#i just wanna get them as close to retail as i can

[grave-st0ned]

trying to find skulltimate secrets frankie in the us feels impossible rn idk how other countries have handled this with any other line holy FUCK

[shiningstages]

I’m probably gonna be very gbf once I actually read this new story event, but literally so many games have my soul rn, and I’ve been really tired / braindead since dad is doing overnights right now, and as such has been sleeping in the mornings, and so my body has been matching that and sleeping in a lot. So after I do a million things and then adjust back to actually being able to make coffee in the morning again, things will happen here!!

[notherpuppet]

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT

[lowkeyremi]

mayaaaaa !! so your aot fluff just sent my soul back to my levi fanfic phase 😭😭 can you please please write more of levi with his younger lover ??? i need to know all about it !!! how do they cuddle? how did they get together? what’s he like in public with them????

love you lots <33

OFC!! This is such a cute concept i'm excited to write this >:3 AND ILY TOO <333

It's not required but if you haven't read the first part you might wanna do that :)

CW: None, just fluff

First encounter:

The two of you met when he was on a business trip. You and your friends were shopping for new clothes and he was at the store for a new tie, because according to his boss, "you wear that same tie all the time, Ackerman. This meeting is really important so try to look nice."

When you saw him it was game over. Funny thing is you didn't even try to hide it either, your eyes widened, your jaw was on the floor, and everything.

"That guy is so hot! You should talk to him." Your friend squeals.

"No way in hell, he's probably married! That'd be so weird." You argue in return. Your friend didn't give up though.

"Excuse me, sir! If you're looking for a tie my friend can help you look for one! She used to work in retail." Her voice is sweet when talking to him. If that super hot guy hadn't been right there you would have smacked her.

He didn't say anything at first, he looked you up and down. "He's checking you out!" She whisper-yelled. You elbowed her in the rib.

"I have a suit that looks like- you know what let me just look for a picture." He says, and what the hell... his voice is like silk.

You walk over to him. "Here it is." The suit is a dark gray, with a white undershirt. Your eyes scan his phone, it's an older outdated model and you can't help but giggle.

"Is gray a bad color for me?" He asks, with sarcasm.

"No no! It's just.. what model is your phone? It looks old." His brows furrow as he inspects his phone.

"I don't know, I got it a long time ago." He says with a shrug, "It works just fine."

"Sorry sorry. What kind of tie do you have right now? If you have one." You say trying to be inclusive.

"The one I usually wear is black but this is a special occasion so I need something else." You hum lightly while looking around.

"Okay, I'm thinking blue. Specifically dark blue." He nods and you two look around for a dark blue tie without patterns because he's basic.

Out of the corner of your eye your friends are making smooching faces and other romantic gestures. You're going to end them later.

"I found one thanks for the help." He says.

"Of course!" Fuck, too happy?

He stares at you for a moment, and you stare back before looking away. You take a step back and clear your throat.

"C-can.. I get your number?" Your foot is tapping and you're looking everywhere except for at him.

"Yeah, sorry if my calls don't go through because of my crappy phone." He says with a small.. smile?

You stare for a second in silence.

"That was my attempt at making a joke, it was bad." He says with a sigh.

"Yeah... we're gonna need to work on that. What's your name Mr. Gloomy?" You hand over your phone, you have the dial screen open so he can put in his number.

"Levi Ackerman." That small smile returns.

"I'll see you around, Levi."

In public:

Turns out you were actually the one who wasn't big on telling people about you at first. Levi is proud of everything he does. In all honesty you were slightly embarrassed by having an older boyfriend.

"What if people think you're my sugar daddy or something?" You reason.

"I'm not that old." He rolls his eyes.

"Why does it matter what other people think of our relationship anyway? They're not dating you, I am." He explains. He makes it sound like common sense, which it is, but you still think it's a little awkward.

"I mean it doesn't matter too much but-"

"I respect your decision. I'm not huge on PDA but I'd at least like people close to me to know." He explains rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. You grab his hand (which happens to be very veiny and pretty) and kiss it.

"Thanks, Levi."

-----

When you did tell everyone... you were all over him. Levi was never big on PDA but he didn't mind giving you a little kiss or holding your hand.

The only time he's really touching you in public is one someone's hitting on you. Levi gets scared that you'll find someone younger than him.

-----

"Did you want to go out sometime?" Your new co-worker asks you. He doesn't know you have a boyfriend but you've been rejecting him all week.

You check your phone to see that Levi's just arrived. Your shift ended early today and he promised to come get you and take you out.

"Um no than-"

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Levi's voice is confident and smug. The guy looks over to Levi and then to you. His face flushes and he starts to stammer.

"U-uh sorry. I... I didn't know." Levi exhales as the guy walks away in a hurry.

"You should call me that more often." You chime in with a cheeky smirk.

"I do." He offers you his hand. When you take it, he leads the way to his black cadillac.

"I mean yeah! But not outside of the house."

"I'm working on it... baby."

Meeting the parents:

To your surprise they were very accepting of Levi.

"They've always been very childish. I'm so glad they found someone to keep them in shape." Your mother was embarrassing as always.

"Take care of them." Your father had said.

Levi nodded and they stood there awkwardly.

"Um dad! Levi works for a law firm! Isn't that something? You've always wanted me to get into law school, remember?" Your attempt to change the subject worked.

"I did, but you never wanted to. Always said "Dad! I don't wanna sit at a desk all day!" What law firm do you work for Levi?" It must be a parent's job to embarrass their child.

"Oh I work for..."

That convo went on forever.

-------

"Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Ackerman." Levi nodded, which motivated you to place down the bouquet of Mrs. Ackerman's favorite flowers on her gravestone.

"You guys seemed like great people from what Levi told me. I'm taking care of him, he's not a lonely loser anymore." Tears are welling up but nothing comes out, you smile softly.

"I was never a loser." His eye roll doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"If that's what makes you feel better, then okay. Anyway, I wish I could have had the chance to meet you guys. Mrs. Ackerman I can see why your husband married you. You were fine as hell. That must be where Levi gets it from." You rant with a little giggle.

"I look more like my father." He reminds you.

"Yeah yeah, this isn't about you. I'm trying to meet your parents." You wave him away and continue to talk to the Ackermans.

"I think they would have liked you, a little weirded out by you at first but in the end they would have loved you like you were their own." Two arms wrap around you and then those tears fall. Out of all your relationships none have ever made you feel this loved and wanted.

Chilling:

"Boop!" Levi almost bites your finger this time.

"Stop "booping" me. It's annoying." He's facing you while in bed, those dark, onyx eyes look into yours. God he's so beautiful.

"I'm bored, let's get up." That's probably the tenth time you've said that to him.

"We agreed on fifteen more minutes of cuddling." Levi is a cuddler. In previous relationships you've complained about not being cuddled enough.

Levi is all about physical affection inside of the household. You love it, but at times like right now, you just crave to move around.

He's peppering your face with kisses, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, everywhere. The cherry on top is that he smiles when he hears you chuckle at his actions.

"Okay now we can get up, since you're so impatient." Those snuggly arms let go of your body so you can go get ready for the day.

"I love you Levi!" He hesitates upon hearing you say that before responding, "I love you too."

In conclusion Levi is literally like a dad who has to keep one of those little kid backpack leash things on his kid (you) lol he loves you tho <3

[airbendertendou]

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the darkened sky greets you as you clock out, jacket slung over your shoulders and drink for the day half-empty in your hand. you blink, letting out a yawn as you venture to the car waiting for you. the backdoor opens, "[name]."

"hi, honey," you crawl into the car beside rindou, planting a kiss on his cheek. tired eyes look to the front, soft smile still painting your lips. "hi, boys. good day?"

ran turns in the drivers seat to grin your way. "all good with us, future-in-law!"

shion sniffles in the passenger seat, rubbing under his nose. he pouts your way helplessly, "gettin' sick, [name]! need your tea."

"hmph," rindou puts an arm over your shoulder, bringing you as close as the seatbelt would allow. he narrows his eyes, "you'll survive without it."

ran sneaks a glance at his brother with a teasing grin as he starts the car. the plan is simple - mucho is making dinner and, as rindou's partner, you've been invited. the tenjiku crew had always been nice to you anyways — you never minded spending time with them.

you stretch as you exit the car, your stuff still occupying your seat. the work shirt [technically your uniform] has been taken off, leaving you in regular clothes. you let out a small groan as your arms pop. rindou holds his hand out to you, "good?"

