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim #twst angst #twst au

[margeraswrld]

hi hi! could i request a fluffy fic/hcs (you can choose!) with Ryan Dunn where he gets hurt during a stunt and the reader looks after him afterward? You can use she/her pronouns, or keep it gender neutral :)

lovesick, ryan dunn!

a/n - i absolutely love ry so much, and ever since my entire headcannon post for him was deleted ( f u tumblr ) i’ve been wanting to write something else for him, so this is just perfect!

warnings - contains fluff, blood/injury, slight bit of angst but not much, slight drinking, slight suggestive content, usual jackass shit but nothing harsh.

plot - fem! reader taking care of ryan after he’s injured from a stunt.

it’s extremely rare for you to ever get the privilege of enjoying peaceful night - a night with no injuries needing tending to, no shitfaced guys looking for a spot on your couch ( which you never can seem to reject ), no chaotic stunts taking place in your very own backyard. a quiet night is honestly, practically unheard of for you thanks your daredevil boyfriend and your guys’ equally-chaotic friends, who literally make their living off of being dumb. yet, despite all the hassle, you love them all dearly and wouldn’t trade a single one of them for the world. but, boy, do they know how to stress a girl out, both on set and off.

so, when you’re finally able to have what looks to be a calm night in, you’re beyond thrilled. you’ve already picked out a cheesy rom-com, changed into a spaghetti strap along with your comfiest shorts, made yourself a bowl of popcorn, and settled into your couch to watch the movie and wait on ryan to return from filming something small with bam.

you’re almost halfway through the movie, deeply invested and almost to the bottom of your popcorn bowl, whenever your front door swings open without warning. you yelp loudly, the remaining popcorn splattering to the floor as your head whips around.

bam enters without a word, tossing a pair of house keys onto the small table beside your door, shortly followed by ryan who clutches his left arm tightly, blood visibly spilling through the thin fabric of his white tee-shirt. “my keys go over there, dickhead.” ryan corrects bam’s mindless mistake with a strained voice, to which the brunette boy only shrugs in response.

“ry, oh my god, are you okay?!” you shoot up from the leather couch, taking off across the room to your boyfriend’s side. sure, you’re used to ryan showing up injured, but that doesn’t mean you don’t worry just the same each and every time.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine!” he chuckles dryly, but you can immediately tell that he’s lying. hell, anyone could with the pain seeping through his tone, not to mention the blood steadily dripping further down his arm. “it looks worse than it is, really.”

“bam, why the hell didn’t you try to stop the bleeding?” you curse as you rush toward the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels before turning back toward the living room. luckily, the blood isn’t pouring like it looks to have been before he arrived, but you know that you still need to put pressure on whatever sort of wound he has.

“we were in a parking lot!” bam defends himself with a dramatic gesture of his arms, already used to your worried rambling in situations like these.

you don’t respond, silently accepting his reasoning as you carefully press the towels over the place ryan’s hand once covered, causing him to wince slightly. “come on,” you gently speak as you guide him toward your bathroom, sucking your lip in between your teeth by nervous habit.

you’ve seen worse with some of the guys, mainly steve-o, but you simply can’t help but panic everytime - especially when it comes to ryan. you have no problem fixing them up and even driving them to a hospital if needed - but, for their sake, you just really wish they had a bit more regard for their personal safety, a totally useless wish.

“i’m okay, babe, really.” ryan tries to convince you once again as you motion for him to take a seat on your counter, grabbing a soft towel from your shelf along with the small box filled with things you’ve designated to times like these. “i just need a bandaid.”

you can’t help but crack a smile at the blonde boy’s weak attempt at humor as you run the towel under your faucet, dousing it in slightly-warm water. “just a bandaid, huh?”

“well, also maybe a kiss to make it better?” he suggests while puckering his chapped lips playfully, laughing through the pain as you shake your head fondly. really, he’s hardly even focused on his pain anymore, it having faded to nothing but an afterthought the second he saw you smile. all he’s focused on right now is you, how you make him feel so okay even when he’s clearly not.

“not just yet, tough guy.” you deny with a teasing smile, pulling up the sleeve of his white tee-shirt to examine the gash on his upper arm, almost at his shoulder. it definitely hurts like hell, but luckily it doesn’t look to be deep enough to require stitching.

your determined eyes strain in concentration as you use the warm towel to carefully dab away at the angry, crimson liquid covering his wound, “how’d this happen, anyway? i thought you guys were just doing stuff with the shopping carts tonight.”

“yeah, we did.” the curly-haired boy confirms, hissing lightly as you wipe away the final remnants of blood, directly on his injury. “something sharp was in the fucking bush, scraped me as i landed. i’m pretty sure it was glass.”

you shake your head softly and bite your lip once more, an annoying nervous habit of yours. “ry, i really love your job. i think everything you do for jackass is so cool, and there’s nothing else i’d rather you do.” you begin, your trained eyes not leaving his wound as you suck in a sharp breath, “i just wish there was a way you could be a bit more careful. like, check shit before you decide to jump in it, you know? i’m not trying to tell you what to do, i just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

you finish with a small shake of your head and pull away to toss the stained towel into the sink behind ryan, his non-bloodied hand coming up to cup your cheek, stopping you in your tracks as your guilty eyes meet his own. “i’m okay, sweetheart, i promise. don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch, but i’d do it a hundred times over if it meant you could be the one to fix it.” his calloused thumb softly rubs your cheek, a comforting smile stretching his lips. “i’m sorry i make you worry so much, and im sorry you’re always stuck taking care of me,”

you cut him off before he can say another word, “ry, stop. don’t you apologize for anything at all. it’s my job to worry about you and to patch you up when you’re hurt, and i wouldn’t trade any part of it for the world, okay?”

for a moment the two of you just sit there in a comfortable silence, a smile gracing ryan’s cracked lips as he strokes your cheek softly. “god, i love you.” he voices his thoughts, his eyes gleaming with pure love and adoration as he gazes downward at you like a lovesick puppy.

“i love you too.” you offer him a genuine smile as you lean further into his touch, never wanting to leave this moment.

his other hand moves to grasp your waist and pull you gently toward him, connecting his formerly-split lips with your glossed ones. his hand never leaves your cheek, caressing it softly as your lips move blissfully against his own. a soft groan-like noise bubbles from his throat as you deepen the kiss slightly, causing a light smirk to appear on your own lips.

the two of you are completely lost in each other - off in your own, little love-filled world, all of the worries at hand simply melting away with each touch.

then bam’s voice protrudes loudly and unapologetically through the door, quickly snapping the two of you from your lovesick trance, “y/n, is dunn okay?”

ryan hangs his head low and sighs loudly at his best friend’s horrible timing as you hesitantly pull away from him, your mind focusing back on the situation at hand. “yes, bam, your boyfriend’s fine, don’t worry.” you answer with a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you grab a small tube of ointment from the box beside ryan. “we’re almost done.”

“ugh, shut up.” bam grumbles, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes as he departs from the door.

you finish patching ryan up pretty quickly after that, applying the soothing ointment and wrapping a gauze around his upper arm as a bandage. “you have to change your shirt, there’s blood all over it.” you tell him as he helps you finish tidying up your bathroom, despite your multiple protests for him to go sit down.

he glances down at his bloodied shirt for a brief moment before shrugging nonchalantly, “it’s not that bad.”

you nudge him playfully, shaking your head with disapproval as you put away the final box, “you have to take it off, it’s all bloody and dirty.”

“i think,” ryan begins, stepping closer to you and snaking his arms around your slightly-exposed waist in order to pull you closer to him, “you just want me to be shirtless.”

he makes a teasing face that causes you to giggle proudly at his childish taunting, moving your own arms to latch around his neck. “hmm, maybe, maybe not.” you lean your face closer to his own, your lips hovering only a couple inches away from his “guess we’ll never know.”

and with that, you untangle yourself from him completely and exit the bathroom, a proud smirk on your lips as you take off down the hall. when you enter the living room, you find bam lounged across the couch where you once sat, having helped himself to a beer from your fridge as he finishes out the movie you were watching.

once he takes notice of your presence, he sighs dramatically and makes yet another over-exaggerated gesture with his arms, “finally, jesus! what’d you guys do, fuck in there or something?”

“she fixed me up real good.” ryan answers for you, coming into view at your side as he winks toward the boy on the couch. he moves to take a seat alongside bam, but you’re quick to stop him with a sudden snap of your fingers.

“hey! go change first, i don’t want blood on my couch.” you demand, motioning for him to go find one of his shirts upstairs. he huffs a way too dramatic sigh, but he does as you say, nonetheless.

you make your own way over to the couch, shoving bam’s legs to the floor as you take a seat, questioning him on what you’d missed in the movie - to which he responds with, “the guy finally kissed the chick, and now i think they’re gonna fuck or some shit. i dunno.”

by the time ryan is back to take his seat in between you and bam, the movie has ended and you allow him to pick a new one. bam takes it upon himself to stay as well, not that you mind, though, because his shitty commentary always makes any move ten times more enjoyable.

you end up falling asleep around halfway through, leaned up against your boyfriend with a beer dangling from your fingers.

you wake up safe in your bed, tucked under the covers with ryan sound asleep behind you, his arm draped over your waist. you could never ask for anything more.

a/n - i’m so sorry this took a while, something came up in the middle of writing and i couldn’t get it up as soon as i wanted to. i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m actually kinda proud of it. i may have gotten a bit too carried away and made it a bit too long, but i hope you like it! feel free to request again anytime <3

#jackass fanfic #jackass imagine #jackass x reader #ryan dunn #ryan dunn imagine #ryan dunn fanfic #ryan dunn headcanons #bam margera #bam margera fanfic #bam margera imagine #cky #jackass #jackass hcs #johnny knoxville #viva la bam #wildboyz #chris pontius #johnny knoxville imagine

[vlion]

Could I please request poly blackbonnet x fem reader smut?

