#and I'm just so afraid that I'll mess stuff up

[klara-rosa]

On wednesday I had my first therapy session in 3 weeks and it was such an emotional one that I really struggled to hold back tears (and I know it's normal to cry in therapy but in all my years of going I have only cried twice in therapy and one of those times was my LAST session with my previous therapist when I felt like the world's gonna end because AGAIN I lost someone important to me)

Anyway so I tried to be as honest and open as possible and it was so nice to just have someone acknowledge that you feel like shit, like my therapist said she thought about everything going on recently and she saw that I'm really struggling and that my level of mental/emotional pain is high

We talked about all kinds of things and she also said that she would like me to see a psychologist to have a diagnostic evaluation to see what's really going on diagnose wise because she thinks I might have PTSD and when I told her that I already did such an evaluation once fore BPD she became all ears and told me she thinks I might have BPD and she gave me a book to read up on it

So all of a sudden I might have 2 more mental illnesses 👍 but I'm actually pretty chill about it...like, okay. Just please help me get answers. Tell me what to do to become better. PLEASEEEE

[bluzebub19]

I have a request for how the Arcane characters (Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Heimerdinger, Ekko) look so that the reader can access their cuteness. Maybe they are doing or saying something to the reader and the reader suddenly starts hugging and petting them, calling them cute. How would they react to this?

Note: So... I'm the only one who thinks Heimerdinger is really cute. Why aren't there fanfics with him? Mysteries of life..

Arcane characters being called cute by their s/o while they're working

Writer's note: Thanks for requesting! It took longer than I expected because I kept deleting some of the dialogue from how cheesy and cringe it sounded lmao. Heimerdinger is not on my list of characters I write for, but I figured I'll write him this one time. I hope you don't mind that I also added Mylo, cuz why not?

Request/s: Open!

Warning/s: Get a dentist. This is some tooth-rotting fluff. Not proofread and english isn't my native language.

Character/s: Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Mylo

● Viktor tends to get lost in his work, mumbling equations or sketching out blueprints for his projects. You find this incredibly endearing, but not when he gets so absorbed that he forgets to eat or sleep.

● If you suddenly hug him or call him cute, he’ll freeze in shock at first. He blinks up at you as if you just said something in a language he doesn’t understand. Then, his cheeks will flush a light pink, and he’ll chuckles softly. “Cute is... not a term I hear often. But thank you."

● Over time, he grows more comfortable and secretly enjoys the affection. He may even lean into it, but he’ll never outright admit it. Instead, he might deflect with a shy smile and, “You should focus on more important matters."

● Yeah no, that's a sign for you to keep doing it.

● Jayce is the golden boy—confident, charming, and ridiculously handsome. He likes to appear professional and put-together, but you know him well enough to see through that exterior to the dorky, hardworking man beneath.

● When you hug him out of nowhere while he cooks and call him cute, he blinks for a second but chuckles as he turns to look at you. “Cute? Babe, I’m going for ruggedly handsome and sweet here. But I'll take it."

● Still, he's flattered and loves the affection you give him. And unlike Viktor, he's not afraid or shy to show you he wants more of it. He might pull you closer and say, "You're one to talk." He's a romantic and albeit cheesy guy.

● Now, you probably might be thinking about why and how is he cooking, but that's for another headcanon! (I just realized how I'm not even sure whose side am I on. Can he cook?? Cuz I feel like he can. But I also see him burning food-)

● Jinx, as we all know, is pure chaos, always working on something explosive or messing around. She has a habit of humming and singing off-key to herself while she works, which makes you think she’s oddly cute in her own... quirky way. To be honest, it’s hard not to find her enthusiasm contagious, even if it’s a little dangerous.

● One day, you catch her doing exactly that while painting her trademark designs on one of her grenades. The sight just makes you smile as you walk up and wrap your arms around her, telling her, “You’re so cute when you’re focused like this,” or something of the sort.

● She’ll throw her hands up and turn to look at you, trying to play off your compliment as a joke. “Woah, you might be crazier than me!" She grins and laughs softly, before making her voice sound more gruff, "Ya buttering up the author nightmares with your mooshy stuff!”

● But after her initial over-the-top reaction, she’ll soften. “Fine, soak it all in.” She shrugs and continues working. But deep down, she really loves the affection and she's getting more and more attached to you. You're giving her the kind of love that she thinks she never deserved in her life, so she really appreciates these little things you do. She might even snuggle up to you later, claiming it’s to “soak in all this ‘cute’ energy.”

● Oh, by the way, she'll make this happen a lot more often. By how, you ask? Well, by doing the same thing to you, of course! It becomes a little challenge betweem the two of you who calls the other one cute first and catching them off guard with it.

● Vi is all tough love and sass, but there’s a soft side she shows only to the people she really cares about. You notice this when she’s being protective or just in those peaceful moments when you're both alone together.

● If you call her cute, she’ll raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Cute? Babe, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

● Later, she’ll definitely tease you about it, saying something like, “So, how’s it feel dating the cutest person in Zaun?” or "Am I still cute?" with a playful grin. She'll be teasing you and making you smile with that while she's half naked and flexing her biceps (she knows you love them), or when she just got done with a fight and is still holding her gauntlets.

● She loves it, don't let that teasing fool you.

● Heimerdinger is an adorable bundle of wisdom and fluff. You often catch him rambling about science with such enthusiasm that you can’t help but smile. Look at him! He's just adorable!

● One day, as he’s showing you a tiny contraption he just finished, you can’t help but reach out and pet his fluffy head, saying, “You’re the most cutest genius ever.”

● Heimerdinger chuckles, his mustache twitching with amusement. “Ah, well, I suppose I do have a certain charm about me, don’t I?”

● He pretends to be unaffected, but you notice the way his tail swishes slightly when you hug him. “I must say, your affection is quite... energizing! Perhaps I should study its effects further.”

● From then on, he might start subtly seeking out your affection—like casually leaning into your hand when you pet him or “accidentally” bumping into you while working.

● Ekko is talking to you about his plans for the Firelights while sketching upgrades for their hoverboards.

● You were quietly admiring him, the way his eyes light up and the focused furrow of his brows, when you suddenly blurt out, “You’re so cute when you’re focused.”

● He freezes for a second, then looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Cute? Me?” He grins, a soft laugh escaping. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself there?”

● He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile gives him away.

● “You’re not getting away with saying that,” he teases, leaning in to nudge you lightly with his shoulder. He goes back to doing his work before playfully adding, “But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just start believing it.”

● It's these little things that matters. These moments, even if simple, it gives him hope and motivation to make the world a better place. The way his eyes soften when you look at him in that moment, and how he lets his guard down just enough to show you he cares — it’s clear that, while he teases, he loves the attention, and he loves you even more for it.

● Dude's got lines fr fr

● Mylo has always been the type of guy who had a sarcastic, sassy remark ready. We all know that from how he treated Powder.

● When you suddenly hug him and call him cute, he freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. “Cute? Me?” He scoffs, trying to play it cool, but it's very obvious he's a bit flustered by it. “Out of all the compliments you could’ve picked, you went with cute? I’m more like... cool, and handsome.” He throws a dramatic, exaggerated pose, trying to hide his nervousness.

● Despite his teasing, there's a small, pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tries to act nonchalant, but the way he keeps glancing at you shows how much he’s secretly enjoying it.

● “Seriously, though. I’m cool, alright?” he continues, trying to regain his confidence. “I don’t do cute. But, uh... thanks. I guess.” He says softly as he shrugs, clearing his throat.

● Later on, when no one’s watching, you might catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small smile on his face, clearly still flattered.

Can you guys guess which is my favorite based on how long their headcanons are

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Soooo random but

I think that choso would be a total Baby when he’s sick. Especially since he’s only been human for a little bit. He hasn’t even expirenced a cold before. He’d probably get super clingy and whiny and need to be taken care of.

Crybaby Choso

Tags: Choso x gn!Reader, sick!choso, needy!choso, sfw, fluffy drabble

An: You're so right, anon. I totally see Choso just being a whiny little crybaby when he's sick, but he's cute so he gets away with it.

"Baby." A deep raspy voice pulls you from your slumber, but you're not mad. You'd know that voice from anywhere.

"Yes baby?" You ask groggily, not even opening your eyes yet.

"Something's wrong..." Choso responds, giving you another nudge so you'll finally open your eyes.

"Hm? What's wrong?" You murmur, using your hands to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's pitch black in your room, and a quick glance at your phone reveals that it's 2 in the morning.

"I don't feel right. I think I'm dying." Your sweet boyfriend's voice sounds so panicked. You also remember the one time he thought he was going to die because he stubbed his toe on the couch one morning.

Your boyfriend is incredibly strong and a skilled fighter. He knows just how to be rough around the edges, and he's not afraid to get dirty. It's the little things about being human that turn him into such a whiny mess.

You don't mind though. It warms your heart that he feels safe enough around you to drop the tough curse persona. He lets you get a front row seat of his vulnerabilities.

"What doesn't feel right, baby?" You ask in a soft tone. Your hands find his naked body underneath the blankets. He never liked sleeping with clothes on. His body felt warm and feverish under your touch.

"My stomach feels uneasy, and my head is pounding. I also can't breathe through my nose." Ah, classic symptoms of the man-flu. Choso is likely sick, but he's new to being human... and he's a man, which makes him a total crybaby when he's sick.

"Oh, you poor thing. C'mere." You murmur to him, and he immediately scoots over to you, lying his heavy, sweaty body on you. "Not that close, Choso-" You grunt from lying underneath his weight.

"I need you, baby. What if these are our final moments?" He whines, causing you to let out a small giggle from his overdramatic personality.

"You're not going to die." You assure him with another small laugh before grabbing his jaw and directed his forehead to your lips. You feel the heat from his head tingle your skin. He is running a fever.

His breath is coming out in small pants. You hum softly as you rise from the bed. "Where are you going, baby?" Choso whines like a lost puppy as he immediately tries to follow you.

You place a firm hand on his shoulder, preventing him from getting up from the bed. "I'm not going anywhere. Relax, honey. You're running a fever, so I'm going to go get you some medicine." You try to reassure him, but he gives you those puppy-dog eyes and that cute little pout. You know he's just a needy mess right now. "Be right back, promise." You press a quick kiss to his temple before venturing off to the bathroom to look in the medicine cabinet.

With you assortment of brews and potions (warm tea, medicine, and a small bowl of chicken noodle soup), you come back into the bedroom to find Choso helplessly holding your pillow, cuddling it closely to his chest with tears brimming his eyes.

"You must be really feeling bad, honey. Look. I got you some stuff to help you feel better." You mumble softly to him as you crawl into the bed next to him.

"You took forever. I don't think I can live without you when I'm like this, baby. You have to call off work tomorrow." How can you say no to such a pitiful expression? His face is pale with the exception of his poor little nose, which is rosy tint from sniffling.

"Okay, baby. I'll stay home." You respond with a small laugh before he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

"Can we cuddle and watch that show you really like, please?" He asks as his nose nudges at your neck, indulging his desire for your scent. He genuinely can't fathom going without you right now.

"Of course, baby. Whatever you want." You respond as you hand him the medicine and cup of tea. He, of course, makes a disgusted face as he tries to swallow the pills. Poor thing.

The rest of the week is dedicated to nursing poor Choso back to health through the power of kisses, cuddles, head petting, and Love is Blind. By the end of the week, he's back to his slightly-less-needy self..... aaaand you start to feel like shit! He ever so graciously passed his germs on to you.

[midniteamethyst]

I Will Follow You

Leon S. Kennedy x f!Reader🔞

Masterlist✨️

Word Count: 5.5K

Summary: After attacking your best friend and finding out you're infected, you run away to keep Leon and Ashley safe. Leon finds you distraught and terrified over losing him only for you to find out he's also infected. When emotions get high and reality gets the better of you two, both of you decide to tell each other how you feel about each other.

Warnings: 🔞 slight gore and fighting (its Resident Evil Fam), smut, best friends to lovers, mentions of death, mutual virginity loss, emotional sex, semi-rough sex, oral sex (m&f), mouthfucking, p in v, fingering, mentions of breeding kink, creampie.

You walk down the concrete hallway as footsteps echo through the halls, you following behind Leon. The smell of dirt hits your nostrils every time you breathe in. Your gun is in one hand and flashlight in the other, keeping your guard up and eyes on your best friend in front of you. Ashley walks in between the two of you, jumping at the slightest of sounds. All of a sudden, your head starts pounding slightly. You stop and groan, making Leon stop to look back at you.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks worried.

"My head is just a little sore. I'm probably not drinking enough water. I'll be alright." You say waving him off.

"Okay... make sure you're drinking." Leon says looking at you concerned. You give a thumbs up and Leon continues walking, still concerned. Leon looks back at you every few minutes to make sure you're okay. Rescuing the president's daughter might be the job you're here for, but if anything were to happen to you; he wouldn't know what to do with his life. The three of you continue walking for a few more minutes. Then your vision begins to blur, your head pounding like a sledgehammer is being smashed against it. You drop your stuff to the ground and Leon looks back at you and rushes over.

"Y/N!" Leon shouts catching you before you can hit the ground. He looks over towards Ashley.

"Ashley, grab the water canister in her bag. She's dehy-".