"tired," you send him a smile, lacing your fingers in his. you plant another kiss on his cheek, leaning into the responding one he leaves on your head. "a little hungry. ready to see everyone, too."

rindou hums against your temple, "think they like you more than me."

you grin, "maybe!"

kakucho answers the door, allowing the four of you in stiffly. he waves your way before leaving to the kitchen, mumbling a recipe to himself. mochi waves at you as he samples a piece of food, leaning away from mucho as he swats at him.

you feel eyes bleeding into you one second and then the leader is in front of you the next.

“bad day?” izana leans forward at the waist, wisteria eyes planted on you. they widen a bit, venegeful malice coloring them. “want me to have a talk with anyone?”

“no,” you grin at the threat. with a small, delicate hold to his hand, you squeeze it before dropping it. “i appreciate the thought, though.”

izana watches you for a second more before nodding. he lifts his nose into the air, "just say the word."

"i'll keep that in mind!" your grin doesn't fade as you spot the newest addition, kokonoi, keeping to himself. you wander up to him with your boyfriend in tow. "hi, koko. doing okay?"

the boy nods, face controlled and centered into a dull expression. "doing well." his gaze flickers to rindou before coming back to you. "that looked scary though. boss threaten you or something?"

"never," you snort. you lean in to stage whisper — the right side of rindou's mouth quirks up at the comical view. "he likes me too much. they all do."

kokonoi only smiles for a brief second, but you see that as a win.

——♡——

you plop onto the couch beside rindou as you're finally back home. your stomach is full and sore from the amount of laughter you shared with your friends. you let out a sigh and pat your stomach as rindou sits next to you. he tugs at your knees, pulling your legs up so that they're slung over his own.

you flex your ankle, wiggling your foot from side to side. you tilt your head, “think my compression socks are sexy?”

“super hot, babe,” rindou plants a kiss to your head. he taps your knee a few times before sighing. "don't wanna get up now."

nodding slowly, you purse your lips, "same."

rindou clicks his tongue a few times before speaking. "shower time — you wash my hair and i'll rub your back?"

"…deal."

——♡——

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[thegirlnextdoorssister]

You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship

Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship

A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.

As always MINORS DNI

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18+ only and consent banners by @maysdigitalarts

Chapter 1: Soulmate

Soulmate.

What’s a soulmate?

Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one. 

My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes. 

Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love. 

That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.

I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years. 

I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car. 

“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.    

Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter?  Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.

The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.

Don’t you love her madly?

Wanna be her daddy?

Don’t you love her face?

Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door? 

Like she did one thousand times before

I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.

«5 hours later»

Welcome to Âme soeur

French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky. 

Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.

“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out. 

“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped. 

Room 222.

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[fortuneravine]

Tell me about each of your PMD teams!

OH BOY ok okok

starting off with team obsidian (explorers of sky)

Mistral is. complicated. for starters i have played as her in rescue team, explorers, And super because at the time they were kinda just. me. less of an oc and more just my self insert (i actually changed their name because her old name is. just my name now)

but lately i've wanted her to be her own character and not me in totodile form so i'm kinda in the process of redoing everything about them.

Cinder i can say more about! they are a disaster. an absolute mess. sopping wet kitten born in a cardboard box all alone. she's wanted to be an explorer since she was little, but being a huge coward kinda got in the way of that. they got that scar on their chest when they went into a dungeon alone and it scared them away from exploring for a long time. it wasn't until she met mistral that she started to get her confidence back and they're much calmer and less afraid of everything nowadays!

now rescue team. i played as mistral again in my first pmddx playthough along with a cubone partner but. i have kinda replaced them as my Main pmd1 team with these guys. oops.

campfire are much more developed characters anyways so im gonna talk about them!

fig (she/any) is very quiet, as are basically all of my heroes because my selectively mute ass keeps latching onto silent protagonists. she's definitely the one i've given the not talking trait to the most though. chive is extremely extroverted and chatty so she handles all the talking. others tend to see them as closed off or mysterious because they can't get a good read on her. they're really sweet though

chive's main gimmick is she likes cooking! will probably settle down and open a little cafe once she's done with the rescue team business. likes to experiment with random berries and nuts she finds (fig keeps joking she's going to poison herself, but she owns like 3 different foraging guides, she knows what she's doing.)

next is team hydra! their ref is old and i need to redo it so here's one of my heropartnerweek pieces badly cropped. their names are Ceru (she/xe) and Olivine (he/they)

it turns out i lied when i said all my heroes are quiet ceru is actually pretty outgoing. still the more introverted of the duo but mainly because olivine is a people pleaser extraordinaire. she actually had a pretty boring life as a human and is a lot happier as a pokemon. she was Devastated about returning to the human world, mostly because xe didn't want to leave xyr friends, partially because oh come on it's so much cooler here i don't wanna go back to working retail

olivine, as i said, is a people pleaser, often to his detriment. he's always prioritizing other pokemon's happiness, even when it's at the cost of his own. they get better at this over time (ceru helps him a lot with learning to say No). he and ceru are inseparable besties. they're like a comedy duo. 2 things have olivine's undying commitment, his friends and The Bit

finally. super. again i already talked about mistral so here is Basil.

honestly? i feel like they don't have much of my own spin. pmsd partner is already a perfect character. they are so full of love. they love making others smile and they're maybe a little too enthusiastic about it. they tend to come off as overly friendly at best or annoying at worst. before meeting mistral they were pretty lonely despite trying so hard to make friends. they're very happy to finally have a real close friend who likes them how they are

this ended up a little rambly!! oops!! but there's my guys hope you like em :)

[i-cant-sing]

How do you're ocs treat Reader to a self care day?

Theodore is beating his chest with thunderous hands and opens his arms wide and that is your cue to fucking jump on him and let him cuddle you- cuddle the sadness, the depression, the fatigue OUT OF YOU. At least thats his idea of self care (that and shooting people... and breaking stuff... and causing chaos and destruction) but he'll compromise and do whatever you wanna do, as long as he gets to grumble and hold your hand (at least, he loves physical intimacy). Honestly, u can get him to agree anything u want if u just give him a kiss on the nose- and he will instantly melt. He will still complain, thats non negotiable.

Dimitri is a man of money. He will spend his entire account on you if it pleases you, and if retail therapy is your thing, girl u just hit the jackpot. Of course, hes down for seggsy times too, but thats really his idea of self care and if you wanna do something else, he can put his needs aside for now even though he promises you would've felt 100000 times better by the time he was done with you. But like i said, he's a rich guy, he will give u his credit cards and money if u wanna do something else. Hell, he's even rained them bills on you. "Do you want to jump on a pile of money, pchelka? Hm? I can arrange that for you, darling." (pchelka = little bee)

Eros... the golden boy, the charmer. He will literally sweep u off your feet with how sweet and caring he is omg he will actually drop everything he's doing the moment he hears you sigh out the wrong way. Like you take one breath way too deeply and he's right in front of you, holding your face ever so gently and asking you whats wrong. And you dont even need to tell him anything because he's just so darn smart and he can read you like an open book and thus, he knows what you need. He knows if its a "retail therapy" kinda day or "stay at home, do face masks and watch comfort movies" or "take long bubble baths together" kinda day. Please rant to him, he pays close attention to all of it and has the best and most appropriate reactions and... he just loves your voice. And the thing with Eros is that he doesnt just make it a self car day- no, its a self care days/week/months or however long HE deems that you need it. He's the best, i love him.

Magnus is... not the dude u wanna self care with. Like dont come to him and say "can i have some space/leave the house for a while because I desperately need some me time." because to him that means he needs to STEP TF UP and be there more for you as if u werent already tired of him breathing down your neck 24/7. "Hm, what did you say? You want some space? Oh but angel, that's not what you need. No, silly! God made us for each other, we're soulmates! And we need to be there for each other, in sickness and in health! Aww but I don't blame you for getting confused about what your body needs! Its what happens when you dont have a baby in you. And it has been a while since we had our last! I think its time for baby number 8! :D" And you best believe the cult members are glaring at you through the windows of your house, pointing their pitchforks at you to fucking follow your husband to the bedroom and let him put another baby in you or they will come in to help him do just that (and maybe beat u up a little when he's gone for baby shopping).

