#Thank you for the tag Vi!

[hoppipolla]

10 songs on your playlist right now!

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, and then tag ten people. no skipping!

Thank you for tagging me @markpakin <3

I use different music apps and I also have different playlists so I'll just list the 10 songs I'm listening to the most atm. I hope that's okay :(

Period by Kingdom

พรุ่งนี้ (Tomorrow) by Ford Arun

พูดได้ไหม (Let Me Tell You) by Fourth Nattawat

To Each His Own by Talos

hollow by sød ven

These Moments by Ben Winwood

Another 13 Days by SKOON (Jung Sukhoon)

more a more by t024

Hurt by Amber Run

海になりたい by SIN feat. おかもとえみ

I'm tagging @jyuubin <3 I'm curious to know what kind of music you listen to! ^^ (Let's pretend the rules didn't mention tagging 10 people.)

[pfhwrittes]

oh god here we go. alright read the fucking warnings. 

TW: noncon, somnophilia, male masturbation, spit, facial, alcohol mention.

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x female reader

word count: 966 words of smut.

AN: this is @kaadaaan's fault. also i wrote this all in one go with minimal editing because my brain was being rotted and i needed to get it out. poor grammar and typos are likely, for that i apologise.

johnny is your friend, he’s been your friend for a long long time and as such he has a key to the door to your house to use and your blessing that he can just drop in whatever time he likes when he’s on leave. it’s not uncommon for you to come downstairs in the morning to find him sprawled out on your sofa wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, one foot planted on the rug under the sofa and the other hanging off the armrest. 

he’s larger than life, your johnny. the other half to your brain sometimes. jokingly referred to as your brother from another mother. you love him, but only as a friend. despite that, he’s got a key to your house and a piece of your heart because you know he’ll never do anything to hurt you.

johnny on the other hand doesn’t love you like a sister. he loves you with a capital L and something feral behind his eyes. his smile always goes a little too sharp whenever you crack that “joke” that you love him like a brother because he knows if you knew the way he’d been thinking about you for years you’d have locked up your heart and house tight instead of inviting the wolf to stay. 

-

that obsession is how he ends up in this position, just like he has countless times before, standing like a sentinel at your bedside. the only light to see your gorgeous face is the streetlight that curls probing fingers through the thin curtains of your bedroom window. you’re beautiful like this. he honestly doesn’t know how his gaze hasn’t woken you yet, surely you can feel the way he traces every shadow and highlight on your face. surely you can feel the way he stares at your open mouth, driven to madness by the slight spit at the corners of your mouth. fuck it’s almost too much for him. but still he stands frozen, just watching. never touching. not until tonight.

you’d both been drinking. johnny had switched to water part way through the night, you hadn’t and so with johnny’s help you’d stumbled up the stairs to your room and passed out flat on your back. not terribly unusual, he’s seen you do it before when you’ve been drinking. he’s heard your snoring through the walls before. but tonight is different. 

later, when he creeps down the stairs to slump onto the sofa, he’ll blame the lingering buzz of alcohol in his blood for daring to do what he’s thought about for so long. but right now, he’s staring at your open mouth watching a faint glimmer of light hit your wet pink tongue and fisting his cock over your sleeping face. grateful for the fact that you always sleep like the dead when you’re drunk and nothing except the world ending could possibly wake you. 

despite the reassurance that you won’t wake - can’t wake - the sound of his hand moving over his cock is loud in his ears. he’s sure the slick noises are drowning out even the gentle open mouth snores you offer into the air. he positive that in mere moments your eyelids will flicker open and you’ll look up at him, your corrupted sentinel, to see the way he’s gripping his cock desperately. his hips jerking in aborted thrusts as he thrusts into the tight fist he’s made around himself.

a groan slips through johnny’s gritted teeth as his thumb swipes another bead of precum over the flushed head of his cock. 

fuck. 

if he doesn’t slow down he knows without a shadow of a doubt he’ll end up coming on your sleeping face. a spurt of precum dribbles from his cock at the thought. oh fuck. he wants that. he wants to come on your face. he wants to let the thick white ropes coat your cheeks and chin. maybe even cover your open mouth with some of his come so you wake up with the taste of him on your tongue. 

johnny’s hips jerk forward as his orgasm blindsides him completely. his eyes roll back into his head and he whines desperately through his nose, teeth sinking into his lower lip to trap the moan that's burning his throat. 

moments or maybe aeons later, his vision clears and he looks down at you. 

