#(this is not a solution i just think it'd be hot)

[milfbrainrot]

i think toxic power dynamic age gaps are fun but i also am realizing that maybe perhaps derek's inability to take no for an answer in pursuing his intern is possibly not as romantic as the mcdreamy nickname led people to believe

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

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[cixerr]

DAISUKE X READER HEADCANONS PT2 🌺

SFW/NSFW - MINORS SHOO 🔞

Back with more dating headcanons for our favourite boy :3 this time including SFW ones!!!

Part one can be found here!

No gender specified for reader

(tiddies are mentioned like once)

Enjoy <3

SFW

🌺 -he's EXTREMELY clingy once the relationship has been established. Where you go HE GOES.

🌺 - physical touch!!! He can NOT keep his hands off you weather that's having a hold on your hand all the time or trapping you in a cuddle. He's definitely a "5 more minutes" typa guy hehe

🌺 - speaking of cuddles... I'd say he's the big spoon. he holds you tightly like you'd disappear the moment he lets go of you. He loves burying his face in the crook of your neck.

🌺 - please give him head pats!! Play with his hair and scratch behind his ear. He's your human sized puppy! (He's also a sucker for you playing with his hair...)

🌺 - you're the only other person who has the privilege of playing on his gameboy. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder while he watches you. Probably complaining about all the wrong things you're doing but it's still fun. You think his little complaints are cute anyways. it also makes him proud to know he's better at it than you.

ALRIGHTTT he also helps you out by placing his hands over yours as he controls the game with your hands.....

🌺 - nobody talks about how he's a party freak much but he's DEFINITELY buying you the drinks. Knowing full well how hectic parties can be he's always by your side and clinging on to you to keep you safe

🌺 - if you're upset about something, he's gonna try to fix things no matter what. He'd be searching the Internet for HOURS just to find the best solution. he is not giving up.

Mostly likes to cuddle you and keep you close to make you feel even slightly better :)

🌺 - loves receiving words of affirmation. It makes him feel happy and worthy when you tell him how good of a boyfriend he is. How proud you are of him. Ohh he doesn't deserve a partner like you... he definitely does!

🌺 - LOVES SHARING!! Food, drinks, clothes... you name it he loves sharing absolutely everything ever with you

🌺 - if he sees something that even slightly reminds him of you, you bet he's getting it and randomly surprising you with it

NSFW

🌺 - he definitely had more one night stands than actual relationships in the past. (Not too many, but you were most likely his first serious relationship) So he's more experienced with what goes on in the bedroom more than anything else...

You're not quite sure on what you're supposed to do? Don't worry he gotchu

🌺 - smear your cum all over his face...he'd like that. and let him suck his own cum off your fingers while you're at it... ALL WHILE REMAINING EYE CONTACT ARRGHHHH

🌺 - not sure if this is much of a headcanon cause I still don't know if he'd actually do this but.....he likes to wear thongs 😔 (he first started wearing them because he thought it'd get more people drooling over him LMAO) He knows how hot you find it so he makes sure they're always on show (just for you 😉) oh and he likes matching thongs with you too ❤️

🌺 - LOVES WHEN YOU WEAR LINGERIE. He thinks it's so incredibly hot and sexy and yeah he's a drooling mess over you

🌺 - risk it for a biscuit! He loves having sex in the most risky places. Just something about the thought of getting caught makes him feel all excited

🌺 - he's obsessed with giving you hickeys, especially on your neck where everyone can see. He's always proud of the millions of bruises he leaves on you, and it's showing that you belong to him (uωu*)

When your bruises start to heal, he's right back on your neck again ♥︎

Other places he likes to leave them are your breasts and shoulders ❤️

🌺 - if you can't be with him for whatever reason, he has a collection of dirty photos of you he likes to jerk off too. He keeps them in a very special/fancy box because they're incredibly important to him :3

I'm running out of nsfw ideas I'm afraid I spilled my most freaky stuff in my first post ☹️

[merakiui]

I saw the yandere prompts and my first thought was 2 for Leona, but since you wrote it for Azul, maybe 47 instead..? 👀 I specifically pictured nightmare suit Leona and ougghhh hes so hot <3 he can become my shadow and haunt me forever anytime. Preferably a metaphorical shadow and not literally so he can get handsy- I mean!! 🙈🙈

-🐈‍⬛ anon

NIGHTMARE SUIT LEONA!!!!!!!!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, gender neutral reader, leona's a demon you have a pact with, so in that sense he's a shadow, victorian era, arranged marriage, leona's basically the (literal) demon on your shoulder, he has nothing but bad (read: questionable) advice on how to deal with your husband lol, subtle jealousy)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

"Well, aren't you dressed for death? Guess white's gone out of style for weddings. Mourning black is finally in fashion."

You don't have to turn around to confirm the owner of that sardonic drawl. He's been with you ever since you called out to the darkness in your desperation all those months ago. In exchange for keeping you safe and playing the part of watchdog, the demon known as Leona would have your soul. You've since realized business with demons is foolish and dangerous, but the pact has been sealed and its proof is stamped right above your heart.

You are stuck with him until the end of your days.

And while you suppose you're grateful for his help, even if he is the laziest demon you've ever met, he is not the most pressing problem. Rather, it's your wedding.

This day has been penned in the calendars ever since you became of age, and even then you were dreading it. You're not sure what your husband thinks. He's a man led by advantage. Your social status and your family's wealth is far more important than the role you're meant to take up by his side.

Leona has given you countless options to save yourself in the years leading up to this day, most of which were rather unsavory, but today you're truly contemplating them.

"I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. It's your life," he says, leaning casually against the wall. A single green eye tracks your movements. He watches you run your fingers along the sheer fabric of your veil. "If you'd prefer to skip all the pleasantries, I can do it in your place."

"You'd do that?" you ask around a disbelieving scoff. All he really does is work in the shadows, offering his sarcastic commentary when he's bored and wants to find entertainment in you.

"Why not? Better a demon than a human with a clean record, right?" he muses. You blink and then he's at your side, peering into the mirror alongside you. Gingerly, he takes the veil from your hands and places it atop your head. "You're already dressed for a funeral. It'd be a waste otherwise."

"You just want to sharpen your claws on the poor soul, don't you?"

A sly smirk quirks up on his lips, and he feigns surrender. "You caught me."

Perhaps I ought to run away, you think, but only for a second. There's still your pact with Leona. You're tethered, and eloping with a demon doesn't sound particularly appealing. His company would only serve as a reminder for your bad choices.

"No need to pout, little human," he adds, melting away into the dark corners of your bedroom. "The solution is staring you right in the face. If it were me, I'd take it. An opportunity for an immediate checkmate... And it's so simply acquired. Don't tell me you're tied up in a moral dilemma!" He barks out a sharp laugh. You've long since abandoned your morals, for they were swallowed up the moment you shook hands with a demon.

Worst of all, he's right. This is the best move you could possibly make. A mysterious death on the day of his wedding... Why, no one would be any wiser and you'd play the part of a grieving spouse well enough. They'd say it was the will of a higher power and then his beastly business practices would be exposed. The odds are in your favor. Leona will ensure that and you know it.

You grit your teeth, and suddenly there's a dagger lying where your brush once was. Your fingers curl around the ornate handle.

"Would I ever steer you in the wrong direction?" he asks, emerging from the dark with the face of your soon-to-be husband. "Well, human? All that stands between you and your precious freedom is one pitiful human. Are you really going to let him dictate your life?"

It's a trick question. Your soul already belongs to him, but right now...

You lunge at him and he scoops you up, pulling you into a strange, stilted waltz. The dagger is plunged in his chest.

Leona challenges you with a sharp grin. "More force next time. How else are you going to puncture his heart?"

"You are an abominable influence," you snap, scowling.

"And I am your shadow, little human." He drags you closer to him, his hand delicately caressing your cheek. "No matter where you go, you'll never escape me. So why not make a friend out of your enemy while you still can? I'll give you everything you could ever want and need, and all it costs is the heart of your husband."

You've never known Leona to willingly offer you an advantage in this never-ending game of chess he seems to delight in.

But perhaps his benevolence stems from a place of envy.

A silly thought. As sinful as envy is, you can't possibly imagine your demon harboring it.

"One condition," you tell him, taking hold of his gloved hand. This time, rather than your husband's face, you peer at him. Into that singular green eye.

He raises a brow. You imagine your demanding nature is quite impressive to him. For a human to demand things from a demon without any regard for the consequences... Fascinating.

"Do him in ruthlessly and you shall have my appreciation."

Malice sharpens his smile into something starved. "I intend to."

[drdemonprince]

Re: what do dominant people need to recover after a harder-kink session?

Biggest things that helped me were taking some time afterwards to sit together, talk with her about what she had or hadn't enjoyed, just some reassurance that she knew I respected her IRL and that I only was willing to manhandle her in various ways because it turned her on, that I wouldn't ever purposefully do anything that she wasn't ok with, and so on. Basically just trying to get back into that soft/loving/protective mode, rather than rough/aggressive/etc

TBH, it's been a long time since I've had kinky sex, or any sex so I don't know what might help the best at this life point.

Something that I'm a bit nervous about wrt aftercare is having her confirm that she enjoyed it and wanted whatever we did to happen, but me going on some kind of shame spiral of worrying that she's just doing a fawn response and saying that because she wants to reassure me.

My current solution for that is that I'm just pretty tight about what types of harder kinks I'm willing to do at all, even if the woman says she wants it and enjoys it. Even if I might sexually enjoy certain types of CNC, for example, I kinda don't feel mentally/emotionally comfortable acting that kind of scenario out. Ignoring "no's" or getting really physically threatening, even as a LARP, are just things where I don't know if I can explore them in a way that won't make me feel like a bad person.

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Had an experience of this type that I had early in my sexual career and which went really badly, but idk if it's the kind of thing that you really talk about on here.

cliff notes: haphazardly established cnc, it was her idea, but I thought it'd be hot in the heat of the moment, she got really really into it and horny for it, I (man in the aggressor role) tapped out once it started feeling kinda real, I had a huge emotional crisis, we had a giant fight about it. It was not a fun weekend. We were too young and bad at communicating for that kind of thing, but also too horny and dumb to not try it. Rough combo.

Mostly just funny to try to explain to people that I was roleplaying the aggressor, and I was also the one of the two of us who had a panic attack.

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TBH, I had a lot of problems as a young guy with feeling guilt over how my sexual urges were bad or dirty in some way due to my libido being directed towards women.

