#also maybe something with action or interaction

[bumbled-bees]

I feel conflicted, I see everyone talking about how awful CD is but the times I've interacted with her before she switched names she seemed sweet.

You’re not alone in that.

A lot of people, even now, are still working through that dissonance: how can someone who once seemed kind, understanding, or even supportive be the same person who’s now the subject of so much criticism and hurt?

The truth is, that confusion is part of how Lily (CD) draws people in. It’s not just that she can seem sweet: sometimes, she genuinely is. Especially early on. Especially if you’re new, vulnerable, or trying to find your footing in her community. She knows how to be welcoming. She knows how to mirror your values and speak your language. She’s clever, and emotionally perceptive enough to know what people want to hear when they first show up. And when she’s not actively on the defensive or in a foul mood, she can come across as thoughtful or insightful, because that’s part of the persona that originally made people gravitate to her.

But the important thing to realize is that those early positive moments don’t cancel out the pattern of harm she’s caused over time. A manipulative or harmful person doesn’t have to be cruel all the time to still be damaging. In fact, inconsistency is one of the strongest psychological hooks. It keeps people off-balance. You start to wonder, “Did I do something wrong? Am I just imagining the bad stuff?” You cling to the good memories because they feel more real, more comforting, and it’s painful to reconcile them with what comes later.

Lily also benefits from being particularly good at making you feel like one of the “smart ones,” the “good ones,” the people who get her. That sense of exclusivity, of being on the inside of something others “don’t understand”, can be incredibly validating, especially if you’ve ever felt unheard or dismissed in other spaces. It makes it even harder to believe you could be misreading things or that she’s acting in bad faith. But eventually, the mask slips. Maybe she snaps at you. Maybe you watch her do it to someone else. Maybe you notice how your discomfort keeps getting minimized, and how hard it is to express criticism without backlash.

It’s okay to have been drawn in. It’s okay to have believed the best in someone. That doesn’t make you naive or complicit. It makes you human. Lily’s behavior is calculated to pull people in and then gradually reshape how they interpret her actions, and that’s why so many people feel this exact conflict when they start to see her more clearly.

What matters isn’t whether you once saw her as sweet. What matters is what you do with the fuller picture now, and how you choose to support others who’ve been through the same thing. It’s not your fault for getting pulled in. But it is a sign of strength and empathy to step back and question.

[nautilus-b]

Okay heres my dumbass deltarune theory: What if Susie isn't actually "the girl" in the prophecy?

What if it's Noelle and Ralsei knows?

Okay so point 1) Ralsei knows about the weird route and Noelle's connection to it. The secret mini game in ch3 directly references the weird route, and Ralsei acts super suspicious about it. He says "it could have been trouble". It's heavily implied that Ralsei knows the things required to happen to trigger the snow grave route, and that Noelle is a key part,hence why in ch2 when you say you're going to the festival with Noelle, he flat out says you shouldn't. If you're already on the weird route, in ch4 Ralsei says that the path theyre on "may be worse than the prophecy". In general, whenever you deny actions, go to weird places, (like the secret mini game) or go against Ralsei's suggestions, he starts to tweak out. I think it's because he's aware of the weird route, and fears the player trying to trigger it by going off the games one track story. Noelle herself is 100% a red flag for potential weird routes, hence why Ralsei is so reluctant to have the player interact with anything to do with her.

Bringing me to point 2) Ralsei is really cautious about Noelle. Maybe scared of her. He never interacts with her, probably because in the dark world ice magic is 'evil', so her being a natural ice magic user is 100% a red flag. Again, if you suggest going to the festival with her he flat out says you shouldn't. He very rarely tells you not to do something. If you give Ralsei the thorn ring in chap 2 he says "..." Which he doesn't do with any other item, even the other secret ones. Also, there's a throwaway line in ch3 where Ralsei says he knows exactly what items/weapons of theirs Noelle can equip. Oddly specific information to have about her.

3) Ralsei is so fucking scared of Susie seeing the prophecy in ch4, probably because he was worried it would reveal the truth right in front of her

4) Not a definitive point but, I think it would be narratively fitting that Susie's whole arc of finding purpose in being a part of the prophecy and feeling like she's a part of something would be disrupted by the plot twist that she's actually not part of the prophecy. Her coming to believe in her role in the Quest would all be for nothing, and I can see that fitting in nicely with her character arc

5) If Berdly wasn't Noelle's partner in ch1, she would have been with Kris. Meaning that it would have been them and Noelle tasked to get the chalk, and then and Noelle entering the dark world. Susie wasn't even meant to be there.

Now idk how this explains Ralsei knowing who Susie was at the start of ch1, but my theory is that the weird route IS the main route. It's what they were meant to do from the start. Ralsei knows this, but is attached to Kris and Susie and doesn't want to kill the darkners. He went off script from the moment he introduced ACTing. On the correct storyline Noelle would be there. All members of the party would be puppets of the soul (Ralsei more mentally than literally because he was so agreeable in ch1), which is why in ch4 Kris tries so hard to keep Susie from finding the numbers. Susie isn't even meant to be there and would likely ruin the whole thing for the knight. Because Susie isn't controlled by the soul. When Susie learns to act, unlike Noelle, it's her choosing to. So her role on the party deviates from the prophecy which should be entirely in Kris' control.

I think this is fitting narratively since deltarune seems to be about the perceived lack of choice the player has. I think everytime Kris does something left field or of the beaten path, Ralsei gets scared because Kris' autonomy would trigger the weird route- the correct route- where they are in control.

