#but my brain is focused so hard on two characters i made

[meidiary]

( 📁 ) THEY ENTERTAIN ANOTHER WOMAN FOR TOO LONG

synopsis: instead of them being jealous, this time you are because of their attention being focused on someone else 🤧

characters: zoro, luffy & sanji!

warnings: female terms used in zoro's & sanji's <3, nicknames + swearing, angst for sanji

mei's note: my previous post had an accidental angsty ending for luffy so i'll be posting a happy one soon! <3

⟶ @ahseyy request: ... And i have this idea 🤧 we had that the OP boys are jealous, sooooo obviously we need that Yn is jealous! ...

☆ "they're just friends!" usopp's words kept ringing in your mind as you stare at ZORO and his ex-girlfriend.. you and the rest of the strawhat crew had stopped sailing, planning to settle a bit on the island you came across. oh, how you deeply regret telling luffy that "this seems like a good place for us to stay in and regain our energy!" now you're stuck witnessing this situation play out, having you completely engrossed in it.

☆ usopp, having a sixth sense for drama, immediately noticed the lack of your presence as a result of you spying observing zoro and his ex.

☆ "are you done spying on your boyfriend?" he chuckles seeing your startled expression. "i'm not spying on him! i'm just-" you see her playfully slap his bicep, earning a displeased look on your face. "why is he even speaking to her for so long? it's not like they left at the best terms.." you blurt out, sighing after seeing usopp's sly smirk.

☆ you know he thinks you're an obsessively jealous person, but you can't find it in you to care because there she goes touching him again! the worst of it all is that zoro doesn't seem to be bothered by it.. your eyebrows furrow as you keep witnessing them smiling way too much, standing way too close, being way too touchy, and the worst of all; they're talking way too soft for you to eavesdrop!

"that's it, i'm going over there!" you utter annoyed, dropping the mop you were holding for the past 15 minutes, having made little to no progress at cleaning the ship's floor. usopp, taken aback, dashes to stand in front of you, blocking the exit of the ship. "are you out of your mind? don't you understand you'll be labeled as the most controlling girlfriend ever?! just- sit this confrontation out alright?" he let's out a sigh of relief, feeling he prevented a major fight to go down, not only between you and zoro, but possibly also between you and zoro's ex..

usopp was right, you know he was, but you couldn't bother thinking straight while you were still seeing that woman being handsy with your man. fuming, you gaze at the two, loathing the almost non-existent space there was between them. "i'm so done," you mutter upset. "please take over cleaning for me today, usopp.." you left to your room and plopped down on your bed, trying to put all your intrusive thoughts to rest.

but of course you couldn't after having seen that interaction between the two. were you exaggerating? was this normal? is it wrong for you to feel this way? this fuming feeling is causing you so much distress. it's like your thoughts are eating you up from the inside. you don't want to feel this way, like you're the one at fault, like you're not enough, like you'll never be enough.. right after that thought crept up out of the darkest pits of your brain, you heard a knock on your, now locked, bedroom door. "baby? you alright?.. why's the door locked-? baby?" you recognize zoro's voice immediately, mentally being stuck between picking the easy choice: ignoring him and bottling up your feelings, or the hard one: facing him and talk to him about your current thoughts..

unbeknownst to you, you unconsciously chose the former option. you open the door and look him in his eyes, hiding as much of your feelings possible. "what?" he furrows his brows, confused by your cold welcome before he remembers usopp warning him you weren't in a good mood because of his overfriendly encounter with his ex. "is this about her?" he chuckles before shaking his head slightly, in disbelief you'd be this bothered by someone from his past. "so what if it is?! is it so weird for me to be upset some woman is being all handsy with you?! and is it suprising that i got bothered even more by you not minding her touching you? is it that weird, zoro? 'cause if it is, please, do tell me!" you blurt out, almost all in one breath, before slamming the door shut.

you weren't planning on letting it out, you didn't want to bother, assuming he'd just brush it off as you exaggerating.. you didn't expect him to open the door you aggressively slammed in his face, so soon. you didn't expect him to, when he saw you leant on the wall with furrowed brows and a trembling upper lip, grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him, so close there was barely anything between you at all.. and least of all did you expect him to grab your chin, raising it so you looked him in the eyes while he told you "if i gave one shit about her, would i be here right now? tell me, if i didn't care about you at all, then why would i tell her i'm not interested in getting back together with her when she asked? why would i tell her i finally found someone that i want to spend the rest of my life with? shit, as cheesy as it sounds, it's true, baby.. i can't imagine being with anyone else except you. so please, don't you get jealous about girls i don't give a damn about."

you send him a soft smile, leaning your forehead on him. "don' know who told you i was jealous.. but you got to get better sources 'cause i for sure wasn't jealous.." zoro scoffs letting out a "yeah, right."

☆ needless to say you two made up and cuddled for the rest of the day.

☆ that would be the end.. but of course usopp had to bug you.. "hey! i took over your cleaning today, so you better take over mine for the next week.." usopp pleaded, with both his hands on his hips. "out." zoro mumbled into your neck, expecting him to comply instantly. "but-!" usopp began to bicker, before getting interrupted by zoro. "now." you accidentally let out a giggle, swiftly moving your hand to cover your mouth right after. "whatever! i will be back, considering this debt!" with that usopp leaves the room, leaving you two alone, enjoying the comfortable silence.

☆ SANJI is a womanizer, that's no shocking discovery. you've know about this fact since the moment you met him. he was charming you up while asking everyone's drinks and then he went off, flirting with another woman on his way back to the kitchen. that moment you learned that this was sanji. but there's also the caring sanji that'd make you a warm soup when you're sick, tending to your needs yet still somehow find away to make you blush whilst laughing with him. in addition to the caring sanji, there also is the determined sanji; whenever he'd speak about finding the all blue, and all the meals he would cook, all the different fish he would see, you could swear you saw his eyes glistening with adoration and resolve. further, intellectual sanji heavily plays a role in your daily life; happily helping you with mundane chores to the most exciting adventures you and your fellow strawhats go on. he fills you in on books he's read, food he's cooked, ingredients he's used, products he's bought and much more!

☆ you could go on and on, daydreaming of all sanji's positive personality traits, but you're all time favorite would have to be considerate sanji.. the way he could immediately sense from you that you weren't feeling like your usual self still amazes you. how he always chooses the right moments to bring you a freshly brewed cup of tea with your favorite desert right next to it, which you have know idea how he had the time nor ingredients for. how he treats you like a princes and tells you how much you mean to him in so many different ways when you feel absolutely miserable. and, oh, how he always knows when to embrace you tightly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, until it becomes numb.

☆ so with all that, you accepted him being a womanizer, having the seemingly perpetuous habits of bantering with other women. you always wondered if he'd stop flirting with so many women if you asked him to.. but then the thought that you two were nothing and wouldn't be anything else than friends hit you.

☆ nevertheless, seeing his cheeky smile being sent to some random woman, seeing him subtly sling his arm around her waist as he guids her to the dance floor, seeing him lean closer to her every minute, it was killing you, no more like slowly scraping you from the inside, the bottled up pain waiting for you to finally burst open.

you've been eyeing them the whole night, not once taking your eyes off of them or bothering to answer usopp's rants with more than a 'mhm,' or a 'hmm'. "have you listened to a word i said?!" usopp voiced suddenly, turning the strawhats' complete attention to you. "mhm.." absent-minded, you nod hearing him say something, but not comprehending the words he spoke.

"see, told you she wasn't paying attention," usopp leaned back against his seat after pulling up his shoulders, indicating he was right about you not paying attention to what anyone was saying. zoro, being the one seated next to you, tapped your shoulder, earning a "hm?" from you. getting annoyed by your negligence, he shifted his gaze to the direction you were looking in, finally understanding what the issue was.

to clarify your absent-mindness, zoro nudged his head towards sanji and his date. his date, who was sat on his lap at this point, making the knot in your stomach grow substantially. seeing his arm wrap around her hips as she leaned on him was your final stroke, your last straw. it was your breaking point.. you've reached, no, you've long surpassed your limit for these shenanigans, but right now, this very moment you finally break.

you suddenly feel a rush of tears burn your eyes, overwhelmed with your thoughts and emotional distress. you jump up, hurriedly leaving the club room you were in, not wanting anyone to see you in your current state. you desperately search for a private area where you can cry yourself out of this situation without having people judge you. but you notice the whole place is packed with couples who can't keep their hands off of each other, except the balcony, so you shakingly make your way to the cold space.

all of a sudden, you hear someone's heavy breathing behind you. "darling? what's the matter? what happened?!" sanji. he asks you breathlessly, due to him running after you. you quickly tried to wipe your tears away, but they kept coming! making you feel even more hysterical. "hey, hey now -" sanji notices your crying, he turns you around, his arms moving from your arms down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "talk to me, sweetheart.. please, just talk to me.." he pleads, moving his face closer to yours.

"i- i can't- do- it!" you babbled in-between sobs. "what, darling? who did this to you?" sanji moves his hands to your cheeks, pulling your face to his, carefully. "you..! you're killing me!" he furrows his brows in confusion. once you calmed down, you slowly tore one of his hands off your face. "i can't keep seeing you with others, sanji.. it really fucking hurts! i- i just can't-" you push him away a little, "i can't keep bottling it up sanji.. i'm done.."

☆ he didn't even mean to.. he was just being friendly, he was cracking jokes, making sure she was feeling calm and at peace, he asked sanji to get her something to snack, he was being luffy..

☆ normally, you'd swoon over him whenever he'd be in this caring mood of his. but not this time, no. this time, you were close to glowing green out of envy. you shouldn't be feeling this way, you know that. you trust luffy with your everything! it just hits you in the wrong place whenever he leans towards her when she speaks. it's like you can feel your heart cramp up each time she looks up at him and smiles, receiving his usual toothy grin in return.

☆ she was lost, abandoned at sea by her very own family. at least that's the bit you picked from usopp dramatically narrating her lifestory. is it heartless that all you could think of was that you hoped, the strawhats and you would drop her off at the very next island, wish her luck with her life, and continue your journeys? knowing luffy, that's the last thing that would happen. no, it's not even on the list of things he would ever consider! your thoughts made you feel absolutely terrible. you weren't a bad person, so why were you being so uncaring towards this poor girl who had lost so much? envy. jealousy can bring out the absolute worst in people. the lowest of a person's nature gets drawn out someone. and that someone now, was you.

you tried to stay away from her, not wanting to accidentally lash out. you felt bad for her, you did, but you also how far you could go, when jealousy takes apart in decision-making. so you avoid her, and just like that, you were also avoiding luffy. because for some reason, he was always near her, always. it's like he was scared she'd run away?

luffy noticed. but he didn't know the reason you were avoiding her. he's always optimistic and cheerful, so everyone expects him to always be exactly that, except you. you were there for him, allowing him to have bad days. he didn't have to hide his feelings or emotions. it was a relief for him to find someone like you, someone he lived so dearly, who lived him back just as much. it was refreshing, calming, delightful. what happened? what did he do? was he too much? or did he do too little to show you he cares so much, that he'd give you the world if you asked for it. he'd go to the moon and back for you. he doesn't know how, but he'd find a way. and now he lost you? that can't be true. it can't. he won't accept it!

that's how you got in your current situation; his face was buried in the crook of your neck, his hands holding you tightly by your waist, mumbling something about how good you smell.

you had told him the reason you were avoiding was because of your sudden jealousy. he laughed for a good 10 minutes about how ridiculous you were to think of something like that! but in his mind, oh, how relieved he was that you weren't avoiding him because you fell out of love with him. it was because you were too in love with him..

☆ you two ended up having a picnic on deck, trying to keep usopp and chopper away from your neatly set up meals prepared by sanji (duh)

☆ luffy kept teasing you about how jealous you were and that you love him too much for your own good. acting like he wasn't on the verge of being a crying mess because he thought he lost you 🙄

☆ he kept giving you nose tip smooches while telling you you'll never lose him <3

MEI'S NOTE: so, uhm yeah sanji's part was definitely something...

... hope you enjoyed!! <3

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

࣪ ˖✧ The Jackpot

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Summary: You join Arthur and the boys for a job on the Grand Korrigan riverboat where you act as Arthur’s lap girl. The man in question is more than excited about this decision. ✦ Warnings: Guns, mention of shooting, swearing, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging if you squint, unprotected p in v ✦ Words: 3,8k ✦ a/n: A big heartwarming thank you to @zae-heeyyy!! Who took the time to correct my dumb spelling and give me her thoughts on this before publishing it! Please go check her work, I swear it won't disappoint! Also: pictures are not mine! I usually try to use a pic for Arthur from my own playthrough but I'm fcking stuck on Guarma rn. Found them on Pinterest.

Dim lights are flickering all around you, making the golden ornaments of the luxurious place you're in shine like a thousand stars. You couldn't believe this gigantic reception room, gratified by a bar, a grand piano, and of course, three elegant poker tables, was actually floating on water right now, as you were on the Grand Korrigan boat, the jewel of its kind, den of the richest gentlemen in St. Denis, in search for some amusement and of course, even more money.

Trelawny and Herr Strauss had plotted a well-crafted deal that could earn a lot of money for the gang. Along with Javier disguised as one of the guards, Arthur would act as a new wealthy businessman who had just made a fortune in oil. Strauss would give him signals during his poker game, which guaranteed him to win considering Trelawny had made a friend out of the dealer.

You? You'd play his mistress, sitting on his lap during the game to make the scene look more convincing. On top of that, you had been able to hide a little gun in a hidden pocket in the underside of your dress, guaranteeing some extra protection, which wasn't a bad idea considering the Grand Korrigan was heavily armed and neither Arthur, Trelawny nor Strauss had one.

So here you were, thriving in your role, comfortably sitting on Arthur's lap, hands wrapped around his neck, both legs hanging on his left side. His arms were enveloping you, hands resting on the edge of the table as he was focusing on his cards.

Well, more like trying to focus, actually.

Maybe it was because you two had started a quite passionate relationship a few weeks ago, sneaking in each other's tent, simple kisses and whispers in the night quickly turning into something more, the both of you having cravings to fulfill.

Maybe it was because Trelawny, the damned man, had chosen a particularly suggestive dress for you to wear, comforting your play considering wives weren't allowed at the poker tables, only work girls and such, your cleavage on full display for his immoral eyes.

Maybe it was the way he could feel the round and warm flesh of your ass even through the fabric of your clothes, right where he wanted to, making his brain impossible to function properly, desperately trying to keep the hardness between his legs to stay in line.

Either way, Arthur had to make enormous efforts to focus on the job and was frankly relieved Strauss was telling him what to do; despite being a pretty good poker player, he would never have been able to win the easiest of games in this state.

Strauss told him to go all-in. He did. You smiled, you would have lied saying you weren't enjoying yourself right now. You had known far worse jobs than playing Arthur's lover. Much to your surprise, he had played a really convincing character through the night too, his usual mumbling far gone, replaced by a bright and confident speech and a cheeky grin that was making you want to kiss it even more. In fact, you wanted to take care of him just to see this cocky smirk flatter under your touch, replaced by a pleasured expression on his handsome face.

It was easy to say both of you were acting pretty good, but inside felt like two teenagers in love.

Arthur had won another hand, men were starting to leave the table, angry. It was only you both and the target now, an opulent man known as Desmond Blythe, loaded with money thanks to his hosiery business.

