#i was fuckin cackling while making this

[itsjustpalmtrees]

Devil Magicks

[batsandbirdbrains]

Look I don’t care how implausible it is, I don’t care how ridiculous it is. Dick is eight years old when he becomes Robin. It’s the funniest fuckin thing and I refuse to ever make him older than eight when he bullies a grown ass Bruce into letting him go out at night with him.

Does Bruce take him on kiddie runs until he’s a little older? Maybe. Does Batman stand menacingly behind a brightly colored little bird to threaten the goons while Robin can’t see him? You know he does.

But Robin is still actually terrifying when he first appears on the scene, because he’s a teeny tiny fluttery little thing that does cartwheels and handstands and makes puns then launches himself full force to kick a man in the nose and then cackles when he bleeds. His laughter makes goons shiver, they hear it bouncing around warehouses and half of them bolt, because they learn very quickly what happens when a feral Robin appears.

The Gotham rogues all immediately have beef with a literal third grader because he took the bats attention away and also because he’s roundhouse kicked them all in the shins at some point and that shit hurt like hell, and then he laughed in their faces while making a pun about their villain name.

Majority of the rogues everywhere hate Nightwing because they all know he used to be the feral child that they all thought Batman should have put on a leash, half of them have been straight up bitten by him before he lost all his baby teeth, and they’re all so bitter about the fact that they’ve been beaten by an actual elementary school student. And now he’s all grown up? He’s fucking terrifying.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A nine-page digital comic featuring Jimmy and Curly from Mouthwashing. They're out of uniform, wearing casual clothes. The comic is done in sepia tones, with the only colors being the blue of Curly's eyes and the green of Jimmy's speech bubbles. There are also four featureless people representing their other friends.

The group of friends are gathered while Jimmy sits away from them.

Friend 1: He doesn't like sweets.... Friend 2: So what should we do for a cake then? Jimmy, attempting to light a cigarette: Why don't we just make it out of his fuckin' whey protein powder? You know Curly just LOVES that chalky crap. Friends pause, staring at him, before getting excited: (all caps) That's a great idea, Jimmy!

Jimmy then chokes on his cigarette and looks around at them all, momentarily shocked.

Friends: That's so smart! It'll be SO funny! He'll LOVE that! Jimmy, holding his limp cigarette and smiling smugly: heheh. guess I am pretty clever.

There is then a montage of him baking the cake with the whey powder, including him absently dropping cigarette ash into the batter with an "oops". Then they all wait in the dark, party decorations up with a shadow cast under the room's door.

Friends: Shh!! He's coming! Jimmy: (all caps) Shut the fuck up!! Curly, opening the door: Hullo? Friends: SURPRISE!

Curly flinches and yelps before he takes in the scene and smiles. Jimmy is holding the warped cake and smiling and everyone is wearing party hats and laughing.

Friends: Happy birthday Curly!

Two of them go up to Curly, putting a hat on him and patting his back.

Friend: Hope you like the cake!

Curly goes to cut the cake with everyone watching. He is smiling, while Jimmy stands next to him, staring blankly. As soon as the knife hits, the cake collapses in a poof of powder with a long fart noise. Curly's eyes bulge and Jimmy's eyes widen before they both burst out laughing, Curly pushing the cake away as he leans over the table, wheezing, while Jimmy throws his head back to cackle.

Curly, looking up at him: (all caps) What kind of cake is this?! Jimmy, holding up an "ok" hand: Choco-caramel whey, budd-o.

Curly wheezes, tears in his eyes. He then passes out cake and speaks indistinctly before sitting down.

Curly, smiling at Jimmy: -- sounds pretty brilliant, yeah?

Jimmy looks at him sideways, anticipating, as Curly raises his fork to his mouth. He keeps leaning closer as a shadow forms over his face. Curly takes a bite, smiling. Pauses for a moment. And then releases a huge cloud of whey powder, at which Jimmy starts cackling again.

end ID]

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every time i think about that cursed whey powder cake from curly's fondest memories, i just imagine a re-enactment of the cinnamon challenge but with whey protein powder.

so here's a NINE PAGE COMIC leading up to that <3

[buckyalpine]

18+ drabbles. Imagine Bucky finally gets his hand on the sweetest doll he’s been pining after for months, absolutely taking her apart every which way when he finally has her all to himself. He could only be a gentleman for so long until the mask slips because she feels so good. Too good. He tried to take his time but his body moves on its own, chasing the addicting feeling her pussy makes his cock feel, his thick length gripping and massaging in her tight little cunt.

He has her in his room, no longer giving her soft gentle strokes; no. His hands are grabbing her hips, slamming her back on his cock to meet his thrusts, that spongy head kissing her cervix each time, precum and her arousal creating sticks webs where their skin meets.

“F-uck, I-mph!” Your moans come out muffled and broken, tears wetting his mattress as you try to keep your voice down. Bucky couldn't care less if anyone else heard, a part of him going feral knowing his cock is making you feel so good you can't even form words.

“Yeah? Y’like that, angel?” Sweat glistened off his tanned skin, a drop rolling down his back as he continued to rail you, groaning at your ass smacking against his pelvis, the sight enough to make him blow on the spot, "You're so fuckin' pretty, baby" His voice is a low rumble, talking more to himself as his cock somehow grows harder at the way you squeal. "Sweetest thing I've ever stuffed my dick into, my perfect bunny, fuck you make me feel so good" His head is thrown back, pounding harder, absolutely lost in his own world. His muscles burn, his body hotter than ever but he won't stop.

“S’too much Jamie” You nearly slip but he holds you in place like a limp ragdoll, using you for his pleasure at this point, hitting a spot that makes you gush with no control. Your arms give way, slipping onto your front but he continues to fuck like an animal without losing his pace. The weight of his body is pressed against you, his chest and stomach pressed on your back, his hands coming to pin you against the bed, forcing more of your perfect cream out of you "Oh God, m'gonna-fuck Jamie-J-AMie!"

“Yeah, milk me baby, cum on this cock, can’t help it, you just feel to. Damn. Good” he moans against your neck feeling your pussy clench and squeeze his length, coaxing his full balls to grow heavier, cum desperate to shoot from his swollen tip. "M'so full of cum for you baby, needed y'so bad. fuckk-needed it, look at how well y'take it, m'gonna fill you up angel-oh fuck a-angel-FUCKKK" He lets out an obscene moan, biting down onto your sensitive skin and his body goes into overdrive feeling everything all at once. Ropes of his creamy spend coat your insides, spilling onto the sheets as he continues to grind though his orgasm.

"Shit-m'still cumming, fuck I-I'm cumming again" A whine slips between a growl he lets out as more of his seed pumps into you, the weight of his body fully resting on yours. He wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss onto your shoulders, now indented with his teeth marks.

You giggle at the feeling of his stubble tickling you as he nuzzles into your skin with a satisfied purr, now peppering more kisses to coax more of that sweet sound you make.

"B-Bucky, it tickles!" You squirm around, catching a glimpse at the French doors near the bed, your giggles turning into a near cackle. Bucky curiously follows what you were looking at when he sees your eyes widen, your skin heating up against his.

“We fogged up the windows” you bit your lip trying to hold your laughter down while Bucky smirked, getting off the bed, tracing his finger on the glass.

“There” he says with a satisfied grin, the words look what we did looking back at you. He pounces back on the bed, pinning you down, his tongue dating out to lick up your neck, nipping your earlobe, “can’t let that disappear just yet, ready for round two?”

(Backstory for the windows? this was a result of my sweet Italian menace. He did that. He will see this.)

[archangeldyke-all]

i feel like sev would be like this w reader bc she nvr wants to objectify or make them feel uncom but can’t help but speak before she thinks 😭 especially with mom!reader

HAHHADHEWPH this is hilarious

men and minors dni

the thing is, sevika's never been like this before. she's usually all cool and suave and sexy when she's trying to put the moves on someone, but you make her all honest and stupid and outrageously horny. and she finds herself saying some truly obscene things to you.

you send her a picture of an outfit you picked out for a work meeting? she's texting you back before her mind can even comprehend what her horny lizard brain is typing. puddle in my boxers now, thanks.

it only takes a moment for her to become shocked by her words-- flustering even herself with her strong reaction. and then she's texting you again. was that too much? it's only seven in the morning...

and then she thinks about it for a second... her chin in her hand while she waits for you to read her texts. you're her girlfriend, she's allowed to act desperately horny about you... right? so, she sends a third text. i mean, i am sorry if it was tmi, but it's true. you're so fucking hot. i'm gonna have to jerk off to that picture before work.

and then, she fucking panics, and sends a fourth text. unless that's weird and you don't want me to.

"oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with me!?" sevika groans as she throws her phone across the room.

over time, as you guys get closer, sevika's anxiety about her horny ramblings lessen. they don't disappear completely, though.

sevika finds herself cornering you at a fuckin' kids' birthday party, whispering in her ear about how she's gonna knock you up and give you a little kiddo of your own.

but a balloon will pop behind her, you'll both jump, and the moment will be gone. "fuck, sorry, was that gross?" she mumbles as you guys grab cupcakes.