The Kraken, The Lighthouse, and The Siren (Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Female Reader)

Author’s Note*: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy! I traveled and then got COVID throughout the process of writing this so I apologize for the delay. I feel like I'm incapable of writing smut without plot, so hopefully the little backstory and build-up I included is cohesive and adds to the experience. I also see and love all the requests in my inbox (requests are still closed at this time), and I will get to work on them soon. Thanks again!

*I also wanted to say that I received some...interesting comments and messages when I announced this fic. I personally view Ed and Stede as bisexual, as I identify this way, and I find it comforting to believe that two of my favorite characters may identify the same way as I. Yes, this is technically a headcannon, and I acknowledge this, but I believe the way that each character is represented in ofmd is done so in a fluid manner, allowing for open discourse and creation around the topic. I felt the need to say this to respond indirectly to the messages I received, and I wanted to let you all know that I am constantly learning and listening to what each of you have to say. I am grateful to have built my own following in a corner of the internet where we can all be open and supportive of each other. Thank you all for being here, and I look forward to writing for you more!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40400847

Content Warnings/General Themes: ⚠ 18+ content: by reading this you affirm you are over the age of 18 years or over the age of maturity as stated in your regional or local guidelines. AFAB! Female-Identifying Reader (female pronouns/terms of endearment used), Bi! Edward Teach/Blackbeard, Bi! Stede Bonnet, making out, love confessions, mentions of eating/refusing food, oral (male/female receiving), 'Captain' kink, spit kink, dom/sub undertones, very slight hurt/comfort, threesome, p-in-v smut, lots of swearing, choking

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,434 (oh my god)

It had all happened so fast.

You had been taken in as a stowaway aboard the Revenge by none other than the Gentleman Pirate, after he found you stranded at sea. Your previous captain and crew had nearly thrown you overboard after finding out your ‘secret identity’, muttering something about how it was bad luck to even have you on board in the first place. You felt rightfully frustrated at this policy–you had just as much right to be there as any of them, not to mention the fact that you had saved their asses countless times and sacrificed your own true identity for the sake of simply being on the ship.

Whatever, they were just sexist assholes; at least, that’s what the so-called ‘Blackbeard’ had said to you upon your arrival at your new home at sea. Both he and his ‘co-captain’–because apparently that was a thing–were quick to assure you that you were welcome on the Revenge, no matter your background. Stede had been the one to ensure that you were comfortable in your new surroundings, introducing you to the other crew and even setting aside some clothes for you to wear and letting you crash on his couch, as everything you had accumulated over the years was left behind on the other ship.

You were surprised at their kindness, as you had heard mixed rumors about each of them. Blackbeard–or Ed, as you now knew him as–certainly had a reputation that made you a bit hesitant to get close to him. The same was true for Stede as well, but for all the opposite reasons. While Ed was painted as some sort of relentless killer, Stede had been described as an amateur, who had paid his way to piracy. You now knew those things weren’t entirely true, and each of them amounted to much more than their reputations. And to be honest, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the ways in which they prove those generalizations to be inaccurate. Seeing Blackbeard engage in crew bonding exercises, and Captain Bonnet order people around, never fails to make you smile. And turn you on. But that was a whole different story.

Recently, tensions had been high amongst the crew of the Revenge. With your previous crew still holding a grudge, as well as the English Crown constantly on all of your asses for, well, existing; nearly everyone was on edge. Even Stede, who was usually able to be a source of guidance and light during difficult situations, had confined himself to his room, trying to determine the best course of action. Seeing him like that, in such a state of panic and uncertainty, it made you want to do something–anything–to get him out of that headspace.

As Stede continued to isolate himself, you eventually shared your thoughts with Ed, and he agreed that something needed to be done. Over the course of a week or so, the two of you had gathered up supplies at various trading posts, and gained insight about a private island that had apparently been captured by a mutual friend of yours, who gladly allowed you entry–of course, after Ed had threatened the man in order to ensure that he wasn’t leading you and the rest of the crew into a trap. The man had insisted he was telling the truth and you had to believe him–especially after Ed had nearly broken the poor guy's wrist after pinning him against a wall over the course of the–very heated–conversation. It was hot as fuck.

Maybe that was why you let him kiss you the night you returned from your little escapade. Actually, it was more like an all-out makeout session, complete with lip-biting and the occasional gasp for air. You had been preparing to cook a feast that was sure to keep everyone well fed for however long you were to stay anchored at the island, and just as you left it to cook you were greeted with a hungry-looking Ed in the doorway of the galley. Of course, in the moment, you didn’t realize just what he was actually hungry for–even offering to cook him something to hold him over until dinner. The smug bastard had actually belly-laughed at that, refusing your offer but asking if he could kiss you instead, making heat flood to your cheeks.

How in the everloving fuck did you not pick up on Blackbeard trying to flirt with you? Regardless, you gave into his request, and that’s how you found yourself perched atop the counter with Ed between your legs, his hands wandering across the top half of your body as you lost yourself in his lips and soft touches.

You were pretty sure multiple crew members had walked in on the two of you, probably chatting among themselves about the scene they had–unknowingly–committed themselves to. It was quite a sight–you, the innocent stowaway, caged in by the big bad Blackbeard, his lips molding to yours while his leather-clad lower half pressed into your core.

Eventually, he was the one who broke the kiss, mumbling something about how he was needed on the upper deck, and with one final peck on the lips, he was off. You checked on the food and covered it, setting it aside for later. You took a portion of it out and tasted it, before placing a serving into a bowl just as you had done for the past couple nights.

During Stede’s ‘retreat’ of sorts, he had often neglected to eat, always offering some type of excuse or claiming that he was too busy. You were grateful, however, that Stede did eat when you brought him food. You always stayed with him when he ate, allowing him to share whatever thoughts had crossed his mind as of recently regardless of the fact that you generally saw him three times a day or more. You couldn’t help but feel protective of him, constantly checking on him and ensuring he was alright. One day in particular, when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with, well, anything, you laid with him and soothed him as best you could, holding his hand when he started overthinking and entering into a state of crisis, as well as sharing some stories from your childhood and listening to his.

Yeah, so basically, you had fallen for Stede. And now Ed, apparently, if your impromptu makeout session meant anything. Besides the reputation-based rumors you had heard upon boarding the ship, you had also heard that the two men may have been more than just friends. You observed firsthand the selfless way in which they seemed to care for each other, not to mention the lingering stares and small moments of intimacy they would share in passing. Cosmically, it all seemed right to you–like the three of you fit together. The only thing you wished was that you were included in their little…whatever they had going on. Stede and Ed were like two opposite ends of a spectrum, the Kraken and the Lighthouse, with you, the Siren, balancing them out in the middle–a perfect combination of rigidity and debonair.

It just made sense; which may have been why you shared your thoughts with Stede in the first place. You had shared a few drinks with him one night, trying to make him laugh despite all the things on his mind, and casually let it slip that you could see yourself with him and Ed. Both of you laughed off the idea, but part of you wished that he took your feelings to heart and perhaps even acted on them.

At least you had Ed–kind of; if you could count randomly making out in the kitchen as something.

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you approached the door to yours and Stede’s shared room, knocking in a pattern that Stede knew as yours.

“Come in!” You heard through the door, in Stede’s distinct inflection. You were glad to hear he still had the chipper, optimistic tone of voice you had come to love even when he was left to his own devices.

“How’s it going tonight, Captain?” You asked him, and he smiled at the term of authority-turned nickname you often used.

“Not too bad, but I certainly missed my favorite meal-delivery person–who also happens to be my roommate and personal chef!” He said, eyes warm as you approached him and handed him his dinner.

“Not to burst your bubble or anything, Stede, but today I cooked for everyone. I don’t think that makes me–”

“Yeah, I heard. Ed told me all about it.” He said, in a relatively serious and knowing tone.

Your eyes widened. Helping out on the upper deck, my ass, you thought, recalling the bullshit excuse Ed had given you earlier.

“Listen…Stede…what happened between me and Ed, it was a heat of the moment thing,” you started, carefully gauging his reaction as you went on. “I don’t even know if I have fully processed it myself, and I know I love spending time with you as well, and I heard the two of you are also kinda a thing-”

“Darling, I’m not mad. I was the one who told Ed to make a move in the first place.” He said, nonchalantly taking a bite of his meal.

Your brow furrowed as you took a moment to collect yourself. “Wait…seriously?” You cautiously sat down next to Stede as he continued to eat, who paused slightly to nod his head, confirming your suspicions.

He raised the fork he was using to eat and gestured towards you as he spoke once more. “Poor Ed couldn’t get you off his mind and came to me for advice and obviously because I have such a great track-record of relationships under my belt, I told him to do whatever felt right, which was apparently to corner you in the kitchen and make out like teenagers, if I heard him correctly?”

You snorted at the description he gave, realizing how accurate it truly was. You took a moment to lock eyes with Stede, finding comfort in the earnest and sincere look he had on his face. You reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, figuring that you should probably tell him how you felt if you already made it to–at least–second base with his other half.

“Stede, I…” You let your hand slide down to his shoulder, offering some pressure to work his tense muscles.

“Go on darling, I’m listening.” He offered, placing his dish out of the way so you could have his full attention.

“I really like you. Both of you. And, like, I think you know but also I didn’t know how this was going to work,” you said, gesturing between you, him, and an imaginary third-party. “Ed and I were planning something to cheer you up, and I think he caught on during all that and I honestly should have told you–”

Stede cut you off once again, this time with his lips on yours. Even though you had been affectionate with him before and more physically comfortable with him as you shared a room with him, you found yourself shocked at his sudden advance. You welcomed it, obviously, but you almost couldn’t believe that you were really kissing Stede.

As you deepened the kiss, you noticed his style of kissing was far more gentle and rhythmic than Ed’s more chaotic and sloppy method. Stede took the time to really feel the curve of your lips on his own, savoring the lingering taste of sugar and dough that had come as a result of you tasting the meal you had just prepared.

You moved to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs while he moved his lips to your neck and jaw. You gasped at the action, not expecting him to kiss you in those sensitive regions. You softly ran your hands along his shoulders and back, massaging and rubbing what you could reach. This was certainly a way to relieve some of his stress, that’s for sure.