You pulled a cigarette out of Arthur's pocket along with a match, and you felt his breath hitch for an instant when you slipped your hand in it. Rubbing the match against the wood of the table, you lighted the cigarette casually, little flame illuminating a thin grin on your lips. You took a small drag on it to make sure the tobacco had plainly burnt, then you placed the cigarette in front of Arthur's lips, holding it for him between your index and middle finger, so that he could smoke on it while keeping both his hands on his cards.

It was downright one of the hottest things anybody had done to him and he was starting to lose it. Wrapping his lips around your offering and smoking a long drag, he allowed himself to avert his gaze from his opponent for a few seconds, planting his turquoise pupils into yours.

His eyes were half-lidded, long lashes accentuating the languorous gaze he was giving you. Your heart started racing. The power this man had on you was insane, but if only you knew what you were doing to him in return. You had a glimpse of it though, right there in the depths of his two blue diamonds, this so distinctive dark glow of him, direct window on the sinful pit of his urges.

You were sure your own eyes were mirroring it. And it got worse when, after exhaling some smoke, he quickly kissed the palm of your hand, indicating he had smoked enough, the warm sensation of his chapped lips on your skin giving you goosebumps. His eyes went back to Blythe, and you exhaled as if you had been holding your breath during the whole time you had locked eyes.

You retrieved your hand, taking a drag yourself on the cigarette after him, loving the idea of sharing it with him, of putting your lips right where he did a few seconds before, your biased brain telling you you could taste sweet remnants of him there.

Another all-in, another hand won by Arthur who couldn't stop himself from smiling this sly cocky smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Shit, shit!" Blythe shouted, hitting on the table with his fists furiously.

"I guess ma luck held... Is that you done?" Arthur asked him, his tone triumphant while bending over the table to gather his not-so-well-deserved chips. "Or, do you got somethin' else to play with?" He added more lowly, his baritone voice almost making you shiver just hearing it.

"Meaning?" Desmond questioned back, visibly frustrated. Looked like frustration was a popular feeling around this poker table tonight, about the game or other things...

Arthur had gotten up from his chair and you too, now standing by his side, partially glued to his body as he had snaked an arm around your waist while finishing to put in order his chips. He answered using the same taunting, arrogant tone as before.

"Well, I heard there was some big boys on this boat, maybe that's not you, no offense-"

"Sit your and your whore's hillbilly asses down." The rich men cut him off, voice dark and serious.

You felt Arthur's hand grip tighter on your waist. For a faint moment, you thought that his cover would collapse, considering how tense he had gotten hearing him calling you a whore. But the way he was still smiling was almost even more scary, it was a false, threatening one. The kind of smile that hides a cold anger, boiling silently inside.

"Why?" Arthur simply answered, tone brilliantly contained considering the way his muscles were flexing on their own under his fancy suit.

"I got a watch... An expensive one, swiss... a Reutlinger no less. It's in the safe, upstairs. It's worth more than you."

You forced yourself not to cross eyes with Arthur. Your target. He had just confirmed what you were all here for. Perfect, just a bit more of this whole play and Arthur would be able to access the strongbox.

"Okay, I trust ya." Arthur consented while sitting back on his chair, placing you with his two big hands back at your place, on his lap. You were definitely loving this job. You'd have to thank Trelawny for it, someday.

The rest of the game passed just like before, your outlaw ultimately winning once more thanks to your colleague's little trick. Desmond was furious, and you obtained your goal.

Arthur happily got up once again, gently helping you stand, one of his hands naturally resting on your shoulder. Before following the gentleman who was supposed to bring him to the safe, he bent over to you, head brushing against yours, his stubble and hairs tickling your cheeks. He whispered in your ear, voice deep and hoarse, this one voice that was always making your head turn.

"When we're finished here, I'm gonna take care of ya, darlin'."

You sighed, cracking up a sly smirk, your cheeks turning a bit red. These simple words were enough to make the heat between your thighs make itself known; crying out for attention. Being so close like this was allowing you to breathe in his scent, its combination on top of his breath on your ear was a dangerous mix for your sanity. You took the opportunity of having his skin so close to your lips to place a small kiss on his neck, right below his own ear.

Arthur smiled at you, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he took a last look at you before walking off. You sighed softly again, already missing his presence. The wait for some time alone was only making your own needs grow.

You were only hoping the job would end up smoothly.

Of course, it didn't. 

Desmond, sore loser, had accused Arthur of cheating. That and the fact that the guard Javier had knocked off to steal his clothes had appeared out of nowhere yelling to shoot him had set things on fire on the Grand Korrigan, the boat now witness to a heated shooting the Van Der Linde Gang was known for.

You had instantly pulled out your hidden gun and helped Arthur clean up the place thanks to Javier who had thrown him a rifle. The night had ended with your incongruous team jumping straight in the water, swimming back to the shore, a quite odd and armed to the teeth fish shoal. At least, everyone was alive, and you even had obtained a pretty decent amount of money, not even mentioning the watch Strauss had authenticated as a real Reutlinger. Arthur had quickly taken back the precious object from his greedy hands, "well give it back then", which made you laugh to yourself.

True to himself, your cowboy had instructed everyone to separate and get out of the shore, as always after a job. You were all quite a sight, soaked to the bones. As you were greeting everyone a good night, Arthur silently walked to you and grabbed your hand. Even with the water you both had leaking from your clothes to your skin, you could feel how warm his hand was, contrasting yours which was completely freezing cold from having swam in the icy waters. You wondered if this man was even human.

"But you, Miss, are comin' with me." He playfully informed you, not leaving you any choice.

It was not as if you wanted to go anywhere else anyway.

"Really now? What d'ya have in mind, cowboy?" You asked him with an equally mischievous tone on your own, your eye glued to the way his hair looked completely soaked, subtle rivulets sliding all the way from it to his neck.

"Maybe we could pay ourselves a well-deserved night in town..." He proposed, voice turning more and more into a low growl as he was letting his desires take the lead on his reason.

"I would love that." You simply agreed, before getting closer to him, tilting your head up to bring your lips to his. He gladly let you, one hand still holding yours, the other gently landing on the side of your face.

The walk to the La Bastille Saloon was supposed to be a short one, but you both looked like you couldn't wait to be there before teasing each other. You would sometimes stop walking to just attack his neck, lips merciless as you sucked and kissed him there. Your taunting acts were often met with his equally heated answer, one of his palms ending on your ass, or your thighs, your wet clothes transparent and glued to your curves not helping him to keep his touch away from these places of your body. Arthur's breath sharpened as he called you his lil minx, and no, darlin’, we can't just do it on the streets.

Finally, after having shocked the barman by arriving at such late hours in completely soaked clothes, which honestly just made the both of you laugh mischievously, you reached your love nest for the night.

And what a nest! Silk sheets, canopy bed, sumptuous decor glistening with the dim lights of the chandeliers. Even the floor looked comfortable, carpeted with some fancy patterns, matching the couch and bed's color. Red, just like passion, just like lust. Red, like the color of your cheeks right now as Arthur had closed the door and was already on his knees, placing you on the edge of the mattress. Red, just like what Arthur was seeing right now, hungry hands pulling your dress up, positioning himself between your thighs.

You looked down at him, his darkened eyes looking at you. You noticed he had ripped off his fancy tie, needing to breathe properly, the heat between you both already making him suffocate. In those moments, his beautiful pupils were always shining with a more murky color, his usual sky blue turning into a more cobalt one. They were staring intensely into yours, expression questioning. A silent demand. You nodded positively, quietly answering. Dooming yourself.

The moment you did, he buried his head between your legs, left hand resting on your hip, holding you gently. His lips started kissing softly on the fabric of your undergarments. His other hand quickly came, helping him in his task by pulling it to the side, granting him access.

The moment his lips met your folds, you let out a moan, unable to resist the feeling he was giving you. He was loving it, his ears getting redder as he was more and more aroused himself. He was so big between your thighs, his shoulders were spreading them almost completely open.

He licked in a long, slow movement all the way to the top of your pussy, making you sigh in pleasure already, hips jerking against his head, begging for more.

"Easy, girl... I've got ya." He soothed you hoarsely, left hand holding you more firmly to prevent you from crushing him totally. Nevertheless, he took your eagerness into account; he couldn't deny you anything. Not when it came to sex. Not when you were so beautiful in this ostentatious dress. Not when he had grown more and more found of you, even if he was refusing to admit it to himself completely for now.

He brought his lips on the top of your core, tongue gently circling around this so special knot of nerves, his stubble scratching pleasantly against your skin, bringing you even more sensations.

It was already so good, Arthur's mouth showing you no pity, licking, sucking, kissing, as if you were becoming the only food he could ever feast on, the only oxygen he could breathe with. The sight of his broken nose buried beneath your skin, as if he was searching to go even deeper within you was almost too much for you to handle. Your hands that were gripping the sheets had now found the top of his head, spurring him to continue, please please please, Arthur, more, or you could have died right here on the fancy bed of the La Bastille Saloon.

Arthur's tongue answered your begging call, lapping your sensitive spot faster, harder. How the Hell was that man so good at pleasuring a woman? That, sinful, dirty man, just like the sounds you were letting out right now.

Your vision started to blur, the back of your head sinking onto the mattress, your back arching deliciously, and you were going to let him know just how close you were until he stopped all of a sudden.

"A-Arthur!" You protested, head snapping back at him, eyes pleading, tone both offended and needy as his name had sounded more like a whine when it had felt from your mouth.

He smiled cockily at you from where he was, his mouth looking wet with your arousal. He loved it, he loved being responsible for it.

"I'm here, girl... I jus' need ya too much right now. Lemme just..."

His voice was now a low rumble, coming from the depth of his chest. You watched as he quickly ripped off his clothes with little care for them. Trelawny would have shouted at how he was treating one of the most expensive suits he had ever brought.

But he didn't care about the suit. And neither do you, as your eyes were devouring every inch of his flesh that was appearing under them. The sight of a completely naked Arthur always had the same effect on you, no matter how many times you already had seen it.

His muscular body looked like it had been carved by Angels. No, more likely by an angry, dark God, who would have sculpted him from a hard and brutal material, his many scars and blurs a remnant of it. You could almost picture his tools molding your lover's broad chest and shoulders with sharp, furious hammer blows. His powerful arms and legs had received the same treatment, as if the deity wanted to pass on all of his brutal force into his creation. And his cock was definitely no exception to it.

And yet, this massive force of nature was blushing under your gaze. He couldn't have resisted the hurtful sensation of emptiness around his shaft, one of his hands now giving himself a few strokes to try and relieve some of it. His eyes closed in a frown for a few seconds, your pussy burned at this unholy scenery he was offering you.

You were in such a state of need it was almost depraved. You quickly got rid of your own clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor of the room, needing to share this intimacy with him, to feel his skin against yours.

"Oh, please... Arthur, jus' take me..." You asked yourself before he could probe your adequation. You knew him well now, you already knew the next words he was going to speak would be another demand to make sure you truly wanted this.

He seemed to enjoy how you had forecasted it, his eyes opening again to look at you, his cock hardening even more, precum slowly leaking from its top, wasting all the efforts he had done to relieve it a bit.

"If that's what you want darlin'... I'm your man." He answered in a growl, climbing next to you on the bed.

You weren't sure why but his last words had made your heart swell in your chest. You were sure, deep down inside of you, that he meant it in another way. He really had become yours, and you, his. Lost in your thoughts, you let him handle you gently, placing you on your belly against the silk sheets, lying himself on top of you, legs between yours.

You slightly moved your rear up against his erection, earning a grunt of pleasure from him. Saying he had loved it was an understatement; he had been thinking about doing this with you since you had sat on him on the riverboat.

Using his right hand, he placed his cock against your entrance, and finally started pushing, your pussy already ready for him thanks to his ministrations, your mouth mewling at the sensation. Your perfect, hot walls were finally enveloping him, and he tried his best not to come just from that intense feeling alone.

He was so big and tall behind you, his head could reach yours and he buried it onto the crook of your neck, his hair still wet offering you a cold feel, contrasting with his whole hot chest pressed on your back, making you feel as if a literal inferno was burning it. He slowly started to pull back, only to shove himself in you again, starting a slow but intense back and forth.

"God, damn it... 'Feel so good girl..." He mumbled against your skin, his arms encircling you from both sides, caging you under his tall figure.

You sighed at his praise, wanting to answer something to compliment him back, but he snapped his hips just at the same time, making you shut your eyes close, and moan louder than before. Your voice was starting to crack under the amount of pleasure he was bringing to you, hard shaft brushing this deep spot within your core every time his hips moved, hitting just right where you needed him to.

He had noticed, and it was only making him lose his mind even more, unable to keep his pace slow, letting his body unleashed. He had waited this whole night to bury himself in you, listened to this moron calling you names without having the right to punch his goddamn idiotic face. He couldn't hold anything back anymore.

He started thrusting more frantically, pistoning his cock in and out of you so fast and hard he was now fucking you onto the bed. His right hand grabbed a fistful of your ass, the feeling of it colliding with his pelvis with every thrust making him insane, the other one next to your left shoulder, preventing him from crushing you completely.

You could feel it, the familiar feeling, the divine relief, building more and more thanks to him, the pace increasing your pleasure. Feeling how impossibly hard his sex had gotten in your cunt, you knew he was close too. This simple fact was the last push to your deliverance.

"A-Arthur! God, yes!" You screamed, unable to form any coherent thoughts, existing simply for this, for this moment with him, naked on the bed of this saloon. Just you and him.

"Oh, darlin’, shit!" Your orgasm had made your walls clench even more around his dick, exploding his limit. He quickly removed himself from you, and finished at the last second on your back and ass, his burning release painting your skin in flaming spurts. His very own sinful art piece.

The room felt silent again. The air stifling from your lovemaking, the only sounds being heard were your sharp, quickened breaths. Arthur took a few seconds to collect himself, feeling better and so satisfied, almost euphoric. Turning your head to the side, you took a glimpse of your lover's gorgeous state. Hair messy, cheeks and ears crimson, sweat dripping everywhere on his skin, chest rising and falling in big, profound exhales.

He then grabbed a piece of fabric from one of the wardrobes to gently wipe off his seed from you, and tossed it away, wanting nothing more but to rest against you now. A perfect contrast, from an agitated, stormy sea to a quiet, secret cove. As if you were the only one who could see him like this, vulnerable, loving even.

You watched him lay by your side on his back, your head still feeling dizzy, slowly coming back from a world of fantasies. You snuggled against him, resting your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, feeling spent but so, so happy. And you felt the same. Still naked, skin against skin, heart beating together, just the two of you.

Tonight had been quite something, and despite having won a few thousand dollars, it was definitely not money that was making Arthur feel like he had hit the jackpot.

[reiderwriter]

😝 brain rot from my character ai scenario… the team goes out to a bar to celebrate and you wear a tiny little dress (just to rile him up obvi) but you also end up attracting a lot of male attentionand he gets SO jealous and protective of you he’s like sitting off to the side just watching you flirt with everyone and the team is like “he looks like hes gonna explode wtf” and then the SMUT HES ALL “they can’t have you, you’re all mine” “you really like all the attention huh? i’ll give you what you wanted” OMG it’s making me crazy i hope i described it good enough 🥰🥰

A/N: Is it really a reiderwriter smut if I don't have to clarify that 'I got carried away' at some point in the authors note? No, it is not. Thank you for the request. My brain is now equally rotted, oops.