"sevika." you giggle. "i'm very into hearing how into me you are. you know this."

"yeah, but i feel like this isn't... an appropriate environment..." she cringes as she looks around at the gaggle of kids screaming and laughing. you cackle and kiss her cheek.

"maybe save it for home, yeah." you agree.

once you're married, sevika refuses to apologize-- no matter how insanely horny she's acting. you're her wife now. she's allowed to be feral about you.

you post a selfie on one of your social medias? she's commenting underneath: 'god i can't wait to sit on that pretty face tonight <3'

you show your followers the dinner you're cooking up, and sevika reposts it with 'wifey's getting pregnant tonight!'

and if you ever scold her for it-- reminding her your co-workers and families can see what she's posting, she just shrugs with a smile.

"well, i'm not lying."

you laugh. "you're traumatizing people."

"please. they're just jealous." she scoffs.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Heyyy! I had this rlly funny idea but the TF 141 separately (and maybe König, you can decide if you add him w/ the 141 fellas or not) with a reader that's like 4'11-5'4 (maybe shorter) who's really sassy and a big smart mouth, but is just so sweet to them, but will absolutely bite someone's head off if they tried something (they do say dynamite comes in small packages lol) I hope ur having a good day and if you don't wanna do this u can ignore meeee luv ur work <3

Small but Mighty

Pairing: Task Force 141 + König x Short Sassy Protective Reader

Warnings: Strong language, threats of violence (but mostly comedic), reader is a menace but soft for the boys, fluff, crack, mild innuendos, reader is short but acts like a guard dog.

Author’s Note: I relate to this, I’m short and sassy so this request was so fun. I loved it so much-

Summary: You may be small, but your attitude is huge. You’re fiercely loyal to the team, the first to bite someone’s head off if they so much as look at them wrong. But with the boys? You’re their sweet, doting little powerhouse—when you’re not threatening to fight them for teasing you, of course.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon first met you during a mission briefing, and it was like watching a rabid chihuahua getting ready to tear into someone. You were barely scraping 5’2” in combat boots, standing next to a man twice your size who had just questioned your skills.

"Listen here, you oversized fuckin’ tree stump," you snapped, arms crossed as you glared up at the guy. "I may be small, but I can still take you down in two moves, so shut your damn mouth before I put you on your ass."

Ghost, standing behind you, simply tilted his head in mild amusement. He expected the guy to laugh in your face. Instead, the man hesitated, clearing his throat before muttering something about just joking.

That was when Ghost knew you were dangerous.

But what surprised him even more? How goddamn sweet you were to him.

"Si, did you eat today?" you asked one evening after a mission, voice softer than usual. You were sitting beside him, legs tucked beneath you, hands busy cleaning your weapons.

Ghost barely had time to answer before you shoved a protein bar into his hand.

"Eat. Now."

He looked down at the snack, then back at you, unimpressed.

"You’re bossy for someone I could put in my pocket."

You scowled, jabbing a finger at him. "And you are grumpy for someone who clearly needs food."

Despite himself, he found himself smirking beneath his mask. He peeled open the wrapper, taking a bite while you nodded in satisfaction, muttering, "Damn right."

Yeah. You were something else.

——

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap loved that you were a walking contradiction. One second you were cussing someone out for looking at him wrong, the next you were fixing his hair with the gentleness of a mother hen.

He thrived off riling you up.

"Oi, short stack," he called one day, smirking as you turned around, already glaring.

"What did you just call me?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"Short stack," he repeated, grinning. "Like a pancake. Wee but fiery."

You stomped right up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest. "Listen here, Johnny, I may be short, but I can still take you—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

You let out an indignant screech, kicking your legs wildly. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU MUSCLE-BRAINED MANWHORE."

Soap was cackling, patting your thigh. "You’re cute when you’re angry."

"I’M GONNA KILL YOU."

He eventually set you down after getting a few light punches to his back. But later that evening, when you checked in on him, making sure he was hydrating, making sure his injuries were tended to, he couldn’t help but grin.

You were his little menace, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

——

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz thought you were the funniest person alive. He wasn’t sure how so much attitude could be packed into someone your size, but it worked.

Especially when you went feral on his behalf.

It happened at a bar, where a stranger had started getting way too handsy with Gaz. You, standing nearby, immediately clocked the situation and marched over, eyes blazing.

Gaz barely had time to react before you inserted yourself between him and the stranger, glaring up at the taller man like a pissed-off gremlin.

"Take your hands off him before I break all ten of your fingers," you snapped.

The man blinked. "And who the hell are you—"

You grabbed the dude’s wrist. Twisted just enough to make a point.

"I said," you growled, voice low, "take. Your hands. Off."

The guy yanked his hand back and bolted.

Gaz just stared at you, shook. "Damn," he muttered. "Didn’t know I had my own personal attack dog."

You turned to him, smile sickly sweet. "Only for you, babe."

The whiplash was insane. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

——

Captain John Price

Price thought you were adorable.

He’d never say that to your face—he valued his life too much—but he thought it.

You had this habit of defending him when you thought someone was being disrespectful.

One day, some new recruit made the mistake of talking back to him. Before Price could even react, you stepped up, arms crossed, expression like a storm cloud.

"That’s Captain Price to you," you said coolly. "Show some respect before I have to teach it to you."

The recruit, visibly confused about being threatened by someone a foot shorter than him, just mumbled an apology and scurried off.

Price chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re a menace."

You shrugged. "Just looking out for my old man."

His eyebrow twitched. "Old?"

You grinned up at him, innocent as a damn angel.

He sighed. You were gonna be the death of him.

——

König

König was, at first, terrified of accidentally crushing you. You barely reached his chest, and he swore you had to be some kind of mythical creature because how could something so small be so loud?

But then he saw you threaten someone for him.

It was during a mission when someone made a snide remark about his size, thinking he couldn’t hear. You did, though.

"Hey, dipshit," you snapped, whirling around. "Say that again, I fucking dare you."

The guy stammered, confused. "What—"

"You heard me. You got something to say about König? Say it to my face."

The man immediately backed down.

König stared at you, stunned. "You… defended me?"

You turned to him, expression soft. "Course I did, big guy. Nobody talks shit about my team."

His brain short-circuited.

Later, you noticed him being extra gentle with you, like you were something precious.

"König," you asked, squinting up at him.

"Yes, kleine maus?"

"…Are you petting my head?"

"Ja."

You sighed. "Fine. But only because you’re my favorite giant."

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[lxvvie]

Heyyy girliee

I don’t know if you have already done that but I really love your writings and I was thinking about how would the cod guys act like if they were drunk?

For example I can totally see Graves forgetting that we are dating and just trying to get our numbers or Soap having a mental breakdown over everything lmaoo

The Cap'n is mushy. Defenses down. Grinning like he won the jackpot. Quokka cheeks red and prominent. He can't take his eyes off you. He's John Price the man, and John Price the man wants you to know that you're beautiful and the best thing that's ever happened to him. You let him be human for just a moment. You let him forget about the bullshit he faces on a daily.

A drunken Gaz is a sleepy Gaz, and drunk Gaz is tied with drunk Ghost in the clingly koala department. Drunk Gaz can't really sleep without you in his arms, darling, and so when you're in the bed, he's holding you like his life depends on it, your face is buried in his glorious chest, and he'll kiss the top of your head and sleepily murmur how much he loves you, darling. Also tends to think the house is haunted for some reason, so he's holding on to you to protect you? Thanks, Kyle...

Drunk Soap is the mad lad who excitedly tells everyone you said yes to going on a date with him even though you two have been together for a minute. May or may not have started a fight brawl or two with another bar patron for drunkenly hitting on you; the one who'll also take you away snickering while everyone else is still fighting because lmao. Drunk Soap goes to sleep thinking you're in his arms but it's always the dog who’s snoring in his face.

Drunk Ghost is in love with you. Pathetically in love with you. Down bad. So mushy it's disgusting. And cute. Disgustingly cute. Lets his guard down like the Cap'n, and all you see in those dark eyes is you. Everything comes out and it's all YOU. Ghost lets you have your way with him. Cover him in art, sure thing, luv. Color his tattoos in? Why the fuck not? Raspberries on his tummy? What's stopping you, sweetheart? Just... consumed by you, all with a chuckle, a ciggie dangling from his mouth, and you in his arms. He revels in the fact that you love him as much as he loves you. Tells you such in so many words, too. Ghost just fuckin' GLOWS, okay?

Phillip Graves is drunkenly serenading you and telling you all these plans he has about y'all's future together. From the bathroom. While pissing the longest piss known to man. The one who'll also croon 'Darlin'....' and kiss your cheeks a lot because it just does something to him. Just so damn affectionate. He can sing like no one's business, too. He loves to croon Marvin Gaye, Barry White, or the Isley Brothers in your ear. All with that goddamn southern twang. 'Cause he loves his darlin' so MUCH.

