#i wanna see his blade bro

[shadykazama]

Wyll Ravengard's epilogue

So I just finished my Wyll romance playthrough and I went to avernus with Karlach and Wyll and in the epilogue I didn't get to kiss OR hug him???

I NEED to know if this is a bug or like an actual thing. Cause wtf.

I got to hug halsin twice, Gale, shadowheart, Karlach!! Like come on. And I know you get to hug and kiss the other companions if you romance them.

He blew me kisses which was super sweet and all but I get no actual kiss? Nothing?? Like Wyll baby we're married. We're celebrating. We don't even get to dance or something? That's like his whole thing in your romance.

REALLY hope this is a bug... But someone please let me know 🙏

Edit: I'd like to add when you're talking to everyone else about what you've been up to almost all the answers you can give about being in Avernus is "I'm sure glad I'm there WITH KARLACH." "Man KARLACH sure is a ray of sunshine in the dark for me." "ME AND KARLACH are there for each other." Like damn I get we're there for her and there to fix her heart but like?? I'm literally there with my husband too. Can I mention how me and Wyll visit his dad sometimes? Or any silly Wyll stories at all?

[twentyninth]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞ hsr x reader 𓆩 𓇼 𓆪

pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader

a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!

warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬

dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.

caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.

sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.

welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi

gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️

blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3

luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!

for america i say for AMERICA!!!! (i dont live in the us anym)

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[redr0sewrites]

HI HELLO HII!! :3

i woke up today with no thoughts but edging blade and making him ride me.

I AM THE NUMBER 1 BOTTOM BLADIE ADVOCATE. i see every character as a switch but theres way too many top blade fics and i think he needs to be absolutely destroyed like if you put me in a room with him one of us is coming out pregnant and its not going to be me.

- liz (THIS GOT VERY WORDY FOR NO REASON SORRY HEJDKSKSJS)

AAAA UR SO REAL FOR THIS LIZ <33 sorry this took so long to reply to, i started this but stupid tumblr ate my progress so i had to restart 😒 ANYWAYS, I HOPE U ENJOY !!

🥀Cw: smut, AMAB!reader, sub!blade, overstimulation, marking, creampie, edging, breeding kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

"p-please!" Blade moaned out, thighs quaking as you rocked your hips back up against him. He was straddling you, his neglected cock twitching as you forced him deeper onto your cock. "nghh puh-please, i wanna- i need to come..." blades stoicism had dissipated entirely, leaving you with the whiny mess currently grinding in your lap.

you had denied him of his orgasm 3 times already throughout the night, and he was becoming desperate. his poor cock was leaking precum, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as tears formed on his lash line. he was just so pathetic, he needed you so bad! who were you to deny him?

"aww, bladie~ why should I? tell me why I should let you come. are you being a good boy for me?" you smirked, thrusting upwards into his tight hole hard enough to make him sob.

"i- im being good! im your good boy! please- please- ngh- i need you so-oo bad" blade moaned, nails digging into your shoulders as your hand traveled up his chest to his nipples. you leaned forward, taking one into your mouth and kneading the other with your hand. suddenly, you twisted the hardened nub between your fingers while simultaneously thrusting up against his prostate and he squealed in pleasure. fat, glossy tears streamed down blade's cheeks as you began to pick up the pace, leaning back and thrusting up into him so hard he nearly toppled onto you. needy whines escaped his lips as you mercilessly railed him, forcing him to ride you. blade's hips grinded in tandem with yours, and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm.

"you close baby? t-tell me how bad you want it~" you choked out, a moan threatening to slip past your lips as he squeezed your cock so tightly.

"i- auhhg- p-please, please i need it, i need you, i needa' come o-oh-" blade was cut off with a scream as he arched his back, hips stuttering as his sought after high washed over him. Your eyebrows knitted together, you could feel your own release building in your orgasm.

"You want my cum, baby? want me to come inside, fill you up real nice? im gonna breed this precious hole, fuck you full of my seed~" Blade's mind went blissfully blank at your words, and you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock, stroking him roughly as he shook in overstimulation. He could already feel yet another coil of pleasure building in his abdomen as your thrusts became more sporadic.

"Ye-yes, o-oh yes, please master, i need you, nghh need your cum, want you to fill me up so bad, want it so bad-" your hips jerked up in a few final thrusts as bliss filled every nerve in your body. Blade let out a needy sob as you came inside him, his hole tightening so perfectly around you as a second orgasm shook through him unexpectedly. His cock coated the both of you in his release, and a ring of cum surrounded the base of your own dick still inside of him. With a soft whine, Blade collapsed on top of you and you chuckled softly.

"You tired baby?"

"mhm. Wanna sleep." with no reason to argue, you wrapped your arms around your lover as he nuzzled into your neck, and you gently pulled out of him. blade whimpered softly and you chuckled, gently running your hands through his hair as you both began to drift off.

bro i havent written smut in a hot minute so sorry if this sucks lmao- I LOVE BIG SUBBY MEN THAT NEED YOU SO BAD THEY JUST CANT GET OFF WITHOUT U!!! ANYWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS I LOVE UUUUU HOPE U ENJOYED!

[neuvistar]

Ass, tits or thighs for loucha and welt

You can choose other hsr men

Fluff of nsfw you pick

ASS, TITS OR THIGHS?

— featuring ┊ luocha, welt, jing yuan, blade, gepard x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ a lil short i think?? uh not proofread, tiny bit of titplay, mentions of thigh fucking??, slight body worship me thinks, mentions of face sitting, use of nicknames, nothing extreme just suggestive of implied suggestive themes! || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊good question, let’s decide this once n for all ! hope u enjoyed this i had fun sm fun writing it tbh ++ i loved writing jing yuan’s part its so cute 2 me

LUOCHA lowkey seems like a thigh man, blud doesn’t care how big or how small he just wants you to crush him with your thighs. i mean come on i’m sure he probably likes the feeling of his hands trailing down your hips then to your thighs, giving them a nice squeeze while he’s at it. he seems like he’d enjoy times where you would thigh highs, thanking the aeons above for this lovely gift and beautiful sight. ++ when you do wear it jesus fuck his hands r always on your thighs, gently sliding two fingers in your black thigh highs you wore that day, pretty eyes gazing at yours to see your reaction.

maybe if he’s feeling a lil silly he’d slide his fingers inside you too, bonus points for that skull emoji idk man this goof just seems and LOOKS like a thigh man, i’m sure he’s a big fan of face sitting too since he’d love how your thighs cage around his head, holding them firmly as he eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. he just wants to get crushed by your thighs, i’m sure he’s someone that stays true to his word as well, “death by thighs is the way of a warrior” is what he believes. luocha just wants to savour the feeling of your thighs around his head, oh yeah his favourite place to kiss you is probably your thighs, surprise surprise!! that man has a huge thing for your thighs you don’t even know why, always complimenting you how beautiful they look too, you don’t mind though. but anyways, he loves kissing your thighs, such a sweetheart isn’t he?

WELT is expiring bruh one thrust n that fucker is already fading into thin air but itz ok cuz i like em expired (NAHH IM SO SORRY) but anyways he’s an ass man, i’m sure of it. that brunette loves ass more than you think, he’s a sucker for that fatty i know it, look me in the eyes n tell me he isn’t an ass man cuz he is n no one’s gonna convince me he’s not i don’t wanna hear it /j but back to business yeah he seems like an ass man, i think bro’s vv cool with it too like if you asked him “ass tits or thighs” he would give you a full description on why he prefers ass out of everyone of them, whenever you two make love i like to think that he prefers it if you take it from the back. why? well lemme tell you

he likes it whenever you take it from the back cuz he gets full view of your back and most importantly your ass, the way his hips snap against yours, hypnotized by the way your ass looks, giving it a lil squeeze too. oh yeah he’s probably the type to give ur ass little taps, like gentle ones but it isn’t perverted in anyway it’s just to get you moving, and maybe to also get a reaction out of you but yes no more explanation this manz is crazy for ass he would get hard at the sight of you in some tight clothing that makes your ass look nice wink wink. this goof probably snuck a lil glance at your ass when you were bending over one time, grabbing a pencil. let’s jus say, he got hard! cmon he just loves ass, he loves it sm bros probably fascinated over the jiggle physics of your ass or sumn cause gahhh dahum

JING YUAN i think he’d be vv sweet about these sort of things, he wouldn’t rlly separate things into things he liked or didn’t like, he loved everything about you. jing yuan would find you perfect in his eyes, he found you rather beautiful in every aspect, an alluring attraction he could not simply look away from, but he cared not for your body, for your beauty was the least of your features n it was everything else about you that he found the most attractive. beyond compare and without fault. but in all truthfulness, he loves titties stfu i’m not gonna argue with anyone else he’s a tit man and that’s final, it’s true it’s confirmed by me he’s apart of the tittie lover committee. but honestly, like i said he’d find every aspect of you beautiful (he’s a tit man trust he’s just in denial)

he would be so so sweet :( if u ever asked him what he liked abt u (ass tits n thighs yk) he would simply let out a deep sigh and kiss your forehead,

“why do you care so deeply about my opinion on your body?" jing yuan asked softly with a soft shake of his head. "does my opinion mean that much to you? i think you are a rather beautiful woman. that’s all, nothing more, nothing less. i do not look at you like a prize or a toy, my dove, for you mean more to me than your appearance. but since you are so concerned, i will say it. you are extremely beautiful in my eyes, i love everything about you. every part of your body, your facial features, your personality, everything. there’s nothing i can pin point, because i love everything about you, beautiful.” (he still loves ur tits though)

BLADE is indecisive with this sort of thing me thinks.. he’d choose all three but if you ask him why he did, honestly he’d pull up some shit like “because i desire them all and i get what i desire” or sum shit like that, he’s just a lil indecisive guys. but jokes aside, he would prefer your tits. he’s probably a tit man in my eyes! there’s just something about your titties that makes him stop and think about the decisions he made in life. the first time you guys got busy (if you know what i mean) blud would get all red for the first time asking if he could touch your breasts, and that special day.. he fell in love with the feeling of his hands engulfing your tits, the softness of your flesh was intoxicating to him almost.

he probably doesn’t care about size either, he just loves how his large hands engulf your tits as a whole, he loves the little whimpers you let out when he plays with your hardened nipples, twisting it gently as he feels your body jolt against his, pressing himself even closer against you. blade loves you and your body, he just can’t get enough of you because you’re so beautiful to him, he’s one lucky man to have someone like you. he’s probably into titfucking too, the thought of it makes me curl my toes tbh. he probably slides his dick in between the softness of your breasts, a moaning mess as he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your boobs around his cock. bonus points if he came on your tits afterwards, he fell more and more in love with you and your titties. he would probably cum on your tits like 99% of the time whenever you guys would have sex, you would scold him sometimes but cmon he can’t help it. he loves how pretty your tits look covered with his cum.

