#ren's writing

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Call of Duty but make it 🐺werewolves🐺

{Author's Note} Inspired by @deadbranch's werewolf AU so definitely go check it out. I’ve leaned more into the supernatural aspect than her series has and thought it'd be fun to post it for October hehe. If y'all want some good werewolf/soldier content, check out the "Shape-Shifters" episode from Netflix's Love, Death, and Robots. It fits this AU perfectly and gives a good visual for how things would work. >Call of Duty Werewolves AU -> Part 2 *I’d love hearing any ideas y’all have and would be happy to answer with more headcanons if you guys want. Werewolves and werewolf AUs are my JAM*

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First, some lore for this AU...

>Werewolves are usually forced into organizations like the military to keep them under control. They are feared by most of humanity and treated more as assets rather than citizens with laws put into place to make sure they don't hurt the people around them. Medication is often taken to suppress their lycanthropy and violent force is used if they ever get out of hand. There are plenty of groups who specialize in the hunting and killing of werewolves.

>Natural werewolves are born with their abilities and have an easier time with their transformations as a result. 

>Bitten werewolves gain their abilities after being bitten by another werewolf. They tend to be more vicious when transformed and often have a harder time managing themselves. 

>Transformations are not dictated by the cycles of the Moon but instead by a werewolf’s will and emotions. However, many werewolves revere the Moon and often hold celebrations as it passes through its phases each month.

>Werewolves only gain about a foot in height when they transform, due to the shape of their feet changing and their spine lengthening to allow for quadrupedal movement (ex. 6'4" -> 7'4"). Their muscle mass/weight remain about the same as it is the face and head that undergo the most dramatic changes.

>Hair length and style remain relatively the same when transformed. Bitten werewolves tend to have less hair than natural werewolves. 

>Eyes are reflective in both forms; natural werewolves keep their human eye colors when transformed, while bitten werewolves tend to have more unusual eye colors (brown to amber, blue to silver, etc.). 

>Moon madness/blindness is when a werewolf is overwhelmed by the light of a full moon and transforms without meaning to, regressing to a state of mind that is driven more by instinct rather than higher reason (werewolf equivalent to human psychosis). This is more common among bitten werewolves and can lead to violent outbursts if not properly addressed.

>Among werewolves, moonstones are said to restore a werewolf’s humanity when they’ve lost control. Because of their relative rarity, however, this belief exists only in the realm of legend rather than truth. 

🌙 🐺 🌙

💲Price is well-known for his experience and the ease with which he can transform. He commands those around him with confidence, acting as a supporting presence and capable leader. He should never be underestimated, however, as his temper frightens even the toughest werewolves.

💀Ghost was nearly killed by the werewolf who turned him and so views his lycanthropy as more of a curse. He bears numerous scars from the attack and tends to be quite vicious when transformed. He is the largest of the 141 with oversized fangs, tufted ears, and blazing amber eyes. 

🧼Soap comes from a family of Scottish werewolves who eagerly embrace their lycanthropy. He has great control over his transformations and suffers little pain as a result. His trademark Mohawk and bright blue eyes remain when shifted, making him easily identifiable.

🧢Gaz still struggles with his transformations after being bitten but he doesn't find them particularly overwhelming. Price and Soap have both been a huge help in that regard, offering their advice and companionship when needed. He's become far more confident in his abilities and enjoys the company of his fellow lycanthropic soldiers.

🦿Alex was attacked by a moon-blinded werewolf and unfortunately lost his lower left leg as a result. He's managed to find enjoyment in his new life, however, thanks in part to his association with the 141, and uses his enhanced abilities to his advantage. Laswell had a unique prosthetic made for him that adapts to his transforming body.

🪦Graves is a born-and-bred werewolf. He’s proud of his abilities and encourages use of them among his Shadows. He makes for a loyal and headstrong soldier who is known for his disarming charm and willingness to get his hands dirty. Shadow Company functions more as a tight-knit family rather than a horde of military operatives, due primarily to Graves’ leadership and his embracing of their lycanthropy.

#captain john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #phillip graves #call of duty #cod #call of duty au #cod au #werewolf au #werewolf #werewolves #lycanthropy #Ren's writing #mine mine mine

[between-two-fandoms]

Kiss The Girl

After the wedding ceremony, at the end of the after party, when things quiet down and it's just the 118 left once the bride and groom drive away, the DJ changes the song to a romantic ballad as background noise.

Tommy thinks it's cute so he asks Evan to dance. Evan's sleepy and still a little tipsy, but he's also a sap so he lets Tommy take the lead. They're in their own little bubble tucked away on the dance floor.

They whisper soft affirmations and Tommy feels giddy with happiness for the first time in a while. He holds Evan close, listening to his boyfriend's endearing rambling until the DJ switches the song to Kiss The Girl from the Little Mermaid. "Did you know this is Jee's favorite song?" Evan asks, inches away, hips swaying in Tommy's arms.

"Is it?" Tommy asks in that smooth, deep tone that makes Evan melt. "It's a pretty good song," he admits, feeling flushed from the rush of adoration running through him. Evan hums and presses close, light and smiling and being so adorable Tommy's heart flutters in his chest.

"We've seen the movie a thousand times," Evan says. He rests his hands on the small of Tommy's back, stares up at him with the softest look on his face. His lips plush and pink, cheeks a shade of rosy red.

"We'll have to watch it for our next date," Tommy says softly. Evan can't help the whine that escapes when Tommy reaches to trace his thumb along the collar of Evan's button up shirt. Tommy looks at his boyfriend with gentle eyes and licks his lips. Evan's eyes fall to Tommy's lips, already breathless. His hand cups Tommy's cheek, guiding him closer.