[jazzzzzzhands]

My sketchbook is FULL again

Also I have a bad case of art burn. Please send me ideas or requests in my inbox! Maybe one will get me out of this funk?

[writing-with-olive]

Also autistic here, and wanted to hop in and add some more onto what Sparrow was saying, hope that's alright. Note that while I say "do x, do y" this is very much an exploration of how I would approach this challenge and not at all prescriptive.

I think something that might help is asking yourself (and then jotting down what you come up with so you can return to it later) why you want to write an autistic character. Not why should they be written in general, but what makes you personally excited about the idea? Certain traits you don't see enough of? Self insert to experience a certain type of world? A handful of hyperspecific interactions? An exploration of how a particularly rough or particularly caring early upbringing would impact their psyche now? Something else?

At this stage, don't be afraid to have a "cringe" answer. If you're gonna have fun with the project, you gotta be honest about what's exciting to you. (Also cringe is dead so, you know, there's that).

Once you have that, you're gonna want to have a basic outline of what kind of world you're interested in, and the genre (ie, fantasy, contemporary, horror, something else), since this will influence the kind of flavor the next steps are gonna take.

Once you've got the things that make you excited, what I would do next is make a wish list: I enjoy being mean to my blorbos so I call it the "wouldn't it be fucked" exercise, but if you're a kinder writer you could run it as the "wouldn't it be cool/fun/epic/etc" exercise. Basically, you're starting to create scenarios. "Dude, wouldn't it be fucked if my blorbo had [insert autistic trait/characteristic from earlier], so they [did action persuant to it/reacted to situation accordingly] and then [insert conflict]?" This is especially fun to do with friends, because then you can riff on each other's ideas.

At this point, you'll hopefully have ended up with a better sense of what kind of scenarios your autistic character could get into that you'd enjoy writing. Quite possibly you've created some other aspects of the world - some bad guys, some of the autistic character's friends, maybe a few settings, that kind of thing. Now, you can take the ones that you like, and which fit together, and see what connective tissue is missing: maybe you know that for a scenario certain characters would have to have particular other experiences together, or some tension would need to be built for a scene to carry it's weight, or whatever. You can also flesh out your characters to give them more depth than you've been able to do thus far.

From here, how you plot your story is pretty much up to you and your style, but if you've already created a few major beats of your story with autistic traits baked in, then you should have more freedom to do what you want with the rest of it, in ways that keep your autistic characters autistic, and make that actually mean something, without necessarily making the story itself About Autism.

I'm autistic and I've been wanting to write autistic characters for a long time, but, when I come up with a story/character idea, I don't really know how autism could fit into it.

I've written a story about time travel and thought of having one of the main characters as autistic, but I didn't end up doing it because I couldn't figure out what her special needs, difficulties and special interests were and when and how put that between the plot and I still can't really figure out how to incorporate autistic characters into a non-autism-centered plot and flesh out autistic characters. Do you have any advice on how to "fit autism into characters and plots", or more specifically, "how do I start having the subject of autism in mind while developing characters and the plot of my stories to apply it better?"

Hi asker,

The truth is you can't necessarily start with just autism in mind and develop a non-autism plot around it. I'm sure it's possible, but that doesn't seem super easy to me at all. You kind of need the plot and the characters to develop together. Only one at a time and it’ll fall apart, generally speaking.

What, overall, has been what hasn't worked? What about the time travel didn't work? What about your plot made it hard for you to incorporate an autistic character?

I can't tell you how to write A Plot, because this has to be your own thing. But I can tell you that pretty much any plot can have an autistic character. Here is a list of plots I’ve read, very summarized, with autistic characters as a protagonist or a large part of the plot:

slice of life where the general conflict comes from interpersonal relationships and the struggle of navigating these; characters are children and adults like

realistic fiction where the autistic protagonist’s best friend goes missing and she wants to find her

horror where four friends are stuck in a house in the woods, with a killer on the lose and one of the friends is autistic

romance (with all the romance conventions) where one or both people are autistic

realistic fiction where an autistic child may or may not be guilty of a crime (i think i've actually read like 3 of these?)

horror ocean expedition where the journalist brought on board is autistic

historical 1980s middle grade where the autistic nonverbal higher support needs protagonist is in foster care and special ed struggling with missing her missing sister as well as people underestimating her

historical 1930s books where the protagonist’s older sister is autistic and the plot is both normal slice of life stuff and living in Alcatraz stuff

neurodivergent utopia/dystopia with rock candy robots and lost children

middle grade books where the plot focuses on heavier themes like abuse, drugs, death, or whatnot

autistic woman learning to live by herself after the death of her mother

gothic horror where, after a marriage of convenience, the autistic protagonist discovers her husband is being haunted

These are just books that I personally have read (many are middle grade fiction because I just like reading middle grade), many years ago, and just off the top of my head. So there is a bias here of "books I personally know of and in genres I personally enjoy." But I wanted to include them to show you that there's a lot of things you can do, even if just from the perspective of "things this one person has read."

See how different they all can be from each other? You can basically stick an autistic character anywhere. You can think of a plot and then think, "how would my character act/react to this?"

Think about it this way: In real life, various autistic people lead incredibly different lives. And that's without even adding in the elements you can introduce in fiction that don't exist in real life, like time travel or mermaids or dragons or little gray aliens or telekinesis or whatever it is.

I know you're autistic as well, but I think you should research various different presentations of autism. Autism is pretty heterogenous, even with characteristics in common. That might help you get inspired on a particular path for a story, or a specific character path.

Something else that might help you is to create a plot, and then think about how you would react to it. Then tweak that reaction to something that better fits your story.

Honestly, genuinely, it can be difficult to think of this – but the only way out is through.