I'd managed to internalize a really dysfunctional blend of messages about sexuality, growing up in a liberal family in a very conservative state. Like, when I was a teenager I felt guilty about things as benign as "liking doggy style", "enjoying receiving blowjobs", and "fantasizing about getting with two bi girls". The latter was a fantasy that I had like one time as a teen boy, and I felt so guilty about objectifying bi women that I was almost sick to my stomach. I was a weird teenager.

I did develop some kinks that are probably coping mechanisms or ways to avoid the guilt of being sexually forward, now that I think of it, as well as the anxiety of needing to make sure she's enjoying it.

While I am dominant-leaning I'm very much into being begged for stuff. The more I can trick her into begging for what she wants, and directing the encounter as the bottom, the better. Saves my attention and focus for doing a good job of getting us both off rather than having to decide what's gonna happen next.

Never understood the hate for submissive women who "top from the bottom", it's incredibly erotic to me.

omggg anon you sound like such a sweetie with such hot fuckin kinks that you also are so wound up about. understandably so of course. here are some of my thoughts.

"worrying that she's just doing a fawn response and saying that because she wants to reassure me"

I think you can get around this fear by being open-ended in the feedback that you request from subs. So, for instance, you can tell subs that one thing that you need as a form of aftercare and ongoing negotiation is for them to give you a reflection of their experience a day or some days afterward. This can happen in a conversation or via them keeping a journal or something similar. Ask them to describe what they liked, what they'd like to see go differently, what they want more of. This will get you a lot of feedback that is reassuring without you specifically having to ask for reassurance and feel like you're manipulating the conversation in some way.

I think once you have established a really good rapport with a sub and can communicate with them effectively (and TRUST them to tell you when things aren't working for them), then you can say, straight up "I feel like an awful person sometimes after doing CNC/etc, can you check in the next day to tell me you're doing okay and that I'm not evil?" Or whatever else you might need.

I get you very much about the gender political baggage that comes with wanting to be a Dominant man with woman partners... from the opposite side of things. One barrier to fully enjoying my kinks pre-transition was that I considered it totally socially unacceptable to be a "weak woman." I wasn't even especially feminist, it was more about not being taken advantage of and being worthless. I came from a cultural mileu in which women were expected to be strong and capable and practical, and in academia, women were similarly pretty no-frills and had to appear confident. I felt like being too passive would be unattractive or make me less human, almost. One way to get around this was transitioning. It was really a hell of a hack for this. I don't feel bad about being a passive hole getting used anymore, and I don't have to worry much about the motives behind my partner's Dominance... they're not seeing me as a gender stereotype of a woman anymore and so i'm freed of all that. For cishet couples, I think affirming one's shared feminist values etc is helpful for everyone involved, and clarifying that these roles are not inherent they are chosen.

My current dog handler/mommy interestingly needs a partner to beg for their cum before they can bust a nut inside someone. I don't know if it is for similar feminist/consent hesitation reasons because they're pretty good at letting loose on me otherwise, but they've articulated to me that it's a thing that they need. This was initially a challenge because we do pup play and I become really obedient and nonverbal. But we have found ways for me to signal to them that I want what they are doing and that i want more of it.

So for example, a few nights ago after they were really whaling on me for a couple hours, they stopped and said I'd been a really good puppy and they were going to give me a break. But I didn't want a break. I wanted them to cum in me. So when they rolled me onto my side, still inside me, I started wriggling against their dick and licking their hands and whimpering for more, which made them get really hard again and then they fucked the shit out of me for another 15-20 minutes before spraying a load way up in me. It was incredibly hot and tender.

Wanting your subs to beg for treatment from you is a great way of working with your anxieties and making an ongoing consent affirmation into a hot activity and another act of submission on their part. It's a great move. There's a few other things you can do as well when that fails. For example, when my Dom/mommy thinks that I might be getting too headspacey and zoned out of being fucked they will ask me to fuck them -- they'll stop moving and i have to hump at their dick and take it in as deep as I can get it myself. That shows that I'm still alert, motivated, and interested as hell in whats happening. just a really fun hot way to check in and get reassurance without breaking scene. I'm sure there's so many other options.

I hope you get to have fun out there with the kinky bisexual topping from the bottom women of your dreams!

[just-a-creep-babe]

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The night starts off like it usually does; with a text

It's the typical "you up" kind of message, and it's loaded with so much stereotypical fuckboy intention that, in any other context, it'd have you rolling your eyes

But it's not just any other context; it's BEN

You don't even have to turn the idea over in your head to know that you'll be going

You tug your shirt up over your chest to reveal your bra—a decently comfortable lacy white thing with no underwire—and snap a pic to send to him

He hearts it almost immediately, and his response is fast enough to make you wonder if he's not in your phone right now, doing god-knows-what he usually does when he's haunting tech

The three bubbles pop up, disappear, then pop back up again

It brings an involuntary smile to your face, like those kind of dumb, lovestruck smiles people get when they're hopelessly head-over-heels for someone

The realization, though it isn't the first time it comes to mind, is enough to sober you

You text him that you'll meet him in his room in 30 after you shower, and then you toss your phone onto your bed and leave without waiting for his reply

You take your time in the shower

You stand there, basking in the hot water thrumming against your skin, until the room's thick with steam

Your thoughts keep falling into the same loop; you think about your feelings for BEN, you think about the agreement you had when you first started sleeping with him, you think about the time you've spent with him since having that agreement, and you think about what he might think of the whole thing

And then that loop restarts over and over again

Even when you step out and dry yourself, you're still thinking about it

There's no answer to the mess, it seems, no solution to the hole you keep digging yourself deeper and deeper into

And that’s what bothers you the most about it

You fix your hair up, put on whatever scandalous bits of lingerie look nice, and then you're making your way out the hallway and to his room

You knock on his door using your usual code, and then you let yourself in and firmly click the lock shut behind you

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room, but as soon as they do, you see him

He's lying back, one hand behind his head while the other lazily strokes over the bulge pressing up against his boxers

He's in nothing but his underwear, and the sight of his bare skin is just as alluring as ever

That sardonic smile you've come to adore slowly finds its way to his face as he looks up at you

He tilts his head to the side, his pointed ears twitching, and with a hum, he speaks

"I was gonna return the favour," he grins, "but you threw it away too quickly"

You feel his eyes track your every move as you walk up to him

And when you're standing right in front of his bed, you undo the knot of your night robe, and the fabric parts to reveal your own underwear

"Threw what away?" you ask, though it seems he's in no rush to answer you as he takes in everything you've just revealed to him

He fists the shape of his cock through his boxers, and you watch as it twitches in his hold, and he juts his hips forwards as it does, like he can't control the movement

It reminds you of the way he pushes himself deeper into you when he's cuming, and the memory has you squeezing your thighs together as something molten stirs in your core

"Your phone," he eventually answers, his eyes slipping over the curve of your tits before finally resting on your face

"I was gonna give you a sneak peak too, you know," he teases

"That so?"

You get on the bed, straddle him so that his bulge is right between your thighs, and slowly rock your hips down against him

He hisses—the sound low and needy and entirely too addictive—and throws his head back as his hips wriggle up to meet you halfway

You have to mention it, you think

You can't keep pretending it's not happening

You can't keep lying to yourself, lying to him

You need to confess—and let whatever happens happen

You open your mouth, the words just at the tip of your tongue

But right as it's about to spill out, his hands find their way to your bare skin, and it seems all you can do is suck in a breath through your teeth as electricity dances from his fingertips and up your spine

You arch up, yielding to his silent command, and all you can think about is how you need him inside of you

You need him to satiate you

He purrs—and you swear the bastard knows the effect it has on you, judging by the glint of mischief in his eyes

And when he tells you to take your bra off, you give in without a second thought

He runs his hands up to your chest like second nature, like it’s where his hands belong

When he thumbs at your nipples, you breathe out a sigh and roll your hips over his bulge

You feel him—hard and eager against you—and it has you clenching around nothing

All you can think about is more

He hums in approval, his gaze fixed on your tits while he greedily gropes and squeezes at your flesh

You return the favour by indulging in the feeling of his skin beneath you

You trace from his chest, down his torso and abdomen, until you eventually reach his pelvis

His skin is soft, but it isn’t warm like a normal living body

And something about that, something about how different he is, how special—it has you digging your nails into him and scratching possessive red lines into his skin

He groans, head falling back to reveal his neck, and you take the chance to lean in and bite at his throat

He chokes out a moan, his hands flying down to your hips like he’s trying to grasp onto something to steady himself

“(Y/n)—“ he practically hisses your name, and when his thumb digs harder into your pelvis, you whine and jerk on top of him

But you don’t let it distract you from littering his neck with marks

You savour the taste of his skin, licking and sucking and biting him—hard—because it feels like one of the only ways you can alleviate your longing for him

And it’s only when his thumb ghosts over your clit above your panties that you finally relent

You pull back to admire your work; he’s flushed and panting, his neck bright red, and he has that look in his eyes that you know means he’s getting impatient

Good, you think

But it’s like he knows you’re getting cocky and he doesn’t like the control you have, so in retaliation, he sends mini shocks up through your clit

Your body seizes with the feeling, back arching up again, and with his free hand, he returns to lather your tits with more attention

You squirm on top of him, and it has his cock grinding between your puffy folds through your underwear

“You want my dick, baby?”

