#light rail hate blog

[more-mara]

Got this ask on my main but I’m responding here because I’m keeping fics separate on this blog.

But YES. Anon I hate you (affectionately ❤️) for putting this idea in my head because I have at least 6 WIPS and two active fics that need completed (this is why I should stick to one shots lmao, I think that’s my thing) but this is SO GOOD.

Like I can imagine writing from Landos perspective where he’s just oh so sweet with Oscar and is really taking his time and trying to make the whole thing comfortable and in his head, all he’s thinking about is Oscar’s inexperience and has basically painted him as the picture of innocence only to walk in on Oscar getting the railing of his life from Carlos.

Like those freaks are doing some weird dirty talk where they’re literally arguing with each other but are really too turned on to care because they’re both too obsessed with each other’s bodies to stop fucking long enough to actually sort out their differences.

Also Oscar is a brat™️ and Carlos wants to break him for it.

Oscar also likes being tied up. Don’t ask how that relates to what you said but I think I’m itching to actually write some kind of light bondage fic because I don’t think I’ve actually done it before lmao.

So when they’re having their weird little ‘secret third thing’, Lando struggles really badly with jealousy so Carlos decides that the only way to fix it is to tie Oscar to the bed for ‘easy access’ and let Lando do what he wants without Carlos interfering. Except then Carlos is the one struggling with jealousy so decides to try out his own method and tie them both to the bed to see if it fixes his jealousy problem. Spoiler, it doesn’t, because why tf did he think that would be the solution in the first place? But at least now he has two hot guys tied to his bed to have his way with.

[love7poetry]

dancing phantoms on the terrace

⤷ loml!homecoming!peter parker x reader

𝜗𝜚. . . synopsis. sophomore year's homecoming, the night peter knew it has and will always be you.

𝜗𝜚. . . general tag. fluff

.ᐟ. . . content warnings. spelling but that's nothing new, clichè, and peter being the clueless genius he is

♫⋆｡ i felt aglow like this, never before and never since, if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sophia's letter ! i have decided to give loml!peter a little series and although this could be read as a stand alone, it follows peter and artsy!reader's relationship before the events of no way home/loml. also, hiiii i moved to my main blog! first part of this series will stay in my second blog, but from now on i will be posting all my work here!

part i

wc. 1,363

the music from the gym could be heard even from the high rooftop of the school. students were starting to head to their cars in groups, most likely to attend another party with more alcohol.

a certain girl in a red dress walking out of the doors caught peter’s eye.

liz. he had walk out on her, his date, to go put her own dad in jail.

he could see that she was on a phone call, and he didn’t need to use his enhanced hearing to know she was receiving the news that her dad was being arrested. peter looked away.

he glanced behind him at the door to the roof terrace, sensing someone. he was about to leave before whoever was coming could see him in his homemade suit, but his shoulders relaxed when he saw you.

you made eye contact with your best friend and your heart dropped at the sight. it was clear he had taken more than a few punches. there was blood and ash covering him while he held his left side in pain.

‘oh my god, peter’ he still managed to give you a smile. you rushed over to him with a worried expression. ‘i’m okay.’ he hated making you worry about him.

you sigh, shaking your head. ‘what happened?’

peter looked down. ‘the flying bird-man i’ve been fighting this entire time, is liz’s dad and i just got him arrested.’

you grimace, ‘oh no, pete.’ you didn’t know how to respond to that. sure, ever since peter started crushing on liz, you felt some sort of grudge towards her, but never would you wish having your date standing you up in front of the whole school the same night your dad gets arrested on anyone.

‘i know.’ peter sat on the floor, feeling too tired and defeated to stand. you followed after him.

the rooftop overlooked midtown and through the railings you could see the students in their pretty dresses and dark suits. not one of them had any idea that spider-man was sitting in their school’s roof. for the first time since the bite, peter envied their normal lives.

‘i feel like an asshole.’ peter confessed after a moment of comfortable silence. you look over at him, but he was focused on the lights coming from below you.

you think over your words carefully. ‘you looked like one,’ you started, and peter sighed. ‘liz doesn’t know about spider-man, so she deserves an apology from you. since you can’t tell her the truth, be honest about how sorry you are. it is the least you can do.’ peter nods, knowing you’re right.

you inhale, ‘but you did the right thing. you didn’t let your feelings for liz get in the way of stopping a criminal.’ now you look ahead while peter turns to look at you.

‘you’re not an asshole, pete. you’re a kid with too much responsibility.’

peter’s throat felt swollen. he looked you over and noticed the way his heart was beating. it was loud and fast, but rather than an anxious pit forming in his stomach like it did with liz, he felt a warmth. there was security and excitement with you.

peter’s hand twitched and he is confused as to why it itches to hold yours.

you feel peter’s stare and look at him. your breath hitches in your throat when you make eye contact with his glossy eyes. feeling your shoulder against his, he radiates warm and you think it is from the fight he had with mr. toomes.

both completely oblivious to the affect you had on peter.

‘how was your night?’ it was almost a whisper when peter spoke. he needed you to ground him before he overstimulates himself. for some reason, all his senses were on you and it was scaring him.

he could smell your strawberry scented shampoo, see the glittery powders you added to your makeup even though they were fading by now, feel the burning of your body against his yet it doesn’t feel like you’re close enough, and hear your own heartbeat along with his.

peter was reminded of the day you found him having a panic attack after the bite when he didn’t understand why everything was sticking to him or how he was able to break the faucet with his bare hands. you had told him to focus on you until he could breathe again and he told you about the spider.

the realization that he still searches for the rhythm of your heart every time he feels overwhelmed hits him, and his already exhausted mind is slowly piecing together what his heart has always known.

‘it was alright,’ you answer. ‘people kept asking me about you, so i decided to come here for some peace.’ you noticed peter’s brows furrowed and tried to ease him, ‘i don’t mind them asking.’

you weren’t going to tell him that you came up here because you couldn’t stand the way they kept talking about him and calling him names. peter is already having a hard night.

‘still, im really sorry for dragging you into this,’ peter’s face showed distress.

you know peter is an apologetic person, and sometimes he needs to hear he is forgiven even if he doesn’t need to apologize in the first place.

an idea goes off in your head.

you stand before offering your hand down to him. he looks up at you confused and you bite your lip to contain a smile. ‘i’ll forgive you, if you dance with me.’

by now, there were more students in the parking lot than inside the gym and the music had stop at some point while you were up here with peter, but you didn’t care.

peter hesitates and you playfully roll your eyes. ‘come on, i was sitting down all night and you clearly need a little fun.’

‘i hope you know this is very cliché,’ you know it is, but the smile forming in peter’s lips as his hand reach for yours makes it worth it.

once he’s standing, peter grows stiff and his hands tremble as he hesitates to put them on your waist. you’re making it hard for peter to remember his dancing lesson with may.

he hears your heartbeat increase.

when you see peter struggle, you gently guide his hands, and peter looks down at his feet to hide the blush that is starting to creep down his neck and to the tip of his ears. his own heart speeds up when you wrap your arms around his neck

you start to slow dance and peter follows your lead.

you’ve liked peter since the beginning of freshman year, but you’ve given up on the delusion that one day he will reciprocate your feelings. yet, there is something there tonight, a glimpse when he looked at you like never before.

you step closer.

peter notices and his hands’ grip on you tightens, more so as a way to control himself than to keep you at a distance. he has been your friend since you two were kids, so why is he just now aware of the way his body reacts to you?

even if it is a little awkward to dance to the sound of cars leaving the school’s campus or students hanging out before getting picked up, you’re enjoying this far more than the actual homecoming.

after another moment passes in each other's arms, peter gains the courage to meet your eyes. they tracing every detail on his face, he notices, from the creases on his forehead to the curve of his lips. he grows awfully aware that he is filthy right now, but your gaze is soft.

'you have really pretty eyes,' peter wants to take a picture of you, memorize the way you look tonight forever. 

his words make you stop your movements. you feel like melting under his intense, starry eyes. 'i think you hit your head,' you let out a breathy laugh, trying to make light of the situation to spare your feelings. 

'no, that's not it.' peter shakes his head. he finally understands what the rapid beating of his heart has been trying to tell him. 

peter parker is in love with you.

you can see the realization behind peter's eyes, a sight you're sure you'll remember forever, and peter really hopes he isn't about to mess things up. 

'may i please kiss you?'

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[polarmoon]

⭐ end of gen 1 dean outtakes!

gen 2 starts this coming week!! so here are the last of my gen 1 screenshots that never made it to the blog with some added lore. i posted one of these a while back when percy was still a baby so im due for another lmao. enjoy!!

so because of my specific cocktail of npc generation mods, josie's coworkers were all just Basic Premades, like im pretty sure josie's coworker loadout was like... eloise, eric lewis, juniper grove (more on her in a bit), nina caliente, and of course 👹eliza pancakes👹 who was literally josie's nemesis for some reason. these two HATED each other and by the end of the generation they were throwing hands every day at work lmfao

some percy content!!! love him sm. also a better view of the shared office space that he and josie used for work + school. it was cute but a routing nightmare bc it was inside the shipping container on top of the trailer and they had to like. use a ladder to get up there

so because i Do Too Much, i ended up almost fully decorating both christopher And charlotte's teenage bedrooms, even though charlotte's would never show up and christopher's would only show up once or twice. they're both a little sparse in some parts but cute. this also reminds me that i need to furnish some kind of living situation for charlotte bc i forgot i left her at their parents' house at the start of gen 2 ggggggggggggggggg

something that really set the tone for the last bit of gen 1 was actually josie's very good friend and coworker juniper passing away. she was actually josie's first friend at the start of the generation, and was her only other friend outside of eloise and erwin (who she drifted from after percy was born). i wish i could've worked her passing into the posts but i was crunching time to finish up and move on :/

as a chestnut ridge premade i like to think josie knew her since she was young and she was one of her only connections back home or something like that, if i had to go back and rework the generation with what i know now i probably would've done that.

but yeah. the grief absolutely contributed to josie's moodiness at the end. :(

i'm a very gameplay driven person, where the natural gameplay informs what story gets told on here if that makes sense? i wasn't sure what my goal was with christopher and percy's online friendship while i played, but when percy was going through his particularly difficult depressive episode, he got a phone invite from christopher that inspired me to drive the story in the direction where they would meet irl!

also pictured: christopher getting a crush on percy the Second they met irl LMFAO. he's been simping since day 1.

it took percy a little longer to officially get the crush trigger. i feel like that aligns w their characters pretty well though

ah yes josie's Going Off The Rails arc. i always knew i was gonna do something with the plane bunker but it took me a while to decide what it was gonna be.

when she started her midlife crisis, one of the first goals was to stash money in a safe, which gave me the idea to utilize the bunker for a money stash. and then i realized that someone as paranoid (and honestly traumatized) as josie would probably have some secrets to hide, and so that's how the story that closed out gen 1 cooked itself up. the bunker was actually quite cool lmao, it was like a secret office and skilling zone for josie in addition to housing the alien portal and Mother Plant memorabilia.

if i was more dedicated/confident in storytelling i probably would've like. planned it a bit better LOL

anyway in sillier news. when i got the notification that marie would be passing away soon i ended up spending an entire afternoon taking pictures of her with josie and percy so i'd have them for posterity's sake. here's my Organization Process LMFAO

speaking of marie and also the generation finale. percy actually first started his evening exploring the bunker by lighting a candle for her which was very sweet. what was less sweet was Ghost Marie running in and interrupting my Story Telling Process. LMFAO

and thats all folks!!! thanks for reading if u did. i just started playing gen 2 yesterday and im planning to post the intro on monday probably (if i can force myself to edit screenshots lmao.)

⭐🪐

[cloveroctobers]

wishlist — 5. Luca (the bear) [Winter prompts]

A/N: My work for this past season kinda flopped but i haven’t written a winter themed one for Luca so here goes nothing!