Just as you started to get into a good rhythm, Stede pulled back, looking up at you with one of the most genuine smiles you had seen on him since he entered his funk.

“I would love to sit here and do this with you all night, my love, but we should rest up for tomorrow–we’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brow, curious as to what he was on about.

At your quizzical response, Stede continued. “We’re dropping anchor at the island tomorrow, remember?” You rolled your eyes at Ed’s lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. “Yeah, Ed let that slip too,” he continued, “...and…hopefully you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of suggesting that you, Ed, and I get our own private bungalow…if you catch my drift.” He said, waving his eyebrows at the last bit.

Yeah, you totally caught his drift. Now all you had to do was survive through the night and following day without going completely weak at the knees.

~

You awoke the next morning feeling literally better than ever. The ship was anchored at a lovely part of the island that allowed you to see white sand and clear water for miles, with a few living spaces and natural flora strewn about. Stede had woken you up with a kiss on the forehead, before letting you know he was going to scope out the island with Ed and a few others. You had taken your time in getting ready, dolling yourself up a bit to embrace the relaxing vibes.

As you made your way onto solid land–after greeting a rather cheerful Lucius and sharing a few words with Jim–you nearly tripped over your feet when your eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of you.

Stede and Ed were doing what you could only describe as ‘frolicking’ in the water along the beach. Your eyes immediately traveled to Ed’s bare chest, and the various tattoos that adorned his body. He hadn’t seen you yet, so luckily he couldn’t embarrass you about ogling over him just yet, but you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him in the meantime.

That is, until Stede came into view. He emerged from the water, looking like the culmination of every fantasy you had had about the seemingly innocent man. Unlike Ed, he had chosen to leave his white undershirt on, with the top buttons undone. The way his broad chest glistened in the sunlight with droplets of water and slightest hint of sweat, as well as how the transparency of the wet shirt allowed you to see his form, had you clenching your thighs together and swallowing the saliva that had unknowingly accumulated in your mouth.

Damn, they were hot. And come to think of it–you were too. The heat index had to be skyrocketing on this particular day, and the sun reflecting off the crashing waves did little to cool you. With another swallow for good measure, you began your descent down the sloped beach, leaving your shoes in the sand as you approached the two men in the water.

“Hello darling! We were just wondering when you might turn up,” Stede said, flashing his signature smile in your direction.

“Yeah, I was starting to think you blew us off to go hang out with Jim or some shit,” Ed added.

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to the two men. “First of all, there is other important…business…that Jim can get up to on their own other than ‘hanging out’ with me, thank you very much,” you said, gesturing at the person in question to further what you were saying. “And second,” you continued, glancing between the two men, “I wanted to see what you two were up to.”

Ed pursed his lips and let out a huff. “Hmm, that’s funny.”

“What?” You shot back.

He turned to face you. “Nothing, I’m just trying to figure out where in that little speech of yours that you were going to explain why you were drooling over us a minute ago,” Ed said, with a cocky, shit-eating grin on his face.

Your eyes widened, and if Stede hadn’t been there as well you would have seriously considered slapping the look straight off of Ed’s face. Or kissing it off. Or both.

Stede moved to stand between you and the other man. “Now, now, Ed. Stop teasing Y/N! We’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?!” You couldn’t help but realize how much Stede looked like a father scolding his rambunctious child at that moment. Sometimes you forgot the man was a father outside of his life of piracy, and to be honest, you couldn’t help but find that rather–

Ed interrupted your thoughts. “Well Y/N certainly seems to be relaxing, if you know what I mean...”

You moved past Stede so that you were face to face with Ed. “Edward Teach, you are going to fucking GET IT!” You said, highlighting your statement with an–almost comically lackluster–splash.

Ed feigned surprise, using a hand to cover his open mouth. “Yeah? Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish, sweetheart,” he said, hesitating before doing anything in response. The action itself was kind of cute, but you weren’t in the mood for cute–you were out for blood.

“You should tell yourself that,” you said with a sly smile, before lunging towards him and splashing him a few times in rapid succession, noticing the way Stede seemed to be debating between running for the hills and stepping between the two of you once more. As Stede opted for a sort-of middle ground where he almost seemed to be supervising the two of you, Ed had begun splashing you in response, effectively soaking your upper half. Of course, you had opted to wear a blouse similar to the one Stede was currently wearing (as he had loaned it to you upon arrival), so you were certain the two men in front of you were getting quite the view of your form.

You closed your eyes as Ed’s splashes became too overwhelming, and you missed the way each of the men followed the curve of your body as you raised your hands above your head in surrender and said “that’s enough!”

With one final flick of water which earned him a look of annoyance from you, Ed halted his actions.

You lowered your arms and wiped any remaining water from your face and eyes, shaking your arms and upper body to try and dry what you could. Stede approached you at this point, his hand connecting with your cheek as he angled your head up so his eyes could meet yours.

“Did he go too hard on you?” He innocently asked, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the innuendo that the statement insinuated. Stede smiled in response, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Of course, the sweet moment was interrupted by the grey-haired pirate who you nearly forgot was standing near you.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help but feel like I’m interrupting something here…” he said, and you were reminded that you hadn’t had the chance to tell him about the moment you shared with Stede the previous night. Your fears, however, were relieved by Stede chuckling and inviting Ed to join the two of you, which led you to assume that Stede had already filled him in.

You reached out for Ed as he approached you, stroking your hand up and down his toned arm when he was within reach. “For the record, I was only staring earlier because I enjoy seeing the mighty Blackbeard frolicking on the beach in my free time.”

He laughed a genuine laugh at that. “Sure, Y/N, you keep telling yourself that. Whatever you have to do to sleep at night.”

You glanced between him and Stede before speaking again. “Right…so about sleeping…” you broached, and once you received confused looks from each of them, you continued on. “Stede told me about our…uh…sleeping arrangements tonight…”

“And, let me guess, you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come?” Stede added, as if he was reading your mind.

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little flustered at both your close proximity to the two men as well as from the effects of the warm sun on your skin. You saw Ed smirk out of the corner of your eye at your admission, and then felt him walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle.

“Is this okay?” He asked, moving your hair to the side to reveal your neck.

“Of course,” you responded, locking eyes with Stede as Ed started kissing your neck and jaw. As you moved your head to the side to allow him better access, you locked eyes with Stede, who had moved to be directly in front of you. “Can I touch you?” You asked him, and were immediately met with him frantically nodding.

As Ed reached around to untuck the shirt you were wearing to access your skin underneath, you reached your own hands up to where Stede’s shirt had opened, and ran your fingers over his bare chest. You stroked your hands up and down, then used the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

You moved to deepen the kiss, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two men, and you could sense the raw, primal desire each of the men had for you. You could also feel it in the way Stede’s kiss was all teeth and tongue, and how Ed’s tightening pants behind you rubbed against your ass.

You pulled away from Stede but continued your actions with your hands, turning your head to be in line with Ed’s ear. “When was the last time you had a proper fuck?” You asked him, kissing his earlobe as you waited for a response.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart?” He nearly growled, accentuating his statement by gripping your hips tightly. “Do you think about me like that? Think about us, like that? Huh?”

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by an obscenely loud–and incredibly inconvenient–whistle from behind you. You, Ed, and Stede were off each other in an instant, heads whipping towards the source of the sound. What you weren’t prepared for, was to see nearly the entire crew of the Revenge making their way towards you.

Stede greeted his crew with a wave, making his way towards them and beckoning you over in the process.

Yeah, this was going to be a long day.

~

The night had fallen, as had your heart, after the events of the day. Besides the obligatory vacation and crew festivities that kept you busy, you couldn’t help but anxiously await the anticipated events of the night.

Stede and Ed had their fun with you nearly the entire day, mostly through lingering touches and hushed conversations, doing nothing to make the time spent with the crew pass any quicker. You had eventually called it quits as the sun began to set, excusing yourself as you headed towards your rather luxurious living quarters for the night, which is where you found yourself now.

You glanced up from where you were perched on perhaps the largest bed you had ever seen. From your position, you could see the gorgeous living room that had greeted you upon arrival, as well as the kitchen and stairs to the guest room. You assumed that you would be sleeping there tonight, but upon locating the bed that nearly swallowed you whole, you figured that you and your two companions could all fit here.

A knock at the front door had you up in an instant. The knock was accompanied by an “anybody home?” that was far too chipper to be anyone other than Stede.

You opened the door once you reached it, smiling upon realizing that Ed had tagged along with Stede. “Hey boys!” You greeted, backing up to allow them inside. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was for Ed to barge in before Stede and push you up against the nearest wall, his hands finding your hips while his lips found yours. It was a filthy kiss, clearly only initiated to bring about…something more. Something that you had been thinking about for the better part of your time with the captains of the Revenge.

You pulled back–much to Ed’s dismay–and immediately cradled his face as you began to speak, hearing Stede approach you from behind, similar to the position you found yourself in just hours ago.

“So…” you droned on, angling yourself so that you could get a look at both men.

“So…” Stede replied, smirking at your sudden bashfulness.

Ed grunted and gripped your hips, drawing your attention back to him. “Do you want this sweetheart?” He asked sweetly, genuine concern in his eyes. “Want us?” He added, before leaning back to gauge your reaction.

You looked between him and Stede with a smirk, before responding. “I’ve wanted this for longer than you could ever know.”

Stede raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that right?” He asked, smoothing a hand down your side and resting it on Ed’s hand. You were starting to get used to being sandwiched between the two men, especially when you caught the tender look shared between them as you let out a sigh of contentment and nodded.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class, Y/N?” Ed teased, his grip on your hips tightening.

You bit your lip and pulled away, their hands falling away from your body. “What if I showed you, instead?” You asked, reaching a hand out for each of them to take. Stede obliged, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you towards the bedroom, while Ed settled for a slight slap on your ass and followed closely behind.

You were quick to push Stede onto the bed, straddling him while you helped him take off his–many–layers. You heard Ed doing the same behind you, and were greeted by him in just his leather pants, and you were not modest in the way you checked him out.

