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[sweet-treat]

Wreck-it-tober prompt

Days 3 (King Candy) and 4! (Costume)

don't ask abt day 1 and 2......i forgor 😔

bonus sourbill in a costume! hes so cute i love him i want to eat him

prompts by the wir discord server :)

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[forsworned]

part one

cw: onlyfans!simon, canon universe, cybersex, solo sex/masturbation, being simon's good girl while he has some downtime, parasocial relationship???

author's note: and let me say this once to be clear, if you don't know how to ask for a part two properly without giving some sort of positive feedback and instead demand it from me you will get a verbal spanking from me and i will embarrass you, i do not care

Your breath catches as you gawk at your phone, rereading the message. The sensation of anxiety pricks at you causing you to perspire under your pits and the temple of your forehead.

The thought of him—TacticalHeat—or Ghost or whatever the hell his name is waiting on the other side, possibly stroking himself at the notion of you joining him on a private call sends a rush of arousal up your spine.

Ping!

TacticalHeat: You still there, lovie?

Oh, fuck. You card your fingers through your hair and let out a heavy exhale. It's awful timing really. Like getting caught with your pants down...literally.

Fingers sticky with lube and your own arousal, you stretch your limbs to open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a wet wipe to clean off your hands and get a gander at the state of your appearance. It's slightly disheveled, but honestly? In a super sexy bedhead kind of way.

You wipe the corners of your eyes to remove the accumulated smudged mascara from your gruesome work day and let a sharp expire through your nose. Well, if you were going to do this, you'd at least look hot doing it.

You: Yeah, I'm here.

TacticalHeat: So what do you think, lovie...you up for it?

"Fuck!" You exclaim to yourself, not realizing that your dumbass forgot to reply to his original message. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment, tracing circles in the air as you try to unscramble your mind.

You: Now works...what do you have in mind?

The three dots appear almost instantly like he's waiting for your response with the same fiery intensity that has you gripping at your phone.

TacticalHeat: I'll send you a link. I wanna see you, too.

Ghost has invited you to a Zoom meeting.

Your heart pounds rapidly against your ribcage, and you feel the heat sidling to your cheeks. You hadn't expected this to escalate so quickly, to be pushed into the spotlight. And yet, the idea of him watching you is thrilling.

With trembling fingers, you adjust the lighting in your room and the camera on your phone to ensure you're getting the best quality. One last look in the mirror to smooth out your hair, and make sure your top reveals a little cleavage before you tap on the link, muddying your phone screen with oils on your finger.

Twiddling with the tripod that sits by the edge of your bed as the link loads, you clip on your phone and sit back while you wait to get accepted. He wastes no time getting you out of the waiting room and you watch as the screen shifts, and suddenly, there he is. Simon's half-lidded gaze fixates on you, his familiar skull-mask in place, but this time it's different. He's relaxed, clad in a black loose-fitted henley that outlines his taut physique, and he's manspreading in light-wash denim jeans, hands exposed and you're already aching at the sight. It's an intimate setting and the atmosphere shifts when he gets a real gander at you. His gravelly voice sends a frisson up your spine:

"There's my good girl," he purrs, and just like that you're hooked.

There's a moment where your heart drops to your ass, and you let out a little shaky breath before giving him a shy smile. His gaze doesn't waver. It's intense and focused as he drinks in every detail of your appearance. You're half wondering what he thinks of you and half focused on the hoarseness in his voice when he calls you 'good girl'. How the blood rushes to your face and your trepidation tingles on your skin.

"Hi," You finally muster up and you swear his dark eyes light up, or maybe it's the delusion that spikes into your prefrontal cortex. "I'm a bit, um, surprised that you wanted to chat like this."

His mask warps in the corner of where you assume his lips are indicating a smirk. "I like a bit of spontaneity," he says, leaning closer to the camera. "Besides I wanted to see how you would handle this."

You avert your gaze for a moment, feeling hot all over again. He notes how you suck in your bottom and how your dilated eyes flicker all over the screen, a subtle sign that your adrenaline is pumping. He wishes he could hear your heart beating through the screen.

Your fingers delicately trace over your collarbone, "what do you wanna see?" your voice drops to a sultry whisper.

His eyes darken and he takes a slow breath as fixates on you, taking in all your subtle gestures and the silkiness in your dulcet tone.

"Show me how you've missed me," he rasps. "show me what you've been doing while you've waited for me."

Christ, you want to melt into your mattress. You knew it was a playful gesture to create a more intimate atmosphere between you two, even if it wasn't true.

The challenge in his tone exhilarates you with a hint of collywobbles that infest your tummy. With a quick glance at your full-size mirror mounted on your closet door, you begin to tug at the strap of your skimpy top, teasingly revealing enough of your skin to keep him riveted.

And it works.

As you continue, you can hear the jingling of his belt being unbuckled and the sound of his zipper going down.

Your blown eyes are entranced by how he frees himself from the waistband of his briefs and you’re driveling over how the muscles under the porcelain skin of his cock twitches. He tilts his head back, transfixed on how you’re exposing your pebbled bud to him.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, swallowing thickly as you squeeze your breasts between your fingers. “Every inch of you looks perfect, lovie.”

You practically fawn over his compliments. He’s praising you, watching you, getting off to you. And that feeling is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You feel liberated and exposed, knowing that he’s eagerly watching you as the lines blur. This feeling consumes you, consumes him, and soon you’re stripping off your panties and he doesn’t even bother to hide the groan that escapes his lips. 

“Look at you, absolutely stunning. Every bit of you…” His tone changes when you part your silken, glistening folds. “Touch yourself for me, lovie.”