Hope this helps,

mod sparrow

[pocket-deer-boy]

I’m fully expecting matt’s twitter behavior rn to be an intentional harassment campaign of constantly poking and prodding at trans women until they say something that could potentially be construed as a death threat and then retaliating in full force to attempt to get them banned off of twitter as well. I mean, he really, REALLY wants to interpret these things as death threats.

[wackywatchdotcom]

imo jax has no clue that hes miserable. like hes putting on a face for sure but i dont think he actually has the emotional awareness to know WHY hes doing that. he just wants to look cool and masculine and thats as far as he thinks on it. theres more to it but he doesnt know that. being sad isnt cool so he wouldnt even entertain the idea that hes secretly sad

[ariadne-mouse]

While the veracity of this reassurance was undercut by the foldlight exploding at the end of the episode and rendering everyone very unsafe, this moment still had me like

goddamn it you loud, endearing entity i am putting you in my pocket

[32girassoisdevangogh]

[liamrrys]

someone said amen livius hours??

[talkorsomething]

" why am I so tired " <- man who has not been eating well

[pearlywritings]

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the sheets. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Luocha

As much as Luocha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Luocha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

[satori-runa]

—Takeout

Summary: You visit a certain demon hunter to scold him once more. But apparently, it is not you who has the lead.

Tags: NSFW, established relationship, no plot, not beta read

Words: 1,3k

—MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—

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The apartment was dead quiet, save for the soft creak of old leather as Dante leaned back in his worn out couch that slowly needed a replacement.

He pulled out his guns, inspecting them, before placing them down on the coffee table in front of him. He just returned from another successful demon hunt that night, sighing in contentment as his back sunk deeper into the couch. Despite the relaxation, his ears didn't fail to pick up the sound of the door at the other end of the room.

“You know, you left the call on again during your fight. You could have at least hung up.” You said, placing down the bags of takeout food that he requested earlier next to his guns with a raised eyebrow. A glance at him was enough and the white haired man copied your actions and raised an eyebrow back to you along with his cocky smile on his lips. His voice was low and yet teasing as he directed it to you.

“Are you creeping around after midnight to scold me? Kinda hot if you ask me.”

You shot him another look but he didn't flinch. Instead, he held your gaze with the same dangerous smirk that secretly affected you inside, charming and cocky, but laced with a spark that only he owned.

“Maybe I just wanted to make sure that you didn't run out of stupid comments after your fight.” You stepped closer, slapping his legs that he placed on the table, a silent complaint not to have his feet near the food. “Also you kept crying about wanting those new burgers down the street.”

He smirked, finally dragging his feet off the desk and sitting up straighter. His coat hung open, his shirt tugged loose at the collar, revealing a faint smear of blood still drying along his neck. You weren’t sure if it was his or the demon’s. Probably the latter. “You’re too sweet,” he said, voice low, leaning forward. “And I appreciate your actions. Also, you worry too much sweetheart, I will always have a charming one liner ready for the princess.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, no doubt.”

Dante rose slowly, as if sizing you up, boots heavy against the old wood floor. He stopped in front of you, close enough for the scent of gunpowder and sweat and something darker to hit you all at once. His eyes narrowed slightly—warm, sharp, but curious.

“You always come in here looking like you’re ready to fight me or kiss me,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft.

“Maybe I’m here to do both.”

The tension cracked—quick as one of his bullets.

Dante’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you in with a suddenness that stole your breath. His lips crashed into yours, rough and wanting. No hesitation, no preamble. Just heat and pressure, all grit and low growls against your mouth. His free hand tangled in your hair, the other keeping you firmly against him like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

“Been thinking about this,” he admitted into the kiss, his voice deeper now, barely controlled but still laced with sass. “Every time you walk in here like you own the place.”

You laughed breathlessly against him, tugging his coat off his shoulders. “Maybe I do.” He grinned, pulling back just enough to look at you—flushed, wild-eyed, his hair falling into his face. “Then you won’t mind if I wreck the place.”

Without waiting, he turned, lifting you onto the desk with a grunt, knocking over the food and his guns. “Show me,” you said softly.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

He kissed you again—harder this time. There was a hunger behind it, barely contained. His hands were already under your shirt, calloused fingers dragging across your skin with a desperation that made your thighs press together.

“Off,” he muttered, tugging your shirt up, and he didn't have to say it twice. You lifted your arms, let him yank it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His eyes dragged down your chest, dark and hungry, jaw tight.

“Fuck, I missed this.”

You felt heat bloom in your core, especially when his hands returned—this time slower, firmer. He cupped your breasts through your bra before flicking the clasp open with practiced ease, letting it fall as so many times before. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing them into peaks until you squirmed.

“Dante…”

Your voice was soft, breathy, already undone. He liked that.

“Say my name like that again,” he rasped, pushing your thighs apart so he could fit between them, pushing up your skirt in the process too. “I’ll make sure you’re screaming it, babe.”

You gasped as his mouth dipped to your chest, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin while one hand slid lower—over your stomach, between your legs, over the damp fabric of your panties.

“Already wet for me,” he said with a grin against your skin. “Knew you wanted this. Maybe that is the reason why you came over, huh?” You whimpered when he pressed two fingers against your heat, rubbing slow circles that had your hips bucking into him with only some piece of fabric separating you two. “Please,” you whispered, not even caring how desperate you sounded. The fierceness in your voice was replaced with whimpering and desperation.

