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[raspberry-arev]

You know that ancient (and wonderful) Tumblr take on love triangles... where the girl is aroace and the two hot men realize they were moreless trying to impress each other and start dating instead?

Well I already subscribe to the Aroace Barbie head canon, so Greta Gerwig, 2Ken When?????

(the colors are a bit silly again but that's just my alcohol marker thing. I try, it does a thing, I might not be satisfied but it's too late now bithc) (also they would be so good for each other. himbo on himbo romance. "Kenning all over each other" in Ryan Gosling's words)

[mellowsaturns]

just between us

DBF!BUCKY X READER

summary: you and bucky have a little moment in your bathroom at your family’s brunch 

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, fluff, bathroom sex, secret relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s), unprotected p in v, fingering, teasing, praise kink, he’s a menace, they are just horny for each other lol

wc: 1.2k

a/n: that picture has been giving me the biggest brainrot and now y’all have to suffer with me <3 

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The sun’s shining perfectly and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky—just the perfect weather for a fancy brunch that your parents had planned for weeks now.

Everyone’s laughing and having a good time. You’re on your third mimosa and it wasn’t even twelve o’clock yet. Life was good.

You’re chatting with your friend when suddenly, all her words become white noise to you.

Because you smell him before you even see him—that distinctive and expensive cologne that managed to imprint itself onto you as well. Freezing in your spot, you could feel the warmth he’s radiating behind you. And when he places his hand on the back of your chair, his timber voice sends shivers down your spine. “I hope I’m not too late,” he announces to everyone. You had to clench your thighs shut.

“Bucky!” your father shouts, half surprised and half excited that his best friend’s here. “Thought you couldn’t make it?”

“I managed to rearrange some things,” he says, and you could picture the smirk he had on his face right now.

Bucky subtly moves his hand, his palm now directly on your skin thanks to the backless dress you’re wearing. He gently brushes his thumb against your heated skin before making his way over to your father who had managed to find an extra seat for him. And when you finally see him, your breath hitches—he looks like he’s about to go on a damn runway, pure sex on legs. You stare at him in hopes of catching his attention but he doesn’t spare a single glance at you.

Asshole, you mutter to yourself.

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“Say that again?” he grunts into your ear. Because said asshole now had you up against the wall, your dress rolled up to your waist while he’s knuckles deep inside you.

Halfway through, you got annoyed and left the table. Unknowingly to you, he also followed you into the house and when you entered your room and into the bathroom, he grabbed your face and kissed you hard, one thing leading to another.

“Say that again, sweetheart,” he taunts, sliding his fingers deeper into you.

You whimper, clutching onto his shoulders. “Said you were an asshole,” you grit out. “You didn’t even look at me.”

He hums. “Sweetheart, you in that dress is just sinful. I know ‘cause I was the one who bought it for you,” he says. “I wouldn’t have been able to control myself if I looked at you. I would’ve fucked you right there and then in front of everyone.”

He chuckles when you clench around his fingers. “You like that? You like the idea of me bending you over and taking you so everyone can see?” he teases into your ear, voice low and husky. “I wonder what they’ll say when they find out you’re fucking your father’s best friend.”

You whimper at his suggestion but with the way he’s holding you, so rough and so passionate, you couldn’t care less about what they’ll say about you and Bucky.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, kissing up your neck. You gasp when he bites down. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You’re close and he knows it too. He goes in for a bruising kiss and curves his fingers at just the right spot, one that only he’s able to hit and you shutter against him.

After he licks your arousal off his fingers, he gives you no time to recover as he spins you around and bends you over the counter, caging you in between his arms and the cold marble. He’s eager to feel you and it takes no time for him to slide in.

“Bucky!” you gasp.

“Fuck. I miss this,” he moans, as if he didn’t take you apart so good last week that you had trouble walking the next day. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

There’s an intense warmth building inside of you with the way he’s gripping your hip and pounding into you from behind. You’re clutching the counter to stabilize yourself from his rhythmic thrusts and trying really hard to suppress the obscene noises that are threatening to escape.

You hope no one’s in the house right now because you accidentally let out a needy cry.

He uses one of his hands to cover your mouth, his large palm helping you muffle all your guttural moans. “I can feel you, doll,” he rasps, “Does my pretty girl want to cum?”

You hum, nodding your head pathetically.

“Hmm? What was that?”

You're pleading but it gets lost.

“No?” he teases before slowing down.

Asshole.

He chuckles at your mewling and finally lets go of his hand. “Please. Bucky, please. Let me cum,” you whine.

He smirks at your desperate voice and lifts your head up then, making you look into the mirror.

“Look at you,” he muses, “taking me so well.” His fiery eyes meet your dazed ones in the reflection and you brace yourself as he picks up his pace again. Bringing you up against his chest, he kneads your tender flesh while his hot breaths hit your neck.

He holds you tighter when your legs start to shake and when you finally release, he follows seconds later, filling you up with him leaving you sticky and satisfied. “You did so well for me, baby,” he praises, holding you in his arms while your pounding heart settles from the aftermath of your orgasm.

He leaves first just to lower the suspicion and you take this time to make yourself presentable again. As always, your hair is a mess and you have mascara running down your face—nothing new thanks to Bucky.

When you join the table again, he’s already there laughing at some joke your parents said but you don’t miss the cheeky glance and wink he gives you.

Your friend looks at you for a moment, but continues the conversation the two of you left off at. If people wonder why you’re always disappearing, they don’t ask. It gives you a sort of thrill that maybe they know. That you're in something so illicit and that he’s yours as much as you are his.

You probe at the coffee cake in front of you, not hungry anymore because you’re full of him already.

Later, when everyone is helping to clean up, your phone buzzes with a notification.

Meet me in my car in 10.

You look up and Bucky’s looking at you from the other end of the backyard with a smirk on his lips.

You scoff. The sun was still out but then you remember he has very tinted windows installed in his black Mercedes and who were you to deny him when he’s looking like that?

In five, you text back.

When you look at him again, he’s biting his lip and looking at you with that look—the one he gives you during those moments in between heated kisses—like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him.

[blue--ingenue]

"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 1

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Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: i have been diagnosed with quidditch player!Sebastian brainrot, and i'm about to make it everyone's problem. cue angst, mutual pining, fluff, and (eventually) a happy ending

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Your heels clicked across smooth marble as you strode to the Great Hall, arm-in-arm with Natty and Poppy. The heavy double doors were thrown open revealing hundreds of students embracing and chatting away. Although your robes were a rich scarlet, your gaze cut immediately to the sea of green, searching in vain for a head of chestnut curls. Observant as ever, Natty noted the anxious flick of your eyes and ribbed you, playfully.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s saving you a seat already,” she teased.

Distracted, you continued to sweep your gaze over the animated crowd. “Who?” you asked, your expression indicating that your attention was nowhere near the conversation at hand. Natty and Poppy shared a knowing look and unhooked their arms from yours. This seemed to finally be enough to pause your search. “Where are the two of you headed? We can still sit together until Headmaster Black begins the sorting,” you inquired.

“Natty and I have a few people we’d love to catch up with before then,” Poppy explained. A smile, one you had only ever seen when Natty was about to strike at Crossed Wands, formed as she added, “And I’m sure Sebastian is more than eager to see you again.”

And with that your friends stepped into the crowd and disappeared from sight. You decided to brush off their odd demeanors and made a beeline for the Slytherin table. Your gaze flicked from face to face, searching for storm-blue eyes and the head of brown locks that were never far away from them. You were nearing the end of the table, only a few seats left between yourself and the faculty seating, when a familiar pulse of light caught your eye.

“You aren’t rushing about on another of your adventures, are you? Term has barely begun,” the owner laughed. You blinked twice to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you before you registered that the young man speaking was none other than Ominis Gaunt.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, embracing him with enough force that a puff of air left his lips. His enthusiasm matches yours as he huffs out your name, his voice muffled by your vise-like hug. The two of you catch up on your respective summers. Ominis doesn’t have much to say regarding his family, and you don’t press him for more. Returning to the Gaunt manor always takes its toll on Ominis, especially over the summer. You regale him with tales of star-charting and researching ancient magic. You had read nearly every written text on the subject before deciding to do a bit of research on your own. Ominis laughs, and you make a noise of confusion. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“You know you sound just like him. And before you ask, no, I have not yet had the chance to speak with him,” he declares. You could feign ignorance with Natty and Poppy (with varying results), but never with Ominis. He’d been the first to catch onto your feelings for his best friend and had since become your confidant. Before you can reply the candlelight shines upon a familiar shade of chestnut. Anne’s hair is pulled up into its usual bun and she adjusts it as she takes her first steps back into the Great Hall. She looks ecstatic, more stars in her eyes than you’ve seen in all the first-years combined. She spots you and Ominis and breaks into a grin that takes over her whole countenance. She immediately slides and weaves between students before crashing into Ominis with the same brute strength you had embraced him with just minutes ago. A figure leans against the door, his impossibly loving gaze following Anne’s warpath through the crowd. You inhale sharply as Sebastian Sallow comes fully into focus. He looks so different, and yet so unmistakably Sebastian. The light of a thousand flickering candles grace his features. ‘Solid’ is the only word you can think of to describe his transformation. He’d spurted at least six inches over the summer and you can’t help but notice the way he fills out his uniform. Even from here you can see the corded muscle of his forearms flex as he rolls his sleeves to his elbows. He looks about the hall, and his searching gaze is not unlike the one you expressed upon arriving. Your eyes meet, and even from across the hall you can see his shoulders sag in relief. 