"Kiss me," Evan demands, leaning in before Tommy can react. The kiss is deep, loving. Tommy's fingers curl into Evan's hair. Evan moans softly against his mouth, kissing him a second time, a third time before parting. Tommy presses his lips on the top of Evan's head, and he lets Evan burrow into his chest, feeling the happy sigh more than hearing it as Evan's fingers clutch the back of Tommy's suit jacket, swaying to the music playing in the background.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #firepilot #ren's writing #911 abc #fanfic #ren's drabbles

[mrs-kelly]

Trust

desc: Ren confesses to Charlie, but he just doesn't believe her.

ship: renlie

word count: ~2100 words

a/n: I'm posting this before i can dissect it further, here you go ajfdksl

Charlie stared at me in disbelief, his mouth hanging open cutely. “What’d you say now?” he squeaked out.

“I said I like you, Charlie.”

“Well, yeah,” he giggled out nervously, little chuckles bubbling out of his mouth, “I mean of course you like me; we’re friends. It’d be weird if you didn’t like me.”

“You know what I mean.” The words pushed out of my mouth quietly, desperately. If he didn’t reciprocate, I didn’t know what I’d do. Saying anything about this was a big gamble.

“I don’t think I do,” he murmured, scratching his head and looking anywhere but at me. “I mean I dunno why it’s such a big deal for you to tell me you like me; you came all the way to my apartment and asked to see me alone and stuff and I just don’t get why you’d do that just to say that you like me.” I almost couldn’t keep up with how quickly he was talking.

“Charlie, I like-like you.” He didn’t seem to accept this elaboration. He still wasn’t looking at me. “A lot.”

How could I explain other than saying that? What more did he want me to say? I couldn’t tell him I love him. Even if I did think it was true. We weren’t even dating yet. 

When he still didn’t respond, only started to scratch at his face instead, I said, “You really don’t get it?”

“No, I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all.”

“I like you. Romantically.”

That didn’t phase him. 

In my surprise, I let out a frustrated scoff. This made him raise his eyebrows.

“Yeah��� Yeah, it’s exactly what I thought! This is all a joke, huh?” he questioned, pointing a finger at me.

“What?”

“The gang all asked you to play a big joke on me after that big confession I gave them last night, huh? ‘Oh, Ren, why don’t you just go over to his apartment! And Frank will just leave when you ask him! And then you can tell Charlie that you’re in love with him!’”

I stood in silence, watching him pace across the floor.

“‘And-And then, when Charlie starts cryin’, and throws his arms around you, you just taze ‘im! Yeah, just taze ‘im! And we’ll pop in from out in the hallway, and we’ll laugh! And we’ll laugh!’”

Charlie seemed close to tears, and I felt my heart breaking. How cruel the rest of the gang could be to him, to each other, that he’d believe they would hurt him so badly over the reality. That I was really here to bear my heart to him.

“Well, you’re not getting me! No siree, Charlie Kelly’s not falling for it! So don’t even come near me! I’ve been shocked enough this week, thanks!”

“Charlie.”

“What?!”

His face twisted in anger, he stared at me, seeming to not even want to hear an explanation.

I just looked at him for a little while, conflicted feelings rising within me. “‘Big confession?’” were the only words I could muster.

He watched me for a bit, still looking angry, but it seemed like he could tell I was sincere. The anger soon gave way to confusion, then embarrassment. “Um,” he muttered, looking down at the floor, “You haven’t talked to the gang?”

“No, Charlie, I haven’t.” I walked closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. He gazed back up at me, looking like a hurt puppy. “I meant it. This isn’t a joke.”

A smile started to crack across his face. “I… Really? I mean, I dunno, this could all still be part of some elaborate–”

When he looked away, I quickly leaned in, pressing my lips to his for just a quick second. He was stunned speechless.

“What… Did you just…?” 

I let out a worried smile, biting down on my lip. “Yeah. I kissed you, Charlie.”

He was quiet for a while, his eyes searching the room. He played with his fingers, then looked at me. 

Slowly, he raised a hand to my cheek. Barely touching it, he smiled, and laughed a little. “Can… Can I kiss you back?”

I felt my face get hot, but I smiled back. “Please.”

That response made his eyes light up, and he shimmied in place a little before closing his eyes.

His thumb pressed into my cheek a little more, and I leaned in, closing my eyes too.

His lips touched mine, shyly at first, then hungrily. He moved his hand to the back of my head and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. 

My head swam, partially because we’d been kissing for so long, and partially because of how passionate his kiss was. It felt like he’d  wanted this for so long. So had I. 

When we finally parted, he immediately pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly. 

“I’m so glad this isn’t a prank,” Charlie giggled, burying his face in my neck. “Ren, I’ve been in love with you, like, forever.”

I felt emotions stirring in my chest, welling up my throat. Hearing Charlie’s genuine words made tears prickle in my eyes. I squeezed him back tightly, running my fingers through his hair. “Charlie, I’ve… I’ve been in love with you forever too. For so long.”

He scoffed goodnaturedly, his body feeling like it was becoming more and more relaxed by the second. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He moved his face from my shoulder to look up at me, his face pink, his smile wide.

Under his gaze, I melted. “I don’t know, Charlie,” I admitted, looking away for a moment before meeting his eye again. “I didn’t wanna come on strong if you didn’t share my feelings.”

He straightened up, giving me his usual incredulous look, and I felt my heart race. He was so cute. “Wha’ do ya mean? You didn’t know how I felt about you? All this time?”

I let out a breathy laugh and shook my head. “Was it obvious?”