König is cackling like the gremlin crackhead he is and you're wondering if he'll ever realize that he's actually hugging and loving on the bedpost and not you. In true troll fashion, though, you record the whole thing and show it to him later, to his mortification. Drunk König also likes to be the little spoon.

When drunk, Horangi gets hot really quickly, and will take his clothes off. ALL his clothes off. And then he's all over you like a cat. He really likes it when you run your hands over his body, though. Goes double if your hands are cold.

Keegan is just fucking needy. Don't leave him, baby. What do you mean you gotta go to the bathroom? What do you mean you need to get a refill? The one who's out getting drunk with the other Ghosts, and he's texting you how much he loves you, how much he needs you, and then proceeds to reveal to you so many things about him, so many things that he thinks would make you leave him, but the things he reveal aren't even secretive or horrible at all (yeah, sure, of course you'd leave him because he and his friends wore the cheerleaders' outfits and he was on top of the pyramid while said cheerleaders played flag football in highschool during homecoming) so what the fuck, Keegan?

Adler is also a sleepy drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk who loves to sleep under your plushy throw blanket that he talks shit about when sober because your scent is on it and it helps him de-stress.

[phighter-kisser]

YANDERE GRIEFER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

anon i love you /p

you didnt specify what you wanted so,, i sort of bullshitted my way through this mb

i tried to make it yandere, but i think i ended up being more like 'sadistic griefer' than anything else. i do want to try this again sometime though!! it was surprisingly fun to think about.

player/reader/you is not very nice in this me thinks

throughout all your days travelling; fighting your way through mutliple enemies to defeating a half-frozen king only for him to turn into literal snow and bone, you never thought this would happen.

so much for trying to find and save builderman.

it started off fine enough, but things only seemed to have downgraded when you hit bigfoot by accident with your jeep.

the mayor was kidnapped by his own son and his pet monkey (seriously, who the hell names their kid 'brad'? no wonder this guy turned to evil.) - it seemed.. fine, nothing you couldn't handle.

your wooden sword was replaced with an iron one (even if you had to go through a pissed off bigfoot to get it.) you could defeat enemies more easily now. it felt like some sort of upgrade in a video game, if that made any sense. you doubt it didn't.

but then, brad.. or, fuck.. wait, what did he call himself? griefer? thats a dumb name also. but moving on.

griefer, especially when you first met him, was incredibly pissed off just by you being here, trying to 'save' his father. talking about these 'voices' of his. they wanted him to kill you.

huh, that sounds rather familiar.

not the first time someone wanted you dead, or-- at least, heavily injured.

then came the 'final' battle; right as you struck your sword, knocking him down, pointing your weapon at him-- he laughed, loudly, slowly getting up on weak legs despite your threats of harming him more.

he talked about forgetting this 'plan of his', raising the venomshank once more, only to stab himself in the leg while shouting.

"4LL 1 W4NT 1S Y0U"

fuck him, fuck this, you weren't even getting paid for this. you would've bolted straight out his disastrous bedroom if not for being stuck in place by the sight of him screaming curses, plantlife taking most of his body over starting from the leg.

colorful flowers blooming across the vines, a stark contrast to his personality.

he became more of a monster than he already was.

but, well, thats how you ended up here, lost in the middle of a jungle, running away from your current 'problem'.

when you first took off, he only cackled, spouting something about 'mouses and their fears.'

asshole. comparing you to a mouse.

just as you saw an opening, an exit, freedom-- a FUCKING VINE DRAGGED UP FROM THE GROUND AND GRABBED YOUR LEG.

welp, guess you're gonna die today.

dragging your (now rather limp) body back to him, clasping his hands together, a smirk on his lips, exposing teeth that seemed much sharper than before.

"T1MES UP M0US3."

his voice was like nails on a chalkboard. not a pleasant thing to listen to. especially now with you handing upside down by the leg,.

"why.. do you call me that?" your words only made him laugh more, his visible eye crinkling in delight. you wanted to punch him. hard.

"M0US3?"

"yeah, that. why mouse of all things?"

he paused for a moment, grinning wider, slowly walking towards you like a predator sizing up prey. (gee, hurry up grandpa, we don't have all day here.)

he reached forward and tapped your cheek, a satisfied noise leaving him.

"D3L1C4T3.. PL14NT. E4G3R T0 R0LL 0V3R 4ND D13. L1K3 4 PUPPET."

he frowned when you didn't react, brushing his (now much sharper) nails against the skin of your cheek, looking for any kind of reaction. any fear. any worry. any anger. but he saw none. yet.

with a small huff, he sharply dragged his claws against your cheek, making you writhe in pain, eyes widening when you felt the first droplets of blood on your skin.

"you fuckin' sicko!"

you shouted, reaching out to try and grab him, only for him to step back, amused, a sadistic glee in his eye.

"D0N'T F0RG3T WH0'S 1N C0NTR0L H3R3. 1 C4N K1LL Y0U 4NYT1M3 1 W4NT."

your lips curled back into a mild snarl. you'd much prefer him that over this.

"W3'R3 G0NNA H4V3 SUCH FUN T0G3TH3R."

[queersyourgender]

Robby and Jack are quite tall, while reader is a lot smaller, which makes reader feel very safe and protected most of the time, but also playfully annoyed when they get teased about not being able to reach the dishes.

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x GN!Reader x Jack Abbot — Height Difference

Notes: None! Just tooth-rotting shenanigans. Enjoy :)

———

Having not one but two partners who are much taller than you is, in your opinion, quite wonderful. The height difference meant that cuddling sessions either included you being completely enveloped in their gigantic embraces, or having your own arms completely full of people you loved.

On the other hand, it meant mortifying moments like these, where you find yourself caught out in the most awkward positions for your grown ass. “What in the hell are you doing?” Jack, who’s not supposed to be home yet, suddenly says from behind you, and you nearly take the entire cabinet door in your haste to grab something before you fall down.

Instead of stumbling, though, you instead very slowly turn to face him, a sheepish smile on your face as you stare down at his bewildered expression. “Hi,” you say innocently, like you’re not standing on top of the kitchen counter, holding a mountain of glass plates. “I’m… restacking the plates in order of biggest to smallest because it’s been bothering me.”

Jack blinks at you, the remnants of exhaustion from his night shift clinging to the edges of his shoulders dissipating and making way for trembling laughter. It doesn’t take him very long to break out into loud cackling, bending over and clutching his knees for stability as he laughs incredulously at the scene.

“What’s going on out here?” Robby’s sleepy voice joins the conversation as he walks down from your shared home’s hallway, smiling at the sight and sound of Jack’s laughter before directing his gaze to its cause. His eyes immediately widen as he jumps awake, moving closer to you with concern. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“That’s exactly what I said!” Jack wheezes, shaking his head and burying his face in his hands to hide how red it’s getting from his laughter. A quick glance at Robby’s baffled expression makes it so much worse, before he finally manages to get a grip and walk forward as well. “Baby, please come down before you hurt yourself.”

Your own face flushes with embarrassment and you elect to maturely respond to his amusement by sticking your tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry in his direction. “Laugh it up, you palm trees,” you hiss, though it lacks any actual heat, because Robby’s now started chuckling in disbelief as well. “Not everyone is fuckin’ nine-foot-something. I’m out here fighting wars just trying to organize our shit and you’re laughing at me.”

“Sweetheart, we’re not laughing at you,” Robby lies, blatantly at that, and the look on your face must tell him that you don’t believe him because he immediately backtracks. “Okay, we are, but you can’t see yourself right now. You’re adorable.”

Suddenly, the flash of a camera interrupts his compliment, and you make a horrified noise at the sight of Jack pocketing his cellphone. “You delete that!” You exclaim, absolutely mortified, but Jack just laughs and walks away further inside to get changed.

“Come and delete it yourself, shorty,” he teases, and it’s Robby’s turn to start cackling madly as he watches you scramble to set the plates down somewhere and chase after the other man.

[cyborg-franky]

How do the boys (Zoro, Law, Kid and Ace) try to impress the girl they have a crush on? How do they act when their love is around? 👀💕

I have just had a week of being uncreative so I hope I didn't get too rusty. And I hope you enjoy this <3

I made it gender neurtral. Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader Kid x GN Reader Ace x GN Reader

Law

He scoffs at the notion of showing off in front of anyone., let alone a crush. He’s not that kind of person. He doesn’t need to put on a show to impress you.

Law knows his superior intellect and amazing devil fruit are all he needs to impress you anyway.

Without realizing it, he’ll often info dump to you about the things he’s interested in, how to fix this bone, and how to treat that burn. 

He’s the kind of guy who needs you to know he’s the most intelligent person in the room.

