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hexgaywire · 9 months

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I simply couldn't just ignore this I eat this stuff up man

Shout out to @mystaposts for Ike's setting idea bc I genuinely got stuck, they are the best!

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Luxiem Boys "S/o getting hit on while being clearly taken"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Shu, Ike, and Mysta

Rating: SFWish, Suggestive

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of pda, mentions of marking, violence (with a happy ending), mentions of weapons, being in uncomfortable situations, general possessiveness

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Your out at a fairly nice club with Vox for date night. Normally he'd splurge for a vip booth for the two of you but tonight you really just wanted to dance your heart out. Leaving vox at the bar, a few fruity cocktails in you head to your target. The dj was playing all the right stuff and you sway your body to the music. You turn to vox flashing him the biggest smile from across the dancefloor and you can tell he's enjoying himself as well.

You dance by yourself for a bit eventually doing what drunk people do best making friends with the drunk girl group dancing next to you and you all dance together. Then the next trun of events happen that typically happen whena lone group is minding there own business. A group of guy's approach trying to dance up on y'all. You visible tense for a moment. Scooting away from the taller figure, who wasn't your partner, trying to grab your waist.

You flash another look, this time a more desperate one, to Vox at the bar who is seething. You can tell by his posture and the way his eyes darken, locked in on the stranger dancing on you. You lean in as a courtesy to warn the stranger for what's about to come. You shout over the loud music. "Hey man, my boyfriend is over the bar glaring at you right now. I'm gunna be honest I'm just here to dance so if you'd kindl-" the asshole cuts you off. "Honestly a pretty thing like you should be alone on the dance floor. He whisper shouts in your ear in the least sexy way possible.

You sigh and look over your shoulder to Vox again who is already making his way toward you. You can feel the anger radiating off him and into the crowd. He reaches you and possessively wraps his arms around you. "Hey babe." He smiles and looks up at the jerk with a shit eating grin on his face. "I was just talking about you." You smile as he places kisses all over the top of your head, while you back is pressed against his front swaying with you to the music.

The guy from earlier audible scoffs and walks away at the pda happening in front of him. "Easy enough, I was 2 seconds away from punching him square in the jaw I swear." Vox mumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spin. "I've seen you possessive before, but this is a whole new level Vox." You smile. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't watch some guy grind up on you while I just fucking sat there." He mumbles pulling you to face him.

He places a possessive kiss on your lips trailing down to your neck. You bit back a moan as he sinks his teeth into your neck leaving a nice bruise for you to admire later. He pulls away to inspect his handy work. "There now you're marked as mine." He smiles triumphantly. " Always have been always will be." You smile back.

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You were getting some shopping done downtown. Luca was working but texted you letting you know he'd pick you up. I was getting later and the street lights had just turned on. It was the weekend so the sidewalk was decently filled with people either meeting up with friends, doing some shopping, coming home from work. You name it, it was probably happening. You didn't mind the crowd though, it was kind of fun to people watch.

You get a text from Luca saying he was about 5 minutes out, just trying desperately to find some parking. You make a mental note to thank him later generously for picking you up at such a busy time. "Hey." You head whips up from your phone to be met with a group of well... thuggish looking men. "H.. hello?" You say back confused. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" "I-" "You should come drink with us!" The men surround you. You panic slightly glancing at the brutish looking men all around you." I'm actually waiting for someone! " You yelp." Great, your friends are our friends now. " One of them smirks.

"I'm actually not so friendly." A familiar voice rings out pushing past the ring of men. "Nor ' just a friend', thank you." Luca, your savior, plants a kiss on your forehead. This throws the group of men into a frenzy. One of them gets upset by this and throws a haphazard punch at your mafia boss boyfriend who easily doges it and plants one on just as rough right in the man's face. "I suggest you scram, fucking with me or them isn't a smart idea." Luca spits out.

The men scatter and you're left with Luca who is now dottingly inspecting you to make sure you're unharmed. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner. Are you okay? They didn't touch you did they? If they did so help me god I will-" "Luca! I'm fine you got here just in time." You smile at him and he lets out a sigh of relief. "I have to give you a handgun to carry in your bag." He muses. "LUCA! You're too overprotective, you taught me how to throw a punch or two if needed." You place a kiss on his check. "I'm okay, I promise." He smiles down at you. "Well, when we get home I promise I'll make it to you."

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Shu left to go buy movie tickets. You've been wanting to see this movie for a while and you finally convinced Shu to come with you. You went to go buy snacks but finished before he was done. So you waited. A group of boys, probably no older than high school age exit a theater. They stand around talking about what they just watched and you laugh lightly recalling the days you went to the theater with a group of your friends.

One of the boys takes notice of you and suddenly you have a bunch of eyes on you. You pull out your phone to try to blend back into the background but you can tell they're still staring. Husher whispers and murmurs come from the gaggle of boys one of them is pushed forward and begins approaching you.

"hello, sorry if this is... Awkward? I noticed your really pretty and." He pulls out a slip of paper he was hiding behind his back. "I wanted to give you my number... Maybe we can see a movie sometime?" He smiles. You feel bad for the next words that are about to come out of your mouth. "I'm so so-"

"Got the ticket!" Shu sprints over to you. "Sorry it took me so long" he stops in his tracks. "A friend of yours? " He asks. you to shake your head. Shus eyes fall on the slip of paper "Ah... I see..." Shu takes your hand and walks away. " Shu!" You protest! "Listen I'm saving you the trouble of having to reject the poor guy, he'll live." Shu chuckles. "you huff but are definitely relieved you don't have to reject him yourself. Leave it to your partner to read to you better than you can.

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Ike really wanted to go to a new book cafe that opened up in town. He was excited and frankly you were excited for the cafe part. You walk hand in hand down the street as Ike excitedly rambles on about all the details

. "... And there's reading books you can rent out, which is super exciting because, come on it's a reading nook. " He giggles giddily. " I wonder if the lattes are any good." You ponder." I heard the food and the drinks are amazing too! A famous barista personally trained the entire staff! " He explains. This perks you up immediately.

You listen to Ike a bit more before finally reaching your distanation. "I'm gunna check out reserved area and get settled. Order me a something sweet?" He asks. "You bet!" You smile lovingly at your very excited boyfriend who dashes off to down the very quiet hall. You wonder over to the pastries cases where a young barista is working hard crafting the most delicious looking latte. Your mouth waters.

The barista notices you. "Hello! Is there anything I can get you?" You point at a few pastries Ike will definitely enjoy with you and then you order yourself you favorite flavor of latte. "Coming right up." He says with a wink. You find this odd but nevertheless wait patiently for your items.

Once your items are ready the barista calls out your name and you go to pay but they stop you. "It's on the house." You stare dumbfounded."I can't do that" "please I'm just pleased that someone as pretty as you can enjoy my work." They flash a smile at you and you feel uncomfortable. Ike shows up just in time. "Here's the pay for the items. I appreciate the sentiment but they're taken." He smiles sickly sweet taking your latte from you as well as the pastries. Ike leans on for a kiss. "Exactly what I wanted something sweet. " He smiles at the barista before whisking you off to your private room leaving the barista dumbfounded.

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Grocery shopping with Mysta is fun. He's easily distractible though, constantly putting items into the cart that don't necessarily need to be there. It's like grocery shopping with a small child minus all the screaming... Sometimes...

On this particular day you sent Mysta to the produce section in hopes he could help cut down on shopping time. You gave him the list of produce you needed and sent him on his way. Unsurprisingly you finished your half of the grocery shopping before he did. So you shot him a text letting him know you'd be getting in line.

You settle into a short line and wait for your turn. A young man a little younger than you was handling the register. He greeted you warmly as your turn approached. "Having a good day so far?" He asked with the beeps of your purchases in the background. "Pretty good." You respond politely. "A lot of groceries for a person all alone." He smiles at you. You cringe. Was that supposed to be a line or an insult. Regardless, you laugh politely and slightly awkwardly.

As if he could sense your awkwardness, Mysta comes to the rescue, hand full of produce and planting a kiss on the top of your hand. "Sorry for the wait! I keep going to the organic section and forgetting that all produce is organic." You sigh, you'll definitely talk about this later... The clerk looks taken a back by your boyfriend and backs off a little.

The two of you pay and walk out to get your groceries home. "Hun you know not all produce is organic right?" You question softy. "I know that." He sneers. "I just had to come up with a good excuse to get that guy to stop hitting on you!" He wails. " He was just being friendly. " Mysta shakes his head in defiance. " Nah men are just like that. You have to be careful otherwise I'll get jealous. " He pouts. You laugh, knowing full well he was jealous that whole time.

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Shout out Tumblr for not saving this as a draft this has been a post for over a day bc I didn't wanna lose all my work 🧍🏻‍♂️

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heich0e · 2 years

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four drink rule - suna rintarou/f!reader (1.6k) sfwish, a bit silly, alcohol mention, enemies to something, samu dying a hero's death

atsumu slumps down into the banquette seating lining the wall of the club, exhausted.

there's a mysterious stain on the upholstery next to his thigh; the music is so loud it's rattling his teeth; and it's so hot in the crowded, rowdy space that the thin material of his dress shirt is sticking to him, even with the three top buttons undone.

this was supposed to be a night out with old friends.

this was supposed to be fun.

but now he just wants to go home.

"how many's she on?" his twin appears before atsumu, a drink in each hand. osamu mercifully hands the full one over to him.

atsumu accepts the drink gratefully, not a damn clue what it is, and takes a healthy swig. it burns a little on the way down, and does little to parch his actual thirst, but it's better than nothing. he swallows, panting lightly as he drags the back of his hand over his slick mouth.

"three—"

osamu nods, turning his head to scan the crowd of bodies.

"—what about suna?"

osamu takes a sip of his own drink, a less gluttonous one than his brother had. he turns back to his brother and gives him a pointed look as his adam's apple bobs.

he sighs, and the sound seems to come from deep within him. "three."

"who's watchin' him now?" atsumu asks.

"aran-kun."

atsumu's brow arches at his brother's response. "aran's supposed to be watchin' her."

they share a look. the beat in the song playing over the sound system drops. they're moving towards the thick of the crowd before they know it.

they find aran relatively quickly, near the bar where osamu had left him with suna, but he is horrifyingly alone.

"where is he?"

"where is she?”

the twins speak at the same time, tones equally accusatorial.

aran rolls his eyes lightly, shaking his head. "relax, they got into one of their spats and she stormed off a while ago, and he said he was gonna go see if he could steal a cig off someone outside while i got another drink."

both of the twins nod, slightly relieved.

osamu’s eyes sweep the surrounding area for a moment.