You say self care and Lucifer's mind goes to torturing souls and eternal damnation. But thats what he likes, and now that he likes you, he will let you express your preferences. I mean, personally he would kinda try to get u into adding more oil into the fire that burns souls, but he knows you dont like it when they scream... maybe he can pull their vocal cords out?? Hm, maybe. Lucifer allows u to do whatever you wanna do as long as you do it in hell/within the premises of his home(castle, really. Real edgy dark, satany theme going on). One time, you wanted someone to just hold u and since Lucifer is the only one who is allowed to touch you, you climbed into his lap and let him hold u for hours as he sat on his throne, and he swears he's never felt more content in his life than with you softly snoring in his arms and shuffling closer to him every now and then, with him carding a hand through your hair and kissing your soft cheeks.

[joshsbimbo]

christmas special

part 2

pairings: top! josh futterman x power bottom! fem! reader

warnings: shower sex idk, ur a retail worker, trying really hard to be up to ur interpretation but it’s HARD, whimpering meow, part two is more christmas themed, i’m sorry if you don’t celebrate christmas

a/n: was supposed to be one part and NOT 1.2k words but i got distracted. the original ploy was supposed to be part two (which i’m posting tmr!! muah!)

♡ holidays were the worst for retail workers. rude customers ignore their pleas or push past them aggressively. josh knew it all, not because he worked as one, but because you did. the night of black friday, you came home and dropped into his arms. he massaged your sore body as you ranted about your day of ed sheeran blasting throughout the store, kids sobbing and throwing tantrums, items on the floor, working overtime, not being able to sit down, and how much your boss sucked ESPECIALLY on black friday.

♡ it was the week of christmas, and you were dreading every single day. hugging josh for extra long in bed, pushing into him like a needy cat. mumbling against his skin as you pecked it, "i don't wanna go.."

♡ "i know, baby. i promise when you come back, you’ll get to unwrap your presents, we’ll make cookies and.." he whispered.

♡ your heart dropped, "it's christmas already? fuck.." you buried your face into his chest, mentally cursing yourself out. "i've been so caught up in work that.. fuck, fuck.. i didn’t get any gifts.."

♡ 'it's okay, baby. i understand.." he kisses your skin softly.

♡ "no.. no it's no-" your alarm to get ready for work goes off, and you sink into his touch even more.

♡ "i love you, baby. don't worry, just focus on yourself." he kisses your lips softly, the mint from his toothpaste still very strong.

♡ you groan as he gently lifts you up, you sit there as he starts the shower. he brings all your favorite products as well, like your lotion, and other products you use. when you walked in, his waist had a towel hanging from it, and a big smile on his face.

♡ "i thought this would be nicer than showering by yourself.." he mumbled before covering his face, blushing, "no, this is silly.."

♡ "no! i need this! please.." you take off his shirt you wore as pajamas, he scans your curves unintentionally. "i've been missing your touch since i started working overtime, joshy.." you lay your hands on his chest gently, admiring his features.

♡ josh looked into your eyes, understanding that you needed this. he made sure the water was warm before helping you enter inside, following you behind.

♡ you both let the water run on your bare bodies, he put a small glob of shampoo onto his hand, rubbed it so suds appeared, and massaged your scalp with it. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

♡ "you're so pretty, baby.." he said as he helped you rinse your hair from the remaining shampoo.

♡ you smile, trying to open your eyes to see him. he is so blurry from the water landing on your eyelashes, but you can still see his cute smile.

♡ he did the same with the conditioner, massaging the ends of your hair with it.

♡ as he rinsed your hair again, he admired your face since your eyes were closed. counting all your beauty marks, wanting to kiss all of them, but he knew he would take it too far, considering the location...

♡ the part he was dreading the most. body wash on his hands, rubbing your bare shoulders. you looked deep into his eyes, while his eyes were making sure you were lathered. his hands explored lower, cupping your chest, paying extra attention to your sensitive buds. your breath hitched, and he knew he fucked up. when he finally made eye contact, your face was flushed and your eyes were half hooded.

♡ you whine when he pulled away, grabbing more soap to wash the rest of your body. he gently rubbed your stomach, squishing it and smiling. "i love you so much.." he whispered as he explored your curves. you were always so sensitive to his touch, your cunt drips with the water as you hold on to him. his big and rough hands continue to massage your body with the suds.

♡ "i love you too, but i need you.. my job can wait.. please?" he smiles and giggles, looking away to hide his blush.

♡ “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe..”

♡ he puts his hand between your thighs, making sure the water rinses your sensitive places. rubbing your clit, your folds, and teasing your hole. your hands gripped his arm tightly, not expecting the touch.

♡ he pulls his hands away to cup your ass, rubbing more soap on it as an excuse to grope you. "you're so pretty when you're needy, baby."

♡ "shut uppp.." you mumbled against his skin, leaving him small hickeys. he whimpers in response, his cock leaking more and more as you touch him. you reach your hand around his length, feeling it throb. "please, joshy..?"

♡ his aching cock twitched into your hand, his hips thrusting into your touch, using your grip as a flesh light. "i'll do whatever you want me to."

♡ “keep moving your hips like the pretty boy you are, joshy..” you say, using the body wash as lube.

♡ his breath shakes as his thrusts become faster, “i need to feel you..”

♡ in a mocking tone, “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe.”

♡ “f-fuck you..” his head jumping back, feeling your thumb rub his sensitive tip. his pre cum makes it easier to swirl around his tip quickly, feeling it throb pathetically.

♡ “you know i hate it when you’re acting like a bitch.” you mumble. “but i’m about to be late for work.” you let go of his cock, turning around to bend over against the cold tiles.

♡ his eyes scans the water droplets on your naked body, ogling at your curves. “you’re so pretty..”

♡ “shut up and fuck me.” he wastes no time to position himself infront of your entrance, his huge and rough hands spreading your ass to make it easier. the head of his cock is enough to stretch you out, you whine at the painful pleasure. no matter how many times he cums inside of you, you never get use to the thickness.

♡ his length was worse, perfectly pressed against your cervix. he makes sure you’re gripping the slippery tiles before thrusting deeper, immediately hitting your sweet spot. your walls already tightening around him before he has the chance to fuck you properly.

♡ his arms wrap around your waist, holding you still as he pounds into your sweet spot. wanting to make it quick so you wouldn’t be late, but also wanting to let this moment linger longer. your back is pressed against his chest, he pecks your neck with kisses, whimpering into your ear.

♡ you struggle to hold yourself up, but with his arms holding you tightly against his chest, you barely need to hold onto the wall. your ass jiggles after every thrust, your legs shaking after every sound that escapes his lips. vocal men are the fucking best.

♡ his whines become high pitched, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.. babybabybaby..!” he bites your neck to try to quiet himself. you gasp in response, tightening around him, and tears running down your cheeks from your sweet spot being abused.

♡ “need- your cum, please!” you try to say between moans, his thick cock sloppily stretching you out, before he thrusts deep inside of you. his tip spurring loads of his cum, twitching pathetically as he pants against your ear.

♡ he carefully pulls out, mesmerized by his cum leaking out of you. he grabs you by the chin, pulling you in, kissing your perfect lips.

♡ “i love you..”

♡ “i love you too, baby.”

thx for reading !

[piratefishmama]

So i know the poll isnt over but i'm going to assume yes, to the background information on Finders Givers lmao.

So this is basically notes, they're notes I have on these characters, things that might not explicitly make it into the fic, and some things that might be included or referenced, but they're just... things i have noted down as character motivations or bits of information for specific characters that i wanna keep note of.

so keep some of these things in mind when characters are introduced! it'll explain a lot in terms of characterizations or vague references.

Please be advised there are CW's in here! CW: Mentions of ED CW: Mentions of human trafficking CW: mentions of illegal behaviour CW: mentions of past parental abuse CW: mentions of police bullshittery

The Harrington Family

Adults

Head of the family - Steve Harrington - 28 - Bisexual

Steve runs several underground businesses around the city, including drugs, fire arms, smuggling, and he owns a few clubs that deal in… illicit behaviours (strip clubs, gambling, etc.)

Steve also deals in legitimate business practices to cover up his naughty ones. He has military contracts for legal firearm development and distribution. He also owns a few local restaurants and a bakery that he bought to give Jane something soothing to do when her nerves are fried.

Steve was under his parents guidance until he was 18 years of age, they passed away in a car wreck leaving him with the 'family business' which he has since expanded and grown into a pretty sizable empire.