"Maybe you should start worrying about yourself instead of her". You say interrupting him, but your voice is much more sinister than before. You move and grab the knife out from your boot, quickly back on your feet. You stab the knife towards Leon's head, but before it makes contact, he reaches his hand in front. Leon yells at the feeling of your knife going past his glove and into his hand. Ashley screams at the scene in front of her while Leon grabs your wrists and puts them behind your back with his other hand. He pushes you back, your knife falling to the ground beside you and the gate closes. He walks over and puts his hand on the gate. He watches as you struggle, his chest hurting from the sight. You cry in pain as you regain composure over your body. You look at Leon, terrified over what just happened.

"I'm so sorry Leon... Keep Ashley safe and stay away from me." You say, your voice slightly shaking.

"I'll find you okay? Everything is going to be ok-".

"JUST STAY. AWAY." You yell sternly before grabbing your knife and running away. Leon tries to call after for you but you're already gone. His grip on the gate tightens. Ashley walks over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder causing him to jump startled.

"C'mon. I need to get you somewhere safe before I go find her. I can't risk something happening to you either." He says softly. While picking up your stuff

"She'll be okay, Leon. She's strong and smart." Ashley says. To Ashley, it was beyond obvious that you and Leon had a thing for each other. Well, more than a thing. Leon nods quietly while staring at nothing. You were both of those things.

Leon zones out, remembering how when you two were kids you weren't afraid to push a boy who was messing with you down the stairs. When the teacher asked what happened, you said he was running towards you to tackle you and you stepped out of the way and he couldn't stop before he fell down the steps. Naturally, Leon defended you and the boy had to stay inside for recess. Leon's lips slightly go into a smile remembering all the times you were smart enough to get you two out of trouble. Leon sighs before looking at Ashley.

Ashley nods in agreement, following after Leon.

"Leon, don't!" Your voice shaking.

*******************************************************You run and close the door of the room behind you. After catching your breath, you look around and see the walls are wooden and have paintings hung on them. The windows have black metal on the outside and dark red curtains, giving it a gothic style. There's a dark teal couch in the center of the room. You take a deep breath and sit down on it. You look down at the faint grey veins on your arms. The adrenaline now leaving your body, as your tears fall from your eyes.

You saw yourself. You saw yourself attacking Leon with your knife. You felt yourself reach for your knife but you couldn't stop. If his reflexes weren't nearly as strong as they were, he'd be dead. By your hands. You cry into your legs at the thought of not only Leon dying, but you killing him. You couldn't lose him. Anxiety took over your rational thoughts. What if you couldn't get the vaccine? What else would the solution be? If it wasn't him getting killed by you, it was you having him put a bullet into your skull.

Your chest ached at the feeling of not having Leon. He was the one who helped you keep it together. He was the oxygen that kept you alive. He was proof that not all men were assholes. It was the reason why you never dated. Leon was the one you always wanted, but you didn't want to ruin what you two had. But right now, you wish he was here so you could tell him everything. Tell him how much you love him. Tell him that if he died, you would be dying with him. You jumped when you heard the door open, seeing Leon rush in front of you.

"Its okay. You're okay. You're safe." He says.

"Yeah, but you're not. I'm infect-" . Your words are cut short as you notice the same grey veins on Leon's forearm.

"You too?" You say quietly, your voice dripping in sadness.

"Its okay to be afraid you know." He says, his voice smoothe and calm like it always is.

"Mhm.." Leon slowly nods his head.

He slowly walks over, placing both yours and his gear on the floor before sitting beside you on the couch.

"I'm terrified..." you whisper voice shaking with your face in your hands.

"You can fight this." He says gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"What if I can't-"

"You can. You're strong. Smart. And we will beat this." He says looking into your eyes. "Together. Like we always have."

You sniffle and shake your head, tears threatening to spill again.

"What if we can't Leon?"

"We wil-"

"BUT WHAT IF LEON. What if we don't find the cure? What if this is just the label for our expiration dates?! " You say crying again. Leon looks down at you before pulling you to his chest.

"I can't lose you..." you say quietly.

He stops for a moment and thinks. There are so many things he wants to do with his life. All of them dealing with you. What if it does get taken away from him before he even has a chance at starting any of them?

"Please tell me it's real. That what you're saying is real and I'm not passed out right now and in some sick dream." Your e/c orbs lock onto his bright blue ones as tears fall. The spark and fire that was normally in them, was gone.

Leon cups your tear-soaked face in both his strong hands. "If this is the end of it, my biggest mistake wouldn't be failing this job." He says as he wipes the tears on your cheek.

"It would be not telling you how I really feel about you. It would be not taking you out on dates. It would be not getting the chance to ask you to marry me, and it would be not being able to have a family with you like I've wanted for years." He says resting his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes, pressing your forehead harder into his. A lone tear falls onto your jeans.

"I love you. So fucking much. I'd go through Hell to be with you.." Leon says, his voice slightly cracking. You smile at him, your chest feeling both heavy and light as more tears shed.

"Does this feel real?" Leon whispers before softly pressing his lips to yours while gently cupping your jaw. His lips are soft against your mouth, moving slowly while you feel the breath from his nose lightly hitting your cheek. Your heart swells at the feeling of him kissing you. Leon worries for a second he overstep a boundary and thinks about pulling away. But the feeling of your relaxing against him and wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer stops him the moment he thinks of it. Leon breaks the kiss reluctantly to get more oxygen. He looks into your eyes and runs his fingers through the hair that has fallen from your ponytail.

He sets his fingers gently on one the side of your face. You lean into his touch, letting out a relaxed sigh at the feeling of the soft strokes he's giving your cheek.

"I love you too, Leon. I always have ." You say laying your head on his shoulder.

"I need you, Leon." You whisper against his lips.

"Wherever you go, I go.  I promise you, I'll never leave." Leon says before kissing you again.

This kiss was more passionate. Like all the hidden feelings you had for each other finally burst out. You gasp as Leon gently lays you on the couch, his legs straddling you under him. He slips his tongue into your mouth, making you softly moan, an ache hitting you between your legs. His mouth tasted like heaven with the flavor of mint gum he always chewed on. You pulled away from him, placing your hand on his cheek.

"You sure?" He says, holding your hand.

"I've never been more sure in my life. I've been wanting this for years. It's always been you." You say pecking his lips.

Leon sighs in relief.

"You have no fucking idea how long I've waited just to hear those words from you." He says kissing your lips again before kissing down your neck.

His hot tongue traces the slope of your neck while his large and warm hands lift under your shirt.

"Leon..." you say his name breathy, running your fingers gently through his soft blonde locks.

You arch your back, loving the feeling of his hands finally on you. You open your eyes, your hands falling from his hair. Leon feels your body freeze for a second.

"Baby, whats wrong? You want me to stop?" He asks looking down at you, his voice full of concern.

"Fuck no. But... I'm ... I mean I've neve-"

Your chest feels like it's going to explode from the nickname he called you. You let out an airy chuckle.

"I know." He says softly while looking into your eyes while softly stroking your brow. "I haven't either."

Your jaw drops in pure shock making him chuckle.

"What? Have you SEEN you?" You say, making Leon laugh quietly.

"Yeah. Have YOU seen YOU?" He responses while poking your nose, emphasizing everytime he says "you" making you smile.

"When I said I waited, I meant it. It felt like I would be betraying you if I was with anyone else. You've had me in this like... spell since we were kids." Leon says. "As bad as it sounds, I can't even count the amount of showers I've had to take since I was a teenager because of you. You're all I need." He says stroking your cheekbone.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous..." he breathes out.

You smile before bringing him close to you. "Believe me. You're not the only one who had this fantasy more times than you can count" you say pulling him in for a kiss again.

Leon groans into the kiss, continuing where he left off by pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. His broad form towers over you while his ocean orbs skim over your figure, taking in every inch and detail of your body. The freckles on your chest, every dip, and curve of your body. Wanting to kiss every scar on you that came from the hands of past enemies.

You place your hand on the hem of his shirt.

"So are you." You say looking up at him. The feeling of your soft hand pushing up on his stomach making it contract.

"Better?" He asks sweetly. Deep inside his ego was inflating over how he caught you staring at him. You nod your head, watching how he quietly inhales as your hands caress mid-torso.

"Off. Please." You say, gripping his shirt.

He smiles down at you and takes his holster off, the sound of it and his gun hitting the floor with a "thud". Leon grips the hem of his shirt and lifts it off of him. You can't help but stare at the hard muscles on his abs and pecs. The way you can slightly see the small bit of sweat glistening on his skin in the room's mood lighting. His biceps flex with every move his arms make. All the hard work of training he's done and working out has shown off. You'd been to the beach and pool many times before with Leon. But this was different. You could touch him. Feel his skin against yours. You could trace your fingers down his hard chest to his chiseled abs. Most importantly, he was all yours. Leon tosses his shirt before hovering above you. You feel his fingerless gloved thumb softly graze your bottom lip, causing you to look up.

"Can I taste you?" He asks softly, rubbing his thumb against your hip affectionately. You look down at him and cup his face.

"So much better." You whisper so quietly that Leon can barely hear you. You pulled Leon close to your face and kissed him deeply. He pulls you closer, his one hand tangled in your hair which is now completely undone from the ponytail it was in earlier. His other hand reaches behind your back.

Leon kisses down your neck and after a couple of tries, he quickly unhooks your bra with his one hand. You roll the straps off your shoulders and Leon tosses it before gently placing both hands on your breast, squeezing them softly. You moan at the feeling of his large warm hands and the cool feeling of his gloves against your hard nipples. He lightly tugs on your hard nubs, making you moan as Leon's hot tongue glides against your neck. He slowly and sensually makes his way down to your stomach, stopping to kiss your body every second. Leon looks up at you and places his hands on your hips, holding onto the waistband of your jeans. The sight in front of him makes him stiff in his cargo pants. How half-lidded your eyes are and how messy your hair looked. He's hardly done anything to you and you were already putty in his hands. He licks his lips staring down at your jeans before looking into your eyes.

"Yes please." You say lost in the feeling having him with you. Leon smiles and pulls your jeans down. He looks between your thighs and notices the damp spot on your boyshorts making his length twitch.

"Fuck, Baby." he exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Leon undoes his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor before he slips off his cargo pants. You see the faint line in his black boxer briefs of him. He's fully hard and the site makes you even more wet. Leon leans down at the end of the couch and wraps his arms around your hips before he pulls your clothed core close to his face. He gently strokes your wetness, looking into your eyes.

" You like that Princess?" He says against your folds. The heat of his breath only added to the pleasure

"Leon... please." You say, needing him to stop teasing you. He smiles up at you.

Gently, he lifts your hips and slides your underwear off, tossing it into the pile of discarded clothing. Leon helps you spread your legs, his fingers dragging down your thighs so softly, that it makes you squirm. He kisses your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to where you need him. You breathe a giant sigh of relief at the feeling of his tongue slowly licking up from your entrance, past your folds, and over your clit.

Leon gently sucks on your sensitive bud of nerves, loving the taste of you. You moan at the feeling of his tongue moving up and over your folds and clit. The feeling of pure lava setting into your stomach. His mouth working on you so well, it's like he already knew what you liked.

"Don't stop, Leon. Don't stop." You say breathless.

Your fingers lace into his golden locks as your legs try to close around him. Leon lays his elbow across your right thigh, pinning it down. Your left thigh is brought up over his should spreading you out more as his tongue switches from sucking to fucking you. Your back arches off the couch as you buck your hips against Leon's face, making him groan. He slides his middle finger inside of you, making you gasp at the feeling of his finger fucking you and his mouth on your sensitive clit.

Your body buzzes with pleasure as Leon adds another finger before he repeatedly brushes your g-spot. The pressure in your stomach was about to burst at how good he was making you feel.

"Le... Leon. I can't... I'm gonna-". Before you can finish your sentence, you cry out as your orgasm overtakes your body.

Gripping the back of the couch instead of holding onto Leon. Your body is hot and all you see is stars as you chant Leon's name. The soothing feeling of a hand stroking your thigh makes you open your eyes. Leon's eyes stare into yours, filled with love, pride, and slight concern.

"You okay?" He asks, leaning over top of you, rubbing his nose against yours.

Your breathing slows down as you nod your head. You press your forehead to his.

"You don't have to-"

"I'm very much okay." You say before kissing his lips. "I want to taste you too." You say.

Your eyes are staring so intently at him that Leon feels your bright e/c orbs staring at his soul. How you managed to say something so hot and still look so cute was beyond him.

"Take it slow baby. No rush." He says stroking your cheek softly as a way of encouragement.

"I know I don't. But I want to." You say sitting up.

Leon shifts his position so he lays on the couch, you straddling him. You kiss his lips one more time, delivering feather-like kisses on his neck, down his chest, and his stomach right above the band of his boxers. You hear Leon sigh at the feeling of your soft lips on his body, his cock twitching in his boxers. He feels your hands grip the waistband and he lifts his hips to help you take off his boxers. Your eyes widened when Leon's length is out, laying on his stomach.

It's the perfect length. Long but not enough to hurt you.  A slight curve that you know will hit your G-spot perfectly. His girth is thick enough to make you feel full just looking at it. Your mouth drools at the thought of what he tastes like. Leon notices you haven't moved. Sitting up enough, he lays his head against the arm of the couch before reaching down to cup your cheek, making you look up.

You keep your eyes on him as you gently grab his shaft, your tongue licking from the base slowly up to the tip before gently sucking it.

"Fuck..." Leon says while exhaling.