That doesn’t mean there's nothing there, his crush means alot to him, and he can come across as an asshole when they are standing there listening to him over-explaining things.

He knows you think he’s a fantastic fighter. 

He doesn’t ask you what you thought of his moves, though. Instead, he listens intently to the chatter around the Tang, basking in your indirect praise and remembering what you liked about his performance the most. As long as you’re watching, he’ll aim to do better next time.

You are flattered he invites you to so many of his doctor duties, but you don’t need him to over explain taking blood, plus the needles, no thank you.

Zoro

Most of the time he’s not the type to go out of his way to impress anyone.

Maybe around his crush, he lifts heavier things, making sure their eyes are on him while he shows off.

But he’ll act like it’s nothing that he goes this hard every workout session.

When he’s resting, he flexes and gives you a little show.

Zoro thinks he’s smooth, but it’s really obvious to you.

How he smirked at your reaction when he picked up another weight seemingly effortlessly, though he could feel the strain.

He's the type of guy who is always lifting whenever his crush is around. 

He was still acting nonchalant as you complimented his form, impressed with how much weight he was pressing. 

He also loves to show off his sword techniques in front of you when a battle breaks out. His focus never wavers, but there is that little extra something he puts on just for you.

Kid

He’s a show-off, and he knows it. He gets louder and more volatile than usual. He has to make comments loudly to get your attention.

He works out in front of you whenever he gets a chance, putting on a theatrical display of his powers just for you. Not just in battle but as a general: Look what I can do! He claims he’s just fixing up the ship, but he needs your attention and praise as he swirls metal around in the sky, making things appear from thin air and turning junk into treasure.

“Get a load of this,” he barks, smirking as his metal arm grows. His massive fist clenches as he eyes you up, greedily absorbing every expression. 

“Pretty fuckin’ impressive, huh?” Oh, you know he knows it is, but you humor him by agreeing. You see how he puffs up his chest proudly cackles as he sends junk flying, making sure you can see just how powerful he is.

Ace

Ace is strange, he’s both full of himself and lacks self confidence.

He’s on the striker, enjoying the nice weather and playing around with the waves, just needing off the main ship, doing tricks on his personal boat.

“Oh wow, Ace!” his attention snaps to you as you watch him.

That’s when he starts trying to impress you, knowing you like what you see. “Oh yeah? Check this out then!” He calls, a big grin on his freckled face. He uses his fire to power the striker, going faster and faster, fighting against the waves as he pulls off more complicated and challenging tricks, all for you.

His attention is always half on what he’s doing and how the expression on your face changes with each stunt, getting more daring.

He loves it, loves your claps, adores how you gasp, knowing you care about him. Everything goes to his head as the tricks get elaborate.

He always tries to show off whenever you're around from that day forward.

[quitesins]

Deku’s Type!

Masterlist

Tags: 18+, Sfw-ish, short drabble, fem!reader, aged up! characters, teacher! Deku, kinda vulgar and fucky, im gonna tag misogyny, reader is said to be “fucked in the head” whatever you want that to mean ^0^!

The boys gather round for drinks and discuss the type of women Deku seems to be fond of, much to his dismay…

“Sounds like Deku’s type,” Katsuki says, smirk in his voice.

Izuku frowns. “I do not have a type.”

Now that makes the table still for a second, not long enough for Izuku to predict the thoughts of his friends, but enough for the rest of the guys to come to the same conclusion.

Katsuki, Denki and Sero are the first to burst out in laughter. Katsuki’s cackle the loudest of them all.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Katsuki laughs so hard he doesn’t even care that Denki is half laid over him, “You don’t see that shit?”

“Come on…” Denki says, still slapping Katsuki’s thigh as he laughs, “you have such a type!”

Izuku frowns, sterner, deciding to ignore the immature three and turning to his other friends for support. Both Iida and Shouto look away, their expressions telling.

“I do not have a type,” Izuku reiterates, firmly.

Katsuki shakes his head, finally shoving Denki off him. “All those girls you’ve dated? Exact fuckin’ same.”

Even Tokoyami turns his head, eyes never leaving his drink but twinkling with an unfamiliar mirth.

“What does that even mean?!” Izuku exasperates, looking around for a single ally.

“It means,” Mineta chimes in, and although Izuku enjoys his company, he already knows he’s about to hear something deplorable, “you like them sick in the head!”

Shouto can’t hold in his sputter, finally contributing to the conversation— with a laugh. The rest of the table is hooting, a few groans at the wording but nothing at the sentiment. All while Izuku looks absolutely scandalised, clutching his chest, eyes wide open.

“That’s horrible!” Izuku cries, so stunned he can’t even trail off into one of his signature rambles in defence, “that’s- that’s. What?!”

“All the girls you’ve liked man…” Sero starts, “they’re not exactly little miss sunshines are they.” He stops, which Izuku almost takes reprieve in until he continues, “you seem to like them a little off putting.”

“Yeah so he can fucking fix them,” Katsuki snorts.

“It’s your saviour complex,” Denki adds, chin tilted up, trying to look profound.

Izuku is quick to interject, waving his hands around. “You’re the pro heroes.” The poor boy tries his best to convince. “We all have saviour complexes!”

“Not like you do, mon chéri,” Aoyama tuts, then winks before saying, “Hero of Japan.”

“Izuku, They do still call you an honorary pro.” Shouto is trying to be nice, Izuku thinks. “And I’m sure your students think the same.”

Izuku grimaces, he knows he’s always had a complex that encompassed so much more than just his dreams to be a hero, but he doesn’t need it sullied by… that.

“Don’t ruminate.” Katsuki presses a drink into Izuku’s hands. “You like women a little fucked up, so what.”

Katsuki’s words do nothing to comfort Izuku, instead it has Denki and Mineta laughing all over again while Kirishima attempts to calm them down. Iida scolds Katsuki a little, doing a half bow in apology to the passing waiter clearly peeved by all the noise. Deku pays no attention, beginning to spiral in his head.

It feels wrong to view the women of his past that way. To view you that way. But he’s not an idiot, maybe a little blind at times but now that the proof is there— oh god—

“Listen, Midoriya, I am sure there are many reasons you have loved the women you have.” Iida notices the growing dread upon Izuku’s face. “You also like to save people. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Tokoyami and Shouji nod in agreement, Ojiro giving his own sympathetic smile.

“Yeah bro.” Kirishima raises a fist in camaraderie, though it’s definitely out of pity. “It’s manly to take care of others!”

“Think he does more than care for ‘em,” Katsuki slickly adds, in an artful voice that Izuku is more than familiar with, “the fucker gets off on that shit.”

This time, it’s Shouto who scolds him, Katsuki’s implications clear enough for even him to catch on. They rest of the guys begin to bicker in the background, one half in defence of Izuku’s less than innocent tastes in women, the other intent on making fun of the golden boy for once.

Though the attention is finally off him, it does not help Izuku feel any better.

Because there’s a thought that lingers… it’s a sick thought, a terrible, horrible, awfully honest thought.

Shit, he does like them a bit fucked up.

My truth is i still don’t know how to punctuate dialogue… pleek don’t look and none of dat…

Anyways I kind of wanna elaborate on Deku’s hero complex coming out in other ways in the 8 years of studying and becoming a teacher, like someone has to deal with it…

[vinnyvamppp]

may i perchance request rex x fem!reader x eve? like set s1 where instead of cheating, rex learns to COMMUNICATE with eve and they start picking up girls together #couplegoals

Two's Company, Three's Dangerous

Note: I love this??? Its healing the annoyance I felt for Rex in season one. This is my canon now. (Mark in the bg LMFAOOO)

Warnings: Suggestive themes & flirtation, Strong language, Corny Dialogue (I cackled), Mild Sexual Tension, Changes For Plot Convenience, Threesome dynamic, etc.

Synopsis: Three’s not a crowd—it’s foreplay. When Rex and Eve decide to start pulling girls together, they don’t expect you to walk in and flip the game on its head. Now you're all tangled in teasing, tension, and a whole lot of trouble they can't stop chasing.

Rex Splode x Atom Eve x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,196

It starts the same way most of Rex’s ideas do: loud, impulsive, and almost immediately a bad idea. “Look, all I’m saying is—it’s not cheating if we’re both in on it.” Rex lounges on Eve’s couch, tossing popcorn into his mouth like he’s solving world peace instead of pitching a threesome. “You’ve gotta admit, you miss flirting.” She shoots him a look. “I miss the fire.” That makes him pause. “I miss feeling like I was… chasing something. Not just bad guys, but possibility. Something new.” She shifts slightly. “Now we suit up, save the world, come home. Lather, rinse, repeat. And I love you, but…” He quirks a brow. “You’re bored.” “I’m craving something,” she admits. “And I don’t know what it is, but it’s not this.” Rex sits up, tossing the remote aside. “So let’s find it. Or her. Whatever the hell you’re talking about, we’ll chase it together.” She blinks. “You’re okay with that?” “Eve.” He gives a crooked grin, head tilting. “You think I’d turn down the chance to pick up girls with you? This could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” She narrows her eyes. “Your best idea was a flamethrower guitar.” “Exactly.” He claps his hands. “We’re overdue for something fuckin’ unhinged.” Three bars and a rooftop mixer later, Eve is regretting everything. Everyone they meet is either desperate, oblivious, or already half in love with Rex before they realize Eve is part of the package and not just a bystander. He’s charming, yeah, but in that loud, golden-retriever-who-sells-vape-pens way. And Eve, despite herself, tries. She leans in. She smiles. She even lets Rex do that thing where he says they’re “taking applications.” Nothing. And then you show up.