He has this grin on his face as he says it, because both of you know he’s just asking to hear you beg for it

And you do want it—and you want so much more than just his dick, too

So it doesn’t bother you to beg

It doesn’t bother you to bounce on him so that your tits jiggle from the motion, and it doesn’t bother you to beg and stick your tongue out like a desperate little slut for him—just the way he likes it

His cock twitches in reaction at the sight of you, and when he pushes your underwear to the side and strokes his fingers up and down your dripping slit, you shudder

He sinks his middle finger between your swollen folds, curls it up, then adds his ring finger

It’s bliss

You grind down to meet him for every thrust, and every time he curls his finger, your body sings for more

You ride his fingers, hands touching anywhere and everywhere they can reach, searching for more—always more

You arch your back again and bring his free hand to your chest, and he rewards you by thumbing at your clit

It has your arousal gushing out with some indignant whimper

As he’s slowly pumping in and out of you, watching your every reaction, your every little moan and gasp and shudder, the hand at your tits moves down to find its way to his dick

“I want it,” you breathe, “let me have it”

Let me have you, you think, but you don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to ruin the moment

“Then sit on it,” he groans

He pulls his fingers out, and you immediately miss the contact, but the disappointment is dulled by the sight of him finally exposed

You bite back a moan as you wrap your hand around the base of him

He twitches again, precum beading up his tip, and you have to resist lapping it up while he watches

Instead, you line him up and ever so slowly sink down onto him

You savour it—savour every inch of him spreading you open, stretching you out and grinding right where you need him

He watches you with lidded eyes, and when he has your attention, he makes sure you see the way he sucks on his two fingers that were previously buried in your cunt

You squeeze him involuntarily, and he groans with a smile

“B-BEN, I—“

Your confession threatens to overwhelm you

It threatens to bubble out your throat and past your lips, because it’s like having him inside of you like this makes the longing all the more unbearable

But then he pushes his hips up, and it has his dick nudging up against something so deep inside of you that your toes curl and your cunt squelching around him

So all that escapes is a whimper and a moan, and you’re back to moving your hips up and down to ride him

The slightest movement has your body burning for more

He’s throbbing inside you, and every time he thrusts up into you, you clench around him and waves of slick make a mess between the both of you

Your thoughts turn to mush as your brain’s overridden by the feeling of him

Up and down, you bounce on him, driving him harder, faster, deeper inside of you with every thrust

And when he brings his hands around your hips to guide you, to help you fuck yourself along his length, it has you mewling for more

Over and over again, you drive yourself up and down

And every time you tighten around him, he jerks inside of you and tiny shocks course up your body

The familiar rush of pressure builds, your body screaming for more

And every time you move, your arousal sticks between your thighs and his, and it leaves a ring of your slick at the base of his cock

But all of it just makes it easier to ride him, to use him until you’re both panting and you’re steadily losing your grasp on the pace you’d set

“F-fuck—atta girl~ So fucking good for me~”

The way he praises you between moans coaxes you to keep going faster

His hands keep flitting between your hips and your tits, like he doesn’t know which to choose

But he eventually settles on your hips and keeps his gaze on your face, on your lips as you bite them back to stop yourself from screaming his name out

“You close, baby? C’mon, be a good girl for me. Be a good girl and cum all over me”

His praise threatens to push you over the edge

You dig more possessive marks into him, fingers clutching him tight for all he’s worth, and his eyes roll back and his hips push up into you at the feeling

You moan his name like a wordless plea for him to cum inside you

You want him to fill you, want him to claim you

Your cunt sucks him in, tight and wet and all-too inviting, and he hissed at the feeling as he flexes his hips as deep into you as possible

Your name escapes him, and the sound of it resonates within you, and if it weren’t for your orgasm taking the breath from your lungs, you’re not entirely certain you’d be able to stop yourself from confessing right then and there as you cum around him

Everything inside your body tenses, and then all at once, your high hits you, and next thing you know, you’re lurching forward and shaking and crying out for him

He presses you closer into him, but his hips never once relent as he chases his own high

Your nails dig into his hair, pulling it back so that you can bite into his neck again

And it’s like that’s all it takes for him to get over the edge as well

He fucks himself as deep as he can possibly reach, and then his cock stiffens and twitches, and you feel him spill the entirety of himself inside you

It feels so, so fucking good

Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack to release a pathetic moan against his skin

He doesn’t stop grinding up into you until he’s completely spent, and even once he stills, you don’t move off of him

You’re panting against him, sweaty body on sweaty body, and his hands are stroking up and down your back, his cock still twitching occasionally as you squeeze him involuntarily every now and then

You don’t want to move off of him, but you know you can’t stay linked forever

So you reluctantly get off, and lie down next to him

He grins and pulls you close to his chest

If you close your eyes, you can pretend it’s an act of love, of devotion, but you know it’s just the result of the after-bliss making him seek the comfort of another body

Your confession finally dies on your tongue as you realize you shouldn’t say it—not right now, anyways

Next time, you finally settle, your body feeling at peace, there’s always next time

[xayasmrxsoftlyx]

Imagine you're a Dungeon/Game Master for a group of yanderes-

*Sneak Peek* since I've been sick and not feeling up to writing. CW: implied and referenced violence and sexual intimacy. Nothing is explicitly mentioned (yet) but definitely implied.

Imagine being the Game Master for a ttrpg to a group of yanderes that have chosen you as their darling. Their eyes watching you completely enraptured, hanging on every word like it was the very oxygen they needed to breath. They ask endless questions about your homebrewed world- the lore, the NPC's, the religions and deities, hell, even the mindless and mundane politics intrigue them. At first, you were worried because they all seemed so competitive, almost aggressively so; yet, as you molded the story for them, urging them to create bonding moments, creating situations to encourage teamwork, friendship, even love for one another, they became close. Dangerously close, unknown to you. You've unknowingly forged your own little cage where you sat when they realize they can love each other and share you in the process. (After all, that's what you wanted right? That's what this was all about.) There's also the realization that with them together, no one can get in their way now; there's no way for you to leave them. The roleplay ends up becoming far more intense after that; so much so that you fluster in admiration and pride often whilst listening to them. "I knew you'd have it in you!" You'd cheer them on, endeared that they're finally getting along meanwhile they're so proud that you're all theirs.

Imagine how greedy they are for your praise. Constantly coming up with harebrained schemes that get you giggling, breaking character, round cheeks hot from trying to keep your composure. They somehow manage to pull off nearly perfectly coordinated plans without extensive conversations (that you're aware of, anyway). Even if the dice rolls unfavorably for them, they somehow manage it successfully. You're always giddy during combat, excited to see the quick thinking and silly solutions they'll come up with; and they can't stop coming up with new, creative surprises to keep seeing that awestruck look in your eyes trained on them (hoping it'd never leave them- always looking at them and only them with love and lust and-). Though, they have to admit, nothing quite beats the roleplay scenes between potential love interests you've created just for them that they'd been silently begging for. They know it's not really you saying it to them, but that doesn't stop them from leaning into it more intimately and getting you to answer similarly. (Doesn't stop them from recalling what you say later, at home...in bed...or the shower.) They tend to get a little teasing during these moments, too; eager to see you flustered and squirming in your chair.

[writinginatree]

John Wick x reader - Baba Yaga's Cure for Period Cramps

Summary: Just a fluffy little comfort fic because period cramps are the worst

Afab!reader but no pronouns mentioned

"John?"

"Hm?"

"You would kill for me, right?"

Now John, sitting on the couch next to you, looked up from the book he'd been reading. He nodded, the expression on his face much too serious for your liking.

Before he could really start worrying and ask why you'd need someone dead, you whined, "Can you kill me then?"

"No." He glared at you. You knew he didn't like when you joked about things like that, but sometimes you just couldn't help yourself. "Why would you want that?"

"I'm on my period and it hurts. I'm pretty sure death is the only cure."

John's gaze softened. "Well, I'm afraid Baba Yaga has the entire next week off."

You started grumbling, but he continued, "I can offer you a hot water bottle and a massage instead of death though."

"Mhh, alright. But I want my cherry-bear, not a hot water bottle," you said, referring to a cherry pit pillow with a teddy bear shaped case you had, that could be warmed in the oven or microwave. "And if that doesn't help Baba Yaga will have to find the time to kill me after all."

John only shook his head at your dramatics and got up to heat up your bear.

While you waited for him to come back you moved around on the couch, trying to find a position the pain was more bearable in. Finally you gave up and stayed curled up with your legs pulled close to your chest and the side of your face squished against the seat.

John smiled when he came back into the room and saw you like that.

"What are you smiling about? Do you like seeing me suffer?"

You pouted and glared up at him, only half joking, but when he sat on the floor beside the couch and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose you couldn't stop the smile tugging on the corner of your mouth.

"It's not my fault you're so cute when you're suffering," John defended himself.

"And here I was thinking I'm always cute."

"Oh, you are. You're just even cuter than usual right now."

You sighed. "Unfortunately being cute doesn't help against period cramps. And it doesn't encourage the painkillers I took to work better either."

You took cherry-bear from John and shoved him under yourself.

"The painkillers don't help at all?"

"Nh-nh. The first two days it's always so bad they don't really do anything," you explained.

"Why did you never say that before?"

"I don't know. I guess it just didn't seem important? And it's not like my period is like our usual main topic of conversation or anything."

John chuckled. "No, I guess it's not. But if you're in pain that is important, so from now on you let me know if something hurts, okay?"

"Okay."

"Maybe we can get you stronger painkillers."

"Like the ones you take when you get yourself shot or stabbed all the time?" you asked with a small grin.

"Mhmm. It's worth a try. And now, tell me where it hurts the most so I can kiss it better."

Your smile widened. "That's your solution? Kissing it better?"

"Yeah."

"God, you're adorable. The world's deadliest killer, trying to make my cramps go away with kisses."

John hung his head so his hair fell in front of his face, but it couldn't quite hide the blush spreading over his skin.

You sat up, sacrificing the halfway comfortable position you'd found so you could bring your face right in front of John's. "C'mere, sweetheart. You promised me kisses."

John smiled and leant in to close the small space between your lips with a gentle kiss.

"Anything else I can do to help you feel better?" he asked after you parted.

You laid back down and John put his hand on your lower back. That was where it hurt the most, other than your stomach, and whether John was aware of it or not, the comforting warmth of his hand gave you an idea.

"Hmm, could you just lay on top of me?"

"I'm gonna crush you," John protested.

"No you won't! Promise. I think it'd help. You'd be like a warm weighted blanket and help with the pain in my back while cherry-bear warms my tummy."

"Alright, but if I'm too heavy—"

"You aren't."

John moved on top of you, but his hesitation and worry about being too heavy for you was obvious in the way he held himself up on his arms to keep most of his weight off of you.

"Come on, John, just lie down. I promise you won't crush me!"

"Okay, okay. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Finally he fully laid down on you, and you let out a content sigh. "See? You're not crushing me."

"No, I guess I'm not. But this can't be comfortable for you."

"Are you kidding? I've never been more comfortable in my life!"

John chuckled, the vibrations of the sound spreading from his chest into your body. "You're weird."

You tried to shrug, but that wasn't possible with John on top of you. Instead you turned your head to pout at him over your shoulder, saying, "But in a good way, right?"

"Mhhm. Of course." John leant in and kissed you, then he asked, "Is the pain getting any better yet?"

"Not really. But I think some more kisses might help."

John was more than happy to oblige.