His body shivers as he watches you slowly bob your head up and down while stroking what you can't fit in your mouth. He feels you moan around him, loving the salty and sweet combination taste of his precum and skin. You release him from your mouth, taking your hand and rubbing his tip softly while kissing his length. Leon leans his head back as he groans.

The sounds he makes only turning you on more. You want to fit him into your mouth as much as you can if you can't take all of him. You slowly ease him into your mouth, making sure to pace yourself. Leon looks at you and sees what you're doing. He gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

"God, you're so perfect." He groans

He tries to refrain the need of thrusting his hips but slightly moves his hips into your mouth. You moan around him, a sign to keep going. Leon pushes his hips into your mouth again, quicker while slowly bobbing your head by your ponytail. The only sound coming from you is the sound of you sucking him off and his length moving him and out of your mouth, his picks up his speed; you allowing him to move you how he needed. Leon's breathing picks up while you moan around his cock, slightly gagging a bit but it only turns you both on more. The feeling of how heavy and warm he is while he thrusts in and out of your mouth, feels just as good as when he went down on you.

Leon stops his hips and your head, watching as you look into his eyes while you pull him out of your mouth slowly before kissing his tip one more time.

"C'mere," Leon says roughly while breathing heavily.

Crawling up to his face, Leon pulls you on top of him to straddle him with your knees by his hips. You feel the hardness of him right against your slickness. He kisses you gently before asking

"You ready?".

You grabbed ahold of his hand that you stabbed earlier and gently kissed where the wound was.

"I've always been ready."You say leaning your head against his.

Leon smiles while moving a strand of hair out of your face. You lift your hips off of Leon while he uses his hand to place himself at your entrance. The both of you sighing at the feeling of each other. You hiss at the feeling of him stretching you out and grabbing Leon's good hand to squeeze it while he slowly pushes himself into you while you sit up.

Leon watches you as you ride him. His eyes loving how your face is scrunched in the pleasure that he was giving you. The way your breasts bounced every time his hips met yours.  He could enjoy the look of your face while he fucked for the rest of time. You feel Leon's large hands grab your breasts. He lightly squeezes them before licking your sensitive nipple. Your bodies moving in sync like you'd done this thousands of times.

"Take it slow, don't hurt yourself." Leon says while stroking your hand.

You slowly start to bounce yourself on his length, your hands on his chest to keep you steady while his hands gently grip your hips to help you move. You soon pick your pace, rolling your hips into Leon's as your clit rubs against his pelvis. His tip reaches deep inside you and you're in pure ecstasy. Leon's hips start thrusting up into you, making you moan loudly as he hits the sensitive part of your core. Your walls tighten around him making him groan.

"That's my girl." He says breathing heavy.

"Shit..." you say and your breath shakes while your fingers go back to his hair. "It feels so fucking good, Leon." You say.

Leon lets go of your breast and looks up at you.

Your heart clenches at hearing him say "my girl". You've waited years for Leon to call you his. Years for him to tell you he was in love with you. For him to tell you he wanted to marry you and have your own family. Tears form in your eyes, the thought of losing him coming back. Leon reaches and cups your tear-stained face. He stops his movements, but rubs your inner thigh causing you to shake.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks softly. One of your tears landed on his perfect face. You wipe it away.

"Losing you again. Not having the life we both want." You whisper while stroking his cheek.

He pulls you close and has you lay flat on top of him.

"I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm getting that vaccine and curing us both." Leon says seriously.

You gasp as he pulls you to him and kisses you passionately. He starts slowly moving his hips up into you, seeing if you're okay with continuing. When he feels you kiss him back just as hard, his hips start picking up and he places his hands on your ass to help bring you back down his shaft. He pulls away, his lips ghosting over yours while he looks deep into your eyes.

"I'm going to give you the life we've always wanted. The one we deserve." His voice filled with determination and lust.

The new angle has him hitting your g-spot perfectly. He moans at the feeling of you getting tighter around him.

"D-don't stop L-leon. It f-feels so fucking g-good." You beg him.

The feeling of Leon being so deep inside your overstimulated heat causes you to go lay your head on his neck. Your cries of pleasure being muffled by the slope where his neck meets his shoulder. Leon cradles the top of your head with one hand while sneaking his other between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit. Your release a desperate whine from how good it feels having Leon slam his hips into yours while rubbing your clit faster. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard and he feels himself getting closer because of it. Your body begins to feel like it's buzzing again. But it's so much hotter this time. Your nails digging into Leon's sides causing him to moan.

"Baby, I can't. I could get you pre-"

"I'm so close Leon." You say as your body begins to shake, the ache inside too intense. "Please come inside me." You say desperately.

Leon brings your face to his. Blue eyes stare back at you. Fuck he wanted to so bad. The thought of you being filled to the brim with him makes him twitch inside you.

"Come from for me, Baby."he says as his lips brush against yours. "I love you."

"I don't care. I want everything you can give me. I want you Leon. In every way. Please" you moaned.

Fuck it. It was a risk Leon was willing to take. Seeing you pregnant and how cute you would look with your belly. The thought of you being the mother of his kids. It drove him with so much pride and lust. He removes his hand from your clit and grips your hand tight. Your body feels numb and like it's full of electricity as your clit rubs against Leon's pelvis each time he thrusts him into you. Your walls flutter around him making him moan. He grips your hand tighter, laying it on his chest above his heart.

"I mean it you know." Leon says softly breaking the silence after a few minutes. You lift your head to look up at him.

"I love you too." You cry out.

One final thrust has you coming undone. The knot inside you explodes as you cum all over Leon's length. The feeling of your walls squeezing him makes Leon come undone himself. Leon moans roughly as his hot load shoots inside you and it's the best feeling ever. You lay your head on Leon's chest, your body completely boneless and tired. Leon carefully slides out of you, making you whimper. He wraps his arms around you, shushing you softly while tracing his fingers over your back. Your thumbs gently rub over his abs while listening to his heart.

"What? That you love me? I know that." You say cupping his jaw. Leon smiles down at you.

"Well, yeah. Of course, I meant that. But what I said earlier." He said moving the messy hair from your face. "We're beating this thing. You and I are going to get Ashley and get out of here. And I'm giving you the life you've always wanted." He says before leaning down and kissing you.

This kiss was everything. Soft, loving, passionate, and full of everything Leon and you had for each other. You both pull away from the kiss, a giant smile on your face. Your brows frowned.

"She's okay. She's staying in another room for a bit. It's locked up and nothing can get inside." Leon says as he runs his fingers through your hair.

"Wait... where is Ashley?" You say slightly panicked trying to stand until your legs shake from feeling heavy and your uterus feeling sore.

Leon sits up to gently grab your waist, carefully having you sit back down.

"Ready to save the world?" He asks pulling you closer.

"Okay. We need to get going then." You say, moving some of his blonde locks from his face, making him smile. Leon stands up and grabs your discarded clothing, helping you get your underwear and jeans back on.

Once fully dressed, you both grabbed your gear and made your way to the door. He looks down at you, wrapping his arm tight around your shoulder.

"I love you." He says against your hair.

"With you, I'm ready for anything." You say leaning into his chest.

Leon places his hand out for you. You take his hand in your smaller one as it becomes engulfed with his larger one. His thumbs stroke your knuckles as he kisses your temple.

"I love you too." You say.

"I will never stop loving the sound of those words come from you." He whispers before giving you one last kiss before taking off to get Ashley.

Everything was going to be okay. As long as Leon was there, you would follow him until the end of the world.

[asce-of-hearts]

Request time has come again!

May I please request a

 Yan!Boa, Yan! Buggy, Yan! Shanks, and Yan Marco!

(separately please)

Who are hunting down their gn darling after said darling escaped from them. 

Please and Thank you!🙏 (Sry for any spelling errors) 

Hunt

contents: Yan!Boa, Yan!Buggy, Yan!Shanks and Yan!Marco hunting down their darling after they've escaped (gn!reader)

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Boa Hancock

You can hear stone crumble and break under her strength, her heavy breathing as she searches for you. It was foolish from your part, really, to think you could actually hide from her inside the jungle mess of rocks and ruins that surround you. You try to steady your heartbeat, afraid the incessant pounding inside your chest will rat you out.

"Why are you doing this to me, my dear?" She asks, almost crying. "I love you so much, my love. So why are you doing this to me!?" She wails, her leg puncturing another rock, who crumbles to dust after a few seconds. "Come out! Come out in this instant!"

You can hear her snarling and crying, wailing time after time whenever she doesn't find you. But she can sense you, feel you, you're somewhere around here, she just has to find out where.

"I should've just turned you into rock when I had the chance! At least as a fucking statue you wouldn't be doing this to me!" She cries out, laughing humorlessly. "Maybe I'll do it once I find you, my dear."

A rock dangerously close to you crumbles to dust with a loud, sickening crack. You gasp, pressing your hands over your mouth to avoid screaming. You close your eyes, feeling how your heart stops for a second at this. And then there's quiet, only her soft sobbing in the background. You think you're safe, that she's about to give up.

Then you feel it, or rather not, you can't feel your legs. When you look at them, they're slowly turning into stone. You look behind you, trying to stand up, only to find her shadow looming over you.

"Found you, my dear."

Buggy the Star Clown

"I promise you, this isn't as a good idea as you think it is." He says in a chuckle, his footsteps echoing around the big top. "I know this place like the back of my hand, and even if I didn't, I'd have my crew searching for you. So... can you come out now?"

He already knows where you are, the floor is dirt and you weren't smart enough to cover your tracks correctly. He already knows the exact location, so he's frankly just exasperated. He had trusted you enough to not tie you up and leave you stranded, but then again, he shouldn't have.

"I'm going to throw a knife," he speaks again, his voice cracking a little, he's tweaking really, there's nothing he would love more than to pounce over you for a second. "I'm going to throw multiple knives, actually, and if one of them lands over where you're hiding, you're going to come out."

The sound of blades traveling through the air makes you flinch, covering your head as you curl up and duck next to the barrels you're hiding within. You can feel hot, salty tears running down your cheeks. But none of them landed where you are, so you're safe for now.

"Here I go again, ready?" He asks, almost condescending. "If you don't come out when I give you the chance. I will go looking for you, ___." That's a threat, but you just hope he doesn't find you, you pray for it. You hear the blades cutting through the air again, how they thud thud thud as they stick over other objects. Has he missed again? You only count two knives out of the three he usually throws. You try to search for the sound of the last knife.

The knife sticks right on the barrel behind you.

"Red Haired" Shanks

"Where are you going?" He asks, his eyes narrowing slightly as you freeze in place. You thought when the captain was sleeping was a good time to sneak away, apparently it wasn't.

"To... To get- uhm... some fresh air." You murmur, not facing him. Clutching the stuff on your little bag against your chest.

"And what are you carrying with you?" He cocks a brow, already rising from the bed.

"A... book. And a blanket." You lie through your teeth.

You can hear the creaking of the wood as he walks closer to you, how the ocean gently rocks the boat you're both inside.

"Not funny. Leave your stuff and come back to bed before I make you pass out." His hand is placed over your shoulder, a gentle squeeze to remind you just who is it that you're going to fight against. "You don't stand a chance, don't even think about it."

"Please."

"You have three seconds, ___" His voice is a low growl, and you don't know if he's giving you time to run or to come back to him. You're not taking any chances, you feel like a little rabbit in front of a much larger predator, your feet leap off the floor as you make a run for the door.

Your fingers grace the handle, and then, everything goes black.

Phoenix Marco

"You're burning me!" You squeal as he pins your wrists to the ground, tackling you. His eyes are wide, breathing heavily through his mouth.

"I know," He murmurs, detached, cold. But he doesn't stop, your nails dig into the soil, dirt creeping underneath as you try to crawl away. It's only when the stench of burnt hair reaches his nostrils that he pulls away. "I'll burn you again if you try to run."

Your mind goes blank, freezing in place as those blue flames surround you in an inescapable ring of fire. You only sigh, your forehead pressed to the ground as you sob.

"I've already lost so much, you know?" He says, gently tucking away your hair from the back of your neck, softly pressing a kiss there. "I can't keep letting you do this, ___. I try to be lenient, but you make it so difficult sometimes."

"Then let me leave."

"No. For the love of all things holy, what part of no don't you understand?" He asks, much more harshly. His glasses are all stained, he's barely able to see your shaking form through the grime that now covers them. He grits his teeth, trying to keep calm. "I'm not letting you leave, because something bad will happen to you, something bad always happens when I'm not there to help."

"I don't need your help!" You scream, your clothes are covered in dirt and grass. You cry, he flips you over, now facing him.

"But you will," He says with a gentle smile, his warm hands removing the tears from your face, only leaving a cloud of mist behind.

"And I'm not taking any chances, my dove."

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How do I stop being anxious all the time in relation to being trans? I have an appointment to go on T in 2 weeks. I'm anxious about coming out. I'm anxious about someone figuring it out before I come out. Ahhhh. I have a therapist for anxiety but I don't think it's helping.

Hoping I don't make you even more anxious, but the bottom line is some folks *will* find out and you just gotta learn to roll with it.

What has helped me:

Getting good at identifying red and green flags in cis people

It's become a habit of mine to scope out people when I join a new community. I look at profiles, what people post, etc. It's a little tiring, but I try to find the allies and other trans asap in a new fandom or whatever.

Planning for the worst

To be trans is to always have a plan to Get Out of Dodge.

A lot of times, The Worst is really only temporary embarassment. I deal with this by keeping my head held high and leaning into the more "don't fuck with me, I am tired" part of my personality.