WARNINGS: loosely connected to my fic here (since I didn’t want to write in 2nd POV) but not heavily done so can still work as a standalone piece. + some intimate scenes.

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: ACTIVITIES — Shoveling snow + DIALOGUE PROMPTS — "Turn on the heat." // "Oh, I will." // "No, I literally mean the heat! It's like ten degrees in here!" + "Who needs a sleigh when I can just ride you?"

ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ

Luca was used to rainfall and maybe twenty-four hours of snow, whereas Peyton was used to these kind of brutal winters. Being back in Chicago for months at a time has a much different impact on Peyton than it did Luca. Yet the two felt like they didn’t need to be apart any longer so they came to some sort of agreement.

Luca was in Chicago to see what it had to offer and decided maybe half of the year could be divided between there, Copenhagen, and London mostly would be for holidays. Copenhagen has always been Luca’s comfort zone, his true home, yet he had that itch to explore and he’s already had connects in Chicago…along with the funeral for Ever; it just made sense to circle back…for him.

He wouldn’t push Peyton if the city got too much for her, which means there were times when they were apart. Due to their work it consisted of travel, more so on Peyton’s part but she’s always loved to see different sides of the world. She was not the kind of woman that preferred one place over the other because then that would result in a feeling of being trapped. That’s unfortunately what Chicago gave her. Luca hated being away from his fiancée but he understood why so when Peyton was here, he always made the most of it. Which oddly entailed, him telling her that he would handle the snow outside by himself while she finished up editing photos that she shot and could attach to a well known blog in Chicago, Palette Feast, that she wrote a piece for.

They always knew how to keep busy and it’s almost as if they didn’t spend a good portion of their day at the soup kitchen together, yet here they were in their own spaces…still working.

She raises her arms above her head, sitting at the leather stool at the counter, stretching in her open cardigan after sending over her work to the websites publisher. Slamming her laptop shut, she scoots from the counter, taking her laptop with her as she moves around towards the living room and placed it onto the computer desk before peeking out the double doors across from the couch.

Knowing that view wouldn’t grant her with the sight of Luca, she braces herself before unlocking one of the doors to step out onto the balcony. She steadies herself against the light slush, hugging her cardigan against her as the winter air whipped against her skin. The woman doesn’t bother placing her hands on the snow covered railing—especially without gloves—and glanced over in search of Luca.

It never takes her long to find him.

He’s leaning against the handle of the big shovel, a hand pressed against his hip, almost as if he’s surveying his work. It makes the woman laugh a little before she calls out, “Hey Romeo, hurry up will you? I’ve got a surprise for you.”

His beanie covered head lifts up at the voice and he puffs out a breath that swirls into the air, “A reward, yeah? I’ll take it.” He grins.

Peyton winks at him before going back into the home. She knows she would have been scolded if she was caught outside in just this attire by a certain parent but pushes that bad thought away. Once locking up, she tip toes through the condo, heading to the primary bedroom at the back of the home, stripping out of her faux leather pants and bodysuit, trading it for a ice blue lingerie attire that looked so vibrant against her skin.

She places the cardigan back over for extra warmth as she hears the front door creep open. Peyton takes her time walking back to the front of the home, meeting Luca while he tosses his puffer coat onto the coat rack.

He doesn’t even get the chance to blow into his hands as he slowly turns to be engulfed by voluminous brown hair and arms locking around his neck. He hides a groan as he leans down a little, hands going to the back of her cardigan. “Oh, hello. Is this my surprise?”

“Part of it.” She turns her head slightly, pressing her full lips to his cheek, then traveling her kisses to his ear.

Peyton can feel Luca shudder and it’s not only from his body starting to heat up as he asks, “…What did you have in mind then?”

She steps back to do a little twirl and poses in the lingerie piece she quickly threw on. Luca’s eyes take no shame in drinking his fiancée in, his hues appearing darker as they meet her own eyes, “All this for shoveling snow?”

Peyton interlocks her hands together, sides of her arms pushing her cleavage together unintentionally, “Maybe…or maybe we need to get everything out of our systems before your mom stays with us for Christmas this year.”

It was only three days away and she was flying in tomorrow morning.

Luca hums as he takes a step towards Peyton, who playfully steps back, “Is that so?”

“Or…we get can get those THC cookies going if you prefer a snack first?”

“With you dressed like this,” Luca points with a natural curve of his arched brows, “Not a chance.”

Peyton lets out a squeal as Luca spins her back and away from the U-shaped kitchen tucked in the corner, his forehead pressing down against her’s as they breathed each other in. His cold hands make Peyton let out a sharpened breath but she still leans into his frame, as he hands run down the skin of her sides.

“Sorry love,” he apologizes, “I think you’ll have to turn on the heat.”

Her tongue reaches out to run against his bottom lip, his new facial hair that Luca decided to sport this season met great approval from Peyton, even tickled against her tongue, making Luca tighten his hold on her.

His eyes closed shut, trying to control himself at her teasing, her nails gently scratching at his upper back, “Oh I will.”

“No, I literally mean the heat! It's like ten degrees in here!" Luca hated to break up the moment a little but he had to say something as he shivered.

Peyton met his eyes, knowing that he wasn’t joking. She steps back but not without gently pulling him back to their bedroom, “Not the Brit being unable to handle Chicago’s weather.”

“Oh shut it,” Luca comments, yanking her back to his front to press his cheek against her’s, “It’s massively different and you know it.”

“Course…it’s not like I was raised here or anything.” Peyton wisecracked as they continued into their bedroom.

Luca let’s go of Peyton as she makes her way over to the fireplace. She squats down, making Luca thankful that he did snag this place, a fireplace in the bedroom for the harsh winter nights was a blessing in disguise. Peyton moves to grab Luca’s hands and place them right on her slightly bare backside, “That should help some, no?”

A smirk splits over his lips while he tightens his grip, “A bit, yeah.”

Peyton gets closer, their lips only just a space from touching, her hand travels down his torso towards his waistband, “Would you like some more assistance then, Chef?”

Once she had him in her hold, he nearly sunk into her, “Absolutely,” he manages to get out before taking the initiative to place his lips down on her’s.

They’re both squeezing each other, invoking moans that filled the quiet home. Just by kissing and touching was enough to get the other riled up. Peyton made it known that she was in charge this approaching evening as she’s on top. Luca’s back and chest were two of her favorite physical attributes but deciding to be generous, she allowed him to keep his crew neck on but she couldn’t speak for his lower half.

“Who needs a sleigh when I can just ride you?” Peyton whispered as she swirled her hips in the perfect figure eight, making Luca hiss.

Starting off slow was sort of their thing but at unexpected moments Peyton would speed it up, always catching Luca off guard. He made the mistake of bringing up some activities he and his fiancée both could get up to once free time was granted, being a blabbing mess and overstimulated as soon as she let go to sink down repeatedly.

It hurt so good.

Only because Luca was hiding something.

When she really started to ride, his fingertips dug into her flesh, trying to hold onto her hips, to slow down the process but as soon as she slapped his hands away, leaving Luca redder in the face, she raised his arms above his head, leaning forward, ready to press a nasty kiss to his mouth, but the whimper escaping his mouth, and the way he didn’t attempt to Buck up into her made a red flag go off.

She sits back, a frown appearing in between her brows.

“W-why did you stop?” Luca rasps.

Peyton breathes, “…something’s wrong.”

Luca immediately shakes his head, “No? No. Keep going.”

It’s Peyton’s turn to quirk up a brow, “Get up here and kiss me then.”

“Babe.”

“I’m not moving until you do.”

Peyton watched as Luca rests both of his hands against his face, sighing. Carefully he fists the comforter of the bed, immediately wincing as he tried to push himself up. One thing about Luca is, he took care of his body and sit ups never resulted in this much pain.

“You son of a bitch, you’re hurt!” Peyton’s mouth is agape, “Why didn’t you say anything? Did I—

Luca shakes his head, “It wasn’t you. Fucking hell it truly wasn’t…it was the snow! And how could I resist when you look like this?”

He runs his hands up Peyton’s thighs but she smacks them away, making him suck air between his teeth. “This is not okay and now I’m pissed.”

“Babe, it’s quite alright.”

Peyton mocks him, “But it’s not quite alright. You probably pulled a muscle and I’m making it worse. Which is exactly why I told you to leave it to the HOA.”

“They’re taking too long.” Luca huffed, “People are on a schedule here.”

Peyton rolled her eyes.

Of course Luca Hodgson always being the one to take matters into his owns hands, would want to shovel the snow and probably did the elderly neighbor’s portion as well.

Now look at him!

He was all busted up yet still looked so handsome even when he was trying to play his pain off! His hair was already fattened by his beanie, hair was coated with sweat now as it lay against his forehead, flushed skin, and watery deep blue eyes.

“These sidewalks are not a one person job. You should have waited and let me help you.”

“You can still help me,” Luca tries to persuade, “…in other ways.”

Peyton scoffs, “Oh you want me to stop riding you to either blow or give you a handy instead, as if you lying to me is okay? That I’ll let it slide? You’re unbelievable.”

“I didn’t lie…I just didn’t bring it up?” He weakly attempts to send the woman a smile but she glared at him.

“We’re not twenty-one anymore, don’t know if you noticed.”

“What are you on about?” Luca scoffs, “There’s no way you’re calling me a old geezer?”

Peyton raised her hands, “I’m not calling you a thing, baby.”

Luca tenses as Peyton eased herself off her fiancé, their body’s both tensing and still clenching at the loss of contact. He’s making grabby hands at her as she sticks her nose up in the air.

“Looks like you’ll be needing those cookies much sooner than I thought.” Peyton sasses as she starts to make her way over to the attached bathroom.

Luca grumbled, “I was perfectly fine with the ones right on top of me.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Luca calls back, struggling to roll onto his side as he watches Peyton’s hair disappear behind the wall.

Peyton returns with some cream, stare was heated enough as she peered down at him, knees brushing against the side of the bed, “Looks like this is starting to become part of our routine huh?”

“Of you telling me, ‘I told you so,’?” Luca guessed as Peyton carefully gets onto the bed and steps over him.

She yanks up his sweater, seeing the beads of sweat on his spine as well. It was safe to say that he was warmed up now, “No. Taking care of each other.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Luca sighed, leaning on his elbow.

Peyton makes a guess of her own, “Lower back.”

“Mhm.”

Her fingers go into the jar, the menthol and ginger scent was strong but it would do the trick. It was actually an old remedy from Peyton’s paternal grandmother who still made these jars full of peppermint, spearmint, and ginger. The woman has bad arthritis and decided making her own medicine was better than being forced to take pills. She was never a fan of doctors and when she found out about Peyton’s stormy battle with mental health, the spunky woman was ready to raise hell.

She was never a fan of Peyton’s mother.

“Here I was being a ho ho ho and my man needed medical attention.” Peyton says making Luca snort.

Once enough coated his back, Luca took his time turning to face Peyton who sat on her knees, his hand gently rubbing at the top of her knee, “It’s not your fault babe…and you didn’t see me exactly backing down. I completely consented to you having power over me.”

“You dog!”

“Correction: your favorite.”

Peyton adds, “You’d definitely be a wolfhound.”

Luca frowns, “Not a reindeer?”

“I don’t believe that’s in the same category—

Luca already has his hand on the back of Peyton’s neck, pulling her face to his lips, “Uh huh.”

He’s kissing her in a way that makes her toes curl underneath her ass. She manages to pull away and says in a warning tone, “Luca Hodgson…”

“Think you can spell it on my tongue?”

Peyton gasps, “I think we found the new ho.”

“Only Mrs. Claus’.”

“You’re on a roll!”

“…well we didn’t get to finish.”

“With good reason.”

Luca sighs with a caress of his facial hair, “You on my face has nothing to do with my back.”

Peyton thinks about it but again it’s taking much too long for Luca’s liking. He turns onto his back carefully, his hand moving to hold onto Peyton’s wrist, slightly tugging her. They haven’t tried this with his new facial hair and it’s not a position they did often but this season was supposed to be full of love anyway.