They stared, completely enamored. You exuded a boisterous confidence that demanded attention. The smooth sheen of your skin glistened under the dim lights, while your hips swayed slightly with allure. Your hair framed your delicate features, and the sound of your heels clicked loudly against the bar floor as their vision tunneled. The most striking detail, however, came from your eyes. Though your appearance was delicate—almost cute—the intense glare held within them was distinctly predatory. You don’t look at them right away. You order your drink, slow and unhurried, like you’ve done this before—like you enjoy making people wait. You don’t need to scan the room to know you’re being watched. Until your gaze drags over Rex first, unimpressed, then lingers on Eve for a little too long. You can feel the energy shift, like a current humming between you three. Rex elbows Eve lightly. “Holy, shit. Target acquired. Did you see that?” Eve snorts into her drink. “You’re imagining things.” “Nah, nah—don’t gaslight me, Eve. That was a full-body scan. I’ve watched less intense security checks at the airport.” “She’s gonna eat you alive,” Eve murmurs, lips curving. “That’s half the fun.” You finally turn, catching their eyes in one lazy glance. You take in the matching drinks, the too-casual spacing between them, and the subtle lean of Eve’s leg angled toward Rex’s. The way they’re utterly entangled in one another yet insistent with their gaze.

It starts small. A glance that lingers too long. A hand reaching for a drink at the same time, knuckles brushing, and neither of you moving away. Eve’s smile grows when you mirror the way she tips her glass, when your tongue flicks out to taste the rim like hers just did. Rex catches it, that silent mimicry, and his gaze drags across both of you—lazy, appraising, and somewhat hungry. No one says anything, but the air feels heavier with each breath. You cross your legs; Eve mirrors you.

Rex licks his lips. You’re not touching, not yet, but tension is definitely pressing in between the silence and the smirks. Rex’s hand slides lazily across the back of Eve’s chair, fingers brushing her bare shoulder like he’s just resting them there, but there’s nothing casual about the way she shifts into the contact. It was a performance. Despite their prior arguing, the two shared heated kisses, all to entice.

Your voice cuts through the teasing. “So,” you say, smiling slowly to yourself, “you two scouting or just bored?” Rex grins like he’s been caught red-handed. “Depends. You offering a distraction?” “I’m offering nothing,” you reply, sipping your drink. “But I am very curious.” Eve watches you now, like really watches. The way your confidence settles around you like a silk robe. The way your eyes flicker, assessing and amused. You’re dangerous in a way that doesn’t need powers. “What are you curious about?” she asks. You lean in slightly as if sharing a secret. “You two always argue like a divorced couple, or am I just lucky tonight?” “Oh, fuck you—“ Rex sputters. Eve just laughs—low and unexpected. It startles her, that you got under her skin so fast. That she wants to hear more. “You’re quick,” she says. “And you’re not subtle,” you reply, tapping her glass. “Next time you flirt, try not to stare at my mouth the whole time.” Rex whistles. “Okay. Damn.”

Eve just blinks. Slowly. Then exhales, smiling like you’re a puzzle she’s already halfway solved. “What’s your name?”

You tell her. Rex repeats it under his breath like a prayer. “Goddamn. Even the name’s hot.” You toss him a look. “Careful, I bite.” He grins. “Yeah, well, I bark, whimper, and fuck. Match made in heaven, right?” Eve sighs into her cocktail. “Please stop talking.” You slide off the stool, slow and deliberate. “I’m not a prize,” you say. “But I might be worth the chase. So, earn it.” You lean in, pressing a kiss to Rex’s cheek—mock-sweet, just enough to short-circuit him while your fingers drag slowly down Eve’s wrist, leaving a shiver in their wake. Both of them wear matching smirks, the kind that try too hard to cover how rattled they are. Without waiting for a word, you turn on your heel and strut toward the exit, leaving heat in your wake and satisfaction in your step. You’ve had your fun. For now.

Rex insisted on a steakhouse. Eve tried to veto it. You suggested sushi just to see who’d squirm harder. In the end, you’re all at a loud fusion place with flashing neon and absolutely no privacy. Perfect. “So,” you say, picking at an appetizer with elegant fingers. “What’s your strategy? Good cop, bad cop? Hot mess and stone-cold killer?” Eve smirks. “I’m not cold.” “You’re ice in heels,” you counter, and she looks… pleased? Rex coughs. “And I’m the hot mess?” “You’re wearing sunglasses indoors.” “I’m mysterious.” “You’re hungover.” You’re winning. Every line lands. Every glance makes Rex stammer or Eve flush. You lean forward, drink in hand, and say things with a smile that could kill. You never touch them, but the way you look at them? It’s almost worse. Eve watches you, not even pretending to hide it anymore. She likes the control you have. Likes the way you disarm her without even trying. She finds herself mimicking your posture, drinking when you drink. She’s leaning too close. And for once? She doesn’t care. Rex, on the other hand, is falling apart. “I don’t get it,” he mutters. “You’ve roasted me for two hours straight, and I still want you to like me.” “I do like you,” you say sweetly. “I just like watching you sweat more.” Eve hides her laugh in a sip of water. As the night winds down, Rex finally blurts, “So… do we get a second date?” You lean back, fingers tapping your glass. “You haven’t earned it yet.” He groans. “But,” you add, sliding your phone across the table, “you could try again.” You stand, this time with intent. Eve’s eyes follow every move. You brush past her chair, fingertips grazing her shoulder—not enough to be a promise. Just enough to be a reminder. Then you're gone. Again. And they are left there, dazed and enchanted. Rex slumps. “She’s gonna wreck us.” Eve smiles, slow and dangerous. “I hope so.” A/N: I cringed a few time too, I know, but to be cringe is to be free 🐎

[archangeldyke-all]

Desperately need my wife Sevika to hold me by the throat while she fucks me all slow and deep until i’m squirming and whining. Bonus points if she doesn’t let me move too much and tells me how pretty my pussy looks around her strap-

but i’m totally calm about her what do you all mean- i’m totally normal and calm.

- Pythia

ooooooh my god. i' mso normal.

men and minors dni

"sev-- 's too big!" you whine, desperately clawing at the sheets as you try to scoot away from your wife.

sevika grins and tugs your hips back down the bed, forcing you to take her to the hilt. she growls and you squeak, moaning and blubbering as she starts fucking you mercilessly. "quit squirming, baby, 'm tryna make you feel good."

you shiver, your words lost to the feeling of sevika stretching you out. she's smiling sweetly down at you like she's not ruining you right now, gently pecking your calf where it rests on her shoulder while her hands claw at your hips hard enough for you to be certain you're bleeding.

"you're ridiculous." she giggles eventually, her eyes fondly watching your cunt stretch around her strap. you just moan. "actin' like you can't take it-- like you weren't fuckin' beggin' for it ten minutes ago-- i know you baby. 'd you forget? i know how much you can take. i know how to make you scream--" you cut her off with just that-- a loud wail filling the bedroom when sevika starts rubbing your clit as she continues pounding inside you. sevika lets out a cocky little chuckle. "i know how much you fuckin' like it."

"sev, sevika!" you squawk, trying again to run away from her as she rearranges your guts.

"quit squirming." she grunts, smacking your ass. you whimper.

"can't help it! you're in my stomach!"

"'s it hurt?"

"n-no but--" the moment the word leaves your lips sevika's smile gets even eviler, and she stops her hips movements only to quickly rearrange your limbs, wrapping your legs around her hips, using one hand to keep you clinging to her, while the other trails up your body, briefly pausing to pinch your tits, before wrapping around your throat.

the moment she starts squeezing, you start to cum.

sevika cackles as she fucks you through your first orgasm, letting go of your throat long enough for you to gasp a breath of air, before ducking down and kissing you.

it's more like she's fucking your throat with her tongue-- just grunting into your open mouth as her hand cradles your jaw gently, greatly juxtaposing the way she's fucking into you.

"fuck, i wanna get you pregnant." sevika huffs against your lips. you whimper. "you're just so fuckin' cute, i can't fuckin' help myself. wanna ruin you."

"you are." you moan out eventually-- finally catching your breath from your last orgasm. sevika hums happily.

"'s good?" she asks.