Fake it 'til you make it -- I used to have a paralyzing fear of public mortification, and over time have ripped that apart. Sticking to my boundaries helps a lot, and I am not afraid to say, "I will not answer that question."

Here's the thing, though -- people tend to be impressed when you weather the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, and you'll likely find yourself as someone to be looked up to. Cis folks routinely ask for my advice about their own Big Life Changes, because they have been impressed to see me go through mine. I've also helped crack a few eggs.

Sometimes The Worst is truly bad, and you should always be vigilant here. Again, I know it is exhausting, but always plan for your personal, emotional, and financial safety. Build an emergency cash fund. Cultivate friends who have your back. Always be looking for new job opportunities. Lots of stuff you can workshop with people.

Cultivating a very matter-of-fact relationship with Coming Out.

I focus on any relevant logistics and keep out my emotional backstory. Most people do not need to know how much of a mess I used to be. And I firmly state what I am doing with my future, rather than ask for permission.

My last HRT-related Coming Out email (to one of my orchestras, which is a very gendered biz) was essentially: "FYI, I am medically and legally transitioning from female to male. Just a heads up, as I'll look and sound a bit different at rehearsal -- I have a tux already for the concert. See you Friday!"

That's it. At a company, you can work with HR on your announcement, assuming one will even be necessary in your case based on your transition timeline.

When I changed my name years later, I was also direct:

"I am legally changing my name to Nicholas. It may take a while to update all my clients, so you're welcome to tell them, "Oh, [deadname] goes by Nicholas now. Thanks!"

And when I came out to my spouse in tumblr chat before our first date, it was literally: "Hey, jsyk, I am 35 and a trans man, in case that changes anything."

It takes a lot of practice to get to this point, and is something you can roleplay with your therapist.

Don't be afraid of your past

I am at a place where I will sometimes casually out myself to make a point ("No one ever needs to change the gender field for this form? I recently needed to.") or a stupid joke ("Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be...").

There is a lot of value in the trans experience. You can decide how much of it you want to casually share, but it does get easier each time.

I hope this helps. Being trans means you will be coming out for the rest of your life (obviously, there are times where stealth = safety), so cultivating a no-nonsense, and even humorous, approach will go a long way for your mental health.

[thegoodwitchsworld]

PUNISHMENT

Dark!Ari Levinson x Sub!reader

Warnings ⚠️- Sex, Toys, domination, masochism, sadism, daddy Dom etc etc.

Ari sits in his office, replaying in his head how she turned up on their first date in the perfect red dress, her shoulders bare, and a small pendant on her throat that glinted in the light every time she moved. He can't do this any longer. Work will have to wait. He needs to be inside his wife right now.

"Ari!" Y/n runs barefoot down the stairs, leaping up into his arms the moment he enters the door.

"Baby", Ari sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. He buries his nose in her hair which smells so much like vanilla and cinnamon.

"I missed you so much today!", she whispers loudly.

After a full minute Ari finally lets her go, putting her back on the ground and lifting her chin before kissing her hard.

"Mmm. Daddy missed you too so much baby, were you a good girl today?" He questions her softly.

She giggles and nods. "Yes I was!" She buries her face in his chest again.

"And did you practice like daddy told you to?"

She shakes her head slowly, still not lifting her head.

"What was that baby girl? Use your words", Ari repeats. "Did you practice or not?"

"No daddy....", she whispers in his shirt as Ari's hands knead her ass beneath her fluttery skirt.

It's less than a second before Ari has pulled back her head through her hair, and is leaning down so their faces are at the same level. His eyes flash darkly.

Her eyes go wide, as she starts stuttering weakly.

"I-I -daddy it's too hard!" She whines, her lip pouting slightly.

Ari groans, his dick growing in his pants at the sight of her wide innocent eyes and her pretty little face. He loves when she starts stuttering when she's afraid of being punished. And yet, she loves being a brat and defying his orders.

And Ari knows that innocent as she may look, she definitely does it on purpose.

He smiles at her and pats her head.

"It's okay baby."

"I guess daddy will just have to punish you then."

Y/N slowly starts backing away from him, as if he wouldn't notice.

"Um, daddy I promise I'll do it tomorrow, I promise... you don't have to punish me, I'm your good girl right?" She looks at him hopefully.

With each step she takes backwards, Ari takes one forward, till he has her cornered against the wall. He leans down and bites her earlobe softly, getting a small whimper from her in response. Suddenly he lifts her up and carries her to their bedroom.

He sits down on edge after putting her back on her feet.

"Go and get it, baby," Ari says gently. Y/n slowly goes to her bedside drawer and pulls out a small object before going back to him and standing silently. Ari takes it from her hand, before patting his thigh.

"Lie down here baby," he orders.

"Yes daddy, " She replies obediently before lying down on his lap face down.

Ari flips up her skirt, before kneading her ass roughly in his hands. Her pussy is soaked, the evidence in her panties being soaked. Ari peels them down slowly, making her bare pussy visible and glinting.

"Open princess, " he tells her, and she immediately opens her mouth. Ari stuffs her panties in her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispers as he continues kneading her ass. She whimpers softly.

The first smack makes her cry out purely from the shock of it. Her panties muffle most of her sounds tho, and Ari loves how she starts struggling in his arms.

Even when it's of no use.

"Twenty smacks, baby, ten on each pretty little ass of yours. Sounds fair for a punishment, no?" He chuckles darkly, before slapping her asscheeks hard in quick succession. Twenty times, as promised. She screams in pain with each one, and Ari's dick grows harder with each scream.

At the end of it she's a panting, moaning mess in his lap, and his pants are soaked with her arousal.

"Bad girl, " Ari laughs darkly again. He takes out her mouth gag. "This was a punishment baby, you weren't supposed to enjoy it. " He smacks her ass again, less harsh this time.

"S-sorry daddy....", Y/N whimpers.

Ari doesn't reply, sliding his fingers up and down through her pussy folds, making her moan loudly. He spreads her wetness all around, coating it on his fingers.

He slowly swirls his finger on the rim of her ass, and she immediately tenses up.

"Breathe baby", he whispers, before plunging his thick finger inside her. She screams loud, digging her nails into his thigh. He slowly drags his finger out of her, almost entirely, before going deep inside again, her moans going straight to his throbbing dick.

"D-daddy it hurts!", she whispers tearfully.

"This is why you were supposed to practice, right baby? It wouldn't hurt if you practiced ", Ari replies in a sinister tone. He's glad she didn't listen. He loves when he gets to play with his little toy before ravaging her fully.

When he's finally satisfied, he grabs the jeweled plug, making her suck on it before he starts forcing it inside her virgin ass.

"Daddy! Please! Hurts!", she screams, tears in her eyes soaking the bedsheet. He coos at her softly.

"Aw baby, I promise it'll feel good in a second. You want to show daddy how sorry you are right?"

"Y-yes daddy... "

"Good baby," he smiles, as the plug finally rests inside her ass, the pink jeweled end looking so gorgeous between her ass cheeks. He spends a few moments admiring it, as she keeps whimpering and moaning, wriggling a little in his arms.

Finally, he drags her backwards with her hair, before throwing her on the bed like a rag doll. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes half shut, as she lies on her back, making grabby fingers for him. God, he loves her so much. His perfect little slut.

He takes off her dress over her head, her bare breasts making him growl in hunger. He immediately falls to her nipples, squeezing and fondling one tit while he suckles on the other, leaving bruises on her pretty skin. She moans loudly, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to her chest so that more of her breast is in her mouth.

He lets go of her boob to start fingering her pussy, and she clenches her thighs around his thick fingers, the added stimulation making her shudder with pleasure. He observes the stark contrast of her nakedness against his fully clothed body, and his sadistic side, acknowledges this fact gladly.

"Daddy please, need you inside", his little doll whines, grabbing his collar to kiss him, and his eyes soften at her neediness. He kisses her soft lips, pulling them between his teeth, suckiing and nipping at her mouth. Her small hands find their way to his dick, unzipping his pants clumsily. He grabs her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head, eliciting another whine from her when she realizes she can't touch his anymore. In response, she arches her back so her stiff nipples get at least some stimulation from his chest.

He takes off his belt and ties her hands with it, making sure they're not loose.

"Time for your punishment, baby," he grins evilly, as he frees his dick from his pants, which is as red as her favorite lipstick. He flips her body easily, laying her on her stomach.

He slowly pulls out the plug from her ass, and she gasps as it leaves the small opening. But the scream that comes from her lungs when he replaces the plug with his own dick in a hard thrust is truly unholy.

"Fuckkk baby, you feel so good, " he grunts, thrusting himself inch by inch inside her little ass.

"Daddy pl-please, need to come daddy!", she screams. He grabs her asscheeks, spanking them alternately as he continues thrusting inside her.

He snakes his hand down in front of her, fondling her tit before rubbing her clit, just the way she likes.

"So close, so close daddy", she pants.

"I know baby," he grunts back, before plunging three fingers inside her pussy.

She screams as she comes all around him, his fingers drowning in her wetness. He joins her just a moment later, his dick thrusting so deep inside her it feels unnatural. Thick spurts of come hit her ass walls, and some of it even leaks out of her, which he stuffs inside her pussy instead. He collapses on top of her, pulling out not so gently and immediately putting the plug back in place. She tiredly turns around to him, wrapping her arm around his neck burying her nose in his chest, murmuring contentedly.

"You did so good baby, I'm so proud of you," he whispers, stroking the hair back from her fucked out face. He softly kisses the top of her head.

"But you gotta listen when daddy asks you to do something, right baby?" He kisses her cheekbone, smiling as she goes mhmm again.

What he doesn't see is the little devious smile on her face.

The smile of someone who knows they were truly successful in their plan. :)

[lohotine]

Finished Beast Yeast ep 3 last night..... I was not happy with the results, so now I'm forming a picture in my head of y/n cookie running to Shadow Milk Cookie and hiding behind him, fearful of Mystic Flour Cookie, shaking like a chihuahua with tears in their eyes.

If it's possible, can you expand on this, please? If you can't, then it's fine 👍🏻😁

AN: Takes place before the beasts were sealed but after they became corrupted- Uh if you want one in the present I can make one of those as well..! Also, I usually try to avoid using Y/N in my stories, but it just felt natural here-

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Swears, not proof read

-Fearful-

"And see? My little Y/N here is absolutely perfect in every single way." Shadow Milk was often one to brag about his significant other, the significant other in question being you, of course. It has long since become of a habit of his.

You've become somewhat used to it by this point. He bragged to anyone who would listen, so this happened quite a lot.

Though, something was different about this person.

Her apathetic presence, those uncaring eyes, the way she carried herself... it was all so nerve-wracking.

Shadow Milk had mentioned her a few times before. She was one of his friends. Mystic Flour.

She seemed uninterested in the conversation, yet listened anyway.

The very much one-sided conversation seemed to go on and on, and throughout it all, Mystic Flour continued to stare at you. Something about that gaze made you feel deeply uncomfortable, and you subconsciously held onto Shadow Milk's hand and shifted behind him.

He quickly noticed this and seemed to quiet down a bit. He saw how you began to shake a little, and how you tightend your grasp around his hand.

"Is something wrong?" He asked you, tilting his head to the side a bit.

You didn't want to say it out loud, for fear of potentially offending Mystic Flour.

It didn't take long for Shadow Milk to connect the dots. He covered his mouth with his hand, snickering a bit. "Doll, you're not afraid, are you?"

There was nothing you wanted more than to wipe that annoying grin off of his face. "Hey, fuck you!"

He sighed. "Oh come on. Are you seriously afraid of Mystic Flour?' The grin never left his face.

"I will be taking my leave now," Mystic Flour said before walking someplace else.

You crossed your arms and glared at Shadow Milk, obviously not amused.

He let out another sigh before placing a hand on your head, messying your hair up. "Doll, I assure you, there is nothing to be scared of. That emotionless dustball that somehow gets worshipped will never lay a finger on you because you're mine. And she's smart enough to not mess with my stuff, 'kay?"

You nodded your head and Shadow Milk whisked away a stray tear that you hadn't realized was forming.

He gave you a soft smile. "Next time I see her, I'll have to remind her to appear more friendly towards guests..."

[sourwulf]

i beg of you to do a plus size reader (who's got a lot of shame around her body and stuff) fic with stiles where he takes her virginity after they start dating but he's not super experienced, but it's still really good for her

༄  word count  —  3.6k

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut & oral, losing of virginity, mentions of body insecurity

☼  a/n — i'm plus size and the first person i ever dated wasn't so i love this idea. also this is a bit longer than most of my other stories, so enjoy :)

✎  masterlist

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if you could've seen the way stiles looked at you when you had your back turned, you would melt. such adoration, such attraction, it was hard to find. at least, for you it was.

you'd always been bigger, since the second you were born. you were a chunky baby, and despite hoping it was just baby fat you'd grow out of, it stayed. you spent your entire life doing your darndest to hide it, wearing baggy clothes and adjusting them every chance you got.

so when stiles, a lanky skinny guy on the lacrosse team, asked you out, all you could think of was the weight difference.

but stiles didn't really notice. in fact, the only thing he saw when he looked at you was beauty. he thought you had a body that would've been immortalized in a statue back in ancient greece, give or take a few pounds.

you didn't see it but the first time he laid eyes on you, he couldn't take them off for a good thirty seconds. just watching you at lunch, wondering what you were looking at on your phone that made you smile.

there was one day you were at your locker, absentmindedly messing with your books and binders. you weren't far from where stiles was standing with his friend scott, who was also getting what he needed out of his locker.

the immersion was only broken when scott pulled his attention away.