He lives in a high rise apartment in the city, the floor to cieling windows are bullet and blast proof and his security system is state of the art developed by his own company, he also has a security team and weapons hidden in several places around his apartment just in case anyone managed to get through the gauntlet of shit he's got lined up for them should anyone tresspass.

He owns the building, Robin lives in it, and so does Nancy and Jonathan although they're planning on getting a house somewhere just outside the city.

Steve wants the Hideout for drug and weapon smuggling purposes as one of the tunnels under it connects to a sewer line that runs to the city docks, getting the Hideout would mean he'd have access to pretty much the entire city from that one spot, as it's an access point to the tunnels not on any official city map.

Robin Buckley - 27 - Lesbian

Met Steve at a restaurant owned by his parents when they were both teenagers, Steve was still under his parents wing at that stage of his life and was held up by a rival family who caught him having dinner with friends, Robin, while working as a server, took a bullet for him, and wound up tied to a chair back to back with him in a warehouse while the bad guys tried to ransom them, took them both together thinking they knew each other because Robin took that bullet. They've been inseparable ever since.

She's the most important person in his life, he'd give up everything for her in a heartbeat. Wouldnt even think about it, he owes her his life.

Robin comes from a middle-class family and worked most of her teenage years in retail and customer service jobs, until she was taken hostage with Steve. She knows multiple languages, can play a few instruments. she's a little clumsy but she has spirit. she and Steve play basketball every now and then with the kids to unwind. She likes baking with Jane.

Nancy Wheeler - 27 - Bisexual

Steve brought her in when she was fired from her first reporter gig for some bogus political bullshit that wound up with her name being blacklisted in the industry when she went after the wrong person without any back up.

He paid for her student loans and brought her and her family into his family, she now works closely with Robin to make sure Steve doesnt do anything stupid, and if he does something stupid without telling them, she aids in damage control.

She's also a solid researcher, can find that needle in a haystack without needing a magnet. And she's really good with a gun.

Jonathan Byers - 27 - Heterosexual

Came with Nancy, is now her fiance. He's good at publicity shots, manages the galleries on the company's website. He takes most of Steve's public appearance photos. Doesn't really have the stomach for crime but he's pretty good at staying quiet.

Argyle - 27 - Pansexual

Came with Jonathan, a pretty spectacular get away driver, a good cook, and solid weed dealer, doesnt deal in anything stronger, has a quality hook up back in California that Steve was happy to connect with. He also ferries the kids around whenever they wanna do something stupid. Sometimes he appears with pizza, nobody knows where he gets the pizza, (he makes it himself).

He's currently staying with the Wheelers as there's no room for him elsewhere. He eventually moves into the block.

Billy Hargrove - 28 - one foot out of the closet Gay (still defensive about it)

Originally forced to work under Henry Creel, the head of a rival gang as an enforcer after his father racked up gambling debts with him. Billy is volatile, violent, and very defensive. He will snap to violence if he's backed into a corner.

Billy has a hair trigger temper similar to Jane, however his trauma is more related to his abusive father and being forced to work for Creel as a hitman/enforcer. He was the muscle, the guy who'd turn up to break things or kill someone. He's not a nice person by any means, he still acts a bit like a shark that's sensed blood in the water, but he's trying to be better now he's free of Creel.

He was raised by a racist, so his views on things are backwards and a lot twisted, but he's getting better. He's no longer antagonistic towards Lucas, he was for the first few months, but Max stepped in and shut that down.

He's doing a lot better now he's in a healthier environment, no longer fearing for his and Max's life, and no longer under Neil's abusive thumb, but he has unhealthy coping mechanisms for his stress and anger.

Joyce Byers - 46

Came with Jonathan. She doesnt really have a role besides keeping Hopper from arresting everyone. Everyone loves her though, she's like a mother to them all. Very protective of them. She'll do odd jobs here and there.

Jim Hopper - 46

Chief of Police in the city, Steve's parents basically blackmailed him years ago and Steve still has the material if Hopper ever stepped out of line.

Hopper has since reunited with, and fallen for Joyce, they went to school together, small world! So he can't do shit without Joyce being mad at him.

Begrudgingly he does actually like Steve though, the kid doesnt cause half as much shit as he could do given how much power he has.

The other parents

Play little to no roles. Not mentioned other than in passing.

Claudia mans the main secretaries desk at the main office which acts as a front for Steve's other shit. Steve hired her after he overheard Dustin talking to the other kids about how his mother had been made redundant at her previous job.

The Kids.

Jane Ives/Harrington - 16

Steve's most dangerous enforcer.

He recovered her from a human trafficking ring, the other victims found their way back to their homes but while they could find her mother, Terry was mentally gone after a blow to the head which happened when Jane was originally kidnapped.

Steve took her in, she uses Harrington as her last name in school. Their relationship is closer to brother/sister rather than parent/child.

Nobody expects Jane to be dangerous, and that's one of the reasons why she's the most dangerous. She's small, she's a wisp of a thing, but she will snap.

People do not take her seriously and then they die.

Jane has PTSD and intermittant explosive disorder (IED). She has trauma triggers that include claustrophobia and a fear of dark places, she doesnt trust easily and her speech is stilted from growing up in harsh conditions with no schooling or socialization.

Befriended Max at school when Steve insisted that she go to school with kids her own age to learn how to socialise (she was chaperoned and the school was well aware of her difficulties). There have been hiccups due to every school having bullies, but Steve has always paid any medical bills caused by those hiccups.

She killed Henry Creel to free both Max and her brother from his clutches using Steve's old nail bat, after convincing Max to bring her to Henry under the guise of her joining his "family".

It took a few weeks to gain his trust, but she killed him in his home by finding out his home security codes, sneaking in at night and taking him by surprise. Nail bat to the face.

Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will - 15-16 & Erica - 13

They're the kids, they met Jane in school. They do random odd jobs here and there, mainly they act as spies around the city, they usually communicate through walkies, changing the channel once a week to avoid being listened to.

If there's anything happening around the city that's worth knowing, one of the kids will know it.

Will and Mike already knew Steve through their relatives, which made it easier for the other kids to trust him.

Steve will not allow them to do anything other than act as weird little spies but thats fine, they think it's really cool.

Max - 16

She's a solid get away driver and Billy's stepsister, will absolutely take a baseball bat to someone if necessary, she and Jane are best friends.

She acted as a drug runner for Henry for a year before Jane intervened.

She has a huge crush on Lucas, it's mutual, it's very cute.

The Block

The block is 4 storeys high, there are sixteen apartments in the block in a range of 1 to 2 bedroom. Odd numbers on the left side of the building, even numbered apartments on the right side of the building. Four apartments to a floor. Rent is usually $595pm not including any utility bills.

Eddie Munson - 29 - Gay

Lead vocalist and guitarist of Corroded Coffin which plays at the Hideout, the bar Steve is buying, every Tuesday evening.

Jobless as of start of fic due to a 'disagreement' with his line manager which ended with the manager unconscious and bleeding.

Eddie struggles to find work as he has an assault felony on his record that had him spending two years inside. He used to deal drugs back in highschool but doesnt any more. He still partakes from time to time when he can afford to buy from the shitty dealers in the block. He knows the weed is trash and not at all worth the money they're asking for, but they're easy to get to and it provides a decent enough high to pass the time, he doesnt let Chrissy partake until she's healthy again.

Argyle quickly becomes one of his friends when he moves into the block.

The assault felony was against a local police officer who attempted to coerce him into sexual acts in favour of letting him off with a warning for being caught dealing drugs, hinting that he should be grateful to get any at all given Eddie's sexuality in such a small town.

Eddie punched him and managed to launch the drugs he had into a field lost to the darkness while the officer was disorientated.

The only charge they could pull him on was assault.

When he got out, he was more a freak than ever before, now known as the local queer after the officer he'd 'assaulted' had rushed to claim Eddie came onto him to get out of a harsher charge then panicked when the officer didnt reciprocate when asked to explain Eddie lashing out, as he'd never shown any agression towards officers before and the sherrif couldn't understand why he'd start now, the Sherrif still didn't understand how that could make sense as the story was so hastily told by the officer, so Eddie got out early after a quiet internal investigation led to him being revealed as a victim.

Unfortunately as he did assault an officer, the charge was never wiped from his record.

Eddie spent a year in Hawkins with his uncle after getting out of jail, before jumping ship. Not before making friends with Chrissy Cunningham, who he'd caught at the quarry one night a little too close to the edge of the cliff.