[grandlinedreams]

|| hey remember that thing I said abt boot riding and condescending, mean Coop :)

|| notes: unestablished timeline, could be seen as pre or post s1, reader can be whatever they want, waves hand something something idk man I've got it so bad for this guy also HEY. MDNI. BIG TIME. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

|| warnings: pretty much pwp, oral (m receiving), cum eating/swallowing, cursing, boot riding, Cooper is mean, hair pulling, afab reader i guess

Cooper isn't sure if it's the oppressive heat, the lack of decent drinking water or food that isn't roasted radroach to blame for your attitude, or if it's something else entirely ㅡ but you've found his last nerve over the last couple hours and are determined to rip it to shreds.

Part of him says he could save himself some long term trouble and put a bullet in your head, but he won't for two reasons. One, that's a waste of ammo. And two, he likes having you around.

You're a good companion, when you aren't in such a piss-poor mood. But it's that mood that's the current issue ㅡ and so, Cooper comes up with his own solution when you get just a little too mouthy for his liking.

"Come on now sweetheart," he grunts, voice low as he watches you, "you can take it, can't you?"

Your answer is garbled for the length currently occupying your mouth, tip of him pushed far enough that it threatens to gag you. Cooper doesn't think he's seen anything prettier than the tears in your eyes over his cock in your mouth.

He groans when you swallow around him, fists a hand tight into your hair to guide you ㅡ and the way you squirm also catches his attention. But one thing at a time, and he isn't about to give you whatever it is you think you deserve until after he's done.

He tells you so, eyes glinting as you whine around him, sound silenced by the rough jerk of his hips. "Come on, sweet thing," he coos, mocking as he cups your chin, thumbs at the bead of drool that slides from the corner of your mouth, "not gettin' shit if you can't behave."

This isn't the first time he's been in your mouth, nor will it be the last ㅡ but the pitiful look on your face only furthers his pleasure as he bucks, listens as you choke and gag around him.

His head tips back as you suck, fist tightening in your hair as you slide your tongue over the underside of him, the steady pulse as his breath hitches a little. "Fuck," he huffs, "see? Told you I'd find somethin' for you to do with that mouth of yours other than bitch."

You squirm again, thighs rubbing together to try and give yourself a little friction as his already rough rhythm turns choppier ㅡ and then he's spilling down your throat with a low groan that only adds to your own arousal.

Cooper pulls free of your mouth and watches as you swallow before he tucks himself away and snorts when you give him an expectant look. "What's that for, sugar? Never promised I was gonna help you out."

Your lips part like you want to protest, but he's right ㅡ he'd never said he was going to do anything afterwards. He smirks, makes a show of debating before he crouches in front of you, tips your chin up so he can meet your eyes.

"Poor thing, did suckin' me off get you that hot and bothered?" Your cheeks flush, and his amusement grows. "I guess I can help you out. But we're doing this my way, hm?" You blink, watching as he moves to settle a little ways away, then gestures. "Well? C'mere, babydoll."

Cooper watches you, tracking you as you settle over him in his lap. He reaches for you, pulls you flush to him before he cups your face with gloved hands. "You wanna get off so bad, you'll take whatever I give you, hm?"

Your cheeks burn, betraying you as you nod and listen to him click his tongue, sizing you up before he leans to kiss you. It'd almost be sweet were it not for the way he anchors you to keep you from withdrawing, muffling your soft noises before pulling away.

"Alright, sweetheart," he breathes, "I'll give you somethin'."

ㅡ

"Come on sweetheart, I thought you wanted this."

Your cheeks blaze, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as your hips rock, bitten off whine that makes Cooper snicker as he watches you rut against his boot. The dusty leather is far from what you'd been expecting, but Cooper had been adamant ㅡ either you got off on his boot or you didn't get off at all.

He at least pushes it against you, offers that modicum of reciprocation beyond the dark, hungry way he watches you grind against the only thing he's willing to offer.

The edge of it digs against the ache of your core, makes you groan and grind down harder.

"Look at you, honeybunch," Cooper drawls, determined to keep up a steady stream of commentary and make this all the worse for you, "that needy for me you're willing to hump my boot like a bitch in heat. Pathetic."

It should annoy you, but all the insult does is send heat curling in your veins to join the needy, sticky slick between your legs as you whimper and continue moving. Your thighs ache, your head spins with the way you're panting ㅡ but you're so close.

Cooper knows it to, doesn't miss a beat as he listens to you whimper, noises arching to something more pitched before you're shuddering, rocking your hips in rough, tiny little movements before you're panting, body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

"See, sugar? Wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone and words are a playful taunt, one that has you glaring at him.

"Fuck you."

Cooper grins, eyes dark. "That's the plan, babydoll."

[your-local-squip-fanatic]

Your Local SQUIP Fanatic's Probably Way Too Overthought Overanalysis Of The SQUIP (and why I don't think it was evil on purpose)

Because I said I'd make a more in-depth version as this is something I find stupidly interesting. And yeah... this took forever, I kept getting distracted. Woops, sorry.

Anyways, I made an analysis about this before, but I wanted to expand on it because the SQUIP is my favorite character and god damn it I need to yap about them. Let me recap on my prior one-

My copy of the book is tied to the Broadway musical, and it includes an intro from Joe Tracz and Joe Iconis. When talking about how they made changes in the musical, I quote, "The squip in our show proves more insidious than Ned's- though, as in the novel, our squip is a learning AI, which means its bad behavior is simply a reflection of the world around it." I noted that this seemed to be why it turned evil- what it saw in other people. After all, isn't it what sparked "The Pitiful Children?"

It had done what it could for Jeremy at the time, and it saw how his peers were. Remember, it's present and onstage for multiple interactions with the rest of the cast, there's NO way it didn't think on how it could possibly help them as well as Jeremy. And what was that solution? To squip them, too! Surely if it made a loser like Jeremy become popular and more cool (excuse me, chill) then perhaps if the other had squips, it'd help them all, too!

"All your peers are just so incomplete/You can't see it, but they're all in pain/Their operating systems obsolete/So let's complete the chains/And get inside those brains!"

The SQUIP WANTS to help, as it's programmed to do! Seeing how Jeremy and his peers are miserable in their own ways, it went with what it believed to be the most effective and logical solution to the problem. Obviously it went very wrong and went much too far in doing this, but doesn't the fact it's a learning AI help us understand its behavior?

After all, we know how much of an ass it was to Jeremy. It'd probably chuck him over the horizon if it could. But why? Well, I have a thought on this, too. If its bad behavior is a reflection of its surroundings, then perhaps Jeremy himself is to blame? It's possible the SQUIP picked up on his negative self-esteem, and used it on him before turning to a somewhat more positive approach, as we can see in Be More Chill Part 1 and 2.

"Everything about you sucks! Everything about you is so terrible! Everything about you makes me want to die!" to "If if listen to me, everything about you will be so wonderful! Alive! Everything about you will be so cool, and powerful! Popular and incredible!"

I COULD be misremembering as it's been a hot minute since I watched the musical, but I don't believe the SQUIP becomes actively hostile until The Play, when its plan is realized by Jeremy and Michael, armed with Mountain Dew Red, is very much able to deactivate it...

"I'M GOING TO IMPROVE YOUR LIFE, JEREMY! EVEN IF I HAVE TO TAKE OVER THE ENTIRE STUDENT BODY TO DO IT!!"

Things go completely off the rails, the SQUIP think it's doing the right thing, it tries one last effort to continue... and bam, is deactivated. At least, mostly, as it lives in "Voices In My Head" as nothing but an easily ignored voice in Jeremy's head. All it did was to aid its user in what it believed to be the most efficient way to help- "Help them to help you!"- and it's pretty pissed that it can't follow it programing anymore.

So no, despite how much of a dick the SQUIP was, I don't think it was evil on purpose. It's a learning AI following it programming and clearly got exposed to too much negative stuff and went a wee bit haywire. It completely overstepped itself in doings it whole "make you be more chill" thing, and now it forever lives with the consequences.

I do encourage others to add on to this! I'm no master analysist, so this isn't perfect whatsoever.

[itisme-rosie]

-- warmth; sirius black, james potter, remus lupin x reader (separately) wherein one is in desperate need of warmth during the cold days in hogwarts

cw: fluff!! pining sirius, established relationship for james and remus

[ the first draft for this didn't save even though it was ready for publishing so like 👹👹. originally full scenarios, idk what to call this format, i just wanted to post these already 😭😭 i'll get around to editing it eventually 😭 ]

masterlist | rules

[ sirius black ]

it was at a point in your blossoming relationship that you two were still getting to know each other and your boundaries together.

sirius found you in the common room, cursing the gap in your window that allowed a cold draft of wind to enter your room and almost freeze you over.

you explained that to him while he sat in the armchair across from you, thinking of a few solutions for your predicament of feeling cold.

"galleon for your thoughts?" sirius pulls out the coin from his pocket, holding it out to me.

i laugh softly, taking from him and toying with the gold lump, "i just feel a little cold," i shrug.

"cold?" he echoes, "would you like more blankets?"

i shake my head, "i'd feel suffocated rather than warm under layers and layers of blankets,"

"i can stoke the fire for you,"

"i'd have to move closer to the fire to feel the warmth, and merlin knows i might accidentally burn something " i sigh, sinking into the sofa.

"warming spell?" sirius leans forward in his seat.

"it'd feel too hot after a while,"

sirius sits in contemplation for a while before he looks at you with a look that spelled out mischief.

he stands up and tells you to scoot over.

you would ask a few times why, and he wouldn't entertain your question.

"nothing terrible," he would say, and there was no stopping the grin on his lips when you make space for him.

sirius opens his arms as soon as he sits down and it takes a lot for him to not burst out laughing when he sees your face.

"i'm confused," *i say, looking sirius up and down in slight amusement.

"i am ready and willing to cuddle you for warmth,"

you laugh softly, a fond smile on your lips as he reassures you that he'll only do it if you were comfortable with it.

so you settle in his arms, a comfortablr silence filling the room.

"i think i could actually get used to this," *i yawn, snuggling closer to him, head resting on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

i feel him smile against my hair, gently rubbing my back.

"me too darling, me too,"

[ james potter ]

a darling of a man, really.

he reminded you to grab your gloves before you left for class and, obviously, you still forgot them.

on your date around the grounds, he notices how you keep your hands in your pockets, fidgeting around with something inside them.

"you forgot them, didn't you?"

i smile sheepishly with a nod, looking down at my boots and murmuring and apology.

"hey, hey, it's alright love," james says reassuringly, holding my cold hands in between his gloved ones and kissing my knuckles and the tip of my nose.

"i know, it's just," i sigh in frustration, "you reminded me and i still forgot,"

james smiles and kisses your forehead.

"it's gives me the perfect opportunity to do this..."

