#i wouldve made the modern au one like.

[c4m-th3-gr34t]

inspired by a post from @jamandjazz

How Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston, and Steve Randle are affected by their parent issues.

ok so keep in mind i havent read the book since december (i dont have my own copy) so this might be a bit wrong. im using info from my mind, the movie, the musical, tiktok, and here.

Johnny Cade

so its canon that johnny wouldve ran away if it werent for the gang (starting off strong with dally-johnny parallels OUCH)

the abuse from his parents definitely gave him a fucked up sense on what it means to feel loved

which is why johnny gets along with dally so well, i'll get into that more in dally's part

he 100% thinks that the entire world hates him except for the gang

someone said that he is so sweet its sick, not true. the abuse definitely toughened him up enough that he will be mean to strangers

he canonically is somewhat responsible (going out to the store to buy supplies and giving ponyboy a note)

im saying that because im pretty sure pony says something like twobit and someone else in the gang would forget to buy something johnny remembered

johnny learned that from having to live out on the street sometimes when his parents fought or kicked him out for multiple days

he is the living definition of forgive but never forget

he just wants a home

i personally hc that the abuse started as johnny grew older, maybe when he was 6-8 years old

which is why johnny (especially in the musical) still cares about his parents

because he remembers that they WERE good people

and he hopes to bring them back eventually

Dallas Winston

oh this man...

ran away from his problems. thats canon

his mom died when she gave birth and thats why his dad is the alcoholic deadbeat abuser he is

the abuse from his parents gave him a fucked up sense on what it means to love

which is why he can talk to johnny so well because johnny is used to the type of love dally gives

he 100% hates the world except for the gang

the abuse toughened up both johnny and dally, the thing is dally grew up with it, johnny was raised with love at first

also dally's environment in ny, that place is rough in many areas

tulsa doesnt have that, at least not on the level of ny

he's rough with everyone because thats what he learned

Steve Randle

UGH THIS MAN BRO

screw u se hinton for giving us NOTHING abt him

anyways!!

the neglect sooo fucked him up

then his dad giving physical money for forgiveness?

hell nahhh

steve definitely felt like he cannot be loved without paying someone

like with real money

which made him feel unlovable because he's like broke as fuck

soda was the first person to show him what love actually is

his mom uhh eloped to wherever after steve's birth ig idfk

steve thinks everything in the world comes with a price, even an ounce of love

i literally cant think of shit for this man rn

All Three

accidentally trauma bonding

johnny mentioned something then both steve and dally said "same"

genuinely concerning from an outsider standpoint but really funny to them

if it was modern au darry or soda wouldve sent them to therapy

one time johnny got kicked out and went to the curtis house and found steve in the kitchen

j: "kicked out?"

s: "...yeah"

j: "same."

then dally walks in

d: "bottles got thrown at me in buck's place"

j: "ptsd?"

d: "no-" *remembers he's with two people who had it happen to them* "...yeah"

j and s- "its good."

johnny convinces them to do a cuddle blob thing (the gang's done them before)

darry wakes up and see them, doesnt comment but remembers for blackmail

[multifandombullshitbabes]

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thank you so much, I shall answer these prompts NEOW

21: Fics you wish you could find more of?

Oooohhh more fics involving Gwen, that's for sure. When she's written right she's one of the strongest, most relatable characters imo, 'cause all she wants is for the world to be right and just and kind and everything wants to prove her wrong, but she won't back down from her views. I would also adore more Elyan, just in general. And complete rewrites of the show 'cause the one I'm reading right now is so good I might do one as well. Also modern au's where they're all like secret badass spies or smth, 'cause those are so fucking cool (i am accepting fic recs for ALL of this, please feed me y'all)

24: Everyone knows that fandom doesn’t like uther but what are your feelings about gaius?

I think 1) we need more concrete info about how he was when he was younger, but 2) i think he is severely complicated and wanted what was best of merlin and morgana, but failed the two while also giving them a ton of love. With morgana, he just didnt want her to pursue her power lest she become uther's next victim, cuz gaius cares for the pendragon siblings like his own. With merlin, he was just trying his best with his overpowered nephew, who alos has a destiny regarding his people's genocide's son, and he just doesn't know what to do half the time, kinda like merlin. I didnt like how he lied to merlin n morgana, how he gaslit her and how he made merlin hide and become so anxious abt his magic (and we see what that looks like season 5), but i get it. I really get it. I dont know what i wouldve done if one wrong move could mean the death of two kids he considers his own. I bet he was scared all the time and hated himself for it.

27: Modern Merlin headcanons, if any?

OH BOY. OHHHH BOY. So many. It really depends on what au i have for modern merlin, but I'll give you a few generals:

he's a teacher of sorts; i like the idea that he's kinda collecting magical anomalies and teaching them how to understand their powers and being, since he knows what its like to be afraid of urself, so he's a personal magic teacher. I also rly like my magic elementary school au, since its merlin teaching magic to a bunch of kids, which is adorable

he has officially one cat, a black one called Midnight, that accidentally became immortal along the way and now hes severally attached. I say officially since hes also friends with any other animal that he might come across and they recognise him if he passes them again. disney princess fr

he's figured out his gender and he can turn into a woman if he wants; she looks exactly like merlin, same height, same weight n muscles, the hair is longer cuz merlin likes it that way and her voice is deep and gorgeous

his favourite weapon is a staff or any long distance fighting weapon of the sort; also he looks cool as fuck fighting with it, but thats just a bonus

I'll stop here but i have SO MANY MORE

30: Side character death that makes you the maddest?

Elyan. There was, quite literally, no need for it. I was gonna say Lancelot, since we did not get enough of him, but his death made sense for his character. Elyan? What the fuck was that? It was just for pain and nothing else. What did it add to the story if not just a sad funeral scene and thats it? It just felt like they wanted him gone n found a way, and that pisses me off. I feel like him saving gwen and living would've given such a complex situation when she turns evil, 'cause what if she "confides" more n more in her brother, creating a rift between arthur n elyan, which then creates a rift between arthur n the knights, which would just isolate him further n make him suffer, which is what morgana wanted!! we couldve had protective brother elyan! I think i just wanted more knights in general.

Thank you so much for this ask, I yapped a fuck ton but it was funn

[nigesakis]

you know how with some ships, changing their canon bond into a romantic one sorta dimnishes it?

thats why i like fitzier so much, cause it doesnt feel like that to me with them. if you watch the terror and interpret them as romantic or if you interpret them as friends doesnt really change anything about them.

i dont really know how to explain it with the right english words but the bond they formed through shared experiences, trauma and responsibility* wouldve gone the same way wether or not they fell in love.

yall remember that one post that used the "the love was there, it didnt change anything" on them? exactly like that

*and even though this was the fundamental thing that brought them together, it was also through seeing and understanding each others weaknesses and personalities. which is why i can so easily enjoy modern AUs etc because they come together in a way that's adaptable into any situation for me. by focusing on each their personalities and asking "what would it take for them to get closer in this or that situation? how would they react to it? how would they open up?", most terror fic writers are able to put them into anything, which ive honestly never seen before with AUs. so like Compliments to The Terror Fic Writers

also i think its good they were not openly/canonically romantic, because watching for the first time and knowing its romantic, on the other hand wouldve dimnished their bond. not inside the story, but to the viewer. the show focusing on their bond through the entire situation without labels made it possible to view them in so many ways.

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

hey hi hello

so

i mentioned to @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 (howdy fellow history nerd) that tattoos were really popular in the 1890s, as they were mostly used with indigenous peoples but they bled up to the royalty, and of course the rest of the world wanted to be just like them, and the electric tattoo gun was invented in 1891 so it wouldve made the process a lot less painful and we were like omg the newsies wouldve had tattoos!!!

so then we started comin up with hcs for what tattoos they would each get.

i feel like this is kind of like a more 'what tattoos would they have in a modern au' thing but like they couldve had tats in the actual time period

so far we have

jack

would get a matching one with each of his 'brothers' so a horse with crutchie to remind them of santa fe, a royal flush of cards for racer

i think he would want to do something for medda to show his appreciation for her so i came up with the comedy/tragedy masks yknow the like theater symbol

we were trying to come up with what he n davey would get, mack mentioned like dave gets a cowboy hat n jack gets a stack of books or smn? dunno give me suggestions

he would get a really pretty full sleeve of

something i havent decided yet

daveyyyy

davey seems like he would have a surprising amount of tattoos

like you look at him and you see this guy who has his collar buttoned all the way up and always wears long pants and never rolls up his sleeves but thats just to cover all the ink he has

he would get butterflies somewhere

mhm

not gonna elaborate

he would get a flock of birds, each one representing a member of his family

so like a jay for sarah, a sparrow for esther, a robin for mayer, and like a pidgeon or smn for les lmao

racer!!! racey race my boy the boy ever

i think he would get something big on his back, but he seems more of the type to have like flowers and nature things instead of like pop culture stuff

that being said he does have a colored in sonic tattoo on his leg dont get me wrong

ive seen these like

hold on lemme just get a pic its hard to explain

(not my photos lol got em off pinterest) like the classical art style and old paintings and statues seems like somethin racer would like

spink clocker

spot has wings. somwhere. whether its a big complicated pair all the way across his back and down the backs of his arms or if its just on his forearm i dont care. but he has wings somewhere.

no i do not take criticism.

he n race seem like that couple that'll get spontaneous random tattoos together

i also think he has a tattoo of a scorpion somewhere

not for any particular reason, maybe he thought it looked cool, maybe he had a pet scorpion as a kid

crutchie!!!

i literally have no clue what this man would get besides the palomino with jack hsvdjs

please send me ideas xx

send me asks with newsies you might want tattoo hcs for!! please!!! im so bored!!!!

[scalproie]

It's crazy just how good the animated movies are for Hanzo and Kuai to an extent (the extent being made since his modern take was only really in the 2nd movie while snow blind is more of an au but it is still really great)

Like they get that he's vengeful, he doesn't want to make peace he's here to avenge his entire being, but he still somewhat cared for the earthrealm group enough to not fight them, to tell him to hide and not die trying, and to even saving them all in Revenge.

And then in Battle of the Realms, UGH, so great. They know he lingers in the middle because he's not entirely altruistic, but he's good. He knows hes done awful things and would let Kuai finish him if it ultimately meant the saving of all realms. He is tired but unwilling to just lay down and croak.

And Kuai is like his usual self but with more spite towards Hanzo is so intense and interesting. It really makes him feel human.

Like sure the overall plots for both movies are a bit all over the place but SubScorp is so fucking good in both. Kinda like the actual game plots now that I think about it. Huh.

But god, the music, the voice acting, the way Hanzo is treated as a main character, hell THE main character in Revenge. I'm glad they actually did give him top billing cause hot take but Hanzo reaaally doesn't get as much screen time in games as much as people think. Extra skins and cover arts sure, but not a lot in game stories.

those movies are SO bad (I should know, Ive watched each more than 10 times) and Jeremy Adams is my mortal enemy but yeah as usual the ninja storyline is the most entertaining and compelling one.

The Shirai Ryu massacre in the first movie is literally the best part of it and then its all downhill from here and it makes you, the viewer, instantly sympathize with hanzo bc you want to root for this guy, hence making you buy him being a lot "nicer" and a LOT MORE reasonable than he usually is/should be this time around. Scorpion in Revenge IS OOC compared to his previous incarnations but its not necessarily a negative if the details of that aspect and incarnation of him are explored thouroughly, which they are not due to the lack of time and focus bc its a 1h20 minute long movie and lack of good writing and yknow, SUBTLETY, the mk:legends movies are corny as hell. Mandatory Dam "MK: Legends shouldve been an animated tv show à-la Invincible" Argument.

I do agree with you that in game, Scorpion does NOT get as much focus as people think he does, not a hot take at all in my book, but my own hot take is that hes also sidelined in Revenge, HIS OWN MOVIE, bc he has to share more than half his screentime with the entire tournament, like, introduction of liu kang, raiden, sonya, johnny, shang and the gang, the rules of the tournament... Quan chi gets focused on well enough as the antagonist, bc well, hes the main antagonist, but the third character thats CRUCIAL to his story, bi-han, the ACTUAL bi-han, is LAUGHINGLY underused. The actual bi-han has less than three lines. THE ACTUAL SCORPION AND SUB ZERO FIGHT BARELY LAST A MINUTE.

Also since I talked about quan chi. What the hell. His entire reason for doing All That to hanzo was so hanzo could be reborn as a wraith he could manipulate to infiltrate shang's island to get the key of shinnok back, AND HANZO DOESNT EVEN DO THAT, HE DOESNT EVEN DO HIS ONE JOB, and they NEVER show quan chi being upset about that??? What was the POINT OF ALL THAT THEN??? Quan chi goes to fucking... BRAG to hanzo's dying face, as hes chilling there impaled with bi-han, that he killed his family FOR NO REASON WHEN IT WOULDVE MADE SENSE THAT HE REVEALED EVERYTHING TO HANZO TO MAKE HIM MAD BC HES MAD HIMSELF THAT HANZO DIDNT BROUGHT HIM THE KEYKFJDURVF??? WHY.

One genuine interesting thing also is that Scorpion begins and finishes his entire story arc in a single movie, this being: happy life -> losing clan, wife and child to the lin kuei and sub zero -> dying -> coming back as a wraith for revenge and entering the mk tourney -> killing sub zero -> finding out quan chi orchestrated everything -> killing quan chi -> ??? unexplored area, and THAT is smth I wanna see, with his arc ended, scorpion really has the opportunity to mature as a character.