It’s a demanding tone. One that sends a frisson up your spinal column and you feel the need to please, but there’s another side of you that awakens. The kind that crawls out when you’re being railroaded by a domineering man. 

“Say please,” You wave your wand around. 

He softly snorts at your attempt at trying to tame him, but he humors you, “Please, lovie. I crave ya.”

And that’s enough to inflate your ego. Your fingers switch on the vibrator and you tease it over your clit, bucking your hips at your sensitive clit. 

There’s a twitch in his eyes when they widen. Like the light in his head switched on. “So you’ve been playing with yourself, have you, pretty girl?” he coos, sitting up a bit more. Oh, you’ve really got his attention now. 

Your heart flutters at the same rate that your pussy does when you realize he takes note of your current over aroused state. “Maybe,” you give him a coquettish grin. 

As you take the initiative and push the boundaries with him, a rumbling growl emits from him. His gaze intensifies as they lock on yours with a mixture of surprise and approval. He loves a good brat.

“Is that so?” he susurrates, his tone oozes with amusement. He likes the way your pretty face glimmers with the excitement to satisfy him. “You wanna take control now, do you?”

He shifts in his seat. “Go on then, lovie.” he gestures to you, and oh how his dick creams at the sight of you shaking your legs on for, gasping at the vibrating sensation of your toy caressing your cunt. You’re really such a site for sore eyes.

“Such a pretty pussy,”he praises with a husky voice that makes your heart race. The saccharine moans that leave your lips as you spasms against the silicone while you instruct him to tug at himself. 

He obliges because how can he not when you’re looking so fucking luscious on the other side of the camera as you winsomely order him to smear the opulent precum that oozes from his angry, swollen tip. A little sob leaves your lips when you see how compliant he is, and how his chest shudders at your words and creamy cries of delight. 

“Just like that,” he encourages, pumping at himself and in an instant the tables turn, and you’re more than willing to let him take control. He pants at the sight of your parted, saliva-lacquered lips and lolled back eyes. “No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”

And that sentence alone leaves you breathless. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles, through his own labored breaths. The raw emotions in his voice makes it clear how much he’s affected by you, “God, you’re everything I want and more.”

And that does it for you because your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane and you feel your spine involuntarily arch in pleasure, peaked breasts splayed out as your pussy rapidly pulsates on full display for him. They bounce at your ragged breaths and throes of passion and he’s quick to follow, elongating the pleasure of your peak. His velvety, opulent cum spurts out in plentiful, white cords as he bucks his hips and throws his head back. His guttural moans are like music to your ears and you’re quaking at the pure rapture. 

There’s a long moment of silence as you both come down from your highs. A laugh leaves your lips, and a wry grin twitches at his features under his balaclava. You’re no longer dripping nerves. Your smile lights up the room, and his heart swells at the sight of your afterglow. Your confidence shines through and he’s still hard. Not a very common occurrence in the world of Ghost.

Your eyes flicker to his girthy cock and your grin spreads. His eyes follow yours and he chuckles and gently pumps himself, “not every day that happens.”

You cock a brow. “What the inviting me for a cybersex sesh, or the staying hard after cumming part?”

He barks out a hearty laugh, “Both I s’ppose.” he softly plashes. “Really got me goin’ there, lovie.”

And the nickname brings you back to life. Maybe you really were delirious because you can sense that his eyes display a different range of lingering emotions--persisting lust and a genuine admiration. You can’t help but to feel a little victorious as you watch him continue to stroke himself, even after the both of you reached your peak.

“Not everyday I meet someone who can keep up with me,” he rasps. He lets out a breath of satisfaction.

You tilt your head, a coy smile etches into your lips. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” you reply softly. There’s that sensual confidence seeping into your tone and it shows on your body.

He chuckles. It’s low and alluring and it causes gooseberries to trail up your skin. “That you are, lovie,” he counters, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His voice makes you feel warm and gooey. “Could get used to this…to you.”

The implication hangs heavy in the air making his interest in you clear and undeniable. Your heart skips a beat as the heat between you simmers again. It’s no longer the deviancy alone that tips him off, it’s the fact that he’s brought out a different side of you.  

“Maybe next time,” your voice is low and tempting as your eyes motion to his still-engorged length. “you’ll let me show you how much more I can handle.”

His smirk widens under his mask, and his hunger for you multiplies. “Count on it.” he replies with the promise of fulfilling that request.

You both share a yearning moment. The spark between you is electrifying and certainly obvious. You decide to make the first move as you sit up to hover your sticky thumb over the end call button, “Good night, Ghost.”

He chews at the end of his cheek and his eyes crinkle signaling that he was smiling wide. “Good night, lovie.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that this won’t be the last time you’ll see each other like this.

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[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x Reader)

Art by Capitanpoops (link keeps expiring QnQ)

A/N: Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p

Word Count: ~4 k

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to pamper yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your perfume. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful giggles burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling laughter, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your pretty eyes and pretty smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of orchid in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and amber at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You bopped his forehead with a finger in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is so pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh in a modest slip. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you giggled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how your body felt under his hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

Next->

[malka-lisitsa]

I am a low maintenance rp partner. I don't mind if you take your time, in fact I encourage you to because I intend on taking mine. I don't mind if you send me a link to a thread to ask about it, chances are its in my drafts, or queue, or I missed your reply- stuff happens you know?

I do not require a lot of ooc contact but I don't mind making new friends with low pressure conversation either. I can be slow with DMs but that's why I run a mutuals server (just ask) where I am very active and happy to talk. My object permanence is zero so if you think I'm ignoring you chances are you dm'd me and I didn't see or i did and clicked off the window and its gone forever till I remember to look.

