#they keep loosing quality i might cry

[wileyfern]

yeah they’re the cutest 🥺💗

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 render #ts4 edit #render #*jupiter #*kalyke #they keep loosing quality i might cry #also first time using alpha hair in about 5 yrs and idk if ill use it again

[jinwoosungs]

{ 129 }

sleeping to dream about you.

(p)inocchio x reader

{ fell out of bed, butterfly bandage, but don't worry | you'll never remember, your head is far too blurry }

"pinocchio! where are you going?!"

your voice calls out to the automaton with dark locks of chestnut hair. a storm was brewing in krat, and the needle like rain that was felt pelting against your skin was making it harder for you to breathe.

you were chasing after him, watching his back as he kept on retreating even further away from you. your heart was hammering within the confines of your throat, filling you with a sense of despair.

because you knew that the moment pinocchio left you, then you would never see him again.

you tried to chase after him, but his figure forever remained just a mere inches away from your grasps; and each time you called out to him, you found that your voice grew smaller and smaller in tone. it became much worse when you were suddenly rendered unable to speak.

with a helpless cry, you continue to chase after him, reaching out to him with a desperation felt festering within the deepest depths of your soul-

you wake up with a gasp, suddenly finding yourself at the edge of the bed, with your arms flailing precariously as you lost your balance. seeming to sense your distress, pinocchio sits up from his spot in bed.

his calm voice calls out to you, but it was too late. you were already making your descent, falling out of bed with the least amount of poise you could muster. yet before your back could meet with the harsh coldness of the marble floors, pinocchio manages to place you within his embrace.

the puppet ends up taking the brunt of the fall, with you resting against his cold, hard chest. a grunt of pain manages to escape from your parted lips, and you felt the blood rushing through your ears while struggling to focus.

for the longest time, you and pinocchio just remained settled on the floor of your shared bedroom, your beloved puppet not saying a word. you could feel his non-legion hand gently caressing at the back of your head when he asks, "what's wrong?"

letting out a shaky sigh of his name, you meet with pinocchio's gaze, relishing in the true blue quality of it before gently touching at the freckles that littered his cheek. "it's nothing, love. you might think it's stupid."

he says nothing, merely placing a hand behind your head while holding you close. you could feel his body twitching in response, his soft voice telling you, "it isn't nothing. you looked genuinely terrified the moment you fell out of bed."

you cling to him, hiding your face within his chest before admitting to him. "i had a nightmare that you left; that you had gone somewhere... a place i knew i could never follow you to."

the last sentence comes out in a whisper, as if your fears would come into fruition the moment you said those thoughts aloud. yet pinocchio remains the same as ever, never once letting you out of his surprisingly gentle embrace.

after a few bouts of silence, he finally spoke.

"i'm still here."

"i know."

"i'm not going anywhere."

"i know."

"i won't leave you because you need me... and i need you."

his sudden confession makes you lift your head to look at him- really look at him as you caught sight of his phantom smile, being so small that you would have missed it had it not been for the fact that you knew pinocchio like the back of your hand.

he was kind and loving;

and him being a mere puppet would never change that.

when he sees you returning his smile, pinocchio picks you up while standing back to his full height. not daring to even let you go, he keeps his arms gently wrapped around your form, pushing up the covers of the bed before laying back down on it with you in his loose embrace.

your heart began to race slightly, feeling drowsy once more as you cuddled closer to him.

"pinocchio...?"

"hm?"

"thank you, i love you."

with those words lingering in the air, you finally fell back asleep, feeling pinocchio's cool lips pressing against your forehead as proof that he had heard every single word that you said.

a.n. - i have missed writing for lop!pinocchio so much! 🥹 this isn't anything fancy, but i hope you readers enjoy it all the same ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#lies of p x reader #lies of p x you #pinocchio x reader #lies of p #lop x reader #.stories

[straightupsickfics]

Could you possibly do sneezing and you feel warm from the bingo for a sick ed trying to hide his symptoms from someone? Could be stede but it might be cute if Izzy were the one to call him out

ahhhh this is kind of that! it's definitely those prompts but it's ed/stede and izzy is also there. i hope you enjoy it anyway!!

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One thing about Edward Teach that you won’t find in any of the fucking books, is that he hates being sick. 

Ed thinks that deep down, he might honestly take a little light stabbing over whatever the fuck is happening to him now, because this constant run down, achy all the way down to his bones, shivery-sneezy-sniffling mess currently feels like a fate worse than death. 

Which is how he ends up alone in a corner of the deck, nearly tripping over a bundle of loose rope. Ed kicks at it, already frustrated and ready to resign himself to an evening of this: swiping at his nose and stopping whatever he’s doing to sneeze a good few times in a row. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but if he could just track down Stede, Ed’s confident he’ll know what to do. 

In the absence of Stede, though, Ed had mostly been keeping to himself, no easy feat on a boat full of people as nosy and chaotic as the Revenge, but he’d done his best for the better part of the day. He’d even refrained from shoving Black Pete out of his way when he’d yammered on about plans for a trip off-shore for twenty straight minutes. By the time Ed had escaped him, his nose was streaming and he’d had to sneeze half a dozen times in a row. 

At least when you get stabbed you get a cool scar at the end of it.

Ed huffs a sigh, then has to turn to the side and cough, the spasm wracking through him and making him shiver more than ever. He really should just call it a day, head down to the Captain’s Quarters, and wait for Stede to come back.

Just thinking about taking off his knee brace and falling into Stede’s ridiculously plush bed, letting Stede fuss and make him tea makes him feel a little off kilter. He’s never had someone he could go to when he feels bad this way. 

Ed’s always the one who has to keep himself together for everyone else. He’d never really thought he could let those walls down in front of someone the way he has with Stede, either, and as new and strange as it is, it’s surprisingly nice, too, letting his guard down a little bit more as the days go by. 

Ed’s on his way down below deck when his breath catches, and a sudden, urgent itch deep in his sinuses stops him in his tracks, his whole body snapping forward as he sneezes, twice in quick succession.

“hih’H'GXNt! hH!… hiih’NGDTtsh!” He only manages to stifle back the first one, his throat aching with the force of the second sneeze, eyes bleary with irritated tears. He’s so distracted by it all that he runs nearly head-first into Izzy, who frowns up at him. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” Izzy asks, brows furrowing unpleasantly. 

Ed scrubs a hand over his face, his throat feeling suddenly, mortifyingly tight at the question.

Wrong with him.

Because there is, isn’t there? Always something wrong with him? Ed’s pretty sure that’s always been true, and having Izzy looking at him like this all the time lately, like Ed’s a piece of shit beneath his boots, is wearing on his nerves. 

Now, though, that irritation is going to present itself in the form of a crying pirate captain, and that’s just about the last thing he needs. 

“Fuck off, Iz,” Ed says. He hears the congested, raspy quality his voice has now, and he knows Izzy probably does, too, but Ed just shoves past him and continues on his way without a second thought. 

By the time he gets to Stede’s — their — quarters, Ed feels entirely wrung out, like the entire day is catching up to him all at once, and he’s so desperately happy to see Stede already there and waiting for him that it’s all he can do not to collapse against him. 

“Oh! There you are,” Stede says, smiling at him from where he sits at his desk. “I’ve been looking for you… oh, are you…?” 

Stede trails off as Ed shakes his head quickly, his eyes and nose burning with itchy irritation again, and he waves a hand to indicate that Stede should give him a moment. 

“uh… H’uhhTSCHieew! h’Uhh… TChschshh!” He doesn’t even bother with trying to hold them off now that he’s alone in here with Stede. Instead, Ed lets himself stand there as the fit shivers through him, sniffling and a little breathless by the time he’s finished. “Hh!’utCHshhew!”

By now Stede’s on his feet, moving across the room to give him a soft, fond, worried look, his forehead creasing with concern. “God bless you! Are you alright, Ed?” 

Ed just looks at Stede, at the way he looks genuinely concerned for him, at the way he really wants to know, and compared with the look of disdain on Izzy’s face, it makes another rush of emotion run through him all over again. It’s dizzying, really, being sick and having his emotions fuck around with him this way. 

“Knee’s fucked,” is what comes out of his mouth, though. 

“Your knee,” Stede repeats, frowning.

When Ed just coughs and shivers instead of replying, Stede steps closer, lifting a hand to Ed’s forehead, then his cheek, his hands cool and soft against Ed's skin. He closes his eyes when Stede just holds his hand there, touching him gently.

“You feel a little warm,” Stede says softly. 

“M’freezing, actually,” Ed says, another shiver running through him. 

“Fever’ll do that,” Stede confirms. “Come on, come all the way in, get warmed up.”

Stede guides Ed over to the bed and sits beside him as Ed fumbles to remove his knee brace, then gives up halfway and tries to take off his knife, gun, and vest. But apparently even his hands can’t work properly when he feels like this, and he’s just about to give up and sleep in exactly what he’s wearing when he feels Stede’s hand cover his own, a murmured let me, undoing the rest of Ed’s already limited resolve. 

And so he does let him. Ed lets Stede undo the buttons on his vest and shirt, and doesn’t argue when he suggests Ed might be more comfortable if they lit a fire, despite the warmth of the day. He lets Stede make him tea, and keep touching his face, making soft, fond sounds as he goes. 

Ed feels his sore throat tighten again, but with a different, grateful feeling this time, as it hits him all over again that he’s never had anyone look at him with such determined care before. Though, truth be told, he wouldn’t have been too keen to let anyone do so anyway, not until he met Stede. 

By the time Stede decides that everything is in order, he's essentially wrapped around Ed like a fifth warm, soft blanket, and not at all deterred by the fact that Ed’s sneezing or sniffling or coughing just about every two minutes now. Ed looks at him, eyes bleary and increasingly heavy as he lays curled up around Stede, but words escape him, so he just… looks, and hopes that maybe Stede just knows what he's feeling. 

“What’s wrong?” Stede asks. 

Not what’s wrong with you. Just what’s wrong. And though everything feels bad right now: his head, his streaming nose, the relentless coughing and sneezing, Ed shakes his head. 

“Nothing,” he says. “M’tired, though,” he adds. 

Stede smiles, lifting his hand and brushing a stray piece of gray hair back behind Ed’s ear. It’s a simple thing, but the tenderness of it sends another shiver through him, which Stede mistakes for a chill and pulls him closer. 

“Sleep,” Stede says, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve got you.” 

And the thing is, the part that changes everything, is that Ed believes him. 

#caramelfuzz #my fic #of//md #of//md bingo #alas i am not an izzy enjoyer so his appearance is very brief i'm sorry

[starkerhowlter]

ooooh 35 pls for the thread starter kink thing 😳😆

Absolutely! This one got away from me!! Thanks for the ask @sinditia

Title: Bathroom Floor

Ship: Starker

Rating: E

Contains: d/s notes, choking, public sex, toys, dirty talk

Words: 970

Summary: "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..." "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can."

Read it on AO3

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        "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..."

        "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can." The older growls and pushes Peter against the wall, kissing him messily.

        "Anyone can see us..." Peter tries, "I don't wanna get caught, I come here too often for us to get caught. They might never let us back in."

        "And if they don't? We'll find a new place. And I'll fuck you in the bathroom of that place too." Peter gasps in reply to the man kissing down his neck.

Despite Peter's protest they end up on the floor, Peter on his hands and knees and gasping for Tony. "Is this okay?"