GEPARD last but not least the babygirl ever, most the babygirl of the babygirls, he would probably prefer ass ++ thighs over anything else. he tries to push these kind of thoughts away but he knows he can’t escape them when you’re right there all dolled up and pretty for him. gepard would blush seeing you in a short skirt, bonus points if you wore thigh highs or black tights along with it. i like to think tgat he would feel ashamed of himself for thinking such things about you, taking a quick glance of your thighs whenever you both use the stairs, seeing how your skirt would move a bit. jesus he didn’t even know you had allat back there, but you did. bless your parents. but honestly i don’t think he’d care about the size either, he just loves how soft they feel against his palm, huge fan of you taking it from the back too.

gepard is probably into thigh fucking too, grabbing your thighs and ripping your black tights, positioning himself in between them as he slides himself between the heat of your inner thighs, his dick also rubbing against your pussy too more bonus points for that. he would savour and take in the feeling of your thighs against his cock, loving how warm you felt around him. he’s such a huge sucker for that fattie n huge sucker for them neck crushers, if you sat on his face and broke his neck he would probably blame himself for being too weak to handle you like he should, speaking of that he loves it whenever you sat on his face, like i said no matter the side he’s diving into that pussy like it’s the pacific ocean, he doesn’t give two fucks if you’re too heavy your pussy is the ocean he’s gonna dive in 2nite (he’s practically asking u to break his neck atp skull emoji)

[lipglossanon]

Pumpkin Carving

subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, slight nipple play, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

not proofread ✌️

“I don’t wanna nit pick but what’s that supposed to be exactly, little bro?”

Leon slumps down onto the table with a groan, “Even with a stencil I still suck.”

“Hey now I didn’t say all that,” you laugh and stand next to him at the kitchen table, “oh okay, it’s a bat right?”

He sighs and lifts his head, “Well it rhymes with bat.”

You turn your head and can make out a lumpy looking kitty, “Oh okay, yeah! Wow, uh I mean it’s definitely an artistic take.”

“See?” he pouts and drops the serrated blade onto the table, “I suck.”

“No you don’t,” you ruffle his hair before reaching forward to grab the blade, “I think it’s the tail that’s throwing it off.”

You shimmy the blade into the pumpkin and carve a few extra pieces away. 

“Hmm I think that fixed it,” you murmur, stepping back to size it up. 

“You’re perfect at everything,” he sighs wistfully making you giggle. 

“You’re a little dork,” you say affectionally and kiss his cheek, “c’mon let’s go put it out on the porch.”

You grab the little LED battery operated tea light as Leon grabs his pumpkin and make your way to the front door. You hold it open for Leon and he smiles at you, setting his pumpkin down near the railing for the steps. You hand him the little tea light and he turns it on then places it inside his pumpkin. You both walk out into the yard then turn to face the porch. 

“It does look better,” Leon nods, sneaking his hand into yours, “thank you.”

“No problem,” you grin over at him, “seems like you could use the help. That was one pretty terrible bat.”

Taking his side eye for the warning that it is, you turn to run away from him. You get halfway across the yard before you feel him wrap his bulky arms around your middle and hoist you up. 

“Put me down!” you get out between laughs as he lifts you higher making your legs dangle.

He lowers you til your feet are touching the grass and you push forward but he just pulls you more firmly back into his chest. 

“You should apologize,” he chuckles as he hugs you tightly to him, “I tried my best and you’re being mean.”

“Aww,” you coo, spinning around in his arms leaving him surprised.

You stand up on your tip toes, lips boldly ghosting across his since it’s dark and none of the neighbors can see you two. 

“I’m so sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

You feel Leon’s cock chub up against you, making you grin as he buries his blushing face into your neck. 

“Can we makeout in my room?”

You pat his cheek getting him to raise his head; you kiss him slowly, sucking on his bottom lip. 

“Wanna just make out right here?” 

You glance around and see the lawn chairs your mom set out ages ago underneath the shade tree. He follows you over to one of the chairs and lets you push him down and climb into his lap. He groans into your mouth when you sit down on his bulging cock. 

“Hmm so big already,” you giggle and kiss his heated cheeks, “kinda wanna dry hump you til you’re cumming in your pants.”

“Please,” he whimpers, hands grabbing at your hips, “god, I’d love that.”

You both sigh and giggle at each other, trying to keep quiet as the kisses turn from slow and syrupy to blazing hot. Leon lets you lead the entire time, more than happy to follow whatever direction you want to go. Once you feel like you need an actual breath, you pull away from his red, wet lips. 

He looks at you shyly and whispers, “Can I suck on your tits?”

Fondness for him makes you smile brightly, “Mmm well I guess so. But..”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to keep hidden under my shirt and not move around too much, think you can do that?”

He whimpers and bucks up into you, “Trapped in your shirt sucking on your tits is a fucking dream.”

Laughing, you grind down on him making his head fall back against the chair. 

“Kiss me first, hot stuff,” you coo at him, letting him slip his palms under your shirt to play with your nipples. 

You mewl and sigh into his messy, spit filled kisses as he tugs and pulls on your sensitive buds. You both rock and grind your hips against one another, finally finding a good rhythm that has his fat bulge rubbing all along your clit just right. 

He finally pulls away, lips kiss swollen and red, pupils completely swallowing the pretty blue of his eyes. 

“Can I?”

“Mmhmm, such a good boy,” you murmur making him whimper, head disappearing under your baggy t-shirt and mouth latching onto a hard nipple. 

You rock down harder on him, feeling him moan and suckle at your breasts, swapping back and forth between them with soft sighs and groans. 

“Mmm feels good,” you sigh quietly, slowly rocking against him so he can nibble and suck your breasts more easily. 

Leon grips your doughy thighs with his hot hands, skin indenting under his fingertips while he whines around your nipples. You shiver, now realizing how cold it is outside in just your sleep shorts as his hands anchor you to his lap, chubbed cock rubbing right against your thinly covered pussy.  

“Leon,” you reach under to grab his shoulders, “hey c’mon.”

He finally lets go of your nipples, giving one last suck to each of them making you mewl, before he pulls back out from under your shirt. His lips are spit slick and shiny with hair mussed every which way making you smile. 

“Wanna do a little more?”

“Yeah, yeah, what do you wanna do?”

He’s so eager, hands kneading your thighs as his eyes stare up at you, dazed and wanting. 

You lean forward so you can whisper in his ear. 

“It’s pretty dark, right?”

You feel him swallow hard and nod. You place a soft kiss on the shell of his ear. 

“Maybe you should slip those sweats down while I slip my shorts off,” you nip his earlobe making him buck up into you, “I think it’d be pretty hot to fuck right here where anyone could see.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, hands fumbling with the band of his sweats til they’re tucked under his balls, cock dripping everywhere. 

You hum excitedly and follow after, slipping your shorts off and tugging your panties to the side as you press your soaked cunt onto his throbbing dick. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants to himself, eyes honed in on where your pussy is slowly sinking down on his fat cock. 

You’re biting your lip to stifle any noise as he fills you up and stretches you out so good. 

“Fuck,” you finally gasp once you’re completely seated on his pelvis, dick buried so deep in your pussy there’s a slight bulge at this angle. 

“I’ll never get over how big you are,” you laugh giddily, “little brother has the fattest dick and it’s all mine, mmm.”

“S’good pussy,” he whines, “you’re just too tight. Always so fucking tight on my cock.”

His hands are grabbing your hips like a lifeline and squeezing so tight it’s making your cunt pulse around his dick.  

“I’m just gonna keep you warm,” you tease, keeping as still as possible on his cock, “gotta let my tight pussy stretch out some before I can ride you.”

You kiss him sweetly after that, swallowing his moaning into your mouth.  He kisses you back, licking and sucking your tongue making you hum and grind your clit against where it’s pressed against his pelvis. 

He pulls away to catch his breath, panting and mewling under you. 

“Please, can we move? Pretty please, I’ll be so good, I’ll do whatever you want,” tears gather at his lash line, making his eyes shine up at you. 

You press a quick kiss to his jaw and lean back a little to better face him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly roll your hips making him gasp. 

“Alright, since you’re being such a good boy for me, I’ll let you pick,” you grin at him, “I can ride you in this chair, taking my time dragging it out and you can suck on my tits.”

He whines loudly at that making you place a palm over his mouth. 

“Or,” you grind down on him with a sigh, “you can pin me down in the yard and fuck me from behind, all hard and dirty. But you don’t get to suck my tits.”

Instead of answering, Leon picks you up as he stands, cock still lodged inside your clenching pussy walls making you moan quietly. 

“As much as I love your tits,” he whispers against your neck as he pulls out and sets you on your feet, “I wanna fuck you in the dirt.”

Your delighted laugh ends on a whine as he spins you around and helps you down onto your hands and knees. 

“Mmm this is so hot, Leon,” you say to him over your shoulder as he presses in behind you. 

“I know,” he groans, smacking the tip of his cock against your pussy, “gonna be a little rough if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you moan, “be rough with me baby brother. Really give your slutty sister’s pussy what she needs.”

He growls, growls you think pleased, down at you as he bottoms out in one harsh thrust making you clamp your hands over your mouth, forearms flat on the ground as your upper body lays against the dew damp grass. 

“This slutty pussy just needs a good fuck,” he grunts, folding himself over your back, hands placed on either side of your head; turning you can watch his forearms flex with his thrusts making your drool at the sight. 

“Love your little pussy, fuck,” he’s letting himself fuck you hard and deep, knocking against your cervix so good that you’re gushing slick down your thighs.  

“Love that I get to creampie my sexy fucking sister,” he groans, hips pumping into yours so hard that your knees have to spread for better balance, opening your pussy up for rougher fucking. 

“Leon, please, give it to me,” you finally get out before clamping your hands back over your mouth. 

He’s splitting your pussy open so good on his cock right in the front yard; god, anyone can see you two. They might not be able to tell who you two were but definitely that you were getting fucked from behind like some animal and loving it. 

Leon’s really giving it to you, big dick bullying inside your tight pussy, dragging against your g-spot so much you’re shocked you haven’t cum yet. All you can do is lay in the dirt, getting grass stains all over your knees while Leon uses your sopping wet hole to get off. 