He growled low in his throat, pulling your panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your folds—slow, deliberate, dragging slickness over your clit before easing one, then two fingers inside you. The stretch had your head falling back, a moan tearing from your lips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered with a smirk, watching your face as he fucked you with his fingers. “Tight. Warm. Gonna make you cum just like this first.” You grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, legs trembling as he thrust his fingers faster, curling them just right, his thumb teasing your clit until your moans turned shaky, breath catching in your throat.

“Dante—!”

You came hard, clenching around him, nails digging into his coat as you shook in his grip. He didn’t stop until you gasped from the sensitivity, and only then did he pull his fingers out—slick and glistening. He sucked them clean without breaking eye contact.

“Goddamn,” he said, breathless. “You taste like sin. Might become my favourite meal.”

He didn’t give you time to recover before he was undoing his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock was already hard—thick, flushed, the tip dripping. You bit your lip at the sight of him, flushed and dazed from your orgasm but craving more.

“Ready for me?” he asked, voice low, dark.

You nodded. “Want you. Need you.”

Dante lined himself up, dragging his tip through your folds before slowly pushing inside. The stretch made your breath hitch—it was intense, but perfect. He groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out, gripping your hips like he was barely holding back. He set a pace that was slow at first, each thrust deep and precise, hitting every spot that made you whimper. But it didn’t take long for his control to snap. His thrusts turned rougher, faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your breathy moans and his low, ragged curses.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails scraping along his back.

“Fuck—Dante—right there—!”

He slammed into that perfect spot again and again, his name a chant on your lips, and you felt yourself unraveling fast.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand gripping your throat gently, not choking, just holding—possessive, commanding. “Cum for me again. Wanna feel you lose it around my cock.”

You shattered with a cry, clenching tight around him, your body arching as he fucked you through it. Dante groaned, losing rhythm, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own end. A few more strokes and he buried himself to the hilt with a loud grunt, cumming deep inside you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just ragged breathing, hearts pounding, skin slick with sweat.

Then he leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple.

“Enjoying your visit?” he muttered.

You laughed, weakly. “Only if you keep doing that.”

He smirked, voice still hoarse. “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

[22ayla21]

Harassment Part I

No matter how well-mannered the guys are, within the walls of Night Raven College, there are those who will start harassing guests from another world.

Warning: unpleasant content, mentions of harassment, if you are uncomfortable, do not read. Fem! Reader.

Third year Second year First year

Trey Clover

Trey would definitely not remain indifferent to what was happening to his crush, even if he was being discreet. He would most likely approach the situation wisely, so as not to attract unnecessary attention, but still act effectively. He could intervene by talking to those who were behaving inappropriately, and if that did not produce results, he would take more drastic measures.

He is very caring, providing her with safety and confidence that he is there and she can always count on him. He would tell her not to worry and always ask him for help when she needs it. Perhaps he would suggest safer routes around the college to avoid such situations.

Trey, as a person who values order, would probably also contact the other dorm leaders or teachers to resolve the problem on a more official level. He would carefully collect evidence and convey the information to the right people in order to protect his crush, while remaining calm and avoiding aggressive actions.

In moments of personal interaction with her, he would subtly but firmly show that he is concerned and that her safety is important to him. He can be very empathetic, trying to support her morally, especially in such a new situation for her. Trey is unlikely to be aggressive, rather he would use his intelligence and organization to protect his beloved and ensure that she does not become the object of further harassment.

Cater Diamond

Cater, despite his easy-going personality and obsession with social media, knew exactly how to protect his crush. He would probably try to resolve the situation with humor at first, making the harassers look ridiculous in front of other students, maybe even filming them for his Magicam followers. However, if the situation became more serious, he would not hesitate to step in, using his intuitive abilities to resolve the conflict without physical violence.

Despite his easy-going manner, Cater would not only be adept at social situations, but also empathetic enough to notice if his crush was uncomfortable. He would have a conversation with these guys, manipulating them with words, emphasizing that their behavior was not only inappropriate, but also uncool in the eyes of others. He would use his popularity and influence to create pressure on those who tried to violate her boundaries, even if it meant exposing their actions publicly. If the harassment continued, Cater would likely bring it to attention on the Magicam platform, not hesitating to share the situation with large numbers of people, which would result in considerable public shaming and punishment for the perpetrators.

Cater would likely use his charm and conversational skills to calm his lover down. He might start with a lighthearted and relaxing approach to make her feel safe. If jokes fail, he would quickly switch to a more serious tone. He might reassure her that she should not be bothered by such people, reminding her that she is the most important thing to him. Cater would be gentle in his approach, trying not to make her feel too vulnerable or helpless. He would quickly redirect her attention to something pleasant or positive, so that she does not remain in a stressed state.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona may seem lazy and apathetic, but if someone approaches his woman with inappropriate intentions, the predator in him awakens. He does not tolerate encroachment on what he considers his. He is not one to openly restrict the freedom of his beloved or hang a label on her "belongs to me", but in his presence, no one would dare even hint at something like that. One look is enough to scare off unwanted admirers.

If someone dares to cross the line, Leona will not take long to sort it out. The intruder can "accidentally" fall under the influence of his special magic, temporarily losing the ability to move, speak, or even be in school without fear. Leona is a master of strategy and knows how to eliminate the problem discreetly.

Outwardly, he may seem indifferent to the situation, but this is only an illusion. He watches everyone who tries to approach her inappropriately. If his beloved does not resist the attention, he can pretend that it is none of his business. But if she is not delighted, this is already his territory. And lions, as you know, are very territorial.

A warning without words - those who once made a mistake will not have to repeat it again. There is a feeling of hidden threat in the air next to Leona - like a lion lazily lying in the shade, but ready to bite her throat at any moment.