        "Fuck, yes!!!" He gasps, glitter on his cheeks sparkling under the shitty lighting in the bathroom of the upscale restaurant. Tony pulls his velvet red shorts down, taking his lacey undergarments with them, and pushes his shirt up his back. He glances back at the door, making sure that it is just as locked as he left it.

        “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.” Tony growls, leaning back and unbuttoning his suit pants. Peter gasps as he follows directions, revealing the red and gold plug sitting perfectly in his ass. "Shit, baby, it looks just as good as when I put it there this morning. Are you still as loose and full of my cum as you were earlier?"

        "Yes, sir."

        "Let's add more, shall we?" Tony smirks, pulling the plug out before Peter can even cry out. He revels in the absolute mewl the younger finally chokes out, as he pulls a packet of lube out of his suit pocket. Tearing the corner open and spreading it over his cock. He smirks at Peter, catching the boy's eye as he looks back, sucking his lip at the sight of his boyfriend stroking his cock to full hardness. He drops his hands from behind him, pushing his face off the ground.

        "Did I tell you to move your hands, baby?"

        "I didn't want my face on the ground."

        "That's fair." Tony raises up, laying his body over Peter's back, his hand intertwining with the boy's as he slides in the tip. "Fuck how are you still loose from earlier?"

        "I don't, fuck, I don't know Tones. Just am." He whimpers, pushing back and taking more of the older. "Fuck, I need more."

        "More?" Tony growls and kisses the boy's neck. "I should make you wait. I should pull out and make you lay on the floor presenting all night. I could unlock the door and let everyone else come in and see you. Or, I could take a photo and make it my phone background, everyone will see it and wonder who that pretty boy is. And you know what I'll say?" Tony pauses his hips, "Can you guess baby?"

        "M-mm... mm-mm." He shakes his head, a soft moan passing his lips.

        "No? Well, sweetheart, I would look at them and say, oh. That's mine." Tony growls, pushing in the rest of the way as he finishes the statement. Peter mewls meeting the man's thrusts halfway, punctuating each of Tony's statements with a mew. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be a showboy for my associates? Your pretty ass on display for the whole world?"

        "Fuck, T..."

        "Are you seriously close already? Pathetic little baby. Spreading yourself out for your Sir and that's all it takes? Is that all I am to you? A cock and mouth? Need me to keep you on edge?"

        "Yes! Fuck!" He gasps, whining when Tony gives a particularly hard thrust, pushing against Peter's prostate repeatedly.

        "God, if you're gonna cum you have to do it now, baby. I don't think we have much longer in here." As if on cue, the door rattles.

        "Fuck." He whispers, listening for them to walk away.

        "You like the idea of them catching you, don't you?" Tony asks, he presses in again, licking and biting at the boy's neck. "Come on baby, I know you're close." Peter whimpers, head falling back to Tony's shoulder. "Come on baby boy, I know you want to be caught, but I can't fuck you like this in prison. Come on, Peter. He removes a hand from Peter's side, reaching up onto the boy's neck, squeezing slightly. "C'mon. You're so close I can feel it. C'mon. Cum. Now. Peter, cum for your sir." Tony feels when Peter releases, the warmth surrounding his cock tightens as he presses kisses to Peter's back and nape. "Fuck, that's a good boy. Good boy, baby." Tony coos, pulling Peter against him, not pulling out quite yet. "We need to go. That person will undoubtedly be back with keys."

        Peter whines, sitting up on his knees and sliding off of Tony's dick and opening his hand. "Can I have the plug back?"

        "Want me to put it in?"

        "I'm alright." Tony reaches into his pocket and pulls the plug out, dropping it in the boy's hand. "Thank you."

        Peter slips the plug inside, watching the older tuck himself back into his pants. "You didn't get to finish?"

        "I'm alright, sweetheart. Our plan got interrupted. Ready to go?" Peter nods, standing on shaky legs and fixing his clothes. "Do I need to carry you out?"

        "No." Peter laughs, "That's a step too far I think."

        "Alright, well I will definitely have to carry you to bed later when I'm done with you," Tony kisses the boy's cheek, fixing his shirt.

        "Is that a promise?"

        "You know it is." He smirks as they walk out, the dress of the waitress glaring at them is a close match to the blush on Peter's cheeks.

#shut up nika #nika writes #starker #tony x peter #drabble game #nff

[meowgiciann]

"Another year of mischief completed, Faust," Hawkins said, a rare smile gracing his lips as he scratched his Mink friend behind the ear. "And I hope many more to come. I procured something for you as a token of congratulations and, I suppose, gratitude for your loyalty and endless entertainment." Gesturing to the rest of the crew, a large box was brought over. Within was a giant scratching post, a terrified, well-dressed man tied to it. Around his neck was a familiar cross. "It seems that noble I liberated you from had distant family in this part of the Grand Line. The cards revealed his location and told me you might enjoy keeping your hunting skills and claws sharp with this fool."

Making another gesture, a member of the crew picked up the box and hauled it down below. "And yes, the box is also part of your gift. It'll be in your quarters for your post-hunt nap."

(from @waraxarcana)

@waraxarcana | Faust's Birthday

If any other day of the year the black haired mink already indulged in his own desires, in his birthday couldn't be different. Faust turned worse by the time the clock hit midnight, the purest form of egoism allowed one time per year. Only one man was above his mischief; his captain. If you didn’t count the friendly nibbling on his feet to announce the clock had passed midnight. 

Loud purring echoes as his eyes are half closed, tongue just a tad in a blep. He turns around, choosing which places those pleasant nails would scratch just in the right spot until one of his legs raises up, wiggling in the air. “ Loyalty, endless entertainment, incredible strength, amazing puursonality. Don’t I bring so many things to your life, Captain Haawkinss. ” Ears shoot straight up as the big box arrives, eyes that were shaped like a moon turn into a thin line. 

Slippering from the sorcerer's hands without thanking him as his excitement speaks louder. Fixes eyes into the cross at their neck. The crying and screaming from that man doesn’t mean anything to the mink, they’re like the seagull cries when they’re torn apart. Faust runs towards his gift, excitement in his voice clear that battles through his purring. “ Rejoice; as for you had been granted a lifetime opportunity. Your cries should be of happiness instead of fear; ” Claw traces through legs; craving through the skin of the ankles as in a single swipe it blood pours like wine. Tendons cut clean.

“ But fear is good too! I deeply appuuurreciated. ” Same claws are swiftly to climb the giant scratching post. Each knot and even the texture was of perfect quality—he knew the magician was up to something when avoiding conversations around him. 

At the top, Faust sits calmly; tail moving side to side. He enjoys listening to the bargaining of the noble under him, it’s fun. A great way to start his little birthday ritual. “ Oh, Nyah nyah nyah! It’s not about innocence, my good man. Innocence has nothing to do with anything here. This is a test! A approbation! Cleansing. A pledge of forgiveness. ” “ All you have to do is survive 30 minutes—no! 20 minutes because I’m in such a good mood. Survive 20 minutes and I’ll let not only you, but everyone from your bloodline alone. Nyaahh ~ Sounds pretty fair to me. ” The mink stands, balancing himself at the top. The wind from the sea made his long dark cape dance in the air. With a single click at the pin on its shoulders it let loose. Open arms; eyes closed. His dark fur was engulfed by the moonlight fully. “ False gods; the ones that some of you claim to descend upon—or one Good that hears the claim of many declawed tortured souls of my brothers and sisters; ” Eyes open in fully red velvet. “ Who's stronger? ”

“ Those who have faith do not fear death; as their god shall hear their claim. As for this only night, I shall be your Judge, Jury and Executioner. ”

New members fall at their feet, old ones sweat as the image of the simplistic black cat grows; as if his skin can’t fit his new form and slowly contorts to adequate it. Claws, fangs, mane. All fit the monster form that Faust takes. His curse. The darkness leaves for white pure fur; and once the transformation is complete. Faust, claws out the man from his bonds letting them fall on the floor; on his knees, begging, praying—crying. The sand clock starts—as the Mink jumps from his scratch post. The entire carnage lasts nothing more than 10 minutes, a vicious playground of a feline that doesn't seek to kill. Just the pure raw instincts of playing with their prey. It doesn’t cut more than it should, doesn’t slasher to kill and seeks pain more than anything else.

Once the shine from their eyes finally disappears it’s when the mink stops. A disappointed clicking of tongue. His jaw opens only to engulf the whole head of the corpse as instincts demand him to. New record. He wondered if their children (if that man had any) would have the same endurance in 10 or 20 years. Faust brings the corpse along and drops at his captain's feet. Kneeling, his forehead—only part that wasn’t drenched in blood touches softly on Hawkins’ knee. Although right now his primitive instincts took over and his voice would only speak in rough roars. He wishes to say thanks. 

His whole act is not only for himself, it is a warning—that little push new members need to fully throw themselves at his best friend and captain’s hands. For now, the transformed mink carries the corpse at his mouth as he climbs the mast of the ship in direction for the highest place possible. It’s his birthday gift, he doesn’t want to share it with a certain horse at least for that day. He will indulge on his new scratch pole later and in special, that box will be his sleeping bed until it breaks apart. 

#;Answer3d #✠ Puuuresto | ic #tw: gore #tw: blood #Faust: Nyeheheheheh sorry captain went a bit overboard here u know i love a little show

[thejadecount]

villain aru shah headcanons?

Okay forgive me when I mention plotpoints and I get them a bit wrong, it’s bit a hot minute since I’ve last read the books, but I mostly remember a bunch of the points in the books where I got bitter and gave Aru permission to become an antagonist. Like, I was bitter in the second book, my god. And yes, you can consider this a strongly worded hate letter to any other Pandava stan and if you say Aru doesn’t deserve to have a villain arc I will physically fight you.

Anyways—

She’s your bitch okay? She’s down for murder. She’s quoting vines. She’s unironically getting them wrong to annoy the other Pandavas

Mini: Aru stop this isn’t you—

Aru: Oh cry me a table, Mini

You see she hates the Pandavas, but she also hates her dad. She hates everyone. So she just does fuck all

“Fuck you, fuck my dad and fuck the gods, I’m Aru Shah you goddamn idiot and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I’d like to think her villain arc would start in the second book, but it’s only her thinking these antagonistic thoughts, she really doesn’t do anything about them. She gets jealous and bitter but how different and unfair her life was compared to Mini and the others, but she keeps the same personality with them more or less.

It gets worse with the twins. They’re spoiled. They’re kind of brats. She starts getting into tiny, petty arguments with the others in their point of view, but reading in her perspective they’re completely understandable. Perhaps the arguments themselves are a bit ridiculous and overdramatic, but we can understand where it’s coming from.

And then comes her half-sister, and OH BOY this is when everything really starts taking off. Her dad’s trying to get her on his side every more because he knows. He knows Aru is so fed up with all the other Pandavas bullshit and he’s going to try.

Of course Aru isn’t an idiot. No, fuck her dad. She’s going to keep being a Pandavas to beat him of course. But once that’s done she’s out.

Soon enough, she’s a villain. She renounces the Pandavas and her sister, calls them and her mom out on all their bullshit, and just leaves. You don’t need school when you’re an antagonist. She knows 98% of what she’ll learn in that dump will be useless anyway.

She likes mostly annoying and do fuck-all to the Pandavas. You’d be surprised how quickly they’re willing to beat her ass. Of course, they’re failing, but that’s because Mimi still believes in Aru. She’s the only one who has truly appreciated Aru, and Aru respects that by not beating the shit out of her.

She has lightning powers. Her hands are tasers. If you want she could freely provide you a sample of what 3.1 million volts feel like being shot through your body.