“Gonna cum,” he whines, lips kissing and licking the back of your neck, “gonna breed your wet little pussy, sis. Fuck, gonna fill you so full you’re gonna be dripping when we go back inside. Dripping down your fucking thighs. God, can I sneak into your room later? Wanna fuck you in bed, the same way. Pussy’s too good.”

“Yes, fuck,” you finally drop your hands and push up on your elbows, arching your back so he can fuck your pussy deeper, “cum in me, being such a good boy, fucking ruin my pussy, knock me up.”

“Fucking—“ he bites your shoulder, teeth digging deep into your skin as he rabbits into your squelching pussy as he spurts rope after rope of hot sticky jizz all inside your cunt. 

You hear him spit and then feel his slippery fingers rubbing your clit in rough tight circles. You cry out before he’s slapping his free hand across your mouth, eyes crossing as he makes you cum around his still pulsing dick, walls fluttering and milking him repeatedly. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he whimpers against your ear making you shiver and clamp down on him even tighter. 

You pull his hand down to cup your neck, “Yeah, pretty boy? S’cause you’re making me take it,” you whine, wanting to rile him up, “making my little pussy take your fat load.”

He grinds against you with a pathetic keen, “Can’t help it. You’re the best, fuck, love you so much.”

Although the cool evening is still wrapped around you, his words make you dizzy warm from the inside out. 

“Love you too, Leon,” you giggle against him, “pull out, wanna kiss.”

“Okay,” he hisses as his cock pops free from your still clenching heat and he flips you over to pull you into his arms. He holds you in his lap, swapping sloppy sweet kisses between soft praise. 

You shiver and press close, “We should probably head inside before someone calls the cops or we catch a cold.”

“Cops is definitely the worst outcome,” Leon laughs, and picks you up in his arms. 

As Leon is sneaking you back into the house in a bridal carry, making sure to be quiet as he steps up in the porch, you kiss his cheek, “Your pumpkin does look pretty cute after all, Leon.”

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[miyaur]

hmmmmm maybeeee 🧐🧐🧐

luocha, blade, jing yuan and welt (separate) dealing with a s/o who stays up at the ungodly hours of the night trying to get like a shit ton of papers done even though the deadline is probably like two weeks away

like they be living off coffee at this point and ends up getting hurt somehow because they too damn tired to even open their eyes

"take me by the hand, cuz you're the only one who understands."

synopsis. he comforts his overworked & stressed s/o

warnings. reader is stressed as hell, reader is kind of short in welt's part (ANYTHING SHORTER THAN LIKE 6'10!!!)

author notes. uhhh i just wanna revive my blog, like very bad, super bad, i need it to come back to life, please send me requests <33

pairings: luocha, blade, jing yuan, welt x gn!reader (seperate:P)

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）luocha

a sweetheart like luocha wouldn't even let you touch work when he sees how big your eyebags have gotten.

like he will force you into bed if he needs to, he doesn't care if what you have to do is important, he'd been observing you for far too long

and when he questions when would it even be needed, or obviously what was the deadline, and he hears 2 weeks? he isn't having any of your shit bro

like he'll do it while you rest on the couch or on your shared bed cuz he isn't gonna let you stress over some flimsy paper that you have to give in 2 weeks from now.

literally has to take the coffee away from you too, like um, as in he stopped buying coffee when he goes out shopping for groceries

slowly he'll change your beverage liking to tea or whatever, cuz living off coffee is dangerous, and tea is just warm water so

once he finally finished the papers you were 'oh so worried!' about, he'll really just cuddle you in his arms to help you fall asleep, he'll do it for as long as you want, he'll come home earlier than he usually does if you really need it, he'll always do your work if it means you'll be in a stable condition.

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）blade

he doesn't notice you're working too hard 'till he spots the eyebags under your eyes, and when he finally comes home, and waits for you to get in bed, you don't get in 'till like 2 hours later, so best bet he'll find out, and stop whatever is delaying his cuddle time with his s/o

when he finds out what's really stopping you from getting into bed when you do, he won't really say much than "please rest easy, those silly papers can wait, and i can't", but he will also stop you whenever you sit down to do those papers

like he will take the papers away and lock them away somewhere 'till you answer his questions, and get rest obviously.

"when is it due." "please stop blade, where did you put-" "when is it due."

when he finds out it's due in 2 weeks, he will lightly scold you, lightly because he knows you're stressed, he isn't that mad, will definitely just carry you to bed, whether or not you are arguing with it, he will, and will cuddle you

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）jing yuan

this man... this man already knew you were stressed... and as soon as you mention shit about paperwork being what is delaying his time with you, by the time you're in bed, he's already contacted your boss to lay off with work when it comes to you cuz he's just cool like that

literally wouldn't let it slide on how his precious s/o is being stressed by paper.

and when it's due in 2 weeks????? bro??? he will make sure to take coffee away from you. he honestly feels bad himself because he feels like he could've stopped this earlier, like what if you were stressed before and he didn't notice?

feels like shit when he realizes you could've been stressed out before, and he didn't do anything, and made you feel bad accidently. he's so scared that you'll leave him for something that he didn't even notice, so he always tries to have his attention on you

literal floods of kisses to your forehead, neck, and lips, just wants to apologize for not noticing sooner

tell him its okay that he didn't notice too soon or his poor little heart will break a bit more

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）welt

he feels you, he's done that a ton before, i can tell. but he doesn't want you to feel what he did in that era, or phase of his.

he felt so vulnerable, and depressed, and what if that's what you felt? and telling him it's okay with you even though you can barely open your eyes, and live off coffee?

best bet he will switch your coffee out with tea, or herbal medicine, he already knows what's best for you, and what's to your liking.

he will scold you like a mom to her child, because he doesn't want you to overstress yourself, especially when he knows what it feels like to be like that. and the way it's his beloved s/o? yeah right!

will hide all the coffee packets from you, like yk how he's like............really.......... tall..... hhahahahasdmsjd...

he'll hide it wherever your short ahh cant reach (he's like 6'8? 6'10? pls..........)

my little meow meow, he would soo carry you bridal style to the bedroom, like bffr THIS MAN IS PROBABLY STRONG AS HELL.

ok back to srs writing sorry, but he just the type to make sure you really are okay, literally kisses your eyelids as soon as you both are in bed like DAMN! this man is hot!

its due in 2 weeks.. in 2 weeks.. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT IT *cue the angry mother noise

heavily sighs, and just kisses your forehead, and then goes back to cooking your fave dish or smth, i just know he can cook well!!!

this was rushed, mwa!!!!

[queer-overwatch]

Can I get one of OverWatch where the reader is the S/O of Genji, Hanzo, Junkrat, Roadhog, and Junker Queen? Like, How would they react to a reader who has a sword that looks normal at first but when their S/O sees their partner in danger, the sword reveals itself as a cursed sword where the blade changes color and their S/O changes into a demon form (whenever the curse takes effect) to protect their partner and change back once they're safe.

Genji,Hanzo, JQ, Junkrat, and Roadhog w/ a plant sword and demon powers

Sorry it's all headcanons -Xor & Frisk

Junker Queen

❦ ════ •⊰♔⊱• ════ ❦

Ms.Ma'am is FLABBERGASTED

Also lowkey jealous bc thats so cool???? If she could she'd yoink it but since it's your's she won't

She would totally say your sword and Gracie (her knife) are besties

Finds your demon form so incredibly cool

Would absolutely try and fight you while your in it, just to see how it'd go

She can handle herself so it probably wouldn't happen very often

But when it does she's lowkey so into it bc yeah, fuck shit up bbg

Roadhog

━━━━━━━𓃟━━━━━━━━

It's hard to impress this man .

Even harder so for him to get into danger he can't handle.

Seeing you use your sword for the first time absolutely left him keeling.

He was so lost for a moment because who in junker town uses a sword when most people have ranged weapons.

He was surprised at how well you handled yourself , especially with your short temper.

Watching you transform was something else , he half expected something else

But a demon that's something else

Left him speechless more speechless than normal

100% let you know how much he appreciates you afterwards.

Actually make that 200% with a side of approval and cuddles

Junkrat

⫷════ •⊰♨⊱• ════⫸

he's been trying to steal your sword it was why he got with you before he fell In love

the moment he sees what that can do he just wants it , he wants to hold it and tell you , that you've found something gorgeous

He completely forgot the danger for a second before a junker grabbed him by the throat

He was littleraly in awe watching you cut them down, until one of them managed to get the upper hand.

Immediately made the comment that he picked a "feisty one"

100% asks you to show him how you did all of that

Tried to bite your sword afterwards and chipped a tooth

Genji

:: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::[]==()

At first he's generally a little startled he never expected you to hold so much potential when Null Sector cornered him .

He loved watching the vines and flowers wrap around your sword it seems so cool and he definitely wanted to try it .

After you'd gotten hurt and decided as a last sitch effort to I leash your demon is he was worried about how the fight might go.

You were very injured at the end but watching you cut and claw down the massive robot he made sure you got the medical treatment you deserved

100% he teaches you how to defend yourself he doesn't want you getting hurt like that again

He also begs to try out your fancy sword , he lets you use his in returns

Hanzo

≫━─━─━─━─◈─━─━─━─━⫸

Bro does not know how to feel

Flashbacks to his brother

Also finds it interesting though in more of a "watching from a distance" way

Also isn't in danger too often though its more likely for him

Out of everyone would probably ask the most logical questions like where your sword came from, how it does all that cool shit, can he try it- etc etc

Would also probably wanna try fighing you though just to try and train for if he ever comes into contact with someone who had a similar ability

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

"dark & stormy night" — for @simplepotatofarmer's rivals duo spooktacular!

~

By the time Dream got back to his supply bunker, the storm was well underway. Thick, heavy lashes of rain through the darkness; his hood stood no chance against it. But as he ducked into the doorway, finally sheltered, a clatter of metal sounded from within, and Dream froze in place.

He had been found.

His axe was drawn immediately. Okay. This was okay. Shit, shit, how was someone here? Had he been followed? He shook his head; took a breath; it didn't matter now. This kind of problem had a simple solution.

He crept further in. The lanterns were out, so it was impossible to see ahead with any clarity, but Dream knew this base well. His brain latched onto the muted rumble from outside and the drip, drip, drip through the ceiling.

Lightning flashed through the room, casting a bold silhouette. Someone was standing by the stove. The intruder was huge. Dream felt his heart skip; there were so few people that tall. Sam came to mind. But whoever it was, they hadn't seen him yet, and that was all he needed. Silent, Dream approached from behind, and he raised his axe above his head.

He brought it down—

—and the intruder stumbled back, missing the blade by an inch. Another flash of lightning, and Dream could finally see their face.

And he balked.

“Techno?”