You had caught him asleep in the Undercroft once, one arm dangling over the couch as the other clutched a weathered novel to his chest. It was Pride and Prejudice, a muggle romance that you had since read cover-to-cover. Between one beat and the next you feel as though every loving word spoken between those pages sings through your blood. Elation flares from your chest and a few arcs of blue lightning crackle from your hands. Sebastian pushes through the crowd to get to you. His strength allows him to cut through the throng like a knife through warm butter and heat blossoms somewhere entirely different. He stops just short of you and you shoot from the bench, crossing the remaining few steps to your best friend. You raise your arms, not sure if you’re intending to hug him, but certain that you need to hold him. He makes it to you first. Just as you’re about to reach forward he captures your hands with the gentlest of grips and just- holds you. His hands have always been larger than yours, but with his proximity and the warmth radiating from his toned physique you’re struck by just how much he’s grown. Purely on instinct you fold your hands over his, relaxing into his grip. 

“Hey you,” he smiles, gazing at you with an intensity you’ve only ever seen him sport while dueling. 

“Hi,” you reply, eloquently. You feel giddy with happiness and you’re sure that your cheeks are flushing a deep crimson to match your robes. His right hand drifts toward the lock of hair that has fallen into your face and your breath catches at the proximity. His eyes are far away, yet determined. You tilt your head, ready to lean into his touch, when his hand makes an aborted motion and he scratches his head. Sebastian clears his throat and releases your hands, taking a step back. 

“It’s ah- It’s good to see you,” he says sincerely. You feel a familiar wave of disappointment roll over you. Whatever had charged the air between you mere moments ago dissipated instantly. “It’s good to see you, too,” you muster. You open your mouth to say something, but are cut off by Headmaster Black calling for the sorting to begin. You glance sheepishly at Sebastian before heading back to the Gryffindor table to sit with Natty. From across the hall, you swear you can almost feel his gaze on you. Turning your attention to the podium, you sigh. This was going to be an interesting year.

[shinjisdone]

More Female MC brain rot thoughts pls?🤲🥺

I take it for TWST? Ngl my brainrot is running low...mostly because imo being female in twst is just a little "difference" for characters and Settings where these differences are valued/seen and therefore treated differently. No one would outwardly be different or not in character just because you or MC is female.

MUST PROTECC GIRL BCUZ THEY GIRL:

Ace (ur his best friend and the school is filllled with jerks who'd see u being a girl in NRC is a reason to bother u for. Course he gotta protect you! Would not treat u differently)

Deuce (is aware how vicious bullies can become when they see an "anomaly" around to feel powerful of. He was one himself. Also tends to think that Girls just need protection in general. Gets real serious and panicky real quick when u are in trouble. Will beat ppl up for you)

Riddle (confused on why ppl are/would be bothering you??? Do they not have manners??? Will not treat you differently, let alone not follow the rules, but is aware that you might have a hard time as the only female. Will make sure you aren't bothered and follow the rules but expects you to give your best just like any other student)

Trey (very chill. Knows you might have a hard time and rather indirectly lends a shoulder. Is emotional Support unlike Riddle who would cuff anyone who is mean to you)

Jack (a good boy who hates the injustice in this school in general. Just looks out for you but wouldn't be in your face like ADeuce)

Azul (once he takes a liking to you of course. Will Trick ppl and condemn them to a 'poor unfortunate soul' by having them work in Monstro Logue and give you free Drinks served by the bullies (once ☝️ the next one u will pay))

Malleus (he would protect u regardless but end up believing that women need to be protected ALL the time just cuz u got in trouble ONE TIME (and then another...and another...) and will kinda hover over ur shoulder as ur??? Protector???)

Sam (looks out for you and is ready to lend and ear but it'll cost ya)

Vargas (No STUDENT SHALL FEEL UNWELCOMED, HE WILL DO EVERYTHING TO HAVE U FIT IN)

YOURE A GIRL? HAW-HAW:

Leona (While he does respect women, he likes to make fun of you SO MUCH. Its too tempting, too funny, too entertaining. He won't disrespect you and will talk more normaly with you than others but when he sees an opportunity to make fun of you? He seizes it, be prepared.)

Ruggie somewhat (Like, he's not scared of you. Will always put up a front of being strong and in a group and if he needs you to fear him or not take him too lightly and targeting you based on your gender will help him get there, he will use the opportunity to be mean.)

Floyd (not in a mean-spirited way but more like a 'OMG a girl in an all-boys-academy! Thats so funny! Hey, hanging out with you must be interesting, right?' Just teases you to get you riled up, nothing personal.)

Jade (also just to rile you up but less mean and direct than Floyd. Just wants to have fun with you.)

Crowley (would sometimes make jokes and think theyre funny - they are not and Ace tells him off)

MAY DAY MAY DAY, A GIRL HAS ENTERED THE CHAT:

Idia (first goes HUUHH??? what are YOU doing here???? But will calm down. Girls aren't super scary but he is sure to keep his distance just like he does with everyone else.)

Rook (more fascinated than anything. You being here must be fate! Ah, he shall watch you very closely to see what your destiny has in store.)

I literally do not care:

Jamil (he has so much on his plate that meeting you for the first time will just have him raise a brow before returning to his food umbothered. He already has to deal with Kalim dont become a Problem child too.)

Kalim (Will go 'Oh!' Before promptly bot caring that you are a girl. So what? Friends are friends and he wants to be yours!)

Vil (just...dont care. Hes got his business to take care of and not enough time to take a look at you 💅)

Epel (is kinda surprised but then just is not and wont care but will protect you when you need him. It makes him feel STRONK and MANLY.)

Ortho

Silver (would notice it and promptly fall asleep after)

Lilia

Sebek (*grabs by the neck, shaking u* HUMAN IS HUMAN AND A NUISANCE TO WAKA-SAMA)

Cater I think wouldnt????

Crewel (puppy is puppy and puppy must O B E Y)

Grim (henchwoman is henchwoman and must give T U N A)

Trein

[overwatchables]

Junkrat/Reader General/Relationship HCS (SFW + NSFW)

'He fills up a big space in your life. All 6’5 of him. Leaves soot on your couch. Dirty underwear in your room. Boba in your fridge. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.'

I've been having major Junker brainrot recently and had to get this one out of my system. Will probably eventually work my way through the hero roster doing similar HC'S.

you might notice I've wrote talon/overwatch in these hc's - that's because I'd like to leave it up to you guys' whichever organisation you think he's affiliated with. I'm not too sure which route they'll take with the Junkers in canon concerning that - so I'll just leave it open ended.

WARNING for some spicy HCS near the end!

Jamie is off-putting. There's no other way to frame it.

He's got sharp features, very intense eyes and takes up a significant presence in every social situation he enters. He talks quick, directly, and brazenly; and if you're a naturally introverted person he's probably going to make you feel uncomfortable at first because he’s not shy at all. He’s just… a lot.

Once you get past the initial bombshell that is getting to know Jamison, you’ll quickly come to realise he’s actually a very friendly guy. Sure – at times he can be wild, unruly, abrasive. A tad stinky. Loudmouthed and raucous. With a significant klepto/pyro-manic streak that always keeps you just a little bit on guard. Not to mention guilty of many crimes and apparently proud of it.

By most people's standards… repugnant. And yet somehow totally magnetic at the same time.

He fills up a big space in your life. All 6’5 of him. Leaves soot on your couch. Dirty underwear in your room. Boba in your fridge. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

GENERAL HC'S

There’s no filter to Jamie’s speech. He says whatever pops into his head which is both a blessing and a curse. And by God, when this guy sees someone that tickles his fancy, he’s inevitably going to try his hand at chatting them up. This has… very varying levels of success. Good thing it seemed to work on you, though.

When Jamie likes someone a lot, it tends to consume him. Makes him irritable and over-excited, brimming with even more pent-up energy than usual. Roadhog always knows when Jamie has taken a fancy to someone because of this.

There's a ton of little idiosyncrasies Jamie displays that Mako picks up on. Mumbling to himself – having full blown, imaginary conversations in which your name will be peppered throughout.

Talking about you, period. How great he thinks you are. Things you’ve done that he's reading into a little too much in an attempt to justify that the feeling might be mutual. Jamie’s not shy to consult his larger counterpart about his interest in you.

Though he finds it amusing at first, the incessant yammering will most definitely begin to grate on Mako’s nerves and eventually culminates in the Hog physically depositing Jamie at your door. (award for world’s greatest wingman goes to Roadhog) :

“Say it to them, not to me.”

 “B-but… but Roadie –”

“You’re all talk,” Mako rumbles, “You want em’ so bad, then do something about it.”

RELATIONSHIP HCS

He's got a real animalistic sort of quality to him. His boundaries are almost non-existent at times. He's raw in a relationship, very unafraid to be physical. Expect a lot of touching; hovering over you in his odd, slouchy way, draping his too-long limbs over your shoulders, nibbling on your earlobes, squeezing your flesh wherever he finds it most enticing (usually your hips or your ass).

Don’t wear white clothes around him. He’s very prone to leaving sooty handprints on your clothing which can be incredibly embarrassing when you're oblivious to it.

The excess of physical contact can sometimes be a little jarring/unpleasant, especially if he’s been out on a job and just got back. He's not always the most hygienic; carries a smell of gunpowder and sweat with him wherever he goes - and sometimes he's got a real case of bad breath.