“Well, yeah!” he cried out, moving his hands to my shoulders to get a good look at me. “I mean, I thought it was.” He paused, sighing as he looked into my eyes. “I mean, the way I’d hold the door open for you… I was always sitting next to you at the bar…” 

I stared at him, adoration apparent on my face. Yes, now that I thought about it, in that way he was obvious. But I was never self indulgent enough to believe that those kindnesses were anything more than acts of friendship. 

“Oh, and that time we had those drinks at Paddy’s. You know… Alone.”

A goofy smile cracked on my face. “I could never forget that,” I muttered, looking at him. “I guess I just thought you still loved the waitress. I was trying to be a good friend to you. I didn’t expect anything more.”

His hands dropped from my shoulders, and he started chewing on the nail of one finger. “I thought I still loved her, too. Back then.” He looked at the finger in his mouth, then pulled it out, quickly shoving his hand into his pocket. His tone changed, dark, as he said, “Ren, I never loved her.”

I watched him in silence as he gave me the most serious look I’d ever seen on his face.

“I was obsessed with her, right? Yeah, I’d follow her around. She didn’t like it very much. And I thought that was how love was. You had to prove your worth to somebody. You had to pick somebody and prove to them that you deserved for them to love you. And the more they hated you, the sweeter it was gonna be when you finally convinced them that you were worth it.”

His words hit me like a truck. “Charlie…” “Nah, I’m not done,” he said, looking away and taking a deep breath. “I’ve had people really care about me. Not a lot. But a few. And I never trusted their love, you know? It felt like they didn’t see me. Not really. How could they really love me if they really saw me? But…” He peeked up at me, just looking at me for a moment, before continuing, “Ren, you’ve seen me. You’ve seen all of it. You’ve, you’ve watched me huff glue, throw the boat keys in the ocean. You, you were there when I bit that guy that one time. After I found out about all those Santa Clauses.”

I gave him an awkward little smile. That day, in particular, was not very fun.

“And you’ve never made fun of me, Ren! You’ve, you’ve had the chance to. The gang likes to throw that shit in my face, you know? They call me stupid, they call me a freak. But you never take part in that.” “Well, no, Charlie, because I don’t believe any of that is true.”

“Exactly!” he cried out, his eyes full of passion, “That’s exactly it, Ren. I know you don’t believe any of that. It’s been long enough now that if you really did believe it, you would’ve slipped up by now. Y’know? You would’a laughed at one a’ their jokes, or put some Charlie work off on me. But you don’t do that. Even though you’ve seen me.” He came close to me again, standing in my space but not touching me. “And I kinda realized,” he spoke softly, like he was voicing this for the very first time, “You’re the only one who really loves me, Ren. Whether that was, you know, you being into me, or just caring about me like a person. You’re the only one who doesn’t wanna hurt me.”

The tears were springing loose now. How could anyone not love Charlie? How could everyone be so cruel? How could someone so special, so kind, who wants so badly to be loved, be treated so badly by everyone around him? How could everyone take advantage of how badly he wants to be seen, and loved?

“Ren, don’t cry,” he whispered, trying to smile through his cracking voice. He wiped some tears away, and I laughed a little, more tears replacing them. “You don’t need to cry. I’m so happy right now, Ren. Look, even the fact that you’re crying about this proves my point!” He laughed, taking me in his arms and holding me close. He cradled my head, laying it down on his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around me. “I’ve always loved being with you, Ren, from the beginning. Seeing you has always been the highlight of my day. I guess it just took me a long time to realize that I could trust you. That someone could really love me.”

I clung to him, sniffling. “Charlie,” I softly said, gravel in my voice from the tears. I cleared my throat, then continued, “Charlie, you deserve to really be loved. And it’s been hard for me to see how the gang treats you. I like hanging out with everyone, but especially you. Since I’ve met you, I haven’t been able to walk away. I just wanted to be with you, to give you a break. I always thought you needed a break.” 

He was quiet for a while, and his hand found my head again, running his fingers through my hair.

“I’m not saying I only stuck around for you, Charlie, but you were a big reason. I wanted to be your friend. And as time was going by, I fell more and more in love with you. And I couldn’t hope that you would see it, and I couldn’t hope that I’d be able to tell you one day. I just wanted to be around you, to give you something good. I just wanted to be something good for you.”

His voice was cracking as he said, “You are. You are good for me.” I heard him sniffling, and I straightened up to look at his face. He was crying now, too. I brought a hand to his cheek, and he smiled at me. “Is this really happening?” he asked, blinking quickly a few times. 

“Yeah,” I chuckled out, and kissed him. Our lips met in a slow, short kiss, and I laid my forehead against his. “I love you, Charlie. I really love you. I mean it.”

He let out a soft laugh, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I know. I love you, too, Ren. I love you.”

We both laughed, and I held his face as I kissed him again, and again, and again. And I made a vow in my heart, then, to keep showing Charlie love. To show him that no matter what, he was always worthy of love. Always.

#ok here you go ive been crying about this for the past hour ajfkdsl #im gonna have to try to sleep soon but man i love charlie so much. i don wanna go to bed i wanna keep thinking about him 🥺💕 #ren's writing #renlie #drug use ment tw #violence ment tw #kinda. kinda ajfklds #he's just talking about the stuff ive been around for and he has done some things ahfjkdls

[megu-meow]

when gojo falls in love - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: She fell first, but he fell harder.

It was hard not to fall in love with Gojo Satoru. He was a ray of sunshine, always lifting the mood in every room, radiating the friendliest, kindest aura you have ever witnessed. His youthful, laid-back personality complemented his intelligence and wit, always having a funny comeback to Suguru's constant teasing.