"fuckin' perfect." you sigh. "fuck, sev, i love you so much. 'y fuck me so good."

"i know baby." sevika sighs happily, leaning back down to kiss you sweetly before she starts hammering into you again. you gasp. "i know." sevika repeats.

she brings her hand back around your throat, holding you in place while she starts to chase her own pleasure, her eyes locked on you, tracking every twitch and jump she pulls from you, her smile growing when your thigh starts to spasm as you get close.

"you gonna cum?" she asks. you nod underneath her. sevika grins. "fuck, me too. i dunno how you do it-- y' get me so fuckin' worked up baby, just watching you be all pretty, fuck-- shit, i'm gonna knock you up."

"sevika!" you sputter. she giggles.

"go ahead, baby. cum all over my cock and i'll fill you up with my babies."

you gasp and cum again, and the moment you do, sevika groans and collapses on top of you, cumming deep inside of you while you cling to her.

"fuck." you giggle. sevika snorts in your throat.

"fuck." she agrees. "shit, baby, you had my fuckin' legs shaking this entire time y' feel so fuckin' good. gimmie five minutes to catch my breath 'n we're goin' again." sevika sighs, settling in on top of you for a cat nap. you burst into laughter.

"sevika, you can't sleep inside me!"

"why not?" she asks, pouting down at you. you snort.

"'cause five minutes'll turn into two hours and then we'll wake up and you'll've been inside me for half the day. i'm not trying to be that sore tomorrow."

sevika huffs and reaches out for her phone, tapping a few buttons before throwing it on the other side of the bed. "there. i set a timer. happy?" she asks.

you grin. "deliriously."

sevika's responding smile is so sweet it gives you butterflies.

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[evilminji]

Ngl, I'm kinda really big on "Accidentally Fixing Things While I Was Off, Minding My Business/Indulging My Hyper Fixation"

With a side of "huh, why do I hear jaws music?" *Og!Protagonist Approach-ith*

Cause like? Who WOULDN'T want to play around with QI? Talismans? Get REAL deep into the esoteric Cultivation Lore??! What do you MEAN "boring", native to this universe!? This shit is MAGIC! We're literally playing with MAGIC here! I can write squiggles on a peice of paper and BEND REALITY! Concentrate REAL hard and have the universe around me just... shrug and OBEY!!!

That's SO COOL!

Sweet backflips and flying swords! Mythic animals! Forget being a wizard, this is WAY better! *cackles in glee*

Imagine if a SI-OC aims for a Peak that was never even brought up in Cannon! The Talismans and Artifacts (don't get them started. Yes, it's both two seperate fields. But somehow ALSO a spectrum? And can be both at once, depending on the age of the object? No one else is quite sure...) Peak. She finds her people.

First you study the general, then you specialize.

Everyone there can info-dump for HOURS on their niche field of study! Lots of cross Peak cooperation! Half of them are never ON Peak because they can't MOVE their objects of interest! Gotta study them at location! Which, yes, includes hidden realms! AND THE CREATION OF THEM.

Their last Peak lord? Fuckin DIED to Tianlang-jun's sealing. Their CURRENT Shizun? Hates the Old Palace Master with the fury of ten thousand suns. Bastard just... just DUMPED a project like "seal a Heavenly Fucking Demon Emperor" on everybody LAST MINUTE. And WIPED OUT an ENTIRE GENERATION of Masters.

If ANY of them work with ANYONE from Hau Haun? They are DEAD to him.

DEAD.

So like.... fuck those guys. It's the formal stance of her Peak. Fuck those guys forever. *spits*

Oc agrees. Cause wtf. That sounds like it was unreasonable and deeply fucked up. And that kid of demon? SUPER dangerous! Good thing there aren't any more of them! She says... having never read the book. Either one. Granted, things KINDA sound familiar? In that her brother used to talk about a series from overseas he was slowly moogle translating to read.

But like? It's the Multiverse. Not impossible odds. Maybe her soul just clung to a Cultivation Universe that VAGUELY sounded familiar, over the countless that DID NOT. Not like she knows how Reincarnation works...

Anyway~ Back to her projects!

She's industrious AF. Exceeds her Talisman goals. Constantly. Which means she gets to keep or sell the extra (it's motivation to work hard). She likes to give some to people who look like they need um. Like that miserable kid on Qing Jing. She sees him every time she stops by to hit up their, frankly, Gucci Library. VERY fancy.

Here, kid, have some warming and protection talismans. Perimeter alert ones. Kinda weird you go through so many, but meh, I don't know your life. Want one of my practice Qiankun pouches? It's ugly af. But since our peak makes them, I gotta practice.

The kid gives her snacks. They're pretty good, not gonna lie.

He IS... kinda creepy though. Very "you should skip school tomorrow" quite kid with too intense eye contact. You... uh... you GOOD, kiddo? Wanna talk? Should... should she, like, do something about this, or.....

No, no! He insists. With the flattest, fakest smile she's ever seen outside of a Serial Killer. He's Fine™! No need to worry about HIM!

......okay, but, see, when you SAY shit like that....

Creepy™ "probably gonna murder everyone on Qing Jing" kid aside? She has a GOAL! Wants to make a MEDICAL Hidden Realm! Yeah, that's right!! See, you can dictate the "rules" of reality (somewhat) inside the Realm you create, right? SO! It occurred to her! She should make a Realm?

That DOES NOT ALLOW QI DEVIATIONS!

Something that forces the Qi inside one's body to smooth and heal! Calm and rich! Like Ling Xi caves but for healing instead of breakthroughs! It could be a lifesaving realm, where one goes to ride out a Qi Deviation or face their heart demons! In an environment that will not ALLOW them to fatally spiral!

Of course, she needs to find a whole bunch of rare and soothing legendary flowers to plant. Trees, too. A couple rare beasts, known for their intensely soothing auras. Just... REALLY stack the odds. THEN off course, she'll have to lay the ground work of the realm itself. Find a good place to PUT it!

Maybe Qian Cao Peak? Or could she connect it to to the Ling Xi to take advantage of the natural Qi and protection the mountain itself gives? She would need permission either way... she should draft a consultation request...

All this? As the immortal conference gets closer and closer. Fate LOOMS.

Only to slide wildly off the rails, as she get approved by THE SECT LEADER to make her "Anti-Qi-Deviation Realm" in the Ling Xi Caves as her final project. Her Master Work as an Inner Disciple, as it were, Proof of studies and skill. All HE saw was "anti-Qi-deviation" and thought "this could totally help Xiao-Jiu". Immediately gave the go ahead.

(And as for Lui Qinggi? This is NOT a new idea of hers. She'd long gotten Mu Qingfang on board. What luck, for EVERONE involved, he was in the caves that day. Once again looking for a good place to anchor the realm, for a maximum effect to ease of access ratio.)

She anchors the Realm. Starts planting like mad. Transferring her legendary Soothing Plants and Soothing Trees. Constructing a few buildings in accordance to the feng shui MASTER she hunted down and consulted. Requests Shen-shibo himself come and be in charge of paintings and other decorations, as he IS the master of the scholars peak.

(And most at risk of a Lords or a Qi Deviation. So would be a splendid test case.)

(Is what she does not say...)

(But they are both aware of anyway.)

And? Shen Jiu? Has... never felt so calm and safe in his LIFE. Unnatural! Doesn't like it. Disgusting. What coddling nonsense! He's never going... going... to go... *stands at the entrance and glares, like the realm personally offended him* *carefully inches back inside like an abused cat*

He stops paying attention to his peak almost immediately. Yes, he does his job. But... his brain is no longer wrapped up in it. Obsessive over it. Constantly comparing and jealous and spiteful. Don't get him wrong! He's still a petty, spiteful, bitch of a man. But...

True, restful sleep? Changes a man. The complete lack of constant minor Qi Deviations, like mini-seizures, in the night. Throughout the day. Constantly wearing him down, tearing him down. Exhausting him and hurting. That... gentleness. Calm. Escape from pain, which he has lived with for so, so long.

What was he doing? Comparing himself to brats?

Being jealous of and competitive of tiny little IDIOTS. They're morons! He's a Peak Lord. He's WON.

He starts ignoring Bingge. Noticing things he'd overlooked before, in his exhaustion. Like the fact that his daughter is, apparently, very susceptible to rumor mongering and not AWARE she is just and ONLY his daughter. (Ying-er, sweetie, Baba loves you... but sometimes you make him very tired...) (also it will be a cold day in hell, when he allows to to marry that little cretin. Chose better.)

Oc? Getting SLOSHED with Mu-shibo! WOOOOO~☆ we DID IT!!! The Realm was a SUCCESS! We're GENIUSES! We can't wait to see how this develops!!! *celebrating noises*

Immortal Conference, happens. SI-OC? Just graduated. Missed it. Meh... it should be fine. Still... here, kiddos. Her backlog of Talismans and pouches. Never know when that might be useful! Oh, hey, Creepy I mean, that Kid from Qing Jing who thankfully hasn't killed anybody yet! Still got the Weirdly Intense Eye Contact, I see! You all packed?