He'll make a bit more of an effort to scrub himself up when he's in a relationship, however. Partly from your nagging and partly because he's got a performative/self-conscious streak. If he likes somebody, he wants to impress them, to appeal to them. That results in him preening a bit more. You know this man is down bad if you smell deodorant off of him. (and no, the deodorant definitely doesn't belong to him. he stole it from some unsuspecting talon/overwatch member in the communal showers...)

Very involved and sometimes clingy. Wants to know where you’ve been, what you’ve been up to. Not in a distrustful way – it’s more of a ‘I like you a lot and I want to feel closer to you in any and every facet of your daily routine’ way.

I get the feeling that he’d appreciate someone nurturing in a relationship. (cough cough his interactions with Ana… god bless that boy and his mommy issues) He loves the feeling of being fussed over, hands on, a really tender sort of loving. It makes him absolutely melt. Secret mommy kink? Maybe.

More of a general one; but Jamie goes through mobile phones like he goes through bombs. First mistake that you and Mako had learned from was getting him an expensive one. It was broken within the first two days of having it. From then on Jamie is the proud owner of the most ass quality cellular devices on the market thanks to his propensity for destruction. It’s a revolving door of phones. You’ve got so many different numbers in your contacts for Jamie that it borders on ridiculous.

When he hasn’t, miraculously, blown up or shattered his phone screen, he makes it a habit to text or call you throughout the day. (In all caps... with a healthy dosage of spelling errors and emojis.) Sometimes sends only poor-quality picture images with no explanation of what it is he's trying to show you. It’s a fun puzzle, trying to figure it out.

SPICY HCS

Doesn’t take much to get his engine going, if you catch my drift. Very active sex drive, especially after he’s out of Australia and gone ‘legit’ – his body has gotten a lot healthier and as a result his virility has increased.

In fact, Jamie is pretty much DTF whenever, wherever, at a moment’s notice. Just say the words and he’s ready and raring to go. Honestly, he’s almost always a little bit turned on when he’s around you.

Pretty well endowed. Long, thin, uncut. A little messy down there. He doesn’t see the point nor care for shaving and body hair doesn’t bother him much. If you want to go au natural, then Jamie’s your guy.

The pictures Jamie sends can often be… explicit.  If he’s whacking one off then you’d better accept that you’re getting a picture of it, possibly without warning, and that’s that. He likes to feel like you’re involved in that kind of stuff even if you’re not physically present.

He’s a total switch in bed – though I do think it would depend a lot on his partners personality. Jamie is nothing if not adaptable. He can definitely do dominant if he’s in the mood or if his partner is submissive. It’s a huge turn on for him when his partner takes control in sex, though.

He especially likes a little bit of rough and tumble in bed. Fighting each other for dominance type beat. His partner being on equal footing with him is just as sexy as it is for him being dominated/doing the dominating. Very playful, very physical. And he definitely bites. A lot.

He’s got so much excessive energy that it can be slightly exhaustive. There’s three main avenues to which he tends to direct this manic energy: tinkering with his scrap and weaponry, talking for the whole of Oz (and then some), and of course, sex/masturbation.

If he’s especially hyper and you want the guy to calm down a bit, sex is a great way to tucker him out. He’s almost always down for a bit of fooling around and sleeps like a log afterwards.

Personally, I don’t think Jamie’s got a ton of sexual nor romantic experience. He might’ve fooled around here and there back in Junkertown when he was younger – but he’s never had a serious relationship. Though what he lacks in experience he more than makes up for in overwhelming eagerness.

He’s not afraid to try anything. Really, it’s hard to find something he isn’t down for. As long as you’re game too, then he’ll probably be agreeable to giving it a go.

His oral game is crazy. (have you seen that tongue!?)

Alright, he hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing but dude is giving it his all and then some! He’s very unafraid of giving oral and actually finds it pretty fun. He’s messy with it, but so eager and attentive that it doesn’t take long for him to get pretty fucking good at it. After a while he becomes an expert at making you cum with his mouth.

Downright feral when he fucks. When I said he was animalistic I meant it. A lot of stamina, speed, and power behind his thrusts.

Short refractory period. Doesn’t take long for him to get hard again and before you know it, he’s grinding on your ass and trying to mount you like the absolute sex goblin that he is – till he finally exhausts himself and passes out for the night.

His prosthetic leg gives him a bit of trouble when he’s being intimate sometimes, so he appreciates it if you can take the reins and be on top every now and again. Takes him a while to remove the ol’ peg leg in bed with you. He has to be really comfortable in the relationship because it’s sort of an insecurity for him.

[peachymilkandcream]

The Truth About Your Mother|Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I wanted to do a oneshot with older Levi and his grown kids. I've been brainrotting about how they would interact with their parents and their father's ways. Let me know if I should do a part 2 with the story! (Because it got really long for build up lmao))

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi's children were his pride and joy, after all he had put Evelyn through in the end she had blessed him with seven children. Four strapping boys and three beautiful girls. Furlan and Isabel were nearly grown now, and the twins Kenneth and Erwin were old enough to have a mind of their own.

Each of his children lived up to their namesakes, named after those he both loved and hated simply because of the person who carried the name before them. He wanted each of his children to embody the strength and spirit of those who they named them after. Although after the first few, he ran out of noble people to name his children after, leaving him with one Julien, and his youngest daughter Maria, named after the mission that brought him his wife and the greatest honor he had ever recieved.

Growing up they had a strict regime in order to become just like their father in all things. He wanted these brats to be a legacy for him. To have anyone who came in contact with one of them know they were Ackermans. When they succeeded he rewarded them greatly. Many a nobleman's child envied the lavish birthday parties and Christmas celebrations Levi gave.

They all grew up to respect and adore their father. Able to tell him anything and receive sound advice, as well as affection. He rarely raised his hand towards them, and when he did they knew why they had deserved it.

However they never knew the truth about their mother's history. Or how she was treated.

After her return to the manor, what Levi ingrained Furlan into remembering as "Mama's big mistake", was the last time she defied Levi. Soon her attitude became like his, and therefore like her children. The town's people bitterly nicknamed it the "Ackerman arrogance", when the dark hair and cold eyes of that family entered the vicinity, all knew to watch out or be cut down with their influence and sharp tongue.

Evelyn was more nurturing and caring than Levi, and left all the discipline to him. However the children still favored their father, since it was his instruction and wallet that gave them all their heart's content.

Levi never beat or even yelled at his wife in front of their kids, determined to show himself in the best light to them. But they were all warned to let Papa know if Mama was trying to disobey him.

He had carefully constructed his life so his children would never know the terrible secret.

At least he thought.

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Furlan had been Erwin Smith's personal assistant since he was old enough to be. Having the lessons of the military beaten into him he didn't have to go to basic training. But that didn't mean he didn't catch onto the other's looks of envy and annoyance seeing such a young cadet get such a valued position.

While he sat typing up the notes from the Commander's last meeting he couldn't help but notice today Erwin staring at him.

"Is something wrong, sir?"

Erwin shakes his head. "Nothing really. I just can't get over how much you look like Levi."

Furlan offers the slightest smile. "Thank you sir, that means a lot."

"How is the old bastard getting on? We've both been so busy friendly chats are out of the question."

"As well as he can be. I don't think he'll ever shake that limp and his cane, I've never seen him without it since I was born. But he's the same Levi, in fact I think my siblings help keep him and Mother young."

Erwin scoffs. "Of course. Nothing can touch the unkillable soldier."

Furlan detects the bitterness in his voice. "Sir? Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it."

"Do you not like my father? I know my brother is named after you but it still seems like you don't like him."

"I respect that he knows how to play the game. I respect his judgement and his skills. But no, I'm not particularly fond of him."

"Can I ask why?"

"Ask him for the truth about your Mother, about how he got her to marry him."

"Sir-"

"If you want the truth, then you'll have to suck it up and demand it yourself. He's been lying to you all for years."

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"And that's what he said Father." Furlan had gathered the oldest four siblings, him, Kenneth, Isabel, and Erwin all together to hear what Levi had to say. The little ones didn't need to hear this, especially if it was what he feared.

Levi taps his cigarette into the waiting tray. "So you think your old man has been lying to you. My own brats don't trust me."

Isabel is quick for damage control. "Please Father, you know we're not accusing you of anything. We just want to know the truth."

Levi pats her head, taking a moment and sighing. "Very well. I think you should all have a seat.

[leviathans-watching]

Hi!!! Could you write a mammon x reader piece where he and mc meet at a Royal ball and dance together and stuff? Pure fluff! Thanks <3

dancing with mammon at the royal ball

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ough this is going to be my brainrot for the next few days, i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come stop by!

please reblog (or else /j)

“sir mammon, at your service.” the handsome man in front of you bows, and you introduce yourself, returning the formality.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” you say. “i must give you my thanks for the protection you provide this country, as without you knights this nation would have probably fallen to ruins. i am from the countryside, and quite sheltered to ways of the palace, but i still know of all the good the battalions have done.”

sir mammon laughs. “it is my pleasure, so no thanks are needed. being out and actually helping sure beats sitting around in an office.”

“an office? were you an assistant before becoming a knight?”

“something like that,” he answers vaguely.