He seemed so unapproachable to you, the Strongest, the Honored One, the Heir of the Gojo Clan, the Wielder of the Six Eyes, and Master of the Limitless. Those were the titles he was referred to in your crazy world, someone who was to be praised for the immense power he wielded and the enemies he had eliminated. However, you saw Satoru in a different light, finding other reasons to praise him. The gentleness he would befriend a stray cat with, the way he politely bows at the cashier at his favorite bakery, or the fact that he makes soup for everyone after a night out to cure your hangovers. He buys a bouquet of tulips for every girl and woman on Jujutsu Tech's campus, without exception, on International Women's Day. He remembers the lunch lady's son's birthday and gives her the remote-control car the young boy so desperately wanted because he knew Watanabe-sama, as he refers to her, could never afford it. He sits down to play chess with the elderly man in front of the convenience store every day because he knows he lost his opponent for the last 40 years not too long ago.

It is easy to fall in love with Gojo Satoru, however, it is hard for Gojo Satoru to fall in love. Or at least, that's what he thinks. At first, when you join them, he doesn't give much thought to it. He's pleased that there is another girl added to the group, so he and Suguru don't have to listen to Shoko's constant whining about them being gross anymore. He also relishes in the attention you give him, because he knows you're quite infatuated with him, like most of the girls are.

However, as time passes, he realizes that your kindness makes a red hue run across his pale cheeks. Every time he does the smallest things, you praise him for it. Others don't compliment him on his politeness, something he prides himself on because his mother taught him to act this way - the only person who loved him for him so far. Other people praise him for his technique, his unique eyes, and his otherworldly good looks. You're the only one who notices the small things he does and that warms his fragile heart. So he asks you out on a date.

He doesn't give it much thought, just a walk in the park full of cherry blossoms and ice cream. However, he swoons at the fact that you seem like this is the best date you have ever been on, you thank him repeatedly for paying for your ice cream and offer him the Kit Kat chunk the guy stuck into your dessert as an attempt to flirt with you, because you know Satoru loves Kit Kats, they're his favorite candy bar.

Gojo Satoru reaches one important conclusion that night, after walking you to your dorm room. You are, in fact, very easy to fall in love with.

Instead of fighting it, he lets this new feeling flourish. He starts putting in an insane amount of effort, he pays attention to the small things, he drinks up every word that you speak, he takes notes on his phone because he wants to walk the extra mile for you. His new goal in life becomes making you, the first girl who looks past the titles and likes him for him, happy. His enthusiasm in doing so never falters, even after years together or after marriage.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks you as his extremely perceptive eyes take in your slumped shoulders, the dark circles under your eyes and the slight frown that replaces the pretty smile he fell in love with.

"Long day, baby, long day." you sigh and he is quick on his feet, he embraces you, leaving a loving kiss on the crown of your head.

"Change your wizarding clothes, pretty girl, I'll run you a bath. How does that sound, huh?"

"Amazing, Satoru. Thank you!" you respond, smiling tiredly, leaving a kiss on his glossy lips.

"Everything for you."

Not only does he prepare a bath, but he also lights some candles, drops some lavender-infused salts in the water, and prepares some fruits and your book as well. While you relax your body in the water which is the perfect temperature, he makes your favorite meal for dinner and starts up the fireplace so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch.

After dinner he holds you close, absentmindedly running his hands over your back, in your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, small confessions that make you feel a lot better about yourself. Satoru would like to think that he is perfect at everything, but there's only one thing he takes pride in the most: learning how to make you feel better over the years. He always knows what to do, regardless of the reason why you're down. He knows how to pick you up.

"Toru?" he hears your voice, calling him by his favorite nickname. It makes him blush every time you call him that and he swears his heart picks up too.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Don't you ever get tired of taking care of me?"

"How could you say that?" he asks as he sits up, glaring at you with offended eyes "Of course not, baby. You're my everything, I could never get tired of making you feel good, love. It is also my duty as your lover to ensure your happiness. It's in my contract and everything." he makes you smile fondly, adoring his way of phrasing these things. Because even the hardest of conversations are pleasant when Satoru is there to put things so stupidly.

"Oh yeah? What else is in this contract of yours?"

"That I have to kiss you all the time. And - and that I will have to get you a cat at one point because I know you want one. I have to feed you when you're hungry and I have to do the laundry when you get home late. Oh, and most importantly I always have to split my desserts with you. Only you, not even Suguru gets to do splitsies."

"I see. And what is in my contract?"

"Nothing. You already honored yours." he says curtly and you look at him with confusion.

"How?"

"Well, the only thing in your contract was that you have to be my lover. Nothing else. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting here, every day I get to spend as your significant other is a good day for me. You don't have to do anything else to make me happy." he explains.

You look him in the eyes, your irises filled with nothing but adoration towards the man in front of you. It is so easy to be in love with Gojo Satoru, because he is a gentleman in a world of boys.

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x you #gojou satoru x you #dad gojo #jjk imganie #satoru imagine #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Ren Writes - Gojo ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[hermitcraft-alignment-charts]

Xisuma is just trying to get through the day

#i was watching the imp and skizz podcast with ren #and he was saying how he used to write poetry for girls he liked #and i was like relatable that’s so me core #i crocheted a string of hearts for the girl i liked #i thought i was so slick #she rejected me #hermitcraft alignment charts #hermitcraft #welsknight #mumbojumbo #rendog #bdubs #stressmonster101 #keralis #docm77 #xisuma #grian #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #ethoslab

[vacantgodling]

ngl i get that people hype up hating writing for the bit but like. idk. yall i Do actually really like writing. it is so satisfying and fun and rewarding and i get to look back what i made over and over again and get joy every single time.

yes writing is hard but if you hate it more than you love it im kinda like. idk. find another hobby?