Bottom line is, if we're mutuals I love interacting. Just send an ask or poke me about a thread. Just because I'm slow doesn't mean I don't want to interact. Just bc I missed your DM or forgot to respond doesn't mean I don't want to talk- I care about my mutuals. So if you've been nervous to reach out here is your sign that I don't mind. Ask me for my discord, send an ask, throw your muses at me I don't care. Just don't take my varying turn around time as indication that I don't care about you. My dash moves fast, my drafts pile up fast- I might miss it but it doesn't mean I don't care.

On the flip side I also don't mind if you don't keep consistent contact. A lot of us are introverts, a lot of us are shy, a lot of us have mental illness, and busy lives so I want you to know that there is no friendship decay with me either. If you drop off the face of the planet and come back I will always be happy to hear about your adventures. Rest assured there isn't an expiration date on your friendship with me.

[evertidings]

Sorry if I am absolutely blind and missed this somehow but, do you have a discord? I noticed there was a link here on tumblr, but when I click it, it comes up that it's invalid. Not sure if there was a discord at one point and it was deleted, or if the link is just expired. In any case, looking forward to the next chapter and hope you are doing well! (p.s. if you don't have a discord and want help setting one up, i'm more than happy to help!)

Late reply but no, I do not. I used to (hence the link, which I thought I deleted whoops) but it became too difficult to manage and it died because I didn’t have the time to take care of it.

I don’t mind starting up another one if there’s interest, but I don’t necessarily want to run it. I’d rather hand it off to admins and just pop by every now and then.

[gen-d-vap]

you there! do you like monster prom?

c'mere...come a little closer...

✨i made a discord server!!✨

Spooky High ~ 20+ unofficial Monster Prom server for gamers, artists, writers, and more!

this series has recently taken over my brain, so what better to do than embrace my inner liam and create a discord server (you can't tell me he wouldn't do that). safe, chill zone for brainrotting, rp, gaming, streaming, and sharing fandom creations together!

there are channels for bouncing ideas around, sharing fics and art, and plenty of space for general discussion and antics. there are separate categories per game, so if you want to avoid spoilers or don't have an interest in certain games from the saga, you can avoid them!

i will post the detailed rules below the cut, but here's the tl:dr for anyone who's just doing a quick scroll:

writers, artists, and casual gamers are all welcome!

separate categories per game (also an all-games category)

must be 20+ to join

no anti/proship discourse

roles to get pinged about your fav characters

rules and link to join beneath the cut! if/when the link expires, feel free to shoot me a DM or reply and i'll gladly refresh the link 🥰

RULES

must be 20+ to join.

any form of hate speech or bigotry will not be tolerated. if a ship, story, or trope is not your cup of tea, don't drink it! this server was designed to support one another, so please be respectful if ideas collide. different interpretations should be encouraged!

no anti/proship discourse.

no underage content.

no AI-generated content.

dark/sensitive topics should be labeled and put under a spoiler tag. this includes subjects like non-con, dub-con, incest, gore, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, and animal abuse. do not hesitate to reach out to a mod if there is additional content you wish to be filtered.

spoilers (such as secret endings) should also be labeled and put under a spoiler tag.

be mindful of the content you consume. do not harass individuals or creations under any circumstances.

feel free to create your own threads! whether it be a thread for your favorite pairing, headcanons, a wip, or more! just be sure to create the thread in the appropriate channel and category.

try to keep conversations relevant per channel.

if posting someone else's artwork or writing, be sure to include the link to credit the original artist.

any additional questions or concerns can be brought to the ⁠questions-and-suggestions channel under the welcome category, or discussed via DM with a mod :)

adorable borders by @rosiinantes 🥰

can't wait to see you there! :D

[kkissedbywinterr]

The Art Of Love

Jeon Jungkook x Choi Suyeon (Original Female Character) Soulmates AU | Strangers to Lovers | Idol x Youtuber AU - December 2nd to 20th - A Quiet Collapse

Jungkook woke the next morning with her name in his mouth, unspoken but heavy like a prayer. He didn’t say anything to the others. He just moved differently. Quieter. Slower. Eyes always somewhere else.

In between rehearsals, he’d sit curled on the studio couch, AirPods in, watching her. Not her face exactly — though that haunted him too — but her hands, the way she moved charcoal across canvas, the silent ballet of brush and ink, the golden hour sun streaming through her studio window like something holy. He watched the same video — “how stillness sounds” at least twenty times. The thumbnail became sacred.

Namjoon noticed first. “You okay?” “Yeah.” “You sure?” A pause. “Just tired.”

But “just tired” didn’t explain the way he stayed late in the practice room, not dancing, just sitting. Staring. Or how he had Suyeon’s playlist looped on the Bluetooth speaker — ambient instrumentals, soft piano, strings like falling feathers. Taehyung came in one night and just stood in the doorway, watching Jungkook sink deeper into some private, unreachable place.

“Is this a breakup I missed?” he joked softly, trying to lift the air. Jungkook didn’t answer.

Even the hyungs' partners started noticing — how their golden boy seemed dimmer these days. How he drifted through conversations, phone clutched in hand like a lifeline, fingers brushing the screen as if expecting her to appear.

Yoongi said nothing, just slid him coffee and stayed nearby. Jin shook his head, muttering to Jimin, “He’s gone. Absolutely gone.”

And it was true. Gone into the space where one meeting rewrites the rules of the heart. Gone into memories that weren’t even memories, not really — just seconds, minutes at most. Her voice, her gaze, the echo of a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. What did she mean by "You said something right?" Why did she leave?