“what was it like, working in the palace? i am to become the new financial manager and must admit to being somewhat nervous.”

he looks at you with surprise, then a small smile appears on his face. “well, i have to imagine you’ll be working with the princes, so i’d guess quite busy. i’ve heard they’re a handful.”

before you can speak more, the orchestra begins to prep for the next set and he straightens. “if you do not have a partner lined up, may i have this dance?”

“you may,” you reply cordially, holding out your gloved hand. hopefully, he thinks the flush on your cheeks is due to mere excitement for dancing rather than to your specific partner.

you join the line of couples entering the floor, and after a moment, the piece begins. you’re no bad dancer, but he truly puts you to shame. his form is impeccable, his steps neat and clean, and his manner the most cordial and charming.

“you are quite talented at dancing, sir,” you exclaim as he spins you, and he smiles.

“your praise flatters me.”

“oh, it is no praise,” you argue with a laugh, “but the mere truth! your skill far surpasses any of my previous partners.”  

“have there been many?” he asks. “previous partners, i mean.”

“a fair amount,” you admit, seeing no need to play coy; such a handsome man as himself would likely have a queue of his own. “many a man has tried his hand at being my dance partner in hopes of securing something more permanent. but alas, i’m not looking for marriage so they’ve never been successful.”

“i see,” sir mammon replies. “i will choose to be grateful for that, as it were. had you been looking for marriage we may never have had this chance to dance.”

“now who’s the flatterer?” you ask, raising a brow, and his grin is dazzling.

“i only speak the truth,” he says, repeating your previous words back to you. “for you are one of the most attractive partners i have ever had the pleasure of dancing with.”

his blue eyes are intent upon yours, and with a small gasp you look away. he does not press, merely continuing to lead you through the steps. his hands are strong and broad, gloved as they are, and you can see the strength wired into his arms, shoulders, and back as he moves, not at all hidden by the smart cut of his suit.

the set comes to a regretable end.

“too soon,” sir mammon murmers, giving you a rougish look as he bows. “i would ask you for another go, but i fear that would be horribly improper of me. would hate to give all of those hoping for a chance with you the wrong idea.”

“that’s probably the smart choice,” you say, wishing for once you could let go enough to act stupid. “i wish you a good rest of the ball, sir mammon.”

taking your hand in his, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, warm even through the fabric separting his skin from yours. you shiver. “you as well. enjoy your time in the city.”

it’s not until later, when the seven princes are announced and you hear a familiar name, do you realize just who you were dancing with. prince mammon, apparently famed for his skill on the battlefield and praised for his hands-on contribution to the war is second in line to the throne behind prince lucifer.

somehow, his eyes find yours in the crowd. he gives you a quick wink and you know with sudden, concrete surety, you’ll be seeing quite a bit of the princes as he’d predicted, and with any luck, a good deal of the second prince whilst completing your duties as the financial manager.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Saw a post about how disappointing it is that Marinette never asked Adrien out (accurate) and had a thought: is Kagami the only girl who ever asks a guy out? Because I think she is and, if so, then yikes.

For a "feminist" show, it's certainly a choice to have a girl ask out a guy and have him accept just because he wants to move on/be loved. I remember being told to not ask guys out for exactly that reason. "He'll only say yes because he thinks you're easy" and stuff like that. This isn't a gender specific behavior, anyone can enter a relationship for "the wrong" reasons, but the stereotype is heavily gendered and Kagami is the only girl who ever got the guts to break the standard "guys ask the girls" mold, which is why Adrigami's writing is an issue. If your single piece of representation fits some very negative stereotypes, then you done goofed. Unless you're trying to teach little girls to never ask a guy out?

These are all of the hetero relationships that I can think of where we basically see the couple get together:

Ivan and Mylene - Ivan asks her out/writers her a song, longest lasting teen couple in the show. Consistently depicted as loving, supportive, and healthy.

Luka and Marinette - Luka asks her out and Marinette legitimately tries to date him/get over Adrien. Luka is incredibly supportive and understanding of the fact that she likes him, but still has Adrien brainrot. They probably would have stayed together if not for the Ladybug thing.

Adrien and Marinette - Adrien asks her out in Chat Blanc, Ephemeral, and the Kwami's Choice, each of which results in a relationship. The first two seemed healthy and loving and the writers sure seem to think that the current one is, too. Marinette obviously tries to ask him out a lot, but never manages to do it, so we don't know how that would have gone.

Nino and Alya - unclear, possibly mutual, but Alya certainly didn't ask him and their relationship is reasonably solid, ignoring Nino's terrible writing in season 5 which is clearly not meant to be seen as the lead-in to a breakup (good boyfriends do not reveal their girlfriend's secret identities unless they have a very good reason to do so!)

Kagami and Adrien - Kagami has to do all the work for their dates and Adrien continues to flirt with Ladybug in a non-playful, I'm-still-totally-interested way as opposed to the playful flirting he does with characters like Rena Rouge and Purple Tigress. He canonically only thinks about Kagami when Ladybug isn't available. I think it's fair to say that this relationship wouldn't have lasted even if Chat Noir wasn't a thing and Adrien just had a crush on a civilian. I don't think I've seen anyone who was happy with how Adrien was written here. Same goes for Kagami who suddenly only like her image of Adrien and not the real person, a thing that came from nowhere as far as I can tell. It also gets abandoned real quick with Kagami's crush returning in season five and her being one of the only people who can see that Adrien is sad during the season four final.

Felix and Kagami - does kidnapping count as asking someone out? I guess it does in this show, in which case, Felix did the asking. He certainly was the only one who confessed! They're our dramatic thespian couple who will do anything to be together because they love each other that much. I think they're here to stay, so it's a good thing that Kagami learned to wait for the man to ask. Now she can have her happily ever after!

[talkingteardrop]

INSANE RUBY AU BRAINROT IS BACK CHAT

Insane roobee Icys pov

Freesmart used to be a decently large alliance, the four main members, Pencil, Match, Bubble, and Ruby. Then the alternates, me and Book. Our team had gotten better as we got older, Pencil and Match got less..overbearing.. and included me and book more! However one day..ruby stopped showing up as often..then one day. She finally showed up again. But..she wasn't there to mingle..she was there to murder.. She killed pencil. Right in front of me.. so i ran, i warned the others about ruby.. Then the next day, match was dead.. A week later only me and book remained alive..ruby killed bubble.. We were walking back to our base, when i hear footsteps. I started running, book following my lead and also started to run. I opened the door and waited for book to enter the code 3-28-06 We both rushed inside and book closed and locked the door, just as ruby made it to the door. I ran to a little spot i had made to hide and slid in, its too small of a gap for anyone else who isnt skinny or flexible to get in, so book can get in is she crawls in, which she did, also pulling a block over the gap so ruby didn't know where we were..

“Where are you.~” i called out to my teammates. “Come out come out wherever you are~” no response. I looked around, nobody was nearby. But i knew they were here. I watched them run into the house. So i walked upstairs. And stayed silent.. “Think she left..?” I heard book whisper, so i waled to the whisper. They were under the bed. Behind a block, so i tugged the block away, causing them to scream in fear. However I couldn’t fit into where they were hidden, but I managed to grab book by the leg. But as i grabbed her leg… It went dark.

I did it. I knocked her out. She wont hurt my gf anymore. I grabbed ruby by the legs and dragged her outside, tossing her into the forest, deep in the forest, so she’d need to spend a while navigating her way out. And i went back into the house, holding my hand out for my gf to grab, she held her leg out upon seeing it was me and i grabbed her leg and slid her out, hugging her close. Book crawled out after i’d taken icy out. I then walked to my house, with book following closely behind me. I just sighed and hugged icy close, not paying attention to book until i heard her speak up. “Hey bottle, you okay?” She asked me. “Wha- hm-? Oh, yeah..im fine..just..dunno why rubys been doing this to you guys..” i mumbled. Book nodded as we entered my house and i sat icy onto the couch.

TBA..

[eggtartz]

Kakucho meeting his childhood friend. And I'm not talking about Izana, but remember when Kakucho met Takemichi before when the were kids? Let's just say that he also met Y/n before meeting Izana.

And so she meets him again because she was looking for her cousin who turned out to be a Tenjiku member, he was fighting some guys from the rivaling gang and so she finally found him in the middle of the fight, so she stepped in and beat up a lot of guys and started dragging him out of there.

She was so gorgeous and strong and everyone was looking at her shocked by her strength and how gorgeous see was, and so then she spots Kakucho and realized who he was, so then he remembers her and the others start to feel jealous that she knows him. ;)

a/n : thankyou for requesting anon and enjoy this kakucho brainrot of mine 🫶🏻

summary : meeting kakucho when he's older was way more different than you imagined

happily swinging, children laughs could be heard from the neighborhood. "no fair kaku-chan! you're stronger than me of course you'd win"

"then that means you'll have to be stronger than me y/n. ooh it's the ice cream man c'mon!" you two ran after the ice cream man and the memories became a little bit clear now since you've returned to the neighborhood you grew up in. back then, you had to transfer school suddenly and didn't had the chance to tell kakucho so you basically disappeared. but never in your life, you forgot about him. you tried a few times to return but your parents forbids you to, saying the neighborhood has became a deliquent's playground.

even your cousin that lived nearby has became a deliquent according to your parents.

now you finally came back to the place, the place that holds so many memories most of them with the scarred boy.