He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to stop him. “Ed, I swear if you are about to ask me if I ‘like what I see’ I will literally make you sit and watch while me and Stede-”

He cut you off with a chuckle. “Woah. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to suck my dick, but now that I know that you’re into voyeurism, I might just take you up on that offer.”

Your face dropped and you rolled your eyes, and you were about to turn your attention back to a now shirtless Stede when you felt a strong grip on your chin. Ed angled your face to turn back towards his, his eyes now hooded and dark.

“Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” He questioned, and you felt your heart drop at his words. You had never seen Ed in what he and Stede referred to as ‘Blackbeard Mode,’ and now that it was fully on display you couldn’t help but feel a little scared…but also incredibly turned on.

The grip on your chin loosed, only for Ed to move it to your neck. “Answer me!” Ed demanded, which nearly sent you into a panic–a sexy, heart racing type of panic.

“Yeah, I did.” You mumbled under your breath.

Ed narrowed his eyes. “What was that?” He asked.

You cleared your throat as best you could given your current position, and felt Stede’s hands slide delicately up your back to relax you. You caved at their actions, softening as you let down your guard. “I did Ed, I’m sorry...” you replied, louder than your previous statement.

Ed removed his hand from your neck, stroking it down your cheek softly. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart–I’m just fuckin’ with you. You know I like the difficult ones.” At your confused look, he nodded towards the other man before adding, “just ask Stede. That man has the mouth of a sailor…pun fully intended,” he said with a wink, nearly making you roll your eyes again and defeat the entire purpose of…whatever the hell this was.

Instead, your eyes widened slightly at the new information, before turning back to Stede. “Is it true, Stede?” You asked, still slightly taken aback that the seemingly innocent blonde was something else entirely in bed.

He responded by pulling your hips towards him, and angling you so that your core could grind against his erection, leaning in so he could speak into your ear. “I guess you’ll have to find out, darling.” He said in a voice you nearly didn’t recognize, before continuing. “Also, that’s ‘Captain’ to you, missy.”

You pulled back and shared a look with Ed to see if Stede was serious or not, and when Ed didn’t roll his eyes or make a comment, you knew you were in for an interesting night.

You rolled your hips on Stede’s hardening cock, moaning at the feeling and the way his lips parted to do the same, before responding. “Alright Captain, you gonna show me what you’re made of, or keep teasing me all night?”

At that, Ed reached around your body and began removing your clothes, probably after realizing you still had on at least two more layers than they did. Stede busied himself with attacking your neck with his lips, continuing to grind you down in his lap while Ed did the same from behind you. You could feel your panties nearly soaking through at this point, your core throbbing for more attention.

As if he could read your mind, Ed pulled you away from Stede–not without a whine from you, of course–and sat you on the bed next to the blonde. You turned to face Stede, taking in how truly gorgeous the man is, prompting you to lean forward to kiss him, immediately opening your mouth to allow your tongues to collide. It was sloppy, drool threatening to spill out of your mouth and probably his too, but it was just what you needed at the moment. Oh, and certainly the hand that was slowly snaking its way into your pants currently.

You opened your eyes to try and get a better view of how the other man was touching you, but a firm hand came up to keep you focused on your kiss. “Focus on Stede for me, sweetheart,” Ed began, “I want to taste this sweet pussy and make you feel good.” You moaned, before he continued. “Can you let me do that for you, baby?”

You nodded frantically, parting your legs for him and allowing him to remove your pants. You could feel him playing with the waistband of your panties and he sunk down between your legs. As you felt his lips on your inner thighs and clothed center, you took the opportunity to stroke Stede’s inner thigh, feeling him tense slightly then relax into your touch. Just as you had done for Ed, Stede widened his legs, allowing you access into his trousers. You pulled back from your kiss with him, bringing your forehead to his as you longed for more of the closeness you had established with him.

You moved to continue your actions, stroking your hands along Stede’s lower stomach, halting when you felt Ed pull down your panties and quickly move to connect himself with your core. His lips were on your clit, sucking and kissing the swollen bud, as his fingers came up to find your soaken hole. He slowly slid two fingers into your pussy, setting a slow but steady pace as you braced yourself on Stede’s thighs.

Ed pulled back, his fingers fully replacing his mouth as he gauged your reaction to his actions thus far. “God…you’re so fucking soaked, Y/N. Do you want to make Stede feel good while I make you cum?”

You hesitated before responding, not because you were unsure of your answer but because his fingers were hitting all the right spots at the moment. His rough hands only added to the sensation, and you felt like you had to restrain yourself from fully getting off on his hand.

Stede picked up on your inability to form a response, and gripped your hands where they were resting on his thighs. He looked at Ed and there seemed to be a mutual understanding, and then Ed’s hands were off of you, gaining your attention.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Ed was already standing in front of Stede, offering the other man his fingers that had just been inside of you.

When you say that you nearly passed out from the scene that was unfolding in front of you, you were definitely not exaggerating. Stede leaned forward, gripping Ed’s hand at the wrist and guiding his fingers into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the digits, tongue flicking out to taste your slick, and you literally had to cross your legs to keep from orgasming on the spot. To make matters worse, Stede opened his eyes and made eye contact with first Ed then you, and let out a moan, as though he was tasting his own personal cocktail of ambrosia.

Stede released Ed’s fingers, and you felt yourself being moved by Ed so that you were kneeling perpendicular to where Stede was sitting on the edge of the bed, with your head near his lap. Ed positioned himself behind you, and you missed the way he licked his lips and leaned down as you focused on Stede’s pleasure. Gingerly, you reached for Stede’s trousers and briefs once more, pulling them down enough to free his now throbbing cock. You looked up at Stede shyly, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he flashed you a soft smile before he spoke. “Go ahead, darling.”

To encourage you further, Ed took this opportunity to attack your pussy with his tongue. You were super glad he decided to shave his beard only a few days ago, as the slight burn of the stubble contrasted with his wet, soft tongue felt amazing in between your legs. Before you became overwhelmed with the sensation once again, you reached forward and took Stede’s cock in your hand. It barely fit in just one of your hands, which you discovered as you started to jerk off his shaft.

“Give me your hand, darling,” Stede said, and you obliged. “Good girl,” he added once you moved to comply. You kept one hand moving on his dick while you reached out your other one, which the man took and brought to his mouth. Just as Ed started eating you out like a starved man, Stede spit into your open hand, then guided it back down to join your other hand. The action itself was filthy in nature, making you buck your hips into Ed’s mouth and increase the rate at which you jerked Stede off. He gasped at the action, and you could feel him holding his hips back to resist rutting up into your hands.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Stede said, before adding, “Is Ed going to make you cum, sweetheart?” He leaned his head back slightly to toss some of his hair out of his face, before looking down at you for a response.

“Yes, shit, gonna cum soon–” You were cut off by a slap on your ass by Ed, causing you to jolt forward and come face to face with Stede’s cock. You better positioned yourself on Stede’s thighs, leaning forward to take the tip into your mouth. You could feel that Ed added his fingers back into your pussy somewhere during this process, and the familiar heat in your core ramping up as he continued his actions.

You removed one hand from Stede’s cock as you took him deeper into your mouth, using it to massage his balls. You could feel a combination of your spit and Stede’s precum sliding down his shaft to meet your hand, earning you a moan from the man above you. Upon hearing his sighs of pleasure, you let out one of your own, making Stede buck his hips and egging Ed’s attack on your pussy on further.

“Gonna cum, Y/N? With my face buried in your pussy, and your mouth around your Captain’s cock? Let it all go baby…” Ed said, and with that, you were seeing stars. You were glad you had Stede’s dick in your mouth, as the moans that threatened to slip out as you rode your high were–mostly–stifled.

Ed continued to lick and kiss your cunt as you came down, while Stede reluctantly pulled you off his cock. When you moved to take him back into your mouth, he reached out a hand to stop you, offering a merciful smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just a little too good at that is all,” he explained with a grin, and you felt Ed move behind you.

“I’m assuming you enjoyed that, huh, sweetheart?” Ed said, kneeling next to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t resist turning your head to kiss him on the mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back before you could deepen the kiss too much, looking at you with hooded eyes, similar to the way he did earlier. “God…who would’ve guessed that sweet Y/N was this filthy…” He teased, hand coming up to grip your cheeks and open your mouth. “Stick out your tongue for me, yeah?”

You did what he asked without hesitation, face still in Ed’s grasp, and he spit into your mouth. He released his grip and watched as you swallowed, using your eagerness as a sign to continue on with the events of the night.

“So…” Ed began, “Stede and I were talking…”

“And we wanted to leave it up to you before we went any further.” Stede interjected, a look of concern on his face.

You looked between them for what felt like the hundredth time this evening, and could see the love they had to share staring straight back at you. You knew, even prior to what had already occurred, that if there was anyone you wanted to do something like…whatever this was with, it would be them. Not only had they been there for you at one of your darkest times, but they had become sources of empowerment and support in the relatively short amount of time you knew them. Which is why you were confident in what you moved to say next.

“Ed…” You began, cupping his cheek then turning to Stede and doing the same. “Stede…” Both men leaned into your touch and listened intently. “There’s literally no one I would rather be doing this with. Both of you heard my call, took me by the hand, and led me to where I am today.” Both of their faces softened at your confession, and you placed your hands back into your lap.

Ed cleared his throat, breaking the short silence. “So, uh…we gonna fuck or not?”

You moved to straddle him, giggling at his statement. “Isn’t that literally what we were just doing?” You asked, rolling your hips over his still clothed erection.

“You haven’t even seen the slightest of what I’m capable of.” He replied, the brooding look returning to his face. This time, however, you weren’t having it, and saw through his dark façade.

“Okay, Blackbeard.” You said, rolling your eyes at his statement for added effect. He did not like that.

With a slap to your ass–and a glare from Stede–Ed repositioned you to perch atop his leg, leaning down towards your ear. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.” You nearly rolled your eyes again–of course he did. “Now be a good girl and get off on my leg, then we can give you what you really want.”