Which brings us to Battle Of The Realms and yeah, its interesting that scorpion (hanzo) and sub zero (completely) COMPLETETY switched personalities with each other. Surprise! Sub zero is ALSO OOC in legends: sub zero has always been the cool-headed voice of reason while scorpion is the impulsive one, here it's the opposite because scorpion has nothing else to do, nothing driving him other than a general goodness within him wanting him to not let the world get destroyed. Legends Scorpion is not and has never been in a grey morality area because every single one of his decisions have been good.

You fucking know I love the fire temple confrontation between scorpy and subz, how do you see that chin tilt and the way scorpion says "That's what makes you different... That's what makes you better." in THAT tone of voice and not go crazy. But if you think about it, Scorpion is PROJECTING LIKE CRAZY onto this lin kuei. The only thing kuai has done that couldve deserved this epiphany from hanzo was that he agreed to tag-team attack with him to stop the cyber lin kuei, and that was mere seconds ago, and then he tried to kill him. Again. If anything, Kuai is MORE revenge-driven in botr than Hanzo was in revenge. His clan is in shambles and his friends are getting turned into robots but no he see his brother's murderer and its on SIGHT, and we didnt even see him having a similar kill bill reaction as scorpion did in revenge when he saw bi-han. WE know Kuai is good because we have known the guy from his 30 years of history, but in mk:legends, hanzo took one hell of a gamble with this guy, which of course turned out to work in his favor. I also disagree that hanzo did awful things, the only thing that's adressed is the killing of bi-han and not only we know he has been tricked into doing it, but we 1) never saw kuai liang and bi-han interact at all to make us sympathize as to why kuai is so determined to avenge him and 2) we never fucking see anything of bi-han in the first place. Hanzo has virtually nothing to atone for and that he is willing to give his life to the guy whose brother he mistakenly murdered only if he promises to help save the world is yet another testament to how good he is compared to that same guy who tried to literally stab him in the back a few seconds earlier.

I WILL give botr one major W for being the only instance that gave us Kuai crying on screen, THIS was good, THIS is why the ninja storyline is the best thing out of these movies.

If you take the gay glasses off for a second, I'm pretty sure scorpion shoving sub zero out of the way when the temple of shinnok collapses is a call back to the original storyline of scorpion being sub zero's guardian, and its the only "save" between the two thats kinda. Just there because🏳️‍🌈. But still.

If you just ignore the rest, the Subscorp is so fucking quality in mk:legends. its genuinely one of its accidental saving point.

Btw dont let my rant fool you into thinking I hate those movies, I fucking love them so much. The timeline theyve built has incredible potential thats, as my favorite blue guy once said, wasted. And I love MY personal interpretations for them so much, but personal interpretations doesnt mean its actually textual, yknow? Long story short: those movies sucks so bad, I love them so much Im gonna rewatch them for the 20th time.

Have a subz

[heartelysia]

good kid, maad city

"just to say money tree is the perfect place for shade!" ; youre his stepdaughter, nothing more

cw ; stepcest/puesdo cest, brat taming, modern au, mentioned shui kong (knock me tf up pls), creep toji, perverted behaviour, age gap, mommy/daddy kink, implied semi public sex, breeding/creampie, choking, cheating, p in v, double penetration, implied smut

note ; WHEN I FUCKING POSTED THIS PRIVATELY AND HAD TO COPY EVERYTHING OVER PARAGRAPH BY PARAGRAPH 🤬🤬🤬🤬 me losing ny shit for the 5th time cuz data is expensive but wifi is dogshit SO NOTHING FUCKING SAVES WHEN I WANT IT TOO!!!! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 [m.list]

how fucking pathetic. he said it himself - romance was a scene made for everybody else but him - so how the hell did he find himself trapped in a one-sided marriage? toji knew he was never one to settle down, he jumped from women to women for money and all he had to do was give out medicore sex because nobody gave a shit since he was that attractive.

but when he met a hot as fuck woman who happened to be a filthy rich real estate agent, toji knew he had to pounce onto that opportunity. he did everything he could in his power to get her around his finger, from basic flirting and sex where he actually made an effort to him taking her out on semi-expensive dates with the money he made from previous hookups.

during one eventful evening after their date, the real estate agent mentions a child. toji instantly grimaces, he fucking hated anybody under the age of 14 but when he was shown a photo of his girlfriends kid - he was obsessed. he stayed for you the daughter his gorgeous now-wife had.

sure, his wife was hot and when she mentioned having a kid but he did not expect the kid to be a full blown adult who was fincially stable and fucking stunning. (made him wonder who was the hot stud that knocked your mother up.)

more days than not, toji would be hammering his fat cock into your sobbing mothers pussy, forcing her to take it from behind so he could finally imagine that it was his beautiful stepdaughter taking his cock. he would have to resort to calling his wife by her last name to not accidently have your name slip out. tojis sex drive has been at an all time high when he found out his daughter would have to move back in with him and his wife thanks due to your new workplaces location.

and boy did you pick up on tojis weird behaviour. the lingering touches when he hugged you for the first time? the creepy stares he shoots you as you helps his wife cook? the oddly intimiate comments he makes frequently? the way some of your undergarments would go missing for a period of time just to come back with the smell of frebreeze?

toji was a fucking creep.

a creep that you fucked - regularly. as your mother was the breadwinner of the household, all toji had to do was freeload off of her hardwork. that alone fueled the hatred you had for your sexy stepfather.

how long as it been since you hooked up with your stepfather? about 2 days before your mother broke the news and yet your entire body is still sore like it was the first day. maybe the aching pain wouldve been at the back of your mind if that perverted fuck didnt slap the underside of your already-red ass constantly.

"what the fuck?!", you hiss lowly, shooting a flustered glare at toji, placing your hand on your ass to soothe the pain as he grins ear to ear at your embarrassment. with your face nuzzled into his chest, you couldnt do much beside whine and shoot glares at the man whilst his hand wandered lower and lower.

he rakes his thick, calloused hand all over your body, like he was attempting to carve the image of you into his mind. you shudder in his grasp, softly whining under your breath as your cheeks slowly become flush. "quit it creep! m..mom can come back from work at anytime!"

"trust me princess, shes busy selling houses with the new intern... suguru was it? shes with him.", toji scoffs, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of his cheating wife. he quickly brushes the negative emotion aside before he looks back down at his daughter, gently patting your cheeks as his thumb grazed your slightly chapped lips. "fuck, i shouldve just went for you when i had the chance doll."

you scoff. "youre unbelievable.", a pathetic whine bubbles in your throat as tojis hand crawls down and cups your cunt.

"oh please sweetheart. you should start browsing porn sites in incognito. whats with the 'stepdad pounds his daughter' hm?", he speaks in a condensending tone, his thick fingers spreading your pussy lips open as his other hand comes up to forcefully part your glossy lips.

toji spits into your mouth, grinning evilly at the dumbfounded expression on your face as he pats your chin, signalling for you to swallow. "maybe daddy should get mr kong for you baby.", he slyly suggests whilst hooking his muscular arms underneath your plush thighs, pushing your back up againdt the wall as his pelvis made contact with your messy panties. "you would like that wouldnt you? sandwiched between me and mr kong.", toji sneers, a wicked grin growing on his lips at your widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

you shake your head furiously at the perverted but true accusatsaion. cheeks blossoming into a bright tomato red as your head runs around in circles with the idea of shui kong and your stepfather.

toji laughs. playfully tapping your ass before ripping a hole in your pajamas where your crotch was. your eyes bulged out of your head as you watched the fabric drop to the floor, your stepfathers cocky smirk growing. "panty-less?"

a shaky scoff makes it past your lips. "im staying home, i wasnt planning on going out perv."

your stepfather shrugs, pushing your back against the wall with one hand as he pulls his sweats down along with his boxers, his aching cock dripping with precum, his mushroom tip slapping his abdomen whilst it throbbed with need. you bite back a needy whine, you couldve swore you felt your cunt tremble and leak at the sight of tojis vein pulsating.

when the sunlight decides to beam through the open window of the living room, your eyes go wide as you whip your head to the window. you smack tojis arm, "toji! the curtains, just- just go to my room.", you huff, gazing at toji yet somehow that gaze always landed back onto his angry cock.

toji seemed to not care, a small disgruntled hum was his answer. you smack his arm again to express your worry, he just shoots you a small glare, "dont care, anyone can watch as i pound your pussy.", he growls, spitting onto your cunt as he rubs his saliva all over your lips. you hissed at him in embarrassment, digging your nails into his skin.

god please give him a punishment worse than death.

with your beloved mother out of the city for a long weekend at a friends wedding - toji seized the chance. you remember how damn disgruntled you were, a resting bitch face for the entire time you were with your friends after you recieved the news of her departure.

against your better judgement to rent a hotel for 3 days, you listened to your mothers pleads with an irritated sigh. thats most likely why you ended up in this predicatment.

with your eyes glued to your balled up hands in your lap, your stepfather across from you and having the waiter eyeing you up and down. every passing moment seemed to irk you more and more, occasionally looking up from your lap to take an awkward sip out of your overpriced drink toji paid for.

your hand wraps around the fancy glass body of your drink to angle the straw better between your glossy lips - a small habit that you constantly did, never going unnoticed by your stepfather. tojis casual small talk with the waiter never faltered, the same man constantly coming back and forth with random desserts ordered and a side of nonstop chatter.

you wouldve blanked out as per usual if it wasnt for tojis calloused hand tapping rhythmically on the back of yours, your brows furrow slightly at the action. your coloured irises meet his, lips threatening to tug into a frown at the sight of his sultry gaze whilst praising you to the waiter who seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

"shes a shy one.", his hearty chuckle makes your blood boil as the waiter merely laughs and places down the parfait before leaving. toji turns his attention back to your unmasked agitation as a smirk tugs at his thin lip, "whats wrong kiddo?", that fucking tone - the fucking cockiness of it was so damn irritating.

"what do you think huh?", you snap back in a hushed tone to avoid any unwanted attention. you dig your nails into your palm as your hands balled up into a fist, brows furrowing in disdain. "calling me your girlfriend? are you sick?"

"dont act like your any better babe.", toji dismissively waves you off, the smirk growing as he grabs the single spoon off the plate the desert was seated on before picking up a portion of the sickening sweet parfait and placing it in front of your frowning lip. "eat up brat. dont wanna tell mommy that her sweet daughter developed an eating disorder because of daddy."

you grimace at his words - toji refering to himself as daddy wouldve made you gag if your thighs didnt tense up. "youre disgusting", you spat venomously.

that seriously pissed him off, does he have any idea why? no.

"im fucking tired-", toji begins, his voice an octave lower than usual as he growls at you, squeezing the silicone bottle full of lube onto your sore ass, "- so goddamn fed up with this bratty attitude of yours.". there you felt his thick calloused fingers scoop up some lube and tease you puckered asshole, causing your entire body to jolt.

"f-fuuuck!", you squealed, whining and panting as you felt his finger penetrate your asshole. toji smirks and softly chuckles when he catches your flustered glare directed at him. "i fuck...ing hate ah- you.."

another pathetic yelp is ripped from your throat as you felt your ass ache with another one of tojis hard spanks. "thats no way to talk to your father.", he coldly says, landing another harsh spank onto your ass.

you shiver in his lap, whining like a child. "'m sorry- pl-please... please 'm sorry..", you hic, tears leaving marks on your cheeks as you bit your lip.

your mind was a mess, losing count of the amount of times your body physically pleaded and yearned for your stepfathers cock to penetrate you. "j...just fuck me al- already!", you weakly beg.

toji merely smirks at your pathetic whining, grinning widely when your body shudders and your head whips around at the feeling of silicone rubbing up against your weeping cunny. "i wont fuck you, maybe this'll do the job.", he lowly says, gathering nearby lube dribbling down the curve of you ass on the dildo. slowly, he pushes the fake cock into your trembling asshole.

you body shakes and drops down at the foreign invasion, the sound of your breathy gasps and choked sobs echo in the room as the black dildo - a splitting image of tojis aching cock - inches deeper into your asshole, carving itself against the walls of your trembling hole. the fake cock slammed against your prostate again and again, making you squirm in pleasure despite yourself and your proclaimed hatred for your stepfather. every time you tried to break free from his grasp or cry out in pain, he only held you tighter, determined to teach you a lesson about giving him any attitude.

toji groans loudly as he sees your sopping cunt leak with your juices, the pleasure coursing through his veins making him even more aroused. he grasps your hips firmly and began moving his hand faster, slamming into you harder with each stroke of the dildo. "thats it baby girl," he growled lowly into your ear, "take it all."

toji removed his bruising grip from the soft flesh of your hip, his hand now traveling southward to tease your sensitive bud between your legs, rubbing circles around it gently before dipping two fingers inside you and exploring your soaked cunt. you couldnt help but shudder under his touch as he played with your most intimate spot, whimpering quietly each time his calloused thumb grazed your sensitive clit.

without a hitch of your shortened breaths, toji flips you onto the mattress, the previous area of the sheets you were nipping on was soaked in salvia. an airy gasps passes your lip as you feel him pick your hips up till your thighs touch his pelvis. toji doesnt stop rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, sending electrifying shots of pleasure all over your body.