"on one condition y/n, go and look for your cousin. if he's there at least he can fight bad guys from you" your parents said. for the few past years, you have been wondering how kakucho would look like. he must be taller now right? huh, he might not even remember me you thought. deep in your thoughts, you dragged your baggage and knocked on your cousin's doorstep. he wasn't home so you entered anyway, him telling you before he would home late at night so make yourself at home.

you took off the annoying cardigan and took a shower after placing the bags and belongings in the vacant (and hopefully) clean room. you and your cousin has always been close, you two being the only one who has the same age in the family. after showering, you take new clothes from your bag and wore them. you put on some sunscreen and wore your sneakers before heading out into the streets that you've become familiar with.

strolling through the streets, you walked pass your old home where someone else has moved in. you stopped for a moment but kept walking just to reminisce the old memories you hold dear to your heart.

"asshole c'mon it's not hard to follow us isn't it?"

"tenjiku member my ass, you're too weak man"

you heard loud shoutings came from the alley nearby, hesitantly you peeked through the walls and saw huge men towering some more men who were on the ground. your eyes widened a bit more when you spotted your cousin, all bloody on the ground. out of instinct you came out from your hiding "oi, what do you think you're doing?"

"y/n? y/n goddamnit i told you i'd be back didn't i?"

"yeah come back all bloody and dying like that? what would aunt say huh? want me to spread this to the family group chat or what?"

"oi girl. you're not supposed to be here you know? these streets aren't made for you" one of the men said while slowly approaching you, you stand on your ground and grabbed the wrench you saw nearby. "shut up will you?" you swinged the wrench to his head, his head now bloody and the wrench flying across the alley. the remaining men was startled but wasted no time to tackle you. you tripped the trash can so they stepped on in and slipped.

you stomped on their groin areas and they both winced in pain, clutching their below regions. sighing you told your cousin's friends to go home and treat the wounds while you tried supporting your cousin's weight by slinging his arm on your shoulder.

hearing another commotion, you thought the guys bought more of their members but you were surprised that the men that caused the commotion was wearing a red coat, the symbol of a ying yang and written tenjiku underneath it.

the same coat your cousin was wearing. more surprising, you saw those mismatched eyes staring back at you. "k-kaku?"

"y/n? y/n is that you?" you wanted to drop your cousin and run towards kakucho to hug him but you thought that would be inappropriate since you two haven't seen each other in so long. some of his friends kicked the men on the ground, them still wincing

"what the hell? did you do this miss?" one guy who had braided hair asked you. you nodded.

"you know her kakucho?" the white haired man asked kakucho while inspecting the rivalry members. "yes izana" he replied still staring at you. "well, miss. this your brother?" he gestured to your cousin.

"she's my cousin izana, im truly sorry. this is embarrassing that me a fellow tenjiku member got beaten up by-"

"no, no. it's fine. you just need to train more if that's the case. im sure one of our heavenly kings won't mind to do that do they?" the white haired man, or izana said while slightly looking back.

"now you miss, can we help you and send both of you home?" he said and you quickly nodded. in the car, you shared the same car as izana and kakucho. you were in front while izana and your cousin was at the back seat. "so kakucho? i wanted to ask how are you but i think it's really rough that you're in a gang now?"

"tch y/n what's with the formality? we've been friends for years, drop it"

"yeah we haven't seen each other for years too" the car went silent after that. guilt washed over you. "im sorry kaku, i left you." you lowered your head and tears started to swell that is until kakucho took your hand and kissed it.

"i could care less about that now, you're here now are you not? that's the only thing that matters to me" he stated while his eyes was still on the road, you shyly looked away and you swore you thought you caught a glimpse of izana smirking.

arriving at your cousin's house, he went to his room while you went back to kakucho, intending to talk more about him but you stopped. he's in a gang now, a powerful one at that he must busy isn't he?

"y/n? can we talk?" he said snapping you out of your endless monologue. he patted the space on the sofa beside him and you sat there. minutes passed by and neither of you said anything. "im sorry. you must be surprised to see me like this" he said, still averting his gaze.

"what? no, that's not it. it's just that, i feel so bad that i left you just like that and come back without feeling guilty whatsoever like this. makes me feel like im a bad person or something" you said, swiping your palms againts your shirt as it got sweatier.

"but you came back. if you were a bad person, you'd never come back y/n" he looked up and watched your face that he missed so, so much. he was crushed the day you changed schools. he thought the teacher that informed that was joking but when he went to your house, it was already empty the "for sale" sign on the gates. he never blamed you because he knew, you'll come back so until that day he would wait for you.

the face he missed so much, the person that has carved so many memories in his memory is right in front of him, breathing. "if you feel bad could you do this one favor for me then?" he tried to lift up the mood. your teary eyes looked at him and you nodded aggressively.

"go on date with me" he said while piercing your eyes with his. you turned away as his stare got intense, so with a blush you said "y-yeah sure". he ecstatically kissed the top of your head and hugged you while you hugged him back.

meanwhile outside,

"KAKU-CHAN?!" ran accidently yelled when izana told him and the others that you called him that. "im gonna call him that from now on no one can stop me" rindou stepped in, excited to tease the man. "yeah kaku would kill you first before you get to call him that" mochi butted in the conversation.

then they collectively peeked through the window and saw you there were hugging and said a long "aw" while izana smirked softly, finally kaku. you found her. he thought.

[blueingenuefics]

"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 1

YA'LL I POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG BLOG LMAO

please go to @blue--ingenue for future chapters/updates

Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: i have been diagnosed with quidditch player!Sebastian brainrot, and i'm about to make it everyone's problem. cue angst, mutual pining, fluff, and (eventually) a happy ending

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Your heels clicked across smooth marble as you strode to the Great Hall, arm-in-arm with Natty and Poppy. The heavy double doors were thrown open revealing hundreds of students embracing and chatting away. Although your robes were a rich scarlet, your gaze cut immediately to the sea of green, searching in vain for a head of chestnut curls. Observant as ever, Natty noted the anxious flick of your eyes and ribbed you, playfully.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s saving you a seat already,” she teased.

Distracted, you continued to sweep your gaze over the animated crowd. “Who?” you asked, your expression indicating that your attention was nowhere near the conversation at hand. Natty and Poppy shared a knowing look and unhooked their arms from yours. This seemed to finally be enough to pause your search. “Where are the two of you headed? We can still sit together until Headmaster Black begins the sorting,” you inquired.

“Natty and I have a few people we’d love to catch up with before then,” Poppy explained. A smile, one you had only ever seen when Natty was about to strike at Crossed Wands, formed as she added, “And I’m sure Sebastian is more than eager to see you again.”

And with that your friends stepped into the crowd and disappeared from sight. You decided to brush off their odd demeanors and made a beeline for the Slytherin table. Your gaze flicked from face to face, searching for storm-blue eyes and the head of brown locks that were never far away from them. You were nearing the end of the table, only a few seats left between yourself and the faculty seating, when a familiar pulse of light caught your eye.

“You aren’t rushing about on another of your adventures, are you? Term has barely begun,” the owner laughed. You blinked twice to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you before you registered that the young man speaking was none other than Ominis Gaunt.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, embracing him with enough force that a puff of air left his lips. His enthusiasm matches yours as he huffs out your name, his voice muffled by your vise-like hug. The two of you catch up on your respective summers. Ominis doesn’t have much to say regarding his family, and you don’t press him for more. Returning to the Gaunt manor always takes its toll on Ominis, especially over the summer. You regale him with tales of star-charting and researching ancient magic. You had read nearly every written text on the subject before deciding to do a bit of research on your own. Ominis laughs, and you make a noise of confusion. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“You know you sound just like him. And before you ask, no, I have not yet had the chance to speak with him,” he declares. You could feign ignorance with Natty and Poppy (with varying results), but never with Ominis. He’d been the first to catch onto your feelings for his best friend and had since become your confidant. Before you can reply the candlelight shines upon a familiar shade of chestnut. Anne’s hair is pulled up into its usual bun and she adjusts it as she takes her first steps back into the Great Hall. She looks ecstatic, more stars in her eyes than you’ve seen in all the first-years combined. She spots you and Ominis and breaks into a grin that takes over her whole countenance. She immediately slides and weaves between students before crashing into Ominis with the same brute strength you had embraced him with just minutes ago. A figure leans against the door, his impossibly loving gaze following Anne’s warpath through the crowd. You inhale sharply as Sebastian Sallow comes fully into focus. He looks so different, and yet so unmistakably Sebastian. The light of a thousand flickering candles grace his features. ‘Solid’ is the only word you can think of to describe his transformation. He’d spurted at least six inches over the summer and you can’t help but notice the way he fills out his uniform. Even from here you can see the corded muscle of his forearms flex as he rolls his sleeves to his elbows. He looks about the hall, and his searching gaze is not unlike the one you expressed upon arriving. Your eyes meet, and even from across the hall you can see his shoulders sag in relief. 

You had caught him asleep in the Undercroft once, one arm dangling over the couch as the other clutched a weathered novel to his chest. It was Pride and Prejudice, a muggle romance that you had since read cover-to-cover. Between one beat and the next you feel as though every loving word spoken between those pages sings through your blood. Elation flares from your chest and a few arcs of blue lightning crackle from your hands. Sebastian pushes through the crowd to get to you. His strength allows him to cut through the throng like a knife through warm butter and heat blossoms somewhere entirely different. He stops just short of you and you shoot from the bench, crossing the remaining few steps to your best friend. You raise your arms, not sure if you’re intending to hug him, but certain that you need to hold him. He makes it to you first. Just as you’re about to reach forward he captures your hands with the gentlest of grips and just- holds you. His hands have always been larger than yours, but with his proximity and the warmth radiating from his toned physique you’re struck by just how much he’s grown. Purely on instinct you fold your hands over his, relaxing into his grip. 