#also the planning parts and the daydreaming is part of the process so idk #yall it is getting exhausting seeing all the quirky see how little i’m writing shit #like what if for once i am writing and im having a grand time!! #what if not being able to write isn’t a fun joke it is honestly detrimental to my brain!!! #what if writing has been my friend when i never had any and it is the love of my life and love language and i love actually doing it perhap #talking #ren hot cakes

[wtimetravelgentlemen]

this barbie makes nice tea :) hes just ren

#drawing #boyfriend to death 2 #BTD2 #ren hana #lawrence oleander #btd ren #btd lawrence #should i have added the other writing to the signs? probably. cant be bohered though #btd #boyfriend to death #digital #Illustration #btd fanart #barbie movie #barbie and ken #barbie 2023 #fox boy

[14dayswithyou]

💖 "Um… H-Happy New Year, Angel!" 💜

"Three… Two… One…! Wait— D-Do we kiss now?! I've never actually spent New Years with anyone before, so—"

Immediately shutting your now fiancé up, you playfully roll your eyes and pull Ren in for a soft, slow kiss. Even underneath the incandescent glow of the fireworks, you can see how his cheeks flush a bright pink as he gently clutches onto your winter coat to bring you closer. And when you pull away, his smile only seems to grow.

"Thank you for making this year special for me, Angel. I-I promise to make 2024 even better for you." Ren's eyes light up with sincerity as he seals his promise with another kiss, "…I love you s'much. Happy New Year."

#Discord saw this first teehee #Also Day 3 will be released on itch.io soon! Happy New Year y'all!! #14 days with you #14dwy #yandere vn #💖 — 14 days with queue. #💖 — about ren. #🖤 — gallery. #🖤 — sai writes. #🖤 — updates.

[neuvistar]

OUR SWEET DOVE.

— featuring ┊ jing yuan x fem!reader x blade (poly!jingren comeback !)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ all consensual. not proofread, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected s3x, oral (m!receiving, most specifically bladie <3), s!ze k!nk again if u squint hard enough, reader implied 2 be a lil smaller than them <3, she/her prns used once(?), petnames used, bladie referred 2 as “yingxing” like once or twice idk, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊ poly jingren thirsts make a comeback! >:) i might turn this into a series called like whqt.. babymaking marathon LMFAO like separate hsr, genshin, + jjk characters to celebrate 2000+ but i’ll think abt it! wrote this during ovulation too guys this is NOT good.. anyways i don’t have a specific theme for this, it’s just.. them.. being them! ur on ur way to heaven AND motherhood !! (jokes.. unless..) god bless ur hips and waist ! goooodddd blessss you! <3 reblogs n feedback r appreciated <3

you were sure that time itself seemed to have stopped. how many times have you came, two times? three? four? you couldn’t even count anymore.. your mind and your thoughts were a mere blur to you, your lips locked with jing yuan’s in a moment of love as your breath grew more and more shallow by the second. your mind was blank, only filled with one thought.. blade and jing yuan’s soft caresses all over your body. your body moving in perfect harmony and rhythm with jing yuan’s as he attacked your mouth with his own.. tongue tangled with yours while blade kept one of your wrists pinned down to the pillow, his lips working on the flesh of your stomach as his arm kept your legs spread all nice for them. he was good with his fingers.. you can’t deny that. you can’t deny the pleasure that flows through your body when he thrusts his fingers deep inside your now-soaked cunt, it was a sight to see for both of them.. blade couldn’t help but let a smirk sneak through his lips as he curled his fingers, gazing up to see a reaction out of you. your hands clutched the general’s shoulder tighter, eyebrows furrowing at the mere curl of blade’s fingers in your walls, you weren’t complaining.. it felt nice.

you were a mere cocoon of love.. all thoughts, senses and senses, forgotten for you only focused on the present. you only focused on the three of you in this very moment.. how slowly your tongue danced with jing yuan’s, how fast blade was plunging his fingers in your pussy, it was too much to handle but you couldn’t complain no matter how hard you wanted to. no matter how hard you wanted to scold both of them, you were always silenced by the general’s lips. “spread your legs more, dove. he can’t fuck you with his fingers any faster if you keep closing them now, can he?” jing yuan broke the heated kiss between you both as he cooed inside your ear, his voice deep and filled with honey.. you were sure that they were filled with lust as well.

your back arched as you came all over blade’s digits from jing yuan’s lewd words. blade swiftly pulled his fingers from your insides, moving them in a scissoring motion as he stroked his cock, glancing over at jing yuan who pressed chaste kisses along your neck. “i think she’s ready enough, look how much she came.” the dark haired man hummed, slapping your cunt harshly as he earned a sharp gasp from your lips. “y—yingxing!”

“mm.. you sure did come a lot, dovey. it’s a shame we’ll be making you come a lot more today.” with a deep groan, jing yuan slammed his hard cock inside your soaked hole as a soft soft moan left your lips in an instant, he gripped your thighs to keep your legs from moving any further. “oho.. would you look at that.. your cunt’s already sucking me in. you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?” he taunted you further.. before you could even say anything, your words were silenced by blade’s cock. “come on.. you know how to suck right, pretty? go on. suck. suck it like you mean it.” you wasted no time as you allowed your tongue to swirl itself around his dick using one hand to stroke the areas you couldn’t reach, the warm feeling of your hot mouth around him was enough to drive blade absolutely feral.. oh how much he loved those sweet facial expressions of yours, how much he loved it whenever you tried your best not to gag.. how much he loved how easily his cock can twitch and slide itself inside your pretty little mouth. “that’s it.. f-fuck! keep.. sucking me off like that..”