your back arches at the dildo bottoming out in your tight ass and tojis ministrations, your jaw goes slack as your thighs tensed up, your body expressing the overwhelming estacsy you were experiencing. at your pleasure, toji speeds up his actions, pumping the silicone dick into your aching asshole quicker than before. your eyes are blown wide as your hands fly down to wrap themselves around tojis thick wrist, "s-slow do- ngh?! -wn!"

your stepdad sneers wickedly, raking his eyes all over your face, smirking at the sight of your shocked expression with drool making its way down your neck. ignoring your pleas for mercy, toji continues pounding your ass vigorously with the dildo while simultaneously rubbing his rock-hard cock against your swollen opening, taunting you with its size compared to the toy stuffed inside you. "you could imagine this dildo stuffing you full is mr kong," he teased into your ear.

you weakly sobbed, salty tears dripping between your glossy lips. you were to fucking worked up to care, you just wanted - needed - toji to fill up your empty cunt. "please... please- give... give me your- ah! your cock!"

a broad grin spread across tojis face as he heard your desperate plea. without warning, he pushed the dildo deeper into you - reaching places you never knew it could - he kneels down behind you on the soft memory foam mattress, positioning himself at your dripping pussy. "as you wish brat," he muttered before pushing his thick cock into your tight ring of muscle.

there was pain mixed with pleasure as he slowly pushed himself inside you, stretching your little cunny wider and wider until he was fully seated within you. once his fat cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, he begins pumping his hips forcefully, slamming his throbbing cock in and out of your weeping cunt mercilessly.

he began hammering into you ruthlessly, using his strength to push deeper into your tender walls with each powerful stroke. every time he bottomed out inside your gummy walls, he would pause for a moment before pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in again, hitting those sweet spots inside you again and again until you were a sobbing mess that couldnt form coherent words.

toji smirked cruelly as he felt your braindead babbling escalate. he leaned down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way past your lips as he dominated your mouth. his hips picked up speed, hammering into you harder and faster as he ground his pelvis against your ass cheeks mercilessly, earning guttural grunts from his scarred lip.

groaning deeply, he grabbed hold of your hips and started moving faster, slamming into you relentlessly. each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both bodies while causing skin-on-skin slapping noises echoing throughout the small space. the scent of sweat and sex filled the air as tojis teeth nips down on your neck, receiving a strained yelp from between you choked sobs and moans.

the man lets out a few grunts, huffing as he pushes your head down into the sheets, his other hand smoothly thrusting the dildo into every crevice to make sure he grazes every inch of your asshole. "so pretty- ugh fuuuck.. so pretty for me-!", toji hisses between gritted teeth as he feels your dripping pussy tighten around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry.

"good girl," he growls, his voice deep and rough as he continues to thrust into you without mercy. each time he hits your cervix, a moan escapes your lips as you writhe beneath him. his grip on your hips tightens, and he begins to pinch and bite your sensitive flesh, leaving small marks on your skin.

with a devious smile, toji slaps your ass hard enough to sting before pulling out of you suddenly, only to slam back in again with renewed fervor. shrill moans and desperate sobs escape your lips as you grip the sheets hard enough for them to turn white.

toji growls in sick satisfaction as he hears your strained cries, his urge to cum growing stronger with each passing second. he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster with each thrust, determined to give you what you want - and more. he slaps your sore ass again, leaving a stinging sensation that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

"fuuuck!", toji growls, thrusting his hips further up into your warm cunt, relishing in your wet gummy walls taking on his exact shape. "ugh- gonna.. breed this pretty pussy and make you a m-mommy..!", he hisses, drilling his cock into you as his other hand works on slamming the fake silicone penis in and out of your ass.

the pain mixes with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of excitement coursing through your body. your walls begin to tighten around his cock, begging for release as you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. you look up at him pleadingly, silently asking for permission to cum.

you sob loudly against the sheets, your teeth grinding the thin sheet between them as the knot in your tummy grows unbearable. drool makes it down your chin at the duel pleasure whilst your back arches deeper at tojis fingertips pushing you down. "'m gonn- gonna cum!", you squeal out, streaks of pale red staining your cheek.

a thick chuckle echoes in your ears, "mommys gonna cum?". you nod furiously, drool making its way down your chin and onto the bitten sheets. your cheek rubs against the damp sheets, "mommys gonna get bred by me 'kay?", toji softly says, the shit eating grin on his lips growing each time you mumbled out incoherent sentences.

fuck. you really, really wanted to slap that smug look off his face, maybe when you werent getting fucked dumb on his fat cock and the identical silicone cock. more drool drips down onto the sheets as your thighs begin to tremble, "ah- go.. gonna cuhm-! s- si...", thoughtless babbles come out your lips alongside the aching knot in your lower tummy threatening to explode.

even with a sore clit that was hardly stimulated, your orgasm inched closer and closer from the raw ecstasy the duel pleasure both cocks brought you. with your climax nearing, you began to grow restless, your desperate moans and pleads fill the air alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin. hearing you cry out in ecstasy drove him even wilder, pushing him over the edge.

ending with a guttural growl, he pumps your gummy insides with thick splurts of his hot cum, filling you up to the brim till you swore your stomach bulged. his thrusts became harder, faster as he was determined unloaded everything he had in his fat, heavy balls.

sighing, toji slowly pulls his creamy cock out of you tight hole, pulling out the silicone dildo out of you ass at the same time. he takes a moment to catch his breath before staring down at you, admiring the mess you both made. looking down at your cum-filled, swollen pussy and asshole, he smiled proudly at the sight of his semen coating your insides. "perfect," he murmured softly into your ear before leaning in for another deep kiss.

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

my beloved OCs are creeps in every universe. in pgr they're commanding officer x subordinate with an age gap of several decades and start dating after a vaguely dub-con kiss. in my modern au they're barista x university professor with an age gap of at least ten years and they're gonna start dating because one of them won't take no for an answer. if i ever write a fantasy au for them, it's going to be something even more problematic. somehow. somehow i'll make them even worse.

[bobathots]

smokescreen

i wrote the first draft of this in a lust-fueled haze in less than 24 hours a few weeks ago and then i watched a movie where tem was just absolutely off the rails h word and my brain went “haha smoking kink go brrrrr again” so literally this is just an excuse for boba to smoke. @jon favreau give him a cigarette u coward mob boss! boba/female reader. smut 18+  ~10k tags: pwp, smoking, oral sex, shotgunning, at one point u give boba a blowjob while he smokes also on ao3

He wasn’t expecting anyone — or at least, he wasn’t expecting you , that much was clear from his body language. You weren’t even sure it was him until you got close enough to see the dim streetlamp cast a familiar shadow across his face, until you could make out his staple leather jacket wrapped around his form. The tip of his cigarette stood out cherry-red in the evening light, hanging loosely between his index and middle finger.  He tensed and turned his head as you approached.

“Boba!” You kept your voice light and even; you didn’t know how to talk to the man at work, much less in a situation like this. You hadn’t exactly expected to come across him in the middle of the night, in a dark alley situated neighborhoods away from where you both worked. But, then again, it wasn’t as if this was part of your normal schedule.

He dipped his head toward you in greeting, then brought his hand up to his face to take a drag from his cigarette. Your gaze remained transfixed on the motion, how he rested his index finger on his tip lip while his hand remained splayed, as if he was trying to hide the action. You spoke before you could think, the words tumbling out of your mouth, “I didn’t know you smoked.”

His inhale sounded like a sigh. Dropping his hand back to his side, he courteously turned his head away from you and exhaled billows of ash-grey smoke from his mouth. “Meant to keep it that way, too.” Oh. You winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

He shook his head as if to waive away your concerns. “Don’t. I’m the one smoking outside in public.”

“At midnight,” you added, knowing that he probably chose this time and place specifically for privacy. Privacy that you were now infringing upon.

“...At midnight,” he echoed, the beginnings of a wry smirk on his lips.

The conversation died out there, but you remained standing next to him, casting your gaze out onto the buildings. Distantly, you could make out drunken conversations from the surrounding busy streets so filled with nightlife, mixed with the occasional prickle of Boba puffing his cigarette. A cool breeze swept through the leaves and across your skin, causing goosebumps to pimple out in response. You hugged yourself tightly, palms wrapped around your bare arms, as if you could chase away the evening chill.

“Speaking of midnight —” You glanced back at Boba; he pinched the end of his cigarette between thumb and forefinger and dropped it to the ground, crushing it underfoot with his heel, “— you shouldn’t be out alone this late.”

“It’s not so bad in this part of town.” It felt weird having your boss express concern for you, as subtle as it was, even if it was in his nature to take care of his own , as he put it. You figured you were more like a blimp on his radar; it wasn’t like you were a crucial employee. You hardly ever needed to interact with him at work. “The streets are always lit,” you continued, “and always crowded.”

“Right. Which is why you decided to go down a dark alley in the middle of the night.”

Heat rose to your face. “Because I thought I saw you!”

He let out a sound which might have been a chuckle — god, it was so hard to tell with him — and he pushed off the building he had been leaning against. “Let me walk you home, then. An apology for causing you to make a stupid decision.”

You can’t tell if he’s being mean on purpose, but regardless, you didn’t want to impose on him. “Boba, it’s okay, there’s no —”

“Start walking,” he ordered. His voice was stern, commanding; the tone he took when giving instructions at work, and that meant there was no room for argument, no wiggle room to barter or bargain. The words yes, sir sat on your tongue, burgeoning with desire, but you swallowed them down back to the pit of your stomach where they belonged.

Another breeze blew in. You shivered, both from the temperature and from Boba’s intense presence, but finally nodded in acquiescence. “It’s not far,” you assured him, turning to walk back the way you came. “Maybe like five minutes or so.” Then, something heavy and warm draped itself over  your shoulders and you paused, turning back once more to look at Boba.

A now jacket-less Boba.

“I...oh. Um. Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.” He kept walking the direction you set out, leaving you to play catch-up. You took a moment to slide your arms through the sleeves, and it thrilled you to find out just how much extra fabric hung past your hands. Even bunching it up at the wrists caused it to slide down from how loose the jacket sat on your body, so you simply clutched the hems in your palms to keep the fabric from slipping over your fingertips. The rest of it draped over you, his frame much larger than yours, and you felt weirdly protected in his jacket. It smelled like leather and faintly of cigarette smoke, but most importantly it smelled like him, a scent you had no other words for. It was the same smell that lingered in his office long after he’d left, something masculine and oddly comforting. Wearing your boss’ jacket was like being wrapped in a second-hand hug, and you were ashamed to admit how much you liked the idea.

You had to do a little jog to catch up to Boba. Maybe it was the night air, or maybe it was the fact that you had genuine one-on-one time with the man you’d been admiring for so long, but you were suddenly emboldened to nose into his personal life. “So...am I allowed to ask why you don’t smoke with the others?” The “others” you referred to were a sizable group of Boba’s underlings that you often noticed smoking together by the backdoor. 

“Not a social smoker.”

You wouldn’t call Boba a social anything , to be honest. “Okay, so why not in your office? I mean, you spend a lot of time alone there anyway.” You would have remembered if he kept an ashtray or a pack of cigarettes anywhere visible, and his office never smelled like smoke.

Silence stretched out between you. You thought maybe he was done with your invasive line of questioning — after all, this was the first “real” conversation you had had with him that didn’t involve work-related topics — but he spoke up after an elongated pause.

“It’s a nasty habit I can’t kick. I try not to indulge if I can help it.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Boba almost sounded embarrassed at having a vice. “My turn to ask a question.”

“Hm?”

“There a reason you’re leading me through back alleys instead of taking the main streets?” He cast a sidelong glance at you, and even with the glint from the streetlamps you couldn’t place whatever subtle emotion danced in his gaze.

“Oh, uhm. It’s just a faster shortcut,” you said, hesitating despite your honesty. “I...normally don’t feel safe enough to do this at night, but…” The implied since you’re here hung heavy in the air between you. You drew his jacket tighter around your body, relishing in the shield it provided against the chilly evening air.

Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Boba lapsed into silence beside you. You lead him around a corner and stopped at the base of a sloping hill, turning to face him. “Um, the house I’m renting is just up the road from here,” you started, nerves sitting at the base of your chest. The thought of Boba — your boss , who you were crushing on hard — knowing where you lived? It was almost too much to bear, because you were certain you’d do something stupid like invite him in for a drink, which would naturally lead to you into shamelessly begging him to do unspeakable things to you. You couldn’t. 

Instead, you shrugged off his jacket, internally mourning the loss of warmth and security it radiated. “Thanks again. And thanks for walking me home.”

Boba acknowledged you with a slight dip of his head as he pulled his jacket back around his own shoulders. You gave him what you hoped was a natural and normal smile that didn’t let your nervousness show, and turned to walk up the long sidewalk that led to your ramshackle house.

His gaze burned on your back the entire time, only letting up when you unlocked the door and stepped inside the safety of your home.

The second time had to have been a coincidence, an alignment of your schedules, because you found him at the exact same spot at the exact same time a week later. The only difference was that this time, he was grinding out a cigarette and raising a zippo to light another in the same moment.

You never took him for a chainsmoker.

“Boba —”

“What did I say about walking alone at night?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, necessarily, but neither was it condescending or patronizing. It was almost concerned, if you could call it that.

“I only have the same excuses as last time,” you admitted. He made that noise again, the little huff you’d taken to mean he’s amused, and your chest did a funny little skip in response.

“Means I’m responsible for walking you home again, then.”