"aran-kun... where's your drink?"

aran looks over at the bar where he must have left his glass, but finds nothing there but a ring of condensation where his drink once sat.

he looks back to the twins to meet two identically wide pairs of eyes.

"god damn it.”

atsumu runs his hands through his peroxide blonde hair, gripping the strands roughly in frustration. “aran! the Four Drink Rule is in place fer a reason! it’s sacred!”

"yeah, yeah I know," aran sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezes his eyes closed.

atsumu stomps his foot—actually stomps it, like an overgrown child—and laments ”this never woulda happened if kita-san were here!"

“kita-san’d never be caught dead in a club, but at least they behave themselves when he’s around," his twin reminds him, more composed than his genetic counterpart. the more level-headed of the two evaluates his options momentarily. “tsumu, you go check outside and see if you can find that dickhead. i’ll look for her. aran why dontcha take a lap and see if you can find ‘em in any… dark corners.”

aran’s nose crinkles in disgust.

“why do i get the worst job?” he gripes.

“yer the one that lost track of ‘em,” osamu says sternly, and aran can’t refute his logic even if he hates it.

they part ways, and osamu approaches the bar—waiting for the bartender to turn her attention towards him as his fingertips tap the sticky surface of the bartop impatiently.

finally the woman approaches.

“sorry to ask ya this,” osamu sighs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “did a girl come through here recently? real feisty, probably ordered a lemon sour with no ice, about—“

he intimates your approximate height to the bartender.

“—yea high?”

the bartender actually laughs a little bit at how defeated osamu seems, nodding her head.

"yeah, I served her a lemon sour with no ice a couple minutes ago. maybe 10? only remember her because she told me i wasn't allowed to tell some big guy with bleached hair. she made me pinky promise and everything.”

osamu knocks his fist between his eyes. yeah, that was definitely you.

“everything okay?” the bartender asks warily, watching osamu cycle through all five stages of grief in the expressions on his face.

“oh yeah, we’re fine. thanks fer yer help though, miss, and ‘m sorry about the trouble.”

atsumu, aran, and osamu all meet up again where they’d left each other—a few minutes older and substantially more grim.

“couldn’t find ‘em.”

“he wasn’t outside.”

“she got a fourth drink.”

they all relay their findings one after the other, the bad news compounding.

osamu looks at atsumu. atsumu looks at aran. aran looks at osamu. then the order repeats itself in reverse.

“i’m not doin’ it,” atsumu is the first to speak up, staunch and adamant. “i’m tired of baby sittin’ those two brats every time we go out. if they wanna down four drinks and end up suckin' each other’s faces off and bumpin' uglies in a nasty ol’ bathroom that’s their problem!”

“but we’re the ones that have to deal with the fallout, ‘tsumu!” his brother argues. “suna’s gonna complain about her not replying to the stupid memes he sends like a lovesick idiot for the next two weeks, minimum. and she’s gonna blame us for not stopping her!”

“i agree with atsumu, we’ve been doing this for years. if they can’t admit they like each other that’s between them and god.” aran shrugs, equally exasperated with the foolishness. he’s been dealing with this for too damn long.

osamu tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling, watching the way the club lights flicker across the black tiles overhead.

“if you guys help me figure out where they are, i’ll be the one to break ‘em apart.”

“deal.”

“fine.”

it doesn’t take them long really, once ginjima informs the three of them that he spotted you and suna slipping into an out of order washroom near coat check not fifteen minutes prior. suna’s hand had been, according to akagi’s chipper contribution, so far up your shirt it looked like ‘that scene in alien when the alien pops clear outta their chests!’

osamu stares at the out of order sign on the bathroom door for longer than he cares to admit; mustering his resolve, saying a prayer, lamenting the day of his own birth, etc.

he casts a look down to the other end of the dimly lit hall (predominantly used by staff) to where atsumu, aran, and a few other of their friends are watching him like spectators standing on the dock to send ill fated soldiers off to war. atsumu waves him on encouragingly.

osamu sighs.

he pushes the door open.

“haa, please, rintar-MMPH!”

osamu fights back a gag as the door swings closed and the bathroom falls deathly silent.

he hears the drip of water from a leaking tap, the distant thrum of bass from the music outside.

“you two are gross, y’know that?”

osamu can see suna’s shoes under the door of the bathroom stall nearest to him. your shoes slowly appear on the ground just in front of suna’s, dropping down into view from above.

“i’m not leavin’ without the two of ya, so put yer junk away and get the hell out here,” osamu demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

“my junk’s not even out yet,” suna mutters sullenly from behind the door, and he hears a smack a moment later.

there’s a bit of shuffling that osamu doesn’t want to picture and the stall lock clicks open.

well, at least you two had the decency to lock one door.

the stall door opens a crack, only to slam closed again a moment later.

“hey!” osamu hears you complain.

“you know we don’t actually have to go out there, right? he’s not our boss.”

“get your grubby hands off of me,” you hiss, and there’s another audible scuffle. finally the door to the stall is wrenched open, and you step out.

your hair is a mess. your skirt is creased. your makeup is running. osamu doesn’t dwell too long on the way you’re walking like you’re weak-kneed in the interest of preserving his own sanity.

“god i can’t stand you,” you hiss over your shoulder towards the stall where suna is also emerging, looking equally dishevelled—though notably more smug than you do.

“i’ve got a seat i can offer if you’re looking for one,” suna says, a smirk tugging the corner of his swollen, rosy lips up. there's lipstick streaking across his mouth, jaw, and neck.

“i’m never doing this again,” you say adamantly, grabbing your purse off of the bathroom counter beside osamu, where you’d evidently hastily cast it aside, avoiding his judgemental gaze as you do so.

osamu wants to echo your statement.

you tug the strap of your bag up over your arm and stomp towards the door of the bathroom with your lipstick still smeared down your chin. osamu turns to look at his friend, his expression flat and unimpressed, but suna’s preoccupied watching you go, eyes glued to the doorway until the door swings shut behind you—the ignored OUT OF ORDER sign fluttering sadly.

it’s quiet again once you’re gone, and suna turns to look at osamu with a dopey, self-satisfied smile. he sighs happily.

“she says that every time.”

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mazikomo · 2 years

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@steponmesilco spoiled me with this wonderous drawing so it's only fair I return the favor with a lil something. Thank you to my wonderful betas. 💜

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Silco/gn!reader, SFWish 1.3k words Modern day AU, established relationship, domestic fluff

The front door rattled in its frame as you kicked it shut behind you and tried not to drop the pile balanced in your arms. It seemed the universe had it out for you today, as you had struggled mentally, emotionally, and now physically. You wanted nothing more than to lay face down on the floor for a few hours—and you would have, if you still lived alone.

“Silco!” you called out into the empty hallway, “did you Doordash ice cream?”

At least, based on the puddle outside, you assumed it was ice cream. Maybe a busted carton of yogurt? Whatever it was, it was dripping down your arm. Poetic really: another thing that had made itself at home in the mess that had been your day.

You staggered into the modest kitchen, set your bag down on the laminate countertop with a thud, and willed your head not to follow it. The exhaustion that had crept in the past few hours made itself more comfortable in your limbs. It felt good to finally let it take over.

The dripping reached your elbow.

Spoke too soon, apparently.

With a heavy sigh, you gathered the remnants of your strength, pushed up off the counter, turned around…

—and slammed right into Silco’s chest.

“Ah! Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

What had been merely dripping down your arm was now splattered across both your fronts. The cold temperature of the container crushed between your bodies confirmed it was indeed ice cream.

Silco frowned down at the mess. “So it did arrive. They were supposed to knock.”

“Yeah, well they didn’t,” you snapped as you dumped what remained into the sink. “Why did you even order ice cream anyways? We have some in the freezer.”

“I can’t get a treat for my partner when they tell me they’ve had a rough day?”

“No, I—” You took a deep breath and willed the tension behind your eyes to dissipate as you counted to ten. Inhale; one, two, three, four, five. Exhale; six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Practically everything since you had woken up this morning had picked at your resolve, but (at least right now) Silco wasn’t one of those things. “I’m sorry, this was very thoughtful of you.” You picked at a glob on your shirt. “Pity it didn't work out.”

“It didn’t go as planned, no,” Silco hummed and tilted his head at you, “but I may still be able to make something of it.”

“Can I at least get cleaned up first?”

“Of course.” He turned and headed down the hallway to your shared bedroom; “That’s part of my new plan.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

By the time you caught up, Silco had already peeled off his shirt, the action tousling his hair, and deposited it into the hamper. He sat on the edge of the bed and held out a hand to you.

Your heart fluttered as you stepped into the space between his legs and let him take your hand. “Silco, the ice cream would have been nice, but I’m not sure I’m up to—” You jolted when you felt something wet, this time warm, on you.

Silco’s tongue ran along your arm as it carefully cleaned the messy trail away and left goosebumps in its wake.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Something low in your gut stirred as he worked his way up your arm at a leisurely pace; your eyes glued to the movement as you became his personal ice cream cone to be enjoyed. You definitely felt like one, as his heat worked its way into every nook and melted you from the inside out.

Fingers loosely clutched at nothing when he reached your hand. His tongue burned the flat of your palm then heavily pressed along your index finger and he forced it to extend and chase him. He paused, his own fingers loosely gripped your wrist and mouth opened slightly to let your finger rest on his bottom lip.

The image seared itself into your mind. Even from his position below you, he had you at his mercy—a cat playing with its food—but you were all too happy to be his meal. The air in the room was suddenly stifling. You gasped as you watched mesmerized, when, to your shock but absolute enthralment, Silco slid your finger into his mouth.

His curled tongue savored every drop of the ice cream, then your own sweet taste beneath it as he sucked on the digit. His pleased hum reverberated through your arm and a half-lidded gaze— your own pupils most likely blown—both froze and melted what was left of you.

Silco held you there, caught between two states of being, before he finally showed mercy. The soft pop as your finger left his mouth could have been a gunshot with how your legs crumbled beneath you. He effortlessly scooped you into his lap and, similar to when you eased yourself into a hot bath, exhaustion made itself known once more as you settled your full weight back onto his thighs with a sigh.

Silco kissed the fingertips of your clean hand and moved them to weave into his hair as he set to work on the buttons of your shirt until your top half was as bare as his. He kissed the back of your other hand and continued up your arm, soft lips leaving no spot untouched as they reached your shoulder, your collarbone, the hollow of your throat. A shiver coursed through your body and you swore you could feel his grin against your skin.