Warnings: complaints, dirty talk, semi public sexual activity, partial voyeurism, fingering, hard/rough sex.

You weren't even dating.

Which made the situation even more frustrating for Spencer, and even more exciting for you. 

You'd always flirted with the man a lot, had been told multiple times to knock it off even after getting a little too close for comfort on a case. 

But you couldn't really blame yourself on that one. You'd had to do a quick takedown at a dive bar, and you'd been tasked with pretending to be a touchy couple at the bar to block the back entrance at the staff entrance. 

You'd draped yourself all over him, allowing yourself to get closer than you'd ever been before. 

If you'd just happened to let your hands fall down to his crotch, it was pure coincidence. So was giving his obviously erect length a few strokes through his jeans as he sat staring at you like you were his last meal and he was back in prison. 

Emily had to pull you aside after that one personally. 

You knew she was protective of Spencer, seeing him as a little brother, but it seemed like she was more protective of you at that moment. 

“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” She'd asked, waiting carefully for your answer before she said anything more. 

Two could play at that game. “What is this concerning?” 

“With Spencer.” 

“I'm not sure what you mean, Emily.”

“Yes, you do. Listen, I don't care what you get up to in your personal life, but Spencer has a way of making others feel very… seen. He can get protective and pushy. And I just want to know you're ready for that, and you're not going to let it affect your work.”

“Is Spencer having the same talk?” 

She laughed at that. 

“Spencer? No. I already know it's going to affect his work, because it has since you joined our team. He still gets his job done, but I know where his priorities would lie if there were an emergency.” 

You'd shivered at that and excused yourself. 

If he was that obsessed with you, why had he not told you? Stepped over that line from friends to more than that?

You needed to force the issue, and you had the perfect opportunity when Penelope invited you out for drinks. 

“Y/N! Don't go, it's Friday night, we-” she said gesturing wildly to the team gathered around you, “are going to a bar. No, you can't rain check either.” 

“Can I at least get changed first?” 

“You need to get changed. We're going to a nice bar, Y/N.” Running off again to grab the rest of your team members and force their attendance, you grinned after Penelope. 

It was time to see exactly how focused on you Spencer Reid was.

And how willing he was to let you slip through his fingers.

An hour later, you were stepping out of your taxi, pulling your skirt down as you did. The short black dress had a terrible habit of pulling up your thighs to flash your underwear at anyone in a 10 foot radius. Usually, that bothered you, but tonight, you planned on using it to your advantage. 

After all, you'd left out the underwear tonight for a reason. 

Pulling your jacket around you tighter, you pushed the door to the bar open and scanned the room for your team members. 

“Y/N, over here!” Tara called you over, nursing a beer. Luke sat next to her, Penelope on his other side, and Matt on hers and completing the group was Spencer Reid. 

“Where are JJ and Emily?” You asked, doing your very best to ignore Spencer as you sat down next to him, practically falling into his warmth. You sat so close to him. 

“At the bar. Emily is convinced she can flirt her way to a free drink, and JJ is convinced she cannot. The girl she's working on now has to be 22 at most, so it could honestly go either way.” Penelope answered, and you felt Spencer shift slightly beside you. 

“Speak of the devil,” Luke said as the two women approached. 

“Well? What's the result?” You grinned up at them, letting your head fall back against Spencer’s shoulder as you gently rested your hand on his thigh. He sat silently for a minute, not moving and just taking in the conversation. 

“I've still got it.” Emily grinned triumphantly. 

“Maybe I should give it a try. There are a few hot male bartenders tonight. Who knows, I might score more than just a drink.” 

Spencer choked on the drink he was sipping as you spoke quickly, a few knowing looks passing between every other person at the table. You'd have to be blind to miss it. Or Spencer. 

“Spencer, are you okay? You should be careful, I wouldn't want you to choke. That's how I want to end my night, but it's not for everyone.” That one earned you a few snickers from the others and a glare from the man himself. 

“I'm fine, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled down at you and gave your knee a friendly tap that turned slightly less friendly as he pushed it further up your leg. 

The others had since averted their attentions, moving their conversation onto other things, but you and Spencer were still stuck in each other's orbits. 

Your heart beat faster until you were sure it could be seen, raw and fit to burst out of your chest. His fingertips brushed your hem. He was seconds away from realising that you were going to get the attention you wanted that night. 

Slipping just an inch up the hem, he twitched almost imperceptibly as he searched for your panty line, brows knitting when he couldn't find it. 

“What's wrong, Spencer? Searching for something that isn't there?” You enjoyed watching his frown deepen as he registered your words, but you enjoyed it even more when you gently pushed his hand away as you stood. 

“Well, I need a drink. Let's hope I can recreate your success, Emily.” You said, finally pushing off your jacket. The dress may have been short, but it was also low cut, burning the candle at both ends as your breasts threatened to spill over with any particularly deep breath. 

“Sweet lord in heaven! You didn't come to play tonight.” Penelope exclaimed, practically applauding your body as you twirled for her and showed off the form fitting dress, giggling all the way. 

“You said it was a nice bar, Penelope. I'm hoping there are also some very nice men here, too.” With a wink, you turned on your heel and strode to the bar, making sure your hips swung seductively with every step. 

You couldn't immediately give in and turn to see if he was watching you when you got to the bar, though, not willing to give him the satisfaction. You were doing it all for him, but you still didn't want him to know that.

It didn't take long for men to swarm you. They came one at a time, and you entertained them each as you waited for your unnecessarily complex cocktail order to be prepared. 

In the 7 minutes you'd been away from the table, you'd been approached by three separate men. They all tried lines on you, gave you their numbers and tried their best to woo you, but with Spencer’s eyes burning across your body as you leaned against the bar, you really couldn't have cared less. 

Still, you leaned in, giggled in the appropriate places, and took the numbers, knowing they'd never be called.

When your cocktail was finally ready, and the last one offered to fund it for you  You finally felt a hand at your back. 

“That won't be necessary, thank you.” Spencer ended the conversation, handing his own card over to the bartender as he kept his hand on your back, his body crowding yours. 

The man walked away in defeat, and you turned on him, sipping your drink as you refused to move away.

“Now why ruin all my fun, Spencer?” 

“You're really enjoying all this attention, huh?” He said, pushing your hair behind your ear as he leaned closer to you, his next word a whisper against your skin.

“I can see your pussy from all the way back there,” he said, tugging down your skirt slightly. You weren't surprised though  simply taking another sip and maintaining eye contact. 

“I know.” His hand, having slipped up to your waist, tightened as his gaze dropped to your lips. 

“You want everyone to see your dripping cunt? Want to let all the men here take a turn trying to catch your attention so they can slip in?” His voice was low, practically a growl as he licked his lips.

“No. I wanted to see how long it'd take you to come over and do it. By my count, that was eight minutes, correct?” 

“Good girl. Just remember that you're mine. I'm not letting anyone else have you.” Giving your face a gentle stroke, he let it trail down your body, subtly cupping and squeezing your chest on the way down. 

“All of a sudden, I feel very tired, Spencer. Take me home.” He wasted no time, grabbing your hand and gathering you up, your jacket and bag collected from the desk as he gave minimal answers to the others as you departed. To their credit, they asked minimal questions. 

The cold air hit you hard as you pushed the doors open again, but Spencer was unperturbed, pulling you over to his car silently, a strong hand on your shoulder helping you into the passenger's seat.

You dare not talk the entire drive to his apartment, so sure that any word from you would have him turning immediately to deposit you right back at the bar. 

He didn't, though, but he also didn't look at you or touch you. You sat squirming at the heavy atmosphere, suddenly desperate to know exactly what thoughts were trapped inside Spencer’s impressive brain. 

“We're here.” He announced, pulling up quickly and cutting the engine, climbing out in a hurry. 

You fumbled with your own seat belt as he pulled your door open, catching you up in his arms as he closed the door behind you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him carry you up the stairs to his apartment.

His lips didn't meet yours until the door was firmly closed and locked behind you, and even then, he didn't immediately dive in. He out you down, and a touch of disappointment flooded your body as he completely entangled himself from you. 

It dissipated completely when his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Let me be clear, Y/N. You are mine. If you want attention, I will give it to you. If you want to choke on something, I'm more than happy to provide it. If you want to dress like a little whore, go ahead, but don't forget who your sweet little cunt belongs to.” His fingers tightened with each word as you gasped for air, back resting on the nearest wall as his body pressed up along your own. 

“Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded repeatedly, fast and desperate. 

“Good. Now, ass up on the bed. I'll meet you there.” You practically sprinted to the room in question, slinking up onto the bed. He said ass up, but you hesitated slightly as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind you, just long enough to earn a slap on your ass as he finally returned to your side. 

“You have to listen, Y/N. You wanted this, so you have to listen nicely.” 

“I'm sorry, Spencer, it won't happen aga-” He stole the end of your sentence as he slipped his fingers into you, gently working the two longest ones up into a frenzy as he finger fucked you. 

“Sorry, what was that? I don't think I quite caught your words.” You could only moan in reply as you buried your head in his pillows, ass pressing back into his fingers to help him get deeper.

“So needy. Look at this little black dress. You knew this was going to happen, right?” A third finger slipped inside you, and you screamed out in pleasure as he continued using you.

“Burying your head isn't going to work, Y/N. Your cunt is answering for you.” 

You heard the rattle of his belt unbuckling as his fingers finally slipped out, the emptiness only a relief for a second before his cock was hitting deep inside of you. 

Thoughts escaped you as you finally got what you'd been begging for for weeks. His every frustration was pounded into you as he tugged at your hair, pulling your torso up so he could hit even deeper. 

Pulling back your head with a hand on your throat he laid a barrage of kisses across your upper back and shoulders, making sure to bite and suck and nip as his spare hand toyed with your nipples, pinching and pulling. 

In a second, you reached your climax, not having the breath left in you to let him know before you tightened on his shaft and let your body fall limp under his hands. 

“I'm going to mop up our cum with this dress, Y/N, and then I'm going to make you put it back on.” With a final grunt, he pulled out, jerking his cock through his release as he shot his load right over your pussy lips. 

He collapsed on top of you, and you finally gave up your last bit of strength beneath him, enjoying the pressure of his weight pushing down on you again. 

“Thank god that worked,” you gasped, catching your breath. You smiled as he flipped you over and pulled the dress off your head, true to his word. 

“What worked, Y/N?” 

“This. You don't know the lengths I'd have gone to to get you yo finally fuck me if this hadn't worked.” 

“But suddenly, I'm curious, and I have all the time in the world.” You laughed lightly but snuggled into his chest again, meaning to sleep. 

“Unless you want to get dressed again now…?” 

[l13]

OK BUT THE THIRD KEEGAN ONE IN YOUR MOST RECENT NSFW VISUALS

You being all needy and horny, but Keegan just won’t get off his games, so he lets you strip him, telling you shit like “Yea baby use my cock to get off” and “make yourself feel so fucking good” while he plays his game in the background, barely even focusing on it anymore.

And when he undoubtedly loses the round he pulls you off his cock flipping you over and giving you a good dicking down because “made me lose my fucking game you little slut”

nsfw mdni!

imagine if he's using the voice chat as well, and he's too busy being focused on his game so he doesn't pay you any mind when you sit down right next to him, giving you a quick glance to confirm his suspicions that you were indeed only in your underwear,

he swallows hard, and blinks away his lust as he tunes back to the game, calling out instructions for his team when he feels your hand drop on his crotch, and his cock jumps, his gaze snapping to yours as he gives you a warning look,

but you ignore him obviously, starting to palm his cock over his briefs and his eyes flutter, a small "Fuck," escaping his lips as he stops moving in-game, his brain not functioning for a good two seconds,

he quickly snaps out of his daze, muting himself and whispering out, "What do you think you're doing?" afraid his teammates would somehow still hear him,

you pout, "I need you, baby," and keegan can't say no to that, so he's cursing lowly, "Fuck okay- m not helping you out though, you can use me but you're gonna do all the work."

and you're nodding quickly, laying a quick kiss on his cheek to further express your gratitude, and then you're pulling his cock out and he's hissing, wetting his lips and unmuting himself with shaky hands,

his character resumes running in game, and keegan has half the mind to think that he's a lucky bastard for not dying in those 10 seconds he was afk, but then you're situating yourself on his lap, holding his cock with one hand as you run the tip of it against your folds before sliding it in- and keegan's left hand lets go of the controller to squeeze at your thigh in warning when you moan at the sensation,

it's ironic because he barely kept his own voice in check, and who could blame him? your pussy was practically sucking his cock in,

a little while later, when he can't handle the excruciatingly slow pace you'd set anymore (he also died in-game cause he kept running into walls, his mind too busy thinking about how fucking tight your pussy's gripping him), he lets go of the controller to help you move your hips on his cock and you grin down at him, "Thought you were letting me do all the work?"

keegan snarls, "That was before you made me lose, you little slut. What, you want my cock that bad, huh? Don't worry, I'll fucking give it to you now," and then he's bending you over and fucking you till you're a crying, babbling mess<3

[verdantcrimson]

Kanna Natsu Idol Story - 2

Written by: Akira

Season: Spring

TL: verdantcrimson

Proofread: @revuestarlight

[Two years since ES was established. In the ES building infirmary.]

Kanna: ……

Hinata: Goood morning!

Yuta: Today, we’re thinking of playing a hidden camera prank on the talk of the town, child prodigy, Kanna Natsu, when he wakes up!

Hinata: Because both of us in 2wink love pranks!

Yuta: —and since we've been in the business for the while, the agency was like, “C'mon, show your junior how things work around here. You guys love that sort of stuff, right?” 

Hinata: There's a difference between playing a prank and bullying, though!

Yuta: But we can't disobey the agency. That's just life, y'know? We've gotta work hard and pull this off in order to maintain our character image.

Hinata: Why do you seem weirdly pumped about this, Yuta-kun?

Yuta: This guy is Kanna Natsu, y'know…… Everyone's making a fuss about what a genius he is, but he's still just a brat, and seeing him get more attention than us pisses me off.

Yuta: We've gotta punish this ill-mannered newbie, don't we?

Hinata: Whoops, it's getting hard to keep my brother's wickedness in check these days, yknow~?

Hinata: Ah, but he's acting like this on purpose because that's the kind of image he's decided on! Yuta-kun is actually a good kid!

Hinata: All of you watching at home, please don't misunderstand!

Yuta: Hell yeah, that's the perfect excuse. Now, no matter how cruel and inhumane I behave, I can just say it's because my agency or my producer told me to play that sort of character.

Yuta: I can use that to justify my bullying. Hehehe. 

Hinata: How wicked… Looking at you these days makes your big brother worry, Yuta-kun.

Hinata: …..Hm?

Kanna: ……

Kanna: ……?

Hinata: I knew this would happen. Look, look, Yuta-kun! Natsu-kun is awake already! 

Yuta: Huh, No way. He looked like he was fast asleep— Maybe we made too much of a racket?

Hinata: What should we do? Should we abort mission? I didn't really want to do an unfunny and old-school prank like that anyways, so I'm fine with it.

Yuta: It sounds like you were making a fuss on purpose so that the plan would fail.

Kanna: Good morning.

Hinata: Ah, yup. Morning. You sure slept well.

Kanna: Yes, thank you. Though sleeping isn't something I do for leisure.