“fuckin’ hell” it’s whispered, part reverence for the sight that greets him, part fear of waking you prematurely. 

your face is covered. johnny’s come drips from your cheeks. it slides down the curve of your jaw onto your neck where it pools, glimmering in the low light, before dribbling onto your pillow. a pearlescent string clings to your top lip and then - and johnny swears he feels his cock twitch out another dribble at the sight - you lick it off.

johnny takes a step backwards from you on shaky legs. he needs to leave, now. if he doesn’t, christ he doesn’t know what he’d do to you. he doesn’t want to find out how far the depths of his depravity go. he doesn’t want to know if he could get away with scooping some of his come off your chin and pushing it into your mouth. he doesn’t want to know if that would be enough for the taste to linger in the morning when you wake up.

with one last lingering look at your face he tucks himself back into his boxers and leaves you. covered, marked, his. 

-

in the morning you wake with blurry eyes and a thick head. god you’d really had too much to drink last night. you smack your lips together and frown at the taste in your mouth. it’s sour and slightly musky. 

oh well, you must’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open again.

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

byakuya togami killed his sense of guilt after his family's heir competition and sentencing his siblings to be wiped from their history, essentially, because remorse gets you nowhere if you dwell on it and a togami shouldn't spare such pointless emotions for people below him.

but then makoto falls into the trash chute and for the first time in a long time, he feels something like regret. this wasn't what he wanted. yes he's alive, now, and yes maybe that meant it was the right choice in the end - but what if there was a different way? what if makoto could've been saved? he was a boy who had only wanted to help those around him, and as annoying and naive as he was, he was also incredibly observant and painfully clever. shouldn't he have deserved to live?

the relief he feels when he sees makoto again is something he can't express. he's never needed to express it before

[inluvwcaitvi]

comparing vi to jojo siwa should not be as funny as it is. she doesn’t even look like her at all to me but it’s just fucking hilarious.

[kieranscaren]

Can you please do a cuddling session with Vi(Arcane)??? Something very fluffy because she’s a cutie and deserves a lot of love and kisses

aaah this is such a cute request. i love writing fluff sm. you didn't specify so i wrote a lil drabble

also sorry i took my sweet ass time with this oh em gee. my requests are still open my ass is just slow 😭💗 i’m probably gonna re write this… maybe

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the morning is soft and stretching. the sweet ache of limbs longing to be properly expanded, saccharine whine leaving vi's puffy lips when a shrug eases her back into the world of the living, the moving.

she still grabs onto you nonetheless. pink ruffled up hair tickling at your chest, her body tuckering closer. your free hand running down the rough of her back, scars clouding under your fingers as you circle them to the beat of her steady heart. she’s still alive, you confirm with a pressed palm.

the first kiss of the day is met by giggles. breathing out complaints for her morning breath — only pressing her lips back against yours as quiet repayment.

“it’s early,” you chide while dodging her string of chaste kisses only to reach for the rumpled up blanket once more.

vi pouts in rebuttal. chapped lips pressing in the center below your collarbones — stretching fingers circling an invisible dot over your chest, soon just kneading like a house cat.

“so?” half hearted snark sneaking up on her to your giggled indiscretion. her fingers leave your chest only to her shifting attention — up your flushed cheeks and and warm skin, lips following the beat each pad of her fingers leaves against you.

it’s petty. you can almost hear her raspy, smug voice sinking in between your ears. echoes of her words swimming by and the only discernible one comes out against you.

“soft,” sweeter words than the expression you expect on her face. double vision quick coming each time she pulls the slightest bit away — fast coming back to kiss you properly this time. no more complaints slipping your lips now.

[thatgothsamurai]

happy late valentine’s day also pls forgive this 🤡 for your 1-year-late-requests🥹💕😔🤟

sorry this is super late (even it’s just a sketch)😭😭😭 but if any of you want your separated pic you can dm me🥹🤟

edit: for those who requested, you can do whatever you like (set as icon, post it, print, etc, as long as it’s personal use) to the individual pic I gave you, no need to ask for permission it’s all yours🥰

@strikercorbie @wkxs @valley-of-the-lost @nashpati @pran-so-brave @stellareclipses @mutantfactor @darkovstein @ashinlae @himemi @haojun @korre @queridaz @naptakingkitty @ithappensoffstage @till-you-feel-it-all @litek2137 @rhysiana @kayathechameleon @bifca @janedrewfinally @2amfog @thenimbletree @latsin @strung-by-fate @fismoll7secinv @circumference-pie @kagehikaru @pale-freckled @loveandviolets @eponinemylove @delicatelygloriousphoenix @still-gathering-roses @starshipcaptainjojo @pawsnread

[pixlokita]

I was gonna give up on this sketch but my super talented fren @0wldn0 helped me with the rest of the body and all of Gregory so I finished it TTwTT also love how they drew Greg all tiny he fits in one hand how cute is that 💕💕💕 he’s fine he just got stabbed a little 👌

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hmmm for the ask game! kunikida & dazai + "are you okay?" (can be platonic or romantic, take your pick!)