Arms wound around you like snakes, and lips dragged against the column of your neck until they finally met yours in a toe-curling kiss. Chipped teeth nibbled at your lip and your heart soared in your chest. Your fingers dug into his hair in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded, but your body had given up—your free arm dangled lazily over his shoulder as you let him take you away.

There was no urgency. The warm bath transformed into tranquil waters as you drifted with one another. A hint of ice cream on his tongue reminded you of the present, but the passion, the care he took in you, was the dominating flavor.

Your body was eager to melt into the heat of his. You shifted to further deepen the kiss, and felt his arousal between your legs. A hand untangled itself from his hair and began to trail down his chest—before he caught your wrist.

Silco pulled back just enough to look into your clouded eyes. “No, no. This is about you.”

“But—”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let his forehead rest against yours.

“You,” he repeated, softly, reverence in his tone.

He placed your hand back in his hair and returned his attention to your neck. You swayed in his lap when he latched onto the sensitive spot just below your jaw that filled you with a pleasant buzz. With intimate knowledge of your body, Silco reduced you to a nebulous state that only he could achieve. Limbs grew heavier with each brush of lips and your fingers slipped from his hair to cup the side of his head. Your body moved on autopilot with the same knowledge of him as you brushed your thumb absentmindedly behind his ear.

He groaned, the sound coming from deep inside him. “That, I’ll allow.”

He continued to kiss you. It felt as if every breath was being drawn from your chest, a different frustration and worry leaving with each one, until both your lungs and head were empty. It was exactly what you needed—to partake in something so simple, so essential—after a taxing day. Your body languidly moved of its own accord, the outside world fading away until it was just the two of you left in existence. A floating feeling in your bones as Silco worshiped you.

Only when he was confident that you were nothing more than a melted puddle in his arms, did he pull away.

“Better?”

All you could manage was a hazy smile.

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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Movement : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 4.1k wc // The one where Zoro and Reader bump into each other in the middle of a heated “dance party” aboard the thousand sunny; awkward dancing, Nami buys expensive whiskey, lots and lots of sexual tension, there is a visit to the crow's nest and some star gazing.

Talk & Touch : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 1.3k wc // The one where Zoro takes the time out of his day to be extra annoying and hands on. Y/N just wants to work out in peace but Zoro has other plans.

Waking Up : NSFW for violence, GN READER, NO PRONOUNS, 1.38k wc // Zoro falls victim to a devil fruit user who is controlling his body, ordering him to take out his friends and the only one standing in his way is his platonic s/o

The Pull, the Moon, & the Wish Upon a Star (fic request) : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 7.9k wc // Y/N and Zoro have known each other for a long time, and have danced around their feelings, each one pining for the other in secrecy, but after thriller bark emotions escalate and they can't keep away from each other any longer.

From Light to Dark (fic request) : SFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, DRABBLE // summer love, love lost

Bullseye (Fic request) : NSFW, FEM READER //Usopp doesn’t understand why y/n can’t just grasp the concept of him being into her??? So he makes a move because life is short.

A Liar & A mouse (fic request) : SFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER // Usopp gets awoken in the middle of the night by a mouse, he is sat on, and seduced into going swimming (maybe)

Serendipity, or Something Like It (fic request) : SFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 3k wc // Usopp thinks the latest addition to the straw hat pirates was uncalled for, and unnecessary. He doesn’t trust her one bit, especially not when her mere presence makes him sick to his stomach.

Dream Weaver : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 2k wc // law has a dirty dream...

Reasons : (fic request) Part 2 of Dream Weaver, NSFW, FEM READER, NO PRONOUNS, 1.8k wc // Y/N doesn’t value her life and keeps asking questions, Law is not a very good negotiator sometimes, and an office desk makes for a silent witness.

Between Death && Memories (fic request) : SFW, GN READER, NO PRONOUNS, 812 wc // a meeting of childhood friends, and new possibilities.

Forget Him (fic request) : NSFW, FEM READER, 2.4k // Y/N has always harbored feelings for the stoic swordsman Roronoa Zoro. Law thinks she has better options and is out to prove his merit.

Between Fear & Love (fic request) : SFW, FEM READER // Y/N is cunning, intelligent, everything Law fear and admires.

Use Your Words (fic request) : NSFW, FEM READER 4.6k wc // Y/N has always had an insecurity buried deep down inside, that she hides under a bright smile; however, it takes one comment too many one day to ruin her mood. Law can’t help but meddle no matter what he says, and is determined to teach Y/N that beauty and pleasure comes in all kinds of sizes.

Mango Juice : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 1.3k wc // The one where Sanji decides he’s going to fix the y/n problem he has but he feeds her instead, he is a gentleman! Most of the time, and Luffy tries to invite himself over for a midnight snack

Juice with a Bite : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER, 2.3k wc // Part 2 of Mango Juice... The one where Sanji is true to his promise and visits Y/N's room at night when she's thirsty and calls for him...

Your Name : NSFW, FEM READER, SHE/HER 3.4k wc // The one where Sanji meets someone at the saloon, he is bad at climbing stairs, shirts get ripped, and you don’t know my name’.mp3

A Gilded Cage (fic request) : NSFW, ONE SHOT, 1.1k wc // Sanji receives a present, he doesn’t do well with letters, running = death, zoro is inconvenient

one piece boys realizing they're attractive : SFW // Ace, Law, Zoro

one piece boys and chubby reader : NSFW // Benn, Marco, Law, Zoro

one piece boys with a s/o who has inattentive adhd : SFW // Corazon, Law, Luffy

one piece boys being sexually frustrated (tw: size kink) : NSFW // Ace, Kid, Law, Zoro

pretty little mouth : NSFW // izou x reader

what that mouth can do : NSFW // izou x reader

LAST UPDATED: 06/11/2023

#one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece masterlist #monkey d. luffy #portgas d. ace #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #izou x reader #izou one piece

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A Way Out Fic Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

All unconnected one-shots will go here. If they are connected to a series/chapter fic, they will be listed under it’s listing.

A Loveless Marriage - Vincent Moretti/Carol Moretti - SFW - FicWip Drabble Collection Fill

A Way Out - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Needs Edited

At Least It's Not Raining - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Not Started

Brand New Threads - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - NSFW - Not Started

Clean Slate - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Not Started

Disappearing Act - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Not Started

Ice Cold - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Not Started

Meat On Your Bones - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - NSFW - Not Started

The Price Of Privacy - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - NSFW - Not Started

Something, Sometime, Somewhere - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Started

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - SFWish - Not Started

You Are The Prettiest Thing I Ever Stole - Vincent Moretti/Leo Caruso - NSFW - Not Started

CHAPTER FICS

All chapter fics will be listed here. If they have connecting one-shots, then they will go underneath it’s listing. One-shot collections will go here, as well.

A House Is Just A Box With Windows

A House Is Just A Box With Windows is a Dybbuk!Leo AU for A Way Out.

Summary: An oubliette was a place to put things to forget about them. The Dybbuk knew this better than anyone, and perhaps he had forgotten about himself a little bit, too.

A House Is Just A Box With Windows Chapter Masterlist

How Can You Ask Me To Trust You Again?

How Can You Ask Me To Trust You Again is an Omegaverse rewrite of the game A Way Out, told in flashbacks with future overtones. Nobody died.

Summary: Vincent couldn't keep going without him, but Leo just kept running away.

How Can You Ask Me To Trust You Again? Chapter Masterlist

#Fic Masterlist (A Way Out)#A Way Out Fanfiction #A Way Out Fanfic

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fandom-gt · 4 years

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Voyeur!Steve gets safely vored by an unaware Bucky.

He’s got the Pym particles, a custom suit, he’s got the whole damn thing planned out. It’s perfect, it’s safe beyond all measure. Two backup fail-safe options just on the off chance that for whatever reason he can’t zap himself out of it once he’s done.

He sure as shit can’t tell Bucky, because he’d never agree to do it in a million years - no matter how many back-up plans he had. Besides, this... thing he’s got is a little weird, a little personal, he’s a little ashamed of it.

It’s just... Bucky’s got perfect lips, perfect teeth, a plush pink tongue, and every time Steve sees him toss something into his mouth and start crunching it up he stares a little too hard and gets a little too hot in his face.

He plants himself inside of Bucky’s favorite brand of chips while Bucky’s away at the gym, because he knows the guy comes back with a ravenous hunger and too impatient to cook.

He’s beyond small. The bag he’s in is a cathedral. The chip he’s on is nearly the size of the floor plan in his old apartment. If he’s even remotely noticeable at all, it’s as a fleck of seasoning at best.

Sure enough, right on the mark, he can hear the thunder that probably comes at the end of the world. A sound so loud and so deep his eardrums can’t properly perceive it. It’s followed by a rush of air, and then his eyes lift up to the metallic paper walls above him. One of them bends in with a sound so loud it’s like standing at the bottom of Niagara falls. Four more fresh dents appear in the walls around him, then crumple the ceiling in a way that actually makes his heart rate spike.

It’s like demolition. It’s like watching a skyscraper get quarantined and then ritually exploded, thousands of tons of mass falling in on itself - just to stop abruptly because Bucky’s stopped squeezing his fingers shut.

Feeling the movement is different in here. The bag itself is presumably soaring through space, but it almost has its own gravity at this point. What he’s got to look out for is the way the chips rearrange themselves - tectonic plates shifting, the one he’s on suddenly veering down sharply and another slicing across it. He watches over his shoulder as a chip a hundred or more times bigger than him just cracks in half like nothing, sending debris exploding that is also bigger than him.

He’s got to grip on tight to the imperfections in his chip as it tilts up nearly vertically, just shy of a 90 degree angle. It’s at the top of the bag, at least, so he won’t be buried.

The divots disappear with that same rushing, deafening white-noise, and then above him the heavens open up. Where there once was darkness, now a slowly widening gaping light streaming in, blocked in the middle by a god-like face larger than any moon in the night sky. Bucky’s face blown up times a million, every detail enhanced from his bright blue searching eyes to the little chapped wrinkles in his lips.

He stares straight down at Steve, unblinking. He can actually see Bucky focus on him, the pupil of his eye lined up with Steve’s like they’re making direct eye contact.

Except there’s no flicker of recognition. Not even a beat of pause. Bucky’s lips are blocked from his view by an intruder into his space, a massive creature of flesh, skin-toned whirls of fingerprints that are the size of trenches.