Kanna: I don't get the opportunity to sleep when I'm occupied with research, so I try to sleep as much as I can whenever I find time.

Kanna: Also, if I pretend to be asleep, everyone will leave me alone.

Hinata: Oh, so you were just pretending to be asleep? Then, did you realize we were trying to prank you?

Kanna: Yes. Though, even when I'm asleep, one half of my brain stays awake.

Yuta: Are you a dolphin?

Hinata: That's so genius-core.

Kanna: I think anyone could do it with enough training. 

Yuta: Tsk tsk tsk. It's exactly because all that training is so tedious that nobody would ever be able to make a name for themselves as a genius.

Kanna: I see. I understand now.

Kanna: I think that if anyone focused all their efforts on a single thing for approximately a year, they could become an expert in that field. 

Kanna: Only a child like myself would be able to concentrate on a single thing for as long as they want to, correct?

Kanna: Any adult, I mean, essentially everyone, requires time to eat, play, socialize, and maintain their physical and mental health.

Kanna: It is quite difficult to concentrate on a single thing.

Kanna: That is why they fall short of success. Yes, people who are able to do that to some extent from the very beginning— Only they are successful and lauded as geniuses.

Kanna: If everyone is limited to only being able to spend a fraction of their time on their efforts, then only those who are privileged are able to succeed and win.

Kanna: That is the reason, correct? It's logical. I can understand this.

Hinata: I've been wondering, what on earth is this kid going on about…?

Yuta: You like making theories about other people based on their behavior and then feeling like you've understood them, don't you?

Kanna: Yes. Because I'm around that age. That's adolescence, I suppose.

Hinata: Yeah, well I don't believe that! If you treated any older kid like a ‘teenage brat’ they'd get angry and rebel. They'd never admit that they're going through puberty!

Kanna: Maybe that was just the case for you, Yuta Aoi.

Hinata: … Oh? Huh? Ermm?

Kanna: It's easier to live when you believe that your ‘normal’ and the world's ‘normal’ aren't congruent.

Kanna: I've long since given up on that sort of premise.

Kanna: I'm different from everyone else. I'm certain, nothing can be done about this.

Hinata: Ummm… I'm terribly sorry if we're boring you or something, but I think there's been a misunderstanding, so let me clear it up.

Hinata: I'm Hinata.

Yuta: And I'm Yuta.

Kanna: No.

Kanna: I know about you two. The twin idols from Cosmic Productions, 2wink.

Kanna: The two of you have changed your marketing strategy as of late, with the older brother Hinata continuing to present as a cheerful a good kid—

Kanna: —While the younger brother, Yuta, differentiates himself from his older brother by growing out his hair and selling a ‘bad kid’ image.

Kanna: That is what the established theory is.

Hinata: The established ‘theory’?

Yuta: Those are just facts.

Kanna: What are illusions?

Hinata: Huh, why'd you bring that up suddenly? What are you talking about?

Kanna: An illusion, or ‘sleight of hand’, is something that takes advantage of people's imagination.

Kanna: You make the world think that ‘the twins have differentiated their appearances and begun walking separate paths.’

Kanna: That way, you can do as much deception as you please.

Kanna: The twins that are supposedly never interchangeable, swap places in secret. Older brother becomes younger brother. Younger brother becomes older brother.

Kanna: Characteristic differences in hair length can also be accounted for using wigs and such.

Kanna: People tend to assume based on their prior knowledge, that ‘the one with longer hair must be the younger brother,’ since both brothers have similar facial features and so on.

Hinata: … Even if all of that were true, what good would it do for us to impersonate each other?

Kanna: Simply put, you two probably just enjoy those sorts of tricks.

Kanna: Furthermore, there are countless merits to being able to switch places. That is probably why having twins swap places is considered taboo, even in the most hard-core of detective novels.

Kanna: It's simply too convenient. It'd be used to forge alibis to no end, because now, anything goes.

Kanna: Additionally, if you succeed at your trivial ‘swapping places’ prank, you'd be able to make a fool of the child prodigy brat that everyone is making a fuss about, correct?¹

Kanna: You'd be able to say “That kid acts like he's a genius, but he's an oblivious idiot who couldn't even notice we switched places.”

Hinata & Yuta: ……

Kanna: 2wink is a unit comprised of a ‘good kid’ older brother and a ‘bad kid’ younger brother.

Kanna: Recently, it seems as though the two of them have truly diverged and are trying to pursue their own paths.

Kanna: That is why. Even if the younger brother was specifically requisitioned for work that would earn him points or experience as a ‘good kid’— The older brother would swap in and take his place. The reverse applies as well.

Kanna: So the two of you steadily gain experience and continue growing, correct?

Kanna: You're each trying to specialize in being a ‘good kid’ and ‘bad kid’.

Kanna: Waiting for an opportunity, with nobody any wiser.

Yuta: ……

Kanna: I don't have much interest in anything. However, I find your impressive tactics very interesting. 

Kanna: I'm not trying to get in your way. However, by exposing your actions like this, I can render your footage unfit for broadcast.

Kanna: Even if what I said just now might be untrue.

Kanna: If the world's people begin to doubt you, you'll have a hard time operating. They might begin to think things like “Maybe they've swapped places?” or “Are they playing tricks?”

Kanna: All the earnest and serious people of the world will begin to view you poorly.

Kanna: That probably would not be desirable for you.

Kanna: I apologize. Being filmed and broadcasted in my sleep is quite embarrassing.

Kanna: That is why I have taken these preventative measures to keep it from occurring. Please understand that I bear no ill-will towards the two of you.

Kanna: That is all. I'm going to go back to bed now. Goodnight.

Kanna: Zzz, zzz.

Yuta: ……

Hinata: … He ended up being the real deal.

Yuta: Yeah. I figured it was just the usual hype you see on TV and magazines.

Hinata: (But really, I never thought he'd notice we ‘switched’.)

Yuta: (Yup. I thought nobody could tell. But this kid saw through us, probably just through a glimpse of our activities on the news or on the internet.)

Hinata: (To top it all off, just in case— He made sure we wouldn't get in trouble even if we did air it, by following it up with “what I said might be untrue.”)

Yuta: (He didn't want to inconvenience us, so he acted considerately.)

Hinata: (This brat sure acts full of himself. I ought to scribble on his face while he sleeps.)

Yuta: (Give it a rest already... Let sleeping gods lie, Yuta-kun.)²

Hinata: (You're such a good kid, Hinata-kun.)

Yuta: (And you’re a bad kid, right, Yuta-kun?)

Kanna: Zzz, zzz…♪

Hinata: (This kid might be incredible— more than anyone could imagine.)

Yuta: (But his sleeping face is adorable, just like any other normal kid's would be, y’know)

Translation notes

He's repeating back the same phrases that Hinata and Yuta used to describe him while he was 'sleeping'..

The original saying is '触らぬ神に祟りなし' which is means the same thing as 'let sleeping dogs lie', but I retained the 神 portion because I figured it might be a fun play on Kanna's first name '神無'

[cyber-night]

A very late chrimis smut. :3

Content Warnings: Dom Reader, sub character, Sub Fyodor, puppy play-ish, leash, collar, things nit to do in a church, this is surprisingly gentle for me, degradation, humiliation let me know if I missed something

You were sitting in church listening to the pastor drone on and on about the birth of christ and the miraculous conception and virgin Mary. While your lovely Fyodor tried to keep himself from trembling. Fyodor had made a slight miscalculation when trying to get you to attend Christmas Eve mass. That mistake being that he said he'd do "anything" to get you to come with him... anything turned out to be a vibrating plug pressed against his prostate and a thin collar and leash beneat his suit.

The leash went under his shirt and down his sleeve easily hidden and hard to notice when you held it you held his hand as well. Fyodor, for the most part, was very good at focusing on the preacher except when you changed the speed of the vibrator. Periodically, you'd raise and lower the speed to make him tense. After the sermon, they started on communion. The part you were most looking forward to and that he was most dreading. You both stand up the leash still in your hand, hidden from view as you held onto his. Just before you both took communion, you turned the vibrator off. When he went to take a sip of wine, you turned it to the highest setting and watched him choke you coo and pat his back as if comforting him. The priest looks at him worriedly, and Fyodor brushes it off his violet eyes, looking at you pathetically. You guide him back to the pew and then turn the vibrator off for the rest of mass.

Once you two were home, it was past midnight. The moment the door shuts, Fyodor looks at you, hopefully. He's so worked up and sensitive. His body is so easy to play with, and you had been tormenting him all throughout midnight mass. He didn't want to have to use his hand to try and pleasure himself tonight, not after he'd been so good for you. He wouldn't say any of that to you, though, his emotions far too private for him to lay bare. So, instead, he tries to say it with his eyes. You know him well enough to read him like a book. "Aww, is my poor puppy needy?" You tease him as you start unbuttoning his shirt. "Don't worry, I have gifts for you, and while I think most should be saved till tomorrow, I think I'll let you unwrap one tonight. How does that sound?" You ask sweetly as you push his shirt open and wrap the leash around your hand several times so you can pull him in for a kiss. His eyes are glazed over, his brain already shutting off after having to work overtime at church to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself.

You grab a box from under the tree and then guide him up to your bedroom he follows obediently, not that he has a choice with you tugging his leash. Once you have him in your shared bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed watching him with loving eyes. "Puppy, why don't you strip for me?" you say thoughtfully gesturing to his open shirt and his pants. Fyodor nods, his hair falling in his face as he does so, and you watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, then sinks to his knees between your legs. You then present him with a wrapped box. "For you, my sweet little mutt." He reaches up and takes it.

You can see he's been biting his nails worse than usual. The holidays are usually stressful for him to many people and events going on. You decide not to comment on it now. He holds it, looking up at you, waiting to be told he can open it. "Good boy. Yes, you can open it now." Carefully, Fyodor unwraps the box, choosing to peal the paper off at the seams rather than rip it off. He folds the paper up and sets it to the side before inspecting the box. "Go ahead and open it, Doll." He opens the box to reveal a photo album with a lock. The key rests beneath the book, and he gently unlocks the photo album. The photos in it were pictures of him... him tied up, him trembling, or with his back arched as he came, all of the photos were him in increasingly lewd positions. "All... all of them are of me?" He asks. He knew you took photos of him you had asked and still did before doing so, but he'd never seen them until now. He flips the page and pauses there nestled in-between photos of him in is a photo of you... a professionally done photo of you, a nude photo of you. He flips through the book, slowly looking at himself and pin-ups of you.

You can see his hips idly moving, shifting the plug that's still buried inside him. "Horny, are we?" He snaps his head up to glare at you. "Don't look at me like that. Or I won't fuck you senseless while you flip through that. Now come up here, hands and knees darling." You say as you tug on his leash. He moves up onto the bed, bringing the book and whining as the plug shifts. He gets into position and has the book set in front of him so he can still flip through it. You toy with the plug inside him before removing it and slowly and gently replacing it with your cock. "Ngh- s-so pretty..." He moans softly. "Which one? You or me?" The page he's on has a photo of him on his knees with a dildo in his ass and mouth this was back when you were training away his God awful gag reflux. Next to it though is a picture of you chest exposed and legs spread just enough a piece of silk cloth draped over you. "Personally? I think it's you. You cried so much when we did that." He whimpered as you gently fucked him. "Made such a mess too. Pity you don't gag like that anymore. It made you so pathetic, puppy."

Fyodor shudders his arms, giving out as he collapses beneath your slow and forceful thrusts. His eyes roll back as the angle forces you deeper into him. "Please..." He whines you use the leash to pull him up onto his knees, his back to your chest, so you can bite and suck on his neck. One of his hands reaches behind him to rest on your waist for an attempt at stability. "Such a good boy. Taking it so well for me, mutt." A soft kiss is placed on his jaw. "Is my puppy close?" He whines and leans his head back on your shoulder as his body trembles as he cums untouched. His cute little cock leaking spurts of cum onto the mattress. "Did you like your gifts?" You ask him softly as you lay him down. He looks up at you in confusion. "Gifts? Plural?"

"The book... and the sex." You tease him as you undo his collar so he can rest. He hums in understanding and smiles faintly as he nods. The book and his collar and leash are set aside as he pulls you into his embrace. You kiss him, then whisper. "Merry Christmas, Dove. Rest and I'll clean you up, yeah?" He nods and dozes off slightly, making you smile.

[evelynpr]

bakugou for the character ask game?

Truly the teenage boy, shonen deuteragonist, love interest coded, gay asshole, of all time.

My first impression - Woah I did not understand why people were so into this guy. Like I get it, he's a flawed and loud pretty boy, he gets character development, and probably gay, but seriously him??? His mouth is so fucking foul and he is so up his ass. - I was meh with this character, enjoyed him in fan content, but just did not get why people were sooo into this guy.

My impression now - I cried in "Light Fades To Rain". Twice. - My god his growth...his will, his persistence, and by god his love for Izuku is so ridiculous and powerful I just cannot help but admire the little shithead. - He is also a lot more to me than I expected, with the whole "foul mouth shit", "high expectations bullshit", "violent urges", and "dedicating your whole life and love to someone you love and admire" and that...that makes me feel quite conflicted.

Favorite thing about that character - The thing about Bakugou is that...you just cannot help but wish you had the same kind of persistence, strength, will, and power that he does. I love how all this is initially so shallow and selfish, then grows to wanting to be a better and truer hero. He really learns and changes and is just an unstoppable force of nature, it's genuinely incredible and beautiful to watch.

Least favorite thing - I wished that the overall writing did go harder in making him stop bad-mouthing people and...everything so much. You can tell he did grow to respect and care for people around him more, but by gods he is sooo bad at communicating his feelings right now. (tbf, he is so fucking young and traumatized) - Also, really please stop hitting people. I get a knee-jerk reaction to that kind of physical violence sometimes ngl.

Favorite line/scene - There are so many. I already mentioned his death in "Light Fades to Rain" so I'll mention a different one - Team Bakugou in Class A vs B was so goddamn good, for being a monumental milestone of his character. How much he trusted his teammates and put himself in danger to save others, winning in the end. No injuries, no failures, truly a perfect beautiful victory. How he also pushes Deku to keep getting better afterwards in his usual constipated-ass language too. Man I just love that battle to death.

Favorite interaction that character has with another - (me pulling out scenes that aren't bkdk centered here hahaha) - I fucking LOVED the Bakugou vs Ochako fight. It made me love Ochako so so much as a kid. I really wished we had a follow-up to that battle, and it genuinely changed my life. - I love how it really shows just how focused and rational he is in battle. How he truly respects his opponents, Ochako in this case, and the sports festival really establishes so much about him.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more - Speaking of which...OCHAKO VS BAKUGO 2 COME ONNNN - There is SO MUCH these two need to talk about. How to save people, who they want to save, who saved them, never underestimating each other, how they changed and grew. I just love these two characters to bits, that's why I need them to FIGHT AND TALK SO BADDDD - Additional: Also Toga (see my post on Toga right before this one lmao), Shoto (because I still don't really get their friendship but its hilarious, and I love Shoto)

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character - I legit cannot think of anything here...like for Toga...I am so sorry my brain is blanking T__T - It's hard to be a massive anger-issue filled, victory-focused, die for their lover (twice), amazing chef, all at once, kinda guy...you know?

A headcanon about that character - I am a believer in trans!fem Bakugo in the future. He's so ridiculously angry for some reason, voice always cracking, and just on-edge for some reason. Idk I just think its hilarious and satisfying if he transed his gender in the future and became happier and more comfortable.