He Googled her. Found nothing personal. Just links to her YouTube channel, a few art features, minimalist bios that said everything and nothing at once. Her Instagram was beautiful but detached. Black, white, gold. No selfies. No stories. No captions longer than two words. It drove him insane.

He left her a comment once. Deleted it after five minutes.

Suyeon, meanwhile, continued her ritual of stillness.

Mornings in the studio, windows open to winter light. Coffee gone cold beside her sketchpad. No music. No words. Just creation, slow and patient. Her latest video went up on the 4th — “the shape of quiet” which featured her painting a scenery through a window across a white canvas for thirty uninterrupted minutes. Viewers called it “healing.”

She didn’t respond to the comments. She never did.

And yet - when she was editing late into the night, sometimes her mind drifted. Back to the bar. To the way he’d looked at her, not as an idol, not as a fan, but as someone who saw her. Really saw her.

His words replayed: “Your channel feels like something alive.” She didn’t know why that stuck.

But then she’d shake it off. Tap the keyboard harder. That wasn’t real. That was a moment. Moments pass.

When the memories crept in too loud, she buried them beneath routine. Shot another silent video. Reorganized her bookshelf. Sketched until her hand cramped. Posted a muted story — white paint on fingertips, timestamp only.

Jungkook saw that story. He stared at it for a full hour. Told himself not to reply. Didn’t listen. Typed: "Still painting?" Deleted it. Typed again: "I haven’t stopped watching." Deleted that too.

The message box remained blank. The story expired.

By December 15th, his insomnia was worse than ever. He had a photoshoot the next day and dark circles carved their way beneath his eyes like bruises of the soul.

“You need to do something,” Jimin told him, sitting cross-legged in front of him. “Like what?” Jungkook asked, voice raw. “Find her.” “I don’t even know if she wants to be found.” Jimin paused. “You’ll regret it more if you don’t try.”

December 20th. It snowed lightly that morning. Jungkook stood by the window of his bedroom, coffee untouched in his hand, bam nosing into his side and whispered her name like a secret.

Somewhere across the city, Suyeon filmed a new piece. Her fingers moved slower than usual. Her mind, for once, was not entirely on the canvas.

❤︎

[chaoticrei]

Hello everyone!

Hey, I'm Rei, I'm an 18 yo Italian genderqueer person. I mostly post about my interests and LGBTQ+.

My Content on Ko-Fi (queer activism)

Join my community: Queer To The Core

Join Queer To The Core's Discord Server

Support Queer To The Core here

My gender identity explained!

Comment/reblog this post for garlic bread -> EXPIRED

And here is my pronouns card

My face reveal :0

My most known post (I put it here cause I want to keep it as a memory)

As the description says, I currently use any pronouns (pronouns work differently in my language, but in English, I prefer they/them). I'm also ace spec. I'm genderqueer because I have a non-normative experience of gender, I don't mind other labels tho.

I'm not always active and I often forget to reply to asks and DMs, I'm also very busy soke days so please be patient. There are some days when I just won't be online like: 12th May, 14th May, 6th January.

I'm also a queer activist and make content (mostly for free) on my ko-fi page, so check it out if you're interested (find it in the links above).

I love the owl house, good omens, Doom Patrol, playing Minecraft, some animes and mangas (e.g. Noragami, Blue Period, Lum invader), RPG, cats and raccoons.

I listen to rock, pop and metal music. My favorite artists are Motionless In White, YUNGBLUD, Bring Me The Horizon, Slipknot, Rammstein, MUSE, Linkin Park and many others.

Important: about this blog

There's no DNI list because it's obvious and it shouldn't be necessary. Also, I don't mean to be rude, but please don't DM me if you want to befriend me, I'm just not looking for online friends.

I made this blog for fun, not to share my problems or to talk about politics/world problems (with few exceptions). This blog is a safe place for everyone, not only queer people, but everyone whose ideas don't harm people in any way (example: transphobes are not welcome since their idea psychologically harms trans people)

NO NSFW, it's disgusting that porn account follow me, non-queer people are welcome if they're TRUE allies.

Credits to @komaenagito for the dividers, the post is in the source

Credits to @lgbtq-userboxes for some of the userboxes

Credits to @imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer for the banner

[thisthirstisreal]

Hi, I am new to the GojoHime Fandom.

Can you please recommend me some multi-chapter fics?

Note: I read Feverish and I absolutely loved it 💗

fuck i forgot about this ask i'm so sorry I'm replying to u so late

The truth is I don't really read much fanfic so I have no idea 😭 There are only 2 fanfics I've read/enjoyed in the past ten years and neither is JJK...

I just wrote Feverish because I liked Gojohime after watching JJK, finished it, and that's it. But I'm sure there'll be tons of people who would be very happy to help u out!! You can search the gojohime or gouta tag. Also I saw this Gojohime server a while back, hopefully the link hasn't expired tho I don't go on there much

[revcnqe]

Thanks for reading my guidelines. I'm Midnight (she/they, millennial, CET). My activity level and reply speed are (very) slow, please don’t rush me. English is my second language, mistakes will happen and I apologize in advance. My blog operates in english (default) and german, both are equally fine.

About and Verses are currently procrastinated worked on!

01. GENERAL INFO (for non-rp blogs). Besides being a roleplayer I am also a hobby gif maker, personal blogs are welcome! Basic Tumblr etiquette applies: Don’t steal, repost or edit my gifs. If you want to insert a single gif into one of your posts please use the gif search function. Make sure you don’t reblog my roleplay content which includes tag games, writing examples, headcanons, threads and answered asks. Speaking of asks: I will generally react in-character whenever possible but I am not an IC ask blog.