I’d like to think she chills out more with Hindu mythological people, like nagas and the such. She has found out that they’re much more accepting and chaotic neutral.

Also, when she quickly makes her way to her villain arc, she finds out she is very much bisexual.

For a villain, she’s not one of the bad bad ones. Like, she’ll fuck up your day and maybe cause a rukus at the Night Bazaar. She might accidentally cause a few deaths here and there, but only a small percent of those were on purpose.

She mostly just hates the Pandavas. Fuck them. And the Gods too. But for the most part, as long as your not a demigod and you have a loose sense of morals, you’re on her decent side.

I’d like to think she’d try to raise a demon army like the Sleeper did to kill the Pandavas, once and for all.

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss

She is very good at insulting people. She has made demons cry. She is merciless.

No matter the circumstances, if some demon or some other antagonist goes up to her and tells her about literally any plan that may or may not include fucking over the Pandavas, you bet she’s in.

Over time, she gains the heterochromia from her father once she starts accepting her more demonic qualities. She hates it of course—fuck her dad—so she uses contacts. Not those stupid boring brown ones tho, no she’s going to make her eyes highlighter yellow to fuck with everyone and make their eyes bleed.

I’d like to think she very much blurs the line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.

If she were to meet canon Aru, she would surprisingly comfort her. She hates the fact that for some reason, this version of her is still with the Pandavas and on ‘the good side’, but she suspects it’s more the gods and Pandavas fault and her desperation for friends and validation than anything.

She’s a theatre kid, most definitely.

And to confuse her enemies she’s start singing in the middle of battle no warning.

Just imagine she’s fighting the Pandavas and all of a sudden she starts belting out every Hamilton song in existence.

She still has her weapon, the classic ping pong ball. But now she knows how to properly use it, it’s her most dangerous thing in her arsenal.

Like you know those scenes in cartoons where a character throws a bouncy ball and it starts bouncing around the entire room at mock speed and breaking almost everything? Imagine that, plus electricity.

Half the time she’s a devious, cunning villain. The other half—

“I have no idea what I’m doing and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

#I probably have a bunch written somewhere that I can’t find #I had a big villain Aru phase like a year ago #but those are all the ones I can think of #enjoy! #aru shah

[distortedsoup]

here is a short story my friend @zacdrawsstuff gave me permission to post for them (they’re still figuring out tumblr). it is about charlie and liam and it is adorable and i giggle and kick my feet forever.

word count: ~1300

tags: fluff, fluff, so much fluff, they’re in love and they’re gay and oh my god look at them i love them charlie’s giving liam a promise ring and im gonna cry

Charlie waved Timmy off, before turning to go back and check up on Liam. She did of course want to give him his space, but after not seeing Will for so long... He just wanted to make sure he was actually taking care of himself, and not to stressing over something stupid like work, or his protectors. As she made his way over he made sure to summon in a small purple box in one of his hands, and a picture frame in the other. He had meant to give them to him earlier, but... Well. At least they had the chance now.

She knocked a small pattern into the wood of Liam's door as he waited for a response, smiling when the door handle turned and opened on it's own. Taking the first step inside Charlie's heart fluttered at the sight of his lover curled up in bed, a patterned blanket wrapped tight around him and the book he had left out in his lap. He was already looking at the door when Charlie entered, cheeks painted a delicate pink and head tilted back against the wall. He set the book down - much to Charlies joy, marking the page with a little owl bookmark - and shifted closer to the wall, offering the space to them. She was quick to take him up on the offer, closing the door gently behind her before striding over and taking his hand as she sat down. "Heya love... How are you doing?" William's head dropped to Charlie's shoulder the second the other sat down, the eye that had been on the muscle just behind there shifting a few groups over to settle on their side.

"I should get a moss ball for Pipper." Came the timid response, a soft contrast to Liam's more common, harsher tone. He almost sounded younger, a tired quality to him as he started to trace out the patterns of Charlie's forearm around him. Charlie shivered.

"You should?"

"Yeah... She needs something to focus her attention on, but a person would annoy her... A pet takes too much patience and could die, while a moss ball? A moss ball needs none of that. It needs occasional attention, not much patience, not a lot of the time, and won't die very easily."

"Sounds perfect."

"It is. I might... I might wait though. Until Amira's mindscape sorts itself out. Which reminds me, I do need to sort out that custody-"

"Love, angel, I know this mindscape is important to you, but could you please try and... And think about something else, instead? How about those moss balls, where did you get the idea from?"

"A logical side, he liked them. Then I was looking through the book index, and... Yeah, they were there. How to get them, care for them, keep them, get more.... All of that."

"Yeah, books are quite special like that," Charlie agreed as she started to comb through Liam's hair, twirling dark strands between a green and blue finger into small curls he would let go of, and watch unfurl and lay loose over his head. "Have you thought of getting some for yourself?"

"Moss balls?"

"Mhm. I think it might be nice for you to have something that doesn't depend on you quite as much as your protectors do for once."

"I... I suppose. But I think Maple is enough for now, she is still partially my responsibility after all."

"Yeah, yeah... Actually, good news about her, I managed to un-train the 'fuck' command!"

"You did?"

"Yeah! Now when I saw fuck she flies to my arm and pecks me, instead of picking stuff up."

"Like lighters?"

"Like lighters."

"Well, that is... Improvement." Liam let his eyes flutter close for a second, reaching out to catch the hand that had been tracing his side and kissing the palm of it, lips brushing across the tender muscle. "Thank you for taking care of her. I don't think I would have been able to handle her and my protectors, and I'm scared to think where she would have ended up."

"Of course! She's our owl, the least I can do is keep her safe." Charlie ignored all the pink patches disappearing from his hands to take shape around his cheeks and ears, knowing Liam at least wouldn't properly acknowledge it - look up and give him a small, playfully knowing smile before kissing his hand again and leaning back, yes. But saying anything no, and they wouldn't do that to Will either. "Oh, I almost forgot there for a second, I got something for you!"

"You did?" Liam raised a brow, skeptical. Charlie had already gotten him the book, and the biscuits, and most other surprise gifts came in the form of 'here you go, also I broke something' or 'here you go, also I might break something'.

(There was, of course the third, newest gift option, a quick kiss to Liam’s temple or jaw or cheek, but hoping for that every time would set Charlie’s expectations too high for the other. Besides, it was so new Liam wasn't completely sure he would react correctly if that was the gift. What even was the correct reaction...)

"Yeah! Two things, actually."

"Oh no?"

"They're... Well, I did want to give them to you last year, but I couldn't find you, and then your birthday had been a month ago and it would be awkward to give it to you a whole month late, so I just didn't, and then this year came and I still couldn't find you, and I know it's a bit late even now but- okay."

She took in a small breath, before pulling out the picture frame, and placing it in Liam's hands. The frame was black, painted with specs of bronze along the edge and a date at the bottom. The actual image in the frame was of- well, them, every time. Every second Liam twisted the picture just a bit, a new picture would emerge of them laughing together, or smiling, or just working in silence, or one of them working and the other sneaking away with food and a drink to his greenhouse.

Every degree was a snippet of a core memory, of a smile and a joy and a time without worry of mindscapes. "I know it's a bit cliché, and trust me the other thing is even worse, but I couldn't think of anything else to do with the pictures, and I know you like to collect things, so I-" They were cut off by quiet sniffling in their arms, quickly muffled as Liam tried to look away. "Will? Love, are you crying? Hey hey hey, no, it's okay, you can cry. Yeah, c'mere, you can cry all you need to love." They pulled him into a close hug, four connected arms holding the smaller man's form against her own. "Shhh... It's okay, take your time. I'm here."

It took a few minutes of sitting in comfortable quiet until Liam could speak again, cradling the frame as he pulled away to just lean back against Charlie's shoulder once more. "Can I show you the other thing, or should I wait a bit?" There were a few seconds of silence where Liam didn't respond, before a small shake of his head broke it.

"This is enough. I promise I'll see it another time, but this... This is enough."

"Okay. If this is enough for you, it's enough for me." Charlie slipped the box back in his pocket, and letting it sit there for however long they may need. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries, however long it took, it would be there, amethyst waiting and winking at him on it's bronze band. A big promise captured in a small, small ring, and it could wait.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#interrobang #charlie interrobang #liam interrobang

[rubberchickeny]

@girllaura said she can't stop crying. This post is for you, but also all carylers that are having a really hard time right now.

There are many reasons to be upset, but we all seem to be upset for different reasons, which may or may not all be valid.

1) No Carol in spinoff

2) If there is no Carol in spinoff, that must mean 11c isn't going full acknowledgement (that's the word I personally use cause they are already friggin' canon!)

3) somebody must have screwed someone over

4) AMC is covering for it

Those are the reasons I can think of, keeping in mind the reactions I've seen and what's going on now. Imma tackle these issues one by one.

1) While I personally think Daryl spinoff with Daryl alone is not a good idea (maybe a very limited series with much less than ten episodes), I have to say that I don't mind, as long as 11c ends well and "happy" for now.

In my opinion franchises often spread themselves and the fans' supposed interest too thin, thinking $$$$$$$ instead of quality. Spinoffs rarely have that. I wouldn't want a "Joanie loves Chachi" calibre of a spinoff (look it up!), I'd want a Frasier, which not everyone even realizes or remembers was a spinoff. If you're not going to do the spinoff well and with proper writing, don't do it at all.

(Also, how good can the scripts be if they are supposed to write them now and start filming soon? They must have had a plan b, though, is what I think. If they did a short, very limited season of Daryl doing something somewhere before getting back to Carol, I wouldn't mind that. They just can't erase Carol now; that is my worry.)

2) I have actual fears of TWD pulling a GoT season eight on us, but I choose to have faith. The proper "end" for Daryl and Carol (=Caryl acknowledgement) should happen in the main series anyway, and not the spinoff. Their story is a huge chunk of the original TWD and that is where it should be shown. Any spinoff is just gravy.

Both 11a and 11b tied up pretty much all loose ends standing in the way of Caryl that don't come from their own lack of verbal (!) communication.

(Carol & co. found Connie, alive. Daryl found Leah, and gave her a chance to back away, but now that's done. Ezekiel was operated on, and he had closure with Carol about Henry and their relationship but it was clear even before it was stated by her that yes, that is over now.) That all cannot be a coincidence. Yes, there are several writers to a season, but when and if writing is good, these things don't happen and line up just by accident. They are heading to said acknowledgement, and they'd really have to pull off a GoT S8 to fail that now. (Still possible, but unlikely.)

3) We have no idea about this, and attacking people about it is plain wrong. Also stupid, because we are being painted as the crazies...and with some of the stuff I've seen (not only in Tumblr) I see their reasoning.

We can ponder why it is so necessary to shoot in Europe and we can question how wise it is for them to go ahead with it now instead of just waiting, but I'd hate to put any more pressure on the actors and Melissa McBride especially. She seems to have her own, valid reasons (ailing father, I read somewhere?) and that might also be one reason her role in s11 has been smaller than anticipated/hoped.

And I have a very hard time believing this is all Norman's "fault" either. The rumors and "inside information" sound like they're all made up by people who just want to stir shit, and Caryl shit in particular.

It's important to recognize the source of these feelings and to turn them into actual words. Is it because there is no Carol in spinoff or is it because we feel we have been duped and strung along? (Even gaslighted?) There is still 11c to come. Only after that can we, IMO, say we have been. As of now jury is still out.

4) I don't even know what to say to this one. As a big company I'm sure AMC is used to spin doctoring etc, but I don't see a conspiracy here, at the moment.