A song that reminds of that character - I also have a Bkdk playlist in the making! Here's some bkg focused songs in character development order: - Boys will be Bugs, President Perfect, Top of my School, Oh No!, I'm Gonna Win, The Last of the Real Ones, Skyfall, Die For You, Set Fire to the Rain

An unpopular opinion about that character - Like Toga, he actually isn't possessive. I think he quite well understands and accepts that Izuku is a very loving person that many people are easily drawn to (I mean, he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't understand that). - He is protective instead of possessive. He keeps an eye out for anything and anyone who could possibly actually hurt Izuku, but he doesn't hold him back at all in hanging around with others, and when other people fall for Izuku either. - He is actually quite skinny, and doesn't have the big thick buff guy build. Those go to Izuku and Iida more imo.

Favorite picture - I never really thought of this much??? I love art of him being softer, more solemn, quiet and contemplative even. I guess I'll go pick out some favs right now...

Here they are! Hope you enjoy the post lmao

[animalsalvationassociation]

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

In response to this post here by @4eyedloser (for Shellington’s foot scars)

[ Shellington Mellegan (Character Ref) ]

Honestly beach episodes are probably going to be a staple on this blog because they’re really fun to draw. Was seriously stressing about what I was gonna post this week because the art block is real, but only Ocotnauts related because my brain hates me.

And I mean ArtFight is coming up so I’ve been mostly focused on that. Yes I will try to participate this year, it’s just hard for me to art under pressure so most years I either forget about it or struggle till the end of the event.

Anyways—This gave me an excuse to draw Shellington’s dad bod, and add to the headcanons. I’ll always take the excuse for pointing out unnecessary trauma. ;)

I’d say the burns were at least second degree, he was pretty close and that would’ve be extremely painful. I would say it took a while to even get off of pain meds. And you know those nerves are suffering.

(don’t just how I draw feet, it’s a skill in development . . .) 🦶🏻🦶🏻🦶🏻

(Can someone please send me/tell me the name of that one beach meme with the two types of dads—the celebrity one. Like the one guy is a really good dad and is holding his baby with a towel on their head and kissing them while the other is slinging their kid over their shoulder by the foot . . . It would be much appreciated . . . no I don’t have any plans for that at allllll)

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[trappedinafantasy37]

I guess I'll start my Daedra questions with one I've been curious since the beginning (since I think about this stuff way too much). What build was Daedra originally? Like class level division, notable feats or fun things you did/memorable moments that never made it into the story? Did it change for the story?

Also, which Tav voice? I have big feelings about all of them :3

Lots of good questions @alicelufenia! This will be a bit of a long one.

I'll do the easiest question first, Voice 4.

Before I get into it, since many people don't know what Daedra looks like, here's some Daedra spam:

Daedra's build

Her split was 5/3/4 Gloomstalker Ranger / Assassin Rogue / War Cleric of Lolth. I picked this build because Gortash describes Durge as an assassin so I wanted to go a full stealth build which is where the Gloomstalker Assassin came in. I also knew from the beginning that I was going to have her be a cleric of Lolth, but it was more for roleplay rather than any mechanic. I picked war domain because war actually is one of Lolth's domains (with the other one being Trickery. And we know from Shadowheart just how absolutely atrocious Trickery domain is). I started Daedra as a Ranger and then took the cleric dip at level 2. Afterwards, I focused getting ranger and rogue to their desired levels before finishing off with cleric in Act 3.

Like I said, I picked cleric more for the roleplay aspect rather than the mechanics. So, I did not anticipate how much synergy there would be with war domain. With War Domain you get a war priest charge in which you get an extra attack for the turn. So, you can start the game off being able to do two attacks. And then once you get 3 Ranger, you get Dread Ambusher which gives you an extra attack at the beginning of the turn. So for the very first turn, you can attack three times. Once you get to 5 ranger, you get the Extra Attack like with the other martial classes. So on the very first turn, you can attack four times.

Daedra also had all the brain worms (there actually are enough worms in the game in which you can max out two characters). For feats, she had Sharpshooter and Ability improvement for Dex (with Auntie Ethel's boon she has max Dex at 20).

Gear: Frayed Drow Hood, Deathstalker Mantle, Spidersilk Armor, Craterflesh Gloves (I forgot to give her in the story), Disintegrating Night Walkers

Jewelry: Amulet of Bhaal (gave to Minthara in the story), Shifting Corpus Ring (gave to Shadowheart in the story), Eversight Ring (gave to Minthara in the story)

Weapons: Justiciar's Scimitar, Knife of the Undermountain King (gave to Minthara in the story), and the Deadshot

Lemme tell ya, this build is nasty. It got to the point where it felt like Daedra was soloing the game. There were some times where Daedra would kill everyone in the first turn (so Minthara and Shadowheart never even got a hit off) and this was in Tactician! If Daedra didn't end the fight, then Shadowheart and Minthara would. The only time things were really tricky was during the major boss fights. But, even on the major bosses, if I had Daedra focus on the boss alone, she could get them very low on HP in the first turn. Daedra absolutely humiliated Orin.

Story Cuts

Now, onto the things that never made it into the story. First, Wyll and Karlach. Yes, I did initially have it so that Wyll and Karlach were in the story. But, I realized when I actually starting writing that Wyll and Karlach would not let the grove raid stand, so they died in the grove raid which was really hard for me to do. I also thought it was just beautifully tragic that Minthara was the one to kill Karlach in just the worst and most painful way possible.

Second change, I had initially planned a chapter were the elves met Ethel and Araj in Act 3. The reason why I wanted to do it was to kind of show how Daedra is starting to indulge on her urges as she would have chosen to kill Lora (the mom) completely on her own without discussing it with Shadowheart and Minthara. I also wanted to have Minthara interact with Araj as House Baenre was the one responsible for the destruction of House Oblodra and I wanted to have this interaction in which Araj would ask Minthara if she was here to finish the job her house didn't. But, when it came time to actually write the chapter, I really didn't want to do it, so I didn't.

Third change, I had two chapters planned in which the elves would destroy the Foundry and then go kill Gortash. Later that night, Daedra and Minthara would sneak back into Wyrm's Rock so Minthara can sit on a dead man's throne and then fuck Daedra on it. But when I was thinking about it, I couldn't find any logical reason to do so other than "just because". Minthara had made an alliance with Gortash and wanted to keep it until it proved inconvenient. But, it never proved inconvenient so there was no reason for Minthara to turn on Gortash and destroy the Foundry.

Fourth change was Mizora. I actually did have three chapters in which Mizora would just randomly show up just to be a pain in the ass. Because Mizora is a little upset that she lost her "favorite little pet" and she knows Minthara is the reason why. So, Mizora shows up and basically tells Minthara, "if I can't play with my pet anymore, I will play with yours" and Mizora just starts tormenting Daedra. There was a moment where Mizora stole Daedra's old bow and snapped it in half (which was the reason why Daedra bought the Dead Shot in Chapter 38), another moment where Mizora actually threw Daedra off the bridge between Wyrm's Rock and the Lower City, and another moment in which Mizora not only revealed the locations of the elves and broke their stealth in the fight with Dolor in Chapter 39 but she was also the one who snitched to the Fist Guards and prompted the chase. I cut Mizora from the story because I really could not find a reason as to why she would be there without Wyll other than "just because".

Another thing that didn't make it into the story was Withers! But, this was not actually intentional. I just forgot to write him in there and when I realized he was missing I didn't feel like going back and writing him. You see, I already knew from the get-go that Bhaal was gonna murk Daedra (that was a very hard in stone decision I made very early on as I was always going to have it so that Minthara killed Orin). So the question of resurrection became very tricky for me to answer, and I almost didn't resurrect Daedra. And then I remembered, Lolth is right there. The next tricky question was determining whether or not Lolth is actually willing to resurrect someone, at least with their soul intact and not as puppets. But, from the lore I've read, Lolth would resurrect a drow if she had really good reason to.

I also had a One Shot planned called "Dread Ambusher" that was meant to take place during the events of Chapter 38: Old Acquaintances. At the end of that chapter, Daedra sneaks back into the mansion in the middle of the night and Minthara questions if Daedra killed someone. "Dread Ambusher" was meant to go over those events. In this one shot, Daedra actually does sneak out of the mansion with the intent to kill someone and she runs into Orin. And the two of them hunt together, and they both enjoy their time together. Daedra even begins to feel somewhat of a sibling bond with Orin and how nice it is to have someone around that doesn't look down on her for her urges or treat her like a child. And Daedra ends up killing someone that Minthara told her not to (the victim was a patriar and someone who most certainly would be noticed if they went missing) and Orin almost convinces Daedra to kill children. But, Daedra reigns back some self control and spares the kids, but she injures herself as a means of control. This is why she is limping when she returns to the mansion and its because she has a massive stab wound in her leg. The reason this was cut was because I had ended up finishing the entire fic before I got around to writing the one shot. So, when the publications in AO3 caught up to Chapter 38, I had lost the steam to write this one shot and could not find the willpower to do so. But, I do want to be clear, just because I did not write it does not mean it doesn't happen. The events that I had planned for this one shot all actually do happen that night and are canon to the story.

There were also a few more one shots that I had wanted to do but also ran out of steam. There was gonna be a one shot that took place immediately after Chapter 44: Parting Wisdom in which Jaheira would get all the elves high, because they needed that good self medication to help them get through their damn problems and stop all this "woe is me" nonsense. I thought it would have been really funny to write Minthara completely zooted out of her mind. Another one shot meant to take place after Chapter 44 that I called the "One Eyed Paladin" in which Minthara is training and learning how to fight again now that she only has one eye and her depth perception was off. During the training, Minthara gets extremely frustrated with herself and starts beating herself up in which Daedra actually calms her down and helps her.

This post probably had more detail than you were probably expecting, but I did want to talk about all the things that I almost did, but didn't do. Really good questions! Keep 'em coming folks!

[wishjacked]

Happy #WebcomicDay!! :D

This year we're celebrating the process of making pages... so below the cut I've got a bunch of pictures sharing how I go about making pages of my evil post-apocalyptic workplace sitcom, Cargo!! :D

So! My process!!

Writing-> I think sometimes there's pressure to "write" your comic a certain way, I see people talking about script format and stuff a lot. That really doesn't work for me, though! I write my "first draft" script in short scenes on scrap paper, in whatever order they come to me. Sometimes a scene will just be one or two lines, and then a little description of what I want to happen in the rest of the scene.

Later I type the scene up, and write the "connective tissue" that fits between the disjointed scenes so they all flow together like they ought. I don't do page breaks or even character tag or action notes hahahaha I like it to be as BASIC as POSSIBLE so it's easy to edit. And since I'm the person drawing it I can almost always remember who's supposed to be saying what lmao

I edit a lot, but the most major editing is also probably the last bit... when I letter my pages usually I realize "they would never say that" and so I end up rephrasing everything. My art brain is sometimes waaaaay better at phrasing hahaha. Like you can see in the finished page for this script I rewrote like basically all of it, and actually went back to the original "sketch" script in a lot of places.

Thumbnailing-> my thumbs are really big, I draw them with markers on printer paper and keep them in a binder!! I like to thumb scenes in batches and I also usually write my dialogue on them, just so I can read through them before (and while) I draw to get a feel for how the pacing works. :)

Sketching-> OH sketching is also really hard for me! I don't have a good visual imagination so it's really important for me to make sure I have good references. Last year I was especially focusing on setting.

My comic is set in Florida. I'm lucky in that I used to live there and still go back to visit sometimes, so sometimes I can gather my own reference images! But more often I start on Google Maps or Zillow, trying to find buildings that have interesting features or the right kind of "look" for what I want. I'll also look up other interesting elements, my comic is set in a post-apocalypse and I'll research home gardening and things like that which people would probably have.

For example, in this set in chapter 7, I used Google Maps images, photo references of indoor hydroponic gardening, and like, 90's-00's hacker computer setups haha. Also my BFF Roomstyler.com, where you can make 3d house interiors haha!!

Lineart-> I LOVE lineart it is my favorite!!!! I sketch and ink two pages at a time, and it usually takes somewhere between 10-12 hours to do both steps.

I actually think my art looks best when it's just lineart... but I think my STORY is better with color, like it makes it clearer and easier to read and it has a better atmosphere HAHA.

Colors-> I think it usually takes me 4-6 hours to do 2 pages (I haven't timed myself as consistently as I time my lineart and sketching). I have a big file with small copies of my previous pages that I color drop from, and my characters are all flats only. The limited palette that I use is also really handy, it streamlines coloring a LOT.

Finishing Touches-> aka I steal mercilessly from my one true love, my internet home, the beautiful and blessed Wikimedia Commons

I put lots of overlay layers on my art! I like textures so having some strange little textures or pictures on things makes my art feel a lot more finished to me.

And finally my very most favorite ✨finishing touch✨ is the bright colored/patterned gutters that I use. Here are some of my favorites that I've made and used in the past!

And that's all!! I hope you guys have a very happy Webcomics Day and find lots and lots of wonderful new things to read!!!

[andypantsx3]

fingerprints | 6 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 4.5k of est. 25k words | 6th of 9 chapters

summary: When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.  

tags/warnings: romance, soulmate au, fluff, pining, not actually unrequited love, aged up characters, eventual smut

You couldn’t concentrate on where Shouto was taking you, too focused on the feeling of your hand in his.

He hadn’t let you go, even minutes into the walk, and you could tell he’d been keeping up his quirk, his gloved hand unnaturally warm over yours, so that the cold didn’t have the chance to touch you. You kept your face tucked into your scarf, trying very hard not to let your expression show the euphoric and embarrassed rush of emotions ping-ponging through you.

“Your mom’s just like you, you know,” you told him as you trudged carefully along the sidewalk.

Shouto looked down at you, eyes inscrutable behind his sunglasses.

“You both seem quiet and mysterious but there’s a lot of warmth under there,” you explained. They also were both weirdly insistent in their own way, and you rather thought you’d do anything to please either of them. Though for Rei, it was more in search of her maternal approval, and Shouto—

Well, everything about Shouto nuked all the regular functionalities of your brain. You were helpless against him.

“You also look a lot alike,” you said.

Shouto made a low humming noise in his throat. “I’ve often been compared to my father.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head. “Not saying there’s no resemblance but it’s so clear when you and your mom are side by side,” you said. They were both so similar, so inhumanly pretty.

Shouto stopped walking, a white eyebrow raising over the top of his sunglasses as he looked at you, and you realized with some horror that you’d said that part aloud.

“Inhumanly pretty,” he echoed, and a furious flush rose to your face.

“I didn’t—um,” you floundered, searching for an out lest he think you were hitting on him. “I just meant. She’s pretty and you. Uh, look–I mean, you’re kind of–similar looking. Um, because–related…”

“Because related,” Shouto repeated. You wanted to curl up and die.

“Shut up,” you moaned, shoving your face further into your scarf. “Princess is the real looker of your family so don’t get a big head.”

The flash of a smirk on Shouto’s normally impassive face made all your veins heat through as if lava had been poured into them.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said so blandly that you knew he was making fun of you.

If only he had let that building crush you.

His quiet was a little too self-satisfied for your liking but it only lasted a minute more, until Shouto pulled you to a halt just outside a department store. It was definitely upscale, with twisting silver characters spelling out the name, windows sheltering a very carefully cultivated display of expensive-looking items in a minimalist palette. A bald white mannequin judged you eyelessly over her tweed ensemble.