He talked her down, made her laugh, and gave her half his sandwich which she picked at quietly.

He found out about her ED from Jason her childhood friend and 'boyfriend' (performative, acted as a shield against her mother when he could), who at first couldn't believe that Eddie was getting her to eat things, he was defensive at first, angry that she'd go to the local felon instead of him, but… eventually he conceeded that maybe she would be happier, maybe she could survive life if she stayed with Eddie.

Jason sought to convince Eddie to get her to move away from Hawkins with him when Eddie decided to jump ship. He didn't have to try hard. Eddie was planning on whisking her away anyway.

They moved to the city together and have been inseparable ever since as he strives to help her recover.

Lives in Apartment 8 on the second floor with Chrissy.

Chrissy Cunningham - 27 - Bisexual

Lived with abusive parents until she was 16 and then managed to split her living situation between staying with her childhood friend (Jason) under the guise of him being her boyfriend, and hiding out with friends.

Chrissy has suffered with an eating disorder since she was very young mostly due to her mother's insistent comments about her weight and pointed shaming remarks regarding her clothes needing to be let out when they didn't.

She now lives with Eddie in the city, healthier and happier than she's been in years.

Keeps in touch with Jason by semi-weekly calls, he visits every now and then to check in on her.

She's estranged from her parents and little brother, although she wishes she could see her little brother and protect him from her parents. Her parents cut all contact when Chrissy ran away with the town 'freak/felon'. Claiming they didn't want her to negatively influence their son.

Jason was absolutely in love with her, nobody doubts that, but he was aware that she wasnt there, wasnt in that headspace, and probably never would be while in Hawkins, so while he did love her, while he did 'date her' publicly, and while he was happy to pour that love onto her, it was never with any intention to have her do anything with him. It never came with pressures or expectations. He just kept her safe whenever he could.

It's been a month since she last forced herself to throw up and she's put on a small amount of weight that she's happy with. She's on the mend.

Lives in Apartment 8 on the second floor with Eddie.

Dottie and Mick - 19/21 - lesbians.

Dottie and Mick live across the hall from Eddie and Chrissy, they're a couple of runaways estranged from their families who found each other and stuck together, they're not a couple although sometimes they act like it.

They argue sometimes due to Dottie's dependance on drugs and Mick's overprotective tendencies and they're kinda punky, little grungy, but they're nice neighbours usually, and mostly keep to themselves.

Lives in apartment 7 on the second floor

Mrs Luiza Jablonski - 71 - widowed.

She's polish, jewish, and old. She lives alone and usually stays inside.

She loves her neighbours and they love her. She's everyone's grandma.

She crocheted Chrissy a sweater when she and Eddie first moved in, it's Chrissy's favourite thing to wear as it's made of thick cream coloured wool and so cosy, the arms are too long but Chrissy likes how they cover her fingers, makes her feel safe.

She also crocheted Eddie a little plush bat after she saw his tattoo. He loves it.

She has two cats, Mika and Pusia. She owns and can play a grand piano. She occasionally makes enough food to feed the whole floor with leftovers.

She's a little deaf so she doesnt mind Eddie practicing his guitar in his room, which shares the wall with her apartment. Sometimes she will play the piano along with him if she has her hearing aids in, they have little duets sometimes.

Lives in apartment 6 on the second floor.

[deadanimeboys]

Cash Or Card ?

this is dedicated to my bff Sam who has never seen the punisher and does not have a tumblr, he had a very silly idea and I made it happen

summary: He’s a single dad and you’re a retail worker, need i say more?

cw: none

As Better off Dead blares from the janky store speakers, you stand behind the counter, folding shirts and tagging merchandise. It’s a busy day today, the stream of teens never ending as you stare at the entrance of your store. You watch the people that walk into your Hot Topic, trying not to lose your mind. Twenty minutes left. That’s all you have to work. Kellin still sings and you swear the song is ten times slower than before.

As you ring out a group of kids a man walks in. He’s tall and muscular, completely out of place with all the emo kids running around. He’s almost scary, the look on his face unreadable. He stands at a display picking up some items and looking at them. Once you’re done with the group of kids you move to greet him, trying to figure out what he’s here for.

You make your way to him, some shirts in hand so it seems like you aren’t just there to bug him. A prayer goes through your head as you wish he isn’t as scary as he seems. You press on, making your way into his line of sight.

“Welcome! Is there anything in particular you’re searching for? Feel free to ask for help.”

He turns to look at you, taking in your outfit and studying your face. His eyes roam over the dozens of pins on your lanyard, reading each and every one. A beat passes as he seems to think for a moment.

“Actually,” he starts, his voice low and gruff. “I was uh… wonderin’ if you guys had any of those… Invader Zim things. My kid loves ‘em.”

His eyes meet yours, he seems to be a little embarrassed. You give him a smile and nod.

Oh! He’s a father! Cute!

“Yeah for sure! We have a wide variety of merchandise, I’ll be happy to show you the section.” You motion for him to follow and stop a few feet away showing him what the store has. His eyes roam over the rack then he turns to you again.

“You think she’d like one of these bracelets?” He asks, picking up one and turning it over in his hand. It’s a cute kandi one, a Gir charm slapped right in the middle.

“Kids love that one,” you reply, trying to focus on the bracelet and not the way he towers over you. He’s close, but you can’t seem to avoid that, it’s Hot Topic after all, there’s like no space anywhere. You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah she’s gonna love it. Besides I think as long as it’s from her dad she’ll love anything you get her.”

That earns you a small chuckle from him as he closes his hand around the bracelet.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.”

“Want me to ring you up?”

“Nah. I wanna keep lookin’ for a bit. See if there’s something for my boy.”

This time you chuckle. “Ah right. Can’t get one kid a gift without getting the other something.”

“Yeah.” He looks at you for a moment. “You got kids?”

“Nah. Just siblings. Two younger ones. They would fight all the time if one of them got something and the other didn’t. I just started bringing the same thing home for both of them. Less arguing, you know?”

The man smiles, nodding his head. “What can you do, huh?”

He then thanks you for your help and moves deeper into the store, towards the band section. You watch as he goes, feeling a faint blush make its way onto your face. You quickly shake your head, trying to focus back on the shirts in your arms. You turn to restock the section you’re in, folding them neatly and tucking them away.

Five minutes left. Now Dance, Dance blares through the speakers, and you’re behind the register again. As the line starts to clear up, you see the man you helped waiting, glancing at the impulse section.

He picks up a few stickers and you can’t help but smile as he studies them, clearly not getting some of the jokes that were written. His brows are furrowed and he turns it over as if that would help. He puts it back as you finish ringing out a mother and her kids, stuffing their plushies into a black bag.

As she walks away, he steps up and sets the bracelet down on the counter, along with a t-shirt he seemed to find. Before you can say anything, he speaks first, meeting your eyes as he does.

“You were very helpful today. Felt like an idiot when I walked in, y’know? My kids usually come in here and I let ‘em drag me around,” he says with a low laugh.

You smile as you scan his items, making sure everything goes through. “You did great. I’m sure your kids are gonna love this.”

“Thanks…”

“You got a number with us? It gets you some points.” You don’t bother doing the whole spiel, focused on the way he seems to shift his weight as he pulls out his wallet. His hands are nice, you think to yourself as he opens it up.

“Yeah probably. I think Lisa signed me up when she had me buy her that Hello Kitty crap. Uhhh…”

He lists off his number and you type it in.

“Frank Castle?”

“Yeah. Yeah that’s me.”

Frank looks at you and you motion to the card reader. As you finish the transaction, you bag his things, handing it to him. Your fingers brush his and you can feel the heat returning to your face. It’s not noticeable thank god, since the light is a little dim. You don’t know how embarrassing it would be if he noticed.

Frank takes the bag and you hand him his receipt with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you,” Frank says, “You were a great help.”

“It’s my job! Happy to help,” you reply, your voice coming out a little softer than usual.

Just like that he’s gone, a total stranger once more as he leaves. The clock hits 2:00pm. Your shift is over and it’s time to clock out.