Although he is harsh to others, Leona can be surprisingly gentle next to his beloved. It is important to him that she feels safe, but not weak. He trusts her to deal with the situation while she can, but if the boundaries are crossed, he takes matters into his own hands. In a world where he is used to fighting for a place in the sun, she is his exception, his quiet corner. And he will not allow anyone to disturb her peace.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil, despite his arrogance and confidence, has a strong sense of responsibility for his loved ones. If one of the less well-mannered students allowed himself to harass his beloved, he would immediately intervene. However, he would prefer to do this discreetly, expressing his displeasure not through rudeness, but through confident but cold remarks. He could stare at the offender and dryly warn that such actions are unacceptable.

Vil, as a person with a sharp mind and a tendency to manipulate, could decide to use his connections and influence to get rid of such people. He would try to surround his beloved with care and support, but at the same time he would covertly eliminate the threat, without attracting attention. For example, he could secretly indicate to other more well-mannered students how to help in this situation.

Despite his outward coldness, Vil shows concern for the people he values. If his lover were to find himself in a difficult situation, he would use his actions to make her feel comfortable and safe, providing support whenever he felt she was in danger. He would console her in a discreet but gentle manner, perhaps saying something like, "You're under my protection, don't worry."

Overall, Vil would act discreetly but decisively in such a situation, using a combination of his confidence, manipulative abilities, and caring to protect his lover, while still maintaining his subtle style and manner.

Rook Hunt

Rook, as an experienced hunter, has a strong instinct to protect those he cares about. If he noticed someone making advances toward his lover, he would likely react immediately, but with a touch of grace. He might quietly observe the situation until he realized the situation was becoming threatening, and then intervene, displaying his protective nature.

He might not simply approach the aggressor with threats, but use his charisma and intellectual skills to manipulate the situation. He might feign conversation with the offender, while politely but firmly demonstrating that he will not tolerate such behavior, perhaps pretending that the situation is not so serious, but hiding a deep threat behind it.

Being very considerate of his lover's feelings, Rook would make sure that she does not feel guilty or ashamed about what is happening. He can reassure her, say something like: "You don't need to worry, I'll take care of it. You don't deserve to be treated like this."

In general, Rook in such a situation, being both a protector and an eccentric person, would try to act quickly, but with humor and chic, showing his affection and care for his beloved.

Idia Shroud

Idia will most likely try to pretend nothing is happening at first. He will panic and lock himself in a room, convincing himself that “it’s none of his business” or that “she can handle it herself.” But the more he thinks about it, the angrier he will get — primarily at himself for his indecisiveness.

If he finds out about it online (for example, through messages from Ortho or anonymous rumors), he will start writing emotionally in the chat, using caps lock and a lot of slang. But in real life, he will still be afraid to do anything in person.

At some point, his anger will overcome his fear, and he will use his engineering skills. For example, he will set a trap that will make the bullies look like idiots in front of everyone. Or he will create a device that will scare them with a holographic illusion of a scary monster. If the situation is too serious, he can send Ortho to sort it out.

If the harassment reaches a dangerous point, another side of Idia will turn on. He is used to the worst, but when it comes to HIS beloved, he cannot just sit back. He can appear in person (yes, by force), hiding his face with a hood, and in a sharp, but still stuttering tone, threaten the offenders. Perhaps he will back up his words with a demonstration of his magic. The blue flames hovering around are very frightening for ordinary students.

Afterwards, Idia will of course be super embarrassed. He will try to downplay his reaction. If the girl thanks him or says something cute, he will immediately wilt in embarrassment and run back to his room. If the incident was serious, Idia may set up a tracking system on her to always know where she is or even create a security drone to follow her around school (which will probably annoy her a little). He will get paranoid if she takes too long to respond to his messages and bombard her with memes like "If you're being held hostage, send this emoji."

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is not one to resort to aggression right away, but if he learns of inappropriate behavior, he will first try to resolve the situation with words. However, his words and presence alone inspire fear. Even the most self-confident boors will feel a chill run down their spine.

If someone dares to disobey or try again, Malleus will not stand on ceremony. His magical power is so great that he can easily create an atmosphere of intimidating pressure, from which the legs of those around him will begin to buckle. The electricity in the entire building will begin to flicker, and the air will be filled with discharges. Nature will simply begin to rage.

In the end, the most important thing for Malleus is the comfort and safety of his beloved. If she is upset or scared, he will surround her with care, try to console her - perhaps even offer her to spend the night in Diasomnia, where no one will dare to touch her. And, of course, he will be very happy if she asks for his protection herself.

Malleus is not someone who will scream and immediately rush into a fight, but he inspires such strong fear that his presence alone is enough to stop any attempts at harassment. However, if the offenders do not take the hint, they risk encountering the true power of the heir of dragon blood - and are unlikely to want to repeat their mistakes.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia always smiles, and even in potentially unpleasant situations, his first impulse is to turn everything into a joke. But as soon as someone crosses the line, his gaze becomes dangerously cold. He can be intimidating when he wants to be, because years spent in the court of the fairies have taught him that a true threat does not always scream - sometimes it just silently watches until you realize your mistake.

Lilia can be patient, but he has clear boundaries. He will take a warning step - a gentle reminder that he sees everything and knows everything. Perhaps his magic will manifest itself imperceptibly: strange but frightening things will begin to happen to the offender. Books will fall on their own, potions will suddenly give an unexpected effect, and at night they think that someone is watching them from the darkness.