He ears a little thud when Bucky’s finger makes contact on the flat wall of his chip. Another slow-motion thud when his thumb clamps down. Soft scratching of friction beneath his fingerprints.

And then the movement - the sheer force he has to fight against as Bucky pulls his chip from the pile, the others catching and falling off, the combination of gravity and g-force thrusting him down so hard he has to cling with every ounce of strength he’s got. Like an angel or like God, Bucky peels him from the darkness and slowly into the light, an unfathomable blurry bright space that stretches on infinitely.

There’s no pause in his motion. Steve sees the top of the bag, the distant colors of furniture and walls too far away to comprehend - he can barely see to the end of his chip. His only real focal point for several miliseconds is that too-close too-big finger pulling them through space, until very abruptly a new landscape comes into view.

He keeps soaring toward it, heart racing, the knowledge that even if he started yelling now, even if he changed his mind, there’s not a thing slowing down Bucky guiding that chip toward stretching, parted lips. He passes over building-sized teeth, and Bucky steers him toward his back molars.

Passing into Bucky’s mouth is like going through a portal - from bright and airy to dark and humid, the feeling of exhaled breath surrounding him even without Bucky actively breathing, muggy and oppressive.

He glances over his shoulder toward the exit, and he sees the vacancy of freedom through the slowly closing frame of teeth and gums and lips.

Above him, those molars descend unstoppably. They’re irregular and uneven, and Steve finds himself flat on his back staring up as his largest tooth comes down around him, the highest peaking ridges slamming down in sequential cracks to his left, to his right, grinding the chip there into dust before he even finishes biting down.

And he does finish biting, but Steve’s made himself so small that even with his teeth really and properly shut they don’t crush him into nothing. He has one second to experience being pinned between upper and lower molar, the platform he’d been on cracked beyond repair, the enamel grinders around him merciless.

They part again, but barely. Bucky’s mouth doesn’t completely open, so no new light streams in. Just a sudden wash of saliva, the shifting of new chip over top of him, and then another pulverizing crunch that gnashes the chip into a clump that sticks him to the bottom tooth. He’s still trapped there when he hears the deep, guttural vacuum of a swallow that takes place off to his left, the surge of suction that follows it - it gently pulls at his prison, but it doesn’t dislodge him.

The teeth part more widely, and Steve sees in slow-motion the oncoming of a new predator. The tongue he always thought of as soft and plush becomes a tidal wave of probing muscle, the tip of it slamming down into him and grinding him back and forth against the surface of Bucky’s molar. It’s wet, there are long strings of saliva that cascade off of it as it moves, working and shoving Steve out of his tiny divot.

He manages to dislodge himself from the remnants of his chip platform, winds up rolling end over end off of the tooth and to the floor beneath him - the slick, slippery underside of a tongue and the place it meets gums.

Seemingly satisfied, the tongue moves to drop heavily onto him, shrouding him in heat and darkness, trapping him beneath it so that he can only barely see the influx of light from Bucky’s parting lips. Another chip passes through them, and this time Bucky’s mouth closes completely before he chews - the tongue thrusts the chip up with great force into the roof of his mouth, cracking it and breaking it at the center so saliva and gentle guidance steer it in uneven halves toward teeth on either side.

Steve uses this freedom to thrust himself forward, clearing great distance toward the back of Bucky’s front teeth. If he stays beneath the tongue he’ll wind up trapped there.

He launches himself as high as he can, barely managing to catch onto the ledge of Bucky’s lower front tooth. They don’t line up flush with the upper front teeth, so he thinks there shouldn’t be any grinding or swallowing to end him so soon if he takes up an audience view there.

What he’s not counting on is the force of the swallow, the way it drags him backward, the way he lands plastered to the bottom of the tip of Bucky’s tongue.

Lips part slow, and he can hear the sound of the skin unsticking, tacky with saliva. He can hear the almost velcro-like sound of the middle of Bucky’s tongue peeling away from the roof of his mouth, and then he’s soaring through the air toward the light again - then down as Bucky licks his lips. He peels Steve off on accident by the way he keeps his lips closed for it, the sheer force and weight of his tongue pushing Steve down into one of the little divots in Bucky’s lower lip and sealing him there with sticky, glue-like saliva.

He’s stuck there, caught in the folds, arms outstretched and legs straight down. Staring up grants him only a limited view - Bucky’s upper lip stretching out in either direction like sprawling lawn, the very tip of his nose, maybe the edge of a high cheekbone, and nothing else. Not even a chance at eyes, because he’s just too god damn small to see over the curvature of Bucky’s face. It’s disorienting and a little overwhelming to know that he’s beneath even the ability to make one-sided eye contact.

But the experience isn’t over, and Steve watches another chip pass over his head like a UFO, soaring slow motion into the cavern behind him.

Lips close, meaning Bucky’s top lip presses down onto his bottom. As it descends, he sees every uneven bit of texture, every plump piece, every crumb still caught and still larger than him. He sees it coming down on him unrelentingly, sealing together on his left and his right until finally it seals him too.

He’s caught between upper and lower lip, and the upper one grinds back and forth over him while Bucky chews, dragging dry skin and heavy weight left and then right.

The tongue doesn’t come back.

Two or three more chips pass before there’s a break between them, and something new arrives in his sphere of vision.

A bright pink mound, a smoothed over surface, shiny and as thick as the lip he’s on.

It touches down a hundred yards to the right, landing with a sticky, deafening thud. Then it begins to drag, passing at great speed and clearing too much distance toward him.

It passes over his entire being, and he recognizes the smell and the taste instantly. It’s chapstick, and Bucky coasts it back and forth, sealing him in place with two coats.

He didn’t account for this particular scenario when he made his backup plans. He’s trapped, unseen and known, on Bucky’s lower lip.

#soft vore #no swallowing #extreme micro #unaware #giant/tiny #g/t #sfw #sfwish at least?#Stucky

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ac3id · 4 years

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pairings: shinso hitoshi x cat girl reader

warnings : slight bondage in the end, sfwish, yn is a cat girl guess thats it ahahah. all characters are in their third years thus they are 18 and plus!!

a/n: ahaha so i fnally uploaded this!! i swear shinso is one of my favs so im so happy you requested this! so important noteeee if u’re updated w the manga ya prolly know shinchan will start in the hero class (i think he’s going to be in class B) by his second year. so this scenario takes place in the third year so both him n reader chan r in the hero course :]]]] enjooy!!

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hitoshi couldn’t lie to himself, he was genuinely amused by your quirk. a literal cat girl!? seriously? even though, he was aware that in this supernatural world, where anything and everything is possible, and that there might’ve been at least a million catgirls, around the globe; it still came as a surprise.

he likes cats, they are adorable and what not; but a human as a cat? is he allowed to like them? wouldn’t that just be a weird fetish? hitoshi had been struggling with the answer to that question ever since he found out you could lewd cat girls which was since middle school.

the next thing he knew was that there was one sitting two feet away from him. the universe was playing a cruel, cruel joke on him.

at first, he thought you were shy; afraid to talk to others. he noticed that you kept to yourself, yeah you had friends alright. he had seen you hanging out with kendo and tetsutetsu before but you were quite introverted. that being said, he was shocked to find you bickering with the infamous angry blond of the other class; apparently he had insulted your quirk- deeming it vain and the only use of it was being an eye candy. you sure did give bakugou katsuki a piece of your mind that day, the teachers had to stop both of you from tearing each other’s faces off.

hitoshi found himself thinking about you. a lot. he figured he was crushing on you. yes, he definitely was. sometimes, he’d see others petting your head and scratching your ears like, you know, how you would do to a cat...it was so hard not running up to you and doing the same. it was hard, very hard but he managed self-control until he slipped up.

oops-

you were standing next to him and his hand ventured on its own and landed on top of your head, petting it and scratching your ears like he had seen your friends do. usually, you would let out a purr but now, you froze. out of the blue hitoshi had started patting and rubbing your head. on top of that he didn’t even realize it, he continued with his actions until you practically bit him. he swiftly pulled his hand away and looked down at your smaller figure which was fuming with rage.

your face was on fire, eyebrows scrunched together, and fangs baring out, you growled at him. “what the fuck?” you spit shoving a finger to his chest, “take your weird fucking fetish away from me!” one could say you were livid. you proceeded to threaten the life out of hitoshi, promising him that you’d make him call for his mama the next time he pulls something like that up. he apologizes and promises he wouldn’t do something like that ever again.

well, he lied. he does it again and again until it becomes a hobby of his, reaching out petting your head and scratching your ears while you stand there with a raging blush across your face. you like it, secretly but you’d never admit. hitoshi seems to get bolder over time. one day in class he just, straight out grabs your tail tugging on it, feeling the soft fur between his fingers. you almost ripped his face off that day.

surprisingly, both of you become friends. training together, hanging out from time to time, and yes. the teasing hitoshi pulls you through. the friendship that grows between the two of you is beautiful but the sexual tension? it’s frustrating. hitoshi wants you to beg for it but you know your dignity is not going to allow it ever.

“you look cute..all tied up like this.” hitoshi grins tugging on your tail as he watches you struggle in his binds with your face bright red and ears twitching. you both had been training till a minute ago but now, you were all tangled up in his capture weapon suspending in midair held together by the thick straps of his scarf-like equipment.

he stalks around you stopping right in front of your face. His fingers gilded under your chin, tugging your face up. “not funny..shinso, let go!” you struggle around the capture weapon hoping it would loosen the string but instead, it only gripped around you tighter. “you know,” he calls out to you, his eyes a shade darker than the beautiful purple he always wore. “you’re always such a brat and i am tired.” he is petting your head again, “tell me,” he says your name sending shivers down your spine and desire through your veins. “do you want me as i want you?” his nose touches yours as he waits for your reply, you let out a meek yes which makes him lose all the self restrain he had.

he smashes his lips onto yours kissing you with passion. he nibbles on your lip, grazing his tongue over it before slipping it into your mouth. moans leave your throat as the kiss gets heated, it’s as if hitoshi doesn’t want to let go but the growing need for oxygen takes over him, he pulls away locking his eyes with your cat-like pupils, thinking of what all he could do with you for the rest of the night.