Everyone is entitled to their feelings, and that I truly believe in. It's the way those feelings are expressed sometimes that may turn problematic.

I wish you all strength and patience, and hope. Keep on keeping on!

#caryl #daryl carol #caryl is coming #caryl is endgame #daryl x carol

[asvterias]

𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

clarisse masterlist

clarisse la rue ✘ fem!demigod!reader (daughter of artemis)

word count: 1.6k+

author’s note: ahhh, thank u for the request, i really like the outcome of this and i only hope you’d do the same! i specified the godly parent bcs anon didn’t specify!

requested from anonymous!

Love Tropes: Opposites Attract & Friends to Lovers!

Better believe that she initiated the relationship. (totally not freaking out the night before and rehearsing her lines on asking you out)

During your first date, she was so nervous that her palms were sweaty and mainly avoided eye contact with you, which was unusual for Clarisse to experience. Somehow you found that cute and teased her about it. She laughed it off, ignoring the pounding in her heart.

It was your sixth date, and you enjoyed each other’s company enough to end the night in an aspiring way. Now your first kiss was extraordinary, spent under the stars admiring the constellations above. Your first kiss with her was unimaginable to experience, literal fireworks exploded as the kiss became more intimate.

From the start of your relationship, she was reserved about herself, wanting to see how long this relationship would last. Luckily, three months later, your relationship is still thriving and Clarisse couldn’t be more thrilled. You were each other’s first relationship, rooting your true love for each other even more.

Her love languages are Quality Time, Acts of Service, and Words of Affirmation!

Words of Affirmation are pretty self-explanatory here! Despite her dad being an asshole towards her, he also indirectly shamed his daughter only because she wasn’t his son, a son for him, and that really struck her, hard.

So her mindset on love was based upon insecurities; thinks that she isn’t good enough, especially for you. Naturally, she masks up her real emotions until you break her walls down. Refuses to cry at all, thinking it’s weak, deeming being too soft for her own liking. You’d witness tears glistening in her eyes but she’ll restrict them with all her might.

There were times when her insecurities consumed her, and she’d need your constant reassurance. It was one of the rare moments that she allowed herself to be vulnerable for you to witness.

“You’re my beautiful girlfriend, Clair and I love you. Y’know that you’re my girl, right?” You met her saddened gaze, tugging a loose curl behind her ear as she melted in your embrace. You caressed her face and pecked her lips softly.

“Yeah, I know…” she mumbles, avoiding eye contact, soothed by your touch. The Ares girl shuffled closer to you, resting her head against your chest as you massaged her head.

“And you’ll always be my forever girl.”

That was an unlimited promise you vowed to keep.

Your love languages are Quality Time and Physical Touch!

Her Nicknames for you: sweetheart, gorgeous & princess.

Your Nicknames for her: babe, darling, my love & clair.

Whenever you’re around, Clarisse loves to show off, especially when sword fighting. She’d be extremely cocky after she wins, declaring that her victory should be sealed with a kiss. You giggled at her tactics and obliged, pressing your lips against her softly as she reciprocated the kiss back. It was a sweet and soft kiss just how Clarisse liked it.

She pulls away from the kiss, “Guess I have to win every game from now on then.”

“Depends…will I be watching?” You play coy, aware of your intention.

“Oh, we both knew you’d be there.”

“I love your confidence.”

“And so do you.”

“Besides,” she intertwined both of your hands together, bringing you closer to her. Both of you were incredibly close, your breaths simultaneously mingling and your noses were practically touching.

“If I win, you have no choice but to make out me for future good luck.” Her smirk was condescending, hinting at a sultry tone alongside it.

An eyebrow was raised at that suggestion, truly intrigued by it.

“I love that—“

Another random voice interrupts you, shouting Clarisse’s name in a frantic tone. Her face displays frustration and annoyance at the person, harshly scoffing at them.

“I’ll come when I’m ready!”

Then she’ll turn back to you with an innocent smile and adoring eyes, proceeding back to the conversation before the stupid distraction. “Where were we, gorgeous?”

You love watching her practice spear-fighting and at times Clarisse would let you spar against her. Sometimes she’d secretly let you win because your radiating energy of excitement was impossible to ruin.

Your girlfriend would get intentionally hurt (not all the time) just to see you worry about her and finds your reaction cute.

“You’re so cute when stressed, sweetheart.”

“Now is not the time, Clar!”

“It’s always the right time for you.”

Similarly, you love archery, and she adores watching you play the sport. You offered to teach her and you’ve never seen this girl jump at the opportunity so fast.

Pretends to be extremely clueless when you teach her the precise basics, skills, and strategies of the sport. Obviously, she dominates archery but your skills are top-tier!

Considering who your mother is, it was basic knowledge to excel in every aspect of hunting. When there were times you went hunting with your half-siblings, Clarisse was always on your trail, lurking behind to conquer her worries about your well-being.

Trust me, she knows you can protect yourself but overthinking made her paranoid. Even the simple thought of you getting hurt during a hunt and she wasn’t there to help made her feel useless, for once in her life.

Even when she’s with her siblings across the camp she senses your presence despite being far away.

To the point when she’s tuning out everyone else and primarily focusing on you and each movement you make. Like in this girl’s mind, she has you walking in slow-mo and everything.

Oh, and if you think the staring was intense, imagine being one of her siblings. Continually, you’re always on her mind hence you’re all she talks about to her siblings.

Doesn’t bother defending herself when she’s teased by her siblings for being so smitten with you. They were right, how could she ever deny the love she possesses for you?

Her tone changes whenever your name pasts her lips. And I mean, head over heels in love.

She’s highly aware that they are annoyed whenever you’re mentioned (which is daily, almost every hour to be exact).

They weren’t going to say anything about so why should she stop talking about you? Her point is yet to be proven wrong, and it shall remain that way.

You would be a few feet away from her and she still endlessly talks about you. Her whole expression switched up whenever your presence was around. Or when you’re beside her, she’s shamelessly checking you while biting her lower lip, hearing you talk to her or someone else.

Definitely drags you somewhere private to make out, after the conversation is done, marking you all over with hickeys and when you’d question her for the amount of hickeys she left.

Her basic response is, “Your voice is too hot to resist.”

(flirty! flirty! & bold!clarisse)

Butterflies soar immensely in your stomach at her words, bringing a flush to your cheeks. Your flustered reaction only increased her ego’s strength even more, but you weren’t complaining.

Without a doubt, you’re one of the few limited people who can successfully calm her down and not get any backlash in return.

Clarisse is not ashamed to admit her love for you, and rather very proud of herself. Come on, she’s the daughter of Ares, of course, she’s gonna boldly proclaim her love for you.

Oh, to be young and in love is a wonderful feeling.

Whatever her girl wants or needs, Clarisse is there providing her very best just to see you content.

Sheesh, you had this girl WHIPPED for you!

Now another thing is that she’s very overprotective of you. Don’t let her find you with an injury or she’ll go absolutely ballistic. Until you calm her down, assuring her that it was an accident.

Anyone who touches, talks or even looks at you in the wrong way is her on list, meaning that for the next few days, they’re gonna have to watch their back.

“What about her? Talk about my girlfriend like that again and see where that gets you.”

“Watch your mouth or you’ll lose that tongue?!”

Threats are valid when your name is involved for bad purposes.

After a while of dating, Clarisse eventually warmed up to you and showed you her vulnerable side.

This is when her clingy/touch side appears. Your girlfriend was extensively touch-starved to the core.

Her PDA expanded from earlier in your relationship. Now it seems like she can’t keep her hands off of you, no matter what.

Spending more time with you meant more attention, and she yearned for it!

Dates are frequent, whether it’s surprise, regular, or even anniversary dates. Since you two belonged to different cabins, at night she’d sneak out to your cabin.

Holding onto the implication that she’s a big spoon when cuddling but it may vary over time.

You two rarely have big arguments, and if you did, the problem would be solved within the same day. Don’t waste time when it’s regarding each other! (#healthy relationship goals)

Claims that she requires her kisses or she’d have spoiled luck throughout the day. Of course, you always give in to her, receiving that beautiful smile on her face, making your day brighten almost immediately.

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[velvettapeworm]

You should go outside, he says to me. Look. The sun’s so big and orange.

He’s looking out the window from the armchair in the corner of the room. For all he fills the thing out, it might as well be a whole king size mattress. We live alone, and I can’t afford anything like an actual bed, so in the guiltiest way I’m almost glad he’s so not-there. He says he’s happy with things the way they are, but I think maybe if I didn’t sleep on the floor he’d at least be able to enjoy a comfortable couch without feeling ashamed of himself.

His head’s like an LED in that fuzzy beam. I can’t stop looking at him. He barely blinks, too.

The chair screeches like heavy machinery when I get up and stretch. It bothers me plenty so I assume it bothers him too, but he acts like he doesn’t hear anything moving around in the first place. Even when I shuffle to the door and let the breeze roll inside, he’s staring kitty-corner out the opposite window, and the hairs on his arms don’t even prickle with goose bumps like mine do.

I think he likes to see me outside as much as he likes the hill basin and wildflowers I’m standing in. Vicarious joy is what I do for him. And there’s the harvest moon in the sky—not the sun, but it is orange and very large. Guess it looks warm, but we’re getting real close to weather when I’d be shivering out here. For another month or two I’ll still be able to do this, but with the days getting shorter, I’m not looking forward to seeing him go mute cause the window’s frosted over. I already can’t make him open up his mouth to eat. Or even tell me when he’s hungry.

God, I’m angry. I’m tapping on the window. He’s staring straight out at me and I tell him Stay with me, okay? I’m still here and you’ve gotta be too.

The days pass like icicles building down from the gutters. I need a shower. He needs a bath.

I take his hand and fold it into mine. He doesn’t turn to look at me, but I know he would if he could. My lips leave a faint sparkle where I kiss his knuckles.

You’d get more out of life if you were a coat on the rack, I say with mourning in my cheeks. My laughter rings hollow to my own ears; it peters out when I look back up and see his deadened eyes. I want to cry, but it’s not like it would help.

We lay together and I can’t get warm. His tepid skin makes the thermal quality of the wool blanket on top of us feel redundant, but I pull him into me like my life depends on it, and eventually I stop noticing the points where his chill meets me. It’s almost comfortable.

The crows start sounding like him when they squawk and croak. I hate it so much I stop going outside when staying in is an option. When it’s not, I carry bits of him in my coat pockets, touch them and suffer quietly. We’re people in little pieces, him with loose hairs all over the armchair and carpets and me still in all the places I carved out room to collect him. It barely hurts.

It barely hurts, I say. Needles don’t bother me anymore. Let me do this, alright, if not for you then at least let me do it for me.

He’s falling apart, y’know? It gets more obvious every day. When’s the last time he actually saw me when his eyes were pointed my way? I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it. What I have to remember is that he remembers me.

Ha! It’s really something. I’ve probably poured more of me into him than I have into myself. I could put his head on my own shoulders and be more Me than I’ve been this past year. Or his heart in my chest. If I did both maybe I’d be a real person again.

It’s not as cold today.

That fat orange cat has turned up at the porch again. Don’t think it’s noticed I’m here. It just kind of looks right past me and keeps walking... I don’t have any food to give it anyway.

I’m tired. A lot.

When I sit in the doorway and stare out over the porch, I hear his voice near the creek. My eyes refocus and I stand up, stretch, and go inside. Then tomorrow comes and I’m more tired than I was yesterday, and the day after that I start thinking it’s about time I threw my shoes on and headed down there.