"dude, if you think she's pretty go ask her out," scott insisted, finding you in his eyesight after a few seconds. "you've been pining over her for weeks."

stiles shook his head. "no, man, she's out of my league."

"yeah, so is every girl here." stiles rolled his eyes at the quip. "just go talk to her. she seems nice."

it was just then that you closed your locker and walked toward them, and stiles turned away from you and tried to act casual, like he wasn't just staring intensely at you. you passed them, not even noticing that they were there. once you were out of earshot, stiles leaned against the lockers.

"she's gone now, so..."

scott sighed. "if you wanna date you're gonna have to get over your fear of talking to girls."

"i'm not afraid of talking to girls. i'm awkward. you and i both know that."

"some girls like that."

"what if she doesn't?"

"you'll never know if you don't try."

the bell rang, and stiles stepped away from the lockers. "i'll see you at practice?"

"yep, see you then."

a couple of hours went by before your study hall period. you were in the library, skimming the books in the social studies section, attempting to find one about women's fashion in the 1700s for a book report.

as soon as you pulled a book off the shelf, just like a scene out of a movie, you revealed stiles' face on the other side. he came into the library because he'd seen you enter a few moments before. he didn't know you were right there only feet away from him, but the movement made him look up from the book in his hands. his eyes went wide at your lack of noticing him, reading the description of the book instead.

he studied your face, this being the closest he'd been to you thus far. he noticed the streaks of unnatural colors in your hair, the slight smile on your lips as you realized this was exactly the book you needed. you didn't look back up, instead walking away to check out the book.

he could see you at the register from where he was standing, and when you felt eyes on you, you looked over. his lips were slightly parted, his posture slumped a bit. he had kind eyes, which locked onto you for a moment.

you gave him a small wave, which he didn't return out of panicked awkwardness. when he realized how creepy it might look for him to be staring intently at you, he instead looked away and walked to the end of the aisle, hiding himself from your vision.

you were slightly confused, wondering what that was about.

after about fifteen minutes and you sitting down at a table tucked away in a corner away from other people, the same boy caught your attention. he was looking around to find somewhere to also sit, every other table full of people.

but when he found your table, he stopped in front of it. he didn't speak for a second, just looking at you.

"can i help you?" you asked, not really knowing what else to say.

"oh, uh... sorry. i didn't mean to stare. i didn't mean to stare earlier, either, i just saw you checking out books and didn't realize i was staring until you waved." he realized he was rambling. "do you mind if i sit here?" he motioned toward the chair across from you.

"sure."

once he was seated, his backpack in the chair next to him, he looked at you again.

"stiles." he held his hand out to shake. you took it and shook a couple of times.

"y/n."

"nice to meet you." you gave a small, awkward but friendly smile. "whatcha reading?"

you hesitated, not used to engaging in conversation with strangers. "i'm doing a book report on fashion evolution in the last few centuries. this one is specifically about women's fashion."

"oh, cool."

you looked down at the books he'd laid down in front of him, noticing that they were all different subjects.

"what about you? very different topics there."

"uh..." he thought for a moment. "can i be honest?" you raised your eyebrows in a 'go ahead' manner. "i kind of came in here as an excuse to talk to you."

now your eyebrows dipped down in confusion.

"what?"

"i... i noticed you a little while back. in the cafeteria. i was too chicken to say anything then, but i've been looking for an opportunity to say hi."

"oh."

he nodded. "i hope that's not too weird. i just... thought you were pretty."

you almost chuckled. "pretty?"

"yeah."

"you think i'm pretty?"

he was the one confused now.

"yeah...? why? what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong, i just... i've never had anyone tell me that before."

"seriously?" you nodded. "you really caught my eye the first time i saw you."

"what exactly was it about me that caught your eye?"

"you were smiling at something on your phone, a text or something. you just had a really warm smile. you looked really pretty."

you could feel butterflies flapping quickly in your stomach, not used to this.

the two of you talked for what felt like hours. you learned that he was on the lacrosse team, and he geeked out talking about his jeep. it was easy to connect with him, conversation coming naturally to you, as if you'd known each other for your whole lives.

eventually, he asked you out on a date, to which you agreed. one date turned into two, then three, then six. movies, dinner, stargazing, double dates. on the sixth date, he invited you over to his house for the first time.

his car was the only one parked in the driveway, his dad at work that night. it was a nice house, nicer than you expected them to be able to afford.

he cooked for you, a simple plate of spaghetti being infinitely better than the food you'd gone out to eat with him. you sat side by side at the round dining room table, the lack of space between you two palpable.

"you're a really good cook, stiles."

with a mouthful of noodles he said, "thank you."

"i don't cook a lot, i need to learn how to. i really like baking, though."

"oh yeah, i remember you talking about that. next time it's your turn to supply the food, then."

you chuckled. "will do."

he watched you eat, distracted from his own food. there was something almost seductive about the way you ate pasta, intentional or not. the way you slurped the noodles past your lips, the sauce that stained them, he wasn't sure. it was like he was watching you in slow motion, like some cheesy eighties movie that zoomed in on your lips.

something came over him. he waited until you swallowed that bite, and he gently grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. it was so gentle it was like he was afraid to do it. it caught you off guard but you melted into his lips, your entire body tensing up.

when he pulled away, you looked at each other, your eyes wide.

"oh," you whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"i-i'm sorry. i shouldn't have-"

"it's okay. that was... that was good."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"probably not the best kiss you've ever had."

"stiles, that was the only kiss i've ever had."

you'd already told him your lack of past relationships, and he couldn't help but think how blessed he was that he got to be your first experience dating. he was truly lucky.

"oh, right."

"i don't really have anything to compare it to, but it was good."

"yeah?"

"mhm. just... next time don't be so afraid to kiss me."

as if that was his cue, he immediately pulled you back in for another one. you dropped your fork and gripped the edge of the table, kissing him back as if you knew how.

the next thing you knew, you were standing at the side of his bed, his hands gripping your ribs and him continuing to kiss you. with his lips still against yours, he unzipped your jacket and gently pushed it off your shoulders. it dropped to the floor around your feet, and he broke the kiss to look down at your body.

you had on a simple knit sweater, one that was a bit more fitted than most of your clothes.

as his hands slowly slipped under the material, you stopped them.

"what's wrong?" he whispered.

"uh... it's just... i don't want you to be disappointed by what you see."

"what do you mean?"

"i mean... i don't look like the other girls at school."

"in what way?"

you furrowed your brows. "c'mon, stiles, i know you know what i'm talking about."

"elaborate."

"i'm not... thin. i don't have that great of a body."

"seriously? that's what you think?"

"well, yeah. i have a mirror, stiles. i know what i look like."

"not from my perspective."

"i mean, i guess so. but you have to admit, i'm different from them." as you spoke, he unbuttoned your jeans while maintaining eye contact. "i'm serious."

"i know. i get that you feel that way but i don't think that when i look at you."

"what do you think?"

"i think you're out of my league." this made you chuckle. "i'm serious. i told scott the exact same thing the day we met."

"did you now?"

"you can ask him yourself." your pants were now undone, but he stopped before he went any further. "let me show you how beautiful i think you are."

"mm, how are you gonna do that exactly?"

"i may have to just make you wait and see."

you thought for a second before reaching down and pulling your sweater over your head. you felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest, or stop entirely. you'd never taken your shirt off in front of a boy before, and you were a bit scared about what his reaction would be.

but the look in his eyes as he looked at you made you feel like the prettiest girl in the entire world. your anxiety melted away when you saw the look in his eyes. it was a look of true love, one no one had ever given you.

"wow," he whispered, studying your body.

"okay?"

instead of answering, he planted another kiss on your lips. he wrapped one arm around your back to pull you against him, his other hand cupping your face to hold you close.

he reached around you and gripped the hooks of your bra.

"can i take this off?" he asked into your mouth, to which he received a nod.

this level of vulnerability and openness wasn't something you were used to giving. not one soul had seen your boobs since you went shopping for training bras with your mom and she had to teach you how to use them. that was around the time you'd become truly aware of your weight and body, and decided that you weren't going to show it to anyone for a long, long time.

he continued kissing you as he struggled to unhook it, eventually getting it. to be fair, it was a bit of a difficult one to unhook.

he didn't look down at first, wanting to continue kissing you. his palm laid flat against your back where your bra band previously was, and you let the straps fall off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

when he did finally take the opportunity to look at your bare chest, he took in a deep breath.

"wow," he said for a second time.

the urge to cover yourself was overwhelming, almost burning. so when your arms gave in and wrapped around your stomach, he pulled them away.

"why're you doin' that?" he whispered.

"just... not used to anyone seeing me."

"well, get used to it. you're so beautiful."

"you really think so?"

"i don't see how you don't."

"you know, just constant years of bullying." you were slightly joking but also not, that being the main reason for your insecurity. a slightly sad expression formed on his face. you looked down and shook your head. "sorry, i didn't mean to kill the mood."

he hooked his finger under your chin and made you look back up at him.

"don't apologize. it's okay." you nodded. "but i promise i'm gonna make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. because you are."

you smiled and kissed him, pulling his hand up to cup your breast. he took in a sharp breath at this, his thumb gliding over your nipple.

"your turn to take something off."

he obeyed, pulling his shirt up and over his head. he had a patch of chest hair and a couple of moles here and there, but you noticed the scars on his stomach and ribs too. you ran your thumb over one of them and he looked down at it.

"what are these from?"

he sighed. "long stories. they're old, though."

you decided not to pry, realizing he didn't want to talk about old injuries before having sex with you for the first time.

a moment later, you were on your back in his bed, your head on his pillow. he slowly pulled your already undone pants down your legs and kissed the skin as they came off. he decided to go ahead and strip himself of his, leaving both of you in only your underwear. there were only two layers of thin clothing separating you, and as he leaned back down to kiss you, you could feel the tent in his pants growing.

he pressed a kiss to your neck, then your collarbone, then your chest, before engulfing your right nipple in his mouth. he circled it with his tongue for a moment before continuing down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your stomach.

to have someone love your body instead of shame it made you tremble, not used to the pure affection bursting from his body, leaking from his pores.

he hooked his fingers under your panties, looking at you for permission, which you granted with a hesitant nod. you kept your thighs together for a moment before he kissed your knees, resting his chin on them after a few seconds.

"you don't have to hide anything from me, y/n." he ran his hands up and down your outer thighs and gave a soft smile. "you look so beautiful right now."

this boy was love drunk, his eyes soft and watery. you didn't think it was possible so see an expression so full of love, so desperate to show amore.

you spread your legs, bracing yourself to show all of you to him, to expose your most private areas. but he looked at you like he was an addict, like he needed you just to function.

he'd fallen for you fast, and he'd fallen hard.

after a few seconds he was on his belly, licking and lapping at you like you were a pot of honey. you couldn't hold back the sounds that escaped your throat, unable to describe how good he was making you feel.

you'd masturbated plenty, unsure when it would be someone else pleasuring you. all you'd had was your hand and fingers, and this was way different. it was much warmer, much wetter.

his much stronger than expected hands holding you exactly where he needed you meant all you could do was arch your back. him forcing your hips to still almost made it better, more intense.

because this was the first time you'd been eaten out, you felt your orgasm coming quickly, and when you finally reached your climax, the only sound that came out was a loud and long gasp. you couldn't keep your hips from leaving the mattress as much as he tried to control your movements.

he'd told you before that he wasn't super experienced, only having had sex with one person before you. but you couldn't help but wonder how many times he did this in the past to get him this good at it.

once he was back at your lips to kiss you, he was rock hard, and him grinding against you gave you an idea of what you were in store for.

once his underwear were off and he was sliding a condom on, you got a good look. he was bigger than you expected him to be, but it looked like something you could handle. he was thick too, and you knew you'd be getting stretched out.

"are you still okay with this?" he whispered, kissing your jaw.

"yes, stiles. please." you didn't know why you were begging, it's not like he wasn't going to fuck you if you didn't. but you were antsy, desperate, horny.

he looked into your eyes. "i... shit, i might not last long. it's been a minute."

"that's okay."

"i still want it to be good for you."

"i know it will be. it's okay if you don't. it's my first time, i don't want it to be a marathon."

he nodded. "okay. ready?"

"so ready."

he kissed you as he slid into you, the feeling different than you expected. better than you expected.

once he was fully seated in you, you both let out a soft moan.

"okay?" he asked.

"mhm. i just need to get used to it."

he was gentle, tender with you. he was going slowly as to not hurt you, but it was too slow. you needed more motion and he picked up on that.

"stiles, please, go faster."

he adjusted his position, bending his knees a bit more and pushing your thighs closer to your stomach. he picked up his speed and your moans were already becoming more desperate, more whiny.

"shit, you feel so good," he grunted, trying not to go too fast.

"you do too."

his lips latched onto your neck and his hands balled the sheets under you. the sounds of your wanton moans bounced off the walls and were like music to his ears. he was starting to have to control himself, making sure not to cum too early.

but you could tell he was getting there closer than he expected to. his grunts were becoming more frantic, chasing his orgasm.

after a couple of minutes, it was becoming more and more difficult to hold it off.

"stiles, stop holding back." your commands were gentle and sweet, you wanted him to feel as good as possible too. "i know you're close."

"it hasn't been that long."