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tired-gay-mexican · 2 years

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I was tagged by @commanderceleste. Thank you for thinking of me ✌️✌️🥰

Favorite color: my favorite color is blue. I love every one from navy to neon it’s a beautiful color💙💙💙

Currently reading: I’m reading memory is all you left me. I’m taking forever to read it tho because it’s so sad and I don’t want to deal. I also have so many books I have to read that I just keep putting on standby. (Idk why but I keep buying more books that I think would be interesting too)

Last movie: The last movie I watch was maleficent mistress of evil. I was looking for the first one but I ended up watching the second. It was okay but I literally don’t remember how it ended even though I watched it yesterday night.😂😂 I do remember the other fae that look like Angelina Jolie and thinking that damn I wish I had horns and colorful wings 🧚🏽‍♂️🧚🏽‍♂️

Last series: it was the legend of Vox Machina. I really liked it. I always wanted to play D&D but I don’t have the time at the moment and I thought that this would be really fun to watch and I was right. I thought it was really good and I can relate so much to Pike. I’m really into comic book animated series. Like I really loved when invincible got its own series too and I love young justice when it became geared towards older audiences.

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: I always go for spicy food ever since I was little. Sweet comes in at a close second tho. When I was a kid I use to run away with a bag of sugar to eat and my mom would chase me around the backyard to try and take it away.

Tea or Coffee: Tea. Coffee is too bitter and I hate that. Idk why it’s only coffee. I love 90% chocolate with peanuts and sea salt but if it’s coffee it has to have at least half a cup of sugar and cream.

I tag @jacob-blogs, @korticus, @poliwhirl-swirl, @arrestingknave, and @athena-bright-eyes-sfwish. Of course no pressure to answer any of these questions but it’ll be fun to find out

#ask #me

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headoverjojo · 4 years

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Yay you're open! Can I have NSFW headcanons for Hermes with a chubby girlfriend? Thank you! ❤️❤️

Hi darling! First request, first request!! Thank you for asking something about the amazing Hermés 💕 I’m not really confident with her, since I’ve not written a lot about her, but you know... you can’t get to know a character if you don’t write for them! So thank you for this chance, and I really hope you’ll like my take on her :3

Hermés Costello with a chubby girlfriend

(Under the cut for n/sfwish themes!)

Hermés is good at many things, and one of this is to give pleasure to her beloved girlfriend. She has really few people she genuinely cherishes for, but for them she would do everything. The most important, of course, is her girlfriend; she brought the light again in her life, when she thought she would have been alone for the rest of her days. Her girlfriend accepted her as she was: impetuous, loud, funny, even dangerous. She never asked Hermés to change for her into something she wasn’t. And Hermés found herself more and more enamoured with her, her smile, her character, her words… and her body too.

Hermés has never enough of her girlfriend’s body. She loves how soft and plump it is, how comfy it is to rest her head on her girlfriend’s soft breasts, how she smiles and giggles when she peppers her lovely face with kisses… and how she drowns in pleasure when she teases her. Hermés wants to know how her girlfriend is feeling, so she always says her to be as loud as she wants, gathering strength and will to make her feel better and better as she hears her sweet moans and sighs. She doesn’t allow herself to be satisfied too until her girlfriend comes at least twice. It’s a matter of honor!

Hermés is a woman who likes to grab. When she spots her girlfriend and they’re at home alone, she loves to tease and lure her into more pleasant moments usually by grabbing and caressing her bottom or breasts, taking advantage of it to also hug her and snuggle her face into her girlfriend’s neck, leaving also few little bites and kisses. She usually never fails to arouse her girlfriend and, when she finally gives in, Hermés doesn’t lose time, happily bringing her to their bedroom. After trying many surfaces, their bed is still the best and comfiest place to make love to her and to worship her the best!

If her girlfriend is a bit shy and insecure about her body, Hermés would do anything to help her to feel how beautiful and amazing she really is. She’d take her sweet time to properly worship and tease her, kissing every centimeter of her, especially the parts that her girlfriend doesn’t like, while telling her how much she loves her, how beautiful she is, how she is amazed by her wonderful body… and she means every single word. Hermés may be many things, but not a liar. Not to her girlfriend. And she’d show her that she really means what she says, taking her sweet time to build her release and letting her enjoy it as much as she can. Her pleasure and happiness are her priorities!

Hermés honestly find her girlfriend’s soft body incredibly attractive and she’d fight anyone who dares to say it’s not. Her abundant hips, her soft breasts and tummy, her thunder thighs… she loves everything about her, especially when she’s melting in pleasure under her. She loves the way her girlfriend’s breasts softly bounce and how her hips eagerly follow her fingers, soughting for pleasure… in Hermés’ eyes, she’s a goddess. A wonderful, magnificent goddess made for her, as she too was made for her. They belong to each other. No matter what people may think -usually petty and unworthy things, Hermés always says-, she wouldn’t love anyone but her girlfriend.

#jjba #stone ocean #prison breakers #jail queens #hermes costello #fem s/o #chubby s/o #headcanons #not so sfw #ohnonotanotherjojoblog

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halfusek · 5 years

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Since this blog is in a Death and Taxes mood right now, I’ll say what we’re all thinking: why would a man as extroverted, energetic, and dynamic as Joey Drew want to be with someone as boring, introverted, and low-energy as Grant? Realistically, a relationship between the two would leave Grant feeling overwhelmed, unheard, and used, and would leave Joey feeling bored to tears. The whole thing honestly makes me feel like Joey is using him and that Grant lacks self-respect. Am I wrong?

Well, I think you’re getting the wrong impression about this ship, at least as how it is for me

I started it with the purpose of it being awful adnasjksnajs

The reason people can feel n/sfwish vibes from even sfw artworks is that deep down they remember my stuff from almost a year ago about it (with Grant being a masochist and Joey a sadist basically)

So, yeah, Joey IS using him and Grant LACKS self-respect because that’s the POINT ^^;

#death and taxes #suggestive #halfask

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goddamnitdazai · 5 years

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what about nsfw for dazai with a normally submissive s/o who wants to try topping and seeing him beg but is too shy to ask?

{ drabble ; sfwish } ____________ Hair pulling--the first clue. It had gotten harder, toeing the line between playful and dominating. Was that the right word? Dazai chuckles softly to himself as he watches you from the living room couch. Your hair fanned out beneath you on the floor as the TV blares. Dark sky littered with stars barely visible against the vibrancy of the city lights in the backdrop. Dazai’s fingers tangle around the strands you’d gotten fond of pulling when he was nibbling the side of your throat. Skin at the root a bit sore when he tugs it frown forming as his mind starts to connect the dots.You were a scratchy and bitey little thing, always. Sensitivity mixed with how well he worked your body and the natural urge you had to cling to his skin. Dazai didn’t mind. Stuck through the pain because it was minimal and not intended to hurt, rather just a reaction to the pleasure he was bringing you. A second chuckle though this one bubbles in his throat. Trying to top him, cute. Dominance wasn’t exactly in your nature and Dazai was not one to be submissive. But, it would be entertaining at the least. Dazai’s eyes roam down the curve of your chest over your stomach and down to the bit of hip peeking out from the t-shirt knotted up to help with the heat in the apartment. The night was absolutely miserable outside. Spring heatwave, Dazai refused to leave his spot in front of the box fan while you chose to lay down with one of the smaller desk fans pointed down at you from the coffee table. Sweat adding a glistening sheen to your skin. Love bites visible on your thighs.Only panties and that shirt. Tease, but Dazai loved it. And was ignoring it. Oh,Oh you were baiting him to take control from his grasp. Why didn’t you just ask? But, he wouldn’t be with you if you asked. This way was much more entertaining for the both of you.A smug simper rolls his lips up the side of his face. T-shirt thrown off somewhere leaving him in only the bandages at his torso and a pair of shorts. “______~” he says your name sugar-sweet, but you pay no mind. A response of a hummed question on why he was calling you. Dazai wants to laugh. Passive-aggressiveness was not the way to go, but he’d play along to see where you took it. He pouts. “____ I’m so lonely on the couch. Can’t we cuddle and be a sweaty mess together?” You turn to look at him, smile small as your eyes graze down his body. “Take off your shorts then we can. I don’t like when they stick to my skin.” Bartering. Good start, but what would you do..“Then take off your panties.” Dazai retorts voice a fragment lower. Eyes sparking with mirth once he makes his way towards your body sitting cross-legged on the floor in silent protest. You rise up on your elbows staring at him with a bit of a frown. He smiles. “What? We’re bartering aren’t we?” Dazai’s fingers drift over the waistband of your panties pulling the band with a light snap. Gasp from your lips making his smirk darker. If he were to talk the tone would give it away. How far would you push.Rather than retort you simply shift on your side to face him, elbow propped up allowing your cupped hand to hold your cheek. Electricity snaps between the two of you when your eyes lock. Dazai watches your fingers twitch, but he doesn’t interject. Not when they move from your hip to his hair. Not when they grip hard and yank him down to your level.But when he hovers, he strikes. Fingers sliding through your hair and knees pressing your thighs open. He swallows your surprised gasp tongue rolling over the roof of your mouth in a heated kiss. Simper as devilish as always when he allows you to break for air. Voice deep and smoother than velvet, hot breat fanning over your lips when he speaks. “Try again.”

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Gods and Monsters - 7 - Love.

Marvus x Reader ll Tagora x Reader; SFWish (mention of pailing in the beginning)

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You meet Marvus’s lusus, and Tagora handles you in typical Tagora fashion.

this chapter was inspired by the most magnificent set of tweets to ever exist, as well as my partner in crime @compositecreature :3

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest

The world is yours and you can't refuse it

Seen so much, you could get the blues

But that don't mean that you should abuse it

Though it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy

But you get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular

Back to work or the coffee shop It don't matter because it's enough

To be young and in love

- Lana Del Rey

Bathtime was calling for your filthy body.

You had been eager to see the ocean, but something steered you towards sleep instead. The night had been rife with cat-fights and debauchery, and when you caught a glimpse of the enormous ablution trap, you were hit with a wave of exhaustion that drained you of any motivation to visit the beach.

Marvus was busying himself with removing his jewelry while you turned on the shower spray, letting the water heat up on its own as you padded over to him. You took it upon yourself to wet a nearby wash cloth with the intention to clean off his facepaint. As you stood on your tip toes and struggled to reach over the sink, Marvus grinned and taunted you for your height.

“Ain’t got no ladders round here babe, u gonna b climbin me like a tree to get anywhere.”

“Hilarious. How’s the weather up there, by the way?”

“Feelin a lil chilly axxually, mite need a warm rusty to help me w dat.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, wringing out excess water from the cloth. Marvus looked down at you with a teasing smirk, and it might have looked attractive if not for the comical mess on his face.

“You look like an abstract painting,” you snarked and patted the countertop. “Get me up on here so I can clean that paint off you.”