“I - no! Not if it’s some sort of imposition. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’m sure of that, kid. But,” he paused to inhale, and deeply: his chest visibly expanded to fill out whatever room was left in his leather jacket, and he held it there for a beat, savoring the burn, before he breathed out in one fell swoop. “I’d like to see you safe with my own eyes.”

The white smoke obscured his gaze for just that moment, and all you could see was the bright burning end of his cigarette like a wine stain on a white tablecloth, like a gunshot wound through a white shirt.

You swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah, okay. Thanks, Boba.”

Something like gratitude settled over your shoulders, but there was also something else there, something you didn’t know how to describe. It meant enough to your lovesick heart to know that he cared , at least in some capacity, about your well-being. Enough to walk you home twice .

Even when Boba looked away, gaze on some distant point down the alley, you couldn’t keep your eyes from him. He looked so good , so imposing at all times, and the cigarette only helped add to his appeal. He was every bit like an intimidating mob boss, like he might decide to put his cigarette out on some thug’s eye for mouthing off — and you were only a little ashamed to say that the mental picture made you want to squirm.

At the same time, you could tell there was a different edge to him tonight. Something more coiled and tense, like he had a bundle of energy he needed to burn off and burning a cigarette was the closest he could come.

If he had been savoring it that first night, he was flat out devouring it now. It was aggressive, in a way; how he’d barely let his lungs take in a full breath of oxygen before he filled them with nicotine and tar again.

“You smoke?”

His voice startled you from your thoughts, bringing you clear back to the current moment. “N-no. Why?”

“You keep staring. Made me wonder if you wanted a puff.” He had caught you red-handed in your shameless oogling, and you supposed you should’ve felt embarrassed, but you were too enraptured with the way he spoke with his cigarette hanging from his lips, how the smoke leaked out in little wisps with every word. Deftly, he thumbed the filter to flick ash from the butt and immediately brought it back to his lips again. Your eyes followed every movement. “But it’s a good thing. Don’t start.”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” you said, which was the truth — the truth that existed before you knew Boba was a smoker, anyway. It wasn’t like you had a craving to smoke for smoking’s sake. Instead, you wanted to taste from the same filter that sat in Boba’s mouth, imagining it stained with the imprint of his lips; you wanted to inhale the same smoke that he exhaled and pretend that you were sharing breaths like lovers, or fuckbuddies; you wanted to kiss him and taste the nicotine on his tongue —

— but he was your boss, and a good deal older than you, and he’d never be interested in the first place. Instead, you had resigned yourself to watching him in the act with the hopes that you didn’t give off creepy vibes and that he’d fire you. It’d be best if you could turn your mind away from more unsavory thoughts, you decided. You would rather be a friend to him than someone he cast aside. You figured his stress came from the current negotiations between him and a potential business partner, but said partner was well-established in this area and, to the best of your knowledge, kept raising their “prices.” You didn’t know much about it because it simply wasn’t your job to know, but word did get around. “Are the talks not going well?”

He let out a derisive snort. “Hardly.” He exhaled and smoke escaped through his nostrils, giving him the momentary impression of a dragon. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“It’s just…” You paused to search for the right words. “You seem very stressed. I thought it might be because of that.”

Boba grunted in response. He held his little nub of a cigarette between forefinger and thumb as the smoldering end continued to eat away at the filter. For a moment, it seemed like he was honestly considering trying to finish it off, but then he breathed out a quiet sigh and tossed the butt to the ground. 

“....So it’s a stress thing, then, huh? The reason you smoke?”

Boba crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his full weight against the building behind him. “Supposed to be,” he answered. “But then I got addicted.”

“You picked up smoking to cope with stress?” You couldn’t keep the incredulity out of your voice if you tried. Your response to stress was just to cry, something arguably way healthier than what Boba was currently doing.

He breathed in deep, then out, and caught the tail-end of a worrisome cough as he exhaled. “Stress used to make me angry,” he explained, taking a moment to clear his throat. “When I was younger, I picked a lot of unnecessary fights, broke a lot of bones.”

“Yours?”

“And others’.” You didn’t miss the uneven slant of his mouth, the slight grin he wore at the admission, as if he was proud . “But it was a dangerous outlet, so I found something else.”

“Like smoking is any less dangerous,” you pointed out.

“A cigarette kills slower than a bullet, kid. And besides, you’re...what, half my age? Maybe more?” He lifted himself off the building and beckoned you to follow him with a jerk of his head. “I’ve been smoking longer than you’ve been alive. There weren’t many other options beside violence or drugs when I was younger.” “Oh. I’m...I’m sorry,” you said lamely, not really knowing how else to respond. “Don’t be.”

He was leading you home, you realized with a start, both amazed and terrified that he remembered the route you showed him exactly once. As you walked, you stayed close to his side; the evening was no less chilly, and even though you were wearing a thin windbreaker of your own, you were still cold. Boba radiated body heat, and you tried to soak up some of his without being in direct contact with him.

“You don’t look stressed,” you offered after a minute of companionable silence. 

He turned to look at you fully, an obvious cue to continue, but his unwavering attention made you nervous, and you started to blabber. “I-I mean, like… just in case you were worried that you were projecting the wrong image. Whenever I see you on base I just think you look so cool and intimidating, so even if these talks are stressing you out, it doesn’t show, and you still look as powerful and scary as ever, and so —”

“Thanks.” His voice made you shut up instantly , though there was no harshness or anger behind his tone. You were glad that he stopped your rambling; you were certain that if you had continued, you would’ve said something you couldn’t come back from.

You stopped at the same place last time, at the base of the hill, and turned to Boba with a slight smile. “Well, thanks again —”

“No, kid.” His hand fell to the small of your back, so big and solid and warm , and for a moment your brain short circuited as you tried to process the contact. “I said I wanted to see you safe with my own eyes. I’ll walk you to your door.”

“Uhh, y-yeah, okay. Yeah. Good. Sounds good to me.” To your surprise, as you started walking again, Boba’s hand remained a constant on your back. Were he any closer, you could pretend he had his arm slung around your waist as if he were a lover, or your boyfriend, your partner — but, desperately, you attempted to put a stop to those thoughts. They were all fantasies, anyway, unreachable things that you were never meant to hope for.

You stopped in front of your house steps. They were shoddy and showed more tear than wear, and the building clearly needed some love and care. It was, however, home , for the foreseeable future.

“Um, this is me,” you said awkwardly. Boba’s hand finally fell from your back, unfortunately not stopping anywhere on the way down, and he glanced up to take in the state of the building. You couldn’t tell if he was impressed or not — his expression was virtually unreadable — and you didn’t want to imagine what he was thinking, or what information he could extrapolate about you based on your residence. “I wanted to say thanks for walking me home. Again.”

“You shouldn’t be walking alone in the first place,” he said in lieu of acceptance, his brows furrowing ever-so-slightly.

“I know, I know, just —” You shuffled awkwardly, half-wanting him to leave, half-wanting to invite him to stay. “Thanks.” You hoped it was obvious that you weren’t just thanking him for seeing you home, but for sharing pieces of himself with you, for allowing you to see the bits of himself he never showed at work.

For a moment, his eyes seemed to look you over, top-to-bottom. He dipped his chin slightly in response. “Get some rest, kid.”

And then he was gone, the phantom touch of his hand hot and heavy on your back.

You formed a ritual together after that.

You’d meet him at the same place every week, always around midnight, and he’d smoke while you had an easy conversation. He smoked depending on his mood: sometimes, it was just one cigarette, enjoyed slowly, the stick held between his fingers more often than his mouth. Other times, he’d smoke multiple in quick succession, never more than three, but always with a sense of quiet urgency, like he wanted to finish them as fast as possible. He’d usually smoke them down to nothing, too, leaving barely anything left to count as litter.

Consequently, you grew closer to him than your schedule at work would ever have allowed. Some nights, the conversation would stick to work or work-adjacent topics. Other nights, you’d talk about more personal things, like when Boba revealed how his father died and you stepped in to overshare about your own sob-story childhood — but no matter the topic, there was a general acknowledgement that your relationship had Shifted, with a capital s . The dynamic between you two was no longer strictly boss and employee, but neither was it just a friendship. It was something precarious, dangling over the edge, desperate for something to disrupt it.

And you were desperate to keep it there. Sure, Boba had gotten a little more physical with you in the sense that he always had a hand or an arm touching you as he took you home, and maybe he gave you his jacket more often than not these chilly evenings, but otherwise he was still...Boba. Still kind of hard to read, still a little emotionally closed off, and most definitely not into you. It sucked, but you had learned to be content with the crumbs you got, and it came with the added bonus of having a secret together that no one else at work knew about. It wasn’t scandalous, or taboo, but it definitely felt a little gratifying knowing that you got to see a side of the boss that most everyone else wouldn’t know existed.

Your weekly meeting was a ritual. A sacred thing.

Until it wasn’t.

One night, Boba simply wasn’t there .

His silhouette was missing . There was no figure leaning against the building, there was no cherry-red glow of cigarette embers, there was no one.

You checked your phone: just a little past midnight. Was he sick? Or busy? He had your number for work-related reasons, so surely he would have texted you if —

But why would he? It wasn’t like this was anything serious , right? It wasn’t a meeting he needed to cancel, or a failed date you could excuse your way out of. This was just… a thing . A repeated thing with a date and a time and a place, sure, but…

Nonetheless, you found yourself drawn to your phone, the screen casting a soft blue glow across your face as you waited for a notification to pop up over your messaging app. You wouldn’t call yourself a romantic, but surely expecting a courtesy message wasn’t beyond whatever little ritual you had going on, right? At least, as your employer, he could treat it like —

A hand grabbed your shoulder. On reflex, you twisted around and flailed your arm wildly, hoping to hit whatever would-be assailant in a place that would hurt.

He caught the fist you carelessly slung in one broad hand, his fingers wrapped around your wrist tight to hold it in place.

“ Boba! ” you gasped, both relieved and irritated at the same time. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

  He let your hand slide from his grasp, and if you were in the right mind to pay attention, you would have noticed how he purposefully let his fingertips ghost longer on your skin, how they ran from your wrist to fingers instead of dropping away outright. “Don’t stand oblivious in an alley. At least keep moving if you’re alone.”

You slid your phone back into your front pocket. “I was waiting for you . I didn’t think you were coming.”

At that, he raised an eyebrow ever-so-slightly. “Wasn’t aware I could be late.”

And, well — he was right. This was his thing, after all, his late-night smoke break that he just happened to be so kind as to let you participate as a spectator. Of course he could change his mind, of course he wouldn’t think to let you know. It was your fault for getting attached and thinking it was something more —

“You should stop walking alone so late at night.” Boba was close , you realized. The brief panic earlier had drawn you two together and you hadn’t parted very far, your chests merely inches from each other. It was closer than you had ever been to him before, at least face-to-face, and as a consequence he spoke quieter, his voice coming out as more of a husky rumble than an actual vocalization.

“I’ll stop when you stop smoking,” you countered, your mind too focused on your proximity to Boba to filter your words properly. You were worried he might pick up the true meaning, that it was the act of Boba smoking that lured you to him each week, but instead he huffed out a chuckle.

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

Princess . That was... oh . It sounded like a proper pet name, and the realization made a rush of heat go to your face.

“P-princess?” you finally squeaked out. “Really?”

“You’re spoiled often enough,” Boba said plainly, though the hint of a grin pulling at his lips made you realize he was teasing you.

Something overwhelmingly warm and pleasant tugged at your heart, replacing practically every negative feeling you’d experienced in the past ten minutes. “I’m spoiled, huh? How am I spoiled?”

“You usually get what you want.”

You hummed at that, trying to think of something he might be referencing. He didn’t interact with you much at work, and typically it was usually the opposite in your experience. “I don’t think so,” you finally said, drawing up blanks.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Oh.

Oh.

You hadn’t considered that maybe he kept up with the ritual for your sake. Maybe he didn’t smoke at the same time and at the same place on a weekly basis, but instead decided to show up because you expected him there. Because that made sense.

Guilt ate at your heart, replaced quickly by a sense of affection.

It meant he enjoyed your talks, then, right? That he at least enjoyed your company? You couldn’t think of anyone he might just hang out with other than Fennec, and even then, you couldn’t picture him going through the trouble of all of this just to talk with her.

“Boba…” Tentatively, you reached out and placed your palms against his chest, looking up at him. He smelled like leather and smoke and himself , and you were so close that if you wanted, you could… you could….

Thunder crackled sharply overhead, and you jumped back in pure surprise. Boba’s hands came to settle around your elbows, keeping you from fully peeling away.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed. Ozone filled your nose — the threat of rain.

“Didn’t think it was supposed to storm tonight,” Boba admitted, and the change in weather made disappointment surge through your veins. You doubted he was the type to enjoy smoking while soaking wet, meaning you’d likely have to call it quits for tonight.

Unless…

“You could…” Oh, god. You already knew that the offer would be a mistake, but you swallowed down the nervous lump in your throat. “You could smoke. In my house. If you wanna.”

He regarded you quietly. “If I want, huh?”

“I-if you want,” you repeated. “But would a ‘please’ help influence your decision?”

“No.” And oh, that made your heart drop in your chest — but then he curled a finger under your chin and applied enough pressure to keep you gazing up at him. “But I want to hear one anyway.”

You couldn’t look away if you wanted to. There was something in his eyes that had you absolutely mesmerized , something burning like the smoldering end of a cigarette. God , you wanted to fucking kiss him. “Will you please come to my house?”