And as Peyton got comfy in her new seat, she had no problem professing her love as she rode out her high all while guiding Luca’s rolling pin in all directions equivalent to a compass.

She’s laying beside him, they’re both fighting to catch their breaths. Luca’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he lolls his head to meet Peyton’s who’s staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“Is it fair for me to say I told you so.” Luca quizzes, shuffling to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, thanks to the cardigan slipping from its space.

Peyton scoffs, “Whatever, I make you see stars and now you suddenly think you’re Superman.”

Luca rests his head against his wife to be’s shoulder, “actually it’s because I’ve got the number one thing on my wishlist.”

“Hold on, Christmas isn’t here yet, bud.”

“Might as well be.” Luca whispers, “I’m just glad that I’ve still got you.”

“Awww you sap!” Peyton cooes, moving her own head to press a kiss against his brow. Luca lifts his chin so their lips could reconnect, his tastes even better for obvious reasons.

“I mean it.” Luca’s stare turns intense and he doesn’t have to say more, although Peyton knows he could, but the man lets his eyes do the talking this time.

Peyton nods after a while of staring longingly into each other’s eyes. She intertwines her hand with his right, as he brings their hands to press a kiss to. “I love you, Luca Hodgson.”

“And I love you immensely, Peyton Hodgson.”

The way in Luca’s mind Peyton was already his wife, which is why he referred to her as such, always made her heart swell with a warmth of its own. She pressed her temple against Luca’s ready to catch an evening nap as the fireplace crackles on, providing further warmth and safety in the home.

As they lay side by side, the couple continued receiving checks off their wishlists, as long as they continued to be in each other’s space.

ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ

Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[felinecyan]

Trust Deposit

[Keigo Takami x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: His sudden presence and lack of enthusiasm has left you in a state of not only confusion, but also major concern.

WC: 1142

Category: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Established!Relationship

Oddly enough, this is the first time I have ever written for MHA (technically, on this blog, it’s the first of everything). How interesting🧐

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You didn’t know how to react when you saw those familiar pair of wings outside of your small apartment’s patio. The odd part wasn't that he was here, but it was the fact that he wasn’t even interested in going inside.

His back was turned, staring out into the city lights. And from the way he leaned against the railings, his head slumped forward; you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for talking. Hell, he probably didn't even want to be here.

So why was he?

Your chest heaved with every breath you took, and you didn’t even realize that you were inching towards the door until the breeze of the cold night bit at your skin. Your eyes narrowed, and you quickly went inside to grab a jacket, then stepped out.

And even with the loud, quite possibly obnoxious slam of the door, he didn't bother to move his head and acknowledge your presence. His wings remained stiff, and his shoulders rose up and down. You could only presume it was exhaustion since he was probably out on patrol for hours.

And that meant he would most likely leave soon if his actions were anything to go by.

Your brows furrowed, and you walked over to him.

He didn’t look at you, and his gaze was fixated on the bustling city. You could sense the unease radiating off of him, and it made you frown.

He looked... defeated.

It was a look you’d hate to see. Especially when he’s always seemed to look on the bright side of things, even if they were the slightest bit grim. It was something that had always caught your eye about him. He was like a ray of light, even in the darkest of situations.

Optimistic, as he’d say.

But now, that ray of light had momentarily gone MIA. Jeez, to make it even worse, he looked exactly like Endeavor. That thought alone was enough to make your frown deepen.

You leaned against the railings next to him, and you couldn't help but feel slightly offended at the lack of response he gave you. He didn’t even give a single glance or even a small wave of acknowledgment.

It hurt, you wouldn’t lie. But you didn’t say anything. You just stared out into the city, just like him, and hoped he would notice your presence.

The wind picked up, and the cool breeze brushed through his messy, blonde locks. The moonlight bounced off of him, and it made him seem even more tired than he already was. He looked paler, too.

Had he always looked this sickly?

The silence was killing you, and it felt suffocating. It wasn't like him to not have anything to say, and the quiet was almost foreign. You had to say something.

You glanced at him and sighed.

"Commission?" You asked quietly, your voice low but loud enough for him to hear.

His jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists. The first acknowledgment he gave, and you could only assume it was a sign that you were correct since, regardless of your question, he didn’t respond.

So, you hummed in response and continued to stare out at the city. And truth be told, you should really do this more often. The view was magnificent; the lights from the cars gave off the impression of twinkling stars.

You smiled.

"I should really come out here more often," you started. "But given the last time I decided to lean over the railings, I think it'd be a bad idea."

You were sneaky, and it was your best way of trying to cheer him up. It was the story of how you two met. A story where you accidentally leaned over the broken railings one day and almost ended up a splatter on the streets below.

Of course, when his fine ass came swooping down to save you, you were absolutely flabbergasted. He was, too, as a matter of fact, but for different reasons.

You fell in love with his presence, and he fell for your… well, your chicken nugget necklace.

Yeah, he was weird like that. Unfortunately, you ended up losing that particular chain and the chicken nugget pendant after a few weeks of wearing it. But that didn't stop him from coming around to your place, hoping for the real thing.

But, anyway, back to the present.

You expected him to smile or maybe give a laugh or a snicker. Hell, a groan was something you could've dealt with.

But no, instead, he was as silent as the grave.

He didn’t even seem to care or even want to remember. And it hurt because you really loved that day.

It was a fond memory, and it was the start of everything.

Maybe that was why he was ignoring it, and maybe that was why he was acting so out of character.

Maybe, just maybe, he was here to end things.

You frowned, and you could feel your stomach churn at the thought. He wouldn’t do that, right? After all these years?

Surely not…

Ugh, why were you like this? Of course, he wouldn’t do that. There had to be another reason. It’s been too long for him to have gotten tired, and he wasn't that type of person.

Right?

"Um—"

"Stop with that," he interrupted, and you could feel your heart drop.

"I—" You were cut off yet again.

"Birdie, I can feel your heart rate rising from here," he said, and the nickname almost made you cry. "It's not that. It's never been that.”

Damn. He was a little too perceptive, but you guessed that came with being a hero. Then again, there was also the factor that you were extremely predictable. It was why you always lost to him when playing any card games.

"Oh." That was all you could muster.

He sighed, and he finally, finally turned his head towards you. You couldn't read his face, and you hated it. You were always so easy to read, but you couldn't even get a single glimpse of what was going on in his head.

Even when you knew he was hiding something, all you could scramble up were assumptions due to his single-word answers. It was frustrating, and you couldn’t stand not knowing.

This time was no different.

"Do you trust me?"

You didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

His wings fluttered, and he smiled. But it wasn't the usual bright, warm, and friendly smile. No, it was more of a sad, pained smile.

It was forced.

"Thank you," he said.

Then, before you could even say another word, he had jumped over the railings and was already gliding away.

Your brows furrowed, and you leaned further into the railing. You were sure whatever he was feeling was transferred to you because all you felt was a tight, painful ache in your chest.

So much for a one-on-one chat, huh?

[milla-frenchy]

Thunder

2k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tess Servopoulos Chapt summary: you’re threatened and rebel against Joel Warnings: 18+ mdni. Noncon/dubcon (captivity, threats), dark FF, threesome (FFM), oral (m/f), fisting, degradation, spanking, spitting, slapping, squirting, light rimming, piv, facials, angst, mentions of dvp, anal and gangbang Writer chose not to use all warnings. If you need to know before you read, DM me a/n: reader's girlfriend is described as “she/her” in italics Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. This fic isn't for everyone, and that's ok. I don't condone any of this. Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing and listening to me whine 😄💕🫶 The Prodigy - Thunder | playlist | ao3 | series masterlist

Main masterlist - Part 3

You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing moans. Thinking Joel, Tommy or one of the guards was with her. You went to the bathroom to get a glass of water but froze when you heard a moan you didn't recognize. Feminine. Your throat tightened. No other women from the camp had come to your house since you arrived. You moved closer to the half-open bedroom door. The light of the moon allowed you to discern their bodies. Her face was between a woman’s thighs and this woman was holding her head against her pussy. Her back was arched with pleasure. 

Before you had time to figure out what to do, a hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming in surprise. Joel. You didn't even hear him come up the stairs. He nodded towards your bedroom and closed the door behind you two once you entered. Your heart was beating way too fast, because of…jealousy? Fuck.

“Who is she?” you managed to ask, trying to keep your feelings to yourself.

“Her name’s Tess. She’s not so much into dicks. She loves cunts. And she loves your girlfriend’s cunt,” he added, “sorry baby, you should get used to it. She’ll fuck you too.”

You tried to remain impassive again. Even if he gave you too much information. Much more than you wanted to hear and could handle.

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“She runs another camp for me. She's like Tommy, let's say. And she loves pussy as much as he does”, he smirked.

You felt a spike sink into your heart.

“Looks like someone’s jealous” he chuckled, before saying “come suck my dick, it’ll change your mind.”

You knelt down and took his cock in your mouth, trying to forget. But even when he shot his cum all over your face, you couldn't think of anything else.

The next day, you tried to behave as usual with her. It wasn’t a normal world, nor a normal life. You were just bodies available to raiders. You had just never imagined that women could be raiders, too. 

So when she placed her hand on yours in the kitchen, you tried not to tense up. Not to remove yours. You knew that you were unfair in your feelings, but you had the impression that the only thing that brought sweetness in your life no longer belonged to you.

A guard came to take you to the fuckhouse, as you called it now. You didn't expect to see Joel and Tess there.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. You didn't move, your eyes fixed on Tess.

“The fuck are you waiting for?  Get undressed.”

“I can’t…I can’t fuck her.”

And for the first time, she spoke to you, but you wished she hadn't when you heard her response.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be in charge. I'm gonna fuck you, you'll just have to take it. See if you’re worth it.”

They both were looking at you like you were a piece of meat, and you resigned yourself to undress.

“Come on baby. A mouth is a mouth, right?” he said. At that moment, you hated him.

You lay down on your back and she came to settle between your thighs. Your body and mind were closed, and you were mechanically waiting for her to do what she wanted. Joel was leaning against the window sill. That guy had immense self control. You thought about it every time he watched you being fucked by his men, usually coming last to rail you and mix his cum with the spend of those who’d used you before him.

Tess’s tongue along your folds made you forget about Joel. You didn't want to cum. You didn't want to give her that part of you. But her tongue was soft and precise, she knew exactly where to slide, where to linger. When she added a finger and started sucking your clit, you almost forgot your convictions. Two fingers slid into your now sopping pussy, fucking you gently. She had already found the right spot and you were struggling to hold back your moans. Her tongue swirled delicately on your clit, sometimes giving way to her lips which came to suck it. Within minutes, you were drooling on the bed. When she added a third finger, you muttered a “fuck…” and heard Joel chuckle. You were so focused on your sensations that you didn't even react to him, finally accepting the pleasure your body felt building. Your lower abdomen was hotter than ever.

“Make that slut squirt,” Joel said. You heard her laugh against your pussy. A laugh that meant “of course she’s going to squirt.” She showed such confidence. You saw her as a female version of Joel, and you might have feared her almost more than him.

She had barely started licking your clit again when you felt like you were losing all control over your body, and you squirted for the first time in your life, feeling like you were drowning the mattress. Your cheeks were hot, ashamed of having given her more than anyone else.

Tess didn't stop her movements and pushed a fourth finger into your pussy.

“Wait, what…what are you doing?”

“Oh, you’re gonna give me more than that, baby.”

You saw Joel take off his clothes and position himself behind her, spanking her to make her put her ass up.

When he was sliding his cock into her pussy, he didn't take his eyes off you. She raised her face for a few seconds and stopped licking your clit, getting used to Joel's cock. You saw her face, her eyes closed in pleasure. Joel’s gaze was still fixed on you. It was the first time you saw him from that angle, buried in a pussy. His broad shoulders, his biceps, all his muscles tightened. 