The sun gets quiet. The moon gets bigger.

Yeah, it’s time. I’m carrying more pieces of him than ever. There’s practically none of me left.

I see him smiling with his bare feet in the water just on the other side of the stream. He watches me wade in and tips his head back, laughing. You’re looking handsome, he jokes. I give him a smile of my own.

I missed you, I tell him, and I kiss his knuckles—warm and soft—while my eyes flutter closed.

I’m here now, so stay with me. That’s all we’ve gotta be is right here.

#gothic fiction #vt writing

[plush-rabbit]

Aphrodisiac Induced Angel and Sorcerer

Word Count: 1K Each

A/N: i have nothing to say except that grass can’t fix my thristing. i also like to think that solomon would be a complete mess if given the chance to be with mc in an intimate way

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Intro:

The angel can’t help but bounce in his steps as he walks up the steps of the House of Lamentation. You invited him over for help on a project. Simeon would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a twinge of pride at you coming to him for help. Surely, you could have gone to the brothers or anyone else, but you chose him. He smiles at the thought, grabbing the handle of the front door and letting himself in. The cold air of the house stings against his skin, warm from his own internal heat but also from the walk. Perhaps, if he’s lucky, he’ll be able to spend time afterwards with you where studying won’t be the thing that keeps you two together but rather you wanting him to be there. For now, the time that he has with you will remain uninterrupted and while that may not last long, he only pleads with himself that perhaps you’ll become distracted and in turn you’ll lose focus and beg for him to pay attention to you, textbooks forgotten and only the sound of your laughter filling his ears.

It’s wishful thinking, thinking that has his face burn in fear that somehow Father is listening to his every thought and watching him with unblinking and judgemental eyes. His breath catches in his throat, suffocating him and he has to remind himself, mumbling under his breath that as long as he’s in Devildom, he remains unseen. He walks into the kitchen, opting to calm himself before he accompanies you- he doesn’t want the time that he spends with you to be sullied by something frivolous as thinking. At the kitchen table sits a plate of baked goods, a lovely handwritten note creeping from under it, warning the reader to not eat any of the treats.

The time that he spends in Devildom must be corrupting him. He’s sure of it. His glove is dotted with crumbs, his eyes glancing towards the entryway grateful that no one is there to watch as he takes a bite out of something that he was warned not to. It’s not as if there should be much harm to it, there were plenty on the plate and there still are. The treat melts in his mouth, burning his tongue and making his eyes water. It burns him and he takes more, scarfing down the treat and leaning over the counter, his eyes wide and body now aflame. It tastes so familiar, the way that the treat melts in his mouth and weighs heavy on his tongue, so sweet that it must be a crime.

His chest is tight, his hand scratching down the counter and his head grows foggy. Simeon walks towards you, knocking gingerly at the door, his chest still and lungs burning with the desire to breathe- to breathe in something, anything, your own scent, something so intoxicating that it fills his lungs with the sweet relief of air. Looking at you, he wonders if this is what it feels like to be human, to want and have your own body constrict around itself despite knowing its sin.

Simeon:

Simeon doesn’t know why he goes to you. He’s aware of what’s happening to him- the burning desire deep in him, the way that the thought of you makes his heart beat against his chest in a way that makes him scared it’ll actually rupture past his ribs and spill his blood on the floor beneath him. He can hear you come to the door, the shadow under the small space and the twisting of the knob. His breath hitches in his throat when he looks at you, his mind swirling with thoughts of you- wanting to hold you, wanting to kiss you, wanting to pin you against your bed and kiss your neck. You call his name and he collapses into your arms, his hands grasping fitsfuls of your shirt in his hand. His breath is ragged, heavy and puffing against your bare neck and you stumble when he walks forward, out of the way from the doorframe, far enough to kick the door close. He isn’t sure what he is doing, but he knows that when he’s beside you, he’s breathing in your scent and that only makes him want to pull you closer.

You’re the only thought he has in his mind- the only one that he is able to make sense of. He leans against you, his eyes closing and his grip on you tightening. He whispers an apology, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, his voice sweet as he lets his lips graze against your earlobe and rest on your neck. His apologies are slurred, his weight leaning against you as he clings to you tightly. He confesses that he had eaten something he shouldn’t have and now he stands in your arms with a cock that throbs in the confines of his pants. He flinches at your touch, burying his head into the crook of your neck, whining when your hand parts through his hair and your fingertips lay at the base of his neck. If he had known what the effects of the sweet would have been he would have never taken it, he promises with a shaky breath.

It’s hard to think when you’re so close to him. His mind is foggy and the only thing he can think about is how sweet you smell, how earthly and the scent of your cream faint against his nose. He’s desperate, gingerly pressing himself close to your thigh only to flinch when he makes contact. Your heart beats, pulsing against his lips and he wonders what you’d taste like, how you’d feel under his lips and before he’s even able to think about that, he starts to cry, clinging close to you with tears that glisten down the curve of his face. His eyes are brimmed with tears, begging for you to take care of him. The pulsing is too much, he can’t think and the only thing that can even come close to a thought is you. He falls to his knees, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him, his face pressed against your plump stomach. He begs for your forgiveness- his straight up perversion as he cries against you, unable to take the growing ache in his pants.

Sin starts to overtake him, pulling him close and leading him to the bed where he lies above your comforter, his hands covering his face and his legs shaking. He can already feel semen leak past his briefs and stain the inside of his pants from just the simple guidance to your bed. Despite the sin that he commits, you treat him with kindness, cupping his face and shushing him when his sob catches in his throat. Your hands flutter to his thighs, squeezing the muscle and he can hear your breathless laugh when he jerks in response. He begs for no more teasing, he doesn’t think he can handle it when he’s already in such a vulnerable position. As pitiful as it is, he lets out a whine when you unzip his pants but you don’t laugh and through the gaps between his fingers, he can see you smile softly down at him. You pet his cock between the briefs, his breath catching is his throat as he watches you toy with the outline of his cock. More semen leaks, staining his briefs in a darker color.

His breath is still sweet, his heart beating against his chest and his eyes filled with tears, as he shuts his eyes when his cock meets the cool air of your room. Your hand wraps around his cock, and arches his back into your loose fist. His bulging base is firm as it throbs in your hand, small ripples that form underneath your palm as you give a tentative squeeze. The angel beside you is adorned with a flushed face, his eyes shining with unshed tears and your name on his lips. Your hands leave his cock and he shakes his head, muttering “no” under his breath. He’s already felt you and he’s so drunk off of love and want, that he can’t bear for you to move away from him. Not when you’re so close. You pull him upwards, letting him rest beside you, your body close to his as your hand wraps around his cock, lazily pumping him. He hides his face, panting and thrusting his hips in a sloppy fashion to meet your hand. Simeon is under the light of your room, the pale orange glow and the stars that peek between your curtain, his cock twitching and spilling in a pearly white onto your hand that cradles him gently. There’s a building pressure in his stomach, one that makes him eager to kiss you and touch you despite everything in him screaming that this action is already too far. As if you could read his distressed thoughts, your hand flutters to his face, lifting him upwards to kiss at the corner of his lips. His tongue lolls out, gasping for breath and your thumb runs over his ridges. Your name is repeated, sullied by the angel’s lustful nature as he spills his seed in your hands, and he reaches out, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss that only makes his leg shake in ecstasy.

Intro:

Solomon walks into the House of Lamentation, taking great glee that everyone else happens to be busy with some task that pertains to their specific realm. While he, however, gets to indulge in some quality alone time with you. He walks into the house, his smile creeping as the house is silent. He really does have you all to himself- he gets to just sit around and talk to you without disturbance. His tongue peeks to wet his lips, his mouth dry and thirst lingers to linger. You already know that he’s here, having messaged you early, he calls your name, letting you know that he’s in the kitchen. He can hear a muffled reply, one that he can’t quite make out due to the thick walls. Assuming that you might have asked for a drink, he pulls two out of the fridge, setting them down on the counter.

In the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something shining under the light, his attention now turned to it. On the counter sits a glass covered plate with neatly arranged baked sweets inside of it. There’s a sticky note attached- elegant handwriting that tells the reader not to take one without permission. There’s plenty of them, and finding no harm in taking just one, he does a quick glance around the room to make sure it is empty. With delicate hands, he lifts the glass cover, grabbing a sweet and taking a bite. It’s sweet, overly so, filling his mouth and yet, in the next bite, it’s perfect- soft and sweet, the sweet melting in his mouth. He eats the remainder, licking his lips, taking another quick glance to the entrance of the kitchen, he reaches for another. As he does so, you call his name, his body turning towards your voice and walking towards you as if he were in a trance.

Being around the Avatar of Lust should have prepared Solomon for any hints of aphrodisiacs. It wouldn’t be his time that he’s been engulfed with the sweet scent of one, nor the lingering taste that sits heavy on his tongue and makes his teeth ache with sweetness. And yet, he doesn’t notice the fogginess in his mind until he stands at your door. His mouth is filled with cotton, his chest tight with labored breathing that puffs past his lips, and he can hardly think straight. All that Solomon knows is that he wants to be near you and not in the way that he usually wants- to hold your hand and be seated by you, but in a way much more intimate that makes his face flush and skin burn. His feet drag against the floor, his eyes heavy and he can feel the pulsing of his cock, and the beating of his heart that beats in his rib cage. Your voice sounds closer, still muffled by the door, but he can hear you, he can hear your bed creak and the sound of your footsteps walking towards the door.

Solomon:

The few seconds that it takes you to arrive at your door are the longest that the sorcerer has ever gone through. He can hear your steps, he can feel the air shaft and his mouth is filled with drool. He wonders if his face is still flushed, blood pooling in his cheeks or he’s finally returned to a normal color. Despite the twisting in his stomach and the familiar pang of want, Solomon greets you at your door, smiling cheerfully and teasing at how fast you came rushing to the door. He’s quick to rush to your bed, sitting cross legged and trying to ignore the wave of pleasure that sends a chill down his spine. He lets out a shaky breath, masking it as a breathless laugh when you give him an odd look. He only shakes his head and asks for you to sit beside him, patting the bed as he smiles. He knows what courses through his veins, he’s felt this effect multiple times in his life, and while he’s dealt with them before, he doesn’t want you to see him in such a vulnerable state, not when he’d be so fixated on his own pleasure that he’d deprive you of your own. He bites at the inside of his cheek and chastises himself for thinking that you’d even help him with his issue. He got himself into this mess, and he won’t drag you into it.

He can’t stand the look in your eyes- the confusion mixed with concern as your brows furrow and your lips pout. Yet, he continues to smile, asking for you to join him on the bed, color returning to his face when his mind wanders at the sound of his sentence. You walk quickly to him and he looks down, staring at the floorboards and gulping the salvia that has pooled in his mouth. His name is called and the sweet sound of it leaving your lips makes his heart ache- a soft whisper, his name cooed and your hands resting over his shoulders. He hums in response, keeping his head down. Your hands are soft compared to his, calluses that have formed over the ages while yours remain soft, a gentle touch that has long been forgotten. He peers upwards, letting his chin rest against your palm and the look you give him makes his lungs deflate, his heart pounding reactivity against his chest and face going red once more. You ask him if he’s all right, and he wishes that he could say yes. He wishes that he could remember the spell it was to wash away the effects of the aphrodisiac. All he wanted to do was spend the day with you. He is unable to lie to you, chuckling nervously with his hand scratching at the back of his head.