02. DISCLAIMER. I am not affiliated with the creators of The Boys or the actor Karl Urban and I don’t own the character Billy Butcher. I claim ownership of my own written headcanons and texts. All graphics/aesthetics, gifs and colorings on this blog are mine, up from 2024 until present. Older promos and edits have psds credited in their respective posts.

03. CONTENT WARNING. To interact with me, you have to be 18+ (mun and muse). The Boys is an R-rated series and this is a general trigger warning for mature content such as — strong language, graphic violence and gore, physical and mental abuse, mention of sa, mention of child abuse, alcohol addiction, mental illness, terminal illness, trauma, sexual content, weapons, drug use, political and social commentary, sick humour, satire and overall rude behaviour which can be expected from this muse. I will only tag some of these on a regular basis. I use "trigger cw" and my n.sfw tag is "usft". Please let me know if you need a specific thing tagged. I don't have a lot of triggers but I would ask you to tag spiders and horror jumpscares in gifs for me.

04. MUN ≠ MUSE. It should go without saying but at the same time cannot be stressed enough. This is a morally grey/villainous character. If you are easily offended we’re likely not matching well. Butcher can be tremendously rude and aggressive, he swears excessively and is quick to insult your muse if he dislikes them or feels provoked. Make sure that you can handle interacting with such a muse and do not take anything from him personal or too serious. But if we started writing and, for any reason, you feel discomfort please communicate it. I’m always willing to take a step back and sort things out.

05. INTERACTIONS. Best way to get started is through sending me prompts or having prompts/opens available on your blog, so I can interact with those! I have some starter- and interaction calls and I will post opens occasionally. I just got started with Tumblr rp in early 2025, so my blog is a bit empty and I'm still learning and figuring things out. Memes and prompts are always accepted, they never expire. Please try to link to the post you've send me something from, it makes my life easier, but I won't get mad if you don't. My inbox is open to everyone but starters and threads are for mutuals only. Don't continue an answered ask or reply to an open if we're not both following each other.

05 a. FOR FAKEVZ FOLKS: I am very reluctant to roleplay or talk in-character in dms, for different reasons (exceptions can be discussed on rare occasions). Please respect this as an important boundary. I'd rather use my dms for plotting purposes and checking in with my writing partners. However, I am open to short form writing on the dashboard which includes IC-Talk, if you're interested. I'm also willing to write on a sideblog but this option is heavily limited to not overwhelm myself. We should have interacted, plotted or known each other for a while. I do not rp outside of Tumblr (Discord, Wire, Docs, Forums, etc.)

06. WRITING. No godmodding, power play, meta gaming. I also don’t like forcing or rushing certain dynamics that don’t feel like natural character progression. Plotting beforehand is welcome but not mandatory. If it ever feels like being stuck we can pause the writing and have a small plotting session between scenes or even for the same scene. I am a big fan of the “yes, and” approach, give me something to work with. I don’t have an estimated length for texts, it always depends.

07. REGARDING AI. My blog is strictly and firmly against the usage of AI. I will never use AI for writing or to generate images. If I ever accidentially reblog something AI-generated please let me know, but be respectful while you do so. I do not wish to write with you if you use AI, don't ever feed my writing to an AI, I do not consent to this.

08. FORMATTING. I don’t do a lot of formatting. I prefer small font, my writing is usually continuous text with no line breaks for dialogue. Let me know if this is difficult to read for you and I will adjust, no questions asked. Please try to trim your posts if possible. Generally, feel free to format your text as you wish but here are some things I have issues with: Excessive spacing between words (triple space and higher), excessive bolding or italicizing to a point where it distracts me; all caps, text from font generators (captions and highlighted phrases are perfectly fine but I can’t read a whole text in those fonts).

09. SHIPPING. I’m multiship and multiverse, every ship takes place in its own verse if not communicated otherwise. I rely heavily on chemistry, don't force things. The occasional smut might happen but I’m more interested in exploring dynamics outside of romantic shipping, such as allies, enemies, enemies to friends, found family, etc. and I'd love to have a setting where I get a chance to write Butcher as an unhinged villain and diverge from the canon liberally.

10. FOLLOWING. I will likely follow you first if I stumble upon your blog through community tags or shared mutuals and if I like your muse(s), your writing, aesthetics or all of the above! You can be sure that I have read your pinned post and rules. I follow every blog out of genuine interest and curiousity, not to collect follow backs, but please understand that it’s impossible for me to reach out to everyone. Don’t get offended when I forget and also never feel obligated to become mutuals. If you softblocked me in the past and I refollow you it’s accidentially. Hardblock me if you don’t want that to happen, I won’t take it personal.

11. ACTIVITY. My blog is labeled low activity. I am here for rp, but I like to do lots of other things on Tumblr, too. There’s periods of time where I don’t have the energy to work on drafts or talk to anyone. Rest assured that you never did anything wrong when I disappear for a while. What I’m not willing to do is constantly giving activity updates on a schedule. I might make a post on current stats every once in a blue moon and if I go on hiatus for longer I will highly likely make a post about it.

12. DON’T BE A CUNT. I have zero tolerance for homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, sexism, zionism, hateful comments in general, out of character drama, gossiping, constant negativity, passive aggressiveness, vague posting, guilt tripping, gaslighting and other similar behaviour. Just be a decent person and we’re fine.

13. THE MUN. So you're still reading? Much appreciated. <3 Read more info about me here and I can also be found @bitemcrks.

[h0nkshroom]

Hi so I decided to share this for those who wanna play COTL w/ Twitch Integration for their streams!!