Instantly, she followed the same rhythm with her fingers in your pussy as his dick in hers. ​

“I thought you weren’t into dicks?” you dared to ask. Joel froze inside her to let her respond, hands on her hips. You knew he was buried deep inside her. You knew he loved that, these moments where he displayed his dominance by being buried in a cunt, the woman full of his cock. 

She smiled when he stopped, fully aware of what he was doing, too.

“Not so much. But sometimes I like to get fucked, and well…he’s the boss, right? By the way, your roommate has a really nice pussy. And she knows how to eat one, too.”

She fucking winked at you just before Joel started fucking her again, slowly. He kept looking at you, and you hated the smug look on their faces, the way they didn't care about you or your feelings.

When she rested her lips against your clit, her moans made you vibrate and a second orgasm swept through you, without you feeling it coming. You felt physically exhausted. Emptied. But she still didn't stop, and Joel fucked her gently so as not to hinder her movements. You felt spread apart like never before, and she pushed four of her fingers deeper. You couldn't believe it when you squirted again. 

“Fuck, did you see that, Joel?” she chuckled. “The bitch is wrecked.”

She spat on your pussy even though the sounds of her four digits sliding inside you left no doubt that you were wet. Soaked. And she added her thumb to the other fingers, squeezing them together as closely as possible, to let you get used to it. Then moving deeper.

“What are you doing? Stop it, please, you’re gonna hurt me. Please…”

But she didn't stop, and even added “told you, you’re gonna take it.”

You realized finally what she was talking about. And you thought that you could never take her whole hand.

“Don’t worry, you’ll take it”, Joel said. “We fucked your cunt with two dicks, multiple times. If you had been a whore, you’d have earned a lot of money with that pussy, baby.” He was reveling in the situation, you could see it in his eyes.

She spat again, twice. On your pussy and on her hand. Continuing to push. You felt your folds spread apart painfully, until the knuckle of her outstretched hand bumped against your pussy. She leaned down, sucking on your clit, then swirling the tip of her tongue over it. While continuing to lightly push her hand in you.

“Give her another one, baby. Come on her hand. Be a good girl, give it to her. And give it to me. Come on, baby.”

His praise was turning you on. You thought about all those times they fucked you with two cocks. Joel and Tommy's dicks opening you up, and your pussy accepting them. You came again, your moans almost becoming screams. And she pushed more, making your pussy give way. You felt torn apart. She didn't stop until her hand was down to her wrist. “Oh fuck, fuck!” you shouted. 

You felt full. Fuller than with two cocks in your pussy. And you hoped none of the men would think about fisting you, because her slender hand was already spreading you apart more than you thought was possible.

Although you were getting used to it and the sensation was now giving you way too much pleasure for your liking.

You started to moan again, and her hand began sliding in more easily. 

“Shit that’s hot”, growled Joel. “I’m gonna fuck her now. Not sure I’ll feel something though”. Your cheeks heated at his degrading words.

She withdrew her hand gently and brought it back to Joel's mouth while he was still buried inside her. He licked her fingers as he was looking at you.

“Get on all fours”, he told you.

You got on your hands and knees and she laid down in front of you, her pussy level with your face. Joel spanked you, sensing your reluctance. “Better make her come,” he said, menacingly. He pressed down on your head to put your face against her pussy. You submitted, ass in the air. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands and licked you, from your pussy to your ass. When he took his cock in his hand to thrust into you, hands clinging to your hips, your tongue was buried in her pussy. Her hands held your face against her.

“Fuck, should have told Tommy to join us to feel something. Seems like the whole camp banged you.” You held back your tears when you heard him. Thinking about what your life had become since he’d captured you. Even though you knew it could have been worse. It can always be worse, right? But that time, his words hit you right in the heart. He wanted to hurt you, and you didn't know why. Was he jealous of your relationship with her?

He pulled out, and tugged on your legs so you lay down. He placed all his weight on you, crashing you under his weight without mercy, leaving only his legs on the bed against your tightened thighs. He pressed your face against her pussy again, growling in your ear as he thrusted.

“Spread wider”, he told Tess. And he stuck his fingers in her pussy while you licked her clit. She moaned, louder and louder.

“Come for us, baby”, he told her. He spoke in a softer tone when he addressed her. And once again your heart was pricked. He was trying to hurt you.

When she came, she held your face against her, and her pussy jerked against Joel's fingers.

“On your knees, both of you. Open up, tongues out.”

You knelt as he physically dominated both of you, jerking his cock with his hand until he came all over your tongues.

You came home, and when you entered her bedroom, her things were gone. You ran down the stairs wanting to go back to the fuckhouse, but Joel was already coming.

“Inside”, he ordered you, grabbing your elbow.

“Where is she?”

“She’s moving to Tess’s camp. Tonight.” 

You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe he was acting like this, when he had always been, if not affectionate, at least never cruel.

“Why are you doing this? You think it’s easy for us here? Or you don’t even care for a fucking second?”

“Tess needs a new toy. I don't think your girlfriend is upset about going there, anyway.”

And you felt something switch inside you. You couldn't let him and Tess take her away from you. You couldn't imagine living here anymore, without her. Without her arms and lips to warm your body and soul at night. A cold anger gripped you, and you let it possess your entire mind.

“If it’s her wish to leave with Tess, fine. But if you force her...I swear to God I’ll turn this place to ashes and when you come to this house, you’ll find me dead in her bed. As a reminder that you lost everything because of your actions."

You saw his face tighten in surprise, and his breath stopped for a moment.

“You’re just a bitch. And you know where those who misbehave end up.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. ‘Cos you love my cunt too much to put me in the shithouse. There aren't many women here. In this house, it’ll be just me, if you make her leave. I saw two women the day I arrived. There are two women in the shithouse. So five women. Maybe a couple more that had kids and I don’t know them. What are you gonna do when you have only three women? two women? zero? Fuck your guards? Oh yeah, well… a mouth is a mouth right? So are holes.”

He slapped you. Stronger than he had ever done the other times, where it was more like a dominance sex game than anything else. You brought your hand to your hot cheek, and you couldn't help but smirk.

“Finally”, you said. “Finally, Joel the cold-blooded raider, is losing his cool.”

A second slap hit you, even harder than the first one, proving you were right. He called one of his guards through the window to watch over you, and left.

She didn't leave the camp. That evening, she returned to your house. You saw her coming back, when you were in the warehouse where he had locked you. 

You knew your rebellion would have consequences. You didn't wait long to find out which one exactly. When a machete hit the wooden table, you were relieved that Joel only cut your little finger off.

After cauterizing your wound, he left you there until the next day. 

When he picked you up and brought you to the fuckhouse, your throat tightened. Your little finger wouldn’t be the only punishment. She was there, sitting on a chair. A guard had a gun pointed at her head, and several of his men were there.

“Fuck her”, Joel told his men pointing at you. “You don’t have to make her cum. If she does, good for her, but it’s not your problem today. Don't fuck her ass. I want at least one hole still tight for me tonight.”

He turned to you “If you misbehave, you'll regret not having let her go with Tess.” He nodded to the armed guard.

Finally, he told her “enjoy watching her getting fucked hard. This is the consequence of what she did for you.”

When you got home, the sun had set. You went to lie down on your bed and she held you close, healing your wounds as she held you against her. More psychological than physical. Even though they were usually the worst.

“I’m so sorry”, she said. 

“Don’t. I regret nothing.”

She kissed your forehead and said “thank you. For everything.” She paused before adding “my name is Victoria. I've never told my real name to anyone here. I didn't want them to have that part of me. I don’t care if they know it now. You’re the first one to know, it’s all that matters. You can call me Vic.”

“Vic” you repeated. “You’re mine, Vic. And I’m yours”, you told her, caressing her cheek with your bandaged hand and smiling gently at her. You kissed, and you already knew that your heart was healing.

She held you against her for a few minutes, before saying “Joel is gonna come tonight.”

“I know. I will be ok.”

You knew it deep down. Joel knew that you’d be obedient again. You just wanted him not to take her away from you. He could have punished you much harsher, but you were apparently right in your reasoning. Women were a rare resource, as Tommy had told you the first day. Joel needed his soldiers to be calm and trustable. As long as they would have enough food and cunts to fuck, everything would be fine.

When he entered your bedroom, he gestured for her to go to hers.

As he unzipped his jeans and approached the bed, he warned you, “If you do something like that again, not even your pussy will save you.”

You nodded.

He made sure to make you cum, before and while fucking your ass.

****

“I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything” F. Scott Fitzgerald

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It's been a couple weeks since we've been back in Vacuo, I've felt out of place now after riding in the ever after and fused with Cinder. Being bound to that woman I hated for so long, the hate has dried up after being merged with her for thirty years. I should still hate it, but those memories I can still see them in my sleep.

"Trouble sleeping too, huh?" A feminine voice Jaune had recognized all too well asked, making him turn his head to see Cinder.

"No, not really." He replied, turning his head to the Vacuo night sky as he heard Cinder walk over to him and lean against the rail.

"Yeah, same here." She says before speaking once more, "So Seven sisters huh?" Cinder asked trying to lighten the mood.

Jaune's head drops sighing before letting out a soft giggle.

"Yep, seven sisters, I still don't know how my mom and dad managed that." Jaune says.

"Must have been nice to have parents that cared huh." Cinder asked him.

"Yeah, sorry for keeping us merged for thirty years." Jaune says rubbing his arm.

"Don't just don't. After all the shit I've done to you and your friends, I deserved it. You opened my eyes to all the bad shit I've done, and I don't deserve forgiveness. I don't deserve apologies, Jaune. I don't deserve anything." Cinder says, gripping the railing with both of her human arms, "The blacksmith gave me my humanity back, Jaune. She gave me my arm back my eye back." Cinder says, tearing up softy.

"Beautiful eyes at that," Jaune says before covering his mouth and making Cinder blush softly.

"Ladies man, much?" Cinder jokingly teased as she watched Jaune put his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Shut up, please," Jaune says as he hears Cinder losing it, laughing her ass off at Jaune being embarrassed.

Eventually, Jaune joins in laughing at himself as well before the two calm down and breathe from the amount of laughing they've just done.

"Jaune... if the answer is no, I'll understand, but would you like to give fusing with me one more time?" Cinder asked, making Jaune look at her.

Jaune was silent for a few seconds before making his hand glow in his arua and offering the arua covered hand to Cinder, who softly smiled and took hold as a light emitted from them as a new person told there. They had golden and black locks of hair, a blue eye, and an amber eye. A set of dark black armor with a merged emblem of the Arc Emblem and Cinder's Emblem.

"I never thought you two would fuse again" Ruby's voice called as the new person looks at Ruby.

"Yeah, me neither," the person says as Ruby could hear Jaune and Cinder's voices overlapping before merging into one.

"So wildfire?" Ruby asked for the name of the fusion.

"No, that was us in the ever after but here? Call us... Juniper, " they say, smiling at Ruby, who smiles back.

[tunnelsnacks]

Deacon head canons from my old blog be upon ye!