"to do what?"

you barely have time to brace yourself before he smirks mischievously, scooping you up in his arms.

"james!" i squeal.

"bear hug!" the brunette laughs out loud, twirling me around in the air, our laughter filling the air.

he pepper kisses all over your face when he puts you back on the ground, your knees shaky from how hard you were laughing.

"better?" "a lot better," "good,"

with his hand holding yours, he guides you to the kitchens to get you cookies and hot chocolate.

"you mean so you can get cookies," i say accusingly with a teasing smile.

james laughs heartily, "i mean so you, my little love, can warm up properly,"

[ remus lupin ]

you were waiting for him over in the courtyard, bouncing on the balls of your heels and waiting for him to show up so you could walk to your next class together.

remus arrived after a while, taking your gloved hand in his so he could lead you to your next class.

halfway through the journey, you start jumping to get your blood pumping to at least get a little warm.

"i feel cold, so very cold," i explain to remus with a shudder, and there's a guilty look in his eyes.

"don't you dare blame yourself," i frown, kissing his cheek to calm him down, "it is not your fault, i've always been sensitive to the cold rem,"

he has plenty of ideas, and he is more than capable of casting a warming spell.

but remus john lupin is also a romantic so he takes off his scarf and wraps it around you.

then he undos his oversized robes and you almost yell at him, but he wraps them around you while he still wore the robes. remus' arms are firm around me as he keeps me warm.

"was this your best idea?" i quip teasingly, wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest.

remus is extremely warm, and it's comforting.

"the most effective," remus nods, very serious before he chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine in a penguin kiss that has me giggling.

after standing around for a whille, wrapped up in remus, i remind him that we had a class to attend.

"right," he sighs heavily, reluctantly pulling away, "but we are very much going to cuddle again later to share body warmth like penguins, yes?"

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Pleading And Punishments

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Prompt: Could you do a Logan x Anyone, Logan being bottom, Logan overworking himself and gets stressed from it. He jerks off to calm down and his lover walks in on him. I was thinking for this one basically a sexy punishment for Logan, any kinks you wanna put in is alright! Warnings: caning, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, handjobs A request from my Wattpad

Logan's fingers hurt from how hard he's clacking them against his overworked keyboard. His computer is hot to the touch, and he can hear the fans whirring in an attempt to cool itself down, and yet he never slows. 

He knows he needs a break. It's been an hour straight with not even a glance away from his screen. Maybe two. Maybe three. 

Logan glances at the corner of his desktop, intending to just glance at the time and get right back to working, but metaphorically short-circuits when he sees just how long it's been. 

Five hours? No break? No food or water? 

At the reminder, his stomach grumbles, but Logan just huffs and chooses to ignore it. Five hours, and he still hasn't finished this stupid document. He was sure it just needed a little more tweaking - the smallest bit of fine-tuning - and then it'd be finished. It'd be done. 

Schedules were his specialty, and deadlines were his special interest, and surely he could stay on task enough to finish this up! No more distractions - hunger cramps, dry mouth, none of it - and he could do it. But unfortunately, it seems his body didn't agree with his mind, as after Logan struggles to type some more, he realizes he's overheating. 

At first, he thinks it's just his room. He's been working so hard that it wouldn't be absurd to think it's been slowly getting hotter, but when he stands up to turn on a fan, he feels his cock rub uncomfortably against his jeans. And when he looks down, he realizes he's gotten hard. 

"Damnit," Logan mutters, as he curses out this fluke for being yet another distraction. This added nuisance only adds to the tension in his body, as his stress makes him physically ache. 

He's tempted to take a cold shower, but he quickly decides against that. A cold shower would take way too long, and that's time that could be spent working! So what would an easier solution be? Well... getting off, of course. 

Logan glances at the time. 

It's late... and though Logan knows Janus might be a bit peeved if he finds out Logan's gotten off without him (he always wanted to be involved in Logan's sexual endeavors), Logan knows Janus would be more upset if Logan woke him up from a nice slumber. And frankly, Logan didn't want something long and drawn out! He just wanted to get off quickly, and get back to work. 

Logan stiffly sits himself back down in his chair and unzips his jeans - though he takes the time beforehand to save his work on his computer, just in case he does take too long and his screen times out - and pulls his cock out rather unceremoniously. He could get off quickly, and maybe get back to work. Hell... the more he thinks about it, the more he tries to convince himself that this is a good thing! Masturbating alleviates stress, after all. Getting off quickly might get him back into the working mood, all things considered!

Though, Logan still bitterly wonders why he can't just get hard at planned times - like when purposefully thinking about Janus shrugging out of his shirt, his scales being revealed and gleaming beneath their dim bedroom lights... or when thinking about every time Janus has guided Logan's head against his boxers and made Logan worship his cocks through the fabric... or-

Moaning loud enough to startle himself, Logan's quick to slap a hand over his mouth, pathetically embarrassed at how easily he was lost in thought. Daydreaming was supposed to be Roman's thing! He needs to stay on task. 

His hand curls around the base of his cock, and he strokes it slowly. He'd feel better with lube, but getting up to grab some would only waste more time. So he suffers through the discomfort until he starts to leak pre, and then uses that to slick his shaft until pumping it is smoother. 

He lets out a more refined whimper in an attempt to repress his pleasured noises, and watches as his screen darkens as it's neglected, unlike his own enjoyment. 

He needs to be fast, so he moves his wrist quicker, toes curling at the increased intensity as he tries and tries to come quick and get it done.

"Just be quick," Logan mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as he leans forward, gasping in pleasure. "Be quick, and get it over with." 

"That's no fun, though," a voice suddenly quips from Logan's doorway. Logan squeezes his cock in surprise, drawing intense, painful pleasure from his shaft which has him crying out, and once again muffling his mouth with his palm soon after. 

Meekly, Logan turns a little in his desk chair, and flushes dark when he sees Janus has already traversed most of his room, reaching Logan's seat shortly after. Janus is smiling knowingly. 

"Lying by omission is still lying, you know," he comments, as Janus uses his fingers to tilt Logan's chin upwards, forcing eye contact. As Logan's hand stills on his cock, Janus uses his free hand to grab Logan's wrists, and swiftly lifts both Logan's arms above his head, eliciting a whine from Logan's mouth. "And I don't like the implication you'd keep such a pretty display from me. What happened to seeking me out whenever you desired sex? Have I been unsatisfactory lately? 

"Not at all," Logan stammers, his cock twitching at Janus's words. "I assumed you'd be asleep by now." 

"Ah, I see. It is bedtime, isn't it? Well, in that case, why are you still up? And more pressingly, why is your computer still open?" Janus glances at the screen, and though very clearly seeing a word document open - cursor still blinking and everything - he asks "watching porn, or something?" 

"No!" Logan immediately insists, before shuffling out of Janus's grip, and nearly falling out of his chair in the process as he stands, cock still out. "No, not at all. I was... I am working." 

Janus snickers. "You sure look like you're working." 

Logan shamefully hides his cock behind his hands, but tries to preserve his dignity by explaining "it's just a fluke. I... I was gonna get rid of it quick so I could finish up my document. There was no reason to burden you with such an infinitesimal task." 

"Doll, your pleasure is hardly infinitesimal." Janus stalks towards Logan until Logan's backed up against his desk, making Logan gulp as Janus wraps Logan's tie around his palm. "I enjoy seizing every opportunity to please you... though in this case I think you're hardly deserving. Overworking yourself? Rushing through your own pleasure? Not telling me that you're needy? Oh, Logan. You know better than this!" 

Logan's head lowers a little, ashamed by Janus's words. 

"Besides, you're not telling the whole truth," Janus then adds, tugging Logan's tie until it's very lightly choking Logan's throat. "You weren't going to get off just to get rid of a fluke... you're stressed. You needed stress relief." 

Logan bites his lower lip, and then sighs and nods. Janus kisses the fabric of his tie, and then grabs Logan's hands, pulling them away from his leaking shaft. 

"Naughty boy." Janus clicks his tongue, glancing from Logan's flustered face to his twitching cock. "Depriving yourself of true pleasure and stress relief, and then lying to me about it. I shouldn't even help you after this mistreatment..." 

Janus takes a step back from Logan, but Logan just stumbles forward as Janus continues holding tight to his tie, until he's nearly falling over. 

"Wait," Logan starts, as Janus guides him to the edge of the bed. He clearly had no intent on leaving, but Logan still breathes out "please, help," as if Janus would ever abandon him at such a vulnerable moment. And yet Janus wordlessly bends him over the edge of the bed, with his bare cock grinding against the edge of his mattress and his clothed knees against the ground. Janus stands behind him.

"Oh, Logan," Janus murmurs, looking over Logan's obedient display. He keeps himself positioned the way Janus set him, even if it means he cant see Janus. "I could never resist helping you. But, you still tried to hide from me, love, and we just can't have that. If I let you get away with this little bit of secrecy, then you'll get the silly idea that you can hide other things from me! And we both know I'm far too nosy for that." 

Janus's hands slide up Logan's shirt, making Logan shiver, and then back down his pants, until Logan's jeans are being tugged to his knees. With his bare ass on display, Logan can't help but push his face into the comforter, eagerly anticipating whatever comes next. His work becomes an afterthought with Janus occupying the majority of his brain, and he hardly minds!

"I think you need a punishment. To truly cement it in your silly little mind that you should never act like this. No overworking, no keeping me out of any of your sexual endeavors, none of that." Janus runs his hand over Logan's ass, and then up his back, tracing Logan's spine with his pointer. "What do you think?" 

Logan bites the comforter in order to avoid answering, but this action hardly muffles the guilty whine he lets out. 

Janus tsks. "Come on, Logan, use your words. You're supposed to be smart, are you not?" 

"I do," Logan finally whispers.

"Louder." 

Logan presses his face so hard into the mattress that his glasses push uncomfortably against his face. But still, he groans out a muffled - but distinguishable - "yes!" 

Janus chuckles at the dramatic action - it was always nice to see Logan break away from his composed facade and devolve into the rather temperamental person he was in private - and pulls away so he's no longer close enough to touch Logan. 

 Trying fervently to sit still, Logan's tortured by the sounds of Janus's gloves being pulled off, fabric being jostled, and an unfamiliar item tapping teasingly against the ground. It all feeds directly into Logan's intense curiosity, but his obedience is quickly rewarded with pleasant praise from Janus, who, through the tone of his voice, clearly believed Logan would eventually succumb to his interest. 