You DO need to be affiliated for the redemption of channel points, which allows people in you chat to do things like send messages in your game!

Here is the extension! Make sure you have it installed and active!!

Next you're going to want to open up your game of COTL and go into settings, and choose the Twitch option! It'll ask you to connect your Twitch account!! (NOTE: YOU NEED TO DO THIS FOR EACH SAVE YOU PLAY ON!! AND TRY LEAVING AND REJOINING THE SAVE IF IT DOESN'T WORK RIGHT AWAY)

Once that's all done with, you'll be able to edit settings like how often Help or Hinder will show up, the Twitch Totem, etc.! (Twitch Totem does NOT work for non-affiliated people so you can turn that off if you aren't affiliated </3)

Now this part is for Affiliates only! Channel Point Rewards!! I had a hard time with it myself and found a Reddit post with a link that actually worked (For some reason if I try to just copy the link from the post, it will expire and no longer work after a while??)

So here's the post!! You are looking for THIS specific reply

It will then take you to the Companion of The Lamb site, telling you that you Channel Point Rewards were set up correctly for Twitch Integration!

You can then go into you Channel Point Reward settings and make sure "Contribute to Cult's Totem" and "Send Cult follower message" are both there as rewards!! If so, you can then edit them, change the prices and such if you want!!

Everything from then on should be all set!! Hope this helps for others who just wanna play the silly cult game <3

[dezyj1205]

Hello! I just finished reading No Strings Cut and found out you had both a Tumblr and a discord server. Even though I tend to just lurk and stay in the background, I wanted to join if only to see if it was a place I would like to hang out in. Unfortunately the link you shared in a post recently doesn't work anymore (when clicked, it says that it might have expired). Do you have a new link I (as well as others like me) could use?

Outside of this, you have an AMAZING story. I'm extremely happy with how it's written so far. Something to consider possibly addressing at some point in the future - does the "no harming the mortals" rule the fates made also include the deities, both present and future, after they've broken said rule and been turned mortal? And does the rule only apply to those who are directly (actively?) attempting to harm them, like what Zeus and Hera did? Or will it also include those who indirectly attempt to harm them, like what it looks like Athena is attempting to do? You don't have to answer any of that in this post, as I'm sure that any answers you give could include potential spoilers or might not have been something you had considered just yet, but still. I figured I'd bring it up as something you could include in a future chapter.

Oh! And if I remember correctly, it seems like some demigods that died at some point might be added to the list. Would (or could) Sally be considered as a potential person to add too? I know she's not dead but so far, we've seen some issues that she's had that, while almost certainly unintentional, could be some stuff she could learn from if it was brought to her attention. Clearly, at least from Percy's point of view (and the point of view of most others), Sally loves Percy and would never harm him intentionally. That doesn't mean it's not possible. And given the fact that Percy is generally on a journey of healing, even if mostly unwilling depending on certain topics (Gabe), this would probably be something he could also use some healing from. It's definitely something a therapist would be trying to teach him, like what his friends were trying to do in earlier chapters.

Anyways, once again, great story! I loved it!!! (Thinking about this now, I probably should leave this as a comment on the story but I'm already here, lol). All the love to you and the story 💙💙💙

Hi! Thank you for reading and reaching out! I’m so sorry for a late reply but I haven’t been on social media for a little bit lol. Here’s a new link for discord: https://discord.gg/f5tEbtJP

in regards to the questions on the harming mortal aspect of the story… 🙂‍↕️i have no comment. I have thought it out and do have a good set of rules and how it works in a separate doc so… spoilers?

I don’t know if I’ll bring Sally into the story for a minute, but I do know I’ll definitely add her by book four. I know she’s usually seen as the best mom but she made plenty of mistakes and I ain’t sugar coating it. I’ve been trying to figure out the best time to bring her in because it is mostly about his realizing she isn’t perfect. If she’s brought in now versus the fourth book or later he’ll fall into the “my mom is perfect” mindset instead of “my mom is mortal” one I’m working towards.

thank you for reading! lol yeah, it could have been a comment but I rly don’t mind where I’m contacted. it just takes me a min to reply to everything tbh. Esp on ao3 or tumblr bc I tend to get anxious bc of all the notifs😅

[theflirtmeister]

commented this on the post instead of sending an ask OOPS, if you're still doing the 500 word fics - hoffstrahm + backshots if you feel so inclined <333

Ao3 Link!

Peter had never had sex in an office before he met Mark Hoffman. In actual fact, he’d never experienced a lot of things before encountering the Detective, such as screaming at a murder suspect, or shoving a pen in his throat. Hoffman had changed him, warped him. It made Peter want to scream.

“C’mon,” Hoffman was bent over the desk, trousers yanked down to mid-thigh so that Peter could fuck him. “We’ve only got half an hour before-“

“I know,” Peter snapped, rummaging through his wallet. “I thought I had a condom.”

“Fuck condoms.” Hoffman groaned and wriggled his ass. “I’m not going to get pregnant.”

Peter tried not to jizz in his own hand, and gave up on looking at the foil packet that was probably expired by now. His father had always drilled it into him to use protection, but he was presuming his son would be spilling his load into hot young women, and not a potential serial killer.

He placed his hands on Hoffman’s ass and spread his cheeks apart, cock twitching at the sight of lube dripping from Hoffman’s hole. He groaned under his breath, and pressed the head of his cock inside, hot velvet skin enveloping him. It was almost too much, and he pushed himself in, taking pleasure in the way that Hoffman hissed and clenched around his cock.

“Fuck you’re big,” Hoffman said, voice muffled.