It’s much easier to stare at your closet as he explains. After all, it sounds so silly to tell you that he had eaten something that he was warned to not have eaten. He tells you how he had consumed something, an aphrodisiac that makes him unable to think properly. He’s lucky enough that he can explain it but even so, the ache in his stomach won’t lessen, his chest deflates, his voice going hoarse as he apologizes to you. He really had meant to spend the day with you, but now, he sits on your bed, defiling the very place you rest, with himself. Your hand falls from his face and for that short second where you aren’t touching him, makes his heart drop. But then, you cup his face and sit on his lap and it’s enough for his mind to spiral, his hands catching himself as he leans backwards,a heavy flush crossing over his nose and filling his face. Your hands cup his face and he can only stare at you with his mouth parted, his eyes glancing to your lips that smile at him. The aphrodisiac hits him hard when you touch him, his cock throbbing and pressing against the side of our thigh. He doesn’t know if you’re teasing him or if he’s allowed to lean into your touch. His body is on fire, his eyes widening and your lips ghost over his. You call his name and he nods his head, whispering a feeble plea for you to kiss him.

The kiss is soft, a gentle press against his lips but he wants more. He needs more. He feels as if he’s about to die if he doesn’t get more. He whines against your lips, grasping onto your shirt with shaky hands and pulling you closer to him, shifting to let the tent in his pants rub against your thigh. The tight friction makes him deepen the kiss, his tongue running over your bottom lip as his hands twist your shirt in his hands. He’s flustered, whining and breaking the kiss to whisper who he needs more, how he’s aching for your touch. Your hand rests over his thigh, his muscles twitching in response to you being there, to you even touching him. Slowly, you move upwards, every inch leaving him shaking. Finally, your hands reach over his cock, cupping the tent and palming it gently. He moans into your mouth, pulling away and resting his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily as you undo his zipper, and pull away at his briefs, letting his cock spring free, an opaque white dotting at his cock and slipping down his head.

Every feeling in his body is intensified, the blood that rushes throughout his body, the way that his saliva is heavy on his tongue, the vein on his cock that sends a pins and needles throughout his body when you rub your thumb over it- he’s breathing heavily, his hands loosening around you, only to tighten and grip at your shirt, pulling you close and telling you to continue, begging for more. His cock throbs in your hand, creamy discharge spilling over and staining himself. He lets out a moan, broken and rippled with gasps as he begs for you to continue, his cock still so sensitive and spurting out his seed. You continue on, leaving him with tears racing down his face, his voice cracking as he speaks, his cock still erect with your hand over it. You slowly lead him down, letting him lay above you, your legs spread and the shorts that you wear riding up, revealing your plump thighs. Solomon is above you, his lips pressing against yours, lining his cock between your thighs as he humps you, holding you close with tears in his eyes as he thanks you, letting his semen taint your covers.

#obey me #obey me simeon smut #obey me simeon x reader #obey me simeon imagines #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #simeon imagine #obey me simeon headcanons #obey me simeon x mc #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon smut #solomon x mc #obey me solomon fanart #obey me solomon x mc #woo!! #finally!! #next up will be a mammon one #and then tomorrow will be more #i wanna put out two stories back to back on either monday or tuesday about satan and then about luci #both non con #so those will be tagged accordingly #but maybe before that ill do one with the brothers plus dia

[iwadori]

Can you write a pure angst, using 10 and 35 please ( Idc about the characters ) :)

Getting hurt with the haikyu boys part 3 (Iwaizumi)

Part one Part Two Part three

Word count: 2.8K

Genre: pure angst

Authors Note: I am sorry for just how shit it is lol. I had an idea and it kind of got worse as it went along but I hope you like it anyways.

You were pregnant.  

You wanted to cry.  

You stared at the test in front of you. Two lines. Positive. There was no denying it, as much as you wanted it to be negative. You could tell you were pregnant before you even took the test, all the throwing up you were doing, the nausea you felt when certain foods were being cooked at work and the ongoing foot and back pains you felt.

Iwaizumi first approached you at your job, some shitty dinner that only paid you enough so you can make ends meet. You could tell he had money, the way he dressed, his demeanor even the way he talked. ‘What was a man like this doing here?’ you thought.  

Apparently, he’s seen you around for a while, your city was small you’d only really leave this place if you had a fair god mother or died and of course you are clearly alive and don’t have a fairy god mother...until you met him.

He ordered a coffee, didn’t drink it though (probably knowing that your boss spat it in whenever he was in a bad mood or because he just needed an excuse to be around) just waiting for you to finish your break. You sat in a corner booth for ‘privacy,’ not that anybody was even in the place.  

“My names Iwaizumi Hajime” he said keeping a blank facial expression  

“What do you wan-”

“Miss L/N, I think I’ll do the talking here. Okay?” he said with a smirk appearing on his face after seeing your slightly shocked face when he revealed knowing your last name.

“I’ve seen you around for a while now, you’re beautiful you know that right?” he said making your cheeks heat up a bit. “Anyways, I think you’re gorgeous and a man like me needs a pretty girl like you on his arms. By the lack of response to my name, I assume you don’t know who I am...but I guess that works in my favour”

Your face is getting bored by the second not really listening as he rambles on about himself, “I need you to be on my arm every night that I go out to one of my boring business meetings.”  

“Business meetings?” you ask  

“You know, a bunch of ‘business’ people go out and talk ‘business’ together.” he said sarcastically as if you were stupid.

“I know that, I just thought you’d elaborate about it.” You sighed “What do I get out of this?”

“Finally, you’ve gotten to the interesting part, you my dear get money and lots of It” he says finally catching your attention “I’ll pay you 1 million Yen per night, and all your dresses, outfits and expenses will be paid for so you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about finances again” he ‘smiled’ at you.

“What's the catch?” squinting your eyes  

“The catch is just that you have to accompany me to all my events.... and you have to stay in my condo.”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry dear, it’s a nice place” interrupting you “probably better than any shithole you live in”

“Fine, fine” his words were convincing you “Is there a contract you have for me to sign?” you ask wanting to at least be somewhat ‘protected.’

“No contract, just this verbal agreement. Between me and you right here right now.” he winked “so you’re in agreement of our arrangement?”

“Yes.”

That was your first mistake believing Iwaizumi Hajime.

Sure you could defend yourself now and say ‘I was poor and in need of help’ but you’d know it would just be you in denial talking.  

The first time you attended a meeting with Iwaizumi, you came home from quitting your job since Iwaizumi said ‘you’re on my payroll now.’ You found a beautiful red dress laying on your bed accompanied with shoes and accessories and note saying, ‘I trust you to be able to do your own hair and make up my dear – I.H’

You didn’t have any family, or any friends. Most people that have had even a single encounter with you have deemed you to be ‘Not Likeable’ saying you’re not a people person or just lack any sociability. You were stuck in this town because of the debt your father has left you in before he supposedly ‘passed’ away. Leaving you drowning in all his financial woes, meaning you couldn’t go to university or become a professional *insert dream job here* like you wanted to be.

When you exited your building, you saw Iwaizumi leaning against a flashy car parked outside. “You chariot awaits m’lady” he says with a cheeky grin on his face making you roll your eyes. You got in the car and he started driving, humming along to a random song slightly agitating you.

“So, when are you moving to my place? It’s a part of the agreement.” he said in a sing song voice in the tune of what he was humming.  

Iwaizumi reminded you of JD from heathers, he was nice when he wanted but he did have a screw loose that was triggered when things didn’t go his way. Like a small child who didn’t get the toy he wanted when he had a million other toys.  

Him being the child. You being the toy.

“Our agreement is bullshit, just verbal.” you say mockingly “remember?”

“don’t start with me Y/N I'm not in a pleasant mood today” he says gritting his teeth “and I don’t need you fucking with me tonight.”

He puts his hand on your thigh, a little too harshly making you internally wince. “Okay here’s the rules for the night. You stay on my side for the night, only speak when spoken too, don’t drink too much since no one likes an alcoholic of course.”

“Oh, so all I need to do is sit pretty like a good little girl.” you say sarcastically

“Precisely” he lessens the grip on your thigh making you breathe in relief.  

The event was boring to say the least, you did as Iwaizumi said stood next to him with a fake smile plastered on your face all through the night. You’re sure that people did ask you questions, but you were in your own little world only stepping out of it when Iwaizumi either pinched your arm or gripped your thigh.

The end of the night was ‘eventful’ to say the least, before you entered the car a hand wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a back alley. “We couldn’t end the night so boring, could we?” it was Iwaizumi, of course it was.

He started peppering your neck with kisses and roaming his hands all over your body. He eventually trailed the kisses from your neck to your lips, leading you both into a full blown make out session. It was fast and you couldn’t really think straight. Iwaizumi was getting a bit too forceful, gripping and kissing harder than he needed to, leaving marks as if to say ‘you’re mine now.’

That was your second mistake. Getting sexual with Iwaizumi Hajime.

He said you had to go back to his house which was basically now yours. You complied, obviously had no other choice since he didn’t offer or ask. He told you too.

Waking up in the Iwaizumi residence was an ‘experience.’ Iwaizumi wanted you awake when he was awake and asleep when he was, never giving you a moment too yourself. You swiftly came to the learn of the reason why he wanted you in his ‘care’ (as he called it anyways) he wanted his eyes on you all the time.

You carried on attending the events bored out of your mind and the nights went the same way. Fancy dress, long car ride, not paying attention, getting fucked in the back alley then sleep in Iwaizumi’s expensive silk sheets.

You didn’t know much about Iwaizumi besides what you could find. In the day time, Iwaizumi spends it cooped up in his office whilst giving you the ‘permission’ to roam around the house. Iwaizumi kept all his important stuff in a small box under a creepy floorboard in his basement original idea I know. All the information in there was just stuff about generic stuff about his childhood. Him being brought up into wealth, how much he weighed as a baby and all the allergies and boring shit that he had.

Iwaizumi Hajime was an enigma.

You and Iwaizumi did get along. Sometimes. You did do things that weren’t strictly fucking and going to business meetings. He took you on what you could only be able to describe as dates, and outings showing you off to all his actual friends. That’s when you learnt the difference of the ‘two’ men, Iwaizumi and Hajime.

Although they were the same person by name, Iwaizumi was rough around the edges and cold at heart not caring about you at all. Hajime, whilst still being rough around the edges, basically made you out to be his girlfriend giving you the love and care you needed. You really liked the times when you were with Hajime.

That was your third mistake, falling in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.

As things progressed, your quality of life seemed to dwindle (not that it was great in the first place.) Iwaizumi was barely in the house, claiming that for these particular ‘business meetings’ he didn’t need you.

On one night, a simple phone call definitely changed your whole dynamic.

“Yes babe, I’m coming over tomorrow I can’t wait to see you and the girls again.” he said to the other person on the phone.

“Why do you question my love for you, of course I love you.” he said again

“I love you, the girls even the dumb dog that Haru forced me to get for her 8th birthday I love. You guys are my family. My lovely wife and out girls”

Your stomach churned, you backed out of the hallway that you were in. He had a family, of course he had a family. You went into the guest room, where you kept all your things, you couldn’t do this anymore. Although you pretty much lost all your morals when you formed this whole agreement but you refuse to sleep with a married man with kids. You couldn’t. Being the reason why a family might break up is something you wouldn’t ever do.