Marvus quirked a brow at your command, yet obliged you all the same, sitting you down before him and patiently letting you run the wet cloth along his face. You dug your fingers into his mussed up hair to keep it out of the way, focusing diligently on your task while Marvus watched you with amusement.

The paint gradually gave way to neutral gray, and even his eyebrows darkened to their natural black color. You finished off your task with one last swipe along the long, graceful arch of his nose, silently admiring how long his lashes appeared while he kept his eyes closed.

You realized you were staring, much to your embarrassment.

“All done,” you weakly said, tossing the dirtied cloth into the sink, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop in preparation for absconding from this intimate proximity, until you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. You reached out to run a thumb along the evidence of his exhaustion. “Look at this … don’t tell me you’re overworking yourself."

A flash of hesitation flashed across his face. Yet it was gone as quick as it had appeared, replaced with his normal easygoing demeanor. He gently grasped your wrist and moved your questing touch away. “Ain’t nethin to worry bout,” he said, pressing a kiss to your fingertips.

“Liar,” you asserted, stubbornly glaring at him. “I got rid of the facepaint, and yet it seems you’re still hiding behind a mask. You’re lying, and I know it.”

Yet again you managed to shock him into a state of silence, his eyes wide and focused on you during your short tirade. “Damn mama u rly gunna roast me like that?”

“Damn straight.” You took back your hand and crossed your arms, entirely unintimidated by how much larger than you he still was, his arms on either side of you as he leaned over you. “If that’s what it takes to get some honesty out of you.”

“Whoaaa, i don’t remember the last time sumone talked to me this way. 'Specially not a lowblood.” His hands found their way to your hips, and he grinned at you with hooded eyes. “Dat shit b hot, like some kinda pale porn feelz jam. U gettin freaky w me rite now, babe?”

You covered your eyes momentarily and sighed. “No, Marvus. This isn’t a solicitation.”

“Aww :o( “

“Look, all I’m saying is, I notice these things about you. And if there’s no one around to tell you to take better care of yourself, then it may as well be me.”

“Oooh? ;o) “

”Not pale porn.”

“Now who b lyin … “

You were starting to feel a blush bloom across your cheeks. “What did I say about teasing me?” you murmured, bashfully looking away while he pulled you closer to him. With his handsome sculpted body in sight, you were quickly reminded that a platonic relationship with Marvus was out of the question. “Besides,” you continued, sliding your hands up the wide expanse of his chest towards his neck to tilt his face towards you. “ — would a moirail do this?”

You brought him down to your level and planted your lips on his, coaxing his mouth open with a teasing lick as he hummed into the kiss. He effortlessly gathered you in his arms while you made out and brought you both under the running shower spray, reluctantly letting you break off the kiss when you reminded him that you were still filthy.

Everything had been chaste enough, for the first few minutes. You managed to get your hair rinsed and pointedly avoided staring at Marvus’s gorgeous body. The same could not be said for him, however. It all started with his hip bumping against yours as he reached over to grab a bottle, and an offer to help you wash off with something that looked like a mix of a giant beetle and a loofa.

Innocent touches soon led to full-blown groping — you just knew Marvus wouldn’t be able to resist — and eventually you found yourself pressed up against the shower wall with his bulge pumping slowly into your sensitive cunt, overstimulated and yet still craving more of him.

By the time you were clean and swaying on your feet like a sleep-deprived child, Marvus had insisted you stay for the night — or rather, the day — and you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on his impeccable hospitality. So you thanked him with a tired smile and huddled up in the corner of the couch, adorned with a fluffy towel and ready to pass out the moment your head hit the cushion. But Marvus crouched down in front of you with a stupefied expression, and asked, "The fxxk ya doin, baby?”

“Um … going to sleep?”

He blinked at you, still not understanding. “Iz dis a human thang? Sleepin on a couch?”

“Technically we sleep on beds — not that you’d know what that is.”

“Well i ain’t got any o that shiz but i got a slammin cocoon so.” You let out a startled yelp as he scooped you up in his arms. “U coming w me, lil mama.”

And that was how you ended up falling asleep atop Marvus’s very inviting bosom, smiling contently as the sopor slime soothed your aches away.

Marvus had a busy schedule the following day, so unfortunately he was gone by the time you woke up. You blearily rubbed your eyes and stretched, letting loose all the tension in your frame as you looked out to see the sun’s last rays disappearing behind the horizon. Seems like he really doesn’t get that much rest if leaving before sundown was a regular thing for him.

You took a quick moment to freshen up in the bathroom, and after one final glance at the painting tainted with Marvus’s genetic material, you began lazily scooping up your scattered clothing and redressed. The weight of your palmhusk stashed away in a discrete pocket reminded you to check your messages, and sure enough, you had quite a few of them.

Stelsa had texted you about her safe return last night as promised, Chixie hit you up with an invite to a show later, and Marvus sent his apologies for not being able to stick around.

— couldn’t wake u up cuz u were lookin too cute but there’s food downstairs if u want

— n i got a guy parked outside to take u anywhere

— b seein u sumtime soon bby thx fr the amazing time ;o)

You smiled shyly to yourself, hoping that he truly wanted to see you again.

Your good mood promptly disappeared when you realized you had several texts and missed calls from Tagora. You knew exactly what he wanted from you, and you were too hungry to deal with it right now.

Stashing away your palmhusk for later, you made your way downstairs and spent a few minutes looking around the spacious floor for the kitchen. The clicks of your heels echoed through the hallway as you wandered, glancing into spare rooms and admiring the beautiful graffiti decorating the walls.

One particular room caught your eye — a shimmer of aquamarine blue in your periphery steered you inside, and you were met with a gigantic in-ground pool that curved beyond a translucent wall fixture, forming a long U-shape. To the right was a spectacular view of what you believed to be a portion of the backyard deck, the entire wall replaced with floor-to-ceiling window panes. The moonlight from outside filtered into the room, illuminating the glistening pool water to an ethereal color.

It was stunning, to say the least. You kneeled at the edge of the pool and gently dipped your fingertips into the water. The temperature was lukewarm and pleasant, stirring up the urge to take a swim. Maybe you could coerce Marvus the next time you visited his hive.

As you pondered on the future, something seemed to bump against your fingertips. You furrowed your brow and felt around for the obstruction, feeling something smooth and uniform taking shape.

The strange object pushed gently against your touch, moving higher and higher until something white emerged from the water. You quickly retracted your hand and leaned over to get a closer look —

And the water bursted upward like a geyser, splashing you as you fell back onto your ass with an indignant shriek. You protected your face with your hands and curled inward, fearing what horrors you managed to rile up in the depths of this pool.

A loud chitter soon followed, and when you lowered your shaking hands, you were suddenly face to face with a white dolphin, its razor sharp teeth on display as its gaping maw puffed air inches away from you.

You let loose a scream and scuttled backwards from the creature, losing your grip on the wet floor and careening onto your side.

The dolphin chirped at you and tilted its head as you came down from your panicked breathing. You stared back at it, wide-eyed and frozen in fear, until you realized that the beast was actually smiling at you, bobbing innocently in the water and patiently waiting for your next move.

Mirthful Messiahs, this was Marvus’s lusus!

You clambered onto hands and knees and crawled back to the dolphin, hoping you looked every bit as pathetic as you felt. “Oh my gosh that was so rude of me I’m so sorry! It’s so nice to meet you my name is — “

You were cut off by a jovial chirp, and the lusus bumped his snout on your forehead. Thank goodness, he didn’t appear to be as horrid as Zebruh’s custodian. Judging by how kind Marvus was, you always assumed his lusus would have led by example. You giggled and carefully petted his head.

“I hope I didn’t frighten you — “ The dolphin let loose a string of eek eek eek’s and shook his head. “ — no, please, don’t be sorry, I reacted like an idiot. I’m a friend of Marvus’s, by the way! Maybe he told you already?”

“Eek eek! Eeeee!” Another nose bump, followed by a nuzzle to your cheek.

You cupped your cheek and blushed. “I’ll take that as a good sign … “ Your conversation was cut short by a low grumbling, and you peevishly smiled. “Do you mind pointing me to the kitchen? I accidentally wandered in here because I got lost.”

The lusus nodded, and instead of tipping his head toward a direction, he slowly emerged from the water’s depths. You stood up and backed away to give him some room, and you nearly gasped at how enormous he was. Sure enough, the lusus was a dolphin, and yet he sported a pair of dinosaur-like back legs that allowed him to stand upright, trailing his tail behind him as he offered a flipper to you.

You smiled gratefully and held onto the proffered flipper as the lusus led you out of the room, stopping briefly for a moment so he could show you were the spare towels were stored away. You grabbed one on the way out and wiped yourself down as you let him guide you, eyeing the trail of water the lusus left in his wake and wondered if it was okay to leave it all over the floor like that.

The kitchen was as grand as the rest of the hive, a circular space with a towering ceiling from which hung a massive chandelier, its multicolored crystalline lights casting rainbow beams everywhere they could. Everything was as large as Marvus said it would be, but thankfully his lusus caught on to your short stature, and took over the task of getting you well-fed. Within minutes you had a whole five course meal set out in front of you at the table, and you couldn’t stop thanking the kind dolphin with tears in your eyes before he ruffled your hair with a flipper and trilled a happy tune.

When was the last time you had this much food at your disposal? Your heart swelled with love for your generous friends as you stuffed your face with questionable meats, deciding that the delicious taste outweighed their strange appearance. The lusus kept you company all the while, sitting across the table from you and chowing down on some sort of large aquatic animal laid out on a giant dish.

You spent your breakfast in amicable discussion, regaling him with tales of your adventures, your worries about the future, and your ever-growing homesickness. You don’t know why, but you felt like you could trust this dolphin with anything. In turn, he eek'd up a storm of stories about Marvus as a wiggler, and how good of a child he had been. You realized, then, how suitable a dolphin was for Marvus — his lusus chirped with as much flare and gusto as the showman, waving his flippers around and smiling all the while. Two whimsical yet powerful individuals. A match made in heaven.

Unfortunately, the time to leave had come. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

Marvus’s lusus seemed disappointed by your announcement, and you imagined he might feel lonely in this mansion all by himself, considering how often Marvus had to go on tour or do other work-related things. You helped the dolphin place the empty dishes by the sink and hugged him tight, marveling at how he was just as cold to the touch as Marvus was.

“I promise I’ll come visit you the next time Marvus invites me over,” you murmured into his soft belly, and you were rewarded with a pat to your head. The palmhusk vibrated in your pocket, startling you out of your hazy comfort and reminding you that you had a certain tealblood to attend to.