You did what he asked, but not without adding, “what I really want? You mean your love and devotion?”

Ed snorted at that, gripping your waist tighter and grinding you harder into his lap. “I think you need something to shut you up.” He said, grunting whenever you came in contact with his dick.

You raised an eyebrow at that and shared a look with Stede, who was watching this all unfold with an eager expression. He looked gorgeous from this angle, his hair all disheveled and his body on full display.

You halted the movement of your hips, hearing Ed let out a frustrated grunt. “I want both of you, so bad…” You said, matter-of-factly.

“How do you want us?” Stede asked, his concerned nature making itself known.

You felt yourself blush at the question, again not expecting something of such a suggestive nature falling out of Stede’s lips. That being said, he literally just revealed his apparent “Captain” kink to you so maybe you were too quick to judge what Stede was or wasn’t capable of saying.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you focused on what exactly was being asked of you. You honestly wanted nothing more than for each of the men to pound you into the mattress of this probably far too nice and boutique bed of yours, but a part of you deep down really wanted Stede to be the first of the two to get to know you so intimately. After all, he had done so much to take care of you as you had done for him–it just felt right.

Once you made up your mind–after also reminding yourself that you have all night–you voiced your thoughts. “Stede, I want you…” you began, looking down at your core before flicking your eyes back to the other man. “And Ed, I–”

He caught your drift immediately and finished your statement. “You want me to fuck your mouth, is that right?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You responded, too horny to say something witty in response.

At that, Stede stood and allowed you to move up and lay with your head dangling off the bed, giving yourself a perfect view of Ed’s lower half. You reached out and gripped what you could of his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed dip as Stede hovered over you, feeling his hands go to your shirt to finally remove it.

“May I?” He asked–ever the gentleman. You nodded, and you helped him pull the article of clothing off of you. You could feel Ed shifting behind you, and if you could see him attempting to wiggle out of his tight pants you would have probably bursted out laughing. You were distracted, however, by Stede’s hesitation as his hands hovered over your bra. Your eyes met his, and you gave a slight nod, reaching for his hand with your own and guiding it to the point at which the garment was connected to your body. He tenderly removed it from you, allowing it to fall to the floor and reveal your upper half to him.

As Stede leaned down to caress your breasts, you turned your head to be greeted with Ed’s unconcealed dick. To say that he was big would be an understatement–the man was seriously packing. No wonder he walked around like he owned the place, with a dick like that–

“Open your mouth for me.” He said, drawing you out of your–borderline objectifying–thoughts. You complied, and the heavy tip of his dick was in your mouth in an instant. You could taste the small amount of precum that had collected, making your mouth water.

You moved to position yourself at a better angle, but were stopped by Ed’s firm hands near your neck. You looked up at him as well as you could with your head upside down, and the determined look on his face was enough to suggest that he wanted you to lie back and enjoy yourself while he took the reins.

You were more than happy to comply, and focused on the sensations Stede was providing while Ed ensured that you were in a comfortable position and continued to stroke the tip of his dick on your open tongue. Stede’s hands slowly moved down your chest and stroked your hips, his lips also ghosting kisses down your abdomen.

As you felt Stede’s hands approach your core, you opened your legs wider to accommodate his form between your legs and to give him better access. You felt him chuckle at your actions, his lips now dangerously close to where you wanted him most. Well, a certain part of him.

“Stede…” you whined, feeling Ed pull back slightly as you spoke. Stede looked up at you eagerly, stopping short and expecting you to continue. When you didn't, he shifted once more so he was level with your face.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, his hand stroking your cheek as you gave him a pleading look. “I want you…”

He nuzzled your nose with his own and smiled, before replying. “Then it’s me you shall have.”

You moved again to accommodate his form, feeling him situate himself between your legs. He reached down and pumped his shaft a few times, sighing as his hand came in contact with his tender skin. You relaxed and leaned your head back once again, signaling that you were ready for them.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations you were experiencing, missing the glance Stede and Ed shared above you. After sharing a nod, the two men were quick to spring into action.

You felt Stede enter you first, the drag of his shaft along your walls slowly stretching your hole and hitting all the right places inside of you. You clenched around his cock once he was fully seated inside of you, moaning as his fingers ghosted over your clit. “You like that, darling?” He asked, beginning to set a slow, yet steady pace.

“Fuck yes!” You responded, smirking at him before adding “Captain.”

He grunted at that, picking up the pace and in turn, rocking the bed you were perched on. You silently prayed that all of the other crew members had settled down and weren’t looking for either of their captains, because the scene currently unfolding would probably make even the most rugged pirate say a prayer; unless their name was ‘Stede’ or ‘Ed,’ apparently.

Speaking of the devil, Ed saw your moment of quiet contemplation as an opportunity to grip your jaw, angling you once more to better suit his needs. You smiled at him before sticking out your tongue, prompting him to smirk back then lean down and spit as he had before, this time using it as added slick as he guided his cock back into your mouth.

Stede’s gentle, yet determined thrusts, and Ed’s rough and messy use of your mouth combined in a perfect tango which had you reaching your peak in seconds.

Ed could see the way your body was convulsing and twisting, clenching on Stede’s cock and drooling on his own. “You fucking like that, Y/N?” He asked, his hips working his cock against your tongue and down your throat. You moaned around his cock in response, egging him on more.

With a light slap to your cheek, he continued. “Fuck yeah you do, ohmygod–we should’ve done this so much sooner..”

Stede glanced up at that, tossing his–now disheveled–blonde locks out of his face. “I was thinking the same thing,” he said, gently, prompting Ed to lean down and meet his lips. You saw the two men deepen the kiss above you, and in that moment, everything felt so right. You finally had the two men who took you in, cared for you, and allowed you to care for them in return right where you wanted them, and you fucking loved it. Your sweet, kind Stede, who never failed to be gentle with you even when he was at his lowest, was making you feel better than you ever imagined, while your edgy, yet kind-hearted Ed allowed you to treat him how he deserved. It was everything you had been searching for–your hidden treasure, and you had been led to them as a personal treasure of their own.

Stede’s thrusts eventually became more irregular, and you could feel his cock throbbing in your core, signaling that he was close. Ed had opted to glide his shaft on top of your wet mouth and tongue, using you like his own personal toy. It was messy–filthy even, but you fucking loved it. You especially loved it when Ed used his free hand to play with one of your breasts, using some drool that had collected around your mouth as slick to play with your hard bud. Stede brought a hand up as well and did the same and you thanked every deity you could think of for allowing your paths to cross.

Shockingly, it was Ed who voiced his thoughts first. “Fuck, Stede, Y/N, I’m close.”

Stede slowed his thrusts a bit–earning a whine from you–and took a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck, me too.” He sat back on his knees, leaving just his tip inside you, and glanced down at you. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Getting close?”

You nodded, and felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap as Stede drew the tip of his cock out and around your slick hole and clit. “Wanna c-cum, for you. Both of you.”

“I know you do darling, but I’m afraid I can’t hold out for much longer…” Stede responded, gripping the base of his shaft to try and hold off his orgasm.

“I can…” Ed cockily replied, easing his dick out of your mouth.

You sat up, noticing how suddenly empty you felt as you did, and turned to look Ed in the eyes. “And what if I don’t believe you?” You asked with wild eyes, hoping he would take the bait.

“Why don’t you lie on your stomach and find out for yourself, slut?” He gritted back, and you could’ve lost it right then and there, but your anticipation for what he proposed outweighed your need to orgasm without him inside you.

“Ed!?” Stede chirped in, likely as an attempt to come to your defense. When he saw the smirk on your face and look of desire in your eyes, however, his own eyes widened a bit, and he understood that the term hadn’t entirely pissed you off–in fact, it had had the opposite effect.

Stede huffed before allowing you to follow Ed’s orders and reposition yourself. “And I thought I was into some interesting things…”

As Ed settled behind you after your position replicated what he had asked of you, you turned your head to follow Stede as he sat at the head of the bed in front of you, giggling at his admission. “What kinds of things, Captain?” You asked, sure to use his favorite nickname.

Stede rolled his eyes and fixed his hair before smiling down at you. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You smiled, moving to respond once more, but were cut off by Ed entering you with no warning. Your soft pussy gripped him tight, wetness coating his throbbing shaft. He could feel that you were pretty well stretched from Stede, and didn’t take much time in working you up to a hard and fast rhythm that had you moaning.

Still, through the haze of horniness that had accumulated, you felt the urge to reach for the blonde-haired man in front of you, taking all of what you could of his member into your mouth. He gasped, not expecting you to do so as Ed was literally pounding you into the mattress, but welcomed it nonetheless.

Ed slapped your ass as he saw what you were doing to Stede, pinching and massaging it as he picked up his pace even more. “Look at you, Y/N, being split open by us. Fuck, you’re so good-”

“Such a good girl…” Stede continued after Ed became a moaning mess, making you clench down on Ed’s leaking cock. You took Stede’s slick cock deeper into your mouth, tears threatening to spill as you started properly sucking him off. You could taste the saltiness of his precum mixing with the saliva of your mouth, and looked up at him through your lashes as you felt one of his hands move to your throat. It was mainly to support your neck and to guide you where he needed you, but the slight pressure made your pussy throb and turned you on even more–if that’s even possible.

It turns out it was, because when Ed brought a hand down to your clit you were done for. You looked up at Stede with desperation in your eyes, and he knew immediately that you were rapidly approaching your peak.

“Shit, Ed, Y/N’s nearly there…” Stede announced, his tone suggesting that you were not alone in your predicament.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with us inside you?” Ed said, and you moaned around Stede’s cock as a response, fucking back into Ed as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. That, combined with the way he flicked at your clit and the delicious pressure of Stede’s cock on your tongue and hand on your throat finally sent you over the edge. You nearly collapsed as your orgasm rode through you, your hole gripping Ed tight and nearly all of your muscles convulsing in the process. It felt like heaven.