The UP Deathclaws were never real...the L&L gang is though

“He’s sharp as a whip, feisty in the field and extraordinarily cautious with his actions and even more careful with his words”

Deacon’s favorite color is green, hazel green

If he had a character theme it would be Deacon Waltz by Christian Sedelmyer and Jerry Douglas (The name’s just a coincidence)

A very very light sleeper, before Wanderer he would only sleep for around 3 hours peppered throughout the day

It always takes him an hour to fall asleep, even after he & Wanderer start ‘their you sleep and I’ll watch over you’ deal

He’s not religious, but he still prays

Before Wanderer he’d have, what my old therapist calls, micro-bursts of stage three sleep without realizing it (REM sleep) people can do this while looking and cting completely awake, which is why Carrington doesn’t take him serious in meetings... he looked like he’s not paying attention but nada, the man’s brain was just shutting down a little bit

Because of the lack of sleep he got for so long, Deacon disassociates between himself & his body constantly. At times careless with himself...cracking jokes & laughing in dangerous situations... his brain was teetering the line between being asleep and awake so often he couldn’t tell the difference. (sleep deprivation makes you feel unstoppable...cocky even)

Another thing he lost as a result of Wanderer was being able to sleep standing up, because his body doesn’t need to take over for his mind anymore

Smells faintly of cigarette smoke (mainly because of Dez) and basil and something else that can’t really be placed

He fell in love with a school teacher once, she was the one that taught him how to read

Can write/read French but oh god pronounces every letter like how they sound in English... so he sticks to writing messages to himself that most people think are ramblings of a child when/if found

October is his favorite month... June makes him ache

If he’s not at Wanderer’s side or on his own op, he’ll be at the Church... but after Tea Party? He settles on the couch in Wanderer and Shaun’s home until she convinces him to just move in, they’ve slept in the same room for so long at this point but he can’t fathom having a home again. It’s a hard adjustment

If you look of the definition of a ginger you’d find a picture of him at age 14, the freckles keep coming back no matter how many times he gets them removed

You know how you can catch him spying on you in the settlements? Yeah, he wanted you to see him... but not near 111 or a few other places

He’s the person in the Third Rail that points Wanderer to MacCready before they meet, he can’t have her traveling alone like that when she still so green to the world

In codes, D is for Desdemona and d is for Deacon

If not written, agents that are high enough to know their names say Big D and Little D (Dez hates it but he thinks it’s cute, if not clever)

He tenses ever so slightly when he hears the name John/Johnathan

Holds tension in his jaw like no one else, it’s a wonder his teeth haven’t shattered

Hates the taste of coffee but constantly drinks it

Was a hell of a swing dancer in his youth, now he likes slow dancing though that wasn’t discovered until Wanderer showed up

He’s 37 at the youngest and 45 at the oldest

When he left the gang at 19, they shattered every bone in his left hand & wrist, it aches when it rains

Hides his eyes because they were her favorite part of him, the one thing he can’t change ironically, also the sleep thing. He can’t let people know how tired he is all the time

He was born in Rivet City and his mother was a hairdresser, father a drunkard of a city security officer

His ma taught him how to French braid hair

His last name is Deacon. Baby Shaun is the only one who knows that though... Shaun said “Hey Mr. Deacon” & he said “Hey Mr. Hale” (Wanderer’s last name) & Shaun being the clever kiddo he is, cocked his head to the side connecting some dots cause if his first name was Deacon why would he respond with Shaun’s last one?)

Absolutely fascinated with the old world, collects information and fun facts about that time forgotten which Wanderer feeds into

His favorite thing Wanderer tells him about/teaches him is the proper pronunciation of some words and how to spell others

The man has always had a temper, got it from his dad, he works very hard to keep it under control (I can think of a few pieces of dialogue where he’s talking through gritted teeth, anger threatening to boil over)

At first, he was only by Wanderer’s side so nobody could pull her away from the Railroad - he knows what a game changer she is... but they work so well together and she plays along with his tall tales so often that after a while he forgot about the first part

A terrifyingly good shot, better than MacCready and he’s doing it with sunglasses on

He 100% is John D, the terminal entry where Pinky(?) says a runner was the sole survivor and then immediately tried to get people to go back for documents?? A classic Deacon move

Only smokes in HQ (I’ve actually only seen his idle animation of that in the church and at Mercer) unless he’s in a role or somewhere where Wanderer is comfortable... or is extremely stressed out

He hates Hancock, well not hate- but he’s not on the Christmas card list

Deacon knew Shaun was taken 60 years before Wanderer woke up. He knew and he didn’t tell her and it is the secret he hopes she never finds out

Dee’s gotta special soft spot for Tinker Tom, loves him like a crazy brother

His sniper rifle is named Church Bell, lovingly crafted by Tinker

Not sure how he feels about gen 1’s and 2’s, especially after knowing Nicky V but... if he’s gotta do it

Exclusively refers to Nick Valentine as Nicky V

He knows Preston Garvey has a fat ass crush on Wanderer but has neglected to tell her this little fun fact

Tries to shave his head nearly every morning, when he’s with Wanderer he does so when it’s his turn on watch and she’s asleep

The Railroad is his family, they mean so much but of course he’s always kept everyone distant after what happened with Agamemnon

Deacon has been with the railroad between 14 and 20 years

He genuinely doesn’t like Carrington but he’s not going to avoid going to him if he’s hurt of course

His hands are always warm, which is great cause Wand’s are always cold (being frozen for 210 years will do that to a gal)

Do I need to go into the heights thing??? He hates tagging along to set up MILAs but he’ll be damned if he lets his best friend fall off a roof again

He picked the name; Wanderer (don’t get me started on Project Wanderer and Dez’s “it seems fitting” I’ll rant for so long guys)

Doesn’t like sweet foods but fancy lads is a whole other topic

Open spaces stress him out, too much he can’t see

Non-binary but uses he/him pronouns

Doesn’t drink more than a beer or two, but has an unsettling high tolerance

He won’t ever instigate a relationship beyond what he and Wanderer have, as his va Ryan Alosio put it in an interview, his heart’s been absolutely shattered and he can’t stand the thought of being the cause of someone he loves getting hurt because of him again. He loves her but he can’t

Before he got surgery for the first time, he looked like Ryan (the devs actually tweaked his design to resemble him) his original face looks close to what he has now, not that he remembers what that face looked like

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic finder

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1. There is a fic that I don’t remember the name of but it was wangxian arranged marriage with heavy angst and unhappy WWX. I remember it had a line going “Being married to me is killing him” so if anyone knows it I will be forever grateful 🥰 @kanrax-blog

FOUND! Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. hello im looking for a fic where lotus pier is home to a bunch of eldritch horrors so our jiang trio have darker vibes. thank you so much for your help

FOUND? Monster in Human Skin Series by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T/M, 20k, WCZ/CSSR/JFM, NiecestXu, QHJ/WWX, WRH/WWX, Dark Jiāngs, dark au, grey morality, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Happy Murder Family, Dehumanization, Dark NHS, Dark NMJ, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-human characters, Morally Gray WWX, Gūsū Lán Elders Bashing, Dark Gūsū Lán Sect, Solitary Confinement, Touch-Starved, Gaslighting, Victim Blaming, Mental Health Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Break, Mental Coercion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Difference, no WangXian, Literal monster in human skin, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Imprisonment, Mind Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Incest, Stockholm Syndrome, Power Imbalance, Captivity, spoil of war, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Conditioning, Master/Pet, Fairytale elements, Eldritch) It's about JFM/WCZ/CSSR though

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3. i was hoping you could also help with finding a fic and since i don’t want to flood the inbox, i wanted to put my request here.

i’m looking for a fic/series where wei wuxian and lan wangji are both actors that work on a project together that involves them being intimate. the catch is that wwx thought lwj hated him and so there’s tension there. there’s also a continuation of when they’re happily together where wwx finds a shrine/treasure room dedicated to himself when visiting lwj’s house. it’s one of the first fics i ever read and it’s so deeply buried that I can’t seem to find the bookmark for it and was hoping for help. thank you in advance and i wish you all well.

FOUND! Feel My Love by Leffy (E, 5k, wangxian, modern, Actors, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, inappropriate use of light sticks), of Blooming into the Color of Love series. shout out to asker and their brain cooperating with the details of the fic cause it made it easy to find !

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4. I'd love some help finding a fic! it's a short-ish smut modern au, with gnc lwj who wears skirts and does makeup for football/soccer player wwx, but it's very much canon dynamics! i think wwx has some but not a lot of comphet in it, wwx is very amenable to getting railed by lwj after he learns that this is a thing that could happen. i really enjoyed the characterization

I know I've read 4 but I can't find it/remember what it's called argh. The Twin Jades were child stars and LQR taught them that they had to have other avenues so LXC is a philanthropist (??) And LWJ moonlights in fashion design. He overheard footballer!WWX admitting he would have sex with LWJ and with Mianmian (???)'s help he made it happen. I think the end is a fast forward years later still together/happy.

FOUND! wear me out by plonk (Not Rated, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Couture, Football | Soccer, Not!Fic)

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5. hi! trying my luck hunting down this fic which i sadly don't remember much of except for one scene. what i rmb is wwx seeing a comb that he wants to get for lwj in caiyi town, and not buying it the first time due to budget issues. when he eventually returns to the stall again, it turns out the seller kept it for him: wwx learns about this from the seller's husband, who is the one at the stall this time, and wwx is surprised to learn about the acceptance of cutsleeve relationships in gusu. thank you very much!!!

FOUND! 🔒 Unstoppable by Netrixie (T, 149k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wolf-shifter WWX, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Fix-It, Werewolf, Shapeshifters)

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6. Hello, I would like some help?? I’m looking for a fic but I completely forgot the name 🥲

it was a MDZS/TGCF crossover: Xie Lian joined the juniors on their nighthunt and Jingyi spends most of the time suspicious of him. At one point they all thought Xie Lian died but Lan Zichen appeared and performed cpr on him and he was fine. At the end WWX recognized him and called him grand uncle and tells the kids Xie Lian’s a god (and when they ask ‘why didn’t you say anything?’, Xie Lian’s only response was ‘you didn’t ask’)

That’s all I remember, I’m loosing my mind trying to look for it please help me 🥺🥺 I’m sorry if it’s a pain @cullen-blue23

FOUND! Lan Jingyi and the Adventure of the Immortal Cultivator by litbynosun (T, 5k, the junior quartet, TGCF/MDZS, Crossover, Just a Fun Little Romp, Minor Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence, Ghosts, postcanon, (for both books), Friendship, A Pack Of Teens Roaming The Countryside With Swords)

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7. Hello! Excuse me but could you please help me with the title of the Wangxian fic that's a Gawain and the Green Knight AU? Where Lan Wangji plays the role of Gawain and enters into a weird sex game with the Yiling Laozu and Wei Wuxian not knowing they're the same person until the duel? Please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

FOUND! rare the man who'll hold to faith by Fahye (M, 13k, wangxian, canon au, Identity Porn, With Apologies To The Chivalric Romantic Tradition)

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8. Fic finder request please! 🙂

Wangxian was in an arranged marriage au and WWX, in trying to get to know LWJ, hangs onto his arm or something and gets pushed into a pond (by accident fromLwJ), but WWX thinks it was on purpose and he decides to be just as rude back. I can’t remember anything else about it, but I think it had a happy ending and that LWJ had to grovel a bit. I swear I’ve read it a few months ago and can’t find it anywhere! 😭😭

FOUND! i won’t say i’m in love by kazzywx (E, 12k, wangxian, rape/non-con, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, skippable NSFW scenes, wwx’s is basically meg from hercules with his “i wont say im in love” shtick, Hurt WWX, Boypussy, WWX Has a Vulva, Intersex WWX, Dubious Consent, Feminization, Mating Bites, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Mpreg, WWX & WQ Friendship, WWX & WN Friendship, Possessive LWJ, WIP)

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9. Hi, nice ppl! I'm looking for a fic (Modern AU). LWJ is a rich lonely businessman who finds erotic model WWX online (he doesn't do it for pleasure but to pay JC's medical treatment) & falls for him. No explicit sex, WWX just shows his body (only HALF of his face to keep anonymity) & sends private set of pix to clients after paying a lot of money. LWJ becomes the best client instantly, getting more pix & phone calls, which seems to be enough 4 him (he's in love). WWX doesn't trust him, he thinks he could be a psycho, so they didn't meet YET (the fic wasn't finished & now I cannot find it). One day, WWX is in a photo session w/erotic lingery in a building room near LWJ's office, who 'feels' smth but, as he gets to the place, it's already empty & the staff + WWX gone. He founds a piece of his costume & keeps it. Sorry I have no more to add, only that WWX really needs the money for JC's health & asks LWJ to make the payments to his own bank acc, not to the agency (perhaps that lil' info helps). LXC notices a positive change in his brother's mood but LWJ doesn't tell anything to him. TYSM!xo @einherjermineord

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10. Hello this is a long shot but my history and bookmarks crashed on AO3 and there was a fanfic I was reading it was about LZ meeting WY as children one of the two save the other from dogs, LZ gave WY his drum rattle, in a Yilin alley, it was cold and the thin clothed WY got a coat from LZ the author described the coat or cape as embroidery and elegant, then when the uncle and brother came to him, he turn and WY left with the drum rattle but not the coat/cape, years later they are married have children WY pulls out drum rattles and then the old one (which he used as design for the other ones) and is there where they realized are them in the childhood encounter ... I know it's a long shot but do you know what fic I am talking about? Oh and I think it has the tones of mpreg hence the children, but I can't remember much, if you could help me please and thank you

PS there is an author that used a similar encounter in "A Matter of Time" but that is not it I am so sorry to bother you about this, this author told me about you so here I am 😁

Sincerely @mysticalyunique

FOUND! As if you were on fire from within by jalpari (E, 30k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ/Fox WWX, Canon Universe, Getting Together, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Pregnant LWJ)

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11. Hello!! I'm looking for either one or 2 fics here. I might have read them at the same time and they blurred together, or it is the same fic. Anyway, one of them has mo xuanyu and nie huaisang working together and mxy is a fashion designer that insists on dressing wwx. And then the other has a scene where wwx is at some fancy party and escapes lwj through like a sky light. It's a cat-and-mouse fic where lwj is trying to capture wwx.