“Hey you,” he smiles, gazing at you with an intensity you’ve only ever seen him sport while dueling. 

“Hi,” you reply, eloquently. You feel giddy with happiness and you’re sure that your cheeks are flushing a deep crimson to match your robes. His right hand drifts toward the lock of hair that has fallen into your face and your breath catches at the proximity. His eyes are far away, yet determined. You tilt your head, ready to lean into his touch, when his hand makes an aborted motion and he scratches his head. Sebastian clears his throat and releases your hands, taking a step back. 

“It’s ah- It’s good to see you,” he says sincerely. You feel a familiar wave of disappointment roll over you. Whatever had charged the air between you mere moments ago dissipated instantly. “It’s good to see you, too,” you muster. You open your mouth to say something, but are cut off by Headmaster Black calling for the sorting to begin. You glance sheepishly at Sebastian before heading back to the Gryffindor table to sit with Natty. From across the hall, you swear you can almost feel his gaze on you. Turning your attention to the podium, you sigh. This was going to be an interesting year.

[spideyladman]

For the blorbo bingo:

Azazello >:3

HERE!!!!!!

[Start ID] A BINGO card. There are two completed bingos on them and the ones that are marked in 50% opacity are "I can fix them. They need me," "Most fandom takes are incorrect" with a side note that says "Though there barely are any-", "There's probably a deep seated reason I love them", "Don't typically discuss irl because" and top of it it's rewritten in MLP Bold Font saying "Class is gonna go loco," "Has done nothing wrong (is a war criminal)" with a side note that says "Sometimes-", "Unwillingly have come around to them" with a side note that says in Capital letters "I DON'T KNOW HOW IT CAME TO BE-", "Need them to crack my spine like a crawfish and slurp out my insides", "Projection has entered the chat", "Free Space", "I can make them worse", "They are the white noise in my brain I can't live a normal life anymore," "brainrot", "Biting my fist," "Lost potential" with a side note that says "By the fandom-", "STOP PUTTING THEM INTO SITUATIONS" with a side note that says "Me to my brain lol-", "Need them that is concerning to my well-being," "I'm so normal about them" with a long smiley face emoticon, "Not enough canon/underrated" with a side note that says "By the fandom-"

The ones that are not coloured in are "Writers dropped the ball on them" with a sad emoticon, "There's probably a deep seated reason as to why I hate them," "Actively plotting their demise," "I don't see the appeal," "I'd put them in a woodchipper if given the chance," "Pretty privilege," "Complex and well written. Would skin irl." The writer would mark the first part of the last one but they were tired when making the Bingo card lol.

[End ID]

Sorry it took a while, the dysfunction is not functioning qvq

But yep!! Here 'tis!!! Hope that the fandom can see his potential like you with your Megamind brain-/VPOS

Also I think I accidentally deleted a message of yours from my inbox because of the amount of bots there were in it or because Timblr ated it but the same I tell you about the colours!!! >:3🫵🫵🫵

[hiraya-rawr]

I love you in every universe (Playable AU)

(Diluc x Playable Reader)

note 1 !! unorganized brainrot + short fic for my SAGAU(?) playable reader AU... a star crossed lovers concept.

note 2 !! I am the Player 😌 SLEEP DEPRIVED WORK PLS IM WRITING WHILE HALF DEAD

synopsis !! in which you're a playable character and you fall for another world's Diluc as your Player co-ops with a Diluc-main.

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Imagine being in love with Diluc for as long as you can remember. Unfortunately for you, your Player doesn't have – or seem to want – Diluc at all.

It's not that you're that desperate to have him on the team, your usual company of four was enough! But can you really blame yourself for wanting to travel the entirety of Teyvat, uncovering mysteries and facing dangers with him? You can't help it if he's the first person you think of on a cold night! An adventure would've been a great reason to get closer to him, form a bond, fall in love– at the very least, you just want to spent time with him.

Regardless, you've given up on ever adventuring with Diluc. It's not a guarantee that you'd always stay on the team, nor are you hopeful to be on the same party as him with all the different team comps and characters showing up.

So imagine your surprise when you find yourself face to face with Diluc one day.

[Hira is trying to enter your world.]

You notice a label next to your name.

P1 Y/N , it says. Klee, who was excitedly looking at the fish of Watatsumi's streams, tilts her head in wonder as your two other companions glitch away, only to be replaced by a different pair.

"It's the grumpy adult!" Klee squeaks, half in excitement and half in shock, "And big sister Barbara!"

"Hello Klee!" Barbara waves at the little girl. Diluc raises an eyebrow, slightly confused by the nickname before coughing into his hand. He faces you with a neutral expression. Your breath hitches in your throat.

""Hi, you must be Player 1 (Y/N) and Klee. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Diluc in Watatsumi Island looked a little out of place, a complete change from the usual Tavern and Winery you usually see him in, yet there he was – bright red hair and dark garbs contrasting the pastel backdrop.

"Ah y-yes! And you must be Player 2 Diluc and Barbara. It's nice to meet you as well." You offer your hand out to shake his, a firm grip that's warm and steady. Up close, he looks everything like the Diluc you knew from your world. The one you could only watch from afar or chat with as your bartender.

'That's because he is Diluc, you idiot' you berate.

"Hello! We look forward to working with you two," Barbara chirps next to Diluc, a wide smile on her face, "Oh especially you! Our Player doesn't actually have a (Y/N) yet, so we've never got to see what you could do."

Ah, pressure. The pressure to impress your crush.

You laugh nervously, trying to brush it off that you're simply a sub-DPS. Maybe even a support, with your Player not fully building you to your potential yet.

"It's alright, we don't need to exert ourselves too much. It seems like we're only doing commissions today anyway so. . ." Diluc offers you a small smile. The type he'd usually give in galas for the sake of being courteous, "I look forward to working with you."

What you all initially thought was a chance meeting turned into many more meetings. Your Player was religiously doing their commissions with this same person, making you meet Diluc (along with other members of his team) a lot more than you thought.

And with that came your dream of adventuring with him. From going deep into the Chasm and solving puzzles in Enkanomiya, to simple daily tasks like delivering food, your silly crush started to develop into something more legitimate.

And after nights of enjoying each others company, star-gazing, fighting bosses, and going on death-defying adventures— he falls for you.

Another world's Diluc Ragnvindr falls in love with you all the while you're desperately seeking to be something more with your own world's Diluc.

Neither of you wanted to admit to your feelings at first, there's always a sort of taboo in interacting with someone outside your world. To the Playables to Teyvat, it's an unspoken rule to keep a professional, almost business-like relationship with outworlders. After all, who needs a "replica" when you have your own "original" in your world?

Except, you can't exactly find comfort in that when your Diluc barely sees anything more than an acquaintance in you.

Imagine spending days, weeks with 2P Diluc. He's charming, lovable, treats you oh-so-preciously. He tells you about his hopes, his father, his troubles, and you tell him about yours.

He kisses you under starry nights, wraps one arm around you and gazes into your eyes before waiting for the co-op to end for the day.

When it does, you head back to Mondstadt, to the taverns, to the bar, and to see your Diluc nod at you in acknowledgment as you take your seat.

In a way, it's almost heartbreaking. Perhaps if he were given the same opportunity to travel with you, perhaps if you confessed now or hinted at it, he would be more aware of you?

But the thought of telling him "You'll love me if you just give me a chance" reeks of desperation.

"You know. . . The Player has been co-oping Klee and I with a Diluc-main lately." You casually say, tipping your drink of choice side to side as you lean over the bar.

"Oh? How was it?" Diluc preps at the espresso machine, his back turned away from you.

"Well, you certainly suit a DPS role. And commissions get done far faster than usual," only because you and Diluc wanted to spend more time traveling and doing story quests, but you don't need to mention that.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear my. . . ahem, counterpart has been helpful." He turns to you, sliding you a glass of water. You bite your lip nervously.

"We get along well, you know?" You start, eyes looking down on the bar top, "2P Diluc, I mean. I've learned a little bit more about you through him." Like how your hair's a bird's nest every morning, or your soft spot for children and fat dogs.

Diluc seems to nod at you thoughtfully, "Is that so. . . well, I suppose adventures do form that kind of bond." He chuckles, "That's nice to know."

"It would be great if we could adventure as well," You laugh into your hand, looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head no.

"One Diluc is enough. I don't think I'm needed as a Playable, but do enjoy your travels."

Ah. Shot missed.

note 3 !! plot twist is DPS Barbara. and I honestly think Diluc and Barbara would get along so well in a team?? I have them together sometimes and they just both have goody two shoes vibes so they'd work well on an adventure

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Omori: New Neighbors

"Mikhael has new neighbors! Too bad he doesn't want to meet them."

So, I had this idea of what if Sunny and Mari ended up with a completely different friend group, specifically the hooligan kids (y'know, BEFORE they were the hooligans). Y'know; Kim, Vance, Mikhael/The Maverick, Angel, Charlie. I thought that would be an interesting idea... And besides I can throw in the bread twins for free they come with Mikhael thus they are now in the friend group. Yippee.

So I wrote a little thing down here. :D I don't know if I'll actually keep going with this?? We'll see how far the brainrot reaches or if it reaches at all.