“In here,” Shouto intoned, pulling you through the doors. You noticed he kept his sunglasses and hat on, and cast around quickly as you entered the store, as if making sure no one recognized him.

The interior was even fancier, so aggressively groomed and vacuumed, with high-vaulted ceilings and neat, cleanly-kept racks lining the walkways. The patrons were even more immaculately outfitted in sharp designer coats, and the whole place smelled vaguely of some unspecified blend of fancy perfumes from the parfumerie counter, ambery cedarwood and powdery florals.

“What are you shopping for?” you asked as Shouto led you into the store. You tried not to feel too out of place in your puffer jacket, eyeing Shouto’s woolen coat a little jealously.

“Gloves,” Shouto said after a small pause, inexplicably leading you towards the women’s section.

His hands were slender and fine-boned, sure, but large enough that you thought he might have trouble with a woman’s glove. And it was nearing the holidays. So who was he buying for? His mom? Fuyumi? Or…Creati?

You shoved down a miserable little flicker of envy.

Not yours, you repeated to yourself, sneaking a quick glance at him. Your soulmate, maybe, but someone else’s boyfriend. Not yours.

As you neared the racks of accessories, you combed through your brain for some response that didn’t make you sound like the world’s most jealous little weenie, and forcibly perked yourself up. You did have plenty of experience window shopping. And you did appreciate the excuse to spend more time with him, whatever the cause.

“Need a professional woman’s opinion, huh,” you said, gently tugging your hand from Shouto’s as you finally made it to the displays. The gloves were laid out alongside all manner of hats and scarves, neat, enticing rows of leather and warm wool and cashmere.

“What luck I am a woman, professionally,” you pronounced. “And as you are probably now aware from the mountain of blankets in my apartment, I am an expert in coziness.”

Shouto was quiet a moment, and you turned to look at him curiously, only to find him watching you with a quirk to his mouth you might have termed fond, if that thought wasn’t the most presumptuous idea of all time. It looked very much like how he watched Princess, except that was the height of conceit to think so.

You hesitated, wondering what he was thinking.

“Good,” he intoned in his low tone, something like an amused note in it. “Your expertise is very much required.”

You nodded and turned back to the rows of gloves, running a hand over them covetously. You picked carefully through them, honing in on the more muted palettes, imagining both his mom or Creati might like something more classic-looking. “What’s your price range? And who is the recipient? Does she have a favorite color?”

“There is no price range,” Shouto said, moving closer to peer over your shoulder. You very carefully ignored the heat of him at your back. “You should pick something you would like.”

You imagined your tastes were miles away from those of Shouto’s mom, or Yaoyorozu Momo, heiress to the Yaoyorozu Conglomerate. But gloves were pretty neutral ground.

Eventually you settled on a pretty pair of cream cashmere gloves, so soft they almost felt like liquid running across your fingers. Classy, cozy, and utterly perfect.

“Here’s my professional recommendation,” you told him. “These are stupid cute and so soft. Unless you think she’s not a cashmere kind of a lady…? Is it….your mom? Um, Creati?”

Shouto’s mouth quirked again. He didn’t answer, just took the gloves from you and pulled your hand back into his in one swift movement, leading you over to the counter.

He answered politely to the cashier and swiped his card, but then did something totally strange when she went to put the gloves into a bag.

“She’ll wear them, thank you,” he said, accepting them from the cashier.

You whipped around, startled, wondering how he knew the recipient had arrived—only to find no one behind you—not his mom, Fuyumi, Creati, or a single other woman in range.

Shouto had yanked the obscenely, offensively high-priced tag off by the time you turned back to him, confused, and he started guiding you back out of the store.

Your mouth dropped open when he gripped your wrist gently and pulled a glove onto your hand, exactly as he’d done that night you’d first met at the coffee shop. You reflexively pulled your other hand back from him in alarm, letting out the stupidest, splutteriest sound of all time, like a platypus sneezing.

“Sh–uh–what—?” you garbled out.

Shouto’s mouth pulled into a full smile, that charming white sliver that punched all the air out of your lungs. Like the strike of a viper, his hand snapped out and caught your other wrist, tugging your fingers into the other glove.

You were stunned by his speed, and even more stunned by the fucking insane generosity of the gesture that was now dawning on you. A curling roil of emotions twisted inside you, each one more confusing than the last.

Human expression failed you.

“Shouto, you–I–you can’t—these—”

“They’re for you,” he said seriously.

“I can buy my own gloves!” you said, throat closing with some emotion very close to touched. “You do not need–”

“I don’t need to,” Shouto agreed quietly. “I wanted to.”

Your whole body felt hot and squirmy.

“These are too nice,” you said. Shouto’s fingers gripped your wrists as if he knew you’d meant to pull them off. “And I still owe you for lunch, and the cafe that time. And I work with dogs, these could get ruined.”

“Then I will buy you a new pair,” Shouto said, deeply unphased.

“No!” you said quickly. “Shouto, you don’t understand—”

Suddenly he guided you to a halt, his face so close to yours that you could see the tiniest spray of nearly-invisible freckles along the bridge of his nose. You caught sight of your own shocked face in the reflection of his sunglasses before he pushed them up, and then those horribly lovely, mismatched eyes were catching yours in an unyielding gaze.

“You bought my mother tea,” he said. “You’re allowed to give gifts, but I’m not allowed the same?”

“No–I mean, yes but—that’s not what I–”

His face tipped even closer, freezing every single one of your brain cells in place as if he’d iced them with his quirk. “Y/N,” he said, so low and soft.

He was doing it again, you thought helplessly. Pulling out his finishing move.

There was no way he didn’t know, at this point, that every single particle of your body went berserk in his proximity. He had to know how powerless you were against him. How all the fibers in your body unfurled under his attention, like flowers in the sun.

“Say yes,” he said, voice lower than you’d ever heard it.

You felt your mouth shape the answer without any input from your brain. “Yes.”

Shouto smiled again, that crescent moon sliver, and it looked so good on him you felt your toes curl in your boots.

You clamped your mouth tight, suddenly overcome with the urge to lean forward and taste his smile.

No. No no no.

“We have one more stop,” Shouto told you, and you just nodded helplessly. You followed him, dazed.

Somewhere outside the department store, you finally remembered your manners, stumbling along beside him. “Thank you, Shouto,” you said, your voice embarrassingly quivery. “I do promise I will pay you back.”

“Anything you pay me will go into Princess’s keeping,” Shouto said. “And I believe you were the one who told me she doesn’t need any more toys.”

“Okay, she deserves them but she doesn’t need them, there’s fifteen thousand and I know you’ve acquired more since I’ve last been there,” you squinted at him, realizing he was distracting you. He’d gotten so good at that.

“Just…these are beyond nice, Shouto, and I don’t think thank you is enough,” you said.

“I did not buy them for you for a thank you, or for a favor owed,” Shouto said. “I want you to have them.”

You didn’t know how to explain to him the intimacy of a gift like this, at least to you. Didn’t know if he understood that these gloves would crown the pile of confusion over your relationship to him. He’d never indicated what soulmates meant to him, personally, only that it meant something. And he likely had a girlfriend, so it couldn’t mean as much as that.

You hated to think of these gloves as a casual, platonic intimacy. But what more could there be…?

Your line of thinking was disrupted as Shouto steered you into an electronics store, all white tile and chrome finishes–and a pit of suspicion coiled in your gut.

Shouto’s quick shift into a carefully blank expression told you everything you needed to know.

“Oh no,” you said, attempting to extricate yourself from him, but his arm locked through yours like a steel band. Your stomach fluttered with just how unyielding his hold suddenly was, that pro hero athleticism turned on you, to devastating effect. Your boots literally slid across the tile flooring, propelled forwards entirely under Shouto’s power.

“Shouto, no,” you said firmly, even as his look went more innocent.

A saleswoman approached, and over your rising panic, you heard Shouto murmur some specifications to her–-highly expensive specifications.You wanted to climb out of your own skin.

“Shouto, I don’t have the money and you are absolutely not allowed,” you hissed.

He looked down at you mildly, expression bland. “Aren’t I?”

“No!” you said. “My phone works fine, it’s just a little banged up. You’re just wasting your money.”

A weird look came over Shouto’s face, then, a slight dip of his brows and tightening of his mouth, that you might have called displeased. He stepped forward to look into your face, fingers tightening in your sleeve. “Nothing done for you is a waste,” he said quietly.

Heat seeped across your face, flashing down your neck and spreading all throughout your body. Your fingers tingled with the heat, toes curling in your boots.

That sounded dangerously close to something romantic, not the sort of thing an everyday friend might declare. And especially not while purchasing you a brand new phone just because your screen had a couple of cracks. But he wouldn’t—he couldn’t mean—

“Here you are sir,” the saleswoman said, returning with a slim box clutched in her fingers. “Will we be needing a data transfer?”

“Please,” Shouto answered, hesitating a moment over you.

You hand dipped into your pocket, clutching your phone uncertainly. There was still time to refuse. Just because Shouto had said something so…perilously close to romantic, just because he had sounded like that, his voice all low and soft….it didn’t mean that you had to.

“Y/N,” Shouto said. “How will you properly appreciate the pictures of Princess unless you can see them?”

You were startled into a laugh, laughing even harder when you caught the earnest set of Shouto’s mouth. He literally meant it.

“Shouto,” you said exasperatedly, but he must have caught your defenses slipping, because he turned back to the saleswoman, bidding her to unbox the new phone. You knew you’d lost your case once she peeled back the plastic trim, knew that Shouto was going to pay for it whether or not you were being cooperative.

Your insides squirmed at the thought of him dropping all that money on you. There were so many implications to something like this–first the gloves, then the phone. And thinking back, Shouto had always steamrolled right over your attempts to pay up anywhere, at lunch with his mother, for dinner when you’d brought Princess home, at the coffee shop the first time you’d ever properly met up.

You just….

There were no words to properly express how grateful you were, but how much it made you feel like you were taking advantage of him. You wanted him to know you just liked being with him, that he didn’t need to rent your friendship—that you would give him your friendship so freely, wanted to give him so much more than that, had your affection been allowed…

Shouto, for his part, looked a little bit too pleased with himself as the saleswoman walked you through all the steps to transfer your data. You almost died of humiliation when she pulled up your camera roll and that picture of Shouto and Princess flashed across the screen, his mouth pressed to Princess’s little cream and orange head.

“Oh my god, you didn’t see that,” you told him, but Shouto’s eyes were already wide as you looked up at him, and a strange, pink tinge dusted those ridiculously high cheekbones.

You were thankfully saved from having to provide an excuse by the saleswoman directing you to pull your settings, and she walked you through a series of steps. You watched as your old phone went dark, finally, and your new phone flickered to life, with your same lock screen in place.

As Shouto and the saleswoman went through the bill, you clicked into all of your apps, checking that everything looked normal. It was only when you clicked absently into the news app that you saw it, freezing in place. It felt like Shouto had suddenly sprung his power on you, tendrils of ice creeping up your spine.

There was a picture of Yoshizuki Ayumi, her glossy hair flipped over her shoulder, those dark eyes intent on the camera. And beside her, the spine-chilling headline:

↗ Trending Now: Pro Hero Shouto’s Soulmate Revealed in New Tell-All Memoir

You clicked into the article, heart pounding, scanning down the paragraphs anxiously.

Villain attack victim Yoshizuki Ayumi rose to accidental fame after being mistaken for pro hero Todoroki Shouto’s soulmate in an incident earlier this winter. The incident, alternately referred to online as soulmate-gate or #shoulmate, revealed the existence of the pro hero’s soulmate, but the questions have always gone unanswered: Who was responsible for leaving their fingerprints on Shouto? Does he know who it was? And where is his soulmate now?

In her new book, A High Stakes Mistake, Yoshizuki retells that day from her perspective, with all its aftermath, and spills the beans on who she believes to be Shouto’s real soulmate: another victim of the villain attack the internet has dubbed Running Girl.

Your fingers shook where they gripped the edges of your new phone, and a hoarse, panicked noise escaped you.

Immediately, Shouto was leaning over you in concern.

“What is it, love?” he asked, his tone low and urgent.

The phone wobbled in your grip, your fingers suddenly flashing numb. Your heartbeat stuttered, breath stopping in your lungs.

Had you just hallucinated? Had Shouto just…..had he really just called you love? The word rang in your ears, clanging like a church bell. You opened your mouth, wondering if maybe you had just misheard him.

But then Shouto was easing the phone gently out of your fingers, his expression going hard.

He muttered a low swear, returning your phone to you, fingers dipping into his pocket and quickly pulling out his own phone. He nodded to the saleswoman, their business apparently finished, and he grabbed your hand, hastily pulling you out of the store with him.

You heard his phone ringing where it was pressed against his ear, and then a clipped female voice on the other end of the line.

“I’ve just seen it. Do you know where she is?” she asked.

“She’s with me,” Shouto said, pulling you closer into him. “I’m taking her home.”

“I’ll dispatch two heroes,” the woman said, and you realized it must be his manager. “I’ve already got PR on it, and legal is reaching out to the publisher to see what we can do to minimize the press.”

“Thank you,” Shouto said. His fingers were tight in your own, though his thumb absently smoothed over the fabric of your new glove. “I’ll be in soon.”

“Good,” his manager’s voice pronounced. “I’m not waiting for you to greenlight any of the press releases but we’ll probably need you to do some interviews.”

“I’ll do them,” he said solemnly.

There was a second of almost surprised silence on the other end of the line before his manager muttered. “Figures this is the thing that gets you to stop acting like a brat.”

You had to stuff a glove into your mouth to stop the wild, surprised little noise of amusement that wanted to come out at the sullen expression on Shouto’s face. The minute pout on his mouth was too cute to be allowed.

“I’ll call again when I’m on my way,” he said, and then hung up.

He let out a long, slow breath, and then turned to peer down at you. His gaze was hot on your face in stark contrast to the icy weather swirling around you. “I apologize,” he said, the pout on his mouth pulling into something like a frown.

You shook your head. “I don’t—I don’t want anyone to know, but it’s not your fault.” You swallowed, the real gravity of the situation suddenly sinking much deeper into your skin. If Shouto was apologizing, then….

“I’m the one who screamed about your soulmate and drew attention, wasn’t I?” you asked, fidgeting a little.

Shouto’s mouth curled almost fondly. “You also made it clear you were not to be involved.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, face warming again. “I needed the exercise.”

“I am sorry for what may come after,” Shouto said. His eyebrows were drawn with concern, and it took everything you had in you not to reach up and smooth the crease between them.

“I’ll figure it out,” you said. Though you had no idea, exactly, how bad this could get, or what figuring it out might entail. You had never really thought about what it might mean to be exposed as Shouto’s soulmate–-only experienced the raw, wild panic that had seized you when you’d first left those fingerprints on his cheek.

The desire to run came over you once more. But there was no running from something like this.

“My manager has sent two heroes to patrol your neighborhood, no one should be able to get in reach of you if you don’t want them to,” Shouto said, finally, steering you into the very neighborhood in question.

Some of the ice receded from your veins. If nothing else, you would at least be physically safe. But you wondered for how long you would have to be watched, have to be guarded like this. How long before it became too much for Shouto and his agency to maintain?