[catchyhuh]

do any of these bitches respect personal boundaries

leave these fuckers ALONE. but know they won’t be leaving you alone,

lupin:

lupin is very much the most touchy, and probably the most okay with being touched in general. and if you AREN’T good with being touched? lol. good luck around this fucker

its not even a conscious thing he does, because if it was, by god, he’d have FULLY weaponized it by now to annoy EVERYbody

it’s comfortable for him, more than anything. he’s on his feet for HOURS at a time, y’know, and the poor thing’s never had to work retail, so leaning on another person kinda gets that weight off anyway

however, he does recognize like, everybody ELSE has personal boundaries, so he catches on when anybody stands a bit too close, or leans over his shoulder to see what he’s looking at. by habit it makes him trust the other person less, or, if it’s somebody he already trusts (i.e. jigen or fujiko) then he KNOWS they’re trying to mess with him

jigen:

voted number one easiest (and cheapest!) way to get your head blown off! do not touch him

he’s not going to start yelling at some random person for leaning on his arm or anything, but he doesn’t waste any time pushing them off, with varying degrees of  the gentle “i know you don’t mean to make me uncomfortable but do not do that again” guiding them away push, and the “don’t wanna cause a scene but if you try that again you’re going to be a stain on the wall in 2 seconds” harsh shove

as you probably guessed, the only person who HALFWAY gets away with it is lupin. he usually just leans forward or backward out of the way if he sees it coming and he’s not in the mood, which has the bonus of getting to watch lupin fall flat on his face if HE wasn’t paying attention. the only person who fully gets away with it is, as you also probably guessed, goemon because he… rarelyACTUALLY we’ll get into it when we get to goemon anyway

however, jigen DOES dish out the boundary breaking bits on occasion, usually (if not always) to gloat or establish that he’s winning in this particular situation, and he’s GOING to make YOU uncomfortable about it!

fujiko:

reasonable about it. fujiko, like lupin, is great at reading people, but he just doesn’t really think too much about the fact that people usually don’t like you all up in their grill. fujiko, however, does, so there’s a great tactical balance

she’s not just touching random strangers, but she IS aware of the positive and negative pressure stuff like that has. so like you may have noticed with a lot of things with her, miss mine WEAPONIZES the comfort/discomfort that comes with touch in different situations

fujiko is a naturally touchy person with the right people, but that’s more for her sake than anything else. and i’m not bullshitting this part either-- if you watch anything where they actually try to write her with a personality beyond hehe sexy lady, fujiko is always putting a hand on someone’s shoulder, hugging them (and meaning it!), kind of gently guiding people back away from things, kissing cheeks when she’s excited, IT’S ALL REALLY CUTE AND NOT JUST RESERVED FOR LUPIN! 

goemon:

goemon is… a strange example, because mentally, he’s even more resistant to his boundaries being broken than jigen is, but rather than simply draw his weapon, he tends to freeze up a bit. like oh, um. mhmm. yeah you’re welcome. please get the fuck off of me at your earliest convenience

it’s (as a lot of things are) likely a holdover from his training/general lifestyle. physical touch leaves you susceptible to being attacked, or even worse, pinched, because lupin and jigen and fujiko KEEP DOING THAT JUST BECAUSE THEY KNOW HE GETS STANDOFFISH,

HOWEVER, like we halfway established, jigen always has full permissions, and vice versa. mostly because in the event goemon is truly, actually upset and not just (somewhat) jokingly threatening to gut him like a fish, jigen can read the signs before goemon has even said anything, and leaves him be. but really, all the times that goemon has really TRIED to make jigen uncomfortable by getting in his space could be counted on one hand. goemon has other, STRONGER methods for getting back at that motherfucker :)

all in all goemon is hands down the most likely to leave you the hell alone, exclusively interacting with you from a safe, yet not rude, distance. he only ever gets touchy on very, very specific occasions with people he knows very, very well, so unless you are literally inches away from getting cartoonishly crushed by a piano two feet in front of him, he’s not going to just be grabbing you

zenigata:

it depends very much on the mood you catch him in. if he’s just like, doing whatever, having lunch or something, and he accidentally bumps into you, he’ll apologize and step away. if he thinks you know even a fraction of information about lupin however,

it’s the same kind of slidey scale with his comfort on having HIS space invaded too. it’s more a matter of weird pride that he gets kind of stiff and grouchy when certain people get up in his space and start touching him, but again, if it's just some polite stranger unrelated to anything that just taps on his shoulder and leans into his space trying to ask for directions or whatever, he’s not that bothered

the main takeaway here is that upon a casual meeting, he might not immediately, actively grab you by the shoulders so hard that your spine pops twice and get so close to you that the brim of his hat is touching your hair, but the chances are never, and in fact FAR from, 0!!

[saintsir4n]

2. boy toys

"I'M tellin' you Keke, I thought one of them was gonna ruin my car, the way they were swinging', it was so close," Carson had been retailing the events of the fight since she returned from her lunch break. She would do anything to avoid her work.

"You and that damn car," Keke laughed, filing the nails of a customer.

All the other employees listened in enthralled by the story.

Carson shrugged, "It's my baby."

"Yeah, got you so distracted, you forgot to eat on your break."

"I'll get something' later," Carson waved her off, "but seriously, Vince was so mad."

Keelie never liked the man, so she was happy to hear that especially because he always hit on Mia, "Oh really, how mad?"

"He looked like he was 'bout to burst, you know how quickly these white folks turn red," Carson giggled along with the rest of the room.

"As quickly as I snap my phone," Keelie mused, receiving a nod from the woman in front of her.

"Ain't that right," Carson grinned at the noises of agreement from others.

Her story was quickly cut off when the door opened up, revealing a familiar face.

Everyone turned to see the pretty blonde who looked like he ended up on the wrong side of town.

"If it isn't Brian Earl Spilner," he cringed at the use of his name. Carson gestured for him to come over to the counter, and so he did, not before gingerly waving at the older women who gawked at him, "Ladies keep your paws away, he's not a bite to eat."

"He sure looks like it," they heard someone say, making everyone laugh.

"You stalkin' me now?" Carson teased, leaning on her hands as he neared closer with his winning smile.

He rose a brow, "Why would I say yes to that?"

"Well, Jesse did say you sounded like a serial killer so it's not outta the question," he playfully rolled his eyes at that answer, before he noticed what she happened to be sketching.

"These are good," he nodded at her work, making her show off her pearly whites, much to the amusement of everyone else, who watched the interaction. "Is there somewhere we could go to talk?" he asked a little quieter.

Keelie rolled her eyes, hearing him, "You guys can go to the back, but you got 5 minutes and then I'm draggin' you out."

Carson sent her a small smile, then grabbed Brian's hand as she rounded her station.

"I've got my eye on you Elton John," Keelie called out.

Brian glanced back, "Is it because I'm white?"

"No because of your talented voice," she quipped, making Carson pull him to the back.

Brian licked his lips as he scanned her outfit, he hadn't seen it all before because he and Vince were too busy scrapping. She looked good, better than good, then again she always did. Her hand was so soft, contrasting his. Callus' seemed to kiss his whenever he drove.

Carson was a little nervous when she closed the door and dropped his hand, staring at him as he smiled down at her.

The room was cramped, filled with tiny lockers, a mini fridge and a small couch, but the pair decided to stay close to the door. Correction, Brian was so close to Carson that she was practically caged in, she had no choice but to lean against it.

"What did you wanna talk about? You gettin' fired so quickly, must be a record for you right?" she mocked, folding her arms.

His eyes sparkled as he said, "Help me."

"Why do you think I should?"

"Because," he leaned in, drawing a wide-eyed look from her, "You're the reason I'm eatin' those crappy sandwiches every day."

She couldn't help but smile, she was so annoyed that she was. Between his curly hair, dreamy eyes and cheeky grin, how could she not?

"So you admit they're bad and you're stupid for eatin' them anyway," she remarked, trying to shake the heat kissing her cheeks.

"Worth it," he shrugged, not looking away from her.

Although, he came to the nail salon to ask her for a favour, just simply talking to Carson was a bonus. Barbie was another one of the nicknames he heard people call her, and he understood more when she corrected them and said Bratz doll instead.

"What do you expect me to do anyways, hypnotise Dom?" Carson's voice pulled him from his trance.

"Just tell me where the next race is," he didn't ask, he needed to know.

And to her, Brain wanted to prove something.

Carson raised a brow, "And why would I do that?"

"So you can watch me win."

"I'm enterin' that race, you think you can win against me? Dom? You just got outta your trainin' wheels, boy you gotta at least think before doin' somethin' like that."