His lips curled into a small, self-satisfied smirk that bordered on a grin. The way he allowed you to see a flash of teeth seemed almost predatory , and it made you want to run away, or run toward him. “I’m not in the mood to get soaked,” he finally said. “Let’s go.”

You thought he would pull away from you entirely, leave you wanting and waiting,  but instead his arm curled itself around your waist to pull you against the warmth of his side. The gesture was so obviously possessive that it made your heart swoon . You tentatively leaned into him, a hand braced on his chest, but he took your weight easily, as if it were nothing.

The walk to your house was usually a quick affair, a five minute walk at most . Yet, now it felt like you were getting there at a snail’s pace, your body and brain hyperaware of your surroundings, dragging the walk out into one long punishment. Boba’s hand had slipped underneath the hem of your shirt to touch bare skin and it burned with promise. His body was so warm, and so solid, and he smelled so good that you just wanted to bury your face in his chest and just breathe. 

To anyone else, you would’ve looked like a typical drunk couple enjoying the evening together. You were invisible, and that knowledge made you almost giddy . He was no longer your boss and you weren’t his employee. The circumstances of your relationship didn’t matter, and for a moment you could pretend that you two were just —

Well, that you two were something together. Something with a future.

Too held up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the pebble in your path, and you caught your foot on it and stumbled. Boba’s arms wrapped around you before you could pitch forward and he dragged you up to hold you against his chest, one strong arm braced around your middle. “Easy.”

His lips were right by your ear, so close that his voice had come out as barely more than a low rumble. You instinctively tensed in his arms, one hand resting atop his own, and turned your head back to look at him.

Christ , you were impossibly close. The angle meant that there were scant few inches separating you from him, and that a small adjustment would be enough to allow your lips to brush his, to allow you to have a taste of him that you’ve craved these past few months —

Thunder boomed overhead and you startled in his arms, enough so that you jerked away from him. You gave a nervous laugh moreso to assure him that nothing was actually wrong than anything else. The first few fat drops of rain splattered your skin, shockingly cold, and you both looked up at the sky in unison.

“We’d better hurry,” you suggested, knowing how easily torrential rain began in storms like these.

You reached for his hand this time, settling your small hand in the palm of his own, but it was Boba that pulled you along to your house with a renewed sense of urgency as rain began to darken the concrete in small splotches. The clouds threatened to open up and drench you both, but there was something a little more primal in the way he handled you, like it wasn’t just the rain on his mind.

By the time you reached the steps leading up to your door, he was practically manhandling you up them, and instead of allowing you to stop and fish your keys from your pockets, he kept himself in your space, crowding into you, forcing you back against your door. He braced an arm over your head, the other settling on your hip, and when he pressed his knee between your thighs you parted your legs willingly for him.

Boba stared at you. Water droplets dusted the shoulders of his leather jacket, shining dimly in your porch light. The same light reflected warmly in his brown eyes, eyes normally so hard and closed off, but soft for you , like he was sharing a secret, like he was barring some hidden part of himself just for you. Only you.

His thumb skimmed your bare skin where your shirt had ridden up, drawing slow and smooth circles that didn’t match the intensity of his gaze or the way your heart pounded in your chest. When he swallowed, you watched how his adam’s apple bobbed and longed to put your mouth there, to feel the motion against your lips.

“You gonna invite me inside?”

You wanted to hit him. You wanted to give him a snarky reply for all but forcing you up your stairs, or call him something that involved the words cheeky and asshole — but his breath kept ghosting tantalizingly across your lips and his damned smirk was so attractive and you felt like you had been waiting for this for literal years, desire and want and longing all bound up fit to bursting in your chest. “Only if you kiss me,” you challenged breathlessly.

Boba surged forward, hands sliding to cup your face between his broad and calloused palms, and he kissed you with more teeth than lips, something ferocious and desperate . His knee slotted itself higher between your thighs, purposefully rubbing against your center, and you moaned into his mouth, clutching desperately at his wrists. Against the awning, the spattering of rain turned quickly into a flood and for a moment you couldn’t differentiate between it and the blood rushing in your ears.

You never thought you’d find the taste of cigarettes appealing, but you did — at least, you liked them combined with whatever it was Boba tasted like. Maybe it was your attraction to him warping your senses but you couldn’t get enough. You licked into his mouth, sucked lightly on his tongue, teased his lip with your teeth — literally anything  to keep him pressed against you.

His hands left your face which made the chilly air feel all the more cold against your cheeks. Instead, they ran down the length of your torso, mapping out the curves and planes of your body. You arched willingly into his hands as they reached around to your backside, sliding into the pockets of your jeans —

— only to be met with disappointment when you heard the jangle of your keys as he pulled them from your pocket. “Could’ve —  asked ,” you managed between breathless kisses. Boba hummed into your mouth as he reached for the doorknob to your side. Reluctantly, he pulled away just long enough to slot the key correctly into the lock, and you busied yourself with tasting the expanse of skin on his throat that the new angle provided.

One hand still remained cupping your ass, and you squeaked when he suddenly grabbed a handful and squeezed. As he turned the doorhandle, he used his hand to pull your weight forward against him so that you wouldn’t fall backward into your house, which had the added advantage of pressing your chest to his.

“C’mon,” he murmured lowly, playfully swatting your ass. “Inside.”

You barely registered the sound of your keys hitting your tiled floor as he ushered you indoors, because the moment you both were safely inside you fell on him again, lip-to-lip, hands trying to work off his leather jacket. He took the hint and shed it quickly, letting it fall to the floor, and immediately he urged off your own shirt, breaking away from you long enough to pull the fabric up over your head.

His hands felt so big against your body like they were everywhere, his rough palms a stark contrast against your smooth skin. He thumbed just under your breastband, one hand settled on your back to keep your pelvis pressed to him as his other hand groped your chest over your bra, rough and demanding, and you whined into his mouth. The pleasure threatened to sweep your thoughts away, to turn you mindless and dumb and completely receptive to his whims. You turned your head away from his lips, trying to find the words to speak as he continued to grab handfuls of your flesh. “Boba —” you started, cutting off abruptly with a whine as he teethed at the delicate skin of your neck, each nibble a promise of a later bruise. “W-wait, Boba, I thought you came here to smoke?”

In an instant, his hands fell to his sides, leaving you completely untouched. If you weren’t keyed up and desperate, you might’ve appreciated the gesture, but now it just left you feeling frustrated and unfulfilled. He looked down at you in concern, brows slightly furrowed, but all you could focus on were his lips . They were slick with saliva, kiss-swollen, and you felt a twinge of regret that you had pulled away at all.

“....Do you not want —”

“No! No, I do, I just thought that maybe, y’know…” You gave him a sheepish grin, aware of how hot your face felt.  “I thought that maybe you could...do both?”

Concern gave way to slight confusion, then he chuckled in amusement. “I should have guessed.” Boba reached back into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes and carefully shook one free. “You have a thing for smoking, huh?”

“No!” It was a gut-response to deny; smoking was gross . It was yucky . It did awful things to people’s bodies and it stained clothes and fingers and yet — “Or at least, I didn’t,” you amended, voice softening. “Not until I saw you that night.”

He paused, lighter halfway to his mouth. The cigarette dangled attractively from his lips. “You should have better taste.”

You choked on nothing. “Wh — you should have better stress relievers!” “Are you offering?”

That made you stop, heat rising to your face at the implication. Sure, you wanted him — but the thought of being his little toy , someone he came to when he needed a quick fuck to ease his frustrations — you liked the thought of it a little too much. Boba was smirking at you, but he seemed to understand to leave well enough alone, at least for now.

There was a flash of light, steel hitting flint, and then the familiar smell of smoke filled the air, more potent in your tiny house. He motioned his head toward your couch as he breathed out a mouthful of smoke. “Go sit.”

The command was almost unneeded; Boba practically steered you there himself, hot on your heels, his hand right back on your lower back like it belonged there. You settled yourself on the cushions, half expecting him to sit beside you, or maybe cover your body with his own — but when he sunk to his knees in front of you, nerves bubbled up in your stomach.

“Oh, Boba, I’ve never...No one has...gone down on me before.”

He grunted, deft fingertips already at the button of your jeans. “Don’t see how that impacts me.” You raised your hips to help as he tugged at the hem of one pantleg, and he slid your jeans off in one smooth movement. He placed your legs over his shoulders and jerked you forward so your ass was off the couch, hips suspended in midair by his arms hooked underneath your thighs. It left you trapped and pinned in place, your back slouched awkwardly against the back of the couch. He puffed on his cigarette before transferring it between his first two fingers, the burning tip pointed away from you as he gripped your thigh. Smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke, “Unless you want me to stop?”

You shook your head, and whatever nervous thoughts you had about tasting or smelling weird, or not looking the way he expected, or not being groomed the way he liked instantly left as Boba ran the flat of his tongue against your clothed cunt, so hot even through the fabric of your panties, and you jerked your hips both in surprise and want .

“Be still ,” he growled, so close that you felt his breath against your center. “I don’t want to burn you.”

“You won’t,” you breathed. You trusted him not to even accidentally harm you, like accident wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. Instead, you felt his arms clamp down on you harder, giving you even less potential wiggle room than before.

A moment later, his mouth was on you, his tongue licking broad stripes against your panties. It felt good even without direct contact; you had never had someone’s mouth on you before, and it had been a long time since you had anything but your hand to pleasure yourself with. 

“You’re already so wet.” He turned his attention to your inner thighs, and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to your heated skin. His free hand rubbed you through your panties, spreading your slick into the fabric, and you moaned . “Is it because of me, or are you just excited?”

“You. It’s you.” He hooked his thumb under the edges of your panties and pulled the fabric away from your crotch, exposing your heated core. Your breath came in short puffs as he finally touched you, skin against skin, his thumb dipping into your folds to collect your slick on his fingertip. “I’ve — thought about this for so long.” “About me eating you out?” You were so wet; you could see how your juices glistened on his thumb as he brought it to his mouth, letting his tongue loll out lewdly as he licked your taste clean from his finger. You whined at that sight alone and imagined his tongue tasting you for real, imagined how wet and hot it would feel against your bare cunt. He brought that same hand down onto the meat of your thigh, slapping you light enough to get your attention but not enough to leave a lasting sting. “I asked you a question, princess.”

“About this,” you repeated, as if it clarified anything. “About you.  About — Boba, please —” You tried arching your hips off the couch to tempt him, tried to explain without words what you wanted as your voice died off into a needy whine.

His hand returned to your cunt, fingertips grazing over your clit through your panties. They were so soaked with his spit and your slick that it was barely a barrier at all, made translucent by all the fluids. “Don’t make me guess what you want,” he said. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Frustrated, you groaned and covered your face with your hands. “It’s embarrassing to say it.”

“It’s embarrassing, huh?” Boba teased the edge of your underwear, flicking it against your skin as a reminder that his fingers were right there , that you could have what you were desperate for if you only asked. “Is it embarrassing if I say that I love how you taste?” 

“Boba….” you whined weakly.

“I want to taste more of you,” he murmured, voice growing husky. He nosed against your clothed mound, breath fanning hotly against your core. “I want to bury my tongue in your little cunt and take everything from you. I want you to come undone on my mouth, princess.” He pressed an oddly-sweet kiss to your thigh, his lips lingering on your skin. “But I can’t unless you tell me what you want.”

You felt hot and extremely bothered by the casual way he said those things, how he just uttered his desires as if they were nothing. It wasn’t embarrassing to ask him to eat you out, but you found it embarrassing that you wanted it. You swallowed thickly, and when you finally looked out from under your hands you found Boba looking up at you through hooded eyes, just waiting. Watching.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please eat me out.”

“ That ’s it." In a blatant show of strength he ripped your panties right from your hips, tearing the cloth with one strong pull. You didn’t even have time to articulate a response, because a second later his mouth was on your bare pussy, his tongue eagerly lapping up the liquid that glistened on your folds. 

“ Boba! ” You jerked hard in his grasp but he pinned you down with his hands alone, his grip on your thighs so tight you knew that there would be ten marks in the shape of his fingers the next morning. He was relentless, lapping and slurping at your cunt like a man starved, and the sounds were so lewd and so pornographic that you’d have found them gross were you not so aroused. 

You wanted to snap your thighs closed and rut against his mouth so bad , but his hold on you was unforgiving. He kept you spread and held in place, completely at his mercy as he licked and sucked and devoured you. Little gasps and moans kept escaping your lips, mixed in with mindless repetitions of Boba and please and yes, yes, like that.  This was the loudest you had ever been; months of pent-up desire and sexual frustration had you quickly approaching an orgasm, vastly helped by Boba’s skillful tongue. The urge sat heavy in your gut and only grew with each passing second until you were frantically trying to grind into him, hips moving minutely in his iron grip.

And then he began to pull away. Your hand shot out to grab the back of his head to hold him in place, a desperate whine leaving your throat. “No! No, Boba, please, I’m so close, please —”

“Shhh.” He turned his head to place a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Relax, princess. I’m not going anywhere.” His assurances were enough to cause you to let go, and he rewarded you by peppering more gentle kisses to your slicked skin.  “You got an ashtray?”

You had to think through the haze of want that clouded your thoughts. “A... huh? Why?”

“Don’t want to burn you.” He motioned toward the cone of ash on his cigarette, which had been steadily burning the whole time his mouth was on you. Carefully, he unwound his arms from around you and you slumped, boneless, back into the couch. “Unless you want me to use the carpet?”