your mouth moves against blade’s cock, taking him in so good and so well just as he wanted you to.. the male savoured the moment like you were a sweet treat, using your mouth to pleasure himself as he presses himself closer to your lips to thrust the rest of his length further down your throat, his fingers running through your hair. another other hand moves towards the side to wrap you in a tight embrace, jing yuan’s body shifting towards yours as the heat from your skin mixed with his.. his hips repeatedly slamming themselves against yours as some of your cum formed a ring around his cock. you felt so sticky already and they weren’t the ones cumming inside of you, your cheeks heated up at the mere thought of both of them filling you to the brim once more.

jing yuan stared down at your smaller frame beneath him, swallowing the single lump in his throat as his cock twitched inside of your gummy walls by the sight of you gagging on blade’s length. you were.. so small compared to the both of them.. it was enough to even turn him on! jing yuan shook his head, increasing his pace as he held your thighs down to your stomach to see more of your glistening and wet cunt. if only you knew just how much you were making him crave you further from how small you were, taking him and blade’s dicks like it was nothing. jing yuan’s thoughts began to wonder, how much can you take until he and blade break you? how much more can you handle? it was a question worth answering, his nails digging into your skin as he was determined to breed you and fill you up, maybe get you pregnant.. he wanted to see how much more you can handle.. how much more you can take until you can’t anymore. “if only you could see what i was seeing, lovely. y’know, you’ll make me cum faster with all your lewd facial expressions alone.. such a good girl. taking yingxing’s cock and mine so well now, are you?”

sweat was almost trickling along your forehead, your entire body was drenched in sweat.. catching sight of blade’s satisfied smirk on his face, his dark yet long wavy black hair was scattered all over the place, but he couldn't care any less at this point.. he gathered all your loose hair as he used them to keep your head still. blade kept a firm grip on your hair, thrusting his cock further into your mouth. honestly.. you weren’t even sure if your jaw would be alright the next morning.

your felt your legs shake. your own heart begin to flutter. your body trembled in your husbands’ holds, jing yuan continued to nibble on your skin as he lightly wrapped it around his fingers, moving them up and down your thigh. his kisses that danced along your tits were soft and tender, your heart raced and your breath grew heavy at the pleasure they both provided for you at that very moment. blade reached down to cup one of your breasts as his large hand engulfed it whole, twisting your hardened nipple to force a whine out of you. “pretty tits you have here, [name]. look at them, aren’t they pretty?” he glanced over to the white haired male as he replied with a nod, “indeed.” you squirmed under blade’s touch, a whine was the only thing that passed from your lips as your head tilted to the side, pulling away from his cock. your moans grew, an indication you were close.. you felt blade grabbing onto one of your hands as he made you stroke his dick at a fast pace. jing yuan bit his lip at the sight, watching his cock slide between your legs so smoothly, picking up the pace of his thrusts, slowly losing himself in your cunt. “it’d be a miracle if you gave us a baby or two, sweetest. do you think you can handle that?”

“a baby or two? why stop at that? if it were up to me, i’d fill her up with a dozen.” blade scoffed, his breath hitching as he grew close.. your thumb teasing his tip. jing yuan playfully rolled his eyes at blade’s bold claim, running his fingers through his hair as he placed his hand over your stomach. “mm.. we’ll see what she thinks. how about five, princess? is five good enough for you?” he rubbed your stomach gently, subconsciously feeling his cock thrusting in and out of you.. his lips curving into a sly smirk. “right here, beautiful. just imagine, your belly filled up.. all swollen and full of five little baby birds,”

“can you handle that, our sweet dove?”

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #jing yuan <33 #blade <33 #poly!jing ren x reader on the brain! <3 #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #hsr x you #jing yuan smut #blade smut #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #blade x you #ovulating rn guys.. ovulation always peaks whenever i write shit ☝️

[starry-stan-blog]

illustration of the extra at the end of chapter 11 of shen yuan of no relation !! I’m obsessed w this fic lmao

#the author writes Shen jiu so well ughhh #svsss #danmei #mxtx #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingyuan #79 #qijiu #yue qingyuan #shen jiu #shen yuan of no relation #syonr #svsss fanart #svsss comic #sketch #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #scum villain’s self saving system #scum villian self saving system #scum villain fanart #scum villains self saving system

[rai-in-hell]

Inspiration from:

#link click #cheng xiaoshi #shiguang daili ren #lu guang #qiao ling #li tianchen #random post #sgdlr #I draw while i write my thesis bcause i have no concentration #No idea who draw at final

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

🦅Russell Adler Headcanons

{Author's Note} Since I'm literally obsessed with this man, I thought I'd post my headcanons for him. All of these are based off of his canon backstory and character with bits of my own speculation thrown in so nothing should be too out of left field here. I may end up posting more of my thoughts on him soon so we shall see. Hope y'all like it and I'd love to hear what you think, as well as any headcanons you guys might have! Tagging @littlemissclandestine for this since she's an Adler fan. Let me know if I did this man justice lol🤭

‼️Content Warning: swearing, suggestive themes‼️

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-Badass asshole

-Takes awhile for him to soften enough to really love someone

-Flirtatious jerk when he has a crush

-Shows he cares through small actions that can be hard to notice, as well as vague, rather backhanded compliments

-Shamelessly stares from behind those glasses of his

-Thinks it’s really cute when you wear his shades but would never admit it

-Stylish with heavy 70s influence

-Probably modeled for a male fashion magazine at some point LMAO

-Definitely knows how to dance

-Seems like the type to meme a bit on British people (specifically Park lol)

-Very sarcastic, sometimes to the point that you don’t realize he’s actually joking because he's always so monotone

-Secretly loves Belgian waffles (this is a reference to that one Bruce Thomas TikTok lol)

-Has a soft spot for the Beach Boys (I mean, look at that 🎶bushy, bushy blonde hairdo🎶 of his)

-Since so many people have asked and teased him about it (I see y'all in the fandom and I will not accept this slander lol) -> his hair isn’t fake, it’s actually pretty soft, very bouncy, he likes styling it

-Very particular about his appearance as it is one of the few things that he can truly control

-Prefers cats over dogs

-Can get obsessive about certain things and lose himself to them (i.e. his search for Perseus) -> Mason quote: “He spent so long searching for Perseus, he didn’t notice when he lost himself.”