Thanks for your help and all the hard work yall do 🖤🖤🖤

FOUND! To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

FOUND!🔒🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex) #11b with the cat and mouse game sounds like kitzukanas "rule #1 don't get attached"

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12. Hello again. First off I'd like to thank you for all your hard work and help. This blog means alot to me.

I need help finding a fic. It's a modern au. WWX is a hacker. I forgot what LWJ does. It's not something he likes. He doesn't like his life/work. Doing it just for family. There was a part in the fic where LQR said/asked? If LWJ was happy and LWJ said no.

If you do find this fic, would you also recommend something in this similar theme? LWJ doing things for family and not being happy and LQR finds out and regrets his actions? @lailan-rosie

FOUND? Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

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13. Hi, Help me find this fic🙏

Lwj is in a hostage/courtesan/concubine situation and the ones who owns him are either wens or jins. Lxc is free and about, knows lwj's situation yet does nothing/can't do nothing because of sect politics.

WWX meets lwj, a stranger at lwj's institution/lodgings and is appalled at lxc for his inaction. Wwx fights/duels lxc saying hes a bad brother. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

NOT FOUND! The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

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14. Hi! I’m looking for a fic where rogue!wwx(?) meets LWJ who came down from the mountain just to collect books and bring knowledge back to the cloud recesses. It’s like a right of passage thing? They travel together a long time and then LWJ gets called home. I think he gives WWX a way to contact him even though he shouldn’t? And WWX ends up bringing the Wen remnants to CR.

FOUND? my rivers tilt towards you by perfectlyrose (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fairy Tale Elements, dragonji, mentions of, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, First Meetings, Romance, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort)

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15. hi ! this is for fic finder, i think i asked before but i don’t believe it was found: wangxian modern au, they reunite after a gap bc lan zhan gets into an accident (he’s fine, but it was going to be on the news because he’s a bit famous (i think it was as a tv baker) so lan xichen comes over to tell him). they get closer again and i think near the end it’s revealed that lan sizhui is lan yuan, a patient wei ying grew attached to that lan zhan adopted a few yrs after wei ying disappeared @willesnelson

FOUND? Lifelong Confidant by saved (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Angst, Past Character Death, Families of Choice, Explicit Sexual Content, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Oblivious WWX, playing fast and loose with basic real life things, references to past alcoholism/substance abuse, Alcohol)

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16. Hello! Hoping to find a fic where Meng Yao I think is the main character. Modern AU, the ensemble are nurses/doctors. Meng Yao is a nurse, but like the head or charge nurse - he points out you can tell bc he's wearing a particular color of scrubs (yellow?). The plot had to do with people actually protecting him for once and his father trying to pin his own mal practice (or possibly Jin Zixun's) on Meng Yao. But Nie Huisang manages to save the day by "stumbling across" records that proved it was Jin Guangshan/Zixun at fault.

Thanks so much for all your hard work mods! @somevariationofgay

FOUND! No Drug Like Me by Justkeeptrekkin (E, 32k, XiYao, Modern AU, Hospital, They're all doctors and nurses, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Fluff)

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17. hii, I hope you're doing well, I'm looking for fic whose description was smth like "yuan watches some man try take away his xian-gege" it isn't accurate, and I think it's a humorous fic from a-yuan's pov where lwj is around wwx and yuan is annoyed. Thank u for ur work!!! @mercurygirlwt28

FOUND! as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Found Family, Food Issues, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, sizhui pov, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff) lmao I found it myself. thank you sm for ur time!!!!!

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18. Hi I’m looking for a fic where Wei Ying wears Gusu Lan robes and no one recognizes him?

I think (and don’t quote me lol) that it is after the temple scenes and he lives in Gusu land now. @kyuubikuroba

FOUND? Wei Wuxian is Definitely Not Possessed by CursedBlessing (T, 20k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Misunderstandings, Is it exorcism if there's nothing to exorcise?, General Dumbassery, Humor) maybe chapter 3 of this one? Some people recognize wwx but some don't

FOUND? How Odd by bedheadrat (M, 35k, WIP, Case Fic, Fluff and Smut, BAMF WWX, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Rich LWJ, Genius WWX, Separation, Anxiety, Evil Plans, Touch-Starved, LWJ 's white robes kink, Attempted Kidnapping, Attempted Seduction, Misunderstandings, Not Cheating, Threats, Vandalism, Stealing, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon)

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19. hello! i am looking for a fic, if you don’t mind helping me ☺️

i believe in the fic wwx and lwj used to know each other well (or were together? i cant remember), and wwx came back to lwj’s life with baby sizhui. the baby is also lwj’s i think? but lwj didnt know prior to wwx’s return. the fic is set in modern times, so lwj is a rich boss running a company and wants to provide wwx and baby sizhui everything they need. theres this one scene where lwj gets overwhelmed about the whole situation, so he starts making lists: schools for sizhui, putting wwx on lwj’s uber plan, etc etc.

i’ve been looking for this fic for a very long time but my hands still come up empty. thank you very much!

FOUND? Family Pictures (Or: “Mark Rothko is very, very dead, Wei Ying.”) by belleweather (M, 37k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Post Mpreg, Modern AU, Cindarella Story, Mistaken Identity, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, art conservator lwj, idiot WWX, (he gets better slowly), shockingly little actual sex omg what happened to me, fake/mistaken cheating, no actual infidelity)

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20. Hey, I'm losing my mind looking for this fic where wy fall in love with 3 different people he meets(like gamer id, chat id, irl id) but they're all lwj.

Any idea which fic this is? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

#20 it's not duo with you.

Actually I'm currently reading duo with you and that's is when i remembered about the 3 identity fic i can't find.

Duo with you is very nice to read, thanks

NOT FOUND! The Best Gift by Lan_Wangjoe (E, 45k, wangxian, Modern, Mistaken Identity, Miscommunication, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Dorks in Love, Nice LQR, Meet the Family, Nerdiness, Science Boyfriends, Science Experiments, Fake Science, Science Husbands, Geeks, Work Contains Fan(s) or Fandom(s), Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Adopted Children, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Marriage, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Stupidity, Himbo LXC, Lan Himbos, Lán Family Feels, Making fun of the Lan's again, Everyone Is Alive, Everyone Thinks They're Together, Good Parents JFM & YZY, Genius WWX) Wwx is a "true genius" that was obsessed with books written by lqr. He's fav character is hgj, online frenemy is lwj, and irl genius rival is lz

NOT FOUND! Duo With You by Nyatci (T, 48k, wangxian, JFM/YZY, JYL/JZX, modern, College/University, , Gamers WàngXiànCasual Gaming, enemies to lovers (sorta), Secret Identity vibes, they play league of legends, Kinda Crack but treated very seriously, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Comedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Abusive Jiāng Family, Eventual Happy Ending, Ga(y)mers WangXian, now with fanart, WIP)

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[asphodels-solitude]

Hello, first post 👋

Consider this an intro, ig—

I'm asphodels-solitude (username subject to change, possibly) but you can call me "Ace", since that's what I'll go by here on Tumblr.

A few things about me:

🌊 I'm currently 19 years old and a college 1st year (soon 2nd year, I hope) as I'm writing this.

🌊 I had a blog on here before, but idk where it went. Anyway, it only had some activity to it due to me writing Incorrect Quotes and making other posts for Dangerous Fellows (the otome game)

🌊 My way of texting/writing in non-fanfic posts may be a bit dated since the last time I was very active was around the time said otome game was mildly popular, which was around late 2019-2020 lol. Before that I was only ever allowed to have fb to talk to relatives overseas, so my humor might come from fandom communities on there too

🌊 I write fanfics occasionally, but I don't know when I'll post any (rest assured, I will—)

🌊 I might reblog some fanfics or any fan content I like as kind of an archiving thing, please comment on my reblog if you don't want me to reblog your fics/writing or any posts really

🌊 Slightly colorblind in blue and green, although my fav colors are also... Blue and green

🌊 Chronically ill, so might not be that active

🌊 English isn't my first language, so my writing might be a bit wonky

🌊 I was a former writer for our school paper, but I'm veeeeeery out of practice, and I only wrote in my native language too, so another reason my writing might be a bit wonky

🌊 Not very online due to both school and low energy, so if I miss anything or say anything offensive, kindly correct me or explain things 😭

That's all for general information, really

My Main Fandoms✨

And my favs from each teehee

🖊️ Tears of Themis

Vyn (literally obsessed with him)

🖊️ Honkai: Star Rail

Blade (also literally obsessed with him), Argenti, Jing Yuan, Gepard

🖊️ Genshin Impact

Cyno 💜, Alhaitham, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

🖊️ Dangerous Fellows

(although I'm not sure I'll write for it that much since it's been a while since I've played the game and feel like I don't know the characters that well anymore 💔)

Ethan, Lawrence (love-hate relationship with Lawrence, tbh)

What I Will Write for:

Character x Readers (since I usually imagine myself with my favorite characters, and that's what I'm mostly used to writing lol)

Yandere stuff (especially if given a prompt)

Omegaverse (but only fluff, and light smut since I'm not that experienced with writing smut)

What I WON'T Write for:

Some dark content (I read dark content and "dark romance", but some of it is too far for me)

Fully detailed smut (I'm not that experienced in writing it)

Furry stuff (nothing against it, I just feel like I wouldn't capture the essence of it if I'm writing for it)

Mecha (same with above)

Rules for my asks and other blog interactions, ig?

Sending writing prompts is okay (ps. PLEASE send writing prompts, I get writer's block often) ✅

Asking for clarifications on my writing is okay ✅

Anonymous asks are okay ✅

Don't use swear words at people ❌

Things like "fuck you, [name]" or anything cussing people out

My messages are turned off for people I don't follow ❌

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT ❌

When interacting with my posts, I sometimes check your profile and will check your age, so please have it visible since my writing may have mature themes ❌

That is all~

[oddygaul]

Zenless Zone Zero

Well, I’ve been playing the shit out of this game, so fair warning, there will be significant brainrot ahead.

Overall, I really dig it. I’m a huge mark for character action games, and well-done life sims tend to suck me in; Zenless Zone Zero is nailing both those aspects pretty damn well. In fact, it’s nailing them well enough that… how do I put this… it starts to slip into the territory of being A Good Game Generally, rather than just a gacha. And while this is a big accomplishment for ZZZ, this also puts it into direct conversation with other full-price games, resulting in its gacha elements causing more friction than Honkai Star Rail’s ever did*.