“N-no, god, my landlord would kill me.” You spotted an old mug sitting on the endtable right next to the couch and reached for it, almost spilling the scant liquid left inside as you haphazardly handed it to Boba. “Use this.”

Sitting back on his haunches, he flicked the excess into the mug and then brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. You watched the fabric of his shirt stretch across his chest as he breathed in, how his shoulders seemed to broaden with the action. When he exhaled, he blew from the side of his mouth, keeping the smoke from reaching your face.

Which was considerate and all, but… “ Boba .” You stretched your lower half toward him in need, letting your thighs fall open. “Please?”

“You invited me here to smoke,” he reminded, even as his free hand slid up to brush tantalizingly close to your slit. “You gonna make me waste a cigarette?”

“N-no, but…” Tears pricked the back of your eyes; you had been so close , and the longer you went without his mouth on you the more you worried you wouldn’t get to come at all. “ Please .”

Boba flicked ash into the mug again and set it aside on the floor, out of reach of flailing arms and legs. “Spoiled little thing,” he said, so affectionate, and then he was upon you, his head back between your thighs. And, fuck, maybe you were spoiled, but it was his fault for indulging you and giving you an inch so you could take a mile. His tongue just felt so good, and without his arms pinning your legs open you rutted freely into his mouth, moans and pleas rolling off your lips anew.

Boba turned his head to the side as he took another drag from his cigarette, holding the little nub a safe ways away from your skin. He exhaled before he wrapped his mouth around you again, hotter than before, and his lips latched around your clit.

“Fuck!” Pleasure shot up through your spine and you moaned shamelessly, your eyes shutting tightly against the feelings that threatened to overwhelm you. “Fuck, fuck , Boba, please, oh my god —”

“Gonna come from my mouth alone?” His lips barely left your cunt as he spoke, his hot breath only serving to further tease you. “Wanna come for me, sweet thing?”

“ Yes ,” you hissed. “Yes, Boba, please , wanna come on your tongue —” You weren’t even wholly aware of what you were saying, just babbling mindlessly as he kept torturing your clit with attention. The urge you were chasing earlier came back full-force, leaving you teetering on the edge. “Please, please , Boba, Boba —”

“Then come,” he ordered. “Come for me.”

It might have been his voice, it might have been because his teeth skimmed your clit, but you came and you came hard . You think  you screamed, or blacked out, or screamed and then blacked out — and when you finally relaxed, body no long tight and taut, you opened bleary eyes to find Boba’s face still buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your sensitive pussy in slow, languid movements.

“Boba,” you whimpered, pushing at him weakly. “‘S’too much, please …”

He peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses on the heated skin of your inner thighs as he pulled away, settling back on his knees. To your embarrassment, his mouth and chin shined with your juices; he turned his head to wipe himself clean on the sleeve of his shoulder and replaced his cigarette back between his lips. It was evident he’d enjoyed himself, too, because there was a sizable bulge tenting the fabric of his jeans.

“Hey.” You stretched a leg out, brushing a toe across the top of a clothed thigh. “It’s not fair you’re still dressed. Take off your shirt.”

He exhaled slowly, smoke drifting lazily upward from his mouth. “Take off your bra if you want it to be fair.”

You had completely forgotten that you were still wearing it, and you realized how ridiculous you must look: stripped nude with your bare pussy on display, but still wearing your fucking bra. It wasn’t even cute .

Sitting up, you hesitantly reached behind yourself and unclipped your bra. You let the straps slide down your shoulders but left the cups covering your chest, suddenly very acutely aware of everything: the couch beneath your bare thighs, the drying slick on your skin, Boba’s warm eyes focused intensely on you .

“Don’t get shy on me, now.” Gentle and slow, he reached a hand up and helped ease your bra the rest of the way off your chest. He palmed your bare breast, pebbling your nipple underneath his thumb. “Beautiful.”

You flushed at the compliment but gently pushed his hand away. “Your turn. Fair’s fair.”

He extended his cigarette out to you as he stood up from his knees, and you didn’t miss the quiet noise of exertion he made at the effort. “Hold this.” It was burned down to almost nothing, wasted, but as you took it from his fingers you remembered how often you’d imagined holding the filter between your lips, how often you dreamed of tasting him second-hand.

“Want to try?” He must’ve caught you staring; when you glanced back at him, he was bare-chested, and you marveled at the power that flexed underneath his skin, at the tattoos that spanned his chest and upper arms. You’d have to ask about them later.

“I thought you didn’t want me to start?”

“You’re an adult. I’m saying the offer’s there, if you want.”

You considered it — you really did — but then you thought about how sweeter it would taste coming from his mouth, and you passed it back to him.

“I...can we try something?

The end of it burned red-hot as he inhaled. “What?”

Your earlier shyness came back, your nerves sitting heavy in your chest. “What if...you kissed me, right? But with your mouth full of smoke? And then...y’know….” You wrung your hands in your lap as your confidence died out.

But Boba merely chuckled and took a seat on the couch next to you, the cushions dipping under his weight. “You won’t like it,” he warned.

“I don’t care.” Half-surprised he agreed, and half-giddy with desire, you crawled loose-limbed into his space, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as you settled into him. “If it’s from you, I don’t care.”

You had tucked yourself into his side, but Boba hauled you into his lap instead, swinging your legs across his own. His clothed erection pressed into your hip and you had half a mind to ask if he wanted his pants off, too — but then he grabbed your chin between one large hand and held you in place as he puffed from his cigarette. His lips ghosted across your own, soft and tentative, and then he kissed you for real.

Unlike before, this was gentle and sweet, the slow molding of his mouth to yours, until he urged your lips to part. On instinct, you inhaled, and the smoke that entered your lungs was hot and spicy . You coughed once against his mouth before you had the chance to turn away. Your lungs and throat burned and tears quickly filled your eyes as you coughed away the sensation.

“I told you,” came Boba’s smug reply, and you narrowed your leaking eyes in a glare even as small coughs wracked your body. Gently, he smoothed his hand up and down your spine. “Wanna try again?”

“So you can —” you stopped, coughing, “— laugh at me?”

“Not laughing.” He wiped away some spittle on the side of your mouth. “It’ll be easier if you just hold it in your mouth. Don’t breathe it in.”

You nodded. After he took another drag from his cigarette, well and truly burning it to the filter, he kissed you again. This time, when you felt smoke fill your mouth, you fought off the urge to inhale. It almost tasted sweet beneath the bitter burn. You forced yourself to breathe out, the smoke pouring from between your connected mouths, but despite your best efforts you ended up inhaling a little anyway. You pulled away and coughed to clear your throat.

“Better?

You shook your head. “Not really,” you said sheepishly. “At least I know there’s one fantasy I don’t want to try again.

Boba extinguished the nub of his cigarette between forefinger and thumb and tossed it to the mug he left on the floor. “You fantasized about this?”

“Well, duh.” You sunk down against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as he drew you close. “What else am I supposed to think about at work?”

It was a tease, mostly, but Boba pinched the soft skin of your thigh. “Naughty thing,” he admonished. “I pay you to fantasize, huh?”

“You occupy my thoughts even when I’m off the clock,” you admitted. As you shifted a bit in his lap, his erection pressed into your side, and you remembered another worktime fantasy and spoke before Boba had a chance to reply to your honesty. “Hey, you brought a whole pack with you, right?”

He huffed out a chuckle. “You trying to give me lung cancer?”

“No! No, no, just —” You squirmed. “Do you maybe want a blowjob? While you smoke?”

He answered you by reaching into his back pocket to pull out his lighter and cigarette carton. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“W-well, I mean, I thought you might like it. It’s supposed to be every man’s fantasy, right? A good blowjob and a smoke?” You eased yourself onto your knees before him as he lit up another cigarette, smoothing your hand over his broad thighs.

“Never considered it before,” he said as he began to undo his belt, “but I won’t say no.”

Your deft fingers helped undo the button on his jeans, and you pulled the waistband down just far enough to free his aching cock. “Oh, fuck ,” you breathed. He was big . Bigger than anyone else you’d taken, and you felt a phantom twinge of pain in your jaw just imagining him in your mouth. 

“Like what you see?” Boba grinned down at you, his freshly-lit cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. Oh, he knew he was big. He knew it, and he knew you liked it.

You wrapped your hand around him and almost moaned when you realized you were barely able to touch your thumb to your middle finger around his girth. “Holy fuck , Boba.” You had never wanted to suck a dick as badly as you did now, even if you were questioning how any of it would fit in your mouth. Would he even fit in your cunt? If things escalated to that point, would you be able to take him, or would he just split you in half?

You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together and leaned in, pressing kisses up along his shaft. He smelled good , like musk, like Boba , the scent that you could never name. You parted your lips and dragged the tip of your tongue along his shaft, feather-light, stopping to take his leaking head into your mouth. He tasted salty on your tongue and you braced your hands on his thighs as you leaned in farther, relaxing your throat as his girth stretched you mouth impossibly wide. Already, it was almost too much, your jaw threatening to ache, and you worried you’d have to give him a handjob instead.

“‘Atta girl,” Boba praised, and oh if that didn’t make you feel like you could do anything . He ran a hand through your hair and settled a palm on the top of your head — not pulling, not pushing, but a comforting weight that held promise. Potential.

You pulled off his cock, tilting your head to look up at him through your lashes. “You can be mean,” you breathed, cognizant of how his hand tightened in your hair. “It’s okay.”

Boba hummed low in his throat, as if he were considering it. “Some other time,” he promised. “You have to learn to take me. I can’t break you on the first day.”

His words made you whimper automatically with want as your brain immediately filled in the gaps. Boba exhaled a mouthful of smoke around his cigarette and applied a little pressure to the top of your head, encouraging you to bend down again. “C’mon, princess. Take me into your mouth.”

You held his gaze for as long as you could manage as you wrapped your lips around his cock again, sinking down on his length. Despite his size, you wanted to take him deep in your throat and feel his jeans rub against your chin. You tried to relax as much as possible as you sunk lower but he was just too much , and you ended up gagging audibly.

He gave a sharp tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock. “Go easy ,” he stressed. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Spit dribbled down your chin. “I want to take all of you,” you whined.

Boba’s hand cupped your jaw, his thumb smearing your saliva across your lips. “Be patient. I’m not a small man.”

“You make it sound like I’ll get another chance to do this.”

“You will. If you want.” Ash fell from the end of his cigarette and onto the cushion below, but in that moment you couldn’t care less about your stupid couch. “I’d like to have fun with you again.”

You hid your grin behind kisses as you peppered them along his shaft. “Okay,” you finally said. “Okay, I’ll go easy.” Boba made it sound like you’d have all the time in the world later to train your throat to take his cock — and hopefully there’d be time to train other things, as well.

No longer focused on deepthroating his entire cock, you worked on fitting as much as you could comfortably handle into his mouth and settled into a rhythm as you sucked and licked. You stroked the rest of his shaft with your hand, aided smoothly by your excessive saliva that drooled down his length.

You took a chance to look up at Boba, and found him with his eyes closed, an arm thrown over the back of your couch. The cigarette bobbled in his mouth as he inhaled around it. “ There you go,” he murmured, smoke trailing from his lips. “Just like that. Easy.”

You swallowed around him and his hand tightened in your hair. The taste in your mouth grew saltier with each passing second as his precum leaked from the tip of his cock and mingled with your spit. Boba groaned above you, something guttural and almost primal , and you felt the ache between your own legs grow in response.

“Want my cum, princess?” 

Grateful for the chance to give your aching jaw a break, you lifted from his cock and licked a broad stripe up from where your hand had been. “ Yes ,” you plead. “Yes, please, will you come in my mouth?”

“Gonna swallow me, huh?” At your enthusiastic nod, he grinned. “Good girl. My good girl. Scoot back.”

He moved to stand up from the couch and you realized at once what he intended to do as you shifted backwards, sitting pretty on your knees. He towered over you in this position and you couldn’t take your gaze away from him; at this angle, he seemed larger than life, intimidating and scary and huge , and the cherry-red of his cigarette burned brighter than ever. 

Boba cupped your jaw in his hand, tugging at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth.” You whined and clutched at the fabric of his pants as you obediently parted your lips, moving your head so that the tip of his cock was pointed at your mouth.

He fisted his cock in one hand, jerking himself hard and fast, and with the other he gripped the back of your hair and held you in place. “Gonna come, princess. Stick your tongue out for me.” 

You stretched your tongue out of your mouth as far as it would go, lips parted wide, and stared longingly up at him. Each of his exhales contained a mouthful of smoke, and it gave him the impression of standing in a translucent cloud, the tip of his cigarette standing out amongst the white.

He grunted something unintelligible and you felt something warm and thick land on your cheek. The next one hit your upper lip, and Boba drew you forward so that the head of his cock sat on the tip of your tongue. The rest of his cum landed hot and salty on your tastebuds.

Boba jerked himself from base to tip, coaxing out whatever droplets he could give you. “You look so good,” he murmured, voice husky. “Good girl. Swallow.”

You obeyed, opening your mouth wide after to show him. His thumb came up and helped guide the mess he left on your face into your waiting mouth, where you sucked his tongue clean each time.

“You did so well,” he praised, and even though your jaw ached and there was a dull throb between your legs, you beamed . You pressed your face into his clothed thigh and sighed happily as he rested a hand in your hair, stroking down the strands he’d mussed earlier. He took his cigarette from his mouth and tapped the ashes off into what you hoped was the mug.