Iwaizumi heard all your commotion and entered the guess “Woah darling who’s moving out?” he asked jokingly  

“Hmm probably your wife and kids, after they realise their husband is a CHEATER!” you spat

“Woah, woah Y/N” he said getting closer to you “You don’t know what the fuck you’re on about”

“I think I know pretty well; you’ve always been a pompous ass Iwaizumi; it was my bad for thinking that you weren’t married throughout all of this.” You finished packing up as much close as you possible can and headed out the room.

“You need to watch your mouth Y/N” he says aggressively  

“Or what Iwaizumi, or should I say Hajime” you shout “Or is that only reserved for your WIFE!”

This seem to really tick him off, “You don’t know anything Y/N, you really think I could love a dirty slut like you? Huh? Well, I didn’t know that you were important enough to be able to know the details of my personal life.”

“I'm not a slut” you mumbled. Which was completely true, Iwaizumi didn’t notice that the first time you slept together was the first time that you slept with anyone.

“repeat that again for me y/n?” he said mockingly

“IM NOT A SLUT!” you shout in his face

“You are what I say you are darling”

“Fuck you.” You try and push past him hard, to get out the house but you’re no match against his anger and brute strength. So, when he slams you against the wall, he banging your head. Leaving you concussed and bleeding. Before you completely pass out all you hear is a repetition of Iwaizumi Hajime murmuring “I'm sorry, I’m sorry” whilst wrapping his arms around your comatose body.

You woke up, thinking that was all a dream but the ache in the back of your head proved otherwise.  

“Y/N, darling your awake!” he said making you flinch

You moved away from him when he sat on your bed looking at you with ‘love’ and ‘care’ in his eyes. He goes to stroke your cheek whispering “you’re so be-”

“Fuck off” you say. That bang to the head was a wakeup call literally reminding you of all the hot and cold moments you had with Iwaizumi that you submerged into your head for the sole reason of ‘wanting to be happy.’ But you weren’t happy. Deep down you knew that.

“But y/n, darling I love you.” he said and you closed your eyes shut wanting to tune him out “I love you Y/N.”

“You don’t" you replied back harshly with your eyes still shut tightly

“But I do Y/N, I love you” he repeated the ‘I love you’s’ over and over making you want to scream out in frustation.

“Shut up!” you yelled “You don’t love me, stop saying that” your head throbbing with every word “Just stop. Make it stop! Kill me if you have to! Just make it stop” you say thumping at Iwaizumi’s chest becoming a hysterical crying mess. You weren’t talking about the physical paint he caused you (even though that hurt ALOT) you were talking about the constant heartache it was just being around him.

He didn’t know what to do. So, he just put his arms round you again and you yelled your frustrations about him to him into his chest.

You woke up into a new place, not your old one or Iwaizumis just something brand new.  

With a note on your bed side table saying:

‘I love you and I’m sorry’

Making you tear it up and toss it out.

You had no further contact with Iwaizumi, you figured that the new house you lived in was already paid for, but you didn’t want Iwaizumi to show up one day saying that you owed him money so you decided to get a job. A small one, that didn’t require any strenuous Labour or heavy shift times.

It was a few weeks after Iwaizumi left you and you felt sick and heartbroken. After finishing your shift at your job you felt hot headed and extremely ill making you run to your toilet to spill out your guts.

Which lead you to your predicament now.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.  

You wanted to cry.  

You stared at the test in front of you. Two lines. Positive. There was no denying it, as much as you wanted it to be negative. You could tell you were pregnant befonhre you even took the test, all the throwing up you were doing, the nausea you felt when certain foods were being cooked at work and the ongoing foot and back pains you felt.

You didn’t know what to do. There was only thing you could do, but you certainly didn’t want that. ‘Call him’ the voice in your head urged. ‘That would be the best option right?’ you thought ‘I mean he did love you afterall...’

It took a whole day of pacing around and wondering on what you should do. But you knew that leaving the situation longer would only make it worse. So you kept his business card on you when he gave it to you since that was the only phone number you had. He was all you actually had.

You called and the phone rang 4 times, your heart beating faster and faster as it rang.

“He-”

“Hello this is Sakura Iwaizumi speaking” a feminine voice said “Who is calling?” you hear someone say in the background. ‘Iwaizumi’ you thought, your face smiling. You realised you haven’t responded so you rushed out  

“I’m Y/N L/N, I need to speak with Iwaizumi.”

“Haji dear, there's a girl on the phone for you... someone of the name called Y/N L/N”

You heard muffles in the background and Iwaizumi saying “Just hang up the phone she’s not worth it.” Your heart stung ‘She’s not worth it.’ Did he really mean that? As much as you claim to hate him, you didn’t really. As you’ve said before you always liked his loving and caring side over his cold hearted one.

You put the phone down and just cried, wailing your heart out for him. Why? You don’t really know to be honest. This was all a dumb agreement, he used you because he was bored and he probably already knew you were pregnant from when he gave you that concussion. But ‘he doesn’t want you’ you reminded yourself because ‘I’m not worth it.’

AUTHORS NOTE: once again, i’m sorry lol. But im most likely going to do a part two of my ‘long shot’ series with Akaashi or a character of your choosing. 

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi headcanons #signedwithane😌

[shozaii]

yuuji as your boyfriend. (headcanons!)

genre: fluff

pairing: yuuji x reader

extra notes: i did promise a yuuji one, so here we gooooo!! my pure baby axolotl deserves all the love. (dedicated to @svnseovl​ ! i remember wanting to write something about him for you, so here you go! happy belated birthdayyy!🥺🤍)

masterlist. || megumi.

- i’ve mentioned this before but he. he loves kisses. just anytime. smooch !!! he’s more of a ‘i’m devoted to your kisses’ kind of person. 

- smooch him back and this confident smile is spread across his face. this usually occurs when you’re with his friends, or if he’s in front of gojo-sensei. but when you’re both alone, they hit different. his eyes glisten, his smile is so, so soft. foreheads briefly meeting, hands held loosely. just a beautiful moment shared between you two🥺

- his favorite part may be your shoulders/collarbones :3 okay but kiss his lil scars underneath his eyes and he might just tear up. sukuna is jealous you cannot tell me he’s not.

- he takes his time by admiring every feature of yours. sometimes he wonders just how lucky he is just by having you, ya know? he can’t help but reminisce the fact that you are right in front of him, showering him with the affection that he never thought he deserved.  

- yuuji is the kind of person who would do anything to make a person happy, which results in him not putting himself first in most situations. all until you came into his life. in a way you showed him that self-love is okay. putting yourself first is okay. you’re both learning, and also growing❤

- yeah i’m crying too 

- he does get you gifts; the kind where it may even be little but it would be ingrained with the most precious memories of your relationship. 

- see when you’re in love with yuuji, gojo teases you two. when you both end up together, he teases you two. there’s just no difference. he’s just so happy okay😭 literally the person who would hype yuuji up the most when it’s time for him to confront his feelings. nobara comes in second, slapping his back and warning him to nail the proposal. megumi doesn’t show it but he’s so happy yuuji finally found his one true love. 

- i think he might just drape his arm over your shoulder whenever the two of you are together (but he still respects your decision if you’re not comfortable with pda!!). this might be a thing because one time you went missing and when he did find you he was standing there like 🧍‍♂���

- beach dates. i can see it. he enjoys silent, serene situations too. something about the atmosphere he has around you makes him feel calm. otherwise that he might take you to a theme park!!

- sukuna sometimes has conversations with you but 95% of them are of him making fun of yuuji😒some intimate moments may have been ruined by him too, but yuuji shuts him up don’t worry 🥰

- his love language revolves around physical touch and also quality time. being a jujutsu sorcerer also means tons of missions, saving people, training, but the best part about it is also returning back to his dorm, where he gets to spend the time with you. he also makes sure every second is worth it when you’re by his side. 

- i think it’s safe to say that yuuji learnt so much more about loving someone from the heart, taking account of feelings, admire any feature his s/o has, appreciate every part of them, and to keep you safe and sound.❤

(a/n): here ya go!! this might be a series, who knows👉👈 thank you all so much for the love on the megumi version so far!!🥺💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen itadori #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori #itadori fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori headcanons #jjk imagines #yuji x reader

[spunkpunx]

Say You Love Me - Jimmy Darling

Plot: Reader is heartbroken when she hears Jimmy has lost his hands, but when they're replaced he decides to make up for lost time

Word count: 3105

Warnings: Smut, Smoking, Mild violence

The words hit me like a ton of bricks when Dell brought the news. Jimmy's hands were gone. My Jimmy's hands were gone. Taken. That no good piece of shit Richard Spencer and his lies. I couldn't believe Elsa had fallen for his bollocks, but I supposed that was his game. The rest of the freaks stood in shock.

"Oh no, not Jimmy!" Ima cried over dramatically. I felt my blood boil. My skin crawled as she wailed. I felt my ears burn up with my rage. She'd been here not five minutes and here she was, caterwauling over what they had done to him. I couldn't out loud admit what I felt about Jimmy, but I sure as hell could let it be known how I felt about her. I ran at her and swung one hard punch to the side of her head. The force did not knock her over, but the shock certainly did. 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I spat out the words repeatedly as I continued to hit her face and chest once she had fallen. I felt my eyes prick as I screamed at her, before Paul and Eve pulled me away. The second the anger cleared I collapsed in tears. Penny came over to me as Eve followed Dell out the tent. She held me tight as I sobbed into her chest. Ima was taken out the tent, bloodied and bruised and sniveling. I lifted my head only to spit in her direction.

"Shh, shh," Penny cooed, stroking my hair. 

"What have they done to him?" I whimpered, my voice coming out far more feeble and cracked then I had ever heard it. "How's he going to survive in there without his hands?"

"I don't know," Penny told me, honestly. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

She took me back to my caravan and I poured myself a drink. I pulled an ashtray out the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to watch over me Penny. I'm sure you probably best go check on your man."

"I don't want to leave you like this," she admitted, sat delicately on the edge of my bed. She was still so beautiful, despite the lizard tattoo, and so kind as well. I couldn't bear to be around anyone at the minute though.

"I'll be fine," I told her softly, but when she didn't move I snapped at her. "Piss off! I don't want you here!" I hadn't meant to be so harsh, but she gathered herself up and left. I knocked back my drink in one. It burned my eyes and stung my throat but I hoped for my own sake it would help me sleep.

I went through more alcohol and more cigarettes. My ashtray overflowed. My head was spinning as I reached toward the bottom of the bottle. With my head heavy I fell over into my bed and pulled the covers round myself, only bothering to clumsily remove my shoes before shutting my eyes tight and trying to forget my thoughts. I lay there, my mind playing a reel of horrors of what could have happened to Jimmy. I pictured him beaten in a jail cell, battered to death like Meep was, or sat in despair at his own situation. I knew he couldn't have killed those women, even if he didn't, because he was here in this caravan when it happened. I knotted my fingers into my hair, reeling drunk. I was just as bad as he had been. 

I eventually passed out, but kept waking, sweaty and restless after nightmares. At one point my stomach turned and I chugged up my guts off the side of my bed. I rolled back over after that and caught half an hours rest before I woke again. The night went on like that until the sun rose and Eve came in to get me up. 

"Oh sweetheart," she muttered upon seeing my sorry state. She delicately picked her way to the bed past the vomit and brought me out of bed to go sit on the seat I had. I blubbered pathetically while she tossed a towel over my mess and brought me a glass of water. I was still slightly drunk, but tried to be as co-operative as possible. Eve sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug while I continued to feel like a maudlin burden on her. She took me over to have breakfast with the others, and I hiccuped my way through some bread and butter, as everyone threw pitiful stares my way. I began to sober up. 