"it's okay." that last one was cut off by an uncontrollable moan. "cum for me, stiles." you weren't used to using language like this, so you couldn't help but cringe internally, but those words drove him over the edge. he was thrusting much rougher than he meant to, holding back his orgasm making it even more intense for him.

he busted into the condom, filling it quickly. he slowed his movements, stopping a few thrusts later. he gently kissed you, your hands landing on his ribcage.

it took a few minutes for either of you to catch your breath, and he pulled out of you, tossing the condom in his trash can, and laying beside you. he covered both of you with his comforter, noticing how cold it was in his room.

neither of you spoke for a moment before he reached down and pulled your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your palm.

you laughed silently, looking over at him.

"was that okay? for your first time?"

you nodded. "it was."

"good. i promise next time it'll be better."

"i'm gonna hold you to that, stilinski."

"challenge accepted."

it wasn't long before you drifted to sleep, stiles watching you snore softly with nothing but love in his heart.

[liyuchii]

FINALLY POSTING IT.

The idea for my au/fanfic!!

The name for it right now is "Rewiring a human"

Basically, Y/N just left their VERY healthy (/s) family and finds a job at the pizzaplex as a temporary janitor while the S.T.A.F.F bots are unable to fulfill their jobs. Everything seems normal, except for the fact that Y/N can't for the life of them form any close relationships.

It's honestly a fic I'm planning to cope with my own stuff so a lot of the reader is inspired by me (like almost all the Y/Ns out there are inspired by their author, I think?)

I'm honestly kinda scared as this is my first "x reader" and I'm a bit afraid of messing up, but in the end I'm doing it for myself. If you're interested, I'll be posting sketches and I'm hoping to start writing soon! I have stuff planned out already so I'm really happy to be sharing this idea <3

[mcflymemes]

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON (2010) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

it snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. the people that grow here are even more so.

it's a mess.

that's for kidnapping me.

you must feel horrible. you've lost everything.

thank you for summing that up.

the rest of us would have done it. so why didn't you?

that's not an answer.

why is this so important to you all of a sudden?

i was a coward! i was weak!

i wouldn't kill him, because he looked frightened as i was. i looked at him... and i saw myself.

i really did hit one.

you're thinking about this all wrong. it's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand.

the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not.

i just wanna be one of you guys.

everything we know about you guys is wrong.

what are you gonna do about it?

i could get used to it.

most people would leave. not us. we have stubbornness issues.

i admit it. this is pretty cool. it's... amazing.

get me down from here!

you have to give me a chance to explain!

i am not listening to anything you have to say!

get me down.

see? nothing to be afraid of.

you don't have to go up there.

i'm really beginning to question your teaching methods.

watch out babe, i'll take care of this.

i can do that, but i don't have the time right now.

we're leaving. let's pack up.

looks like you and me are taking a little vacation. forever.

i want to know what's going on.

start talking!

you scared me!

stay out of my way! i'm winning this thing!

this time, for sure.

you brought him back alive!

oh, i'm hurt! i am very much hurt!

i don't want to fight dragons.

can you not hear me?

this is serious.

this conversation is feeling very one-sided.

i love this plan.

let me out, please?

i need to speak with you.

get your hands off my shield!

this one has blood on it!

nice of you to join the party!

i thought i was crazy!

remember, a dragon will always, always go for the kill.

i knew it. i'm dead.

i should have seen the signs.

it's not what you think. you don't know what you're up against.

careful with that dragon.

just... promise me it won't go wrong.

i can't miss.

your most important piece of equipment is your shield. if you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield.

get to the ships!

i think i'll stay, just in case you're thinking of doing something crazy.

so i guess it's just you and me, huh?

will you please stop that?

no turning back.

why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you about?

chances of survival are dwindling into single digits now.

there's one more thing you need to know.

their job is so much cooler.

don't worry, we got it covered.

just do what i told you!

i'll be back as soon as i can!

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations

Last month I did an in-depth re-watch of rottmnt s1 to take some notes on writing the characters of rise from their perspective and such. Figured I'd share what I found, but I'm also posting this bc my docs have a nasty habit of blipping out of existence.

We'll start with Raph bc he's the oldest of course, but I'll post the others sep. bc this is gonna get long!!

Raph Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrases: "like a boss", "smash"

Verbalizes his attacks such as "smash", "knuckle sandwich", "power smash jitsu", "tonfa power jitsu", "mystic punch jitsu"

Uses older song titles for surprised exclamations or in place of cursing, most notably "jumping jack flash!"

Uses aave/bae, For example: 'em instead of them, 'ey instead of they, 'cause instead of because, forgoes the g in ing words (going becomes goin')

Uses less and less grammar the more he's stressed, and his voice will come to a higher pitch

Will speak in a softer tone to his little brothers if he's concerned about hurting their feelings. Aka babying them

Mixes up both metaphors and idioms. Would be one to say how the turn tables unironically

Does say "hero" a lot, lost count, especially in phrases like "hero town"

Refers to his brothers as "boys" or "fellas"

Refers to Splinter as "pop(s)" most often

Refers to strangers he's directly talking to as "bubs" or "hoss"

Personality:

Protective of his family

Plays up the hero act/has a strong sense of duty and justice

Impatient, rushes in without a plan (pre-movie), doesn't finish books until the end, falls asleep during "boring movies"

Oblivious, doesn't read into things beyond surface level. Struggles with empathy when something is beyond his understanding, but is still very emotional

Center of responsibility for his brothers, but also has a reckless sense of fun. As long as it's him doing the stupid unsafe thing it's fine

Carries the weight, in a literal sense he piggy backs his brothers, but will also use his body as a shield from danger. Unfortunately this also means he takes his brothers a little less seriously (Mikey the most common victim), and will try and either protect them from everything or as an oldest sibling everything has go "his way"

Doesn't do well in solitude. Needs to be looking after people to feel functional, and needs to be around people to feel safe

Clumsy, "takes horrible pictures", isn't very good at hiding, he's a big guy so it probably took a lot of time to find balance

A sweet guy who still won't shy from making fun of his family. Leo tends to be the brunt of his teasing since he is the most annoying, but he will also poke Donnie on his dramatics

Likes cute things!!! Has a teddy bear collection and loves animals. It's so cool how this isn't played off as a joke and he's still just as masculine for liking pink and cutesy stuff

Likes fighting!!! Gets a lot of energy out defeating bad guys (where he directs his anger towards), the one who is shown to train the most, and also weight lifts in his spare time

Doesn't do well under pressure, here the anger comes out the most. He gets stressed when it's all on him, especially since he tends to mess up the most in these moments

Miscellaneous:

Second to unlock mystic powers

Nicknames/codenames: "raph-a-doodle" by leo, "red rover" by april, "red king" by donnie

Teddy bear names: Doctor Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles, Cheech

Stinks: fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking up on people stink, victory stink

Seems to be less afraid of rabbits and more afraid of puppets

Went on his first solo mission at 13

Cannot lift a bus, at age 15

Thought about discussing fighting style, but I'm not as familiar with that concept and I've seen a couple posts dissecting such topic. So we'll end here for now. Hope this was helpful!!! I'll post the rest of the boys later and link here

Leo is up!!

Donnie is up!!

Mikey is up!!

Splinter is up!!

April is up!!

Cassandra is up!!

Baron Draxum is up!!

[kickbackkanzaki]

The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Warnings: Smut (18+), drinking, oral (fem receiving), intercourse (p in v), swearing, possessive/toxic traits, rough sex.

"Is it just my imagination," one of your customers asked as you passed her a wrapped book. "Or do they seem to stop women from writing more than men?"

"It's not your imagination," Robin told her. "Men are terrified by women with original thought."

"Especially when they write better," Max added.

"Anyone who reads Margaret Atwood feels threatened," you pointed out as you slipped the money out of sight. "That woman can critique society better than any old Ivy League man while spinning an entertaining tale. The woman's powerful."

"I still want a copy of Ender's Game," your customer told you then began to leave.

It was lunchtime at Hawkins High and you were conducting trade while the cafeteria monitor kept an eye out for thrown food and fist fights.

"I'm waiting on my supplier I'll be in touch," you answered and someone else approached your table.

Someone who didn't read.

"Hey I heard you and Munson were getting it on in the back of your shitty Mustang after school yesterday," Georgia from the cheer team sneered when you noticed her.

You'd never done anything to antagonize Georgia but she figured you were easy pickings for a popular bully like her. A chess nerd with straight As dating the school freak - you didn't have a leg to stand on.

"That Mustang has done less miles than your pussy," you shot back. "The tyres aren't as bald either."

Robin and Max laughed into their lunch and you watched Georgia gawk with some satisfaction. You had learned young to always answer a taunt as it proved you weren't afraid of where it came from.

"You can't say that to me!" Georgia screeched and gained a few more onlookers from other tables.

"Go home and brush your teeth your breath smells of dick," you said now bored and a table of good looking boys erupted into laughter.

Georgia had neither the quick wit or intelligence to counter that so she fell back on a classic popular girl threat.

"My boyfriend is going to mess you up!"

"Your shitbag boyfriend is busy under the bleachers eating out Meredith from the soccer squad," you told her matter of factly and Georgia's eyes grew round with horror. "Come on, you didn't really think he was getting chem tutoring at lunch did you?"

Georgia called you a name you'd heard many times before then ran out the cafeteria as the boys hooted.

"Is that true?" Max asked feeling uncomfortable by the vivid depiction of sexual depravity.

"Apparently," you said with an indifferent shrug. "The soft cock was boasting about it to Eddie last week during a business deal."

"You upset the hierarchy when you burn the bullies like that," Robin said wisely as she ate her pretzels.

She loved the way you eviscerated low IQ miscreants but she did worry about possible reprisals. There was still most of a year to endure before the two of you were free of Hawkins High.

"A cheerleader uniform doesn't give you a bitch pass," you stated unconcerned. "If Georgia wants to discuss things further I'll have a go. Hierarchy be damned."

"Where did you learn to say all that stuff?" Max asked.

As much as Max liked her older friend she had to admit some of what you said was downright disgusting and doubted it came from the literature you read.

"I was at boarding school for ten years," you explained. "I know every derisive word for genitals, the A to Zs of STDs and all the things a creative girl can fashion into a phallus. I promise you, those pornos where the drifter arrives at a girl's school full of blushing virgins are total fiction."

"I'm glad we're co-ed," Robin said for the first time ever and balled up her empty pretzel bag.

"Me too. It's way easier to look smart with boys around," you agreed and made Max smile.

As if on cue your favourite boy suddenly appeared and sat down next to you.

"We got trouble baby," he said frantically taking your hands.

"Did you get busted?" you asked in a worried hush and shot the cafeteria monitor a cautious glance.

"Kinda," Eddie answered cryptically. "Wayne knows about us."

"As in your Uncle Wayne?" you asked allowing your voice to return to normal volume.

So long as neither of you were going to spend the night in lock up on distribution charges it was fine for your friends to hear Eddie's risible stories.

"Yeah. I don't know he found out! I was getting my sheets out the dryer and -"

"Oh."

All three females exclaimed at once in mutual understanding.

"Hang on what?" Eddie's panicked spiel derailed from confusion. "Why'd you all say 'Oh' like that?"

"That was the give away," Robin explained. "Boys don't launder their own sheets unless they have something to hide. They'll roll around in their crusty mess for months before their mothers wash them."

"It's different with girls?"

Eddie felt like he'd stumbled onto a gender based conspiracy and was getting schooled.

"Our monthly bloodbaths don't keep business hours," you said tastelessly. "Early morning linen washes aren't unusual for us."

That had never occurred to Eddie but he had to admit it made sense now why the puritan lady at the checkout had given him a filthy glare when he'd bought a new flat sheet and laundry detergent in the one transaction.

"Anyway what's the problem with your uncle knowing?" you asked as you finally got a chance to eat your sandwich. "I didn't get you pregnant did I?"

Your friends sniggered but Eddie let it slide. He knew they laughed amiably unlike the jocks who preyed on his club.

"He wants you to come around for dinner this week," Eddie grumbled and ran his hands through his tangled hair in frustration.

"Ok," you said after a bite of sandwich. "Tonight I'm watching a movie at Max's and tomorrow's chess club but I can come after tutoring Thursday? Or Friday? Whatever suits."

"Really? You'll come?" Eddie stopped tugging his hair and looked at you in disbelief.

He'd assumed this would upset you but you were completely unphased. With conventional couples meeting the parents was seen as a milestone, one that cemented your commitment and hinted at a possible combined future.

As you two were aberrant individuals Eddie had predicted you'd scatter at something proper like family dinner.

"Why not? I suppose it makes sense, we've been hanging out for a while now. My Dad knows about you," you said pragmatically as you finished the sandwich and broke your chocolate bar in half.

"How?" Eddie asked in alarm and halted his reach for the offered treat.

"I told him doofus," you said and laughed with your friends again.

"What did he say?"

"Not a lot," you replied with a shrug. "He made me a reading list of Romantic poets and now buys me condoms when he gets his script filled."

You then turned to your lunch mates and added, "If you ladies need any let me know, I now have enough rubbers to get me to menopause."

"Gross."

"I wouldn't want to slow you down."

You engaged both middle fingers so you could flip your friends off in unison then turned back to your boyfriend.

"Tell Wayne I'd be delighted," you said and kissed Eddie on the cheek. "Now return to your flock shepherd I have censored literature to sell."