“Mmm, gripping me so tight…gonna cum…” Ed slurred, before gingerly pulling out and releasing on your hole and thighs.

Stede was not far behind, and you reached a hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, causing him to thrust slowly as pleasure started to overcome his senses. “I’m so close, pretty girl,” he said, and you felt the bed shift behind you. You focused on licking and sucking all that you could, locking eyes with Stede as his breathing increased and cock started to leak more.

You felt his balls tighten as he continued to thrust, and just as he let go you felt a set of hands pull your hair back and stroke along your skin. You closed your eyes and swallowed all that he had to give, savoring the taste that was so distinctly Stede. You shamelessly moaned at the sensation, earning a chuckle from both men; prompting you to come back down to Earth. Stede carefully removed his spent shaft from your mouth, using a finger to wipe a bit of drool and his release from the corners of your mouth. He tucked himself back into his trousers and settled into the bed, gesturing for you to do the same. When you went to move and realized your hair was still pulled back, you turned to the side and were greeted with a grinning Ed who was now playing with your hair that was in his grip.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, but when his gaze remained on his fingers in your hair, you spoke. “You gonna play with that forever, or come cuddle?” You asked, cheekily.

He halted his action and removed his hands with a huff. “Fine…but only if I get to be the big spoon.”

You crawled into Stede’s arms speedily, positioning yourself with your back to him and arms open wide. “Well shit. Looks like that position has already been filled.”

Ed pouted, crossing his arms and taking in your inviting form, but ultimately sighing and laying in your arms. To egg him on more–something you started to enjoy more and more–you replicated his previous actions and began playing with his hair.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes before speaking. “I hate you.”

You kissed him on the temple, and raised one of Stede’s hands from around your waist to your lips and did the same. “Love you too.”

~

taglist: @conthesatanist

#blackbeard x reader #stede bonnet x reader #edward teach x reader #edward teach x stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard x reader #blackbonnet x reader

[gomzwrites]

✧✿✧˖° Chocolate °˖✧✿✧

Hello heLLOO! *waves excitedly over a round table* come come I have tea and dessert for everyone *pulls out a few chairs*

Alright, so. Some of my thoughts first regarding the Academic AU

I wrote this fic longer than intended because I was going heavy with the details and plot

Though I am wondering if this kind of smut is welcome here, because I've let a few of my friends to read it and gotten mix responses, some said it was lengthy while some said they liked it

Personally, I was trying to walk readers through the entire process, and since its the first encounter/$ex scene, I wanted to show the small details to indicate some stuff

Initially I was going to write like virgin reader for the innocent sake. but that will make my fic longer WHEEZE-

I ended up hinting the "innocent" part with the floral pattern on the brief, well I say hint but idk if that was obvious lmfao anyways-

not to say I dont like longer fics, but the longer I write, the more mistakes im gonna encounter (if you can't tell already, i struggle a lot with grammar lol)

In the end after much consideration, ive cut down heavily on the smut and condensed to what we have now and Im okay with it, tho I would like to hear your thoughts (send me anonymously if you're shy, or just comment, I dont bite I promise :D)

Okay, *pours everyone a cup of tea*, some headcannons and notes

So, as you all can tell, there was a hint of mlm there of Price x Simon, not sure how everyone think about it but I for one eat that shit up

Now, I did gave some thoughts about the subjects Price and Simon teach, in the end though I decided to leave it blank because I couldn't be sure

See im from Asia so the education system here is extremely different from the UK/US, and I got kinda confused and overwhelmed with the choices XD so I just left it blank

I was going to write them with STEM majors, but eeerrr Idk, cant really picture Price or Simon as engineer or medicine lecturers(iykyk)(rise up my STEM sisters and brothers-)

Perhaps you can give me some thoughts about it, I was thinking something about History for Price, then something about Linguistic/Statistic/Psychology for Simon

Okay, Gaz also made an appearance on the fic((of course he did, my precious bb)), now for him I have a solid idea to make him Pharmacology based or at least somewhere along the healthcare sector, hence the Dr

I might, also bring Soap in the future, but I dont know how or what his role will be yet (gym tutor? physical therapist?)

Will I make this into a poly thing? Im not sure, probably not XD but I might do a special moment with Gaz bcuz im that bias

oh yeah, forgot add on, but yes there's a reason for the name changes(Mr Riley to Simon) and name that stayed (Prof Price), its just to further show that Price has the power and all the sayings (you know cuz he is the Captain originally so I wanted to bring that over)

You wanna call him John? mmmm that's gonna take some convincing and time >:)

Lastly, some future plans (no promises) - nsfw here

many h0rny, many ideas, many tired

anyways, Im thinking of xreader individually fic(like Price x you then Simon x you separately), then eventually building it up to both of them destroying you in threesome manner (lovingly)

I want. I want to write Price being mEAN YALL-

Like him bullying you and putting a vibrat0r inside you and force you to come out to write something on the board in front of everyone, dialing up the intensity as you try your hardest not to cum right there

or or or or or

thinking about c0ckwarming under his desk- raaasdajdgajdh

then Simon...oh sweet sweet Simon

Im thinking maybe dom!reader, just a maybe.

Riding him until he's a whimpering sobbing mess

Idk if anyone remembered, but u know this part?

:)

yeah, maaaaaybe Simon has that exhibitionism kink

so lets abuse that shall we

thinking of doing it in the car park/in his car, you giving him head under the steering wheel as he pulls down the car window slightly to talk to a student who just wanted to chat

Poor him trying to be calm and steady his tone as his knuckles turned white, hands clammy as you suck harder, not giving a damn if you're going to draw attention

or or or or or or or

going back to the riding part, tying him up with his tie, not letting him touch you as you ride that dick like your life depends on it, you hear him begging and whimpering, bucking his hips up desperately

im very unwell

ANYWAYS, ye so far, these are the only ideas I have atm, but don't expect me to write it so soon haha

If im gonna be honest, this blog was created when I had a massive art block, and then somehow (even until today!!) my soft fics blew up and ye it escalated from there

not really but also- If you see me write a fic, its usually bcuz im struggling with art, likewise if you followed me on @gomzdraws or twitter, you would notice im more active cause I think for me, drawing is easier than writing

im grateful to be able to express in two mediums tho, even tho I suck at it haha

but I do sincerely want to make this into a series, so I thank everyone for being patience with me, I appreciate it

Ogeh, *brings out a briefcase* recommendation time

if you like Prof AUs, then boi do I have some fics for you here in tumblr

Guyfierii has a long Prof series and they're wonderful

mehh141's amAZING PROF PRICE ART IM CRYING-

Shroomie (one of the first few blog I was exposed to when I started reading cod fics :D) made 2 Prof fics as well - sadly I dont think they're active since April because of uni :(

ajhdkadh sleepyconfusedpotato, the god of both being a great artist and oc!fic writer made a post a while ago about tf141 possible Professor headcannons - give it a look if ya interested

that is all from me, and btw don't feel obligated to comment or send me a text or anything!! The fact that you made it till the end is already making me happy :D thanks for reading my babbling and points LMAO

Have a nice day/night friends :)

#gomzspeaks #academic au

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Anakin kink headcannon

Here is my veiw on Anakin's kinks. This one was fun. He is a sick little puppy, i love him so much 🥲🥲

Warnings: smut takl, kink talk (tried to make this more gender neutral please tell me if i failed miserably)

Anakin is a precious boi. Confusing. But precious.

It takes alot to fully understand anakin as a parnter. Sure he is cocky, playfull protective and pretty scary when his temper is aroused.

But in the bed room he is pretty needy and sweet, oh so easy to break.

If we are honest he becomes a feral little whore.

Mommy/daddy kink. Thats it. Thats the elephant in the room. Despite being the chosen hero without fear he is desperate to find that one partner who will let him be the apple of their eye.

And who also takes care of him, and is stern enough to stop him from thinking too hard. He needs to have the weight lifted from his shoulders sometimes? You know?

Needs to be needed. In all aspects of life he lives to serve, he needs to be wanted and appreciated. Rewarded even.

Definitely a chest man, whether his partner is male or femal theres something about titties.

He isnt even too sure himself. He loves to lay on them, snuggling up into your chest leaving kisses on them listening to your heartbeat below.

Yes, he is a sucker for titties and sucks the titties more often than not.

To rial him up all you gotta do is show some chest and give him a stern look and he is ready freddy!

Praise kink for days! DAYS! Tell him he's a good boy and 'making mommy/daddy so proud' and he will be putty in your hands.

Also filthy. He has a knack for lacing his pleading with dirty talk. Like the nastiest shit

Some of which even makes you blush. He wants to be your filthy little whore, to have his hair pulled and face slapped. 'Use me' is on of his favourite things to moan in your ear. And obviously you ablige itxd be rude not to~

He has asked to be spat on.

But its not all scratces and sobbing, oh no he also enjoys the way you litter his face with sweet kisses and shower him with affection afterwards.

The chosen one is obsessed with making his partner cum, he lives for it! The need to please and receive his partners approval drives him.

But sometimes he is a little too eager. There has been times where he tries so hard to be the bestest boy and forces you across the finish line one time too many.

Youd be laying their in a daze tasting colours after being forced into multiple orgasms;during which you were unable to speak to order him to stop.

He'd become the most attentive he's ever been, scurrying about the room collecting anything and everything he could think of to help you relax. Juice, datapad, blankets pillows.

Fuck he'd even fetch some body lotion and start trying to coax you into having a massage from him.

He will do anything and everything because he is just that type of partner.

He has and ingrained need to earn approval and praise from everyone he holds dear to him, and if you start feeding that need in the bed room? Well congratulations you just earned yourself a jedi general for the forseeable future.

#oh for fic sake headcannon #anakin x reader #anakin headcanon #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker headcannon #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker starwars

[palettepainter]

So happy to hear you liked the Jamie x Rand fic!

Do you have any headcanons about Jamie? Like her relationship with Janice or anything like that?