A sort of quiet peace settled over you, and even though you were completely nude and it was late and you kind of wanted to invite Boba to stay the night (or forever), you were content to just sit there on your knees as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Besides. He told you there would be a next time — there was no reason to rush.

[blxetsi]

do you write for zeke? if so could you please do some boyfriend!zeke (modern au) hcs? thanks🥺

tysm for requesting !!!

modern zeke jaeger dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

zeke jaeger x gn!reader

- biggest tease ever.

- i think you two wouldve started off as friends to lovers yk 😌✨

- v funny v teasing will make fun of you no matter what

- but its all lighthearted and you can genuinely tell hes joking and doesnt mean what he says

- hes a coffee person. all the way.

- almost always seen with a coffee in his hand

- after you keep stealing sips of whatever hes got he finally just caves in and will bring you your own drink whenever he sees you

- if you dont drink coffee, but prefer a sugary drink or something he'll tease you about it

- hes a very relaxed person and doesnt get jealous, hes not someone that will go balistic and get angry when you hug a friend he doesnt know or whatever

- also would be really cool with your exes if youre cool with them, like "oh yeah i remember you telling me abt them, congrats on your engagement btw" just a very civil man

- if he does have insecurities about your relationship he just kind of, wont say anything ???

- not that he doesnt want to he just doesnt know how to bring it up

- bae pls learn how to talk abt your feelings 😁👍

- anyways after a little bit youll notice somethings wrong, but he'll try and act "strong" bc thats what he thinks hes supposed to be for you

- baby no u can be vulnerable its okay 😐🤚

- he finally lets everything go and has a really long and progressive conversation with you about everything, and you guys work it all out !

- you assure him its okay to be honest and that hes always welcome to talk to you about how hes feeling and his heart just swells

- im also a firm believer in that zeke genuinely doesnt care what you look like, if he finds you cool he finds you cool, he dgaf

- poc ?? he loves you. plus sized ?? he loves you.

- if you even THINK of being like "lol im insecure" hes shutting it down and talking abt how beautiful he finds you

- hes also someone that likes to push you out of your comfort zone, but in baby steps ?? like hes not going to force you to do something when you say "zeke im genuinely not comfortable with this" but if youre very shy he'll try and help you kind of,, not be as shy (hopefully this makes sense 😁👍)

- also loves to cook with you.

- his favourite types of dates are just when you two go to each others' homes and just cook dinner together ?? maybe drink some wine while you chop vegetables and work together (if you drink obv, if you dont he wont drink either even if you say its okay)

- he thinks it makes the food taste better because "it was made with our love" yeah ok ig 🙄🙏

- his family is really cool !! his dads a doctor and his step moms a social worker, and theyre really nice people !! his younger brother is in college but after a while he grows to love you like a sibling

- his mom lives a couple hours away, so he only gets to see her during holidays, but shes a very kind woman who owns an art shop !

- hes a very family oriented man, and really likes that you like his family and vice versa, he thinks its really important that his s/o and family get along

- when hes with you he sees himself being with you for the long run, im talking marriage and kids (if thats what you want) but definitely marriage

- if you two had different friend groups i think it would be hard for either of you to kind of fit in with each others friends, but after a while you two get the hang of it and it gets easier to see them !!

- is the kind of guy who'll wake you up with kisses on your cheek 🤩

- also likes to spoon you or have your head on his chest. will NOT be the baby spoon no matter what.

- also the kind of guy who dramatically stretches and yawns in the morning

- likes it when you hold his hand, even if you guys are just sitting together on the couch watching something, its so simple and subtle but it makes him really happy

- if you have an office at home that you work in a lot, he'll come and check on you when it gets late. will just rub and pat your head and ask what youre working on, and ask if youll be done soon

- if youre stressing on something that needs to be done THAT NIGHT he understands and will just leave you to it

- when you come to bed late it wakes him up but hes glad it does bc then he can pull you into his arms 😌✨

- zeke has very warm hands, to the point where sometimes theyre sweaty and clammy, so when you have a stomach ache or cramps he has no problem just laying down behind you and rubbing your stomach where it hurts

- if you have a weird interest or hobby he wont discourage it as long as its not hurting you or anybody else, he'll try and get into it to but if he cant no harm done, he'll respect it and you

- i think he would have some acne scars on his cheeks from highschool (puberty am i right 🙄😤⁉️) and thats one of the reasons why he has a beard, just to make it hard to see

- its mostly bc hes cool though, and although he started growing it out BECAUSE he found the scarring weird, as hes gotten older he just doest care anymore

- if you think he looks hot clean shaven he'll do it for u, and he loves the compliments you give him

- zeke is the kind of guy that will flip through the tabloid magazines at checkout

- "babe did you know that jennifer lawrence has a dark secret ??" "i- i did not 😁"

- also the kind of guy that will laugh if he sees kids falling in public

- if he was a father he'd help his kid up obviously, but would do it while giggling the whole time

- has dad handwriting (u know what im talking about)

- everytime he calls his brother he answers with "hey asshole" ??? brotherly love 🙈✨

- is very into horror films, but ONLY good ones

- so like hereditary, midsommar, and black swan are some ones he loves

- the kind of guy that has captain crunch for breakfast every morning

- theres this guy at the law firm he works at that he has a "rivalry" of sorts with, his names levi and from what youve been told hes actually very intimidating ??

- loves to read and will read to you if you ask, would have you in between his legs with your back to his chest on the bed, and he'd have one hand in yours and the other holding whatever book you choose

- zeke needs to be in complete darkness to sleep but needs to have a room as bright as possible to be productive. so every morning after he stretches and gets out of bed hes immediately opening his curtains and letting light into the room because "its the only way he'll actually get ready"

- if he was ever to pop the question he'd do it alone at a very mundane time, just like "wow this is the moment" and ask you to marry him. doesnt matter if he has a ring or not, hes ready, and he realizes this, and he finds the beauty in just doing something so simple with you. hes content and happy, and you make him see life in things he hasnt before, and hes ready for the commitment that comes with marriage, and hes in love with you.

hope u all enjoyed 🤩🤩🤩 asks r open so request if ud like !!! okay love u all stay safe 🤩

[herbalinz-of-yesteryear]

Fic Writer Review

I was tagged by dear @andordean , and I’m tagging @ro-the-bard-writer @wholelottatiffy, @dclcq I know you are a private individual but I’m taggin anyway just to beep you a “hey luv ur stuff” And my new fandom fren @xuelingxu :D 不知道你写不写文，如果不写的话权当没看见啦

1. How many fics on AO3?

9 fics if we include super short fic-trailer (195 words lol), and I’m translating Jawanaka’s Ciri fic

2. Total AO3 word count?

111,522 🌱 all the couldves and wouldves aside, I’ve been writing fanfic for almost 3 yrs now, wow. Time flies.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Two. Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher.

4. Top five by kudos?

Seeking Resonance (modern AU Regis x You)

The Dream of Possibility (shitty two-crown-romance Regis x OC)

The Memory of Vines (abandoned; Regis x OC)

The Path of Aloneness (V x Takemura)

Half Moon, Full Circle (Regis x Queen of the Night)

5. Do you respond to comments, why/why not?

I almost always do! Love those who took time to comment; grateful always and happy my words made people feel stuff. There were times I DID NOT reply, however, and I ask for forgiveness and understanding: it’s either going to be a late reply, or, silly me but sometimes I feel so underserving of such loving comments I’m floored and cannot bring myself to reply.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with angstiest ending?

You mean fics dont have to angst? I’m not sure as I always strive for a balance of angst and catharsis so I avoid end on an angsty note. Maybe the Takemura one-shot? Or my current Lara Dorren & Cerro fic.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

If it counts, my stupid first fic. A cyberpunk 2077 character dimension traveled to the witcher world. Why to date Regis ofc and she got there bc of Ciri & Avallach

8. Have you received hate on fic?

Everyone has been so nice and civil, i don’t recalling seeing drama in others’ fics either :D #myfandomisdabest

9. Do you write smut?

👏

But I haven’t had the right fic idea for a long time to be able to write smut. Two nights ago on my insomnia bender i was thinking abt Angela Carter and had an idea; something fit for Halloween 🧛‍♂️

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Wym? Plagiarized or being posted to other sites? Either way, I don’t know:D

11. Ever had a fic translated?

No. Don’t think I’ve written enough in the fandom yet

12. Ever co-written a fic before?

And again sadly no. I do love the idea though! Someone plz hit me up.

13. All time favorite ship?

Very hard question. Regis x Dettlaff? Regis x OC (i include minor char like Queen of the Night, Tissaia as oc). Ciri x Cahir. 🖤 Geralt x Yennefer🤍

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

If it’s a WIP that is not progressing at the moment, I don’t want to finish xD

15. What are your writing strengths?

According to feedbacks, prose, or style. Personally I think I’m ok with setting the mood. I also like to research and worldbuild

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m learning to implement this! But I think dialogue is my strongest weakness. Next would be I tend to drag on every action in a scene, like A first B then C then D while it could’ve been A->D. But this I pay attention to in editing. I’m bad at summary, not good with titles. Also, maybe for lacking in practice, I think I’m still trying to figure out how to structure a cohesive plot

17. What are your thoughts of writing dialogue in other languages?

As in having a character speaking other languages in the fic? Ask yourself 1) must they speak that language? Does it make sense? If you write from any POV other than that chatacter’s, why would the narration presume to understand the language? Is it relevant to the plot they speak that way? 2)are you fluent in the language? Don’t make grammar mistakes and don’t use it for cultural exoticism

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Witcher. My once and future.

19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Ha! “Favorite” and “I” in the same sentence?… Seeking Resonance maybe; that modern AU Professor Regis is a very comforting character (but also profoundly sad), it also made me happy to see it has made others feel better too.

I think my current super niche fic might be my favorite yet? Idk, it’s the biggest project i’ve tried and I do try. By the fallacy of sunken cost it should mean ill love it 😂

[jeagerism]

i think im lost again

+ word count : honestly idek, ill take a guess at maybe nearly 700-800?

+ characters : levi ackerman, armin arlert, mentions of eruri and eremin (armin and levi r not shipped fuck out of here)

+ warnings : season 3 attack on titan spoilers, mentions of death, modern!au, levi is basically a dad without being a dad (does that make him a dilf??), angst i suppose

+ summary : erwin was always good at this, levi thinks. people stuck to him like glue.

+ author's note : this is just a personal modern!au headcanon that i ranted to a friend abt and decided to make it full out

in modern aus i see eren as looking up to levi, bc he ooks up to him in the manga in some ways, levi cares abt his wellbeing n shit

well armin, since he was chosen to live over erwin, he'd look up to erwin in a modern au

and when erwin dies in that au bc ofc he has to die, armin is still a teenager.

i like to think that they all lived in the same town as kids, and erwin always looked out for armin since he had no one else other than his friends. 

he basically lets armin live with him when he's not with eren, who also has no family and sort of couch surfs between jean and sasha - sasha's dad loves eren for whatever reason so he stays there a lot, and welcomes armin and mikasa with him - and so erwin and armin r close

and levi is always around, so he sees armin a lot, even if he takes care of eren more - he lets eren stay at is house on nights when he feels like hes overstayed his welcome at sasha’s.

but levi still cares abt armin bc he sees how erwin cares abt armin and levi is in love with the blond facebook dad

but erwin died when armin is like 15, so he still needs someone to look out for him

and erwin asks levi to do that, bc he trusts him and knows levi would take care of him just like he had  

anyways, he asks levi to take care of him and levi does

but armin is a 15 yr old who just lost yet another person who cares abt him 

and even tho hes grateful that levi cares for him, he misses erwin so much. 

he acts out bc of it bc hes a kid going through trauma and its what kids do. he starts acting even worse than eren and eren is a fucking demon spawn

armin and eren share a room, even tho levi had two empty rooms so they could have their own, and eren has stuff in the other room but armin doesn’t like the dark so eren stays there with him.

and levi isn’t really good at taking care of kids in the traditional way. 

he wakes them up every weekday for school by telling them he'll kick their ass if he has to take them himself - but he'll still drive them when it rains or its cold  

he doesnt really know how to cook bc erwin always did that, but his notes app is full of recipes erwin always recommended that were easy to follow bc he was always worried that levi always ate too much cold leftovers from days before and noodles

armin knows hot to cook pretty well bc erwin taught him but he enjoys laughing at levi failing at cooking simple shit - he burned water somehow

but levi still tries so its fine

he tries letting armin know hes welcome, and that he can ask for whatever he needs

he'll leave him lunch money on the counter

and when he notices armins jackets getting a little too short around the wrist he drops a new one by his lap when he sits on the couch

he pulls the blanket all the way to his chin if he falls asleep on the couch.

he'll mention he's going to get a haircut when he notices armin's hair getting longer, and says he can go with him if he wants

but armin still acts so off. 

before erwin was gone, armin always acted happy, even though he never had much, and levi feels guilty knowing he cant do what erwin did for him, but he's doing this for erwin, and knows erwin wouldnt have put armin in his care in the first place if he didn’t trust him

i see taking care of armin as the task that keeps levi going, just like how killing zeke is what keeps him alive in the anime.

both promises he makes to erwin and wont give up on until he’s fulfilled it

but one day armin just disappears. he doesnt come back after school with eren like usual. so he and levi try calling him and get nothing. eren offers to go look for him and levi tells him to stay safe n waits back home to see if armin will show up there

and he does like 5 mins after eren leaves. 