"Look at you," Janus coos, as he steps closer to Logan, filling Logan with a surge of pleasurable expectation. He knows he's going to be punished, but how. "At least you're good at listening, hm? I'd be tempted to reward you if you hadn't already been so bad. Take a deep breath, darling. In... and out." 

As soon as Janus says out, Logan is yelping as a thin stick slaps against his ass, stinging both of his cheeks and causing tears to well up in his eyes. Unable to stifle his curiosity any further, he turns partially to see Janus leaning on his shepherd's crook. He's smiling knowingly as Logan flushes dark red. 

"Are you-" Logan's voice cracks, and he swallows the spit in his mouth in an attempt to steady himself. "Are you spanking me?" 

"Caning you," Janus clarifies, laughing softly as though Logan was a naive little thing. "Don't worry; I won't make you count. I don't have a number in mind, anyway. I'm just going to keep caning you until I feel you've learned your lesson." 

Logan muffles a moan, and pushes his face back into the mattress, trying to ignore his cock rutting against the side of the bed, where a wet patch has formed from his pre. 

He's sure he's not subtle at all as he rocks his hips best he can against the comforter, but if Janus notices it, he doesn't comment on it. 

Instead, Logan's left making soft, cute little noises as he waits impatiently for Janus to hit him again. And Janus truly draws it out, torturing Logan by not smacking him immediately, but not doing anything else either, solely observing the way Logan trembles slightly, occasionally switching his weight back and forth on his knees. 

And then he's hitting Logan again, making Logan cry out again, spit dribbling down his chin as he whimpers and moans at the hit, with the pain reverberating over his backside until it feels just as hot and pained as before. 

Before he can even recuperate from that, he's being hit again, making him moan as his hips stutter against the bed, with Logan desperately digging his fingers into the sheets, fighting hard to repress just how overwhelmingly hot he was. He's basically burning up! He tries to say Janus's name, but all that comes out is a slurred, stumbled mess. 

"Shh," Janus quells him, giddy at the sight of Logan shaking as he keeps himself bent over the bed. He goes to say something more as he reels his crook back again - perhaps punctuating his soft shush with a bit of teasing - but as soon as his cane connects with Logan's ass, Logan's moaning loudly, and Janus is watching as come spills from Logan's cock and over the side of the bed, making a mess over Logan's thighs and the floor, as well as soaking into the sheets. Logan rocks against the bed as he works through his orgasm, but eventually slumps over against the bed, full of embarrassment. 

"Sorry," Logan mumbles, barely audible. "I'm sorry. I really, honestly tried to hold back. I didn't even realize I was close- I wasn't... I couldn't..." 

Janus's hands are on Logan before he can try and fail to explain himself any further, and he's being guided onto his feet, and then back onto the bed, with Janus pulling Logan's jeans fully off. 

Logan's ass rubs against the comforter, making him hiss in pain, but Janus just shushes him by crawling between his legs and dragging his finger through the sticky mess coating Logan's legs. 

"Needy, needy," Janus chastises, before he kisses Logan's chest. "You're so pretty, Logan. You look much better spread out in bed than stiffly sitting in your silly little office chair." 

Logan stretches out further, and closes his thighs, before immediately cringing and deciding to keep them open as he doesn't want to smear the mess further. "I was almost done." 

"You're done for tonight," Janus insists, before smirking as he wraps his hand around Logan's limp cock. Immediately Logan's whining in oversensitivity as Janus strokes him without a care, until he's been once again worked back up to full hardness. 

"Janus," Logan gasps, and Janus pets through Logan's hair in response. 

"Let me milk that stress right out of you, dear," Janus says, though he's hardly giving Logan a choice. "You took your punishment so well! Maybe a little too well, even. Regardless, it won't hurt to tire you out a little more, and make sure you can't go back to work even if you tried." 

Logan turns his head to the side to partially hide it in the pillows, and Janus lets him, though still enjoys when Logan's muffled sounds of pleasure reach his ears. 

In just a few strokes, Logan's leaking pre over Janus's palm, earning a slightly judgmental, but mostly teasing complaint of "messy," followed by Janus sighing as he says "you're so sensitive. Is it because you deny yourself pleasure so often? Hm?" 

Logan doesn't answer, but his hips buck needily into Janus's fist. 

"You really shouldn't deprive yourself, darling. Doing so means you come pathetically fast... I mean, look at you; you're tearing up because you're so sensitive!" 

"Please," Logan whispers, as his eyes flicker towards his computer. The screen is dark and no doubt completely off by now. Logan's ass stings with a reminder of what he got from overworking. He whimpers, and then moans as Janus squeezes around the base of his cock. Already, he feels embarrassingly hot, and that fact is utterly humiliating. 

He can't even attempt to hide this sensitivity from Janus, who coos at him immediately "oh, honey, are you close already? Just a few minutes of touching and you're going to spill all over my hands? Well, don't keep me waiting, Logan. Go on." 

Being watched by Janus as he's brought to another orgasm has him flushed and moaning, but he's great at doing what he's told, and so does just that. Spurred on by Janus's pumping, Logan's brought to his limit and quickly pushed past it, whining as his second orgasm is practically squeezed out of his shaft in spurts. Janus is less than fond of the mess it makes, but works Logan through it anyway, until Logan's whining and gently nudging Janus away with his foot. 

"No more," Logan complains, and Janus doesn't hesitate in releasing Logan's cock and wiping the mess against the sheets. 

"Janus," Logan scolds, which has Janus huffing and grabbing Logan's jeans from the floor, using that to clean Logan up instead. Logan still frowns, but he doesn't voice any more complaints, so Janus keeps going until Logan's satisfied with the lack of mess, and then tosses the fabric back to the ground. 

When Logan goes to sit up, Janus just pushes him back down, and plucks the frames from his face. "Whatever you're planning to do can wait for tomorrow," Janus says, as he pulls Logan's blankets down, and then back over them both, making Logan roll his eyes. 

"You're still fully clothed," he mumbles, but Janus doesn't care, instead dramatically laying on top of Logan's pudgy body in order to cuddle. 

And though this isn't how Logan wanted the night to go, he can't say he's upset with how it turned out, and very slowly wraps his arms around Janus's body to hold him in turn. And thanks to Janus, Logan is relaxed enough to melt into the mattress and slowly let himself drift off to sleep. 

[kpopsexstories]

Hi, Lately, I'm craving a gay-vibes story and your story really out there for me to consume. But I have an idea about gay characters like ten try straight sex for the first time and need a guide from his bestie like Yangyang or Johnny or whoever because he always bottom. I think it's kinda hot to see him having sex while his friend guides.

Hi! 😄 This request is a bit older, from when I first started writing gay smut. I finally wrote something for it that I like 🙂

The story you're referring to was the first gay NCT Jisung story which, if you're not into gay smut, is definitely a lot to consume. I'm not sure I landed the "gay vibe" aspect with this Ten story, but I did take your premise (Ten is gay but has straight sex under guidance of his friend) and hope you'll enjoy it ☺️

This is a straight x female reader story, featuring Johnny and Taeyong. I'll post it in two parts, the second part coming next week (Monday 23rd, 2024).

One-shot #16: WayV Ten Tries Straight Sex Pt. 1/2

This is the 16th story (first part) of my broader Mixed One-shots series.

Story: Ten is gay and tries straight sex with you, his female friend. Johnny talks to him to help and Taeyong is watching while you do it.

Celebrity: Ten (ft. Johnny & Taeyong)

Sex Content: Missionary, Taeyong is watching

Type of Sex: VANILLA

Word Count: 2.9k (5.6k including Part 2)

“Stop, this isn't working,” you say with disappointment in your voice.

Ten stops grinding between your legs and looks away from you. “I'm sorry,” he says and appears sad. “I've never been with a woman before.”

“I know,” you say and smile faintly, in an effort to make him feel better. But you simultaneously push on his shoulder and he slowly rolls off your naked body.

He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. You come closer and trace your fingers on his chest.

“Maybe we should try another time,” you suggest to put an end to the experience. You enjoy the man's company and you would have loved for this to work, but right now it just feels like a burden. Your doubt there will ever be another time at all.

“Sure,” Ten says and smiles. But you can tell that he's pretending. In reality his pride and manhood have suffered, and he wishes in this moment that you hadn't decided to try to have sex in the first place.

*****

Ten is sitting on a couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. Johnny is lounging in the other end. Both men are staring into thin air as they rack their brains to find a solution to Ten’s peculiar problem.

“Were you hard?” Johnny asks and turns to face his friend.

“Yeah,” Ten says a little too quickly. His erection was not the issue and that's the truth.

“But, I've heard you have sex lots of times,” Johnny says and scratches his head. It's partly a statement, partly a question to try to figure out why this time was so different.

“Yeah, but with men!” Ten says loudly, confirming what Johnny already knows.

Johnny decides to keep fishing for more. “You've really never been with a woman?” he asks. It comes off as a bit of an accusation. The man certainly can't relate to Ten's situation.

“Eww, God no!” Ten exclaims. He frowns and looks disgusted by the idea, but it'd hard to tell if he's just exaggerating for the heck of it.

“Then why do you even want to have sex with her?” Johnny asks.

“She's my best friend,” Ten says. ”It was just a joke at first and I've never really thought of her that way. But now that we've tried I really want to.”

“Why?” Johnny presses on.

Ten turns away from him and stares into the distance. “I don't know,” he says. “I feel like I disappointed her.”

Johnny gives his friend a naughty grin. “You sure you don't secretly like it?” he asks.

Ten's face lights up. “Yeeah,” he says slowly. “I did like it.”

It might not have been your feminine body that turned Ten on, but it definitely was something. Perhaps it was the idea of it, or how close he feels to you. Or maybe it was just the biology of physical touch in the heat of the moment. Perhaps he's just curious, or maybe he genuinely just hates the feeling of being a disappointment. Having sex was your idea after all.

Whatever the case it's clear that he wants to try again, and just the fact that he's sitting here discussing his failure with Johnny is proof of something.

“Maybe you're overthinking this,” Johnny suggests. ”Women love a sensitive guy who's in touch with his emotions which I know you are. Don't try so hard to be someone you're not. Just go with the flow.”

Ten grunts as he reflects om this. His thoughts drift. Maybe Johnny is right. Maybe he was trying too hard to make you happy. Maybe making you happy can only be achieved if he's being himself.

Damn, this would be so much easier if he wasn't so gay.

*****

You're sitting on Ten's bed playing on your phone. He's laying on his side passionately telling you a story. “And then he asked me to read the smut out loud for him so he could fall asleep faster,” he says and you both laugh so hard your stomach hurts and tears are rolling down your cheeks.