Techno raised his arms in surrender. “Bro, relax! You almost took my head off.”

“I was trying to! What the— Why are you in my fucking base?”

“I’m makin’ dinner!”

Dream looked from Techno to the pot bubbling away on the stove. Dream’s stove. Hastily, he lit a lantern so he could actually see what was in it: an assortment of vegetables, and perhaps some light seasoning. Dream watched it stew, dumbfounded.

“Listen, man,” Techno reasoned, “I was headin’ home when the rain started, and rain just isn’t great for my hair, it really isn’t. Y’know, it gets a bit, uh, a bit wild, a bit untamed. And really, I don’t wanna end up lookin’ like Tommy, that would be… that would be pretty bad…”

Dream still wasn't looking at him. He couldn't really process what Techno was saying.

“But then I remembered, oh yeah, that Dream guy has some pretty conveniently placed bases, as well as still conveniently owin’ me that favor."

Dream felt himself deflate. He let the axe drop, going to slump down in one of the stools with a long, deep sigh. “And you decided to let yourself in and— and, like, just make yourself some stew?”

Techno shrugged. “I mean, you weren’t exactly around to ask about your, uh. Your eatin’ preferences.”

“That’s not the point! Obviously!”

“I’m hearin’ a lot of complainin’ here, Dream, and not a lot of gratitude.” Techno was grinning, he realized. He went back to stirring the pot without a care in the world, as if this was somehow a normal thing to do. After a moment, he wafted the smell and took a sniff, nodding approvingly.

There were too many questions, like how was he cooking in the dark? or how did he know about this place? or did he somehow know Dream was coming today? But, in all honesty, Dream didn't have the energy for the arduous process of pulling answers from him. He wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded good.

Techno placed a bowl in front of Dream with a proud, “Voila. Dinner is served.” It actually did smell amazing—so much so that Dream realized that if it weren't for this random meal, he might not have remembered to eat today. His stomach groaned.

“Thanks,” he muttered, and he made sure to leave the mask on until he had managed to wipe away the smirk.

Techno sat across from him with his own bowl. Dream took a spoonful, and—yeah. It really was that good. He had no idea when Techno had learned to cook so well, with carrots and mushrooms and…

“No potatoes?” Dream asked.

“Well, you didn’t exactly seem like their biggest fan.”

Dream scoffed, which turned into a strange laugh. “This might actually be the dumbest thing you've ever done,” he mused. “I was genuinely this close to killing you.”

“Ah, but you're forgettin’ one crucial fact—”

“Technoblade never dies,” they said in unison, which might have been more amusing if it wasn't so obvious.

“Yeah, okay.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Techno stayed until the morning. Dream didn't exactly have a spare guest bedroom, but with enough assorted (and vaguely damp) blankets, they worked something out. Once they had said their goodbyes, Dream returned to the pot of stew. It was still almost full. He ate nothing else until it was finished.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

"Cut!"

Hi! I was remembering how some of your fics have Roman practicing conversations with the other sides in the Imagination over and over. Now, I tend to be one of those people that is almost always in my head (been mildly dissociating near constantly for almost a year now which uh- probably should get that checked out actually) and a lot of the time when I do stuff I get deja vu even if I've never done something like that before. And it's kinda gotten to the point where I'm not entirely sure if something has actually happened or not sometimes. So I was thinking maybe Roman references a conversation what he'd had with the Imagination!Sides in passing on accident, and everyone is kinda like "Princey wtf are you talking about??" And Roman panics and hides, and the next time he sees the sides he thinks that they don't wanna see him and this is a scene in the Imagination. So he gets really confused when the words he's learned will get the fake sides angry at him just are met with more concern and worry from the real sides. And they're trying to comfort him and he doesn't know what's going on and yells "CUT!" but obviously it doesn't work and now everyone is really worried and Roman can't tell between what's real and what's fake anymore and just. Has a mental breakdown. and then they comfort :D because I cannot leave this poor guy with an unhappy ending. – anon

hiii !!!! idk if you’re taking requests, and if not please ignore me, but if you are, i’m legit in love with how you write rociet with roman angst, and i would love to see more of it !!!!!! thank you !!!!!!!! – anon

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Warnings: unreality/roman having trouble remembering things and figuring out what's real, self-doubt

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 4976

It begins so slowly that they don't think anything of it at first. Roman will say something that they don't remember, or he'll reference something that never happened, or he'll forget something that happened just a few days ago as though it happened several months back. Things...escalate, and soon they figure out the problem is far, far worse than they could have ever imagined.

Remus doesn't bother with asking or knocking, he just sinks into Roman's room right over his bed.

There's no yelp or screech, which means Roro's not in the bed, but he does get a surprised little squeak when he turns around from his desk.

"Ro-bro!"

"Re? I thought you were—you went—aren't you feeding Ollie right now?"

Remus frowns, sitting up. "No, that's not for another week. And you're supposed to come with me."

Roman furrows his brow, toying with his pen. "Really? I thought you said…"

He trails off, staring into nothing and Remus's frown deepens, sliding off the bed and walking over. Roman's pen stills, his grip a little too tight, and Remus nudges his shoulder. "Roro?"

It's like someone electrocuted him—Roman clicks and suddenly this wide grin that looks almost painful settles on his face and Remus blinks in surprise. "Sorry, don't know what came over me. Must've been lost in thought."

"Are you—hey!"

Roman leaps up and tackles Remus through the door into the Imagination, summoning his sword and swinging it before Remus has a chance to catch his breath. His morningstar clangs against the blade a moment later and he grins too—he's been waiting for Roman to start one of their fights for ages!

"Come on," Roman taunts, spreading his arms, "or are you just gonna lie there all day?"

"Oh, you asked for it, Roro."

Their sparring shakes the ground, yells and laughs ringing out as their weapons clash over and over and over. Remus throws back his head and howls and the Imagination responds, the sky growing dark and thick with clouds as thunder booms in the distance. Roman's sword grazes his arm and he shoves Remus hard in the chest, knocking him over.

"Do you yield?"

"Never!" He springs back up and they're off again, but Roman keeps dancing out of the way. "How're you so fast? Have you been practicing without me?"

Roman falters and Remus jams his elbow into the soft part of Roman's ribs, knocking him off-balance just enough to swat the sword from his hand. The first raindrops start to fall as Roman lands on his side, Remus's morningstar about to aim for his chest when a leg trips him and suddenly Roman's got his sword back—how did that happen?—and Remus's weapon is flying across the field.

"How the fuck—?"

"Do you yield?"

Remus snarls playfully and jumps up, tackling Roman and knocking his sword away again. Roman responds instantly, grappling across the slowly-muddying field until they end up on their backs, Roman's arm holding Remus in a chokehold as the rain pours down on them.

"Do you yield?"

"Yeah, yeah," Remus gasps, "I fucking yield. Leggo."

Roman chuckles and lets him roll off, landing face first in a mud puddle. His muscles ache but only in the good way and he flops onto his back, smiling breathlessly at the sky.

"That was fucking amazing, Roro," he gasps, "you have been practicing, haven't you?"

"Just trying to keep up with you," comes Roman's answer, just a little too quickly.

Remus doesn't think anything of it.

2.

"Roman?"

"Hm?" Roman looks up from his spot in the corner of the living room, curled around his notebook. "Oh, hey, Padre. Is everything okay?"

Patton tilts his head. "Yeah, kiddo, why wouldn't it be?"

"Sorry, it's just, you know, everyone's been a little tense recently, what with…" Roman makes a vague gesture. "Everything. I shouldn't have assumed, though, I'm sorry."

Before Patton can ask if Roman's okay, Roman's settling his notebook to the side and standing up.

"What can I do for you?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with dinner?"

An expression flickers across Roman's face, too quick to name, before he's smiling and bowing. "It would be my honor, lead the way."

At least he's alright enough for that. Patton goes over to the kitchen, Roman behind him, and reaches for the large pot at the back of the stove. "I was thinking we could try that new pasta dish that Virgil's been asking about? The one Thomas saw on that YouTube video?"

"The one with all the spices and garlic and stuff?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I don't remember if we have all the ingredients we need, but I'm definitely down to try." Roman opens a cabinet and starts taking bottles down from the shelf. "We can also definitely tweak the recipe to make sure that we can do the important parts, we just have to be careful that—"

"Uh, Roman?"

Roman pauses, turning to look over his shoulder, still holding a jar. "Yeah?"

"I, uh, I did this last week, I know what spices we have. I figured this out, you don't have to tell me how to do it."

Again, that expression flickers over his face and he quickly sets down the jar and takes a big step away from the counter. "Right, right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to—no, I'm not gonna make an excuse. I'm sorry, Patton, I'll listen."

"It's fine, kiddo, I know you didn't mean it." Patton holds out the pot. "Can you fill this with water?"

"Of course!"

They start prepping, Patton providing little instructions and Roman carrying them out. He chops the shallots, the green onions, and sets the sausage to the side to be cooked first. By the time they're ready to start the actual cooking, Patton's got the water boiling for the rice noodles when Roman looks over his shoulder.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Cooking the noodles, that's it."

"But they're—sorry, aren't they supposed to be cooked later?"

"We need them ready to add to the rest of the stuff near the end, kiddo, so they have to be ready."

"But they only take a few minutes." When Patton frowns, just thinking Roman's words over, Roman hastily continues. "Sorry, I'm sure you know that already. Here, I'll, uh, would it be helpful if I got a bowl out to put them in once they're done?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

He catches that expression on Roman's face again, and again it vanishes too quickly for him to ask about, but the rest of the cooking goes off without a hitch. They get a lot of compliments on how good everything tastes and Patton makes sure Roman gets as much of the praise as he does.

"I just listened to you," Roman demurs, "it's really all you."

"It seems not only have you cooked a spectacular dish," Logan observes, "but you've also taught Roman some humility."

Virgil snorts. "'Bout time."

Roman smiles as the rest of them laugh. Patton takes another bite. "This is even better than last time."

"Last time," Roman says quietly, "sorry, can you—when was last time?"

"Sheesh, Princey, how bad is your memory getting? It was just last week?"

"Last week, right."

Patton opens his mouth to ask why Roman still sounds unsure about it, but then Remus throws one of the prawn shells at Janus and he doesn't think about it anymore.

3.

"Easy, now," Roman murmurs, still stroking his hand up and down Virgil's spine, "that's it…you're doing really well, shadow-ling."

Virgil closes his eyes, resting against Roman's solid chest as the last of the panic attack bleeds from his veins. His breathing has yet to even out, but he can start to smell some of Princey's shampoo again, so he takes it as a win. He'll deny it later, but he turns his head to nuzzle into the crook of Roman's neck. Roman doesn't say a single thing, just shifting his grip to hold Virgil more securely in his lap.