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Mikhael didn’t want to meet the new neighbors.

So what if some random family decided to move into the house next to theirs? They didn’t need to congratulate them with a pie. A pie Mikhael could be eating instead. The least his parents and siblings could have done was at least let him stay home while they said their greetings, but no. Apparently he had to come. To be polite. 

The newly inhabited house had been on sale for as long as Mikhael could remember. Every morning, on his way to school, he’d step outside and see it. A bland blue roof, a bland blue door, a rickety birdhouse right up front.

No longer would the house sit dormant and lonely. Movers spent all day yesterday coming in and out of the house like worker ants. When Mikhael caught his older siblings, Daphne and Bowen, watching the movers go about their business, he couldn’t help but take a peek. They looked to have somewhat expensive items. A rich family, maybe? Despite what he thought… the people who answered the blue house’s door didn’t look like anything special.

A girl about his brother and sister’s age answered the door. Long black hair, green plaid sweater vest. She was polite. She called her mom to the door; a somewhat stout woman with curled auburn hair. Immediately the parents engaged in conversation. Mikhael grumbled. He was going to be here for a while, wasn’t he?

The 10 year old big kids seemed comfortable with each other. Despite Daphne’s quiet nature and Bowen’s tendency to not speak, the new girl whom Mikhael overheard was Mari didn’t mind at all. She didn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary. She adapted to their quirks with no problem and spoke to them as if this wasn’t the first time they met.

Between the parents and the big kids, there was too much talking.

In Mikhael’s efforts to look to find something to keep his mind busy, he noticed an eavesdropper to the several conversations. A boy with short black hair hid behind his mother. He was staring at him. It wasn’t necessarily creepy but… Mikhael felt like he was being judged. Observed. 

“Quit staring at me, weirdo,” Mikhael thought to himself.

It wasn’t long before others noticed the staring boy.

“Oh, Sunny!” The auburn lady said, patting her son's head. “These are our neighbors. They own a bakery. Isn’t that neat?” 

The boy’s expression heightened a little. Surprise? He wasn’t easy for Mikhael to read. He wasn’t expressionless, just very neutral.

“Mikhael,” said Mom, pushing Mikhael ahead. “Why don’t you go play with Sunny?”

Mikhael scowled. 

“Go on, he’s your age. Go play.”

The boys entered the house. It was the first time Mikhael had ever gone inside. It wasn’t completely furnished yet so it still had the slight echo of emptiness. A man’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, seemingly speaking to no one. It was most likely a phone conversation.

Mikhael shuffled awkwardly on the cream carpet. This “Sunny” boy was just staring at him. Mikhael rolled his eyes. He seemed to have a similar quiet nature like his siblings. 

“So. Uh.” Mikhael sputtered.

“Where’d you move here from? Farther City? Or Near Port?”

Sunny looked down at his feet shyly, “...Um… Nowhere around here… Somora Town…”

“Never heard of it.” Mikhael tilted his head slightly.  

"...Okay…"

The two stood in silence. Awkward. The parents laughed outside and continued chatting. 

"... Moms and dads talk a lot…" Sunny sighed. 

"I know, right?!" Mikhael agreed in exasperation. Finally, a conversation topic, and one that Mikhael is glad someone understands his frustration.

"Like, I'll get dragged to the store or we'll be walking somewhere and mom will find someone she knows and they'll start talking and talking and talking and she just kinda completely forgets I'm there! My feet are tired from standing next to her and she's talking about super boring stuff-" 

As Mikhael ranted and grumbled about parental frustrations, he noticed how Sunny just listened to him. He continued to stare, but he looked thoughtful. He was giving Mikhael his full attention. He was completely absorbed by his words. 

"You're a good listener," Mikhael smiled. Sunny almost looked confused. "You don't talk lots, do you?" The pale boy shook his head. 

"Well, that's okay. I like having people listen to me!" 

Sunny squinted his eyes. He looked slightly judgemental. 

"Anyway," Mikhael found himself slipping out of his sour mood. He felt more comfortable around Sunny now. He wasn't so bad. 

"Do you watch Dragon Ball Z?" 

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The afternoon was eaten up by talk of cartoons and comic books. The two spent their time in Sunny's new room pulling toys out of moving boxes. With blankets tied around their necks as capes, they set up an adventure story that Mikhael narrated. They ran around the house bumping into walls and hitting each other with pillows. It really felt like he was the hero and Sunny was his meek sidekick.

Unfortunately, their fantasy world was torn away by the cold hands of reality when Mikhael's mother said it was time to go home.

"What?! Five more minutes!" Mikhael pleaded. Sunny looked dejected as he untied his blanket cape.

"Hon, we've got to head home for dinner. Besides, your friend and his family have all sorts of unpacking to do," Mom replied.

…Friend?

Mikhael looked at Sunny. Were they friends now? They had spent the afternoon together and he found that he enjoyed his new neighbors company.

Sunny was a quiet, patient listener. He was passionate about his interests even if he spoke very little. He shared Mikhael's vibrant imagination and ran around with him for a while. They had fun! He could withstand his long rambles and never complained. There was really nothing to complain about when it came to Sunny.

Staring him up and down, Mikhael came to his conclusion.

"Yeah, you're worthy of being my friend," Mikhael grinned as if he had just bestowed the highest honor upon the boy's shoulders. While the mothers laughed at his royal attitude, Sunny smiled wider than he had all day. It wasn't by a lot, but it was a change. 

On the family's short walk back to the house, Mikhael felt pleased. His new neighbors weren't awful. 

For the first time ever, Mikhael couldn't wait to step outside tomorrow and see the bland blue house next to his. 

[husbandohunter]

Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future. 

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

~~xx~~

Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~ 

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7. 

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season. 

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching  the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find. 

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his.  Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate! 

[yandere-mc-yt]

y’ALL TRYNNA MAKE ME SIN 😩😩😩 I just wanna ask you to write out that prompt with psychic darling, techno and chat soooooo bad because it looks so rndmdjskdjdj 🤌🏾 ✨perfect✨ kdndkdkdkdjdjdjd not me having a brainrot 💀☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

It's okay! Lets have brainrot together! Also I hope Techno isn't too ooc, I just think he'd be really repressed and awkward in these kind of situations lmao.

Thermae

Technoblade & Mind Reader GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere Themes, obsessiveness, delusions mentioned, disassociation(?), kidnapping mentioned, Stockholm syndrome implied, animalistic behavior, NSFW, dubcon, size difference, unsafe sex, rough sex, mild painful sex, body worship implied, praise kink, retracted consent, ruined orgasm(?), humiliation kink(?), sex with an audience(?), ooc(?), idk canon inaccuracies probably, gn!deader

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡

pretty!!

EEE E E

shut the hell up some of us want to hear techno think

lovenoblade? technolover? FUCK what are we calling him when he stares at them like that??

shut uuuup

You don't look up from pile of clean clothes you're sifting through, trying to pick out what to wear after your bath. Technoblade staring at you from where he is by the door, not having made a move since he allowed you to enter the room. At least he isn't speaking-

You dropped some rolled up socks. It rolled under the bed and you get on your hands and knees to reach under the bed for it. Suddenly Technoblade is behind you and you yelp cutely-

Suddenly you're moaning softly and bent over on the bed. Your captor's lover's hand is on your hips and he's grinding against you. Your underwear is somehow soaked through and you're whining for Techno to take you. He swiftly tugs off your underwear and-

You look up at Technoblade, who looks back at you, acknowledging your attention. You looked cross. "Just because you're not thinking in words, doesn't mean I can't see what you think, Techno."

OOOOOO

oh noooo lmao

LOL imagine getting caught like that couldn't be us

rip

damn I wanted to see how bad this fantasy would have been

"Sorry-"

"Sorry," Techno says out loud as he takes his eyes off of you. You sigh as you toss the clothes yoy want onto the bed and stuff the rest back into the drawers. You'll fix that later if he doesn't get to it first. At least he had the gall to feel some bit of shame.

You turn your body to him and shrug. "It's whatever.... let's just go take a bath before bed."

You ignore how another brief flash of lewd thoughts and fantastical scenarios pass through his mind as you move past him towards the bathroom he had built for you. You also ignore the teasing from the Chat about how the piglin hybrid's home definently didn't have a place to bathe before and that he is a "stinky pig boy" and "stinknoblade". You didn't want to thank him but you felt like you had no choice because honestly.... he made you a custom bathroom that looked like it belonged in a palace. It had felt rude not to thank him, despite these circumstances.

You inhale the steam of the luxious looking bathroom and put your clothes down on a small side table near the massive walk in tub of hot water. You had moved over to the edge and was going to take off your shirt when the anxious boot clacking of your keeper reminded you that you were unfortunately not alone. You click your tongue back at him as you glance back at him. He looks away like he always does and you practically rip your clothes off before getting in.

He looks again when he doesn't hear the water sloshing around anymore. His expression is unreadable but you can hear what he's thinking.

"So pretty lovely looks soft smells good fuck- cute.... I wonder if you'll like the soap I got this time. Its peonies."

You hum as you sink a bit lower in the water, trying to hide your coloring cheeks.

"Yeah, I think peonies smell good." Technoblade makes a face and you have to swallow your smile. "Thanks- now get in here. I want this to be over with."