When the outburst of joy and amusement with your dear friend fades you both return to your screens. You're not quite sure how much time has passed – it could be an hour or just five minutes – when you feel Ten's hand on your thigh.

He scoots closer to you and presses his groin against your hip. His hand wanders to your stomach. You raise your gaze and glare at him without any show of emotion.

“Ten?” you ask when he puts his forehead against your upper arm. “What are you doing?”

He doesn't answer. Instead he allows his hand to touch you harder, and his groin to grind more passionately along your side.

You let him. In fact you want him to. You've already talked about last week, and though you didn't reach any conclusions you realize that Ten might feel like he has something to prove. If not to you then to himself, but probably to the both of you.

He doesn't owe you anything and you don't owe him either. But you actually do want to try again. And so you slide down on the bed you allow yourself to get into the moment.

His lips are soft and wet. His skin is elastic and smooth. You wrap your leg around his jeans and his hand glides inside your shirt. Before you know it you've been making out for half an hour.

You're in a bubble, not thinking about anything, fully enjoying each other's touch. Your hair is frizzy and Ten has his hand inside your panties. No clothes have been removed but he's been feeling your wet folds and sticking his fingers between them for a while.

When you absentmindedly squeeze his bulge and want to take things further, however, Ten is abruptly pulled out of the bubble of intimacy he too has been caught up in and mesmerized by.

You can sense the change in him. It's like his mind awakens and he becomes stiffer. The reaction pulls you back to reality too.

You don't want it to end and neither does he. You want to have sex with him and he does too. “Wanna try again?” you ask, eager to take advantage of the hot mood but cautious and empathic to Ten's sexuality.

“Yeah,” he says. “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

Ten immediately smiles wide. This is his chance to prove himself and rectify last week's failure. Besides, ever since you opened the door to the possibility of having sex he's been thinking about it a great deal. It's surprising because he normally wouldn't even look at a woman that way. But you're special to him, and he genuinely wants this.

Ten quickly pulls away from you and sits up straight. His shirt has already been sliding up to his neck and now you watch his fit and slender body as he pulls it over his head and takes it off.

He moves on to his pants. Okay, you think and raise an eyebrow, then start to take off your own clothes while he hastily unbuckles his belt.

Soon you're both down to your underwear. “You sure?” Ten asks one last time.

You remove your bra and giggle, then pull the duvet over yourself. “Yes silly,” you say with a chuckle, and Ten immediately springs to action.

You make yourself comfortable while he reaches for a condom in his bedside drawer. You watch as he slides off his underwear and remove the wrapper. You take off your underwear too under the sheets, while he rolls the rubber down his shaft.

Slow down, you think, but you don't say anything.

Ten lifts the cover and crawls inside with you. His body heat feels nice and you his smile is reassuring when you kiss. He climbs on top of you and starts to grind, and the smile quickly goes away.

It feels alright. Ten is gentle and sweet. You wonder if this is how gay guys do it, but in the moment you don't mind his hasty advances.

His hands glide up and down your sides and he occasionally gives your boobs a squeeze. But it feels more like he thinks he's supposed to touch them rather than something compelled by lust and desire.

“Mm,” you moan to get the heat up further.

Ten remains quiet. He alters between kissing your lips and holding his breath. His naked ass moves up and down between your legs, but you can't really tell where his dick is poking around.

“Mm, ouch,” you say when he suddenly bites your neck. The move took you by surprise and it hurt.

“Sorry,” Ten says and stops, for a moment freezing his whole body.

He adjusts his position between your thighs. “Mmph,” he groans and grimaces when the length of his shaft gets pushed in a bad angle. You felt it poke hard into your groin only barely missing the hole, and you imagine the pain the failed thrust caused when the man's hard stick got bent.

You're no longer as turned on as you were at the height of your make-out session. In fact it's dry as a desert down there, not at all the dripping current Ten's hand produced when he fingered you. The man sure is sexy, but he's too eager and this doesn't feel like it's working out the way you both want it to.

Ten is thinking it too, but he doesn't know what he's doing wrong. You can sense his hesitation and worry. “Maybe we should call Johnny for help,” you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Ten had mentioned that he talked to his friend about you last week. “Hah,” he now chuckles and smirks. “No way!”

You weren't serious of course, but Ten's insulted face makes you giggle. “Johnny!” you call out to tease your friend.

“Shhh,” Ten hushes and tries to put a hand over your mouth.

“Hey Jooohnnyyyy!” you sing even louder. Ten tries to stop you but you just fight back harder. You giggle when his hands and arms start flailing and playfully battle with yours near your face.

“Johnny, get in here!”

“Stop it,” Ten says and pins your hands to the bed on either side of your face. You burst out laughing and so does he.

It's all fun and games, until it isn't. Someone has heard your call. The door opens, and the sound of it clicking has Ten flying.

His heart jumps and he jolts off you. He rolls on his back and pulls the duvet over your bodies. He kicks his feet in a panic to cover all of you and for a split second the man in the door sees both your bare breasts and pussy, and Ten's hard and condom-covered boner, as the duvet soars and then falls slower back down like an autumn leaf in a gentle breeze.

“Shit, sorry,” Taeyong says and quickly turns away.

“Where's Johnny?” you ask without thinking, also scared by what is happening.

Even though you were the one to call out you never thought this far ahead. You were just trying to be funny with your friend, and secretly maybe you wanted Johnny to see. The consequence of someone hearing you and entering the room never crossed your mind though.

But damn do you enjoy it. The thrill is intoxicating. Your scare comes partly from Ten's abrupt reaction, but you never imagined someone catching you in the act would also feel this good.

“He went out,” Taeyong says. You glance at the side of his face as he stares at the door. “Why?”

“Nothing,” Ten is quick to say. “We were just having fun.”

Taeyong smirks and turns to look at the two of you in bed. “I can see that,” he says and winks at you. “Enjoy it.”

“Actually,” you say when he takes a step back and starts closing the door. “We could use some help.”

Taeyong raises an eyebrow. You've peaked his interest. Meanwhile you can feel Ten turn his head towards you, likely staring wide-eyed at your face.

“Ten has never been with a girl before,” you say as if clarifying the situation will be helpful. Ten is panicking on the inside.

“Oh,” Taeyong says and relaxes his posture. He keeps his hand on the handle but looks at you both with interest.

“He's not very good,” you continue.

“Fuck you,” Ten exclaims and nervously laughs out loud.

“I don't believe that,” Taeyong says. “I've seen him have sex.”

“Yeah, but not with a girl, right?”

Taeyong pauses as if he's searching his brain. “No,” he says slowly, then he straightens his back. “Alright. I'm curious.”

Ten is desperately trying to find his footing in this situation. You turn to face him as if waiting for him to say something. In reality there's a lot you want to say but you're not even sure where to begin.

“It's just…” Ten begins. ”It won't go in.”

Taeyong steps into the room and slowly closes the door behind him. It clicks when falls into position in the door frame.

“Mm, I see,” he says slowly while pinching his chin. There's an armchair in the corner of the room and goes to sit down in it.

The silence is making Ten uncomfortable. You're surprisingly okay with it all. You take your arms out from under the covers and put your hands on your stomach, listening intently and with a satisfied expression as the boys begin to discuss.

“Why not?” Taeyong asks, fishing for more information.

“I don't know,” Ten says. “I'm a bottom. I've never been inside someone else before.”

“What, never?” you ask and stare wide-eyed at him.

His head turns from Taeyong’s to yours. “No,” he says. “Well, maybe once, years ago. But I'm actually not sure. It doesn't count.”

“Okay, but you've had other people inside you, right?” Taeyong asks. He already knows the answer to that.

“Yeah, loads of times,” Ten says. “But it's not like I can usually see it when it happens.”

“Are you hard?” Taeyong asks.

Ten lets out a chuckle. “Not anymore!” he exclaims which is sufficient information for Taeyong to go on. Getting it up is not the issue, as Ten already clarified to Johnny once before.

Taeyong continues his line of questioning. “So what do you do when you have sex with guys?” he asks. He's trying to guide his friend to come up with a solution to his precarious problem.

“Stretching. Use lots of lube.”

“I don't think you need to stretch me,” you say and laugh.

“I know,” Ten says and gives you a sideways grin. “I’ve had my fingers inside you. Fuck you're loose.”

“Hey!” you exclaim and slap his arm, as if his words are some kind of insult. Ten is confused by your reaction but hides it.

“I'm just saying, an asshole is so much tighter. You feel… different.”

“Well, she's a girl,” Taeyong chips in, stating the obvious. Then he turns to look at you. “Are you wet?”

“I was,” you say while thinking. “But not anymore.”

When Ten said it he was joking about it. Now that you're answering the same question the atmosphere is more serious.

“So use lube,” Taeyong suggests.

Ten remains confused. “Straight people do that?” he asks.

“Sure,” you say and smile wide. “It's maybe not standard but it does make things feel nice and slippery.”

“We sometimes spit,” Ten says, but it's a redundant piece of information. He's got lube right next to his condoms and Taeyong has already stood up to go and get it for you.

You watch as the man opens a bedside drawer and takes out a tube. He gives his to Ten who take it without looking up to face his friend.

“Try it,” Taeyong says. He smiles and nods at you as you sit up on the bed, the duvet still covering your chest.

“Thanks,” you say and the man turns around.

You sit in silence while Taeyong walks away. There's more you want to say. This might work but the excitement you felt when you got caught in the act still lingers in your heart.

“Wait,” you say when he reaches for the door.

Taeyong turns to look at you, as does Ten who looks curious but remains still and covered, clutching on to the tube in his hand.

“Can he stay?” you ask and look at your friend.

“Why?” Ten asks. His face doesn't reveal how much the idea excites him.

“He can watch,” you say. It doesn't actually answer the question.

Ten looks at Taeyong who smiles naughtily and lingers at the door. He doesn't want to open it but works hard to appear calm and collected. On the inside his mind is going wild.

“I'm happy to help,” he says but doesn't move.

You eagerly await Ten's response. “Alright,” he finally says when he realizes that you're both looking at him. He looks Taeyong in the eye. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” he asks and you get the feeling there's something more between them, something unspoken.

“Yeah,” Taeyong happily confirms.

Yes! you think but hide your excitement. It doesn't matter that it's Taeyong who came to your aid. It could have been Johnny or anyone else, that's not the point. What matters is that there's someone else in the room.