"Hey," he says gently when Virgil headbutts his chin, "you here with me, bud?"

"Mmpf."

Roman's chuckle thrums warmly through his head. "I'll take that as a 'sort of.'"

Half of Virgil expects Roman to gently prod him into taking care of himself the rest of the way: getting him water, making him try and eat a little, getting him out of the gross and sweaty clothes into clean ones, even trying to talk him into taking a shower. And he'd do it, putting up his cursory protests, but that would mean that Roman's getting ready to leave and right now, in the last of the panic, he really wants Princey to stay.

He'd deny it if Roman ever asked him, of course, and he'd throttle Janus before he could chirp how much of a lie that was.

But Roman doesn't do that. Instead, he wraps his arms even more gently around Virgil and tucks him half over his shoulder, almost straddling his lap as one of his hands begins to card through his hair. Pressed chest to chest, he has to stifle another hitching gasp as Princey starts humming. It's a low and gentle tune, almost melancholy, and he swears it's some kind of magic as it reaches into the exhausted heap of emotions still swirling in his gut and starts coaxing it out of him.

Yeah, that means he goes back to crying into Princey's shoulder, but it's a softer cry that feels like he might actually feel better when it's over and he has no idea how Roman knows exactly what to do.

He's not gonna question it though.

There's no way the song Princey's humming is as long as he holds him for, so he must be doing it over and over, which just makes Virgil cry more because Roman is choosing to stay with him right now, he's choosing to let Virgil be a puddle of mess on his lap, and he's still running his fingers lightly over Virgil's back and yes, actually, Virgil would like to stay here forever.

When the tears eventually run out and Virgil's just floating there, in a really pleasant haze, he realizes that Roman isn't going to move until Virgil decides he wants to move. Not when he's just shifting so it's easier for Virgil to breathe, and he's still scratching gently along the space between his shoulder blades.

"…Princey?"

"Hm?"

"How'd…how'd you know what to do?"

Roman turns and noses Virgil's hair. "You told me, remember?"

Virgil's tired brain tries to figure out when he gave Roman the step-by-step on how to give him the best, most indulgent comfort ever and draws a blank. "No. I—when'd I do that?"

Roman's hand stutters for a moment, just a moment, but a moment nonetheless. "Maybe I just figured out why it took me so long to realize what you needed, then."

Talking is hard, and so Virgil doesn't do it, but he does think about it.

4.

"It's not that bizarre of an opinion, to be sure, but the way it's phrased speaks more of an incomplete understanding of the topic than they intended."

"No, I see your point. I mean, I know I'm definitely biased and reading sentences like that tends to make me defensive, but I know that, and I'm trying to work on it." Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. "I think it's just hard because when you make such sweeping generalizations that imply that you really don't know what it is you're talking about, it's hard for me to not be super defensive and stuff, does that make sense?"

"It's another area for you to work on—"

"Yeah, I know."

"—but I see your point. If someone doesn't come to the table in good faith, it's difficult to have good faith yourself." Logan sits back, still pondering the opinion piece in front of them. "Though it is clear they lack the same kind of expertise and knowledge that you do."

"I think that's also why it's hard for me—I can list, like, four different examples offhand that would disprove their point, and at least half a dozen more that show the contradictions they've made in the last paragraph alone—like, I'm not alone here, that part contradicts their point about pacing, doesn't it?"

"Not entirely, but yes, it lends an ambiguity to their earlier statement."

"Right." Roman rubs his forehead and flips through his notebook, brow furrowed. "I swear I remember when we talked about academic continuity, I just need to find that page."

Logan frowns. "When we what?"

Roman looks up, brow furrowed. "When we talked about…you know, the importance of making sure your argument—or your point, sorry—carries through your entire piece?"

"I don't recall that conversation."

"You, um—" Roman starts flipping through his notebook, his movements taking on an increasingly frenetic pace— "you brought one of my papers to me that we talked about and you started going through the um, the problems with the layout and we started talking about the importance of—I swear it's in here, I just need to find it."

Logan sits forward, his brow increasingly furrowing as Roman almost tears a page trying to turn it. "Roman, it's—"

"Here." Roman runs his finger down the page, still not meeting Logan's gaze, "we talked about how it's important to have a coherent theme that the reader can follow and how to acknowledge conflicting viewpoints without placing them in a hierarchy."

Logan blinks. That does sound like a conversation that he and Roman would have—one that he believes he'd rather enjoy—but he has no recollection of it. Roman's expression flickers when he says as much, something almost like panic rising in his gaze before it's quickly stifled.

"Well," he says, forcing a smile onto his face, "perhaps I was just reading it back over and imagined what you'd say."

"I quite like this imaginary version of me, then," Logan jokes, "he makes excellent points."

Roman's reaction is not quite a flinch, but his smile squeezes for a moment too long before he nods.

"Would you mind having it again," Logan asks, "for the sake of—?"

"Oh, I couldn't do it justice," Roman says a little too quickly, "but you, um, you can read it? If you want?"

Logan blinks again, surprise coloring his voice. "You'd let me read your notes?"

"…if…if you want to?"

Waiting for Roman to retract that invitation at any moment—he has never seen Roman fiercer than when something touches his notebooks—Logan reaches out and carefully starts to read. The conversation's transcript—or summary—is fascinating. He finds himself almost mourning the fact that this wasn't a conversation he'd actually had. Although some of the comments that he can tell are his are a touch more callous than he'd prefer, he finds himself engrossed in their dialogue until he gets to the latter half.

Roman's handwriting grows sloppy, as it is wont to do when he gets caught up, but there are occasional splotches of discoloration where it looks like something wet.

"Oh, I was drinking something," Roman says offhandedly when Logan asks, "must've spillled."

"I'm surprised you'd drink around your notebooks, you take such care of them."

"Well, you know me."

Before Logan can point out that he does, that's why he's confused, Roman's saying that he's sorry, but he's a little worn out, would Logan mind terribly if they cut this short a bit? Logan shakes his head and watches Roman pick up his notebook, walking out of his room. That moment of panic lingers in his mind and he frowns, wondering why Roman had panicked.

He thinks about that and the drops of liquid that had obscured a line in Roman's handwriting that just said cut.

5.

Janus hears Roman lie over and over again and he's about to break something.

Every time, he has to hold back his visible surprise that one, Roman is lying so readily, and two, that he's getting away with it. The little prince is a better actor than Janus gave him credit for—than any of them gave him credit for, as it's turning out—and the more times it happens, the more Janus thinks that something right under their noses is going terribly, horribly wrong.

The lies aren't big enough for them to be problems on their own, but they stack on top of each other like pebbles until it feels as though Janus blinks one day and there's a wall between Roman and the rest of them that seems insurmountable. And each time another adds to the mass, he thinks about calling it out, but they're never for something so serious as to warrant a full interrogation and the last thing he wants to do is let Roman know he's suspicious of him.

…it sounds much worse than it is.

It's just that if Roman is this good about keeping everyone off his tail right now, with almost no baseline suspicion or cause for concern, he has no desire to see what would happen if Roman was intent on keeping it a secret. And if he is going to succeed in uncovering why Roman feels so fundamentally scared, something Virgil only admitted after Janus had poked and prodded him for far too long, then he needs all of the rest of them on his side too.

His opportunity comes unexpectedly.

They're having a meeting—not a meeting meeting, they're just talking about what they want to do this weekend—and Roman brings up a conversation they'd had about making sure movie nights were comfortable for everyone. Talking about possible triggers beforehand, making sure everyone had equal access to whatever snacks they wanted, even down to making sure everyone behaved considerately while the movie was playing to ensure everyone was having a good time.

A perfectly reasonable thing to bring up, except that conversation never happened.

"What?" Roman looks around. "Are—it did, I swear. We were—we were getting ready to watch the second Venom movie and Remus brought up the body horror and gore that happens and we started talking about—"

He looks around at them all again.

"Do…do none of you remember this?"

"No, kiddo."

"Not really."

"It would be a good conversation to have, but I don't remember this instance of it."

Remus and Janus just shake their heads, Janus keeping his eyes on Roman as he fiddles with his hands.

Don't lie, Roman, please.

"Sorry," Roman says, flashing a bright smile, "must be getting lost in my Imagination again."

Janus narrows his eyes—not technically a lie, but Roman's leaving something out. For a moment, it seems like the conversation will keep flowing and he'll have to wait for a better time to ask Roman what's wrong, but then Patton's speaking up.

"Kiddo?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Roman laughs. "Yeah, of course, Padre, why wouldn't I be?"

Lie. Janus hisses softly and Roman's head jerks around.

"What's the matter," Logan asks, and Roman jerks again at the gentle tone, "will you talk to us, Roman?"

"You've been acting a little strange for a while now," Patton agrees, taking a step closer, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, like I said," Roman tries, a smile still sort of on his face, "everything's fine, why are you—"

Janus hisses again as Virgil sits up. "Princey, you don't have to be scared, you can—"

"I'm not scared!"

The stronger lie sears across Janus's tongue as Roman winces at the force of his own shout. He pinches the bridge of his nose. No one dares move for several long seconds. Just when Logan looks like he's about to say something, Roman takes a deep breath and lowers his head.

"I'm sorry," he says in a voice that sounds so mournful it makes Janus's chest ache, "I didn't mean to shout or snap at you. You didn't deserve it, I'm sorry. I think I—I've just been spending too much time in the Imagination again."

As soon as he finishes talking, he braces. Like he's expecting to get hit. He hears Remus make a worried noise next to him, starting to reach out.

"Little one," Logan says gently, "we're not angry with you, there's no need for all of that."

Roman's eyes snap open and at the look of pure confusion on his face, a few more of them let out little sounds. Virgil stands up and Roman turns too quickly to face him.

"Hey, Princey," Virgil soothes, his hands up, "I'm not moving, okay? I'm just worried. You're—I can feel you freaking out a little that's all."

"Sweetheart," Patton calls next and Janus winces at how much Roman's neck keeps snapping back and forth, "sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe, it's gonna be okay."

"Back off a bit, we're crowding him."

All of them—except for Remus—take a step back. Remus edges closer and closer to Roman until he can rest a hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman just trembles and Remus cups the side of his face.

"Hey, Roro. Look at me. Just at me, okay?"

"I don't—this wasn't—"

"Breathe," Remus bids softly, and Roman draws a few gasping breaths.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What wasn't?"