He nods mutely as he starts to undress and this time its your turn to look away. You sigh as you feel the water move and flinch when you feel his heat on your backside. He isn't even touching you yet.

ugh why is he waiting for permission again

lol whats with the gentleman act

dude they're literally already used you doing this get it over with

y'all better shut up this is like character development or something

i wanna touch they look all soft agaiiin

oooo yea!! touch them

Omgeee body worship kink??

touch them

TOUCH THEM

You let out a shaky sigh and turn around and make eye contact. He has the soap in one hand and the sponge you like in the other. You stand up in the water and exposed yourself to him. Its incredible difficult to ignore the way his pupils dialate when you're still making eye contact.

HOLY COW

isn't it too warm in here for (Y/N)'s nipples to get hard??

NAKED POG

oh my god You know they're practically begging for it now....

Techno swallows audibly and practically slams the bar of soap into the sponge, making an audible wet noise and aggressively lathers them together, looking away again. It makes you jump a bit but you don't say anything. Neither of you do and you almost prefer it that way. Once the sponge has been violently soaped up enough he starts washing you. You don't move and he doesn't stop on any part pf your upper half. It made you think of those old erotic stories of royalty being bathed by a personal servant. You didn't like it.

.....Right now you really wish you two were capable of being normal. Or that any part of your relationship was.

After your front and back have been scrubbed down, you quickly dip back into the water amd rinse yourself off. You look down at your body in the water and hum as you see another fleeting fantasy go past Technoblade's mind.

You're touching him, hands simply on his chest and pressed close to him. You're looking up at him frightened anxiously for a moment before moving away and wading towards the little shelving around an edge in the bathing pool. You flush as you climb onto it and sit. You spread your legs-

You look up at him for a split moment before looking away. You feel shakey and sick, kind of like you're about to throw up. Your gut twists and you press your thighs together on instinct. Shit.

No.

"No-" You swallow as you completely turn your back to Techno. You hear the water move a bit as you assume he's straightening up, you know he's looking directly at you. He's thinking too fast for you to properly hear his thoughts and you refuse to tune into what the Chat is saying right now.

You need to think-

You're on top of him in one of his blouses. Its so big on you but you like it and you liked the way Techno looked at you when you wore it. Technoblade's hands were on your hip and you scoff becuase you didn't want it there. You flushed a bit and took one of them with your fingers and moved it underneath the blouse to your bare stomach. You could feel the way your lips stretched into a goofy smile when he somehow flushed darker than you and his pupils blew up. It actually made you laugh a little. It felt like a little victory. The hand still on your hip twitched.

"I uh..." You bite your lip between your grin. "I like it when your hands are here. They're so warm and they make me feel good sometimes."

He stares and you can hear his thoughts.

"... Makes me feel safe...... so please..."

You blink back the tears but can't stop the shudder and whimper that comes from that memory. Technoblade stands behind you as you realize where you are now. You're stand before the pool shelving and its like your stomach folds in on itself as you whine and stumble back in the water, bumping into him. You both flinch from the sudden skin to skin contact and you feel the overwhelming urge to start wailing.

Technoblade makes a noise as if he's taking a deep breath and you know its over. You pull away from him as soon as his has touches your shoulder, bumping roughly into the shelving. With a grimace, you climb up onto the shelving and spread your shakey legs.

You can't even catch his thoughts whwn he freezes up and the Chat roars.

Holyshitholyshit holySHIT

BRO???

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE HORNY THOUGHTS LETS GOOOOO

Fuck this is so hot what the fuck fuck babe

The cooler water that resides at the edges splash out of the tub and against your backside from the force of him moving so suddenly. Technoblade makes a noise as he hovers over you. His clawed hands grip the edges of the pool so hard you can hear the wood creak. He doesn't say anything as you try to meet his eyes. Visions of all the ways he wants to fuck you right here flash through his mind and it makes you want to close your legs. You end up pressing your thighs against his and you both gasp.

You bite your lip. "Soap." He blinks dumbly and you almost change your mind about all of this. "The scentless soap," you try to clarify. "I need to prep myself."

The Chat chatters loudly as Techno moved away. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath as he returns to the water and reslots himself between your legs. You take the bottle from him and try to get comfortable as he uncomfortably stares directly at your groin. Already used to this scenario, you tune him out as you pop the bottle open and pour the slick substance onto yourself. You then put the bottle to the side and slide your hand down.

This isn't the first time you've had to stretch yourself (especially since your sexual partner couldn't- not with those sharp fingertips) and far from the first time you've taken the Blade so your fingers slip in with little resistance. You shudder and remind yourself to hate how he ruined you as you skip adding a second finger and go straight for three.

You hear the creak of the wood on the edge of the pool again but ignore looking up or at Technoblade as you keep fingering yourself until you're sure you're done. As soon as your fingers were out, his cock was slapped against your inner thigh. You yelp and look up at him.

He looks down at you as he finally puts his hands on you. You hiss when he drags your ass against the shelving to pull you closer.

"Sorry-" he thinks before opening his mouth to say it out loud, but you interrupt him. You grab him by the forearm as he has your thighs and lean foward a bit, biting your lip. You suck in a breath before letting out a whine.

"Shut the fuck up- stop fucking thinking and fuck me baby."

Being so used to hearing other's people thoughts without tuning them out (even now in these current times with everything Technoblade this accursed SMP has put you through), you aren't prepared to be sp overwhelmed by whatever the hell happens in your captor's head that makes you blackout for a moment. Its like you blink and whatever sexually charged energy you had before is replaced with fear.

Somewhere in the milliseconds after you said those words, Technoblade pushed you back roughly against the shelving and the edge of the pool and was now almost balls deep inside of you. You feel the pain blossoming against the back of your head apart of your back and yelp when you feel him fill you up oh so fucking good.

Its too much.

"Tech-" You make an ugly noise as he thrusts deeper somhow. Fuck- too much.

Whatever you were trying to get out is lost on your tongue as he starts fucking into you with total abandon. Its so good and bad and great and uncomfortable and painful-

The force of his movements rocks you into the edges of the pool and makes the cooled off water splash around and hit you in the face. You've let go of his arms, instead trying to brace yourself against the shelving the best you can with no way to get a proper grip. All you can do is whine and gasp.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry fuck"

"(Y/N)," comes out in a growl and you whimper. You don't know when he leaned closer. Technoblade's tusk scratch the junction between your jaw and neck. You take this opportunity to grab onto him again and moan high.

He rocks hard into you and its so much better now- fuck you can feel every inch of him. It makes you pull yourself closer to him and sob.

"Techno- Techno Techno Techno," he groans low and licks a hot strip against your neck. You breifly wonder if he's licking sweat off or left over water that was dripping down from the bath you were having a few minutes ago. You don't wonder much longer as you feel the twist in your gut from earlier tighten. You sob again.

"No no no no no," you gasp as you hold on tighter and he gets rougher. "Fuck, Techno baby please please please..."

Miraculously, the beast hears your prayers but he doesn't slow down. He pulls back and pushes you away completely. You almost don't catch yourself against the pool's edge. He's still in you for amoment more before pulling out with a wince and you cry out.

You feel dissatisfaction start to replace the lust in your head but its quickly snuffed out when Technoblade grabs you and flips you over on the shelving. He shoves you hard onto your knees with your elbows over the edge as he reenters you from behind and you shout. The change in position, depth and temperature catch you completely off guard and interupts the flow. You don't feel as aroused as you were before. You're sore.

"T-Techno?" You try to turn around to look back at him but he hits something deep inside of you hard. You put a knuckle between your teeth. "Techno? Techno please it hurts now please Techno!"

He gets even rougher and you yelp when your knees hit the wall of the pool. A shadow is cast over you and water from Technoblade's body drips down onto you as he goes full throttle and rails you like this. Fuck.

"Techno Techno Techno please love-" you manage to get out before his thrusts take your voice away. You're belly feels warm again and you sob a bit defeated. You're heads clear again and you cry as your mind races. You can't hear his thoughts properly even now- too jumbled up in the midst of him borderline mindlessly fucking you. You however can hear the Chat clearly once again. It makes your gut twist disgustingly deliciously.

Fuck baby you're doing so good

while crying is sexy can you plz go back to making those cute noises k thanx

they're not enjoying it anymore don't be fucking rude :/

Roughnoblade /neg

(Y/N) oh poor baby they're crying!!

Techno you're being too rough damn bitch

hey you're okay love you're okay plz don't cry....

Gods we're so sorry but you DO look so fucking hot like this

fuck I bet you're going to bruise so nice

Yeah techno is going to be staring at them until they heal up lmao

You bite your lip and just take it until that twisted feeling snaps and you cum like this. Techno rides out your orgasm before you feel him get bigger (or you tightned in discomfort) and he spills into you. You whimper when he pulls out and you feel the hot cum start to slide out of you. Unfortunately for you, your lover doesn't leave you bent over the cold bathing pool's edge like that for howver long you wished to and readjusts your limp form before he finishes cleaning you. You sniffle as he takes ypu out of the water and bundles you up in the softest towel he has.

"It hurt." You said simply and Technoblade glances up at where he was now kneeling by your legs, helping you put on your underwear. He looked almost guilty.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

"G̸̨͍͍̮͙̝͍̲̾͆̌̅̓̾̕Ȏ̵̡̡̳̣̟͕͍͍̘̱͗͝͝Ô̸̪̯̰̅͗͠D̷̟̘̦͕̼͈̻̏͗̋̂̿̔̕͘," he thinks.

You wonder if he still hopes you don't hear him.