*chuckles and rubs my hands together* Oh, I have headcannons alright (and it was awesome I love Jamie and Rand sm!! They've got my opposites attract dynamic loving heart in their hands) this ended up a lot longer then I thought so I'll stick general headcannons at the top and then my thoughts on Jamie's and Janice's bond at the bottom! I discussed some of these ideas with @teds-topia who also writes Muppet works on AO3!

General Headcannons:

-I can't remember if this was said in the series but to me if felt like it was implied, Jamie is the younger twin

-Unlike Janice, Jamie's voice is very clear, she lacks that laid back, hippy drawl to her tone Janice has. She only ever sounds like that when she's drunk

-Jamie, as opposed to Janice, isn't much of a social butterfly. She's happy to add to a conversation if she feels like she can contribute something to it, but overall, she's a very driven, work focused person (picture S1 Twilight from MLP)

-Also unlike Janice, Jamie has a very straight laced job in marketing. She's a fine worker and quickly rose to the head of her department, she runs a tight ship but is actually quite fond of her work team and her job

-Despite her being the head of her department she's a very accepting person. When they where in school Jamie was one of the few who totally accepted Janice's hobbies, so she's pretty unphased by things others would consider weird or bizarre

-Always dresses very smartly, often in a blazer

-Jamie also has the ability to detect lies, however she is not allergic to them like Janice (Jamie still questions if one can actually be allergic to lies or not-)

-Can do large calculations without the need of a calculator

-She loves desk plants and is the type to give them all names. She's also heard that talking to plants can help them grow, but she gets very flustered when her co-workers overhear her quietly whispering words of encouragement to her cactus

-Since she works in marketing she can sometimes, unintentionally, come off as a little intense

-She doesn't like Floyd, it's not that she hates him, she just really, really, really, really dislikes him. She often feels awkward around him and is unsure of what to say so avoids him for both of their sakes. She also doesn't hold her tongue when she is forced to talk with Floyd, unlike Janice who often tries to see the good in every situation. Floyd tries to be nice, he's one of the few that knows of Janice having a sister, and he knows Janice misses Jamie deeply.

-She keeps an old picture in her wallet of her and Janice when they where younger

-While she does like to eat healthy like Janice Jamie isn't opposed to eating cheap microwave food or snacking on cold lasagne

-She likes routine and order, her parents never-ending support sort of back fired and it gave Jamie a strong people pleasing attitude, so when things change and she doesn't know how they'll end or how people will feel about her afterwards so she shy's away

-Behind her facade of professionalism she's actually a rather nervous, dorky individual. She enjoys documentaries on the rainforest, treating herself to an at-home spa day, going to zoo's and awing at the koala's and interior decorating

Jamie's and Janice's relationship:

-Janice and Jamie where born to two very normal, average, if a little dull and strict at times, parents. They both worked your typical 9-5 jobs with their mother taking on less hours after Janice and Jamie where born

-They where a lot closer as kids, in primary school they loved pulling the prank of pretending to be each other, confusing their poor teachers. All harmless fun, they never got into any real trouble (aside from the few times they snuck frogs and wild mice into school in their pockets). It was when the two entered their teens and went into secondary school did their bond hit a bump in the road

-Janice was a friendly student. She was bright, got along well with her teachers, and was totally unphased by classroom bullies (or so she let them believe)...but she wasn't the brightest bulb. Janice did very poorly with her grades, only really excelling in art and music. Jamie on the other hand, was very good academically! She was considered the "teachers pet". However, where Jamie excelled in her learning, she sort of sucked at making friends, preferring to instead keep to herself or shuffle behind her sister who was always the better one with talking (best way to imagine Jamie in school would be S1 Twilight from MLP)

-With Jamie being the nerdy kid with no actual friends she grew up very lonely in her later years at school, and clung to Janice fiercely. Jamie would always, always shut bullies down if she heard them muttering about her sister, she would always help Janice with her studying and try to phrase their studying material in a way she'd understand, she'd always support Janice and her weird fascination with crystals (Jamie didn't really understand Janice and her unusual hobbies relating to crystals, aurora readings and yoga, but Janice was happy and that's what mattered to her). Janice was Jamie's confidence boost, her rock to lean on and shield to hide behind when social stuff got too much, and in turn, Janice turned to Jamie first when it came to help with her homework, or to gossip about the newest energy reading she'd picked up from the new student that joined

-Years go by, Jamie graduates with high grades while Janice barely scrapped by. Over the years of the two being in school their parents ended up pushing Jamie a lot. Janice insisted her talents simply lied else where, which her parents took as her being dismissive of her studies. Janice's and Jamie's parents weren't cruel, but Janice never felt truly understood at home (it's referenced in some of the muppet movies that Janice's mum in particular often disagreed with her way of living). Naturally, their disappointment and frustration at Janice only turned into a reason to push Jamie to achieve high grades

-Jamie did genuinely want Janice to be happy, but she also wanted her sister to...well, get an actual job that paid in something other then "good vibes". Sure her crystals looked nice, and Jamie was glad they made Janice happy, but aurora readings and trapping negative vibes in crystals wouldn't pay bills. So, Janice gets a job, she bounces around a few but eventually settles into a groove of working in a hair saloon. Jamie goes off to have some high paying job, their parents couldn't be prouder! But Janice is not happy, in fact, she's utterly, down right miserable. In a spur of the moment like situation Janice quits her job and declares she's leaving to find her destiny, it didn't exactly go down well at dinner with their parents.

-Janice packs her things in a huff and despite Jamie pleading for Janice to not leave, to not go, to please just stay and they can talk this whole thing over and have a good laugh tomorrow if she'd just stay, Janice insists she's going. Both of them where emotional and may have said some hurtful things, things that neither of them really meant. (side note Jamie totally didn't spend the following weeks sick with worry, totally didn't buy some crystals meant to wish good luck to loved ones in hopes Janice would be okay and come home-). Jamie felt like Janice leaving her alone and that made Jamie scared, and Janice felt like Jamie was just siding with their parents by not believing in her

-This idea was discussed with @teds-topia: Years go by where the two don't talk but life eventually leads to the two sister bumping into each other when they're young adults, when Janice and the band are passing through Janice's home town. By some coincidence, Jamie happened to be in town for work, and the two end up wondering into each other. After their shock and unsure greetings, the two begin to relax, just a smidge, and talk about how life has been treating them. Jamie admits she's very happy to see Janice, glad that she's home, glad that Janice has come back and they can make up and be sisters again

But no, Janice happily tells her that she's joined a band, that they're just passing through for supplies, that she's on a spiritual journey discovering her calling. Isn't is wonderful Jamie?? Jamie does not thin it's wonderful, she thinks its stupid. Janice was just- just going to follow around a bunch of strangers around the world just for some dumb spiritual journey malarkey?! Jamie it crushed at the realisation that Janice really didn't come back for her, to say sorry. Janice is hurt that Jamie is being so rude and dismissive of her journey of growing. Another argument breaks out, the band beginning to awkwardly glance over at the commotion that sounds less than friendly, especially from their laid back, always happy Janice

The two sisters storm off with a huff, Janice unnaturally grumpy for the rest of the ride on the road. When Jamie gets home she promptly screams into the nearest pillow she can grab, then kicked the door and bruised her foot. She swears up and down that she is thoroughly done with Janice! To hell with Janice and her stupid soul growing journey. So what if she wanted to travel to god-knows-where with a buncha weird strangers she barely knew, if things went south it was gonna be her fault! She didn't need Janice anyway, hpmh! (Jamie still keeps that picture of her and Janice from when they where kids, often finding herself staring at it in thought when she's feeling lost herself, hoping that Janice is remembering to eat well and that she's doing okay, where-ever she is)

-I'm not too sure how these two eventually make up and become family again but I imagine it ended with the two gross sobbing and hugging

#Muppets #The Muppets #Janice #Jamie #The electric mayhem

[linkspooky]

I remember seeing a post how you headcannon Momo being a surrogate older sister to Mai, which I thought was so wholesome and yet so sad at the same time (sad due to Mai needing to find some sort of older sister affection after Maki cut her off)

Thus, I was wondering if you would like to expand upon/explain that headcannon in more details

Oh, and if we will get to see it in your future jjk fics

Momo being a surrogate older sister to Mai is something I enjoy, especially in regards to the friendship between the Kyoto girls Trio of Mai, Momo and Miwa. There's a lot of potential you could explore there. The difference between the way the Kyoto kids view friendship, and the way the Tokyo kids do.

They are a codependent mess of traumatized kids, but unlike the Tokyo Kids they tend to discuss their trauma out in the open and make an attempt to communicate with each other. There's also a theme of found family you could explore, or just in general how Kyoto Kids like Momo with Mai, or Miwa with Kokichi want to reach past the boundaries that sorcerers who usually fight alone have with each other and form closer relationships.

There's also a good theme of feeling a deep love for someone vs. the action of showing that love every day. When it comes to the difference between Mai's relatonship with Momo, and Mai's relationship with Maki it's Momo who actually buries Mai's body. Maki dumps her on the side of the road, because in that moment destroying the rest of the Zen'in is more important. I think that's emblematic of a lot of the tragedy of Mai and Maki's relationship.

To start out with, even in the one side story they're featured in, it's mentioned that the three Kyoto girls are oddly close because one sorcerers are naturally independent and two Momo is older than the both of them. On top of Momo stepping over a boundary for sorcerers that usually keeps them apart she also displays an overprotectiveness for her lowerclassmen.

When Miwa's heart is broken by Kokichi's death, it's Momo who feels the most for her sake. When Nobara is the one hurling insults at Mai and calling her the watered down version of Maki, notice how it's not Maki Mai's own older sister that's speaking up to try to defend her but Momo who takes Mai's side and tries to explain Nobara about the pressures Mai faces in the Zen'in Clan, and Mai's half of the story.

In a story where most of the characters avoid forming deep attachment or displaying sympathy (because Nobara's response to this is basically just "I don't have to sympathize with her if I don't like her), Momo goes against the current by deeply empathizing with both Miwa and Mai and not only stepping out of her shoes to understand their pain but also going out of their way to defend them.