As the lusus waddled you over to the front door, you looked up at him and noted how sad and quiet he had gotten. “Hey,” you called out, lightly tugging on his flipper. “Why don’t we take a picture together to show Marvus we met?”

Your idea was met with joyous chirps, and as the lusus crouched down to your level, you snapped a ridiculous amount of selfies from all angles, choosing one where you were both sticking out your tongues. You sent it to Marvus and typed:

— i met your lusus, he’s so cute!!

— and he told me to tell you he says hi.

— so in his own words, i say to you, “eek eek!"

You paused and quickly added:

— i had a wonderful time last night too.

And left it at that, because as much as you wanted to pour your heart and thank him for being so selfless and understanding in light of your self-consciousness, you did not want to come off as desperate. Sometimes it had to be like that. Even with him.

You were settled in inside a cab as you drove straight for Tagora’s hive, scrolling through the texts he had sent you with increasing anxiety.

— Please let me know how your search goes, I’m very eager to move this case along.

— Have you found any dirt on a certain someone yet?

— Still waiting.

Those were sent last night. The more recent ones were more concerning.

— Seeing as you are not responding to me, I’m going to take that as a no.

— You disappoint me, human. Expect an exorbitant fee added to your balance for every minute you are late in texting me.

Shit. Tagora was always serious about those pesky charges. You fired off a quick ’I’m on my way!’ and spent the whole ride looking at troll memes to lighten up your mood. Tagora may be pissed at you right now, but not for long. He could never stay mad at you.

That thought replayed in your mind as you meandered up his front lawn, trying to come up with a million excuses for your tardy end of the deal. At least you managed to protect the clothes he bought you. Maybe that would cheer him up a bit.

You stared at the door and counted to ten before knocking.

Tagora opened the door just a crack, peering at you through the narrow opening. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Okay. You’re going to be upset — “ The door was swinging shut. You hastily shoved your foot through the threshold and fought to keep it open. “ — but I promise I can still make it all worth your while!”

He paused for a moment and leered at you. “How so?”

“ … gossip?”

Surprisingly, it worked. The door opened a little, and as Tagora finally got a good look at you, his peeved expression fell away to one of shock and slight revulsion, perhaps even a hint of concern. “Have you even looked at yourself today? Did you get mauled by a purrbeast?”

You smiled sheepishly and absentmindedly rubbed at a love bite on your neck. “More like I got pailed senseless by a purpleblood.”

”What? And you’re still alive?”

A chatty, questioning Tagora was a good sign. You slipped past him and wandered inside, waving at his lusus in greeting as you toed off your shoes. “This particular highblood is a good friend of mine. I’m sure you remember who he is, considering I begged you to blackmail whoever uploaded that video of him hand feeding me … “

“You pailed with Marvus Xoloto?” Tagora whirled you around and grabbed you by the shoulders, bringing his face inches away from yours. “Did you mention me?” he excitedly asked.

“In what possible context could I bring you up while getting laid? ’Oh Marvus that feels so good, by the way I happen to know a fantastic lawyer —'"

“Uuugh!” He lightly pushed you away and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his impeccable hair. “You’ll pay for giving me that horrible mental image. And furthermore, you are so damn useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you grumbled, making your way to the couch and sagging down onto it. Tagora’s lusus instantly materialized in your lap, rolling over to expose his tummy while you scratched it. “My night took a turn for the worst during the party, and after all was said and done I was feeling so shitty that I needed a distraction. I just didn’t have it in me to sleuth around for you, I’m sorry.”

Tagora eyed you quietly as though in deliberation. Maybe you looked tired and mopey, because his expression softened marginally. “Are you.” He paused. “Are you hungry?” You shook your head. “Wait here then.”

You watched him curiously while he wandered away to the bathroom. His lusus chuffed at you when you forgot to keep scratching behind his ear. “Soooorry,” you whispered to the ferret, and you were rewarded with a nuzzle to your face as he rearranged himself like a flailing noodle.

Tagora returned with a tube of neon green paste — it was a familiar sight to you by now, considering how often you were getting injured. He sat beside you and shooed his lusus away, motioning for you to turn to him. “Tell me what happened,” he ordered, squirting a dollop of paste on his hand and massaging the medicine into the bruises along your neck and shoulders.

“Well,” you said with a sigh, tilting your head to let Tagora work his magic. “I had the misfortune of stumbling upon Lanque. Or rather, he made the effort to confront me, and made me look like a fool by bringing up personal bullshit.”

“Ah, that cretin. I hope you told him off properly this time.”

“I tried … but it still sucked to have my insecurities thrown back at me out of nowhere.”

Tagora huffed. “At least you’re not the one crashing parties in search of cheap thrills. Show me where else you’re bruised.” You lifted the hem of your dress and up over your hip to reveal fingerprint shaped marks along your outer thighs. You tried your best to keep your private area covered, wishing you still had your underwear. Tagora seemed to not mind, working with detached efficiency. “And. You know. You’re the one who got lucky in the end. Although judging by how fucked up you look, ‘lucky’ is pretty subjective. Was this a pitch romp?”

“Nope, it was really sweet and fun and a hell of a lot more intimate than I expected,” you gushed, blushing at the memory. “But let’s not get side-tracked. I didn’t even tell you the worst part the night!”

“There’s more?”

“Unfortunately. So, Remele apparently had the wonderful idea of painting me as the main subject, and she auctioned it off to the highest bidder. Which thankfully turned out to be Marvus, and I’m pretty sure he did it just to spare me the embarrassment. It was so vulgar, Tagora! Like, she made me naked and cowering in an alleyway and — and covered in troll blood because she was recreating that time we got into trouble with a purpleblood and — “

Fuck. Tagora didn’t know about your and Remele’s connection to that murder. And you knew he tracked it with fervor when news first hit, trying to tie it to her earlier event.

As if on cue, his eyes widened in excitement, pupils narrowing like a predator honing in on its prey. “Wait, wait. First of all, why didn’t you tell me you were involved in such a high-profile case? And how could that conniving bitch know enough about the crime scene to portray it in such an accurate light?”

“I — um … I can’t tell you!”

“Oh you absolutely will. I think this will be more than sufficient to cover for your failure last night."

You groaned and dug your hands into your hair. “You don’t love me, Gor-Gor! You just love my drama. Is that all I am to you?” Tagora reeled back, biting his lower lip. "Just a — an associate who does dirty work for you? A henchman? A dumb, worthless human? A — “

Your freak-out was cut short when a hand gently yet firmly slapped itself onto your cheek.

You blinked and looked at Tagora. He stared right back, looking equal parts shocked and panicked. His hand was slightly cold, yet ridiculously soft.

“Oh my gods are you shooshpapping me — “

”No!” Tagora wrenched his hand away as though he had been burned. "This is strictly a platonic show of camaraderie, as evidenced by your updated fee charge right here — “ He had the nerve to pull up some sort of app on his palmhusk that tracked your debt, pointing at an absurdly high number.

You bemusedly glanced at the screen as he held it right up to your face before moving his hand out of the way. “Does that mean you’d drop your fees for a moirail?”

“I would consider it a fair trade-off in light of their services towards my mental wellbeing.”

“Hmmm.” You did have a lot of debt accrued … and you were technically just inadvertently proposed to. "Well lucky for you, you have just the right candidate for obsessing over your mental wellbeing right in front of you!”

Tagora blushed a vibrant teal and jerked away from you, stammering several times as he tried to unsuccessfully offer a rebuttal. “Th — that’s — you can’t just say that, you uncultured creature! Don’t you have any tact? Any sense of romance?”

“What do you want me to do, serenade you? Build you a nest out of the finest quality of ablution robes and drown you in expensive chocolates for luxurious feels jam sessions?”

“You are ridiculous.” He paused. “As if you could even afford any of that.”

“Are you seriously considering what I just said?"

“I never said that! The absence of evidence is not evidence in of itself!”

"What does that even mean?”

“I swear I don’t even know why I put up with you — “

“Because I’m so cute and pitiable.”

“Well, you’ve certainly got parts of that right,” he said, turning away from you in a valiant attempt to hide his blush. “You’re so pathetic it’s practically obscene. Indecent, even.”

“Is that some backhanded way of saying I’m quadrant material?”

“This conversation is over.” Excellent, hopefully he forgot about Remele. “And don’t think I’m letting that whole Remele thing go so easily.” Damn it. “But you’re clearly not in your right mind to continue that discussion, so we’ll talk about it later."

“You are so benevolent, Gor-Gor.”

“Yes, I am,” he said with a grin. The majority of your bruises had been dealt with by now, so Tagora screwed the cap back onto the tube of paste and stood up to put the medicine away.

“Tagora?” He turned to look at you with a quirked brow. “Thank you.”

He smiled lightly and nodded before going on his way. His lusus was back in your lap in no time, slipping into your waiting arms with a delighted meep. You pulled out your palmhusk and checked if you received any new messages, and sure enough, Marvus had responded to your earlier texts.

— o shit yo pops lookin happy af

— u gonna have to b comin over to keep him company now

— and maybe me 2 ;o)

You giggled and gripped your palmhusk a little tighter between both hands. Tagora glanced back at you for a split second, his smile mirroring your own.

#homestuck #friendsim #hiveswap #sfw #ish #fanfic #gods and monsters #marvus xoloto #tagora gorjek #marvus/reader #marvus x reader #tagora/reader #tagora x reader #moirails 4 life #matesprits 4 life #and the dumb binches dont even know it yet

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No Regrets - Damien LaVey/Lion De Lioncourt - SFWish

Title: No Regrets Author: Donnie Fandom: Monster Prom Setting: Damien’s Bedroom Pairing: Damien LaVey/Liam De Lioncourt, Mentioned Polly Geist/Vera Oberlin Characters: Damien LaVey, Liam De Lioncourt, Polly Geist, Vera Oberlin Genre: Romance/Humor Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 462 Type of Work: Daily Drabble Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, slash, yaoi, mentions of sex, hickeys, bruises, possessive!Damien, they’re both gross Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Despite appearances, Liam wasn’t really all that upset. AN: So, this has been sitting around for a month? Maybe two, now. I hope you guys enjoy, I wanted to play with these guys. xD I have so many feelings about this game.

Monster Prom Fic Masterlist No Regrets ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?” Liam’s sardonic tone was only cut by the oddly fond roll of his eyes. A second after his own feelings made his gaze tender, the idea of being kind was gone and his entire face fell into a frustrated pout. “I’m going to have to forgo tonight’s outfit because of you.”