“I’ll call you soon,” Shouto said when you arrived at the door to your apartment building, the questions still churning inside you. “When everything is taken care of.”

You nodded seriously, climbing up a few stairs so you could look into his face more easily. “Thank you, for everything. You don’t know how much this means.” You pointed a finger at him menacingly. “And you take care of yourself, too.”

Shouto’s mouth twitched again, that almost-fond look coming over him once more. “I will keep you safe,” he said, stepping closer.

It brought his face so horribly, terribly, wonderfully close to yours. His breath misted in the air, the little puff of his exhalation touching your own mouth. Your heart rate picked up into lightspeed, pulse pounding in your ears.

“Shouto,” you said, unclear about what you planned to say afterwards. You didn’t know if you meant to warn him away or beg him to move just a little bit closer.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice all low and serious. There was a curl on the end of your name, almost like a question.

He lingered there for a long moment, eyes burning through you. He was so still, like he was waiting for something…so still, like he was waiting for you to—

“Todoroki,” a voice issued from over Shouto’s shoulder.

You jumped, and Shouto’s eyes closed, his mouth tightening. He let out a huffy little exhale, before he turned his head to acknowledge the interloper.

It was another hero with violently purple hair. He was uniformed in a dark jumpsuit, with a long scarf looped many times over his neck, over which hung a strange mask-like device.

“Shinsou,” Shouto said. “Who did she send with you?”

“Tetsutetsu is scouting out the back of the building,” Shinsou said. His voice was low, like Shouto’s, and almost as equally as hypnotizing, but there was an affected laziness in it that you didn’t know if you liked. “Her roommate’s not inside, and no one’s tried to get in yet.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and you saw him actively suppress a smirk, like he knew he’d interrupted something. “I’m Mindjack. Real Steel and I will be watching over you. If you need anything, Todoroki will forward my contact info.”

He made no move to offer any kind of handshake or bow.

“Y/N,” you supplied.

“I’ve heard,” he said vaguely, letting his voice trail off in a way that made Shouto stiffen beside you.

“You should get inside,” Shouto said, taking your gloved hand again and turning back to you. Those mismatched eyes found yours again, watching you so very intently. “I’ll call soon.”

You nodded, heartbeat picking up with his hands on you again. “Take care of yourself,” you reminded him again.

A tiny smile threatened the corner of Shouto’s mouth. “I’ll take care of you, too,” he said. His fingers pressed down on yours, like he was trying to leave his fingerprints on you, even though the fabric of your gloves.

And then he was gone, leaving you to turn back to your building, wondering what the consequences would be now that the world might find you out.

[slasherwhxre]

I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR PT3 Of “catching feelings for you” with Frank 😭😭😭 I loved it so much

oh what the hell. you got it bb <3 side note, is this still a reaction?.. who knows honestly, i enjoyed writing it.

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DbD Killers' Reaction to: Catching Feelings for You, pt. 3

|| Characters: just Frank Morrison (as requested)

words: 1k (could've been way more tho)

[pt. 1] | [pt. 2] | [pt. 3] (here)

Frank half-masterminded a way to go about his problem, particularly about this so-called crush. He didn't know whether to feel mad at fuckface Ghost for putting it on his mind or at himself for thinking of you in the first place.

He had a plan of sorts. Well, it was in the works, kinda.

Okay, not a plan, no, though others would sure as hell label it as one, which is why he had kept it to himself. This was no doubt annoying.

Of course, that and.. the near constant awareness of having so much as an operation specifically designed for you awakened another level of disgust inside him.

Frank would get over it.

He just needed some blood to wash it off of his mind.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't happen.

Frank had tried. Was it his best?

Nah. No comment.

"So..," came a greeting and continued, "This is a first," all before he could even reply with 'Fucking tell me about it'.

The young woman in front of Frank had her arms crossed, she had a hidden mix of actual surprise in her sarcastic tone, "Guessing you didn't do so hot."

Frank exhaled, disappointment in himself apparent, "Jules." It meant don't start.

"Oh, hey," said another lively voice. Frank groaned inside for once. How great, here comes yet another unnecessary sack of flesh to make a comment on his misery. A most sincere welcome-back congregation this had turned out to be. This is way more fucking new, he thought to himself. "Hey." "You're.. uh, very clean." Suzy hesitated before voicing what she saw. Well. Clean.. as I ever will be, Frank peered down at his jacket.

The lack of survivor blood, or muck, or just... whatever dirt Entity World had on it was equally disturbing, as you in his mind.

"Focusing on a bitch when you can be killing bitches is unlike you," said a deeper voice. Voila. Now they had done it. He was annoyed times two. "Cut off my back."

Frank saw his crew look at each other with a concoction of amusement and confusion before focusing on him once more. Then followed the reactions.

"What?"

"You okay there, buddy?"

"I mean, if you insist."

The twice-as-annoyed and now even can be considered disgruntled man facepalmed, hard. He palmed some of his exposed hair in streas. It seems 'crush on the mind' was already costing him brain cells, so what's a few more?

"Urgh, I clearly meant to say, get off my back or cut me some slack. I don't know. Fuck me. Leave me alone." This must have been the definition of sheepish. On top of it all he had just contradicted his own words by taking a step inside the shack.

I'll leave first, whatever, he had intended, at least, but an unwelcome, however unsurprising, voice made him stop, accompanied by a not-so-genuine-sounding slow clap. It came from above. I'll. Just. Walk. Away.

Nope.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Oh, what fucking now? Frank held back the desire to shout.

"Our own little Frankie.. dazed by his newfound love. I can't believe it."

Love? You're fucking crazy.

And so am I. It's just a survivor that doesn't even fucking know you, and the fact that the words that came out of this motherfucker's mouth didn't feel all that unnatural is absolutely fucking insane, I will-

Frank ceased his derailing.

He put on a not-so-bothered-at-least-in-front-of-the-enemy act and gazed at the tree.

"Fuck are you doing here?" he barked to a pair of dark and muddy boots, who then decided it was a perfect time to jump down and make his presence known, like he hadn't done so already.

"Oh, me?" Ghostface pointed his thumb towards his masked face in an exaggerated manner, "Well, I just came by to say that that was truly embarrassing, even for you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Ah, but you already know." Danny tilted his head while checking out his nails nonchalantly, "It's just kinda interesting that you're making us know too. My sincerest thanks."

"You're not a part of this."

Danny looked up at the four. "Oh no? I don't see a lot of backlash." Needless to say, his confidence got on head Legion's nerves. "Take a vote."

Silence.

Frank didn't need to look to his left, right or back to know they were enjoying his antics, so he didn't bother. This was remarkably tipping his anger to the limit and his members watching this interaction go down wasn't helping. "How about.. you take a hint instead?" Fuck. That was all he could muster. Ghostface more like FrustratingFace, fuck thank God I didn't say that.

"Hint? Hint that you get your rocks off to the newbie? Oh, Frankie-"

"Call me that again-"

"Even the Entity must fucking know." Danny's tone took a sharp turn to ice-cold. It made something known to Frank's mind. Oh. So that's why...

"Yeah." Danny put on strong emphasis. Frank's silence had given the dawning of realization away, "That's what's up, dummy. The entity sees everything. There's no way it'll put you on a trial with the newbie if you keep letting livestock get away from you, will it, Mr. Wolf? I mean, just use your head a bit." Frank tuned him out as he went on about how the Entity couldn't go hungry like a little baby. He wasn't that dumb. Sure, he was dumber now that you preoccupied most of his empty-mind, but Danny had already made his point.

Kill you.

He had to kill you the next time he saw you. And he hoped to whatever God that was out there that he wasn't too attracted to you to stick his knife right in your heart.

Nah, he wasn't. But maybe he could take care of both of his problems? Two birds with one stone. Meh. One knife, one love. He'd figure it out.

pt. 4? 👀

[tired-teacher-blog]

hi lovely, if you don’t have too much on your plate i’ve had an idea for a scenario

shouto or aizawa with a so who has adhd. so trying to cook for him but he walks in the kitchen to see ingredients everywhere and so doing something else (maybe even a stove/oven left on- i have a bad habit of doing that) loving your work :)

Oh baby this one hit close to home 😄 I hope you enjoy my input *kisses*

Title : Chaotic attempt

Characters : Shouto/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ angst/ Drabble

Trigger Warning : Some adhd symptoms mentioned, including (carelessness, poor organisational skills, inability to focus, forgetfulness)

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It was a rare day off, one you decided to spend doing something special for your boyfriend, perhaps preparing a delicious treat for the both of you to enjoy in the evening while watching a movie.

You were confused as to where to start and how to get it done, and it's not that you had never cooked in your life before, it's just that everytime you do –and no matter how simple the recipe is– you always end up making a huge mess in the kitchen, to the point of injuring yourself at times.

But you had enough confidence for once to try and get it right.

_ "Okay, I'll just stay focused and follow the recipe." you were so hyped, watching and rewatching the chef's video just to make sure you wouldn't forget any ingredients he mentioned.

Your once clean kitchen turned messier each time you touched something new, but that didn't seem to bother you one bit, you were solely focused on following the instructions to the letter, excited to prepare your boyfriend's tasty treat and watch his reaction as you finally present it to him..

_ "Y/n, are you home babe?" Shouto kicked off his shoes and dragged his feet searching for you around the apartment.

_ "I'm right here sweetie!" you called out for him and he followed your voice to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks with surprise.

It was as if a tornado had hit the entire place; egg shells on the floor, butter smearing the counter, melted chocolate everywhere, and then there you were, a big smile adorning your face while you took pictures of the beautiful looking cake placed on the kitchen table.

_ "Y/n, what happened here?" he mumbled, looking around the mess you'd made, and for a moment failing to notice the little surprise you worked so hard to make for him.

_ "Shouto! You're here on time! Look what I've made!" your excitement prevented you from noticing his uncomfortable expressions, but his lack of response did it.

Your smile disappeared and a confused look took its place, "Shouto, what's wrong?" you moved slowly towards him, searching for an answer that didn't come, he wasn't even looking at you at that point, he was studying the mess around you two instead.

You turned your head to where he was focused and finally understood, "oh, I'm really sorry for all this mess, I'll clean up quickly so just.. please, just.. give me a few minutes.." you choked out as you immediately started wiping the counter and throwing away the litter.

You were embarrassed, once again you managed to act immaturely in front of him and the realization brought tears to your eyes.

_ "Y/n, honey look at me," he approached you from behind, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder, and giving you time to respond.

_ "Yes just a second, let me take care of this first," you feigned nonchalance as you struggled to fight your tears back, and it was at that moment the beautifully decorated handmade cake caught his attention, and it finally dawned on him.. all this mess he was shocked to see was due to the effort you put into that treat, but instead of gratitude he showed concern for your kitchen's state.

_ "Y/n, please turn around and talk to me." he moved you gently so you were facing him, though your head hung low in shame.

He was quiet at first, searching his brain for the right words to say, and wiping your burning tears away.

_ "I'm sorry Shouto, I didn't mean to cause this much chaos, I wanted to do something nice for you but ended up ruining it," you beat him to it, speaking your mind before he could get a word out, and he hated himself for it.

He hated that he was too slow to realize the whole situation, he hated that he made you misunderstand his reaction, and he mostly hated that he made you apologize.

He pulled you closer and squeezed you between his arms, kissing the top of your head as he found his voice at last, "you did nothing wrong sweetheart so please don't apologize because I'm the one who should," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm sorry for making you feel bad after what you did for me, I was never mad at you I was actually worried, I thought something bad had happened to you while I was away and I simply freaked out."

His hold tightened around you, and his words washed away your anxieties.

You smiled against his chest and said nothing, but he could feel your body relaxing in his arms and that was all he needed to finally heave a sigh of relief, "can you please forgive my foolishness?" he sounded desperate and you wanted to reassure him.

_ "There is nothing to forgive sweetie," you pushed yourself up and cradled his clenched jaw, smoothing the tight muscles under your fingertips, "that's okay, it was only a misunderstanding."

_ "I know but, I made you feel bad." he placed his hands on yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing each and every delicate finger.

You got so lost watching him; eyes gently closed and warm breath fanning over your skin as his kisses moved from one pad to the other, whispering his regrets repeatedly.

_ "I love you Shouto," you had to stop his endless apologies because it was painful watching him on the brink of tears, "I'm really not mad, I am sad though seeing you this way so please show me your smile so we could finally eat this stupid cake."

Your little joke did it, causing a hearty chuckle to leave his throat as his expressions finally softened.

_ "I love you more y/n," he leaned in, placing a gentle peck on your lips and another on your cheek, "let's see what you've made."

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Yesterday I arrived at a Christmas fundraiser event as a volunteer. There were parents and kids, carols and laughter, families dancing and talking in bright voices.

My back was to it all. I guarded the entry table, took money, explained the festivities, and watched them move on. Other volunteers came to talk with me, sat at the table two and three at a time, offered me cocoa and cookies and engaged me in bright conversation while the room reverberated with noise and more families came in and waited expectantly at my table.

Four hours later, I felt like I was going to pass out, but I had two more hours to go. By the time I got home after dark, I was shaking. I felt like my brain had been sucked out with a straw, leaving a rattling ringing in my ears.

This morning, after running tech for the UU service, everyone got up and started talking at once but I couldn't understand them because there was a crashing ocean noise in my skull that rumbled painfully in my ears every time someone made a sound. I had to get out. I picked up my bag, said goodbye, and ran.

For the past few years-- since joining this community and since becoming a manager at work, since I've started running meetings and supervising people and being asked to give every moment of my time to solving other people's personal problems or to noisy, bright, confusing events --I've forced myself to try and be normal.

Normal is taking everything I have, so I keep my abnormalities to myself: my fanfiction, my kids' shows, my fantasy novels, my podcasts, the tent I sleep in every night because it's the only thing that makes me feel safe. These things are secret because they're mine and mine alone. I can't let normal take them, too.

One of those secret things is Hilda.

I adore this show so incredibly much. I feel like it was written just for me: the folklore, the woods, the low-stakes adventures, the knowledge that everything will be okay in the end. This is the world I always wanted. It's the story that I always wanted to write. Even now, its gentle lessons on how to be a good person and how to be a good friend are morals I needed to hear. And I tried applying those lessons: be adventurous, invite others to explore with you, say what's on your mind, ask questions, knock on doors, help where help is needed, engage fully in every conversation, spend all your time with other people, leap first and look later, be loud, and contribute to the noise and color and light. Do all these things and everyone will love you. Keep doing it, even if it hurts. You'll adjust. You'll become resilient. And you'll be happy and you'll make everyone else happy.

But then. Now. There's Louise.

This is me. I'm so quiet that no one sees me, no one knows my name, and when I make a sound people jump. In my overwhelmed and frustrated state, after trying so hard to be like everyone else, this three-second scene made me cry with relief.

I'd been so focused on turning myself into the person that everyone else needed that I'd forgotten who I am. Louise reminded me. As the episode went on, I remembered how I used to quietly and calmly observe. How I would absorb and analyze and only speak when I'd built up something to say.

But most importantly-- the thing that reached into my soul and ripped it out --was the fact that Louise is comfortable in who she is. By the end of the show, her quiet observation is her strength. She's strong and confident, not timid and shy. She can be accepted warmly as a good friend even if she isn't as loud as everyone else. Her character arc is not to overcome her quietness. Being quiet is a part of her personality, and she's loved and accepted for who she is.

And that? I don't remember seeing that.