*I’ll be comparing this to HSR a lot, because I play way too much of both and they’re made by the same developer. I recognize that it is pretty odd and potentially even problematic to A / B compare them when I could be looking at the game through the lens of, you know, Gaming At Large. But hey, that’s why this is a subjective journal and not a holistic review blog! It is what it is.

So, the aesthetic of this game fuckin rules - it’s like, late 90s to early 2000s VHS-core. The main characters run a Blockbuster, for Christ’s sake. Presentation-wise (and systems-wise, and, hell, music-wise), ZZZ is obviously borrowing a lot from the Persona series, but like… great? I’d love it if more things cribbed that style and made it their own, from the confidant hangouts, to the small but comfy explorable areas, to the dynamic menus with edgy character poses. The character design itself is all superb, all the way down to the crowd NPCs - some the shopkeepers here have cooler designs than the main characters of some other games. Even aside from the designs, ZZZ is doing a lot with lighting and color desaturation that really lends it its own unique vibe. They actually have a cohesive artstyle in here! wild.

The presentation of the story is also killer. Sure, a decent chunk of the conversations are just models lip-flapping at each other - although they at least emote and pose a bit here, unlike the Star Rail dialogue scenes with their demure princess waves. In the main story, though, we get not only a heap of fairly lengthy cutscenes, but also this really cool comic panel-style presentation.

I feel like there was a bit of a trend in the PS3/360 era of games to present a game’s story in this comic panel / storyboard style. I understood the motivation: games increasingly demanded a more involved, consistent storytelling approach, rather than the ‘One big rendered cutscene at the beginning and end’ they used to get away with, and the generation’s increased visual fidelity meant that doing even basic, in-engine cutscenes took a lot more resources to make something half-decent. In Spyro the Dragon on PS1 you could get away with a fun little 15-second gag with a barely animated polygonal yeti or whatever; in the PS3 era, you were going up against tryhards like Metal Gear Solid 4. Amidst this landscape, the pitch of having your illustrators pretty up some storyboards and put them in the game sounds like it’d save a lot of work - plus, consoles were finally outputting a high enough resolution that this sort of flat image wouldn’t be compressed to hell.

Thing is, I always kinda hated that approach. In some cases, I think that’s the popular opinion - I fuckin love Bayonetta, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone defend its weird slideshow cutscenes. Even in games where the execution is perfectly fine, though, it rubbed me the wrong way. I think of Infamous - objectively, the art’s solid and fits the tone of the game, and the motion graphics aim to capture some of the dynamism typical cutscenes would provide. Despite all that, it still feels cheap to me - all of the panning, effects, and graphic imagery feel like they’re trying to polish up something that inherently doesn’t fit.

In ZZZ, though, I’m loving every one I come across. It’s obviously still done for efficiency reasons - there’s already a handful of characters that exist only in these panel scenes, saving the team the effort of having to model and rig them. But the freedom this allows for staging and storytelling is huge; the characters are more expressive here than anywhere else in the game, and we’re able to see situations with huge crowds and new locales much more often than would be possible in typical cinematics. And the illustrations are genuinely good, too - full of character, cool poses and creative compositions/angles.

if everything actually had to be modeled, there's no way we would've gotten Legally Blonde Nicole

Plus, the cutscenes are constant, and boy do I love the animation here. It feels so rare nowadays for a high-budget game to do stylized 3D animation of this ilk. Your biggest budget games are all going for the cinematic look, and pushing realism as much as they can - and while I know an immense amount of work and craft goes into animating something like The Last of Us, boy, I just could not care less about something so lacking in flair*. Even bigger properties that use a stylized artstyle these days, like Breath of the Wild, still tend to lean towards fairly naturalistic animation. Zenless Zone Zero’s cutscenes, on the other hand, spin and stretch motherfuckers around like we’re back on the PS2, are filled with forced perspective, and I am absolutely living for it. It’s not even reserved only for bombastic action scenes, either - we get honest to god character acting-focused conversation cutscenes.

*Seriously, take me back to the Naughty Dog that animated Jak & Daxter. Jak’s hero animation is top tier to this day

Of course, the combat animation slaps too; each of the playable agents is absolutely dripping with character. Even characters whose designs initially left me cold won me over once I saw the amount of care put into their movement and combo strings. It’s honestly shocking to me that this is the same studio that made Genshin Impact, a game I dropped after about 2 hours because of how lifeless all the animation felt*. Unique run cycles for every character, actual non-human designs, the flourishes everyone has when stopping mid-combo to snap them back to idle, the absolute synergistic audiovisual bliss of the parry… it’s really impressive stuff from a young team.

*Same studio in name only, totally different team, I know, but still

Mechanically, I have some mixed feelings about the combat as a whole. Zenless Zone Zero is, without a doubt, aiming to present complexity and depth as a team battler - that is to say, it’s more about team synergy, tag combos, and knowing who to use when, rather than soloing as any particular character. Nonetheless, I really would’ve appreciated individual characters having a bit more depth to their movesets; a jump, a launcher, cancels, anything. As outstanding as all the animation work is, there’s some characters that only have a normal attack string on square and one special attack on triangle. Like, sub-Dynasty Warriors level of complexity here. It’s rough.

This is where ZZZ’s gacha nature gets a bit ugly: so far, more complex kits and skill expression are mostly locked behind rarity, which is kind of scummy. In Star Rail, for the most part, 4-star characters are defined as such due to their numbers: they still have mechanics and complexity, they just aren’t tuned as high as the limited characters. Hell, in some cases they have more complexity. Ruan Mei is an almost incomparably stronger unit than Asta, but Ruan Mei’s play pattern is fucking boring: you use skill every three turns when it runs out. Asta, meanwhile, basically has her own risk & reward minigame that demands more thoughtful SP management.

In ZZZ, on the other hand, the lower-rank characters straight up have less going on in their kits. Nicole has like… one tech, sorta. Anby has one single animation cancel to chain her normal into her special quicker. Lucy’s only skill expression is choosing whether to tap special or hold special. Meanwhile, Zhu Yuan, a limited character, has a normal string that bounces between melee and ranged attacks, can be dodge-canceled at any point in the combo to branch into variations of the string, and a hold-normal attack string that’s completely different and has the same branching dodge-cancel tech.

It’s one thing to lock raw damage and meta viability behind a gacha, but locking the characters that are mechanically more interesting to play straight up sucks. If I hadn’t been lucky enough on the standard banner to pull exactly the two characters I find the most mechanically satisfying, I don’t know that I’d still be playing - and this is the point where ZZZ begs comparison to other, non-live service character action games. Sure, it’s probably not fair to compare a random A-rank’s moveset to Devil May Cry V’s iteration of Dante, a feature-creeped nightmare of a kit 3 console generations in the making. But what about Sengoku Basara Sumeragi, my personal character-action GOAT? By all accounts a mid-budget title, yet it offers 40 full characters chock-full of more unique mechanics and animation cancels than you can shake a stick at.

Fuck, can we please get a new Sengoku Basara? Please? I’m desperate out here. I’ll take anything, y’all.

There’s also the inherent issue that plagues every action RPG (usually deftly avoided by the character action genre), which is the delicate balance of player success depending on the numbers vs actual mechanical skill - a balancing act made even more noticeable due to the gacha genre-standard of characters taking weeks of grinding to level up. This is a topic for another day, but suffice to say, a big part of the reason Honkai Star Rail works for me as a very pretty version of Cookie Clicker is because of the Autoplay option. In Zenless Zone Zero, if you’re not willing to grind out the same mob fight for a week or two, you’re gonna hit an endgame roadblock of doing chip damage to a boss you’ve mechanically mastered because you’re underleveled, and boy, that never feels good.

For all those issues stemming from the gacha, I will say, it’s great that the story missions let you use the characters that are actually supposed to be present for those missions, even if you don’t own them. Aside from how nice it is to have an opportunity to put the whole roster through their paces, it goes a long way for actually getting invested in the story. Honkai Star Rail’s storytelling is a hot mess for many reasons, but it’s always particularly jarring rolling up to a sidequest at like, a local theater troupe with a wanted space criminal, the sitting president of a completely different planet, a ten year old child, and a shirtless cyborg cowboy, none of whom have canonically met each other; ZZZ’s approach sidesteps this issue. The proxy angle even provides a pretty valid diegetic explanation for why agents that don’t know each other might be working together.

Now that we’ve sort of meandered back to the story after talking about animation led us on a long detour - the story is surprisingly solid. In particular, I really appreciate how straightforward the writing is. I don’t know if the issue lies with the original text or the localization, but Star Rail’s dialogue, even in simple missions, tends to be incredibly meandering and overstuffed; ZZZ is a lot better about letting all its characters talk like actual humans. It also helps that the plot so far is a lot more grounded, and spends more time focusing on each faction’s group dynamics rather than the overarching plot. These games live and die by their characters, so leaning into those strengths is a smart move.

Zenless Zone Zero is, unfortunately, fully in line with Hoyo’s weird conservative politics - in particular, 1.0 and 1.1 are absolutely stuffed full of copaganda. With how many safety regulation jokes they made at the construction company, I initially hoped they’d lampoon the police faction a bit, or make a commentary on how comically heavily armed New Eridu’s police force are. In a vacuum, Zhu Yuan shouting combat lines like “Stop resisting!” or “Freeze, hands up!” while blasting someone with her gigantic, ‘JUSTICE’-emblazoned rocket launcher shotgun feels like it ought to be satire. Every time we talk to the officers, though, it’s just line after line about their solemn duty to protect the people of the city, how essential and important they are for the community, and so on and so on.

This wholehearted embrace of the world’s current power structure is something Zenless Zone Zero approaches in nearly the exact same way as Star Rail. In both games, your playable character is someone that’s sort of operating outside the law - in Star Rail, as the maverick organization that is the Astral Express, while in ZZZ you work as an illegal proxy. Despite this setup, any time the protagonists come into contact with a governing body, they are no less than thrilled to help them enforce the will of the law.

In Star Rail, you aid the local governments (one of which is an undemocratic monarchy) in committing massive cover-ups to hide their failures from the populace not once but twice. In ZZZ, you aid the police to an obsequious degree - playing along with them to not arouse suspicion is one thing, but helping them organize a fucking community day on Sixth Street? Fuck that. Hell, said community day is even shown to initially be DOA because none of the local residents trust the police - and you best believe we get two full scenes of the MCs changing the resident’s minds, resulting in them spouting shit about “Oh, it was our fault for judging the police too harshly - they really do have our best interests at heart!”

is it tho

There’s an argument to be made that the N.E.P.S. are a little different, given that they exist in a post-apocalyptic world with monsters popping up every day - and ZZZ’s copaganda is certainly a little less flagrant than something like Spider-Man helping the NYPD install civilian surveillance networks in Insomniac’s Spider-Man. And, sure, perhaps this can help excuse why they post fully armored, rifle-wielding soldiers in the Lumina Square DMV, and provides some justification that their existence is more helpful than the real world’s civilian-murdering property guards.

Thing is, though, at every turn you’re hit with dialogue and situations which make it clear that, no, they’re the normal cops. Every other sidequest seems to involve calling the N.E.P.S. in on somebody or helping with an investigation, and for every time we see them handle ethereal activity, there’s two instances of them being called in for petty property theft or something similarly minor - even the playable character has heaps of dialogue choices threatening to call the police on someone*. Much like Star Rail’s reactionary politics were strangely at odds with the ‘blazing a new path’ ideals of the trailblaze, Zenless Zone Zero’s obsession with the police puts a damper on its underground, counterculture aesthetic.