“I dunno,” Damien responded, tone thoughtful and grin lecherous as he walked his index and middle fingers from a hickey on Liam’s shoulder to one over his neck, “I think they look good on you.” “Of course you do. You’re the one that put them there.” Unable to meet his reflection’s eyes in the mirror, the vampire crossed his arms, “But if Vera sees these, neither of us will hear the end of it.” “I’m pretty sure she’s going to have her mouth full, don’t worry.” Turning to give Damien a disgruntled, confused look, Liam waited a beat or two before Damien shrugged, “What?” “I was hoping you would fix your faux pas.” “I meant what I said. Polly’s got her eye on your friend.” A second shrug, and Damien replaced his hands on the vampire’s hips, squeezing in at the bruises his fingers had left there previously. Most of the reason for Liam’s wince was that his hands had been facing the other way when he’d made that, rather than the reminder of the pain. “You both are disgusting.” “You love me.” Damien teased, slapping the other’s ass hard enough to make him yelp and jump forward. “Damien LaVey!” At the very least, Damien had to hand it to Liam; nobody else he knew could make his name sound quite like it was being shrieked by a pubescent dinosaur. “I can’t believe you sometimes.” “I know, right?” Shrugging into his DIY denim vest, the demon flexed his arms once over his head, and then over his stomach, grinning like a madman. “It’s hard to believe that all of this is one hundred percent real.” “Right,” There was that sneer in place again, “I meant more… The fact that you’re a toddler with a rather creative grasp of every curse word known to monsterkind.” “But I’m handsome.” “And destructive.” Dropping his pose, Damien’s smile softened a little and he pressed his lips to Liam’s forehead. Winking playfully, he handed the other’s shirt over to him, before scouring his floor for the one he’d neglected to put on before his vest. “You like it.” “Perhaps. But you’re still a possessive asshole.” “Nah, just possessive of yours.” It always amused the demon just how little he had to do to light the vampire’s cheeks aflame. It was almost as fun as real fire. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Honestly, I fandom jump way too much. Way, way, way too much. But I have a lot of fun with what I hop into and I hope you guys are ready for the deluge of writing I plan on getting to! Prompt: “Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?”

#Fandom: Monster Prom #Pairings: Damien LaVey/Liam De Lioncourt #Characters: Damien LaVey; Liam De Lioncourt; Polly Geist; Vera Oberlin #Rating: NSFWish #Monster Prom #Monster Prom Fanfic #Monster Prom Fanfiction #Damien LaVey/Liam De Lioncourt

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He’s Going The Distance - Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters - SFWish

Title: He’s Going The Distance

Author: Reno

Fandom: Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

Setting: Medbay, Post-Dulvey Incident

Pairing: Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters

Characters: Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Random Nurse

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1386

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part of the For All These Times series, Whump Bingo Fill #2

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Pre-Slash, Canon-Typical Violence, Dissociating, Blood, Deep Wounds, Trans Male Character, Trans!Ethan Winters, Possible OOC for Chris, Medical Equipment, Medical Treatment, Stitches, Sutures, I.V.s, Pain Meds

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Was Ethan truly so used to pain that he didn't notice that?

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

More whump fic bingo! I’m really enjoying these, they’re too much fun to write. Oops, I like to punish Ethan even if he doesn’t deserve it. He’s so whumpable. I hope you guys are enjoying this, I know I sure am. This one is for my editor, Gryph, who is the best editor I could ever ask for. MAJOR shout out to her!

Resident Evil Fic Masterlist

Ethan Whump Bingo Fic Masterlist

He’s Going The Distance

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There was an old thought resurfacing as Chris looked at Ethan. A man who could live through anything was what S.T.A.R.S. had wanted, Ethan would have been welcomed into the fold. The man was a machine when it came to surviving anything. Despite this, he seemed too oblivious to notice when something was wrong with him. All the healing fluid in the world couldn’t help the man with how much constant pain wracked his body. It was almost impossible to discern one pang of pain from the rest. That hand was a nasty wound, the staples not quite sanitary when they’d been secured into his skin.

But that wasn’t what he’d noticed just now.

“Ethan,” He began, his voice soft and wary as if speaking too loudly might shatter the other man. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” His voice sounded exhausted, hoarse, and so soft Chris barely heard him.

Tugging him closer for inspection, he unbuttoned Ethan’s shirt and pulled it away like a pair of curtains. Yanking up the undershirt he wore, Chris paused a moment to stare. Unable to help how his fingers splayed over the other’s stomach, eyes taking in the thick scars beneath his pecs. His thoughts turned away from the injury for a second, he only stopped when he reached the center of Ethan’s chest. He took in the soft peach fuzz there with a quirk of his lips he wasn’t in control of. Finally, his fingers fell over the thick gash leaking over Ethan’s pale skin, and the touch made Ethan recoil some.

“Don’t,” Chris warned, eyes narrowing a little as he reached around, pulling Ethan close again by his waist, a hand on his middle back, “You’re hurt. I’ll fix you right up.”

Leaving Ethan for a moment, he returned with a basin of warm water and a few washcloths. Where he’d gotten them from, Ethan didn’t know, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Dragging one wet cloth over the blood, he cleaned Ethan up despite his hisses and gasps of pain. What was the best option was going to hurt, so Chris started by applying a local anesthetic gel to the area around the wound. He must have found it when he brought the rest of his supplies, Ethan figured. He winced, flinching when Chris’s hands got too close to the weeping injury, but he sucked in a deep breath and bit the thin skin on the inside of his lip. It was all he could do to keep himself from making any more noise.

“I’m going to have to give you stitches.” Honestly, Chris was worried that Ethan was going to start leaking organs. It was deep, and he could almost touch the other’s rib bones. Ethan had really taken a beating, and it was hard to fathom how he hadn’t noticed this. Then again, he was in shock after everything that had happened, after all of the mental and physical trauma he had taken. Maybe it wasn’t such a strange occurrence.

After all, he was a civilian. He hadn’t been meant to find these kinds of things. If he had stayed away, he would have been blissfully unaware, but there might have been a worse problem on Chris’ hands by the time they arrived at the scene.

“Okay.” Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Ethan nodded just slightly to save him from aggravating his pounding headache, “Just… Do it quickly. I don’t feel good.” Swaying, he felt his knees begin to buckle, and Chris caught him in a tight embrace. This wasn’t going to work with Ethan standing, anyway.

Hefting him up bridal style, Chris carried Ethan like he weighed nothing. Sitting him down on a nearby gurney, he removed his shirts and set them aside. They were stained, torn to hell, and bloody. He’d have to get him a change of clothes. Helping ease him to lay down so that his right side was facing out, he ran a hand over the other’s chest in a hope to help calm him. Maybe it wasn’t entirely innocent, but he was trying to stay focused here.

“This might hurt, but I promise I’ll be quick.” All Chris got in return was a soft murmur he couldn’t hear, let alone understand. If nothing else, Chris was efficient, and Ethan looked like he was going to faint. That might help him do this without Ethan bellyaching the whole time. Stepping away, Chris grabbed a first aid kit, opening it up and setting it beside Ethan on the cot. Digging out a needle, some antiseptic, and surgical thread, he worked the thread through the eye of the needle and set to work.

The laceration was likely already infected, if not by something typical, then by the mold Ethan had been exposed to. With a little sigh, Chris poured some of the liquid over it, making sure to use gauze to get it inside. The forceps he had grabbed entering it made Ethan grunt, but he was too tired to try and fight it. Chris diligently worked on cleaning him up, wiping at more blood before grabbing the sterilized needle. He wiped it down again with a clean antiseptic wipe before starting with the initial stick. Ethan didn’t seem to notice this, due to the numbing gel, and Chris was glad for it.

With the easy glide of the needle and his skillful hands, he made quick work of the stitches, hoping not to bother Ethan too much. Once they were tight, he cut the cord and cleaned up the wound once more, wiping away the gel with a few medical towelettes, before drying the area. To make sure it would stay clean, he rubbed another cloth damp with warm water on the site before running more of the wipes over it. A dry rag then worked over the glistening flesh, and he didn’t stop until he had patted him dry.

“Ethan, I need you to sit up. I have to wrap this.” Chris spoke, breaking the silence in the room they were in. Unfortunately, it seemed that Ethan had fallen asleep, or maybe passed out, so he had no choice but to gently shake him awake. “Ethan, you have to sit up.”

Ethan nodded absently, slowly pushing himself up with the other’s aid. Bracing himself on his shaking arms, he let Chris wrap him up with gauze from his stomach to his shoulders, surprised by his gentle hands. Once Ethan was bandaged up, he was allowed to lay back once more, and Chris didn’t think about his next action. Kissing Ethan’s forehead gently, he petted a hand over the skin and the other’s sweat-damp hair.

“You should be alright, now. I’ll keep an eye on this.” Voice quiet, he smiled slightly, hoping to keep him at ease. It didn’t seem like Ethan was going to panic, though, too worn down to do much but flutter his eyelashes. “Sleep, now. I’ll get you some pain killers when you wake up.” God knew he’d need them. Moving the gurney around so that he could be more comfortable and closer to the setup for the I.V., Chris sighed in relief. Already asleep, or so he hoped.

Settling in a nearby chair, Chris pulled out his phone. He’d be stuck here for a while, for sure. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, he’d been set to guard Ethan while his tests were being done.

Ethan didn’t wake for what felt like hours, and when he did it was with a groan of pain. Chris was quick to give him water and a shot of morphine that he was instructed to administer through the I.V. that a nurse had given Ethan. At the very least, he was going to be taken care of.

“Thanks.” Ethan managed, his voice cracking halfway through.

“You need care.” That much was obvious. Chris combed a hand through the other’s blond locks once more. “If that means I have to do it, then so be it.” There was an odd fondness he felt for Ethan in this moment, watching him nod, his eyes glassy and distant. “You’ll be okay.”

With any luck, he’d bounce back from this. He’d been through hell already, what was another ordeal to save him?

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AN: There we go! It’s not super shippy but I’ll still tag it, just in case. Also, this probably makes more pain for the start of The Village, but that’s okay. I might write something about it when I’ve seen more of the game. I got it preordered for my birthday but it’s at my friend’s house until I can see her again. I’ve been watching it, however, so I’ll get there eventually. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompt: Ethan Doesn’t Realize He’s Injured

#Resident Evil 7 Fanfic #Resident Evil 7 Fanfiction #Winterfield #Ethan Winters #Chris Redfield #Injury

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