-Still struggles with PTSD from his time in Vietnam, which, alongside his obsession with finding Perseus, is what led to his divorce

-Carries a lot of guilt and regret that he doesn’t like to acknowledge

-Started smoking to cope with the trauma of war, now has a nicotine addiction; when he’s really stressed, he chain smokes like a chimney

-Gets restless if he doesn’t have a cigarette

-Doesn’t sleep well and when he does, he usually wakes up every few hours

-Scars - Shrapnel? Abuse? Torture? Animal attack? No one knows and he’ll never tell

-Kiss or trace those scars and he WILL melt

-Difficult for him to let his guard down

-Has a tendency to isolate himself -> Mason quote: "You were never alone, Adler. Only in your own stubborn head."

-Always wearing those damn glasses cuz STYLE but also to hide his eyes to remain as a sort of blank, emotionless slate to other people

-Absent parents who never showed him real love or support as he grew up so he struggles to do the same for others -> they were the reason he joined the army as soon as he turned 18

-When it comes to cuddling, he loves holding you against his chest and running his fingers along your arm, cheek, or through your hair; small but intimate actions like that are his favorite

-Doesn’t like to show emotions at all, even during more intimate moments; he needs some coaxing to relax in that way, which takes time

NSFW Below👇🏻 (it's really not too bad tho)

-Sit on his lap👀

-Will pin your wrists during the sexy times🫣

-EDGING & OVERSTIMULATION

-After his divorce, he's tended to view sex as more of a transaction where both parties are fulfilling needs for each other so he'd be selfish at first but as your relationship progresses, he'd become far more generous

#russell adler #russell adler x reader #russell adler x you #russell adler headcanons #call of duty black ops cold war #cod bocw #call of duty #cod #Ren's writing #mine mine mine

[between-two-fandoms]

Bucktommy wip snippet (untitled)

Tommy felt sympathetic towards Evan, he remembered what it was like. Discovering something completely new about yourself was nerve-wracking, but watching Evan freak out when Eddie showed up hit to close to home. Tommy wasn’t ready to be someone’s – well, he didn’t know what. A queer experiment, maybe, he thought at first. He felt guilty about his assumptions now, but he’s been hurt before.

So, like a coward, Tommy left Evan standing on the curb. When he got home he spent the rest of his night swallowing his woes hitting the punching bag hanging in his garage trying to get Evan’s devastated look out of his head.

Then he waited, leaving the ball in Evan’s court. A week later he was asked to go with Evan to Chimney’s wedding as a date. Then Evan latched onto him with a vice grip and didn’t seem like he was letting go anytime soon. Tommy couldn’t help the giddiness simmering in his chest. He's never fallen so hard so fast for someone before and it was terrifying.

Evan felt different from anyone else Tommy’s dated in the past year. If half-dinners and weak attempts at getting to know people counted as dating. Tommy was older now, more settled in his life than most of the guys he met online. So when Evan said he was looking for something more, something undecided. Something new. Tommy decided to take a chance. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and Tommy hasn't regretted a second of it.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #firepilot #snippet #fanfiction #911 abc #911 show #ren's writing

[soup-in-my-fly]

I just finished Fervent Care of Dying Things and BOYYYYY I am NOT ok

Also inspired some domestic ren x law fluff <3

(With accompanying lyrics from Dom andra by Kent)

Fic link

#ren btd #ren hana #btd ren #lawrence oleander #btd lawrence #btd art #btd #btd2 #btd fanart #fervent care of dying things #renlaw #boyfriend to death #btd fanfic #i got sooooo so sad when I first realised it was uncompleted #I absolutely ADORE the writing style #10/10 would recommend #my art

[mosaickiwi]

Little "Love" Notes

Angel should really tell someone if they think somebody’s breaking in but instead they do… this? For some reason.

very good idea

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Quiet and quick as could be, [REDACTED] slowly opened your window by the fire escape. He climbed in carefully, a little astonished that you still weren’t bothering to lock it after all these months. Their boots hardly made a sound as he took practiced steps over the hardwood floor of your apartment and headed straight to the kitchen. He didn’t need to see to know which floorboards would creak or groan underfoot.

Just as they expected, the usual sight that had him even more excited to go on his now almost nightly break-ins was there to greet him. A handful of hastily scrawled, bright pink sticky notes were slapped across various surfaces.

At some point or another you'd gotten sick of things going missing. Sure, most of them turned up after a while—and always right where you thought you'd left them—but even still it annoyed you. So you started leaving silly messages for your supposed burglar. He chose to read them as love notes.

“Don't take anything in here you BITCH I'll be so mad!!” screamed one from its place on a kitchen cabinet. Your writing there was a little illegible from how fast you surely wrote it, but he found it endearing.

Another, on the side of some faded plastic-ware read, “I made these cookies for a friend but a lot of them came out wrong. You may have the burnt ones.”