....that's... a little light.

Here, Talismans and Pouches, just like the kids from her Peak. Stay safe, okay? There's food and water in there. Medicine too. Some emergency blankets. Flares and stuff. Don't hesitate to use um. They are made to be used. Everybody be good!

And remember! This conference isn't worth your life!

[♡Luo Binghe Will Remember This♡]

W...why do I hear jaws music? Hello? Helloooo?

Cause like? Shen Jiu? Doesn't throw him in. He's too busy saving students he Actually Cares About. You know... like a RESPONSIBLE Peak Lord. But does that STOP fate? Ha! No. Down Binghe goes! With a bunch of pouches he begged of Talisman Peak disciples who were dropping out. Since... they didn't need them... *puppy dog eyes* c-could he steal borrow them?

He ends up in the Abyss with a small warehouse of supplies. Which is GREAT! Will get him through this hellscape!

Assuming he can protect it.

Every meal. Every night of sleep where he DOESNT have to twitch at every sound, thanks to the talisman arrays. Every drop of clean water. Scrap of medicine. It's a reminder of the One(1) Sister who was nice to him at no cost. Didn't want to fuck him, use him, in some way. Have him a part, like some sort of emotional crutch. Was just... kind. For the sake of kindness.

Saw him, not the mask he wore, and recognized he'd be strong. (Why else would she look so wary?) And he wants and wants and Wants AND WANTS.

Aren't I strong, now, Shixiong? Aren't you so very proud of me? Look how powerful Luo Binghe has become! I came back for you. Brought back the things you gave me. A little stained, but that's okay. We can make new ones. Can finally move on. No more Cang Qiong. Isn't it great? Tell me it's GREAT, Shixiong.

Please stop running. Or I'll have to burn the mountain down.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj @spidori @leftnotright

[sordidmusings]

mihawk strikes me as the type to hide any hickies that he got but admire them in private, shanks would shamelessly show them off in public, while robin is more casual and doesn't get embarrassed if someone points it out and says point blank that she made out with you and it was very nice (sanji is crying).

YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Also that ending is sENDING ME DJFJFJFJFFK if you’re afab then Sanji would definitely be stuck struggling if those were tears of joy for knowing it happened or tears of pain that he’ll never be a part of it. Probably more of the latter. If you’re amab then those are 100% grade A, bonafide Tears of Despair 💀

Mihawk, Shanks, and Robin Hickey Headcanons

Thinking about the Mihawk, you’d have to be Smart about where you put those hickies (thighs thighs thighs-) since he’s always Tits Out and Collar POPPED. I think if he showed up with a fully buttoned shirt or turtleneck it would be more suspicious than him saying the bruises were from training 💀 (I mean maybe it was true - you could’ve been training him to let you fully take charge for once 🤷🏼‍♀️). The thought of him admiring them is what really grabs me in this. I like to think the betrayal that Oda hints at in Mihawk’s background is related to a past love (many good daydreams from this lol) so him healing enough from that to take the time to admire a mark of intimacy?? Feel satisfaction looking at a physical reminder that you belong to each other?? Find comfort in being your partner and enjoying being wanted and owned by you??? Happy brain 🫠🫠🫠

Shanks being the resident manwhore is Gospel dude and I fuckin LOVE him for that 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 here for the energy and the good times lol I imagine that he just showed them first cuz he didn’t care to hide them. Why would it matter?? It’s obvious he’s a man with a large appetite for debauchery both light and heavy and they’re all adults on the ship so there’s no problem. Then he found he enjoyed all the jokes, whether in his favor or at his expense, whenever his crew caught a peep of an exceptionally dark or large one or an excessive art project coloring his neck and chest. But once he got with you he enjoyed it even more. He was proud edging on smug whenever others saw the marks you’ve left on him. He got to have you and they didn’t. Better yet they also got to see just how much you enjoy him. Why would he ever hide that??

R O B I N 😩 I HAVE A NEED OKOK AND OML I WAS CACKLING AT THE “and it was very nice” HDHFHFJD SO HER AND SO FUNNY 💀💀💀 imagine that conversation being how the crew finds out you’re together. They just thought you were Close Friends. And I mean they’re not wrong, there’s just some extra activities. And maybe a new type of devotion to go along with the friend one. Whoopsies 🤷🏼‍♀️. Honestly maybe even extra points if it’s also the convo where you get together because the making out just kind of Happened and you’ve been agonizing over the “what does it mEAN???” and “how do I talk to her about this???” Then she’s just like “yeah we kissed and it was great :)”. Oh so this isn’t a big secret?? She’s not ashamed?? It was great 👀 over the howls of Sanji you manage to ask her to meet with you after breakfast for a convo (and more time enjoying some “very nice” activities)

Complete side note on Robin - since sensation but not wounds seem to transfer from her copies and extra limbs/etc. that would be insanely convenient to go buck wild while also being able to be completely discrete. Of course you don’t get the same advantage 😔 which I’m sure she’d exploit to have fun watching you react to them being pointed out by the loud mouthed captain like every time (“Luffy I tOLD you already - we weren’t leaving you out of sparring!”) or maybe a nosy navigator heheheh

And on an angstier note, having gone so so so long without love, I bet physical reminders of any kind help her feel like it’s real and that’s she’s not just going to wake up and find out it was all a dream. There’s also a promise in visible proofs of love, sometimes even ones as ~scandalous~ as hickies, that you want that love and you’re proud of that love. I think Robin would find a lot of solace in anything that helps her know you’re happy and proud to love her.

Really enjoying these and may do some little vignettes of them! Undecided if I wanna throw some others in there 🤔 maybe if any Grabs Me while I think more about it haha or if anyone is possibly interested 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for sending in your thoughts dear anon❣️I’ve had so much fun with them!!!! Sending love and hugs 🤍🤍🤍

Part of my little celebration!

[gerardsbest]

Our Lady of Sorrows

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Chapter 1

Relationship: Gerard Way x Reader. Frank Iero x Reader

Tags: love triangles, slow burn, meet-cute, angst, fluff, falling in love, unrequited love, love confessions, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, awkward flirting, love at first sight

Summary: Gerard goes to a venue hosting local artists on a whim one day and sees you. Completely enamoured, he makes it his mission to see you again.

You see him, too. And you wonder what made him stand so close to the stage.

Frank sees the both of you.

(or the formation of mcr but you're there, and you have a special bond with gerard. frank is your long time friend, and the reason you got into music)

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It all started with a gig.

There was an event held for up-and-coming artists held at the local theater. Everyone who had even the tiniest bit of footing in the world of music was to attend. You were no different, and you and your band were giddy with both excitement and nerve since it would be your first ever real gig.

Like, one with an actual crowd. At an actual place that was meant for small concerts instead of the parks and basements you were used to. And more importantly, with people who had actual connections to people in the industry.

A chance to make it.

"Nervous?"

You turned to the side, "What do you think, Frank?"

Frank offered you a sip of his water, which you respectfully declined because even water felt like it would just regurgitate out of you at that moment.

"You have got to relax."

"Easy for you to say..."

"Look, you act like i'm some kind of fuckin'... master at this or something. But I'm not. I've only been at this band thing for two years now."

"And I've been at it for barely seven months now. This is our first real shot, don't you get it, Frankie? Mess up and we might as well be done."

Frank had switched out his clean bottle of water for a cigarette, you had to fan the smoke every now and then as the two of you sat in that cramped dressing room, "So what?" He said after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"So what if you lose your chance here? It's not like the world is gonna run out of shitty studio execs dying to dig their nails into any piece of fresh meat with an inkling of talent - which, trust me, you guys have got way more than an inkling."

"You think so?"

"Take it from the pro."

You scoffed, "I thought you said you're not a master in this."

"I'm a master at some things in this." He prefaced as he blew smoke right into your face.

"Asshole." You laughed, shoving him as you coughed and tried to waft the fumes away.

"Frank? We're on in five."

A bandmate of his, Pencey Prep's other guitarist poked his head in for a moment and Frank got up right away after smushing the cigarette into the tray, which looked like a disgusting hodgepodge of ash and black.

Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder, "Wish me luck?"

"Good luck, Frank."

"Not gonna watch me?"

"You kidding?" You got up as well, making a show of going over to the door and opening it for him all dramatically, like this was the first date and you were the stereotypical "man".

And as the stereotypical "lady", always one to play along with your bits, Frank did a curtsey and whispered a delicate, "Thank you." As he walked out.

You cackled, which made him break character and cackle even harder.

"What songs are you guys gonna play tonight?"

"Well, we only have a twenty minute set, so we had to be real decisive. All of our greats. P.S. Don't Write, Yesterday, Trying to Escape the Inevitable..."

"Oh, please tell me you're gonna perform The Secret Goldfish."