“Liar,” Peter said, and snapped his hips forward. Skin connected with skin, and Hoffman’s ass rippled with the force of it. Peter wanted to bite him, wanted to leave hickeys all over him, blooming blue and purple.

“God,” Hoffman braced himself against the desk. “Harder.”

“I’m not even trying yet,” Peter said, irritated, and dragged Hoffman closer, fucking into him. “You’re a brat.”

“You’re a shitty top,” Hoffman replied, and Peter pistoned his hips, enough that Hoffman gasped out, and stopped making stupid comments.

“There we go,” Peter said through gritted teeth. “There we fucking go, keep nice and quiet. Just shut up and let me fuck you.”

“Fuck,” Hoffman drooled, “Yeah, that’s good. C’mon. More.”

“You’re a whore.” Peter said, sliding his hand up Hoffman’s back to hold him by the neck. “Is this all you think about? Getting cock?”

“Yeah,” Hoffman breathed. “Yeah, all I think about is you.”

“Disgusting,” Peter said. “Do you jerk off at your desk? Cum underneath it like a teenager?”

“Bathroom,” Hoffman clenched around Peter’s cock, so tight that it almost made Peter cry. “Jerk off in the bathroom. Think about you. Pinning me up against the stall.”

“You’re a creep,” Peter said. “I should report you.”

“Yeah?” Hoffman drawled. “Before or after you’ve cum inside me?”

Peter tightened his grip around Hoffman’s neck and felt his vocal cords vibrate as Hoffman moaned. His own throat was still ruined from stabbing a pen into it, and he could still remember the tearing of skin, the pleasure of pain.

“You like putting your hands on me?” Hoffman wheezed. “You like it?”

“I don’t,” Peter said, increasing his thrusts. “I hate touching you.”

“You love it,” Hoffman said, satisfied. “You love hurting me. You love how – how brutality feels.”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Peter said, and squeezed so tight that Hoffman squealed like the pig he was. “And let me cum in you.”

“Promise?” Hoffman slurred, and Peter drove his cock home hard.

[whumped-by-glitter]

Masterlist

My intro post

My Whump Interest Bingo Card

About the Author Asks: Ask games have no expiration date here, and the original games are linked in the replies, ask away!

Devros:

If there are specific events referred to in my WIP that you would like me to flesh out, drop me an ask!

Shattered Crowns

My Currant WIP about a kingdom sent into chaos when its king is overthrown. The princess escaped with the help of her assigned bodyguard and her personal slave.

***I want to note, that the concept for the slaves in my world are based on a species of slave-making ant and not any historical people anywhere in the world.

(CW: institutionalized slavery, torture, violence)

Whump types: fantasy, institutionalized slavery, gaurd dog, public humiliation, sadistic whumper, rough caretaker, self-sacrifice (I'll add more as I go)

The world of Devros: A Brief Intro of the History and Races

How Slave Bands Work

Slave Band Tiers

Meet My OC's

Dasa’s first set of slave papers

Character Ask Game Replies: again, nor expiration date here, ask away! Games are linked.

Character Art From Others (I cant draw, you do not want me to draw, its painful, I promise)

Whump Prompts: random crap that comes to my brain, usually at ridiculous hours of night/morning.

Challenges/events: Just shorts and one shots I write for challenges and events

Conditioned Whumpee- My IRL Perspective:

[memovia-r]

The strength that had left him and the grief that swallowed his heart whole were a coffin of dried leaves now. In the midst of black, one thing was clear…he still had hope, a light that was everlasting and was calling for him to come back.

MEMOVIA  ⸻  INTROSPECTING:  THE  DEFINITIONS  OF  HUMANITY  ·  DESTRUCTION  OF  SELF  IN  ORDER  FOR  'SALVATION'  ·   NO  COMFORT  &  NO  STARS  ·  FALL  DOWN  SEVEN  TIMES,  STAND  UP  EIGHT  ·  YOU  ARE  ONLY  HUMAN  ·  MONSTROUS  IMMORTAL  ·  LETTING  GO  &  HOLDING  ON  ·  UNMENDED  GRIEF  ·  UNCONTROLLABLE  RAGE  ·  DARK  HEART  OF  MINE  ·  SIMPLE  KINDNESS  ·  SEARCHING  FOR  SOMETHING  LOST  ·  PRESERVATION  ·  HEALING  LOVE  ·   WARMTH  OF  YOU  ALWAYS,  RVINFALL.

This  is  an  independent  &  private  roleplay  blog  for  multiple  muses  of  my  choice.  Mainly  OCs  and  low  activity.  This  journal  of  memories  is  penned  by  R  (  she  /  her,  31,  GMT+8  ).  revived  in  2  JUL  2023.

LINKS ⸻ OC ROSTER. ✧ CANON ROSTER.   ✧  PROMPTS. ✧  MAINS  CALL. ✧ RELATIONSHIP CALL. ✧ OC ANALYSIS MASTERLIST. ✧ CANON ANALYSIS MASTERLIST.

❥・⸻ making  memories  and  twerking  on  the  dash  with:

RULES BELOW:

RULES IN READ MORE BELOW:

MUN.

You may address me as R. My pronouns are She / Her. 

I am above 21 so NSFW topics might be explored within this blog.

I absolutely do not tolerate any sexism / racism / bigotry and any other negative comment on my dashboard. If you happen to have done so, I will unfollow immediately.  (IMPORTANT)

This is a safe realm for talking about your muses as well, so feel free to IM me anytime and about anything! (IMPORTANT)

GENERAL.

This is a selective / private / independent RP blog for multiple muses from different fandoms.