If someone dares to continue, Lilia will show that the fairies can be much more dangerous than they seem. He won't resort to brute force - why would he, when he can make a person regret their actions in more sophisticated ways? Maybe their voice will suddenly disappear for a few days, or maybe their shadow will start moving on its own. In general, jokes are jokes, but the consequences will be quite tangible.

After any incident, the first thing he will do is make sure that his beloved is okay. Lilia will not just support her - he will make sure that she does not feel lonely for a second in this strange world. Perhaps he will invite her for a night walk, tell her another legend, just sit next to her until she feels better.

Lilia can be playful, cheerful and even frivolous at first glance, but when it comes to his loved ones - especially his beloved - he knows no mercy. Even if he himself does not take harsh measures, his magic and intellect will make sure that no one else dares to disturb her peace.

[justauthoring]

Necessary Clarification.

Request: Omg can we pls get a sanji comfort fic where y/n is a little insecure bc she notices sanji treats her differently than other girls, she thinks that maybe he doesn’t think she’s pretty enough thinks of her as one of the bros or something. Unbeknownst to her sanji is like madly in love with her and didn’t know to to deal or confront his feelings so when he finds out about her doubts he’s like running to her and putting those bad thoughts to rest. Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: Sanji hurt/comfort???? Sign me up!!

Word Count: 2,636

Also, this header honestly doesn't relate to the fic at all but doesn't my man look so good??????

"Here you go, Nami-swan~! Robin-chan~!"

Trying to make your anticipation less obvious, you ignore the way your body instinctively shuffles as Sanji's voice carries across the ship. As usual, there's a sway to his voice as he calls out to the only two other female members of the crew, a tray of drinks in his hand.

Nami, Robin and you were currently sat by Nami's tangerines, chatting and relaxing under the hot sun. There was still a bit of ocean to cover before you all arrived at the next island to reset the log pose, so everyone on the ship was doing their own thing. You knew Zoro was training, as he normally did around this time, while Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were entertaining themselves somewhere on the ship as usual. You couldn't see Franky or Brook, but clearly whatever they were doing was enough to keep them occupied.

Of course, Sanji's "own thing" involved dining and serving the ladies of the Thousand Sunny to his best ability.

The drink he sets down in front of Nami is a bright blue, topped with ice and a straw and looking something sweet. Robin's drink, although milder, looks just delicious. Both drinks are served to the women with a swish and a smile from Sanji, as Robin nods in thanks and Nami oblidges Sanji's wishes with a gentle; "thank you, Sanji-kun."

He admonishes them with a bright grin, and then, finally, turns to you. The lovesick look in his eyes at your two friends softens into something more tame as he meets your awaiting gaze. You try not to make your hopeful gaze so blatantly obvious but by the way Nami and Robin are both watching the interaction, you figure you aren't be so subtle.

The final drink left on the tray is set before you, with a little less florish but still as presented as nicely. Anything Sanji made always looked delicious, so, that fact isn't all that surprising.

"And here you are, Y/N."

Just like that, the hope deflates. It might seem silly (and you know it is), but the lack of an affectionate honorific like Nami or Robin's makes your heart ache. And it isnt just that--Sanji's actions with you are much more serious and done with far less exaggeration.

You've watched, time and time again, Sanji all but bend over backwards for everyone woman he's crossed paths with. It isn't just your crewmates, but strangers and enemies alike. Sanji rarely didn't have heart eyes when a woman was in his sights and even more so was he ever not declaring his love, care and affection all in one breath at them. He'll call them the sweetest names, speak to them with the softest of tones, always filled with warmth.

But with you? He never did.

When he talked to you, he didn't declare his love for you. He didn't have heart eyes. You were always just "Y/N" and nothing else. He still did anything you asked, but it wasn't in the way he did Nami, Robin or anybody else.

You shouldn't care. And you probably wouldn't, if your own heart didn't soar for Sanji. But it did, incredibly and painfully so. You'd felt that way about him since you'd first laid eyes on him, way back when Luffy had first invited you to join the crew.

And although watching him all but drop to his knees and declare his love for a woman not five seconds later, your heart had already chosen him and you'd been unsuccessful in changing its mind.

But clearly, your feelings wouldn't be returned. Sanji didn't even think you pretty enough to treat you like the rest, let alone actually return your feelings.

Keeping your eyes trained on your drink, you nod; "thank you, Sanji." Your voice is small, muffled. You don't see it, but Sanji frowns at the clear upset tone of your voice, but he doesn't express his concern, meeting Nami's eyes whose strangely glaring at him before heading back to the kitchen.

The second Sanji is out of ear shot, Nami is leaning towards you.

"Y/N--"

"You know what?" You cut off before she can even start, suddenly pushing yourself to your feet as Nami and Robin blink up at you in concern. "I'm actually not feeling well. I think the sun is a bit too much. I'm just gonna lay down, I think."

You're standing before Nami or Robin can get a word in otherwise--albeit they try. You purposefully ignore their calls of your name, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at having not even drank the drink Sanji prepared for you.

But, really, if you thought about it, he probably just made it for you because he felt bad otherwise. Not because he wanted to like he did Nami and Robin. And certainly not because he cared about you in any romantic way.

Really, you should just get over your feelings for him. It was only hurting you more in the end anyway.

-

"Nami, I really don't--"

"Just trust me, please?"

Staring back at Nami, you sigh. You could never really deny her when she looked at you like that (or really ever), so you know you've lost even before the words leave your lips.

"Fine," you huff, letting her continue to drag you back onto the Thousand Sunny despite the nerves twisting your insides. Nami hadn't really told what it was she was planning, but you figured it couldn't be anything good.

Especially after she'd all but dragged you with her the second the Thousand Sunny had docked at a new island that morning. She hadn't given you a chance to argue otherwise or for anyone to even aid you as she pulled you off with her.