Carson was putting a lot of money into the race and was hoping to get a lot out of it when, not if she won. The money made from the race would fund the new paint colour, engine, rims and a new stereo.

"Look, if I can win against Dom I get his respect," Brian explained, earning a small scoff from Carson.

"And me?"

"A date."

Carson swiped her tongue around her cheek, "Cute, but it's gonna take a lot more than one win to do that."

He chuckled, "We'll see."

"I guess we will, but give me your phone," she gestured and he started to smirk.

"Already?" he teased, drawing a sigh from her.

"Phone now," she demanded. Brian liked this feisty side of her and didn't hesitate to pull out his phone and give it to her. He goggled at her acrylics, liking the black and pink pattern, knowing she designed it. She typed in her number, called it and then hung up when she felt her phone vibrate, "Here."

Brian took back his phone, smiling when he saw the new contact:

Summer <;3.

"I'll text you the place," she said, pushing the door open, immediately seeing a bunch of women glance away and whisper amongst themselves.

"And I'll be there," Carson wasn't expecting him to kiss her cheek, but he did, "Bye Carson."

His smile didn't falter when he waved goodbye to a dozen women who were eager to wave back as he left the shop.

Carson groaned when she realised how happy she felt and then turned to smug-looking Keelie.

"So... is Justin Timberlake, gonna be comin' 'round more?"

Carson shrugged, "Maybe."

"Oh, he sure is."

"Yeah yeah, and Mia says hey," Carson teased, earning an eye roll.

"Bitch."

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a/n:

if you're a fan of my account, you know I'll try and add many filler scenes to books that are solely based on canon because the original dialogue can be quite tedious to read all the time. i want brian and carson to feel brand new and fresh. they already flirt like crazy and we all know how both canon and fanon brian can be when he's interested in someone.

you'll be seeing our girl racing soon. what do you think the outcome of the race will be?

[gayelectro]

Do you wanna talk about Aiden? I haven't seen anyone ship canon Iron Leaguers with OILs here before!

I would love to!

I know I've seen "OIL" thrown around before, but I'll be honest, I don't know what it means! Happy to hear that Aiden miiiight count as one?

Here he is!

(Art by @toxiccaves! The big ref sheet is here!)

I dunno if you wanted to hear more about his backstory or his history with Top Joy, so I'll give you a little sprinkle of all of it.

Basically, Aiden was custom commissioned for a furniture store. Mostly just as a huge flex to say "we can afford a mecha". It's a teensy bit advertising, but more than anything, Aiden is a retail worker and a pro mover. He can lift very heavy things with ease and he's really precise and careful. But the thing is, in the Iron Leaguer universe, retail bots are outrageously few and far between. By and large, it just makes more sense to hire humans, they're cheaper and don't run on oil.

So overall, Aiden is a very lonely guy and super isolated from other mecha. Plus, his job (where he works somewhere between 60 to 80 hours a week) is soul crushingly boring. So, like many people, he watches sports to escape. He quickly becomes attached to his local pro basketball team. Since their home court is so close, he ends up getting to go watch live games a lot! The court is the only place he feels connected to others, even though he only spectates.

The Dark Queens is my headcanon name for Top Joy's first basketball team. It just follows what we know of that country's naming convention for DARK Federation teams; "Dark [Noun Relating to Royalty]". And DQ just happens to be Aiden's local team. He was already pretty new to basketball in general when Top Joy joined as their Super Rookie. So naturally he becomes a bit of a super fan himself.

Top Joy is sooooooooo happy to have such an enthusiastic fan, so he in turn makes an effort to get close to Aiden. After all, if Top Joy is gonna be the best Leaguer in the history of the league, he's gotta be good to his fans. They become fast friends. Both Aiden and Top Joy are inexperienced and desperate for attention, so they fit together like peanut butter and jelly. A puppy love blossoms between them. Fan meet and greets dissolve into romantic trysts after work. They're cute and giggly and sweet to each other.

But unfortunately, they feed into each other's worst habits and tendencies. Namely, Aiden is a people pleaser, thinks his opinions make him an expert at things, and jumps to put others on a huge pedestal. Which means that when Top Joy vents about his teammates being mean to him, Aiden calls his teammates jealous, because TJ is perfect and his way of playing is the most entertaining. And TJ will listen and take it to heart, mostly because it's exactly what he wants to hear.

Aaaaaaaand we all know that Top Joy's ball hogging and showboat-er-y eventually got him totally kicked off of the team. Because of how DARK handles things, Top Joy essentially just disappears one day. Aiden's boyfriend is gone without a trace and he slowly pieces together that most Dark Queens fans are glad that he's gone. This makes him further retreat back into his job.

But holy crap, the entire plot of Shippu! Iron Leaguer happens! Top Joy goes through a crazy amount of development and now he's got a soccer world championship under his belt?! The news is crazy enough and big enough to reach Aiden, even in his reclusive state. Aiden tried avoiding talking about his job as much as possible, so it would've been hard for Top Joy to find him, but thankfully it's pretty easy for Aiden to find TJ once he knows what team he's on!

They'd end up reconnecting really easily at that point. Aiden had been heartbroken that Top Joy left without so much as a word, but he genuinely believes him when he explains that it wasn't by choice. Plus, in the time they've been apart, Top Joy has grown a lot as a person. He's a lot more emotionally mature than he was. Sadly, Aiden was sort of frozen in place by the separation and self-isolation. So they probably wouldn't fall in love again, they're now in different life stages, but they would be the best of friends.

Plus, now Top Joy has lots of friends and would be eager to introduce everybody on Silver Castle to his first fan and first boyfriend. They'd love him and he'd get the chance to finally make some more connections, deeper connections, to other mecha. Hell, someone might even convince him to try playing a sport. If anyone could do it, it'll be Top Joy and Silver Castle.

Also this is his voice claim:

[harperonni]

NSR Oc’s!! here we go lads!! I’m gonna put more info about them under read more bc asdfg I just wanna yell about them! might even open up to questions about them bc I just would love love to share more omg, so feel free to ask about them if you like Also all three are trans and very queer

Left to right: Valli Styrene

She/Her, 29, trans, lesbian

Tattoo artist. Farah was one of her first customers, and her popularity rocketed after she did EVE’s thigh tattoo.

Only has one tattoo, as she’s a big perfectionist. She has lots of ideas on what she’d like, but just can’t seem to follow through on them

Often goes to EVE’s art gallaries when she can. She studied Fine art at uni, though dropped out the course on her last year. Took her a lot of retail jobs and apprenticeships before she got to where she is now. 

Fangs run in the family, but she’s not a vampire. 

Her favourite animals are actually snakes. She has a pet Ball python (despite the place where they’re renting having a no pets policy) and her name is Carmilla

Still paints from time to time, likes using gouache the most.

Farah Sol

They/She, 36, Non-binary, Pansexual

Comes from a biiigg family. Two mums, five siblings, and now five nieces/nephews. Is very close to their family, and frequently visits home (Valli and Speckle have been brought into the familly circle too, given how the three live togehter and had been friends since meeting at uni).

NSR artist - ElectroSwing (Still unsure if they have a district in the future, like if they get that popular. Maybe, only because it would be fun to imagine asdfg) 

They’re also a semi-successful author, though they go by a pseudonym (Sol Bacho) because they want their books to be read becuase they’re good, not because they’re an NSR artist. Some of their best sellers include: Vinyl City, a music foundation, RETDEX: What once was, and  Stars Aline (a romance they honestly hadn’t expected to get popular lol)

Adores cats. If she could have cats in their no pet house they would not hesitate. For now though, she goes to DJ SS’s house and snuggles his cats instead lol

(also kinda shipped them with DJ Subatomic as a joke but now it’s not a joke help)

Speckle Darling

He/Him, 35, Trans, Gay

Architect, has worked outside and in Vinyl city and over saw some of the more lived in areas, (as in, homes where people could live lol) and if I decide Farah’s a charter with their own district, is def the man Farah hires to help design their district.

Arcitecture and DIY is this mans passion! He will talk hours over the differences and imporatnace of specific window panes. 

He also relaxes with simulator games, like the sims (this man would only ever build houses, he never plays with any actual families). He would also unironically enjoy truck simulator too. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures.

He uses a cane to help walk, primarily with his left foot which is robotic. He was born without his left leg, and didn’t really get his first prosthetic until his teens years.