Hopefully the lube will do the trick. If this works out it could be a very fun sexual experience indeed.

-> Read Part 2.

[isa-ghost]

*breaks down ur door* ramon n phil hcs perhaps?

YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Phil headcanons masterlist

If Ramon knew where Phil was from, he'd desperately want to see the Hardcore World builds (not that Phil canonically built them), and all of Phil's farms (now those he DID build).

If Phil knew Create it'd be fucking OVER for the Federation, with his and Ramon's powers combined and the additional insanity that Tubbo and Pierre can bring? SHEESH.

Of the OG eggs that aren't his own, Ramon is Phil's favorite, but he'll never say that.

Hot take but (before Fitpac was anywhere near close to being a thing), Phil was the one standing in Spreen's place. At least early on, with how often he & Chayanne would join Ramon & Fit on adventures.

Ramon's death on that airship was the first moment it REALLY struck Phil that the eggs can die. Like that's a reality, not just a scary unlikelihood or something. It can and will happen in the blink of an eye.

Phil absolutely adores the way Ramon became such a fierce protector of the other eggs, especially his sisters. It's always touched him how adamantly Ramon fights to give his siblings the most normal childhood they can. He just wishes the lil guy would acknowledge he deserves that too.

Actually on that note I could write a whole ass analysis of how Phil and Ramon can sometimes think/operate similarly, but I'd have to binge a bunch of Ramon moments to get enough material. But like. Do you see my vision? With the way they're both self-sacrificial to sometimes detrimental degrees?

Present day, one of the memories that gives Phil the most bittersweet nostalgia for the "good days" on the Island are the ones where he & Chayanne and Fit & Ramon would be wandering the savannas just exploring and looting random shit. It was nerve-wracking, yeah. Every adventure with the eggs was, this is Mr. Hardcore we're talking about here. But there's something so special about the banter with Fit while they watched Chayanne & Ramon demolish whatever mobs they encountered.

Speaking of demolishing mobs, there is something so inexplicably and unreasonably funny to Phil about watching Ramon (or Dapper or Pomme for that matter) absolutely STACKED in a suit of armor or carrying some massive fuckoff weapon when he is just the littlest guy 🤏🏻🤏🏻 Like the absurdity of this funky lil orb creature with obnoxiously chunky armor and the world's bulkiest weapon is just Comedy Gold to Phil.

Although Phil only ever knew surface level stuff (if that), if he ever heard the extent of how ride or die Ramon was with Fit & his secrets about Whatever (data collection, Madagio, etc), it'd give Phil a whole new level of admiration for him.

Bird brain mimicry sometimes made Phil say "Ramon" with a (badly, Britishly) rolled R the way Fit always would.

He wishes the eggs were around for the whole Maze thing because he guarantees Ramon would've found some kinda way to either Create his way to a solution or brute forced it. That kid would've 100% cracked the code to that stupid fucking Maze.

Phil always loved the way Ramon was so observant. That kid would notice details of things or traits of certain people that nobody else would. Not only did it give him a special layer of thoughtfulness to put into the things he did for & gave to other people, but it's a valuable skill to have as a survivalist.

I can't believe I only just now thought if this one but Phil absolutely fucking TREASURES the way Ramon softened Fit up. He's always known Fit as this rugged, mysterious wild card with a dangerous streak, which– Don't get Phil wrong, he was & is down bad for it. But to see something finally put some long-term genuine warmth in those eyes and a smile lacking malice on that face? And for that something to be a brilliant, silly little kid that radiates the same kind of energy as Fit himself? Priceless.

If there was any egg Phil would consider capable of fending for themselves, it'd be Ramon. Ideally, no egg would ever have to. At least not forever. But if he had to name one he thinks could survive alone? Yeah, Ramon. And not just because he's the son of a 2B2T veteran.

[beanghostprincess]

How funny would it be if there were rumors around the Cross Guild that Someone Is A Vampire.

Someone visiting for one thing or another catches a glimpse of a person in the dead if night sneaking our of the medical tent with a bag of blood. There are no alarms going off, no sign of their presence beyond a brief moment of Sighting Them, a soft growl, and then the person vanishing into the darkness.

The rumors spread across the Seas. Cross Guild has a Vampire. It's embellished and it grows more and more as the story is told. Eventually someone asks a member if the Guild, "do you have a vampire?" And the mercenary hesitates, pales slightly. "... He is more than that." That's all he'll say on the matter. The way he reacted, the way he seemed almost afraid, it makes people think and wonder.

A Vampire! And in this marine hunting organization? To be so powerful, he must be very strong! In a ... a position of power....

They look at the posters.

Mihawk is the first to be suspected. He hits almost every cliche. Pale? Goth? Drinks "red wine" all the time? Weird? Piercing eyes? Never smiles? Oh Absolutely It All Makes Sense.

There are some who suspect Crocodile. He has that Vibe, they say, ya know the one. It wouldn't be surprising, that's all they're saying.

Meanwhile nobody looks twice at the clown. He's an Emperor, some think idly, if he were a vampire, the world would know by now.

Shanks is giggling, twirling his hair, kicking his feet across the grandline at this point bc He Knows The Truth.

Buggy is a paramecia type devil fruit user - it effects the body and it's derived from the abilities of a Devil. Typically, they are considered the weaker forms of Devil Fruits bc they rarely awaken or offer further abilities. Buggy is, was, and always will be a special case.

To any knowledge, Buggy is the last of his kind. Crocus had his work cut out for him when trying to get a baseline for Buggy's health when he joined if only because so many things were Off or outright Not There or There When There Shouldn't Be. It was impossible to tell what was Devil Fruit vs Biology. So when Buggy began getting sick, losing weight, growing lethargic, it was a frenzy to find answers.

The solution presented itself in typical Whoopsies How Did That Happen fashion - Shanks got so mad about not being able to help, being scared for his best friend, his Buggy, that he punched a wall - tore his knuckles up. He hissed, shook his hand out, hopping around because ow ow ow fuck shit ow-

And then Buggy was staring.

Shanks, more distracted by Buggy being AWAKE, simply lunged for his friend, and was a little surprised when Buggy didn't push him away or hiss or scream - just took his hand, staring. "Oh," he chuckled awkwardly. "Don't mind that, just me being an idiot, ahah... hah... b-bugs?"

Buggy licks his hand.

Shanks is perturbed.

Crocus runs a few more experiments.

Okay yeah Buggy's a vampire. Cool. Good to know. Why? Not sure, but damn if it isn't something, huh?

Anyway, Cross Guild but the two goths have vampire allegations thrown their way every day, meanwhile their ACTUAL vampire boyfriend is loudly complaining that his polka dot thigh high are missing, oh where is his green scrunchy, honey have you seen his hot pink shorts or his rainbow glitter eyeshadow palette-?

This is hilarious and probably the best thing I've seen today I-- I love this. But ngl, I find this so good for so many Shuggy/Cross Guild concepts with Buggy as a vampire and drinking their blood 🙏🏻 Let them make out because the other three are extremely fucked in the head. It'd be great if Buggy treated being a Vampire so casually while the three of them are down bad for him drinking their blood or smth.

[bbuunyy]

PIN TUTORIAL.

So. You want pins of your favorite band/cartoon/oc/funny thing to put on backpacks/jackets/pants BUT you're broke and/or have no means to Acquire Pins. You find yourself thinking must Man do i need to make these???? And the answer is yes. Sadly, one either needs to purchase items to have items or make items to have items. I know, i know. It's unfair. It'll be alright, though. Fear not, beloved internet user, for i have The Easy Solution to Your Problem. For thee. Let me hold your hand passionately.

What you'll need is:

Safety Pins - you can buy them for hella cheap in packages with Many Of Them. I'm probably not from your country so you'll have to look for them yourself online or in a store) Pair of Scissors - for cuttin' Plastic - Any kind as long as it's thick enough. reutilize something that would go to the trash, if you can. I'm using an old fanta bottle i stole from dad's pepper pot from the garden. you could also used those hard ish plastics from boxes too or packages. It doesn't have to be transparent, but that's recommended. Some sort of Glue - I recommend hot glue. I did not, however, have hot glue, so I used a two-part resin for fixing pipes instead. If it works it works. You can use anything as long as it secures the safety pin to the plastic. The Pin Content - I'm using STICKERS. i bought 200 6 months ago and have many left overs. You could also use a drawing you made or a cutout from a magazine and tape it to the plastic with transparent packaging tape.

That's all you need. However, if you'd like to make your life a bit easier, it'd be nice to have in hand:

tape - for tapin' razorblade - for scrapin' pen - for Penin'

See. easy. doesn't need a lot. I must say that since i'm a craftsperson i have More Materials laying about than the average arguably human population, but that's pretty much it.

tutorial with pictures continues under the read more. selfie under read more too with them on a cool jacket. here are the results so you know what you're getting into. Ooooo you want to make pins so bad oooooooo

TLDR: glue Pin Content onto the plastic, glue the safety pin to that next. Pic IDs added.

STEP 1.

Stick the thing you want to pin on the plastic. I'm using stickers, but you can use the non adhesive stuff. You can tape a piece of paper to the plastic with transparent duct tape. Just make sure to leave a margin on all sides.

STEP 2.

turn the plastic sheet around. Mark where the Up part of the sticker is and where you want the safety pins to go. This part is optional, but it helps making sure you're not going to put the pins in the wrong position. I didn't do it on my last batch and they turned out fine.

STEP 3.

Secure the plastic to your work surface using tape to keep it still while you work. Again, optional, but it'll help keep the thing straight if your plastic is bent like mine.

STEP 4.

Scratch the surface of the plastic so whatever gluing method you use actually works. The surface shouldn't be smooth or else it'll be hard to glue. You can use anything to scratch it. I did a criss cross pattern as shown in the picture.

STEP 5.

Glue the pins to the scratched surface.

In my case it was done in two steps since the resin needed time to dry. I made a hard base to secure the pin and waited for two hours for that to dry. Then i put a small layer of resin over the part of the safety pin that doesn't open and waited for it to dry again.

This would be miles easier if you used hot glue. Just hot glue the pin to the plastic, making sure to keep the movable part free.

STEP 6.

Cut the pins! If you taped them to the plastic instead of using premade stickers then make sure to leave more plastic to the sides. so it doesn't fall off. They're done. You now have pins.

If you want to go above and beyond, you can cover the pin with a thin layer of clear nail polish to make it impermeable and more durable, but i'm all out of clear nail polish, so i didn't do it.

RESULTS PART 2.

That's it. That's all. Have fun!