That night Wayne called Eddie from work to check which night he had to swap shifts so he could cook for the two of you. Eddie told him Friday and when the night arrived he came outside to meet you at the Mustang.

Eddie looked you over appraisingly as you climbed out the driver's seat and wolf whistled. You'd worn one of your nicer dresses with a floral pattern and had gone easy on the eyeliner in case Wayne suspected you leaned into heavier pastimes.

"Someone's pretty," Eddie sang and took a tupperware from your hands.

"Hello shit-stirrer," you said affectionately with a smile and kissed him on the mouth.

You made it a good kiss because it was likely the only one you'd get tonight being on your best behaviour.

When you walked in the trailer you nearly commented on how tidy it was but stopped last minute. You didn't want to let slip just how often you hung out there.

All week Eddie has been telling you how much of a crusty old curmudgeon his uncle was but you actually found Wayne quite pleasant.

He shook your hand, complimented your dress and didn't use any of the condescending pet names blokes his age often gave young women.

You asked about his job, his football team and his car, three things that could get any straight white man talking.

Wayne thanked you for the cake and was only a little surprised to hear your dad had baked it. That scored points with you as he didn't use that detail to lead into the more interesting things he'd heard about your dad.

Wayne had prepared the only meal he knew how to cook - steak with a three vegetable salad.

You gave appropriate thanks and gratefully accepted the diet soda he bought especially for you even though it wasn't your preferred beverage.

Eddie sat next to you and brushed your thigh gently under the table, the first touch since you'd come inside.

Usually by now the two of you would be in a state of undress or cuddled up in Eddie's room decompressing after surviving another day of small town banality.

But tonight you were abiding by the rules of polite society so kept your hands to yourselves.

"Eddie tells me you like chess," Wayne began after you'd taken a few bites of dinner.

"Understatement," Eddie muttered and received a poke from you under the table.

"I do," you answered enthusiastically. "I brought my board in case you wanted to play."

"Eddie played for a while in elementary school but I've never gotten the hang of it" Wayne confessed and took a sip of beer. "Too many darn rules to remember."

"There's a lot to learn, you need patience."

This was generally what you said when people labelled chess as too difficult. It stopped them from thinking you were pretentious or the game elitist.

"So I take it your mother's passed on?"

The sudden intrusiveness of the question after such a casual one made both you and Eddie stop chewing.

Not one person had broached that subject since you'd moved to Hawkins. The classic nuclear family was dying out so people usually accepted your single parent situation as it was.

"She was alive the last anyone heard," was the politest way you could put it after mulling the question over for a minute.

Eddie shot Wayne a warning look and the subject changed.

"So was it your father who taught you chess?" Wayne wisely returned to a safe topic.

"No, we had a heap of board games in the rec room at school and I was curious about the chess sets," you told him conversationally. "I signed up for a weekly chess club to learn the rules and it grew from there."

People always assumed there was a mysterious, romantic history to your passion but it had honestly begun the same as any other hobby. You'd found something you liked and applied yourself to get better at it.

The rest of the meal went smoothly with casual conversation and Eddie stole the light a few times so you wouldn't feel hot under Wayne's scrutiny.

After dinner you served the Black Forrest Cake then Wayne left the two of you to play chess at the table while he caught the end of a match on TV.

You moved a knight into place and seeing his defeat Eddie let his head fall on the table theatrically.

"That is mate," you said and smiled at his pitiful wails of defeat.

"I thought I was doing well," Eddie whined.

"You were! You made me chase you for a while there," you gave some constructive feedback to comfort him and leant back in your chair.

Eddie hated to lose but he would have hated you throwing the game more. Maybe it was time for you to sit in on a campaign and see the Dungeon Master in his element since you'd spent over an hour thrashing him.

"Let's me express my inner torment with music," Eddie said standing up with a defeatist sigh. "My room awaits."

"Might want to think of heading home," Wayne chipped in from the couch and turned the TV down.

"It's Friday night," Eddie protested.

"Don't want your dad worrying," Wayne went on as if he hadn't heard his nephew. "You two can catch up tomorrow."

"You're probably right," you conceded way too easily and Eddie's suspicion was aroused. "Thank you for dinner Mr Munson I had a lovely time."

You exchanged a few more pleasantries and had Eddie walk you to the Mustang where you shared the plan. He watched you drive out the park then went inside where Wayne had returned to his viewing.

Eddie subtly swiped a beer from the fridge then said something about listening to music before closing his bedroom door. Beer can now in his vest he threw on an Iron Maiden tape and jumped out the window.

The evening was a little chill but he would warm up once he got to his destination and the beer was inside him.

Creeping past the trailers of Friday night homebodies like a Hawkins version of Boo Radley Eddie heard snippets of televisions, stereos and domestic arguments as he hiked up the hill behind the park to the old playground.

The Mustang's headlights flashed when he was close and he heard you close the driver's door. You retrieved the lantern you keep in the boot for night time breakdowns and switched it on giving Eddie a guide to you.

"Uggh! I feel so wholesome and middle class!" Eddie yelled and threw his arms around you.

"You did well," you laughed as he lifted and spun you around. "Keep this up and you can take me to the prom."

"Can we park at Lover's Lake after?" he asked after planting a kiss on your mouth.

"Before and after," you said temptingly and pulled the beer out his pocket.

"That's my bad girl!" he cried and slapped your arse as you walked to the picnic area together.

You sat yourself up on the table while Eddie took the bench, seating himself between your feet so he could rest his head on your lap.

"What the hell was this evening about?" Eddie moaned as you stroked his hair and took a swing of beer.

You passed him the can and explained everything in your most patient voice.

"Your sweet uncle, who loves you, was just making sure you hadn't been ensnared by a harpy with wide legs and deep claws. He was worried I might be setting my sights on trapping you in early fatherhood and criminal enterprise."

"He thinks I'm that stupid?" Eddie made an injured face after a swing of beer.

"He knows you're young," you assured him. "Let the old man fuss, it means he cares."

"Well if it matters to you I think you passed darlin'," Eddie decided you were right and took another mouthful of beer.

"It'll make things easier going forward," you conceded.

Ever the gentleman Eddie let you finish the beer and returned his head to you lap where you stroked his wild locks.

Eddie enjoyed the attention for a few minutes then raised the hem of your dress and pressed his lips against the inside of your leg.

"What?" he asked when you didn't react.

It was hard to see your expression in the lamplight but your lack of response meant something was wrong.

"I need to tell you something."

"Oh no, no, no, no sentence starting with that ends well," Eddie now sat up straight and clutched at your dress. "What did I do?"

"Nothing!" you said quickly realising your blunder. "I just need you to know something but I didn't want to tell you before because it might scare you off. It's a little heavy."

"Are you in trouble baby?"

The genuine concern in Eddie's voice made your heart swell and you wanted to pull him close. He was sweeter than you deserved.

"Nothing like that it's just something Wayne asked that got me thinking."

"If he's upset you I'll go back and tell him."

"It's ok Eddie. It's about my mum."

"She left, it's ok," Eddie was quick to reassure you and hugged your knees. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want, I understand."

"No, well yes, she did leave I mean," you rambled because you might reconsider if you hesitated. "When I was five Dad was sectioned for the first time. Pretty soon after Mum decided single parenting wasn't for her so got herself a divorce and surrendered custody of me to a girls' home. I haven't seen her since."

Eddie didn't reply and his stiff form in the darkness gained a forebodingness like a nightmare figure. It was unlike him not to react animatedly to shocking news and his stillness unnerved you.

You could hear the crickets chirping in the grass and spoke again to break the unsettling quiet.

"I say it was a boarding school because it sounds less tragic. I don't miss her, she made her choice. It's not important but I wanted you to know so you don't think I've been dishonest."

Eddie released his grip around your legs and you went cold with dread. He had reached his limit with your mess and was walking away.

Suddenly warmth came back to your skin as Eddie put his hands on you cheeks and gave you a long, slow kiss.

"This changes nothing baby," he only pulled away far enough to talk. "I'm always gonna adore you. My mother hasn't seen me in six years and not called in three. I say to hell with both of them."

You groped in the dark until you found Eddie's shoulders and latched onto him like a lifeline. For a few terrifying seconds you had been adrift and helpless in the dark without his stalwart support.

It took some time holding him before you could talk again, now certain he wouldn't leave.

"I don't mean to trauma dump on you I just want there to be more between us than witty repartee and sex."

"There is darling. So much more."

You released Eddie slowly and exhaled the anxiety you'd been holding in your chest. A steak dinner with family had turned out to be far more emotional than you'd anticipated.

Eddie slipped his hands under you knees then tugged so hard you fell backwards. The cute ballet flats you'd been wearing flew off as your little feet kicked the air and your eyes were suddenly full of stars dotting the night sky.

"What are you doing?" you giggled as Eddie's hot breath tickled you under your dress.

He looked like a kid stuck in a sleeping bag as he moved around under your dress and you laughed at your own compromising position. Flat on your back with a boy between your legs.

Eddie worked his fingers under your panty line and shimmied them down your hips. You made a noise of surprise but allowed Eddie to move your legs until the garment was stripped and thrown over his shoulder.

"Hey," you said with mild annoyance to see your good underwear discarded but forgot it a second later.

His strong, warm tongue licking your vaginal opening roused a sensation in you so strong your body arched with a gasp.

Good authority had told you this wasn't something straight guys would do willingly so you struggled to comprehend what was happening.

You had assumed the practice would be sloppy and vulgar but Eddie used his mouth with as much delicacy as he did with his hands. His lips on your opening had the pressure of an intimate kiss and his tongue stroked your inner folds with a velvet touch.

Your fingers fluttered to your lips like a scandalised damsel and you stared at the sky with your mouth open in silent excitement.

The unique caress thrilled you in a new way and your brain didn't know the right response.

So you lay there helpless in your pleasure.

The tip of Eddie's tongue brushed something deep that elicited a meek "Oh" from your open lips and he took the encouragement. You were such a wet mix of fluids that his mouth glid across your vagina effortlessly and he took your bud in his mouth.

The nerves in your clitoris awoke like thunder in a gathering storm and your voice returned to express your assent. Eddie ran his hands tenderly over your thighs and backside to stimulate your cooling skin and titillated your bud with the tip of his tongue gently.

It the time you two had been intimate Eddie had learned to discount everything he'd heard third hand about sex and listen to you instead. You weren't shy to express your enjoyment and your reactions were the best guide to achieving mutual pleasure.

You were breathing in short, sharp gasps of sweet shock but Eddie knew the sound you made when you were close. He let his mouth melt deeper onto you and began to suck your bud hungrily.

The shift in technique threw you into fourth gear and you could feel your body rushing to climax. Usually your orgasms built slowly, the reward for patient penetrative lovemaking but this time it erupted like a flare igniting your lower body.

You gave a groan of relief like you'd been holding back a dam and felt the orgasmic energy spill from your waist to water your thirsty body.

Feebly you tried to reach for Eddie as you pinned for his touch but he still had you tilted so your grasp fell short. Eddie then pulled himself out of your dress and wiped his mouth ungraciously on the back of his hand to watch you recover.

In the dark you couldn't see his flushed face or his genuine surprise at his success. There was more guesswork in sex than he'd ever realised.

He could see your middle rising and falling as your ecstasy rush settled and he lowered your legs back onto the table. His fingers stayed firmly round your ankles however as he struggled internally with his good reason and his libido.

You could hear the question he wouldn't voice and had the same sense of incompleteness. Eddie's attentions had given you splendour but they'd also prepared you for more and your lower muscles ached for it.

"Do it Eddie I'm soaked for you."

Without hesitance Eddie pulled a condom from his back pocket and you heard his fly open. There was a small crinkling sound then you were roughly pulled towards him by your legs.

You could imagine his rock hard cock straining against the latex and your chest expanded with an excited inhale.

His length slipped into you easily and you let out a satisfied moan. The sensual orgasm had been bliss but the base physicality of being filled with his thick cock made you horny in a primal way.

Most times you made love but sometimes like now you simply fucked. After hours of upstanding behaviour you had to wash the genteel polish off with a bath of sweat and cum.

You surrendered totally letting Eddie manhandle your legs as he slammed into you. There would be bruises on your thighs tomorrow but right now the pain didn't register.

In the lamplight Eddie could see your breasts bounce with every pound and he longed to climb up on the table and rip your dress open. He could imagine the tight mounds breaking into gooseflesh from the evening air and how the tiny bumps would melt under his hot tongue.

But there was no time to ravish the rest of you, he was close to coming and this position was too perfect to compromise. Your cunt was practically a river soaking his groin and every time you arched your abdomen it would tighten on his cock pulling him closer to release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eddie grunted in time with his thrusts but your only reply were the shy gasps that escaped each time his tip hit your core.

He wanted to fuck everything out of you until only he was left. Obliterate the sweet facade you'd worn at dinner and the lonely girl abandoned by her mother. Fuck you until you were so full of him no one could claim a piece of you.

It was raw, possessive and toxic but Eddie didn't care. You were his and he's was branding you for the world to know it.

"Eddie!"

You hadn't expected a second orgasm. Honestly you didn't think they could happen, that it was something magazines had made up to entertain rarely serviced housewives.

You screamed this time, the extreme sensation on your already ravished body was too much and you couldn't stay quiet.

Your body spasmed and Eddie released his own orgasm with a growl. He pitched forward and clenched your hips with a bruising force as hot pleasure rushed through his cock and pooled in the sheath.