Is a single and divorced dad, too. Maybe a year after Farah becomes a charter, there’s a celebration on one of Farah’s songs being a big hit. Speckle drank too much and woke up in another city, married to a guy he didn’t know. The two enjoyed eachothers company, but decided to divorce. Speckle heads home, vowing to not drink again after all that happened. Three weeks later he finds out hes pregnant, and decides to keep the baby. Then, Sandi Darling was born

He adores his daughter so much, and Farah and Valli are co-godparents to Sandi. They’re reffered to as Aunt Far, and aunt Val

[lowlylux]

Waiting (ScaraHei)

Kinktober 2023, Day One: Cockwarming

wc: 1.5k

Heizou is many things, but being easily embarrassed is not one of them.  He can easily acknowledge that he does some weird stuff every once in a while.  However, he is perfectly happy with how he is and if society deems the things he loves as odd, well screw society.  Except when it comes to playing Fortnite, he still doesn't easily admit to people in his life that he plays the game and is actually kind of good at it.  Well, his boyfriend knows about it but that’s about it.

Scaramouche and Heizou have an agreement of sorts, not strictly enforced but known by the two of them anyways.  Heizou can play all he wants, just don’t talk to Scaramouche about it.  It’s not like Scaramouche hates video games, he thoroughly enjoys them actually, he just does not care for Fortnite.

So, imagine Heizou’s surprise when Scaramouche appears in the doorway of Heizou’s study, even though he is in the middle of a battle royale game.  He knew that Scaramouche would be back from work, but he didn’t expect to really see him for another hour, so he booted up the game so he could kill time.  Now he sort of regrets it.  

“Scara? You okay?” Heizou asks, eyes darting from the game and his boyfriend.  Perhaps if he wasn’t quite obsessed, he would have just closed the game then and there, but he’s addicted so this way of conversing will have to do.

Scaramouche grumbles something he doesn’t quite catch, stumbling into the room.  “Why the fuck are people rude as shit to retail workers?  I don’t wanna be there just as much as you do!” He rants, getting closer to Heizou.

Heizou sends him a pitying glance, fully looking away from the game for a few seconds.  “Do you wanna talk?  I can close the game, don’t even worry about it.”

“No,” Scaramouche mutters, staring at the floor.  “That’s okay.”

Heizou still cannot help but worry about his boyfriend.  Sure, everyone has bad days, but that does not mean he has to like it.  But, a thought does come to mind that makes him smile softly at Scaramouche.  “Do you need to cuddle?”

Scaramouche’s face scrunches up in a cute manner, although Heizou would never say so due to the fact that he likes his head not having lumps from books impacting it.  “Don’t call it that, I’m not four.’

“Never said you were four, baby,” Heizou says, going back to his game where he luckily hasn’t died yet.  “I asked if you need attention.”  Heizou can hear the grumbles from Scaramouche, but he already knows he has won.  He shifts, giving Scaramouche the chance to slip in his lap, the two of them getting face to face.  “Hey.”

Heizou doesn’t fail to notice the small bit of embarrassment clear on Scaramouche’s face.  He cannot help but grin when his boyfriend buries his face in Heizou’s shoulder, allowing Heizou to have a full view of the computer.  Although he would have been perfectly content with the view in front of him, the game completely forgotten.  However, that reality does not seem to exist, so he will survive with the constant warmth of his lover.

The game goes fine.  Heizou does decently, but gets taken out in the end anyways.  In truth, it’s fairly hard to even play due to him having to angle his whole stance just to comfortably do so.  He will never say that to Scaramouche though, especially when the man clearly needs his support.

When he dies, Scaramouche does take notice immediately, shifting a bit in Heizou’s lap.  After knowing the coast is clear, the man starts softly pressing kisses onto Heizou’s neck, lingering every time Heizou so much as twitches.  And, while Heizou does appreciate the attention, he stops it in its tracks, gently tugging Scaramouche until he is forced to look at him.

“Scara, do you want me to turn the game off?”

Scaramouche seems to think for a moment, visibly pausing before shaking his head.  “Don't want to fuck.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Heizou says laughing due to the reveal of where Scaramouche’s head is at.  “I asked you if you wanted me to turn off the game.  I can give you all the attention you want, you just have to tell me.”

“And you’re not listening to what I’m saying,” Scaramouche huffs, holding onto Heizou’s face.  “Just wanna be near you.”  Heizou smiles, pressing a kiss onto Scaramouche’s lips, humming when his boyfriend very eagerly deepens the kiss.  He doesn’t ignore how Scaramouche’s hips are starting to rock, giving Heziou enough friction that it definitely is becoming a good way to spend his time.  Scaramouche is the one to stop, staring at Heizou intently.  “I don’t want to fuck,” he repeats as if Heizou didn’t hear him the first time.

“Then we won’t, simple.”

“Still want to be with you,” Scaramouche practically mutters, finding his way back to Heizou’s neck and starts to suck. “Today was fucking awful.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Heizou says, attempting to keep his cool but failing horribly.  It’s already fairly easy to arouse him, especially when it comes to Scaramouche, but this is ridiculous.  All the little devil is doing is grinding on him while most likely giving him a hickey, and Heizou’s body is acting as if he’s a virgin who just made out with someone for the first time.

But Heizou decides not to act on it, respecting Scaramouche’s wishes as best he can.  Although, he cannot help but rest his hands on his lover’s hips, providing stability in the entire situation.  Since Scaramouche doesn’t get annoyed or say anything, Heizou is going to keep doing it as long as he possibly can.

When Scaramouche sits back, reaching for Heizou’s pants, Heizou raises a brow.  No, he wouldn’t mind going in that direction, but based on what Scaramouche was saying earlier, he didn’t want to.  Scaramouche seems to notice this though, huffing at Heizou’s expression.  “Can I?”

Heizou has to clear his throat before speaking, the reality of all that is happening in his life at this very moment hitting him like a stack of bricks.  But he still finds his voice in the end, so that’s something.  “Do what you need to.”

Scaramouche nods, standing up just so that he can slip off the skinny jeans he is currently adorning.  A true crime if not for the fact that he now stands in front of Heizou with his bottom half only covered by his underwear, which is quickly taken off and kicked away as well.  Next is Heizou, even though he really doesn’t do any of the work.  Scaramouche is the one to tug at Heizou’s sweats, Heizou only lifting his hips so that the bottoms could be easily pulled off.

Scaramouche finds his way back onto Heizou’s lap, kissing at his neck once more.  “Don’t move,” he mutters.  Heizou is at first confused, not quite knowing what he means by that.  But, as Scaramouche lifts his hips up, grasping Heizou’s cock so that it can be positioned properly, Heizou quickly figures out what Scaramouche is planning to an extent.

“Scara, wait..fuck-” Heizou can’t even formulate a complete thought once Scaramouche sinks down.  The man is impossibly tight, squeezing him just right to the point where he physically has to force himself not to thrust.  If Scaramouche wants to be in control, he can be, but it tortures Heizou nonetheless.  

When Scaramouche is completely seated on Heizou’s cock, he goes right back to attacking the neck once more.  Heizou swears he can feel Scaramouche grinning at Heizou’s visible straining but he cannot prove that expression with their position.  “Keep playing,” Scaramouche mutters, not even moving his hips.

“You're going to be the death of me,” Heizou says before queuing up for another match, unable to truly focus on the screen in front of him.  Soon, the match starts, the familiar visuals flooding Heizou’s screen.  He starts his descent to the floor below, using everything within his soul just to focus on the screen.

He really likes to believe he did well, even if he really didn’t.  In fact, he almost died immediately.  He can’t help it, truly he can’t.  Scaramouche is intentionally torturing him, grinning in the process.  Every time Heizou feels like he can be used to this, Scaramouche physically tightens around him, causing another twinge from his cock and a repressed groan.

And when he feels Scaramouche bite him?  He almost feels his willpower leave in that very moment, but he stays still.  If this is what Scaramouche wants, he will make sure it happens, even if it tortures him in the process.

“Hey Heizou?” Scaramouche murmurs, moving toward Heizou’s jaw and instead pressing kisses onto that.

Heizou can barely find his voice, his mouth unbearably dry.  He is gripping onto the side of his chair, his knuckles turned white, as he forces himself to continue to act like nothing has happened and everything is normal.  “Yeah?”

“Want you to turn off the game now.”

And he does so, quite eagerly in fact.  After all, they do say good things come to those who wait.

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