"I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"Don't be silly, come with me," she directed, taking my hand and leading me away from the show ground. As we walked further away I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's awful nice of you to try cheer me up but I'd rather not go anywhere," I told Eve, following her through the undergrowth. We passed the spot where Ethel had ended her life, which brought back more memories of how Jimmy had been after she passed. My eyes welled, but I tried hard to keep it suppressed. I didn't want anyone to think I was being such a pathetic mess over Jimmy Darling. I didn't want to be another of the freaks that he's fucked and now loves him.

"It's Elsa who said you ought to come here," Eve explained. It was probably her plan to distract me from my wallowing, or punish me for what I did to Ima. I expected hard labour ahead of me.  We reached a small barn with the doors locked. Eve produced a key, unlocking the chains. "Now listen. Elsa says its your job to look after him," she instructed pulling the door open to let me see inside. It took me a minute to realise there was a bed, a bed and a familiar face. 

"Jimmy!" I gasped, rushing to his side. I burst into tears again, this time from pure relief. "Oh baby your hands!" 

By his side lay two bloodied stumps wrapped in bandage. His eyes filled with tears when he looked at me. 

"Princess I haven't ever seen you cry before," he told me lightheartedly, but his voice cracked and he wept. I placed my hand on his face and he leaned into my touch as I wiped his tear with my thumb. I turned back to give Eve a thank you but she had left. I turned to Jimmy. 

"I thought you were gonna be gone forever," I told him, sniffling. 

"Me too baby." I bent down and pressed my lips down against his. We shared a salty kiss. I felt him flinch hard and cut off the kiss when he lifted his arm hold me. He immediately broke down in tears again. "I'm never going to be able to hold you again," he whimpered, and I sensed that there was certainly more to it than that. It stung to see him in such a sorry state.

"Oh Jimmy don't upset yourself," I tried to comfort him. "I have to change your bandages. Okay?" He shook his head. "I let you do it for me," I reminded him.

"Well you have no fucking idea how much it hurts," he snapped. I understood his frustration, but I couldn't help but pull away, hurt. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry (y/n), I just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hold, still." I ran my hand down his arm slowly until I reached the bandage trying to cause minimum pain. I unwrapped it slowly, Jimmy putting on a brave face. As I pulled the bloodied part away from his wound he flinched and gritted his teeth. "This is really gonna sting," I warned as I poured alcohol onto cotton to clean his injury. He bit down on his pillow and nodded for me to go ahead. I wiped it as gently as I could and tried to ignore his muffled howl. "I'm sorry." He let the pillow from his teeth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, doll," he assured, breathless from pain. I took his stump in my hands, wrapping it in bandage.

"I tried to tell the police it wasn't you, but they wouldn't listen."

"It might have been me, I was there, I was blind drunk."

"It wasn't, Jimmy. You were in my caravan. You said you loved me."

"I do." He looked at me sincerely. I avoided his eye, focusing my attention back to binding up his arm.

"You don't Jimmy, you love Maggie, you only wanted me because you were scared she might leave you and you thought I wouldn't." I sighed. 

"That's not true, I kept coming back because I love you." Tears pricked my eyes again. He probably thought Maggie had left and was settling for me. I tied off the bandage and he raised his arm up to my face, sucking in his breath sharply as his stump brushed my cheek. "And you love me too."

"No, I don't," I lied. He watched me, his stare breaking me apart like it always had.

"Paul came by before you. I haven't seen you cry once before, (y/n), but he said you have been tearful all morning. He also told me about Ima," he teased, smugly. I didn't know it was possible to sound both so weak and so smug at the same time. 

"I was worried, it doesn't mean-" 

"Please just tell me it does. Just tell me you love me, it's all I ever wanted to hear." I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.

"I love you, Jimmy Darling." He smiled at me. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a few draws. I put it between his lips for him so he could take a puff. 

"Look at me," he complained. "Can't even hold my own cigarette."

"Hush now Jimmy. Things will take time," I reassured him, to little effect. We shared the rest of the cigarette and I moved round to change the bandage on the other side. Jimmy didn't speak until I'd finished and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, (y/n)," he said sincerely. I went back to his bedside, leaned down a pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be here to change your bandages again tomorrow,"  I told him softly.

Although Elsa had not left, she had still sold the show to Chester, who although had a definite screw loose, seemed harmless enough. He was bright, chirpy and certainly not bossy. His odd qualities only came from the wooden ventriloquist doll he was so attached to. The twins seemed quite smitten with him, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were screwing him. 

I was civil with Maggie after her trickery, especially knowing how difficult the world could be, but Jimmy had far from forgiven her. This was a hard situation to negotiate. She had asked about him, and I knew she cared, but Jimmy was set in his hatred of her. It was hard to sympathise with a woman who had been part in a scheme resulting in the death of Ma Petite and the loss of Jimmy's hands. For the most part I told the truth. Jimmy was not going to soften any time soon.

I apologised to Ima too, hard as it was. She didn't really take my apology, but it hardly bothered me. It was mainly for the sake of the others, and to keep the peace. 

That night, Dell was shot. He, it turned out, had been the one to kill Ma Petite. I felt bad for his death. As shitty as his actions were, I always felt he was trying his hardest for a better life. Still, killing another freak was unforgivable, and Ma Petite was innocence itself. It was my job to deliver the news to Jimmy, which was horrible.

"He was my father!" 

"I know Jimmy! I'm sorry!"

"Don't you dare start apologising for those murderers, (y/n)!"

"Jimmy he killed Ma Petite!" I ended up snapping. "He killed an innocent and he paid the price." Jimmy broke down into tears again, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm losing everything."

"Come on, baby. It hurts to see you cry so much," I mumbled into his neck. He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't ever leave me (y/n). Don't ever break my heart.”

The day Jimmy's hands were ready was the happiest I had seen him in months. I came into the barn again to see him, when I spotted him sat on the bed. The moment he saw me he stood up and rushed toward me. I opened my arms to him and he caught me in his grasp, lifting me off my toes. He kissed me, properly. His dark eyes seemed full of hope. I took his arms from around me and held one of his new hands in mine. Mr. Dolcefino had created perfect wooden hands, still with Jimmy's finger shapes. They were works of art.

"They're beautiful, baby," I told him, smiling.

"They ain't half as functional as they were, but my hands have never looked so good."

"Your hands always looked good." I kissed him again, harder this time. He pulled me flush against him.

"It kills me I can't touch you the same baby," he told me, running his wrists down my side in place of his hands.

"I don't care, Jimmy. I love you," I said, and it was the first time I'd said it since he asked me to. He pulled me in again for another kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pushing the backs of my knees against the bed. "Easy tiger," I teased.

"I haven't held you in so long (y/n)," he replied, pushing himself even closer to me, my body flush with his own. I felt him, hard against my thigh. I kissed him again, hard, and let him push me onto the bed, his own weight on top of mine. He began to nip at my neck, and I sighed contentedly. He went to cup my breast with his hand, but came short when he realised his hands could not move the same, could not feel. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologised, sitting up on his knees and pulling away. I sat up with him and put my hands around his neck, fiddling with the hair at its nape.

"You aren't giving up that easy are you?" I jibed. "After all, you have a mouth in perfect working order." He grinned at me, pulling me into another hungry kiss. He nibbled down my neck again.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to undress yourself, doll." I did as instructed, pulling my jumper over my head while Jimmy watched. He returned to kissing my collarbone as I undid my bra. His kisses travelled over my breasts, wooden hand against my side. He kissed along my chest, eventually moving to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as I sighed. He bit down on it and I yelped, scolding him lightly by giving him a little slap on the arm. He grinned again at my reaction, before kissing his way down my sternum. He stopped for a second, giving me an opportunity to pull my trousers off for him. I went to pull my underwear down but he stopped me, instead using his teeth to pull them down and bringing them the rest of the way with his prosthetic. I laughed at his actions, until he buried his face into my heat, licking over my clit again and again. I felt myself get quickly wetter as he flicked his tongue up my slit. His attention went back to my clit, circling it as I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling at it and moaning as I did. I felt my cheeks flush when he came back up the bed to kiss me again, my taste still on his lips. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in these pants, do you think you can help doll?" he asked. I happily obliged.

"Of course baby." I pulled his shirt of his shoulders slowly, the removed his vest, taking my time to run my hands all across his chest and take it all in again. I ran my hand over his stomach and reached to palm him through his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I took off the trousers, getting him to sit up in order to help me. I could see the shame in his eyes so as soon as they were off I kissed him hard and put my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. He let out the most delicious moan into the kiss. After a minute of this we were both desperate for it so I bit his earlobe and pulled his cock out of his pants, guiding it to the right place. He pushed into me slowly.

"Fuck," he swore, before capturing my mouth with his and thrusting again. I let out another moan into his mouth as he bit down hard on my lip. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, speeding up his thrusts with considerable lack of control. It had been a while since we had sex, so the desperation in his movements was very apparent. He let out the most beautiful gasps and moans, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he continued to nip and suck at my collarbone. I tugged at his brown curls and he groaned breathily. He recaptured my lips in his own and I let out a moan as he pushed deeper into me.

"Jimmy," I panted into his ear, before pulling on his earlobe with my teeth. He let out what was almost a growl and fucked me even harder. I felt myself drawing closer to finishing and let out a desperate string of swears.

“Come on, baby doll, fuckin finish for me,” Jimmy murmured deeply, kissing along my jaw and neck before biting down on my collarbone. I let out a gasp as I felt a wave of pleasure over me, clenching around him and digging my nails into his back. He kept going, his thrusts sloppy, coaxing me through my orgasm until a faltering moan fell from his lips and he pulled out, spilling his load onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, spent, and I pulled my fingers through his hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“You really love me?” I asked, as his hot breath brushed my neck. Before he answered he pressed soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Of course I do, doll face.”

#jimmy darling #jimmy darling smut #jimmy darling x reader #ahs smut #ahs freakshow #ahs x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #american horror story

[darthtali]

Okay some thoughts on The Legend of Vox Machina from someone who did not watch campaign 1 but loosely knows the plot just from being in the fandom

Just from what I gathered about Vax before watching the show, I was soooo sure he was going to annoy me but he might honestly be up there as my favorite and i can’t explain why. Yeah, I just dig him.

Keyleth is just the absolute sweetest and I love her. She’s another fave and I find her so relatable. She is the best girl and just so we’re clear she actually has never done anything wrong in her life ever.

Pike and Grog’s dynamic is everything. I love them.

Vex is hot but we knew that already and she’s always right but we knew that already.

Seriously the ladies are killing it.

Percy in episode three stole the show. Omg that final scene holy moly. So fucking cool. I love it when characters get to be dark. Is he an emo anime boy? Yes. Do we love him for it? Yes. Keep it up king.

Scanlan was fun! I am looking forward to the Scambo moment I’ve heard about.

✨The Briarwoods✨ are hotties. They are evil and in love and I admire how much they lean into it. “Yes we are a sexy necromancy wizard and a super hot buff vampire and we will dress like it and call each other loving pet names all the time”. Good for them. Also as a campaign 2 fan we gotta support our Wildemount babes.

Your turn to roll sprinkled into the score almost made me cry multiple times.

I’m just blown away by the quality of the show. There was obvious care put into this show and it’s so fun to watch. I’m so happy for them and I am really grateful I can finally experience and appreciate Vox Machina.

#tlovm spoilers #the legend of vox machina #the legend of vox machina spoilers #no thoughts just unfiltered gushing