"This—I—I don't—"

Remus opens his mouth to say something else when it morphs into a wordless sound of surprise as Roman sinks out abruptly, leaving him scrabbling at the empty air as the rest of them rush forward.

"What happened?"

"Where'd he go?"

"Did we do something to upset him?"

"What's going on?"

Janus doesn't say anything, still staring at the spot where Roman had been. He thinks about all of the lies he's heard, all of the things Roman hasn't said, and how out of all of the things Roman lied about, he'd never lied about being lost in the Imagination.

A conclusion starts to take shape.

+1.

"No wonder you've been so off, your head hasn't been attached to you since you lost it."

"It's a bad idea to spend so much time in the Imagination, Roman, you know that."

"That sounds really irresponsible, Roman. You should know better."

"Quit hogging the Imagination, I need to use it too."

"Oh, of course you were, Roman, did you honestly think we'd expected anything different?"

"You need to be better disciplined, if you can't get the work done you need to before deciding to go off and play."

"Sheesh, Princey, are you really that selfish?"

"If it's getting so bad that you're having delusions, then you need to stop, kiddo."

"Oh, no, Roman's having trouble understanding what's real again."

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"You're being dramatic, pull yourself together."

"Your crocodile tears aren't convincing anyone, you know."

"Stop crying, you're not a baby."

"Do you think that if you throw a big or pathetic enough tantrum, it'll get us to spoil you? Grow up."

"Stupid."

"Ridiculous."

"Pathetic."

"Annoying."

"Worthless."

"You can't do anything right."

"You're being ridiculous."

"We should never have relied on you."

"I knew you couldn't handle it."

"We're better off without you."

Roman curls up around his pillow, wedging himself deeper into the corner. He jams his face between it and the wall. He tries to keep his hands out of sight. He counts in his head as he breathes, trying to keep it as even as possible. Eventually it will be over. He just has to last until then. Then he can go to his room and cuddle his plushie dragon and be upset there, out of the way, and hurt all by himself. It's safer that way.

He keeps his breathing nice and steady, letting the hurt course through him. The voices keep going, taunting, mocking, yelling, scolding, until they start to just say his name over and over. Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman—

"Roman!"

Something like a frenzied scream comes from behind him and he turns his face deeper into the wall.

"What the fuck are those things?"

"Shit, how long have those been here?"

"Are they—are they supposed to be us?"

"Yeah, fucked up and cruel versions of us, not on my fucking watch!"

Several wet splats come from behind him and then there are hands on his shoulder, running through his hair, and someone that feels like Remus is murmuring in his ear.

"Hey, Roro, it's over. I destroyed them, they're gone, it's the real us. We're here, we're really here, just—just come out of there, okay?"

Oh. It's this one.

He always finds this one the cruelest, where they lure him in with promises of comfort and safety only to turn on him when he reveals what he's actually upset about. No, thank you, he's hurting just fine on his own.

"Roro, please, come out of there, it's okay, it's all gonna be okay."

"Let me try," he hears Logan's voice say, and then the Remus is moving away and there's another hand on his shoulder, "dear, it's alright. You're going to give yourself neck pain if you stay like that, come here…"

Despite his chest howling at him not to, Roman lets Logan coax him out from the corner. Each word of gentle praise just makes it worse—it's going to hurt so much when they start being mean again.

"Princey—" and there's Virgil— "hey, stay with us, okay? Just focus on us, Pat, do you want to—"

"I got it."

Despite himself, a wounded noise leaves Roman's throat as a blanket gets draped over his shoulders. Careful touches smooth it down, more hands helping to secure it in place, and he just curls up so small under it so he doesn't get used to the warmth.

Just get it over with. Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

"Sweetie," he hears, and flinches at the touch of a smooth hand and a scaled hand on his face.

Wait, what?

Janus never takes his gloves off. Not here. Not like this. They can't—they can't be this cruel to him, not today, not when everything already hurts so much.

"Cut," he manages, "cut."

But the hands don't leave and he looks up to see Janus, actual real Janus looking at him and then he smiles softly and calls him sweetie again, and then Logan is appearing over his shoulder and Patton's adjusting the blanket and Virgil and Remus are keeping watch at the corners of the room and—and—and—

"Come here, sweetie," Janus murmurs and he's falling into his chest and there's a kiss being pressed to his temple and it's warm and soft and—

"Shh, Princey," Virgil says as a thread of panic starts to wind its way around his chest, "it's okay, you're okay," and—

"Come this way a little," Logan coaxes as something soft appears under him, "come lie down, you're alright," and—

"There you are," Patton's voice says as something starts to cuddle him, gently yet firmly and it's so surreal and—

"Oh, Roro," Remus mumbles as his brother's arms wrap firmly around him, "this is real, I promise, I promise we're here with you, everything's gonna be okay, okay? We're here, we're real, you're real, everything's gonna be okay now," and—

—and then Roman doesn't think anymore.

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[sanjisboyfie]

❔[NAME] WIKI - ALABASTA ARC ENDS

realized i left it out of my a/n last update but, after every major arc in one piece, there will be a "[name] wiki" that will just highlight information that might have been missed/not so obviously stated about [name] as well as bonus infomration on relationships, fun facts, etc!!! anyway, enjoy this little filler update before skypiea <333

link to original fanfic where thsi wiki is based from :D

full name: [REDACTED] D. [NAME]

age: 20, departed from foosha village at 17 — it’s been three years since then

affiliations:

— [REDACTED] Pirates ERROR LOADING

— [REDACTED] ERROR LOADING

— connection with Shanks/Red Hair Pirates in some way

— [REDACTED] Pirates, temporary member, mutual gain

— Straw Hat Pirates

epithet: [REDACTED]

The Cursed Orphan

birthday: [xx/xx] ← this is your own birthday LOL

height: 6’5

there is a reason he is so tall, please trust me he is not insanely tall for no reason. like there are plot reasons as to why he built like a beanstock.

- related: i forgot that his height was lowkey a plot point (a teensy teensy tiny bit) so i forgot to mention his height until very very very very very recently in the chaptesr LMFAOOA

bounty:

— 200,000,000

— 250,000,000

japanese va: junichi suwabe … or … yuki kaji … or more like kenjiro tsuda (i cant decide unfortunately lmk in comments bc i like all of these vas a lot) 

appearance:

— has a giant tattoo expanding over his shoulders/back. they look like wings (minus the figure in the middle). they don’t look like the typical tattooed angel wings going downwards, they more-so stretch across his back and the tips end at his deltoids.

— keeps a black cloth wrapped around one of his wrists, at all times. this cloth was torn from shanks’ cloak and [name] keeps it as a safe keeping

— always is wearing a silver necklace. it’s a simple, thin chain that is almost unnoticeable, but he is never seen without it.

— has scars all over his body. they’re not battle scars. they start from his face and go all the way down to his feet. if you were to see his entire body, you would see that most of the scars are single lines that do NOT disconnect from their starting point. they run almost continuously. for example, the scarred line that starts at his face goes all the way down to his feet, without being “interrupted.” origins are unknown.

weapon: a sword that was passed down from shanks and given to him as a gift. he doesn’t know the proper name of it, but it looks like a regular katana. he has never drawn his sword in the series yet, seeing as he only reveals the blade when he is out to very seriously maim, torture, or kill his enemies. the katana radiates an intimidating aura and anyone around [name] can feel it.

standard outfit: just jeans and a t-shirt, nothing crazy goes on here LMFAO or whatever you wanna envision him to be wearing.

abilities: have not been completely revealed, but it does have something to do with water. this explains his ability to control people’s bodies, seeing as their blood and overall body mass has a high percentage of water.

— he has some control over sea water, but only for short bursts of time.

— he is not completely immune to the effects of sea water, though. if he is submerged in it for a long enough period of time <a couple of minutes>, then he will begin drowning and sinking just like a devil fruit eater would.

— did not eat a devil fruit. the origins of his powers are unknown at this time.

— skilled swordsman, source: trust me bro. but seriously, he doesn’t just swing around the sword, even though we’ve never seen him use it, he’s generally very good with weapons of all kinds — but has a specialty in blades.

— has been seen using geppo, soru, and shigan. 

favorite food: COFFEE BEANS + SEAFOOD :) cheese

fun facts:

likes: all the strawhats, animals, bitter flavors

dislikes: the world gov + navy, anyone that isn't a strawhat, anything sweet flavored

— the name the government gave him was due to how they could not find any family lineage tied to him

— considers dadan and makino as his mother figures!

— the song he is always humming is for fruits basket <333

— its not that he only drinks coffee and not anything else — like booze, its just he doesnt like the taste of booze. he can drink it, but he wont like it.

— if he were to live in the real world, he would have a job in child protective services. he cares a lot for children. plus he feels the natural instinct to be protective of those around him.

— he can tell if there is anybody nearby due to how he is able to see water concentration to a certain extent. that is why whenever he squints in the distance or at the water, he is looking for something to pop out and is expecting to see someone/something.

— is really offstandish when it comes to strangers. it takes a lot to get trust out of him, but if it’s someone that luffy or the others trust, then he’s quick to lower his guard.

— finds it really amusing whenever chopper, nami, or usopp run to hide behind him when they see any enemies. he doesn’t mind it, but still thinks its really funny whenever it happens.

— he enjoys pissing off zoro, but never brings up their past fight. to him, it was a silly thing that happened in the past so he doesn’t hold it over zoro’s head, plus he saw how much it affected the swordsman.

— hates manspreaders → has a chronic, worst case of manspreading anyone has ever seen

— has the highest debt to nami in the entire crew (somewhere in the 300-400,000)

— the tattoo over ace’s heart are words that he and ace shared with each other (”together in chaos”) when they were children (LOOOREEEE)

— wants to start working out with zoro, but due to their recent adventures hasn’t had the chance to :(

— unlike luffy, he has no qualms in killing his enemies. he wishes he were like luffy in this sense, but he is paranoid that these people will come back for him, or worse — the crew, so he eliminates them when he can.

— [name] really, really wanted vivi to come along. but he didn't verbalize it so as to not pressure her or manipulate the decision of what she herself wanted.

— whenever he wakes up from sleep, he’s in one of three odd positions: 1. luffy and him somehow end up cuddling, 2. he’s on the floor, or 3. he’s (not maliciously aka they're not actually dying.) choking either zoro or sanji with his arm.

— feels particularly protective of nami — not because she is a woman, but because he saw how sick she had gotten and was scared she would die. addtionally, he trusts her and her ability to fight, but if she requests for his help in a battle, he wouldn’t hesitate to go and help her.

— if him and sanji can't sleep at night, they go out on the deck and smoke together until one of them gets tired and they go back to bed.