"are you okay?"

dazai looks up at kunikida, slapping on a stupid smile. "oh, me? of course i'm-"

"cut the crap, osamu."

oof, osamu. kunikida was really pulling out the big guns for this one, huh?

dazai scoffed, then sighed, then waved kunikida over.

kunikida sits down tentatively, hands trembling. dazai takes his hands in his and begins to massage them, slowly, forcefully.

"this isn't..." kunikida pauses to stifle a moan when dazai hits a particularly painful spot. "this isn't about me."

"but it can be~" dazai winks.

"stop it."

kunikida pulls his hands away, tucking them in his pockets. "stop pretending you're okay. you aren't. i only asked to give you a chance to admit it for once. just-"

he sighs angrily, letting his head flop back onto the wall with a soft thud. "you're important, too."

"i know."

"and i know you, osamu. stop lying to me."

[pfhwrittes]

entirely inspired by @kaadaaan's post here

18+ only please and thank you

john soap mactavish and his trichophilia (body hair fetish)

john "soap" mactavish x f!reader drabble; 322 words.

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johnny who shoves his entire face into your armpit, completely uncaring of how you squirm as his nose tickles the stubble that sits there and mutters about how "it'd be so much better if ye just let it grow oot like it's s'posed tae" as his hand works furiously up and down his cock.

johnny who when you waxed for the first (and only time) in your relationship/situationship/fwb deal for a holiday abroad was so upset that you'd stripped your cunt bald that he refused to touch your pussy at all and made you suck his cock while petting the hair at the nape of your neck as you worked your mouth over him.

johnny who routinely throws out your razors and hair removal cream and denies doing it when you ask.

johnny who strokes the line of hair that leads down from your belly button into your knickers over and over until his fingers dip below the elastic to play with the curls on your cunt.

johnny who licks a long wet stripe over the hair on your calf when you finally give up even trying to shave your legs at all as he lavishes you in kisses from the ankle up.

johnny who when he runs his thumbs over your nipples is fucking delighted to find the few sparse hairs that grow there and spends endless minutes pinching and pulling at your tits being so careful not to pull out a single hair.

johnny who spends hours face down in your cunt with the curls of your pubic hair tickling his mouth, nose, and cheeks when he rubs his entire face over you.

johnny who when he comes inside of you immediately drops a hand between your legs to feel the mess he made and strokes his fingers over the hair between your legs until you're shifting against his hand, begging for him to fuck you with his fingers.

-- taglist for here be kink: @kaadaaan ; @acenby-weirdo ; @waves-against-a-cliff

[bloodbruise]

if i was a zombie im going for your brain first i need to consume every single one of ur thoughts

omg don’t say things like this to me i will fall in love with you 🤭🤭🤭

[zukkaoru]

an opportunity to ask about grace wips.......... i'd be a fool to miss it

12 and 13 please!!

hehe ily <3 these two are both ideas i'm plotting for fyodor ship week in june!!

midnight baptism (12) is a no-powers au that is. pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. fyodor nathaniel and nikolai sneak into a church in the middle of the night because fyodor wants to be re-baptized after coming out as trans

fyothaniel communion (13) takes place the night before nathaniel's brainwashing/lobotomy/whatever in which he comes to fyodor and says he wants to partake in communion one last time before the procedure, and asks fyodor to do the sermon for it.

see. okay so the thing is. people are always like "omg i love writing fics as an excuse to infodump about my non-fandom related knowledge from non-fandom related interests" but the non-fandom topic i have spent literally my entire life studying and memorizing is The Bible. and i can't just make any random characters bible quizzers or send them to youth group or whatever. so now that i finally have characters who are canonically religious that gives me the perfect opportunity to write fics about things i'm very familiar with but have never had a chance to explore in fics before. like baptism and communion. maybe i'll even make nathaniel a bible quizzer at some point. you never know what could happen next.

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[two-person-job]

SHROOMIE!! WHo confesses first and how in Shroomiya??💕💕🫶

i confess first because I love yoimiya but she strikes me as very oblivious. I don't think she'd confess out of fear for ruining our friendship

but how is at the summer festival. yk how in alexis' recent ask, the heart with arrow thing? how I almost confessed to her at the summer festival prep? I actually planned for my confession to take place DURING the festival. I'd do the. like. "the fireworks are even more beautiful reflected in your eyes..." and we'd giggle about how much of an overused line that is but then i'd tell her "but it's still true"

after that i'd rather recite a planned + rehearsed speech or just go "I really like you :}"

[cloudbends]

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

I was tagged by @ponytailzuko!! ty cal for the tag <3

I haven't written properly in a very long time so I'll be sharing a drawing, which i also haven't done properly in a while but i happened to go out to the backyard and sketch a couple days ago, and here it is (with an image for size)

[ID in alt text.]

tagging: @memo-sepia, @reloaderror, @shimamitsu and anyone else that feels like doing this!!

[cheaploafs]

theres a heel clack in the distance somewhere