The two of you panted out of time in a collapsed bundle and began to notice how far the temperature had dropped.

Suddenly self conscious you looked around to see the park lights glowing down the hill and listened for anyone approaching. Someone out for a stroll or a sneaky cigarette might think to investigate the animalistic cries coming from the playground.

"You're a bad girl," Eddie groaned exhaustedly when his breathing steadied.

"Me?" you lifted your head off the picnic table and felt Eddie slowly move out of you. "You started this Munson."

"You invited me up here," Eddie rebutted and you heard a synthetic flicking sound in the dark.

You knew Eddie had shot the tied condom across the picnic area and you had an unpleasant image of a small child finding it tomorrow along with your underwear.

"I wanted to talk," you said in your defense and sat up.

"This is how all our evening talks finish."

"Unless you pass out watching Miami Vice."

"One time baby."

"Come up here and hug me," you held your arms out and decided to quit the banter. You were cold now and you wanted your boyfriend to wrap you up for a little while before you drove home.

Eddie gave no argument and climbed on the table beside you. You were still buzzing from your double high and snuggled in tight smelling his sweat and deodorant.

"That was a good fuck Eddie."

It wasn't what the poets would have said but it was true.

Eddie kissed you on the head and tried to pat your loose hair back into a respectable form before admitting that was impossible.

"I like making you happy baby," he said and linked his fingers with yours.

You stayed nestled together on the bench watching the trailer lights below and Eddie realised for the first time how small they looked.

He'd outgrown this suburb of budget building materials and knew now he could leave it. Since he'd met you his scope had widened to see past Senior year and Tuesday night gigs at the Hideout.

There wouldn't be much to pack besides his guitar and he didn't have a destination in mind but one thing was certain.

You were coming with him.

[mothyspace]

Death's Pet (yandere oc x reader)

Being the prized possession of a god of death. (❁´◡`❁)

[//warnings:// violence, captivity, mind break kind of implied]

A Grim Reaper, a shinigami, Death, they have many names. As you've also learned, there are many of them. This one has trapped your sad pitiful soul like a mouse.

*splat!* You flinched as more gore spilled out from the mangled corpse. It wasn't anywhere near you. But just watching it was too much... You wanted to turn your head but his large clawed hand held you still. His talons were tangled in your hair, almost painfully. Almost. He would never truly hurt you. So he says...

He laughs, the sound low and rumbling and too sudden that it makes you jolt in surprise. He only laughs more and leans down to speak directly in your ear. His breath is cold as always.

"It's been years and you're still afraid of these things? I thought this was my best work yet." He sits back, pulling you with him to settle you further on his lap. One hand is at the base of your neck, the other at your waist. By now you've grown accustomed to your place here with him. Being held like a precious doll.

But these visions he shows you... of people dying. It's something you will never get used to.

He's the god of death- or rather one of them. His domain is over what you used to call "freak" accidents. Now you know they're no accidents, he orchestrates them all.

You stare blankly at the vision as he laughs like it's some kind of game. To him it is, you suppose. A woman holds her husband- what's left of him and sobs. You can't hold it back anymore and you retch.  He lets go of you and lets you curl up on his lap and tremble to your hearts content.

"Still so delicate and pitiful, aren't you?" he laughs, softer this time, and gently strokes your back. He soothes you from the brink of another panic attack, "Give it another hundred years and this stuff will be as mundane as bugs to you."

"Please... I don't want to watch this right now..." you stare up at him with teary eyes and beg, hoping it's one of the few times he's in a good mood.

He leans closer, the dark void of his hood gives no emotions. It's always unnerving. Another thing you don't think you will ever get used to...

Slowly he brings a gloved hand up to wipe away a tear. You wonder briefly how such a monster could also be so delicate. and why, why so gently with y-

"On second thought..." his voice is a low whisper it fills your head and interrupts your frantic thoughts, "Maybe you shouldn't..."

 

He hugs you tightly to his chest, burying his cold face into the crook of your neck. You feel his whole body shuddering... 

"Because... You're just so cute when you're frightened."

This an oc i've had cooking in the oven for a bit! He's a grim reaper, god of death type of guy. I'm thinking he might actually be part of a group? and they're people who no longer have human faces so they wear masks or hoods to hide the void of where their faces SHOULD be!! I have a few more ideas for characters in this group~! a few more yanderes too and one (1) wholesome boy. Maybe.

Also a few ladies bc,,,, i like wamen 🥺

YES THEYRE ALL EDRITCH FREAKS TOO!!! EXPECT TENTACLES FROM SOME !!!! not this guy tho--

ANYWAYS, as you can tell it's going to be a little messed up setting. You're his pet and there's p much no escaping that 💕 But it's not so bad maybe? He's…. well he doesn't hurt his darling. He's not someone who would assault his darling either! HE'S LIKE SECRETLY DOWN BAD but just doesnt kno how to be normal lmao? loser ???

I'LL THINK OF A NAME FOR HIM SOMETIME… LATER ?

His appearance im thinking is like, classic hooded figure but also with fancy clothes like this:

also um,,,,, ( ^////^) this is my first fiction in like a million years,,, hope you enjoy it 💌💕

-Mothy

[kikker-oma]

I made another thing based off of your whumptober art :)

This one in particular:

The old man sat on a log near the crackling campfire, awake for his watch and he had set his eye on someone in particular who had seemed...off. The vet was tossing and turning in his bedroll, eyes squeezed shut when he could see his face, but it wasn't relaxed like when he was asleep. He eventually crept down and whispered, "Vet?"

The veteran's eyes opened slightly, and the old man just noticed the bags under his eyes. "Yeah?" He replied in a whisper.

"I noticed you hadn't gone to sleep yet. It's third watch."

Legend groaned. "I haven't been able to fall asleep for a while, but I tried everything I could. Nothing to do about it."

That was worrying.

"Are you sure? I know a remedy, that you most likely haven't tried."

"Go for it, old man, I'll do anything at this point."

He pulled out the ocarina, and played the Song of Healing, closing his eyes to let the soothing melody reach the vet's waiting ears. He nearly fell asleep himself but finished the tune and opened his eyes. The veteran had his eyes closed and though he wasn't quite asleep yet, Time smiled, hoping that this would do the trick and did a quick patrol.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The old man noticed things. From the vet's stumbling and sloppiness during battle, to mess ups with conversations and answers. His seemingly random mood swings which seemed quite unusual for him. He had confessed that the song didn't do anything and for literal magic to not work, well, Time was more than confused. He had kept it to himself because the veteran pleaded with him to not worry the others.

One night he had second watch, and the vet had somehow ended up with first. He slept peacefully until he woke up and realized it was his turn for watch, and he hadn't been woken up by someone else. (His internal clock told him it was approximately halfway into second watch.) So he got up immediately, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and what he saw shook him.

The vet was trembling on his knees, and when the old man rushed to talk he noticed the expression on his face. There were tears pouring down his face, and his eyes were barely open, staring off into space. The old man noticed that the veteran's hands were shaking even more, arms wrapped around air. "Veteran?" Time spoke loudly. "Link?"

When he got no response, he got down on his knees in front of Legend and took his arms, repeating his name. "Uncle?" Legend mumbled wearily. "What're you doin'?"

"I need you to stay here, I'm going to go find help."

"Nnnooo, don't leave me," Legend gasped deliriously. "If you go to th' castle..."

"I'm not going to the castle," Time tried to reassure. "I just need you to stay with me, okay?"

"M'kay."

He whistled sharply, getting everyone up because this situation was getting dire and he needed help. "What's going on?" The captain questioned, voice a bit frantic.

"Our veteran. He needs help."

They were at his side instantly. "'ncle who're these people," the vet slurred, still staring off into nothing.

"Is he sick?" Sky frowned.

"I don't think he's been sleeping, at all recently," Time worried. "He said he tried everything but still couldn't sleep."

"I'm not trained for this stuff, I'm afraid," Warriors shook his head. "Traveller?"

"All I know how to do is magic," The traveller replied and shrugged looking downcast at the fact.

"Oh!" Wind snapped his fingers. "Someone on Outset had a similar problem. It was because they were really stressed and they fell asleep once they were more relaxed."

"Stress? That seems plausible," Warriors nodded.

"Link," Time uttered, catching the veteran's slow attention. "Tell me, are you stressed about anything? Worried?"

"I mean, 's a quest, Uncle, of course I'm going to be stressed sometimes."

"I know, but right now, what's troubling you specifically?"

"You're always so kind," Legend muttered after a long moment.

"This isn't going anywhere," Four whispered.

"Uncle, don't die."

Time swallowed concern for that statement, said with desperation and he looked helplessly at the rest of them. What could they really do? Why couldn't he figure this out? The chain looked at them as a leader, so why was he feeling so helpless right now? Why couldn't he help one of his boys?

Then there was one sentence that nearly drove the old man to his knees.

"If you die, Grandma Malon is gonna kill me...she already lost th' Hero 'f Time, and you're just as important. Don' leave me to save the world like he did."

THAT LAST LINE OMGGGGGGGG

LOOOOOORE!!

SECRETS SPILLED!!

THE REALIZATIONS TO FOLLOW!! AAAAAAGGHHHGGSHXJSBAHAIA

The Ocarina was such a good try, poor boys just don't know how they can deal with this sweet little sleep deprived man🥺

Gosh sleep deprivation is no joke, it's brutal for real

Thank you so much for writing this Uni! Your writing is a treasure as always❤️❤️❤️

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Ep. 4

Before I begin my investigation into the fourth episode's colors, in case it was not clear, I find Joong very attractive, and when Fadel was looking through Kant's pockets a little aggressively and very homoerotically, I was rooting for First to add another boy's lips to his roster.

BREAK UP THE SHIPS CHALLENGE 2025!

Since I'm afraid that I'm two seconds away from abandoning my efforts to uncover colors in this show so I can turn this into a Joong appreciation blog, let me focus on what I actually came here to do — appreciate Joong Fadel for always being a Black Brooder.

And thankfully Red Rascal Bison is wearing red and blue shorts, but I don't know who the blue could possibly be for since Kant and Style refuse to show their true color!

But back to Fadel being a Black Brooder who just happens to be played by the very attractive Joong.

Fadel is my rock in this show. He never wavers in his color. When all these other boys do wonky stuff like wear red, so I can't figure out their color, Fadel always stays brooding in black.

So I'm holding onto the knowledge that Fadel IS a Black Brooder while I stare in confusion at Style wear red and Kant wear black again this episode which is an inverse of their love interest! And Bison wore blue, but I've previously guessed this is him hiding his true color after attempting to go full BDSM on Kant the night before.

Yet, as usual with Kant, he has a little red on his back. He has had red writing on his shirts before, so is he really in love with Bison already? I think so.

Because as much as I'm upset at Kant for hiding his color, Bison IS a Red Rascal, so Kant having red writing on his shirt multiple times now gives me hope that he is realizing he loves this little demon more than he thought he would especially after Bison noticed what was happening with his brother (and saved the kids from sexual grooming, which is what Bison believes he does for Mother).

So I'll cut him some slack for not showing his true color yet, and I'll keep assuming it is blue since his background is blue while Kant's is red.

But it seems like Kant has a type, and that type is hell raiser.

So even though Bison gave Kant a heart, he didn't get Bison's heart since it wasn't placed over Kant's heart and it's not in Bison's color.

Because Bison would just as quickly kill Kant as he would kiss him, and both of them ending the episode clearly on their own side matching the wall they stood in front of shows that Kant has his work cut out for him.

But considering the boys are wearing couple's shirts with their initials on them next week, I think Kant has some tricks up his tattooed sleeve.

Like sending his best buddie to keep Fadel busy by having sex with him, so he can try looking for more clues, and since Fadel and Style also have incorrectly color-coded couple's shirts with their initials on them, I'm going to assume it's not going to go well.

Because Kant and Style still don't know the guys they are falling in love with if they can't even wear the right color for them. Bison is a Red Rascal and Fadel is a Black Brooder! Two halves of one heart! Get it together, besties!

And now that they think the guy they have been sent to kill had something to do with the deaths of their parents, their emotions are going to be an overdrive.

Especially Bison, who seems to have picked up Mother's color on his journey to become a killer, since he was neutral as a kid.

Yet Fadel, my rock in the color storm, has always been a Black Brooder.

And unlike Bison, who has spontaneous outbursts that could end everyone, Fadel is much more calculated.

So for Style who, according to the folks behind the show, should be a (light) Blue Boy, to be strategic in his plan to annoy Fadel just so he could make Fadel miss him was brilliant.

I want to believe that Fadel is playing Style, but I thought in episode two the reason Fadel hated Style so much was because Style messed up his very calculated plans, which is exactly what he expressed in this episode; therefore, I think this entire conversation was Fadel being honest.

Pretty boy Icarus done flown too close to the sun and got himself a killer boyfriend.

And, once again, I think Fadel's feelings for Style are real because Fadel laughs and smiles a lot around Style.

And my pretty emo boy doesn't smile for anybody!

So these two idiots better get their plan and colors together, quick!

Because Bison stays red . . . dee to commit murder

And Fadel is already too deep (in the blue) to even realize how much he actually likes his (light) Blue Boy.

So even though Style is now trying to be cautious in his yellow and back off, Fadel is coming in hot.

But I'm unsure if it's because he is passionate about Style now that all his warmth has been unlocked or if he will burn Icarus for getting too close.

Or, more importantly, when it comes to Fadel, if there is even a difference between those two things.