*Including a case where both options threatened this, leaving me without a non-narc dialogue choice.

illustration by Lv01KOKUEN

And finally… I don’t know where to fit this in, so I guess it just goes in its own little section at the end here. Lots of people, myself included, have touched on the Persona inspirations - and they’re certainly significant. One thing I’m surprised I haven’t seen anyone mention as a huge influence is Yasuhiro Nightow’s Kekkai Sensen / Blood Blockade Battlefront. From its sense of style to its worldbuilding, ZZZ damn near feels like fanfic to me. Hell, it’s right in the name - BBB? ZZZ? And this is on top of the dimensional crossover / big city vibe, the retro fashion, the different factions. Victoria Housekeeping might as well be Libra 2.0 - Von Lycaon is a damn near perfect 50/50 expy of Klaus and Stephen Starphase. And then Belle / Wise, who assist these powerful fighters in a noncombat role just like Leo, also turn out to have some sort of special magical eyes granted to them by untold powers from within the dimensional rift??

I’m here for it, don’t get me wrong - love Nightow. But that can’t be coincidence, right?

[brunolover808]

Tainted Bullets

Mafia AU of The Boys x Reader

"Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment." - The Godfather

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The rumbles of rails, the distant blaring of horns, the dry air that only grew heavy with the sweating blistering bodies swarming into the subway. The sheer stank of the bodies piling into the box cart could not be toned down with any refresher. The humid dry feeling of standing between a dripping armpit and a filthy ass only made the trip home worse.

New York, the place you call home and a trap. If it wasn't for the cushion job you landed, you wouldn't be able to afford to live anywhere in New York. Your little apartment was on the west side away from all the flashing lights and tourist spots. Thank god you did not have to deal with the heavy traffic that was completely stopped above the railway. Another blessing was the stop near your house. It was a mile walk, but you can easily make it to the subway and to work. The only bad occurrence was the recent gang fights going on in the middle of the night. Well you thought it was gang related since the neighbors won't stop talking about some kind of boss who keeps showing up to clear the mess. As far as you know it was just rumors since you never saw the "boss".

The scratching muffled robotic voice sounded over the coms announcing the next stop. You grabbed onto the metal bar hanging from the roof since someone removed their hand. Meaning people were going to get off and save you from the new form of moisturizing near your face. Coming to a stop there was a shift in the standing people to push against you before the doors opened. People funnel out of the box cart to let a few people come on. It was less packed in, but the burning smell of sweat and body odor nesles in your nostrils.

At this point there was no escaping it which made you grow used to it. Not minding the men who looked like they needed a shower two weeks ago. Meaning you were able to spot a seat next to a man covered in sweat, stains, and what looked like oil or gas. You take the opportunity even though standing was probably best for you. Spending the whole day at a desk was not the best time for your legs, but having to feel the constant weight of other people pushing against you and holding up to a railing didn't sound fun.

Taking the seat, dropping your heavy black shoulder bag down. Then you lean back to let the top of your head touch the fogged glass. The time not going any faster had you looking down at your smart phone. There was a notification, daily news gossip, something you don't really read everyday. Opening up the notification you found yourself in the latest blog about a mysterious blonde wandering the streets. Black suit and tattoos poking out from his collar and sleeves. The description was fairly hot, but now you have become curious. Checking out the rest of the site, you found more blogs and articles talking about people disappearing for no reason or the mayor sweeping under the rug murders going on. It was pretty clear these were a bunch of theories, but you found entertainment in them no matter what.

Finally the intercom cried out again this time it was your stop. You put your phone away and grab your bag to get off. You swung the strap over your shoulder and felt that your bag was heavier. Not something entirely unusual, especially since working over a desk can provide the perfect hunch to grow.

As you exit the subway you are just a mile down the street from your apartment. A normal walk that gives the relief your legs needed after work. Eyes locked on to the building you call home. Your feet carry you with a small pep in your step to get there faster. Few people walking past you or with you. Only a car or two turned down the street that was decorated with parked vehicles of the people working or living in the area. Crowded, but not the kind you would associate with main. Just a normal flow of people who want to head home or head out for work.

The walk became shorter and shorter till you were at the apartment building. The locked door has buzzers or a keypad to enter the building. You type in your 4 digit key before entering the building. The door closes behind you as you head up to your apartment on the third floor. Not the cleanest place. Just like any other building that is run down there is chipping paint, wires out of the ceiling, and cracks lining the walls. Sadly it is the kind of place you can afford and at least your apartment isn't as bad.

You unlock your door and head into the studio apartment that only can have one person. The living room was squished with the kitchen, your couch was practically in the kitchen. Your bedroom was just big enough to have a queen bed not touching all the walls. The bathroom was only big enough to have a sink, toilet, and a small shower. Small and compact, but enough room for just you. Which is why as of late you haven't had guests. So no one knows about your living situation unless you briefly mention it, which is hardly ever.

You set your bag on the couch with a bit of a tud. Right off the start you began to undress. Kicking your shoes off at the door and unbuttoning your shirt. You were already heading for the shower and turned the water on. You take the shirt off and then drop your pants as you look for your pajamas leaving you walking around in only underwear. You were so ready to wash up and make a sandwich to combat the heat wave today. Surprisingly you had noticed that your apartment was not hot. Confusion started to set in as normally the AC hardly worked. It must be your lucky day as you drop the underwear and get into the shower.

Not too long after you shower you got out. You had learned to save water by taking quick showers in the most efficient way. As you get out you dry off your body till you hear a buzzing. It sounded like the buzzer to get into the building. Maybe you got a package waiting? Then again there wasn't anything recent that you had ordered. You wrap up yourself with a towel as you approached the intercom near your door. You press the button.

"Hello?"

"Hello there mate, I have to speak with the resident in apartment 11 about an event that went on last week." The voice gruf and carried by an accent.

"And are you with the police?" You asked questioning the person who feels more like a scammer.

"I would consider myself to be higher in power."

There was a moment of hesitation before you pressed a button next to the intercom to let the man on the other end enter. You take the time to get dressed in the pajamas of choice. Gym shorts and a baggy T-shirt. It wasn't too long when the knock came at your door. You walked over and opened the door. There stood a fairly good looking man with black hair with fine greys, beard, dark eyes, a scar in his forehead, and a rectangular head shape. The rest of him was in a dark suit and a black trench coat. Looking more like a mafia boss than a cop.

"What can I help you with?" You get out as you stand behind the door to block it from opening more than you like.

There was something different, something was just not sitting right as the man began to speak. "I was wondering if you have seen this man." He pulls a photo out of the inside of his coat and offers it to you

You look at the photo and instantly you know. "I saw him on the subway today. I sat right next to him. Is he dangerous?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. May I come in to speak with you further?" His relaxed tone left you relieved that you stepped back to let him in.

As he entered you close the door behind him and stood there waiting for him to talk. Though he seemed to pace your small apartment looking over everything. It was like he was analyzing you as you did the same to him.

"Would you like a beverage?"

"Coffee?"

"Cold or hot?"

"Preferably hot with cream and sugar." He finally found himself taking a seat on your couch.

"Does milk work?"

"That will do."

You retreat to the kitchen and begin to make some instant coffee. It was all you could afford after your coffee maker kicked the bucket. Thankfully it was faster, hot water and then pouring in some fine grounds before serving with cream and sugar. Since you only had the couch you stood instead of taking a seat. You handed him the coffee which he kindly thanked you.

"So who is the man?"

The man paused as he took a sip of the coffee. There was a moment as though he was thinking of the right way to say it. "Just a cunt playing for the other crime organization."

"Other crime organization?"

"Right." He paused again as his eyes drifted your eyes. "You are in the middle of me getting my drugs."

You nearly burst into laughter as you thought he was joking. Though there was no change in his expression. Your smile falls as you take a step back. "Who are you really..."

"You can call me Butcher and you have my drugs...right in your bag."

[zeezelweazel]

Until Dawn| Pegging Headcanons|

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If you've seen this fic before it's because I initially posted it on my nsfw blog. After I started writing nsfw on this blog as well I thought I might as well only use my second blog for reposts (self promo lol)

TW: anal sex (reader & characters receiving)

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• Sam •

- When it comes to being pegged Sam feels very natural about it. She doesn't know if she loves it or hates it. I guess it depends on her mood and how the night is going. When she asks for it though you know you're in for a very enjoyable night. You might as well take a few pictures of your dear Sammy ass up, face down hands clenching the pillows while her entire body shakes in pleasure.

- Now pegging someone else on the other hand. She absolutely loves giving her partner pleasure. I feel like she would be more on the slow, sweet and caring side. Giving you what you want while also keeping things light and romantic. A lot of whispered praises as well as soft kisses anywhere she can reach. Will also go a bit harder if you ask her nicely.

• Jessica •

- If you ask Jessica how she'd like being pegged you will see an expression full of ecstasy come to her face before the fun even starts. She absolutely loves being pegged and she'll make sure to let you know. She's generally loud during sex but when you peg her you have to get ready for some noise complaints, unless of course you want to gag her something she definitely won't be against.

- Jessica keeps the same energy when it comes down to pegging someone else. She's very excited and unlike Sam she's more on the wild side. Not really rough but not sweet either. A perfect balance of the two that will have her partner cuming within minutes and still ask for more. Expect her to spank unexpectedly while she's railing you on the bed. She also adores putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tug it, if she can.

• Emily •

- Sorry to disappoint but Emily hates the idea of being pegged. I think that in general she doesn't like anal stuff when it comes to herself. You can fuck her pussy and her mouth and she might let you have your fun with her thighs if she's feeling generous but you're never getting anywhere near there.

- You don't have to worry though because as much as Emily hates it done to her she loves pegging someone else more than anything. The moment you even suggest it you can practically feel her horniness slip through her body. It just gets her going and you're certainly not complaining. She loves the power and dominance she holds over you when you're on all fours sobbing and moaning like crazy. Her sadistic side really shines whenever she puts on the strap.

• Ashley •

- To no one's surprise Ashley also likes it when she's being pegged. She loves experimenting and trying new positions and would even love to try some of those vibrating straps. Ash is someone who has both a praising kink and a degradation kink so you can really have your fun with her. Try doing either one at a time and maybe if you're feeling more adventurous mix them both and watch her absolutely melt.

- I'm under the impression that pegging someone else is not something Ashley would want to do. Now, she would probably try just to please you but it's generally something she's not really comfortable with doing. She's mainly very insecure about doing it wrong and not being able to get you off. With a bit of coaxing and praise she might get to it a second time. Maybe you'll get her to be more confident in her pleasing abilities with time, who knows.

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[sakumasmut]

Thirst • Koga Ogami × Male reader (he/him pronouns, reader dresses femininely, cock can also be interpreted as strap, no specific genitals)

So I have this masculine urge to be a pretty boy lately and I can't stop thinking about railing Koga in a skirt. He says he hates cute stuff but will he stop his boyfriend? When his boyfriend leaves some makeup and cute clothes at his place, who is he to say no? When his boyfriend dresses up he happily ogles him and can't stop looking at the skirt.

Cue him later, eyes rolled back and legs weak on the bed as his boyfriend is pounding him. It's funny, it kinda turns him on a whole lot that this pretty boy is kinda small and cute but able to reduce him to a whimpering mess. So desperate to please his pretty boyfriend, and by God that cock/strap looks so good poking out of his skirt, pounding into Koga's lubed up ass.

He takes it like a good boy, like a good dog. Even if his prostate is bullied beyond oblivion, even if his balls are being milked, even if his voice gave out, he really doesn't want to stop. It feels so damn good, so he'd let his boyfriend pound him to sleep for all he cared.

And when he wakes up he doesn't even care, he just knows he likes it a ton. His ass might be sore but he doesn't mind, anything for his lover's pleasure...

🧋anon

I’ll get to the other things you sent in a bit but just gonna say this now, I really appreciate you going out of your way to format your rambles! these are all really good stuff too, maybe you should join the “anons of this blog that went on to make their own writing blog” group, we always need more writers for the community!

anyways. koga. fully agree that if his bf chose to dress femininely he wouldn’t be against it, it’s not his style but you wanting to go against the norms is still pretty respectable. you dressing femininely during sex though? when you’re topping him and fucking his lights out? he won’t admit it, but it makes it 10x hotter than if you were just naked. even if he resists just a little, all you’d have to do to make him all nice and obedient is turn that brain to mush with orgasm after orgasm <3