Ever.

Only a couple weeks ago I sat in a roomful of people and told them I was grateful to them for teaching me how to be more outgoing while, at the same time, the raging ocean waves of protest crashed in my ears. Just push through it, I'd thought. The more you force yourself to be extroverted, the easier it will become. But what if it was okay to be myself?

I haven't watched past this introductory episode, but this kids' show is washing away my existential crisis and I love it so, so much.

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Disabled4Disabled ships spotlight for Disability Pride Month: Tally Youngblood and Shay from Scott Westerfelds Uglies Series.

As much as I love them and as much as their stories helped me accept my own neurodivergence, I was hesitant to include them here and can only recommend Uglies with a huge caveat.

First reason: Unlike the other ships I include in this, Tally/Shay is not canon, it is just the relationship the series focuses on the most and has a fairly strong subtext.

Second reason: While the way the series portrays both Tally and Shays increasingly intense, for the lack of better words, general neurodiversity, and especially Tallys choice at the end, was groundbreaking for this time period and is even now much braver than what most novels would do – the way the series portrays their self-harming and Tallys and her boyfriend Zanes eating disorders is not good to say it friendly.

I don’t think the whole series is irredeemable, because everything else about it is just so good, but it is something you have to be aware of going in.

The issue lies not so much in the characters glorifying both as ways to escape their dystopian brainwashing, dystopias are famous for unreliable narrators, but that the disconnect between them doing this and the narrative and the author knowing that this is not a healthy way to deal with this is not better established.

It is also described not just fairly explicit, but also in a way that made readers who actually dealt with these issues feel alienated, since the self-harm is first described in a fairly antagonistic cult-like clique, and Tally and Zanes clique amicably mock them for loosing weight and becoming bony and haggard.

Why was this still so healing for me as a queer autistic woman with bipolar disorder?

Close to every book says that being different is okay and you should not conform to societal ideals. Uglies actually shows how insidious societal expectations are, how you still believe them even when they harm you, and how much it hurts to be lonely and different. With Uglies, you can believe it when it says being different (neurodivergent, queer) is okay, because it feels like it understands how hard it is.

In the first book, their neurodivergence is only hinted at, if anything. Tally doesn’t has many friends and all of them already were made into the older societal caste aka Pretties. She is lonely, and she desperately wants to be like them too, normal, how she should be. She meets Shay, who doesn’t fit in either, but takes the opposite route, rebelling against the system and being just so angry. It feels like the two extremes neurodivergent people can deal with their differences.

Their friendship made me feel so seen. It was deep and close, but also so jealous and it becomes increasingly more toxic and complex, as their dystopian system pushes them against each other again and again. It felt like all these messed up, failed female friendships I had. Even with how homoerotic it is, but both of them are too trapped in their other relationships and their past to ever act on it.

In the second book, without spoilering too much, their neurodivergent behaviors become so much more clear and also self-destructive due to the golden-cage like environment they find themselves in.

And in the third book, it is explicitly mentioned that the way their brains work is very different from the norm in a mental illness way. Even if, spoilers for the rest of this paragraph, their neurodivergence is artificially altered to make them more effective (read: self-destructive) super soldiers. As their allies come up with a way to undo this, Shay choses to do it. But Tally refuses. This blew my mind as a teen. That you could actually see your neurodivergence as a part of yourself. Even if it’s seen as bad, or destructive, or inconvenient for yourself and others.

There also is a third disabled character, Tallys boyfriend Zane, who already from the first time we meet him has an eating disorder, and also later acquires brain damage that causes him problems with motor skills. Tally at this point is horrible ableist to him about the physical disability, being programmed to by her dystopian society, but both her and the narrative also very firmly know that this is bigoted and something she needs to overcome. It is uncomfortable and harrowing and tragic to watch, but IMO it is respectful even if the characters are not.

Ultimately, it depends on what you search for if this would be a good read for you. Are you searching for accurate, healing self-harm and eating disorder representation? Then this is absolutely the wrong book. Are you searching for a touching, thought-provoking story about beauty culture, societal pressure and human nature, told through the toxic friendship between two teenage girls in a dystopian society? Then I can only recommend it.

A movie of the first book will come out 13.September this year on Netflix, hope it’s as good as the book. Sadly, in the book racially ambiguous Tally is white in it though, but Shay stays a WOC.

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Blue lock in the Demon Slayer au (pt III)

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No particular warnings, yet. Characters introduced: Kaiser and Ness.

Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura. 

Next chapter is focused on the boulder and the Final selection process!

A few weeks had passed since (Y/n) arrived at Noel's house. Isagi had fallen asleep the night they arrived and ever since then didn't wake up. (Y/n) tried her best not to worry and would stay in the room Isagi was in, just in case he woke up at night. Noa had also called a local doctor to check on him, but the doctor could find no issues with the boy.

"You are distracted." The girl woke up from her thoughts as she felt Noa kick her to the ground. The girl groaned, remembering that she was actually training with the man. She looked up and nervously laughed at the man while sitting up.

"O-oops..." Noa sighed and shook his head, causing the girl to stop and look at the ground.

"I will be blunt, but this isn't working. You have the strength and flexibility to be a great fighter, but you lack the brain to learn anything." She flinched at Noa's words and looked up.

"I am sorry..."

"Go inside and have dinner." Noa said, walking away as (Y/n) looked at him in sadness.

'Stupid...how will you save Yoichi like this?!' She thought, on the verge of crying. She got up and looked at the setting sun, ignoring the ache her muscles were having, as she got used to this feeling over the few weeks.

'I am not even hungry... how can I eat when Yoichi? How can I even rest when I know I won't be able to fulfill my promise to protect him?' She groaned, walking away from the garden and out into the woods, to the same place where Noa and her trained hours ago.

'What am I doing wrong? I am using up all my strength and even concentrating on the fire breathing, but nothing works. This katana is very useless too. It's so inconvenient.' She thought, throwing it away and went to stretch out her body instead.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid-"

"What are you doing there?"

She jumped as she heard Noa's voice and looked up at the man, who was holding a book.

"I...Stretching!" She quickly said. Noa nodded his head and handed (Y/n) the book.

"Uhhh? What's with this book?" She asked.

"Read it. I don't think you are really made for fire breathing. But, there is a breathing technique that is related to mine, but you might have an easier time using it." (Y/n) slowly nodded her head and opened her book, reading a little through it.

"Love...breathing?" She raised her eyebrow.

"That breathing style didn't appear in the past 100 years, since not a lot of people have the muscle density and physiology like you. Read through it for the next two days. I have a special training prepared for you later." Noa started walking away, (Y/n) only staring at him in confusion.

"Hurry up, it's getting late. If a demon appears..." She yelped and got up, taking the katana and running after the man.

The same night, (Y/n) was again in Yoichi's room. The demon boy was sound asleep while she read the book under the candlelight.

'Hmmm... so love breathing is derived from flame breathing and has six forms... what else... it relies on the flexibility and durability of the users body-' She stopped reading as she heard some shuffling and looked over. At first, she thought Yoichi had woken up, but he had just rolled over in his sleep. She smiled softly and turned off the light, then buried herself in her futon.

'I should probably sleep too.'

For the next two days, (Y/n) spent herself studying love breathing and concentrating on using it while doing her individual trainings. And although she had much of a easier time with this breathing style than with flame breathing, the katana made it at some points hard to practice.

'This thing is soo useless!' She thought, glaring at her katana as Noa called her over.

"Are we training again?!" She wondered, running to the man.

"Kind of. Come on, I prepared something for you. Leave that katana here. You will use this one instead." The man said, giving her a different one.

'Is there a difference between these two?' She thought doing as she was told, then inspected the katana. From the outside it looked like the one she was using the whole time. (Y/n) decided to stay quiet tho and followed him deeper into the woods.

"We are here." Noa announced and (Y/n) looked at the place. What was once a simple training ground had now various traps, dummies dangling from the tall trees and on the ground, among other things.

"What is all of this?"

"It's to train you in love breathing. You read through all the 6 forms, right?"

(Y/n) nodded her head.

"Your mission is to slash as many of these dummies with one of those forms, at the same time."

"But...Noa-san, aren't they all too far away for me to do that?" She wondered.

"Take your katana out." He said and she silently did as told, only to gasp at how much longer this one was.

"Eh?! What kind of a katana is this?! It's... oddly flexible..." She muttered, moving the thing up and down.

"This one is more useful for the type of breathing style you will train for now. The previous love breather used the same one." Noa explained.

"Now get to training." He commanded as (Y/n) nodded her head. She looked nervously at the katana and then at the training ground.

'What if this isn't the right one either?! What if Noa-san loses his patience with me and just gives up after this?! What if he ends up killing Yoichi-'

"Hurry up." Noa called out, watching her in a bored manner as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head. She looked back at the dummies and at her katana.

'Flexibility... hmmm...' She thought for a moment, then an idea hit her.

"Most of these dummies are in the air... how was it with the third form... you leap into the air and perform multiple, quick slashes..." She muttered, finally getting an idea.

'I guess this is supposed to be handled like a whip?' She thought. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) tried to concentrate all her breathing on her arms and legs, while trying to picture how the breathing style should work.

Noa watched silently as ran and finally jumped in the air.

"Love breathing. Third form: Catlove shower." (Y/n) felt an odd sensation run through her body as she performed a few slashes. It was a... refreshing feeling... like the one she would get after a good sleep and breakfast.

'This feels nice- Ouch!' She winced, finally landing on the ground. Opening her arms, she noted a few wounds she made on her body while moving the katana.

'Ahhh! I am stupid! Why did I think this would work?!'

"Great job." She froze after hearing Noa's voice and turned to look at him.

"What?" (Y/n) asked as the man pointed up. Looking up, her eyes widened when she saw all the dummies being successfully cut.

"I... I did that?" She asked Noa, who nodded his head.

"It was impressive to see, although we still need to work on your control with that sword. It was a little clumsily executed."

(Y/n) blushed and grinned, ignoring the pain in her arms as she cheered.

"I did it! I did it!"

Noa watched with a passive look, but inwardly he was more than happy that they finally figured her breathing style.

'Maybe, after 5 years I can have a student who will pass the final selection. Maybe it will knock Kaiser off of his high horse a little.'

The man thought, remembering how much he gloated that he was the first one of his students to pass the selection after nearly 7 years. The blonde completely ignored the fact that Ness, another student of Noa, passed it too.

Months had passed of her training with Noa, and another winter season came, indicating to (Y/n) that a year had already passed since the incident. Over the time, she finally got a hang of the breathing technique and the weird katana. Noa would leave for missions from time to time, leaving her to train alone. Yoichi has still not woken up, and wouldn't it be for his breathing, (Y/n) would have believed he was dead by now. After some time, the nightmares about her parents and his had stopped too.

"That's about it. I have nothing else to teach you." Noa said, as (Y/n) knocked the katana out of his hands. The girl looked at him in surprise.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Mhm. You have good control on your katana and breathing technique. It's up to you to perfect everything after becoming a demon slayer officially."

"And how will I do that?" She wondered.

"There is a special process, the Final selection, where all the trained students go and have to survive a week in the forest on the Mount Fujisakane. I, as your teacher, get to decide when you will be going there."

"Ah! Alright! So when will I be going?" She asked, excited that she can finally move further to her goal.

"Not yet, you are not ready."

"What? But you just said we are done!" (Y/n) argued.

"With the training. I still have a final test for you."

"A test?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah it's-"

"Hey, old man!" Noa groaned and (Y/n) looked on in surprise as a new figure approached them... well 2, but one wasn't speaking.

"Kaiser... Ness, what are you two doing here?" The man asked in surprise. (Y/n) silently stared at the boy who was speaking. He had blond hair with blue ends, blue eyes, wore the same sort uniform as Noa and had a smirk on his face.

'He looks...questionable...' She raise her eyebrow suspiciously at him, then looked at the more silent boy. He had strawberry blonde hair with purple ends, purple eyes and was dressed the same as the previous boy, just that he wore a much more welcoming smile.

'Who are these people now?' (Y/n) thought.

"I came to visit you, old man. After all, I need to see how my old teacher is doing." The blonde said back.

"I am in the middle of teaching, Kaiser." Noa said, causing the said boy to look over at (Y/n).

"A...a girl? You are teaching a girl to become what... a maid?" Kaiser laughed as the other boy, Ness kept quiet.

"No, to become a demon slayer." She said back, a little annoyed with his words. Ness looked at her in surprise as Kaiser stopped laughing.

"You? A demon slayer? A girl?" Kaiser smiled mockingly.

"Yeah, what's the issue with that?" She asked, getting annoyed.

"Kaiser, shut up. I went over this with you, just because girls aren't common in the Corps, doesn't mean they can't join." Noa said back.

"Come on." Kaiser waved him off, then walked to (Y/n).

"This here can never be strong enough for the Corps." He said, point at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" She yelled.

"Don't yell at Kaiser." Ness said in a warning manner.

"So you can speak?" She asked, looking at him now.

"Kaiser, you know full well that the current Hashira, who is a woman, beat you in a hand to hand combat." The said boy blushed in embarrassment.

"I let her beat me!" Kaiser protested. Noa shook his head and pulled (Y/n) along to the forest.

"If you have nothing better to say, go and do your missions. You too, Ness." The white-haired man told them.

"What did you mean that girls aren't common in the Corps?" (Y/n) questioned as the two were put of their earshot.

"For two simple reasons. One is that most of the other men underestimate the women who join and make a joke our of it, and the 2nd one is that women are more common to be targeted by demons."

"Why is that?"

"It has something to do with the blood. Demons like it more." Noa explained simply, then looked down at (Y/n) and patted her head.

"Don't worry too much about it, for now concentrate on your test."

"What test?" She asked, his words still echoing in her head.

"You see that giant rock?" Noa pointed at the said item, that was a few meters away from them.

"Yeah."

"Your test is to split it in half. Once you do that, you will join the Final selection."

"Split it in half?!" She questioned, looking more at the giant rock.

"How am I supposed to do that?!" She wandered.

"Use your katana and everything I thought you on concentrated breathing." Noa explained, watching as (Y/n) walked up to the boulder, eyeing it up and down.

"Kaiser, are you alright?" Ness questioned his friend worriedly as he followed his around Noa's estate.

"I need to know why Noa wants to train that weak girl. There is no way he doesn't have a motive behind it."

"How do you know she is weak?" Ness wondered, trying to stop him from opening every door there was.

"Please, there is no way she has any strength in that body. There are no muscles on her body or anything of similar sorts." Kaiser muttered, intrigued on why Noa was so adamant to teach her. The man had been training students for the past decade, and only 2 have survived to become demon slayers. None of the students were girls, so why did Noa want to teach one all of a sudden?

Kaiser's questions were soon answered as Ness stopped in his tracks, looking at a door in horror.

"A demon... a demon is here." Ness said, both boys taking their katanas out.

"What is a demon doing here? During the day at that?" Kaiser wondered, slowly opening the door. Both him and Ness looked at the sleeping Yoichi in utter confusion, it was odd to see a demon asleep and unbothered.

"Is.... is Noa hiding this demon? Won't he get in trouble?"

"I don't know, let's just get rid of this thing while we can." Kaiser snarled ready to behead Yoichi, when a voice interrupted him.

"And what are you two doing there?" Noa asked, appearing behind them.

"Noa?!" They both yelled, surprised they didn't hear him sooner.