— rather prideful in being strong. at the same time, he doesn’t really enjoy the nature of his abilities

— [name] had a bad history with the people on whiskey peak, which explains his hostility to them in the beginning chapters (they fooled him by giving him a lot of food, then they tried attacking him while he was sleeping, and he had to fight them.) doesn't like being lied to.

— vivi wishes she could have knighted [name] into holding a formal title as a guardian in the kingdom of alabasta, but igaram rejected the idea. her father and pell were close to agreeing, but ultimately decided that they couldn't and shouldn't seeing as [name] was too infamous for being a lethal pirate. vivi sulked about this for a while.

love language : acts of service and physical touch

— the more comfortable he is with someone, the more likely he is to crack jokes around them. it means hes relaxed and can feel comfortable being himself rather than being on edge and guarded.

— vivi often times hums the song that [name] always hummed, smiling whenever she remembers the amount of memories she had made with the crew. that song has now become her favorite despite her not knowing where it was from or if there were even words that went along with it.

— animal representation: crow

— who would he be if the strawhats were a family? the one younger cousin that keeps running around shouting about how he wants to fight/do something that requires a lot of energy from everyone else (or, cool uncle)

— he actually naturally has a very sweet scent, but since he is always brewing coffee/eating coffee beans, he masks that scent with coffee since he hates it :)

personality type : ENFP

→ characters that are ENFP: jinx (arcane/league of legends), hu tao (genshin impact), harley quinn (dc universe), and ellie (the last of us)

how would [name] describe his relationships:

with luffy: captain, dearest person in his life, partner in crime in annoying the rest of the crew, personal backpack since luffy is always climbing him

with zoro: most reliable crewmate, best first mate to luffy, good friendly competitor 1/2 strongest swordsman in the world

with nami: smartest crewmate!! admires her navigation abilities, enjoys her company when she isn't yelling bloody murder at him </3 1/3 of his priority people to protect

with usopp: fun to tease and joke around with, enjoys the way usopp lies even though he hates liars, 2/3 of his priority people to protect

with sanji: the best chef in the world, genuinely a very kind man, sees eye to eye with him more often than not, thinks his rude persona is just a front LOL good friendly competitor 2/2

with chopper: cutest mascot, thinks he is genuinely very strong, admires his mental strength and his story, 3/3 of his priority people to protect

with vivi: worrisome princess, braver than she gives herself credit for, very close friend he hopes to reunite with in the future! a crewmate in his mind even if she is not sailing with them

with ace: idiot, but also a very cute idiot <3 freckles, sees a lot of their childhood in ace’s eyes which makes him slightly emotional, reckless, misses him a lot right now

EXTRA BONUS:

playlist !

his theme songs are: chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey, i know ? by travis scott, here comes your man by the pixies ← will add more songs in each wiki !!!

— cotcc : “it’s beautiful, how this deep normality settles down over me. i’m not bored or unhappy, i’m still so strange and wild. you’re in the wind, i’m in the water. nobody’s son, nobody’s daughte,”

— i know ?: “tell me, is you still up. it’s 5 a.m. and i’m drunk right now. tell me, can we still fuck. // i know, mami, i know, it’s 2 a.m., don’t stress. at 3, that bullshit kick in, in thirty, you’ll feel your best”

— here comes your man, “take me away to nowhere plains. there is a wait so long (so long, so long). you'll never wait so long. here comes your man, here comes your man, here comes your man, here comes your man”

luffy & [name]: video games, “it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you. everything i do — i tell you all the time. heaven is a place on earth with you. // it’s better than i ever even knew. they say that the world was built for two. only worth living if somebody is loving you.”

zoro & [name]: married with children, “i hate the way that you are so sarcastic and you’re not very bright. you think that everything you’ve done’s fantastic. your music’s shit, it keeps me up all night, up all night // and it will be nice to be alone, for a week or two. but i knew then i will be right, right back here with you, with you, with you, with you, with you, with you”

sanji & [name]: right side of my neck, “the right side of my neck still smells like you. the right side of my neck still smells like you”

nami & [name]: LOYALTY, “tell me when your loyalty is comin’ from the heart. tell me who you loyal to. do it start with your women or your man? do it end with your family and friends? or you’re loyal to yourself in advance?”

usopp & [name]: my way, “for what is a man, what has he got? if not himself, then he has naught. to say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels. the record shows i took the blows. and did it my way”

vivi & [name]: happiness is a butterfly, “if he’s a serial killer, then what’s the worst thing that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt? i’m already hurt. if he’s as bad as they say, then i guess i’m cursed. looking into his eyes, i think he’s already hurt. he’s already hurt.”

chopper & [name]: live and let die, “when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. but if this ever changing world in which we’re living, makes you give in and cry — say live and let die”

ace & [name]: my love mine all mine, “nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. // nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love mine, all mine, all mine”

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[ .ᐟ ] PSA ! DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT READ THIS  (older version of this) STORY ON WATTPAD I REPEATTTTT DO NOTTT BECAUSE ! MY OLD VERSION OF THIS STORY IS STILL PUBLISHED bc i dont rlly want to take it down tbh bc a lot of ppl still read it AND IT IS SPOILLLERRRSS FOR WHAT I PLAN ON DOING WITH THIS STORY !!! because this is re-written and a much much much much much improved version of that oldddd story + it is still following that original plot line i had all those years ago just like 10000x better bc idk what drugs i was on when i was writing that ff all those years ago bc that shit is crazy LMFOAOAOA i beg, i BEG, of you to not read it i want this experience to be so fun with all the plotwists and motives of characters like pleaseeee do not read it (also ??? its jus so cringe worthy jus dont read it LFMAO) 

[quantifiableme]

As much as I dont wanna write Klance fanfic in 2023, there is a lack of Rock Band Aus in fandom.

Like Lance and Keith are both guitarists in separate bands.

Keith is the youngest member in The Blade of Mamora, which is an older rock band that’s reviving itself and they added Keith as their new guy (because the old guitarist was a perv or smth idk)

And Lance is the lead singer/guitarist/front runner for his pop-punk band he started from his garage with Hunk and Pidge. They have reasonable success, but are no where near as prolific as The Blade. (They’re like 1975. Def famous, but they aren’t doing area tours.) They call themselves Voltron.

Lance is a competitive idiot, and got into guitars because he saw an article about Music Prodigy Keith when he was a kid. He started his band when Keith was asked to join the Blade at like 17.

Now that Voltron is becoming more popular, they’re doing small interviews with like Buzzfeed, and Lance has this big speech about how Keith is his mortal enemy despite never havjng met him. Keith doesn’t watch these or have social media, but he hears about the rivarly through Shiro (his big bro and manager) but ultimately doesn’t care.

Shiro, though, sees how unhappy Keith is with the Blade. He’s like 19 now and spending all this time with 40-50 year old men, who are nice and offer guidence, but like they can’t be besties. They also all treat Keith like a nephew, so Keith is super behind in social skills.

So Voltron is getting signed by the same Blade of Mamora record company, and Shiro overhears a meeting where they are discussing strategy. (The pop division is run by Allura (daughter of CEO) and she is eager to prove herself.) Allura sees Lance’s ability to really loose himself with the crowd and in his singing, and wants to push him to sing more WITHOUT the guitar.

Shiro hears this and meets with Allura later to offer Keith as the new lead guitar.

*chaos ensues*

[smbliaaaa]

honestly the more i think about a character like bowser being thrown into a horror fan game like mario and the music box, the more i actually kinda wanna see it

there's so much comedic possibility in a tough guy like bowser being in a scene like that.

mainly because he's notoriously unkillable

throw him off a ledge? he'll live

throw him into lava? he'll live

dude's survived being sucked into a black hole on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS.

he's been crushed by his own castle

he's been flung into next week

he's literally blown up (when he's defeated in dream team, he explodes into little stars)

and he just comes back game after game like

"uh uh uh"

bro is a menace, and that's what makes the idea so. hilarious. to me

heres what i imagine

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A furious spirit, or a disgraced underling, or some other angered fiend trying to exact their revenge on Bowser. They're angry, they're not thinking straight, and they go in to stab him.

Their weapon shatters in their hand. Shatters.

Then Bowser... squints. Looks them up and down, processing what just happened. He can't believe it himself. Not that their blade or whatever burst like a detonated Bob-omb, but that they were

actually

dumb enough

to try that.

Not even the Mario Brothers would pull something like that, and fail so spectacularly. They're smart enough to know you just don't do that. Not to him. You fight the King of Awesome, and you fight him good. You don't try to stab him like some commoner. Where's your sense of class, doofus?

He's not sure whether to laugh in his attacker's face, or burn them into a pile of ash there and then. In his bewilderment, all he can ask is:

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

I've got one: an Adam that can SEE soulmates. He grins nastily as he takes a GOOD LONG look at Alastor and SMIRKS "Vox, huh? You love him, hmm? I can see it written right on your disgusting soul Al-ass-tor. Annnnd even better he's your soulmate. I kill him, I cause you unimaginable pain and suffering for eternity without touching you." And then he takes off, leaving Lute and his army to take care of the hotel--who HEARD HIM to search for Vox.

The Vees are in full out panic mode, of course. They have no idea what to do. Vox say he can carry both Val and Vel through the electricity but they need a location to go too--abd the vacation home is too far, he doesn't have the juice.

Valentino is pissed at Vox for being Alastor's soulmate, and panicking about the certain death heading their way.

Velvette doesn't care: "Take us as far as you can to the vacation home and we can steal a car!"

Alastor is RAGING. How DARE that pompous f-wit threaten what is HIS?!? (Although he is pleased Adam did announce Vox was his too all of Hell. Now no one would dare try to date Vox after he killed the moth.)

(Feel free to use :3)

Thank you anon because I definitely WILL be taking this.

No really this is good, honestly you anons are helping write the best voxal fanfic with me as well speak. I think after I finish my current writing coms today then I'll start on this story. It honestly sounds really fun and I'm a bit of a slow burn kinda gal with a passion for angst so this is definitely up my alley.

The idea of Adam coming in? Mwah!

Like imagine the way Alastor freezes the moment Adam says that stuff about going after Vox and especially before Vox finds himself having to defend the vees. Bro doesn't even know what's going on at first and that he's basically one of the reasons it's happening. Imagine his shock if Alastor does hunt him down before the angels get there, both confusion AND relief showing on his face just to see Alastor. Though there's also annoyance.

"ugh! I could have handle a few angels Alastor!" He growls after Alastor grabs them after fighting and imagine something like after Alastor saves them he and Vox are having this argument just for Vox to stop when it seems Alastor did in fact take some damage.