“Give that ugly red shirt back it doesn't belong to me.” That was the last one he could find in the room for now, left on top of the counter next to the notepad and pen you always used.

As much as he wished to, the hacker usually didn’t respond for fear of confirming your needless worries. They'd never want to harm you like a real burglar. But he always followed the instructions when he could. And he could do some of those tonight.

Since you'd so nicely asked, he left the bottom cabinet alone. They already knew what you kept in there anyway. He wouldn’t tell a soul.

He took a few burnt cookies out of the container left on the counter—not enough that you'd notice. Some to eat once he left, and one to keep. It was another thing you offered up to him, after all. 

But the sorry excuse of a shirt that your (worst) childhood friend had left behind was long gone. [REDACTED] had already given it a much needed vacation to the bottom of Lake Bluemoss, along with some other items that Leon had dared to leave among your belongings.

With the notes in the kitchen mostly taken care of, he set off towards your laundry closet. Only to find the small sliding door in the hallway closed shut with a note of its own smack dab in the middle. 

“Please don't take my comfy clothes anymore :c I know you always give them back but it'll be getting cold soon!! You don’t want me freezing in the middle of the night, do you? Won't you forgive me? Pretty please? ♥ ♥”

Mind going a mile a minute, [REDACTED] had to read your beautiful handwriting again and again as if decoding a different language. Those tiny, black inked hearts at the end of the note were all he could understand in the moment. Your sweetly written, pleading love letter finally sunk in once he managed to shake away the haze you’d unknowingly swept him into.

This one was a risk that he was willing to take. Of course they wanted you to be comfortable. He gently peeled the note off so it wouldn’t tear, and folded it away to tuck into his jeans.

Then, the dark haired man began to tug his favorite hoodie up and over his shoulders.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

You lazily pulled the folding door open in search of a blanket. It was just a little bit colder for some reason when you woke up this morning, so you needed something to keep you cozy while you waited for Violet to come over later that afternoon. You reached up to the middle shelf where you normally kept extra blankets, but something just below it caught your eye.

A huge, black hoodie sat folded on top of the pile of clean towels you forgot to take care of days ago.

You didn't recognize it, but it had to belong to one of your friends, right? They all formed a habit of leaving stuff with you once you moved back to town. Jae still hadn’t picked up the roller skates he got for Maple—they were only used the one time.

Ignoring the blanket you meant to grab, you picked up the hoodie and slipped it on. The giant thing practically swallowed you, sleeves enveloping your hands and the hem falling well past your hips. The garish horror design that decorated its front didn't seem to be anything your friends were into, either.

But it was warmer than you thought possible. Plus, it smelled nice, like cherries and a little familiar comfort of something you couldn't place. Whoever it belonged to surely wouldn't mind if you kept it for a while.

You didn't bother to spare it another thought and hurried off to check the kitchen. Hopefully the cookies you'd painstakingly baked yesterday were still there.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #yesterday was april fool's... #but redacted is a year round fool /silly #they are my fool i love them #also weird little freak angel love them too #anyways i said this for a haha funny joke but i thought about it a LOT #that is how all my redacted ideas start... why am i like this

[pyjamacryptid]

I’m not sure how I got here but I’ve been thinking about the intimacy and devotion of washing another’s hair, the hair of someone you care for (how unconditional a gesture it is) and I then thought of Merlin doing it for Arthur.

It’s not in the job description (a lot of what Merlin does for Arthur is not in the job description) and it’s unlikely something that started his first day as Arthur’s servant. Nor the second or the 20th or by the 6th month. Arthur may be a prince, a prattish one at that, but when it comes to his baths he only expects of Merlin what he expects of any manservant - call for the tub, draw the water, lay out a towel, place fresh clothes close by and so on. But, naturally, he’s also a prince that commands the knights and with training comes injuries. Perhaps an arm was dislocated and he’s on strict orders from Gaius not to utilise it, and definitely not to reach above his head. Later that same day Arthur sits in the bath and realises too late he can’t tend to his own hair. But he doesn’t call Merlin over from where he’s making the bed. He tries to do it himself. He’s still got one working arm, after all.

Arthur only knows how to command things be done. He doesn’t know how to ask for things. He doesn’t yet know that asking isn’t weakness.

But he can’t hide his struggling from Merlin, who’s more mother hen than manservant.

“Here, let me,” he says, suddenly behind Arthur, “before you lose all the bathwater and your arm, both.”

“I don’t need your help, Merlin.”

“Of course not, sire. Now, pass me the hair oil.”

“Excuse me, who is it that gives the orders here?”

“You, sire. The hair oil.”

“…”

“Thank you. Right, hold still. I said hold still—“

After, Arthur will wonder why he ever thought Merlin would be anything but gentle. After, Arthur will wonder when his eyes closed and why they feel a little wet, especially as Merlin took great care to catch anything before it fell in Arthur’s face.

Over time, a stool begins to sit beside the bath, whenever it’s drawn. Over time, Arthur will notice Merlin’s fingers never grow any less gentle (even when he knows his manservant is angry with him). Over time, Arthur will want to ask why Merlin added washing his hair to his list of jobs indefinitely, long after his arm healed, but is afraid he’ll only prompt Merlin to stop because it’s not a job at all. Over time, Arthur will wonder what oils Merlin uses on his own hair, if he has access to hair oil at all, and how his cropped hair might feel to touch.

#is this a ficlet #idk how I got here #or where this came from #listen the devotion of washing hair got to me alright #merthur #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin x arthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #Merthur fic #ficlet #fanfic #merlin ficlet #merthur headcanon #ren writes #IDK WHAT THIS IS JUST TAKE IT (yeets this at the Merthur fandom and skedaddles)