She'd ended up dragging you to a clothing store. The first one she could find. When you expressed her confusion, she'd made up some lie about wanting to gift you a new outfit for all that helped you'd given her during your last battle.

When you'd reminded her that the two of you had been separated, she'd simply shushed you. And when that clothing store didn't have what she wanted, she'd dragged you to a different one and then another until she was satisfied.

You knew better than to argue with Nami, so you'd simply let her doll you up in different clothes all day.

Now, with the sun setting and adorned in new clothes that seemed far too fancy for someone who lived on a pirate ship, she was dragging you back to the Thousand Sunny without a single explanation.

Your answer, however, is given to you the second her eyes fall on Sanji.

He turns at the arrival of Nami (because you knew his excited smile wasn't for you), eyes twinkling and grinning ear to ear, only to pause sharply when his eyes fall on you.

You feel vulnerable in a way you never had, chest tightening as you watch him take you in.

"Sanji," Nami calls, grinning ear to ear and purposefully lacking the affectionate 'kun' she adds to the end of his name. "Me and Y/N went shopping today."

Eyes flickering from you, to Nami, then back to you, Sanji visibly swallows. "I can see that."

There's the briefest twitch in Nami's jaw, a sharp sigh leaving her mouth as the rest of the crew watches in curiosity. Then, with a bit sharper of a voice, she asks; "don't you think Y/N looks pretty in her new outfit?"

You breath hitches, turning to Sanji as you wait for him to respond.

Only, he never does.

His lips part as if to say something, but no words leave his lips. His eyes flicker back and forth from you, to Nami, to something past you, clearly uncomfortable.

Something aches painfully in your heart.

"Sanji," Nami calls again, this time her voice has a tinge of anger as she finally lets go of your wrist and stomps towards Sanji. "Just what--"

But you stop her before she can finish, grabbing her by the arm and desperately trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Nami, don't... don't worry about it," you cut in, voice cracking at the end. Both Nami and Sanji's eyes snap towards you, but you focus on Nami, desperately trying to keep what little of your dignity you have left. "It's okay."

"Y/N, you don't--"

"No, please, stop," you all but beg. You know Nami is just trying to help, but it's only making things worse. And Sanji weirded out. "It's clear Sanji doesn't... Sanji is uncomfortable, Nami. So just drop it."

A tear manages to slip past your defenses and the humiliation burns in you.

Nami, parted lips and stunned, stares back at you, unable to say anything. You then realize how the rest of the crew is watching, and the look on Sanji's face as he stares back at you hurts even more.

Without a single look back, you turn and run off the ship.

-

Sanji watches you run off, bewildered.

The entire crew does and silence follows as your footsteps grow further and further away until you're completely gone. And the silence follows for a second more, Sanji still trying to process whats even happened, before Zoro lets out a huff;

"You're an idiot."

Turning to the swordsman, Sanji's eyes blaze; "what did you say, moss-head?" And he moves to step towards him, but he can't even move an inch before Nami is in front of him, the front of his button-up clenched in her fist.

And her eyes burn with anger.

"Nami-swan? What--"

"You absolute idiot!" She cries, eyes blazing as she glances up at him. Sanji's lips part, baffled, as he jerks instinctively away from the rage radiating off of you. "Does your brain just not work? Or is there nothing in there?"

"N-Nami," Sanji breathes, honestly a bit hurt. "I don't--"

"Nami," Robin calls, stepping forward as she sets a hand on the younger girls shoulder. "Perhaps we should--"

"No," Nami argues, shaking her head. "I've tried to be understanding, but now this is really hurting Y/N." She spins back to Sanji, "she's crying because of you, you idiot!"

"I don't understand--"

"You like her, don't you?"

Sanji's cheeks burn instantly, spreading to the tips of his ears as his eyes widen. "I-I--!"

"There's no point denying," Nami cuts him off (again). "We all know it."

And as if Sanji couldn't be any more embarrassed, the rest of the crew adds to her point by nodding. Sanji realizes then it's hopeless, so with a sigh, his head bows.

"I do," he admits, voice quiet. "I really like her."

"Well she thinks you hate her."

Sanji's eyes instantly widen, heart falling to the pit of his stomach.

"Why would--"

"Sanji," Robin calls, distinctively more gentle. "You treat her so different. You don't fall to your knees for her like you do us. Nor do you declare your love for her every other second. If I weren't aware of your feelings for her, I'd think you hate her too."

There's a million of thoughts that run through Sanji's mind then. Racing through them, too fast for him to properly understand. All that's made abundantly clear to him is that he's hurt you.

He's hurt you so bad.

And he has to fix it.

Nami, seeing the look on Sanji's face, finally steps back, letting go of him with a huff.

"Sanji!"

Jumping at the sound of his captains voice, Sanji slowly looks back up at him.

"Go find Y/N!" Luffy smiles at him, extending his hand towards him with a thumbs up. "We'll be waiting for you when you guys are ready!"

-

You know you should be heading back to the ship.

The sun had completely set and the crew couldn't afford to waste time on an island where you'd all already gotten what you needed. It was dark, you were alone and the outfit Nami had bought for you and made you wear was no longer warm enough in the cool night air.

But you were embarrassed. Humiliated even.

How were you supposed to go back and face everyone? Let alone Sanji himself? How could you ever look him in the eyes again after you had made your feelings so abundantely clear and he had made his so as well?

The way he'd just stood there? Staring at you? When you know had it been any other woman he'd have screamed of their beauty to the skies.

Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter, tell yourself you'd head back when you'd cried all the tears you had in you out. Only then would you face that embarrassment--when it was physically impossible for you to cry anymore.

A wave of wind brushes back, pulling a shiver up your spine as you curl into yourself. You're thinking you might have to cry these tears faster or find a shop that's open later, when a jacket falls around your shoulders.

It surprises you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you spin to see who'd snuck up on you.

The last person you're expecting is Sanji.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, you jump back from you, pushing yourself to your feet as you desperately wipe at your cheeks.

"S-Sanji, I..." But your voice trails becaues you don't know what to say. His arrival here stuns you so stupid and in addition to the tears, you feel like nothing could possibly make this night worse.

"Y/N, I--"

"You don't have to say anything," you cut in, words rushing without thought. "Nami shouldn't have put you in that position and I shouldn't have run off. Luffy probably made you find me, right? I'm sorry. He--... Please, just, I'm fine so--"

"Y/N," Sanji interrupts you, "I don't hate you."

Jerking, your lips are left parted as you blink up at Sanji.

He takes your silence as an invitation to keep going. Hands held in front of him, he steps towards you. "I don't hate you and I don't treat you differently because I think you're... not worth it or anything like that."

Hands falling to your sides, you inhale sharply.

"I... I've hurt you," Sanji whispers, head bowed. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry. The truth was that I didn't treat you the same as other women because... well... the way I feel for you goes beyond how I feel for them."

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. "I don't understand..."

"I like you--no, Y/N. I think I'm in love with you."

Blinking, your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, shocked.

"And I didn't know how to handle those feelings. I've never... felt so strongly about a woman as I have you, Y/N. So I acted indifferent and... well, I hurt you." He lets out a heavy breath, eyes imploring and face sincere. "And for that I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you step towards Sanji, pulling his jacket closer around yourself. "No, Sanji, you don't have to apologize."

"But I do," he argues, "for ever making you feel any less beautiful than you are. Or for making you think I... hated you."

In a surge of surprise, emotion and want, you reach for Sanji, taking his hands in yours as you shake your head again. He steps closer to you, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. "Come back to the ship with me, love. And I can show you how much I truly love you."

Heart soaring at the pet name, you lean into Sanji's touch, nodding.

"I want nothing more."

Smiling gently, Sanji caresses the skin of your cheek. "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you look absolutely beautiful."

[six-tooth]

anyway feeling very normal about this scene

the fact that after a long, unpleasant day of absolutely nothing going his way and constantly being reminded of how much everyone else dislikes him, he's too tired to keep his act up and seeks out a genuine conversation with the one person whom he hasn't interacted with through the entire adventure

Pomni about to answer sincerely before realizing it's Jax and changing her approach, either out of caution or uncertainty by him being so... casual

she braces for one of his usual remarks/jokes but is surprised when he answers with neither, simply letting her know how he's doing as well

finally, when he's called over for another task, he's still visibly annoyed but follows through without much protest and waves goodbye to Pomni, who is undoubtedly confused by what she just saw.

there have been a couple of instances where the series shows us that Jax is being affected by the circus more than he lets on, and they were really focused on during this episode.

this got me thinking about what Goose really meant by him "getting worse"; most people (myself included) interpreted it as his actions gradually escalating to a point where it could result in conflict with the rest of the cast, but after this scene and near the end where he leaves and gets in his car, it could be understood as his repressed emotions finally catching up to him and turning his mental well-being for the worst. It could also be a mix of the two

now this is the part where I put my delusional cap on, but there has been a significant build up to Jax and Pomni's relationship through the whole series, the most notorious one being:

his hand missing from Pomni's moment of realization that the other people she's been trapped with are trustworthy and care for her. You obviously can't blame her for coming to this conclusion, but I think that's exactly what made this small interaction a lot more important

Jax has been pushing others away and masking his emotions for who knows how long, and one of the primary focus and messages of TADC is connections with others and how important they are, so for them to show us Pomni seeing Jax have a brief moment of vulnerability, I do believe it's reasonable to think that they will eventually develop a relationship with some amount of significance, maybe even something close to a friendship

but yeah, feeling very normal

[suiana]

yandere! actor who can't BELIEVE his balls that he actually likes YOU. YOU of all people. his stupid damned co-actor.

"GET OUT OF MY FACE"

"wtf bro"

he's never wanted to work with you. EVER. it's not like he's secretly actually a big fan of yours and had been begging his manager to land him a role in a hallmark new year shitty ROMANCE movie with you! this... this casting opportunity was only because he's a super big megastar actor and you are one as well! that's all! not because he wanted it! stupid.

"you SUCK 🤬🤬🤬"

"i will actually strangle you. can you not act like a kid for ONE second."

he acts like a damn kid both on AND off the set. calling you names, trying to bully you... the list goes on. if you weren't more mature you'd... probably have smacked him or something by now. maybe even reply to his actions with an insult of your own.

you really don't understand what you did to be treated like this. you've only acted polite and kind to him all this while, so why's he acting like you committed murder on his favorite person?

that's until you saw the redness to his cheeks. so you put two and two together... and??? there's no way. it's not like he likes you or anything, right?

"do you like me or something?"

"w-what? *blushes* of course not!!!! stinky!!! *fucking explodes*"

oh. so guess that explains why he acts all weird and angsty everytime you need to interact with someone else other than HIM. makes sense that he'd act like a damn guard dog, all dark faced and ready to BITE people if they come even a step closer. right. that and also the fact that he's literally just the textbook tsundere ramped to the max with a touch of possessiveness.

"you silly baka😝 happy new year!"

"happy new year to you too or something... i guess..."