"a few isn't tons Vox." Alastor would most like his back while cradling a wound and Vox might as well be the one to help him clean it up, matter of fact he has too because everyone is rather fearful of the pair. Alastor doesn't want anyone to deal with the wound like a stubborn dog unless it's Vox and this could leave them a lot of time just to sit with each other. It's silent as Vox carefully cleans his wounds, gentle and careful not to do anything that would hurt even more and then as he's looking over Alastor's body he'll glare at nothing halfheartedly, brows burrowed in confusion and annoyance.

"why'd you do something so stupid?" He'll ask and I can see Alastor's ear twitching. Vox basically asks him what's his problem. Why'd he go out there to fight so many angels and over HIM of all people? He's both flattered and a bit unnerved.

If Alastor really did all that to help him then maybe he SHOULD go back to the hotel just to keep an eye on Alastor's healing though maybe it's just a way to get closer because though Vox being Alastor's soul mate is life changing on his own, knowing and seeing Alastor after such a fight and touching his wounds really manages to draw Vox in. Like he wants to be with Alastor in the same bed and everything as he heals.

I wanna say Alastor will heal with no issue but imagine a case where he doesn't. Where the angel blades hold off his healing for just long enough to where Vox is actually worried over the other man.

This could be an interesting part to rebuild their connection. Seeing Alastor almost die while showing Hell that Vox BELONGS TO HIM really makes the TV demon flustered and more than he's ever been before. (Vox likes knowing Alastor is possessive enough to literally have a battle of his own with heaven. It makes him feel special and more than he ever has before)

I'd like to say this situation really convinces Vox but with their history he's worried about getting too close even though he wants to.

He's scared of falling in love with Alastor because what it its 'not the right time' again?

Vox is definitely an over thinker in this case, will sit through the healing process for Alastor but maybe he finds Alastor's words to be a fluke? Did he really mean it? Yeah he almost DIED but he couldn't possibly- he definitely means it.

They've had their history but Vox is a runner now and Alastor wants to chase him. After all, who could know him better than his old friend and whether Vox likes it or not no one would DARE (especially after the shocking announcement that they are soulmates) take Alastor's destined spot in his life.

I honestly love these ideas and I have many myself, keep em coming y'all!

- A

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello lovely! It's been absolutely ages, so thought I would drop by with a request 😜

If you felt so inclined, may I please have number 4 with Guero

🌻

Yeah babe, it's been years and years, lmao!

Of course, you can <3 More of a short than a drabble. This one kinda got away from me. I doubt you're going to mind, though!xx

Lil' bit of smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can tell as you watch him circle his neck and flex his shoulder blades exactly what's bothering him. Tension. Knotted muscles that are likely currently tightened so badly, he feels as if someone has zipped his trapezius together.

He turns and smiles, catching you look at him. "What's up, girl?"

"I could ask you the same question, but I know already." Walking out from behind the bar, you approach him, Guero turning in his seat as you arrive with him. "Slip your kutte off."

He raises an eyebrow. "You want me to undress for you, right here? Well, I ain't shy, mamacita, but we could take it someplace more private?"

He's so playful, and you love that about him, dropping your head for a moment and laughing softly. "Your back pain. Let me help you with that."

He begins to shrug his kutte from his shoulders. "And the taking you someplace more private?" Oh, that wink. He could topple entire empires with that fucking wink.

"Just let me work my magic. I'm good with my hands."

He snorts softly, his lips spreading into a full smile. “Good with your hands, huh? I think I wanna know more.” 

"See, the nice girl comes over and offers you a massage, and you gotta take it to another place, man. Rude, bro. Really rude," Bottles chirps, Guero turning to frown.

"And you're just envious that it ain't you her hands are gonna be on, now get back behind the bar, prospect." He then turns to you, gesturing to his back. "Please proceed."

Your fingers meet his shoulders, squeezing softly, working out towards his arms, moving to the centre of his back and pushing, the tension crackling beneath your fingers as you begin to knead. The moan that slips from his mouth arrows right to your crotch.

"Fuck me, that's good."

Fuck him? Oh, how you'd happily hop upon that man, given half the chance. "You carry a lot of tension in your upper back. It's common with guys who ride motorcycles. You should let me do this for you more often."

He leans back to look at you, a lascivious smirk in place. "I think that can be arranged, for you to have your hands all over me on the regular."

A few hours later and you have him back at your house, Guero lying naked beneath you after being treated to a full body rub down, his skin glinting with the sheen of massage oil you wet your hands with. Hands that are now focused on one particular part of his anatomy, sliding in a slippery, tandem grip upon his cock.

"Oh... my... fucking... god." His eyes close, a crease denting his forehead, deep moans of lust echoing his throat. "I ain't ever had a hand job like this before. Jesus, that feels too good."

His cock twitches in your grasp, his abs juddering, your smile widening as you watch him succumb to his completely blissed-out state, leaning to kiss the centre of his chest. "Told you I was good with my hands."

[lix-ables]

concept : car sex with hyunjin, it's drizzling outside, only for it to start pouring a little later, but you don't care. just a while back you were freezing, asking your boyfriend to turn on the car heat, only for him to have other plans. "why do you need that when im right here baby? am i not hot enough for you?" hyunjin smirks, his fingers tracing patterns to your bare arm, and before you know it, you're being pulled closer to his body, his hands finding your waist as he helps you straddle his lap. his hands grab your body, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt, exposing the skin just a little bit — you can count on hyunjin for always teasing you.

it's when you grind down on him, when he lets go of you, his hands to his side, more like gripping the car seat, eyes watching your eye move, curious as to what you're going to do next. a smile forms on your face when you see him let out a groan, just as you press down on his crotch — the very obvious and prominent boner that he now sports. "i didn't even do anything," you mumble, whining when his fingers rest back on you — more like the small of your back, as he helps you grind on him, his hips meeting yours occasionally. "you don't have to do anything, and i'd still be hard for you, babe," hyunjin whispers, his voice breathy, short almost, like you'd taken away all the oxygen in the car.

"wanna be inside you now," he continues, his fingers working nimbly on your jean button, trying to unsnap it, "but, i'm sure we're going to get caught." a small laugh leaves your parted lips, and you lean forward to kiss the boy under you, your fingers resting on his shoulder blades, your nails digging into the shirt material — oh, how badly you wanted to wear it when he was inside you, how badly you wanted to watch him have his eyes closed as he breathed you in, all of you.

"i don't think there's anyone around though, baby," you whine, getting needier by the minute, your hips obviously trying to show him just how needy you were by the situation. "plus, it's raining hyun. do you think anyone can see in? they're more interested in being at home."

"wanna take my time with you though," hyunjin mumbles against your lips, his fingers moving to slip under your shirt, his palms rubbing your skin, sending shivers all the way down to your core. "lets get home quick then," you kiss him once, twice, before moving back to your seat, your fingers still resting on hyunjin's. your cheeks pressed against the car seat, as you watch him curls his fingers on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. "say, you can do one thing," hyunjin whispers, turning his face to look at you, his eyes sparkling.

"come for me, make a mess on your pretty fingers hm? and i'll let you make a mess on mine later when we get home. what do you say, darling?"

×××

note. bro the way i manifested the rain rn, and it's pouring i will cry,, also this concept was MADE for this boi, fite me fr. we also love listening to dominic fike while writing this eep. @hwajin , you're welcome to suffer with me, yes?

[3xen]

xen, i saw that your requests are open so i don’t want to miss the chance! can i ask for an ace x reader? and if you need some background info, here: maybe this could be a sort of au where reader and the others manage to save ace (but they still nearly died) and now in the present they both are on the moby dick, maybe talking about how much they love each other and some angst about reader fearing to lose him again.

sorry if it’s too long, i just love him too much and to see him in your writings>>>> it’s up to you if you want to do it, thank you! have a great day. <3

lovers’ pledge; p. a the entirety of his heroic actions were honorable—but you refused to let him go so easily.

n. bro ale, i had such a similar concept in mind as to this one. u literally manifested this shit omg. anyway, hope you enjoyed this mess! <3

c. angst, established relationship, mention of shanks, ooc(?) angst w/o comfort(?)

the destruction inflicted on marineford undoubtedly required a crude amount of expenses. it was a hectic battle that consisted of diabolical and unmerciful acts.

each party suffered their own damages, inside and out. fortunately, the red-haired pirate; shanks, had stopped the warfare from any further destruction. you were convinced those hours of bloodshed would result in days of nonstop combat if continued.

suffice to say, such savage acts nearly risked ace’s life. he was at death’s door, confined against his will. two blades being the major points to put this scheme into play.

you were beyond troubled at those thoughts. the mere presence of ace was going to be cut off from all of life, as one.

you couldn’t even imagine having to bare the death of your boyfriend. you didn’t want to. tormenting yourself into living a world without ace, would be considered an immoral act.

as of now, you two relax near the deck of moby dick in a hospitable silence. the horizon touching delicately at the ground below. the mix of each color complimenting the sky wonderfully.

“im, so glad that i met you.” you perk up, interrupting the restful silence. your tone, oh so desperate. it felt like your final confession—that you truly wanted to get this through his insensible perspective.

his eyes averted from the horizon and directly into your eyes.“_____, please. im here, i can see you.” his voice asserts, presumably making an effort to relieve the unease in your heart.

you ignored his pleas and continued to mindlessly ramble. “and, i just.. don’t wanna be alone.” though your voice hadn’t embodied a physical form, it teared through his chest and at his heart. he acknowledged that you sorrowfully sought out reassurance from him.

“i see you.” a tremor of anguish surged through your body. “focus on me.” your eyes blink on cue, gaining a better image of him.

a deep sigh escapes your lips. “i was afraid.” a doleful frown settles on your face. his eyebrows rose and his bandaged hand cupped your cheek. all he could seem to see from your eyes was a longing fear; something that wouldn’t leave so easy.

“i know.” his gaze lowered to his feet. “im sorry.” he lifts his head, his expression reading of true resentment.

“i know you’re hurt.” his pupils frantically try to find a sense of discomfort in your eyes. he knows some things should be left unspoken—he won’t pry, but he knows that whatever happened, was traumatic in your eyes.

“you can’t leave me ace.” you plead. “i love you.” and as if it hasn't been said plenty of times before—his heart shatters. he blinks back tears, no doubt—feeling as lousy as you did.

“i love you too.” he answers back almost instantly. he definitely accepts the guilt and regret that comes with this proposal—it was the least he could do.

“i wanna be yours forever.” it was a dangerous proposition. but it didn’t matter to the both of you—it only pledged loyalty. something that would certainly never perish.

© 3xen