Which is something that interests me about the Kyoto students, they all undergo the tragedy of growing close to one another, and growing attached, only to lose those attachments and mourn them.

Miwa is devastated by the loss of Kokichi, and Momo has to bury Mai's body but the only reason they mourn them so deeply is because they made the effort to grow attached in the first place.

Which is why I wanted to point out there is a difference in the way Momo mourns Mai, and the way that Maki mourns her. Maki calls Mai her heart, but doesn't bother to bury the bod and leaves her on the side of the road. Maki calls Mai her heart, but doesn't even know enough about Mai's life to know she was friends with Miwa. Mai apparently never told Maki anything, but Momo knows enough about her situation to explain everything she's undergone to Nobara.

Not to suggest Maki doesn't care, because clearly she does the loss of Mai makes her go off the deep end, but there's this interesting theme you could explore between the two of them in being there to show that you care, and caring at them from a distance. If Mai is Maki's heart, then much like the queen in Snow White she's put her heart in a box and buried her somewhere else to keep her own feelings at a distance because in the sorcerer world feelings / attachment = vulnerability.

As for future fanfic, there's a lot I want to do with the Kyoto Students during the culling games. My basic outline for my fics taking place during the culling games is to keep everything else the Tokyo kids do the same, and instead focus on what the Kyoto Kids are doing during that game.

Miwa and Momo have made brief appearances so far and both of them are incredibly ominous, Momo's face is not drawn and she looks incredibly melancholy (the deaths of Kokichi and Mai hitting her right in a row means she's probably not in a good place). Whereas when Momo appears onscreen she's calling Maki a monster.

Again, Momo's last impression of Maki is being handed Mai's corpse at the side of the road. She seems to be the only one of the kids who has some inkling of what happened to the Zen'in Clan.

For Fanfic I think it would be great to explore, not only what Miwa and Momo + the rest of the Kyoto kids are doing during the culling games, but also the way Miwa and Momo both mourn Mai because they're not Maki, and they haven't gone on a killing spree to avenge Mai. They're working through the weakness and pain of losing someone and not being able to do anything about it. They mourn Mai as a human being and an individual because they knew her a little better. It's also from an interesting perspective because both Miwa and Momo were too "weak" to protect her.

My plan more or less is to have Momo be together with Miwa during the culling games, and have them discuss their feelings and just try to do their part while just slowly breaking down, interspersed with flashbacks of how they grew close to each other. I also want to include Noritoshi Kamo who has also lost his chance to reform the Kamo clan and bring his mother home. They are all at this point feeling like everything they tried to protect they failed, and they want to throw their lives away for the good of the group, but they have to learn to live with the losses instead, because no matter how strong they grow, life is a series of constant losses and you can't hold onto everyone forever no matter how much you want to.

My culling game fics are going to focus ALL on the Kyoto Students, and the bonds between them including my headcanons for how they interacted during their school days, so please look forward to them!

#momo nishimiya #metasks #nobody dies au #fanfic asks #mai zenin #maki zenin #zenin twins #miwa kasumi

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🍄 ⇢ share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings.

Oh ho ho I have so many

Ellie/Dina/Jesse: Most people who follow my blog or my writing on AO3 know that I believe that if Jesse had lived, He, Dina, and Ellie would have ended up in a Polyamorous relationship, with Dina being the hinge. Ellie and Jesse are still best buds, and they love the crap out of each other, but they never want to bone.

So my headcannon for them is that they have two bedrooms in their house, but the second bedroom is not for Jesse; it's for Dina. Ellie and Jesse usually end up sleeping in the same bed together because they both sleep like the dead, whereas Dina is an extremely light sleeper. Ellie moves a lot in her sleep and Jesse snores. But because they both sleep so deeply, they don't bother each other, but poor Dina can't handle it. (This may or may not be modeled after my triforce, where my poor wife is Dina, and my husband and I are Ellie and Jesse.)

🎨 ⇢ link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This one is so hard because I have both seen and commissioned so many beautiful pieces of fan art, but this one is near and dear to my heart. It is the first piece of fan art I commissioned for my own work, and it's exactly what I wanted. Plus is still one of my favorite self-indulgent fics, What Makes a Family Oh I forgot the artist is @petitcroc here on Tumblr.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Unintelligible writing. I can handle a lot when it comes to topics, but when I can't understand what is trying to convey to me, I just give up.

Topic-wise, there are things I won't read, but they don't always make me click away right away; if the writing is really good and I like the premises of the story, I may try to skim the story or ignore the parts I don't enjoy.

Thinking about it, I will click away from a story that is just pain for pain's sake. If I'm going to read this whole story and this character is put through the wringer and, in the end, they gain nothing from it, then I'm not going to read it. The world is a hard enough place to live in; I don't want to read fantasy about that, either. Not dissing anyone who does love that, do what makes you happy it's just not my cup of tea.

#asks #asks game #tlou fanfic #tlou #the last of us #ao3

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I saw this headcannon by @sodasyrup a while ago, and I just HAD to write a short fic about it! I hope you guys enjoy it! EDIT: I accidentally tagged the wrong person in this. I had tagged @legogeek33 instead of @/sodasyrup the first time around. Sorry for the confusion guys! D:

Title: The Family Name

Words: 975

Warnings: Swearing

“Well, here we are! Forge, sweet home!” Kai said as he unlocked the door. The forge was stuffy as they all walked into the main room of the smithy. It had been a long while since he, or anyone had fired up the hearth, but the room still smelled of sulfur and oil. His parents sighed with a relief he hadn’t heard from them before; not even when he and Nya had managed to emerge from the temple at the bottom of the sea.

“Ahhh…it’s good to finally be home,” Maya said as she stepped into the shop area. Ray, for his part, went right up to the hearth, and let himself visibly relax; dropping his shoulders as he took in a deep breath.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed the smell of Ignacian palm wood and bamboo oil…” he said. Kai gave a bemused chuckle as he rolled his shoulders back until they gave a satisfying pop.

“And the Bounty wasn’t enough?” He asked. Maya laughed as she opened up one of the cupboards that they had been keeping various liquids, and they watched as her smile widened.

“You two actually kept up with the still?” She asked. Nya groaned as Kai leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, we had to pay the bills somehow!” He replied. “Besides, Nya’s gotten pretty good at making some of the strongest bathtub sake in the valley!” He could feel her groaning from across the room, as he watched their parents exchanged a pair of proud grins.

“That’s my baby girl!” Maya exclaimed.

“Kai!” Nya howled as she grabbed the nearest weapon to throw at him, only for Maya to pluck it from her hand as she was winding up to throw it.

“Oh, sweetie; did you make this dagger?” Ray chuckled as he picked up a piece of mail that was sitting in the mailbox by the door. His eyes shifted from bemusement to confusion as he shuffled through the various envelopes.

“Huh?” Ray squinted as he looked at the name printed on the envelope. “Who the heck is ‘Mr. Smith’ ? Did you two have a roommate?” The siblings stopped their squabbling to exchange their own confused looks.

“Ah…because that’s our family’s name?” Nya said. Ray looked like he had just heard one of the most mind-boggling things in his life, with how his mouth fell open. Maya, for her part, shook her head with stunned confusion.

“But…our name is Jiang.” The siblings gave each other another look that questioned whether the people they had welcomed into their home were really their parents.

“Well, technically it’s the name of Maya’s family, but it’s also a sort-of combination of my family’s name, and hers.” Ray said. Kai felt his brain start to short-circuit.

“Wha-Wait; if Jiang’s a combination, then what’s your family name?” Kai asked.

“It’s ‘Jin’, dear.” Maya answered, with a calmness that helped to ease Kai’s growing anxiety. 

“You see kids,” Ray started, seeing his opening. “It’s my family’s tradition to combine the family names of both partners to signify the formation of a new home. It just so happened that when we took the back-half of your mother’s name ‘Jiang’ and spliced in the first half of mine, we still got the same name!” The pair looked at each other with their silence speaking louder than anything.

“Ahem…So,” Maya started, breaking the silence. “Just where in the blue-hell did you two get the name ‘Smith’ from?!” Again, the kids just shrugged their shoulders in silence before Kai stepped over to the old workbench, where a stack of old letters sat.

“Well,” he began while sifting through the papers. “After you guys disappeared, we kept getting letters addressed to Ray no Kajiya.” Kai responded.

“Yeah!” Nya piped up while Kai searched for his evidence; “And when we asked what that meant, everyone in the village said that it meant ‘Smith’. So, we just…kinda assumed that was our name?” Their parents exchanged another look before they both broke out into snickers, and then full-on laughs.

“PFFFT! Ha ahahaha!” Ray doubled over as Maya tried to compose herself while leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh honey; there’s something that we haven’t told you…” A pit started to form in Nya’s stomach as she heard her mother speak. Maya tried to compose herself, but the giggle-fits just kept coming back. Eventually, Ray managed to pull himself together, and grabbed Kai by the shoulder.

“List son, hehe” Ray said as he stifled another wave of giggles. “A very, very long time ago, I was given that title by a group of Serpentine during the war as a slur-”

“-And your father eventually adopted it as his call-sign!” Kai had to do a double-take, as he started to put it all together. Looking up at the old, metal calligraphy of what they had believed for so long was their family name, it suddenly dawned on him what they were talking about.

“In the old Ninjargon writing system,” Nya started. “The character for Kajiya is shared with the old Serpentine word Kiyaki, which means-”

“-Soft-scaled.” The phrase echoed through his head, as memories of all the times he’d heard the Serpentine call him that. His inner-turmoil must have been apparent, because before he knew it, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his shoulders. Broken from his thoughts, he looked over to see Nya had pulled him close, while their mother had started to hold them both. 

“I’m so, so sorry that we weren’t there for you two,” she muttered. “I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been…” Kai felt Nya’s grip tighten on his gi, as their father came in and wrapped his arms around them all. For the first time in a very long while, Kai felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time: That they were finally home.

#Ninjago #Ninjago Kai #Ninjago Nya #Ninjago Ray #Ninjago Maya