Frank stopped walking and made a full turn towards you, "You actually like that song?"

"Totally! I thought I'd told you before?"

"You didn't..." He trailed off, then began walking again. "Why that song?"

"I dunno. The lyrics are nice. They're personal. Relatable but also poetic, y'know?"

Frank didn't talk for a bit, and you looked over to see that he was making one of those faces he made when he was deep in thought. Usually, Frank made this face when he was in the middle of practicing or writing something. It was a combination of slightly pursed lips and a light narrow of his eyes, he could hold this expression for dozens of minutes at a time which you found fascinating. You wondered for how long he'd keep the face this time.

He broke it quite early, though, and started talking again like nothing happened, "Sorry to disappoint, but we won't be including that in out setlist tonight. The guys thought it was too mellow. And I must agree," Frank shrugged, your shoulders drooped slightly and he took notice of that. "Don't be so sad about it. If you like it so much, I can just play it for you on my own time."

You smiled, "That sounds nice, Frank."

"Tonight, then? I don't think this thing is gonna last too long. Unless you wanted to go to the after party, that is."

"You know parties aren't my scene."

He chuckled, "Right, right."

The two of you were at the edge of the door which led to the stage now. There were people rushing all around you; other bands, some staff members, even fans who'd been given the lucrative chance at going backstage with their favorite micro celebrity. The pure excitement on their faces was a sight to behold, especially as they were dressed in homemade merch to show just how deep their admiration went.

I want that, The thought echoed. Someday, I'll have it.

You turned your attention back to Frank, "Break a leg, Frankie."

"With the way I play? Maybe I will."

You give him an awkward side hug and send him off before immediately rushing back to find the exit and find your way into the crowd. Pencey Prep was small but had a loyal and rowdy fanbase, and you wanted to get at least close enough to be able to both have a good view while also not getting crushed in the moshpit.

Which was a hard rope to balance. 

So, you'd better hurry.

Pencey Prep was amazing. 

And you'd gotten out of the moshpit without any injuries this time! Well, your skin did get caught on the spikes of this one girl's jacket, which caused a scratch, but it was so minimal you wrote it off as nothing. Plus, she apologized profusely so all was well.

"Holy fuck, Frank, that was crazy good." You exclaimed once you made it backstage.

Frank was still sweaty as all hell, and he kind of reeked, "Really?"

"It was one of the best sets I've seen from you guys!"

Frank held a smile, the kind of smile where it was small but reached his cheeks so it was obvious that he was smiling. You loved that smile.

"You guys are gonna be big one day, I know it. I mean, god, your songs are played with such... fervent passion, y'know? And not to sound biased, but your guitar playing is just freakin' brilliant! Like, you play so well, of course, but it's the way you play. All crazy and high energy. Makes me wanna be a guitar player, too! And—"

"Alright, alright, you can stop with the praise fest, I get it," Frank held his hand up to you. "But thanks. Seriously. I mean, I'm Mr. Confident onstage, but I'd be lying if I said that things don't get at me."

You sat down beside him, "Things like what?"

"Like... is this really the right path? I've been at it for two years and I started this damn thing at seventeen for fun. Now, I'm nineteen and attending a pretty good university, but I skip so many classes and barely learn shit to pursue this," He gestured to his guitar. "And sometimes, when I'm here, on my feet and not flying around on some sweat-soaked stage, I ask myself - where do I go with this?"

There was a moment of silence. A long one which lasted at least fifteen seconds as you formed your thoughts on how to respond. 

"Well, like you said, you're nineteen. Still a teen, technically. And someone with his entire life still left to live."

Frank snorted, "That's the corniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life."

"It's corny because it's true," You retorted, and he shrugged at that. "Anyway, you didn't let me finish."

With a firm grip, you held onto Frank's shoulders and made him look at you, "Go at this gig for a bit more. Attend school, too. If it falls out and you decide this ain't the life you wanted, then great, at least you took the leap and tried to do something. Tried to pursue your passion in a way that was meaningful; if not for others, then for yourself. You're brave for that."

Frank didn't answer you. In fact, he cracked a smile and began chuckling to himself, which led to a full on half-hysterical fit of laughter, which made your cheeks all red.

You crossed your arms, "What a way to thank someone who was trying to comfort you. Ungrateful prick." 

"Sorry, sorry..." He wheezed. "Sorry, I... no, I... it was great advice. Awesome, even. And exactly what I needed if I can be, well, frank. It's just that it's so weird to see you this serious, and it's kind of jarring to see this side to you after you were pissing yourself from nerve earlier." Snorts and giggles followed this explanation, but at least he was genuinely smiling now.

"Whatever, then," You said under your breath, allowing a few moments to pass as Frank caught himself. "And, by the way, there was something untrue about what I said just now."

"What is it?"

You bit your lip slightly, then parted them slightly, to signify you wanted to continue, a detail Frank caught. 

Yet, you couldn't say it, so you just stood and paced around instead.

"Hello? What is it?" Frank interjected quickly, standing now, too. "C'mon, tell me! You can't just leave me hanging like this, the hell?"

"Give me a second, would you?" You hissed, blurting all the letters out at once.

Frank leaned against the dresser, playing with the strings of his guitar which laid flat against a wall. No stand or anything, just on the floor because Frank was just that kind of guy. 

Eventually, he let out an exaggerated sigh as he raised his eyebrow, beckoning you to continue.

"Okay, well. What I was trying to say was that, this whole... thing you're doing. You can know, if you decide to stop, that this was something you can look back on in like ten, twenty years from now and know that it was incredibly meaningful to at least one other person than yourself."

Being an emotive guy, Frank immediately raised both eyebrows and came all close, his eyes big and asking "what do you mean?"

You pushed past him and went to the door because the next part was too embarrassing to say when he was close like this, "That person is me," You put your hand on the doorknob. "And I'm about to go onstage in front of an actual crowd and actual scouts for the first time because of you. Keep that in mind, okay?"

🦇

"Wow, those guys were frickin' amazing."

"They really are a stand out amongst everyone we've seen so far. That guitarist is something else, don't you think?"

"Definitely," Gerard sighed, blowing out the cigarette fumes. It was stupid, but he just couldn't stop smiling. This. All of it was so exhilarating, so thrilling. The energy was so palpable and he so dearly needed it. "Hey, who's next?"

Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled up wad which unfolded into a colorful poster. His eyes scanned it for a moment.

"Oh, someone I don't recognize. They must be new."

"What're they called?"

"Mercy."

Gerard pursed his lips, nodding along, "Cool. Simplistic yet says the right message. I like it."

Mikey put the poster back, "Actually, now that I think about it, I think I have heard of them. On campus, maybe...? I swear I heard someone throwing around the word."

"Uh, maybe 'cause mercy's an actual word?"

"You know what I mean."

Did he? Gerard was sure he didn't, but didn't feel like pressing him further. Plus, the show was starting, and with a name like Mercy, he was pretty interested to see what sort of performance they'd come up with.

As Mikey said, they were new, so there weren't many who were too interested in being at the moshpit. People hung back and some even left. There was a visibly fewer number of people compared to the other bands. Gerard hoped it wouldn't discourage them too much.  

The lights dimmed, he saw five figures come onstage. Three with instruments— two guitars and a bass if he had to guess— one going to the back for the drum kit and one coming right to the middle where the mic was. It was too dark to see anything, so facial features were amiss.

They took a bit to set up, then everything came back on and Gerard could finally see the group for who they were.

Two guitarists, as Gerard had predicted, a guy and a girl. The bassist, a dude, was at the back and adjusting his strings while the drummer, who was even further back was rubbing her sticks with the base of her shirt. Finally, the singer, she was right at the front and middle but Gerard's eyes ended up going there last. She was a girl.

Gerard gulped. 

A really pretty girl.

A really, really pretty girl wearing this cute little white slip dress with tiny rhinestone decals, clearly sewn on by hand, slightly falling apart, but resembling a floral design. It was gorgeous and Gerard wondered if it was made by her hand specifically. 

He was so enamoured by this detail that he was nearly blown away when the guitars boomed through the speakers and full blast. The girl guitarist began, riff heavy as hell, nearly deafening. The dude guitarist was quite a ways calmer, but still not "calm". He was also loud as hell.

When the drums came in, Gerard swore he felt the whole place fucking shake. And the bass, which he always considered an underrated instrument came in, steadily placing itself as an obscure but needed backbone to this whole song,

Then, the vocalist began singing and Gerard thought to himself, Oh, that's why they're called Mercy.

Because she was angelic.

Despite the loudness, the near crassness of all the instruments, her voice, and its seraphim hue lay gently on top of it all, like an embrace. 

Gerard found himself inching closer to the stage. Lost in a siren's song.

No, not a siren. An angel.

The spotlight above her looks like a halo.

Gerard was at the edge, the closest he could get to the stage. His eyes were wide and looking up; at the band, at her and her covenant grace.