I am generally a slow writer so I might take awhile to reply. I don't write when I lack inspiration and would much rather put my best into an ask / thread reply instead of half-assing it. ( NEW )

Prompts / Memes do not expire, send them in whenever and for whoever you wish. ( IMPORTANT )

I will not engage in any NSFW threads / discussions if you are underaged. 

I am always open to twins, OCs and multimuse blogs. (IMPORTANT)

You do not have to match the length I am writing at with your replies, please do not feel pressured to! 

If you would like to start a thread from an ask reply, please move it to a new post! 

I am willing to RP with people who have no icons or no formatting! 

I work my replies from oldest to newest! 

Please do not hesitate to prompt me if you think I need to be reminded about a thread / ask. Sometimes I miss out on my notifications and I would most definitely appreciate it if you do!!! 

Reblog karma does not exist here. You are free to reblog from me whether it's prompts / musings / aesthetics! ( NEW )

AI art / AI writing will not be tolerated on this blog.

TAGGING.

I will tag anything and everything but if I do miss out on something, please tell me and I will do it. 

I do not have any triggers so please do not worry about me! 

I also happen to be loud in tags, I’m so sorry for this!

SHIPPING.

Unless our muses have had a great amount of interactions or we have discussed this in IMs, I will not be shipping our muses together. 

MAINS.

I do not require much from my mains but rather just to simply have fun writing with one another. 

I will also make an exclusive URL tag for you on my blog. 

FOLLOWING.

If you pull me into drama that is not related to me, I will unfollow BOTH parties. 

If I have unfollowed you for some reason, it might also be Tumblr being a binch. 

If you have problems with me, talk to me – I would really wish to understand what I did wrong and apologise if I could. (IMPORTANT)

Please note that I follow people based on my own perception, but if I am following anyone that is detrimental to the RP community— please let me know! I’ll take the necessary measures.  (IMPORTANT)

I also have no patience for people who dictate who I should be mutuals with unless it is someone that is dangerous to the community, if I happen to see any of that on my dash - then I will unfollow you, simple as that. 

Do not police my portrayal or else I will unfollow you.

UPDATED ON: 2025 . 05. 12

[gendervapor14]

you there! do you like One Piece? do you like Rare-Pairs?

c'mere... come a little closer...

✨ i made a discord server!! ✨

Rare-Pear ~ a One Piece Rare-Pair Server!

after holding several different conversations across a variety of platforms, i decided maybe it was time to try and make my own server! rare-pairs hold a special place in my heart. they don't often get as much love as some of the more popular ships and tropes, which can leave the creators feeling awfully lonely.

SO! i sought to remedy that! 🥰 together, we can find other niche creations and creators and give them all the hype they deserve! there are channels for bouncing ideas around, sharing fics and art, and plenty of space for general discussion/analyses. we also have an ao3 collection to flaunt all the fruits of our labor! 🍐💕

i will post the detailed rules below the cut, but here's the tl:dr for anyone who's just doing a quick scroll:

writers, artists, and casual consumers are all welcome!

focus on pairings with <100 stories on ao3 using otp:true

must be 20+ to join

no anti/proship discourse

roles to opt in/out of nsfw or dark content

rules and link to join beneath the cut! if/when the link expires, feel free to shoot me a DM or reply and i'll gladly refresh the link 🥰

RULES

this server was created to offer a place for those who enjoy rare pairs in the One Piece fandom. for the sake of this server, a rare pair is defined as a pairing who has less than 100 works on ao3 using "otp:true". (romantic or platonic!) but don’t panic! if your OTP (or one of them) has more than 100 works, that’s okay! you are still welcome here! just be sure to encourage those who are creating for and/or celebrating smaller pairings.

you must be 20+ years old to join this server.

respect is vital. any form of hate speech or bigotry will not be tolerated. if a ship, story, or trope is not your cup of tea, don’t drink it! disagreements are inevitable, but the nature of this server is to support one another, so please be respectful if ideas collide. different interpretations should be encouraged!

no anti/proship discourse.

no underage content.

no AI-generated content.

dark/sensitive works and discussions are to be posted in the “bruised fruits” category so people can easily mute these channels. this includes subjects that may involve non-con, dub-con, incest, gore, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, and animal abuse. if you encounter an additional subject you’d like to be filtered into this channel, do not hesitate to reach out to a mod.

other nsfw works and discussions should be posted in the “spicy fruits” category so people can easily mute these channels. this includes subjects that may involve nudity or sex. if you encounter an additional subject you’d like to be filtered into this channel, do not hesitate to reach out to a mod.

fanart shared in dark/nsfw channels should still be covered with a spoiler tag and explicitly labeled to ensure maximum comfort for all individuals.

be mindful of the content you consume. do not harass any individuals or creations under any circumstances. a mod will step in if there is a violation of the rules.

this server is focused on rare pairs in the One Piece fandom, but other fandom discourse is welcome, and belongs in the appropriate “#other fruits” channel. feel free to make a thread for your fandom as well, if you find others who share an interest in it!

feel free to create your own threads! whether it be a thread for your pairing, or a thread for your current wip. just be sure to create your thread in the appropriate category/channel.

try to keep conversations relevant per channel. each category has their own channels for general discussion/analyses. off-topic conversations are encouraged in the “#general chat” channel in the “picnic table” category.

you are encouraged to post fanfiction/fanart, but be sure to do so in the correct fanfiction/fanart channels. when posting fic recs or others’ artwork, be sure to include the link to credit the original artist.

any additional questions or concerns can be brought to the “#questions/suggestions” channel under the “welcome!” category, or discussed via DM with a mod :)

hope to see you there! 🍐♥