and levi feels his chest just deflate with relief. it was cold outside, and armin was out there alone. 

his cheeks and nose r red from being outside for so long

when levi asks where he's been, it comes out harsher than he meant, but its just bc he was worried, and armin rolls his eyes and asks why it matters

levi tells him its bc he's a kid and doesnt get to just disappear without a trace whenever he wants. levi never minded armin doing whatever he wanted - within regulation - but most times he knew eren was with him, or mikasa, someone who would call him if something happened

and armin says “you're not my father.” and starts taking off his jacket and stuff

“yeah, but i am the person who's taking care of your ass.”

and that seems to make armin a little more ticked off than he already was, bc he turns to levi and says, “well i never asked you to do that.”

to which levi replies without thinking, “no but erwin did”

levi and armin never talk abt erwin, ever.

its like an unspoken rule between them. its not that they arent as comfortable with each other - they arent anyways but - they just dont do that, talk abt how they feel abt erwin, and him being gone

armin looks like hes gonna cry before he just says “well i wish it was erwin that was still here instead of you”

ALMOST AS IF HES SAYING HE WISHED IT WAS LEVI THAT DIED INSTEADDD

and levi is suprised that armin would ever, it hurts a little, and he just nods in agreement and says “me too.”

armin doesnt say anything back to it, he just turns and makes his way to his room, slamming the door behind him

and levi is exhausted. in his head he wonders how erwin had done it - balanced college and a job and a fucking teenager 

but then he remembers that erwin was erwin, and hed always been good at that type of thing

people stuck to him like glue

thats the first night he lets himself admit that he misses him

he feels like he’s failing at the one thing erwin asked of him

when eren shows back up, levi apologizes for not letting him know that armin had came back

but eren just tells him that armin had texted him when he’d arrived - i have a hc that eren and armin were each others first crushes but uhebdbsi

he tells levi that armin had said hed went to the beach

erwin used to take armin to the beach all the time before he died

he’d collect shells with him, and the ones that armin really liked, he’d give them names

he still has one called smith from the last time erwin had taken him to see the ocean

a few weeks go by after that

they never really talked before, but now it seems almost even worse

the silence that they normally exist in feels empty

but everything felt empty without erwin

eren lets levi know where theyre going to be whenever theyre not home, when theyll be home, etc

levi never asked for him to do that, but he does it anyways

levi’s thankful for the near suicidal maniac at that point

even though he always was

he saw a lot of himself in eren, and he sees a lot of himself in armin too

levi and armin never really apologize to each other, but one night when levi’s attempting to cook, armin walks in the kitchen and watches him place things on a pan

“you’re putting them too close together.”

armin steps beside him and tilts his head to the side, as if hes gesturing for levi to move

and he does, letting the younger and taller boy move the prerolled croissants further away from each other on the baking tray

“they never wouldve cooked all the way through like that,” armin tells him

with a scoff, levi mumbles that he sounds like erwin

armin pauses for a second, before sliding the pan in the oven. levi tells him how long the packaging said they went on so that he can set the oven timer

armin sets it for two minutes longer, and levi’s heart aches

erwin did that, too

“i miss him”

it slips out without him meaning for it to

and he thinks he’s ruined armin’s head again, when he’s supposed to be someone this kid can look up to

but he doesnt leave

armin just leans against the oven and nods “me, too”

after that, things arent bad anymore

sure, it takes awhile for them to completely warm up to each other, but they manage

enough that armin sits in on levi’s cooking sessions just to point out what hes doing wrong - something that helps, bc pretty soon levi is learning

he cooks him, armin, and eren an entire meal without burning anything

eren laughs when armin tells him that the man had forgotten to grab an oven mit and had stuck his entire hand in the oven to grab a pan

levi raises his eyebrow when he notices the way armin blushes at eren’s laugh, of all things

and they talk abt erwin more

they have more to say about him that eren, and its just something the two of them share, so they tend to save it for little moments, tiny snippets of things that remind them of the blond

after about a year, things are good

armin asks to have his 17th birthday at the beach, and who would levi be to say no

levi doesnt particularly like the beach, he detests sand, but its for armin, so he’ll do it

its for his kid

him and erwins kid

at the party, he finds a smile coming to his face when he sees armin actually laughing and having fun

kid had been through too much hell at 17, so he deserved to be happy, even if it was only for a few moments

on their way home that evening, eren and armin passed out from a day of swimming and running on the beach - levi made the both of them bring extra towels to save his car seats from salt water and sand

eren’s head is on armin’s shoulder, and the blond’s is resting atop eren’s head

when they get home, the two of them trudge towards their room, but armin turns and holds his closed fist out to levi

with a raised eyebrow, levi holds his hand out and lets armin drop something into his hand, before the boy pivots and continues his shuffle to his and eren’s shared room

levi glances down at the object in his hand

its a shell

armin names it erwin

[hisbutlerisahunter]

A/N: obviously this is a little but Modern! AU because theatre wouldve been the thing back then, so a lil future seb for you all!

Day 11- Holiday film

Pairing: Sebastian x reader

You could not believe what you were hearing right now. Obviously the situation wasnt as serious as you were making it out to be, but this man was a demon who was centuries old and he had yet to watch one singular holiday film.

“y/n i simply dont have the time i dont understand what you’re not grasping” he states simply.

“Its something everyone does, its fun” You scoff and roll your eyes, of course he didnt get why it was a big deal, well if he didnt get it you’d help him see. Sebastian crosses his arms and frowns, mumbling about not being fun and never having time.

“Well this afternoon you will have time” he opens his mouth to speak “and dont try to back out because i know you have the afternoon off”. He thinks and whilst he does you drive it home “just one film seb, please” he eyes you for a second before sighing and agreeing.

You spend all of your midday rushing around finding comfy blankets and the perfect film, not that this will matter to Sebastian. He will appreciate the effort you went through but he doesnt care about the actual comfort that comes from fluffy blankets.

“finally set up?” sebastian questions as he walks into your room. It was extremely nice working for a rich brat sometimes, especially when it came to your own room.

“yes its all perfect now come” you pat the bed next to you as you get comfortable. He walks over with that very predatory look in his eyes and you have to laugh.

“dont even try pulling your moves on me michaelis, you’re not getting out of this plus youll life this film i promise” you smirk to yourself as you catch his slight pout out of the corner of your eye.

He takes off his shoes and jacket before letting you cuddle into him as the film starts. You chose a classic Halloween film, you’d thought staring with a gory film that links to halloween would get seb to eventually come around to christmas films. He was so going to love The Grinch but that could wait for another time.

“thats not how you kill them, idiot” he huffs as he lets his hand wander up and down your back.

“something to say babe?” you hum and smile as he averts his eyes back to the tv, he hates admitting to being wrong.

The film goes on and Sebastian gets into all the horror and killing of it all. You hadnt actually thought hed respond so well but you were definitely glad he had. As soon as the film ends Sebastian speaks up.

“So every year instead of going out you watch Halloween films, like this?” His bluntness about you not going out to celebrate has you flushing lightly, you are however used to the actual bluntness at this point.

“Yes, i get it, i dont go out, stop making fun im trying to show you so-” he cuts you off and shakes his head lightly, teasingly and chuckles.

“No i meant, if you humans do this all the time, there are more films like this one, yes?” He,,, actually wanted to watch more. Nodding eagerly you get up from the bed and pick out a few more classicly old slashers and horrors.

“Theres way more, if you wanted to admit i was right you only had to say” you puff out your chest and smirk to yourself and Sebastian laughs. Hed pouted at first before seeing how proud of yourself you were and it made him chuckle.

“Hmm yes i guess you were right, this is fun” you cheer and giggle as you grab another film. He did have the afternoon off after all, you were going to show him all the Halloween films you possibly could before he changed his mind

[yes-yes-no-no]

helloooo people,, im doing my homework and reading dabi fics on a sunday afternoon ,,,

anyway,, lets get strated with harry potter hcs bc i suddenly have the urge to talk about that!!!

: tonks and remus were 100 percent in love but wolfstar did date when they were younger. they never actually properly broke up but it seemed like the reasonable thing to assume. wolfstar wouldve kept dating in another life

: hermione had a crush on both lavender and ron but after those two started dating, she started to think lavender was annoying

: in a modern au, ron would be reallly good at math but always get atleast 2 questions wrong on a test

: remus lupin helped hufflepuffs study on wednesdays

: there were many queer student bc fuck jkr and fuck canon

: regulus black actually had a big one sided crush on james potter and never admitted it but somehow, some slytherins knew and they made fun of him for. later on, james finds out and they were really awkward for awhile until lily just told them to talk.

thats all i have for now,,, i havent read hp in a really long time tho

hope everyone is having a good day!!! <3

[strigiiformes]

Uuuh can i get 10, 16 and 21?

10. what frustrates you the most as a writer

well before i hit refresh and LOST EVERYTHING ID TYPED FOR THIS ASK it was stuff like characters being funnier than you. and not knowing how to end things. and forgetting what happens in canon

BUT NOW IT’S HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN YOU REFRESH AND LOSE EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOURE BIG STUPID AND TYPE DIRECTLY INTO TUMBLR LIKE A LOSER. IVE LOST ENTIRE FICS THAT WAY. AND I JUST LOST ALL THE STUFF FOR THIS KJBGMKSJBGUHEWGYLOUY >:CCCCC

baby rage i hate it here. anyways

16. any ideas you wanted to write but never did

deep inhale. i had them all typed out. i had them all typed out. oh my gosh. take two.

anyways WILD LAUGHTER BOY DO I HAVE PLENTY OF THOSE. this is an open invitation to come poke me about any of these. bullet pointed because why not

missing scenes from 3.1 before they free quirin (varian and raps just. talking i guess?) and then varian adn quirin talking afterwards. mostly ditched this because important conversations are hard. ew talking

one in nltl where cass actually does get varian with the sword. i LOVE this idea im gonna write it i swear i will - i made an attempt very early on and it stalled and i didnt like it but im more confident in the fandom now. so . expect this sometime? in the future? it’s just shameless hurting and comforting. thats it thats the fic

that one really long idea where varian and eugene go on the run - it was a lot of fun to talk about with u but idk about writing it ,,, long ideas scare me pfft

oh YEAH that idea i had about varian in jail and arianna visiting him. that was before i watched s2 or s3 so pretty sure that would be AU. there was sickfic in there somewhere. it was glorious. f for that idea

varian and eugene talking about fears? or something? in 3.9. dont remember what i wanted to do with this one frankly

eugene in 3.1 right before he frees raps and varian from the cell. this one wouldve been basically just his thoughts about like. varian’s redemption

ruddiger but more flavoured like if he were an emotional support animal. wouldve been short scenes tied together. probably going to write this? at some point? get back with me later id need to do a little research

5 times raps carried varian and 1 he carries her. mix of funny/fluffy and super whumpy probably. idk i havent thought more about it than literally that sentence

not much i can talk about s&m planning here but i WILL say im going to write a sickfic for it set in a downtime much later on in the story. it’s going to be amazing and i cant wait to sit down and actually write it. is it really an AU with me if there’s not a sickfic in it at some point. the answer is no. no it isnt

if i knew how to write long multichapter fics i would do the prison barge varian idea i had in a HEARTBEAT. id move that episode earlier in the season and give him redemption and we’d get both varian in s2 AND all the fun redemption based stuff later like nltl. galaxy brain. if only, huh

varian wrangling deaged raps/eugene/cass/lance if only because it would be hilarious. and probably really cute

he succeeds in actually wiping everyones memories. probably 2-3 chapters. angst for a bit at the beginning then just. h/c probably. too bad i dont like multichapters - basically most of my inhibitions are 1) im scared of it so i dont write it 2) lazy

also considering writing short selfcontained scenes from some of the AUs ive spitballed. the modern ghost one. icarus. mermaid. newsies. whatever else we talked about bro i . it’s all hazy KJFHKJ. considered drawing for these too. idk man i just *holds them* love them

and then of course always thinking about those fics that have no actual plot and are just an excuse to shove all my favorite whump tropes into a thing. those are . my bread and butter. kicks that around i guess. watch me ignore all my actual ideas for more of this kind of h/c stuff LOL

21. favorite writing advice to share

PROBABLY write whatever you want. write like no one’s watching. if you catch yourself worrying about a detail ask yourself if its actually worth worrying about, laugh at urself, cast it aside like the lameo thing it is, and move on. chances are its not worth it LOL. chances are nobody will notice anyways. life is too short for that B)

[jellypackedart]

Just a bit late but im surprised i got this done in a day but i wouldve done it sooner if i didnt wake up from a nap at 1 vlkvjdjvc

Anyway heres the Youth prompt for @hidakonamonth day 13!!! I used the prompt to make a design for my modern and reincarnation au, I like to think this would take place after a successful mission (hopefully that hired killers prompt i still have to write)

A little more of the designs under the cut

Hidan and Konan are the only two that have actual logo tattoos, they both got it at the same time because this time around, Konan actually starts the Akatsuki and wants to make it known how proud she is of it and Hidan kinda wanted to show off to her and settled for getting one behind his ear instead of matching her actual ab tattoo. 

You definitely can’t tell here but Konan actually has black hair and has been routinely dyeing it since she was young to match her hair from her previous life. Hidan is still albino. 

Instead of cloaks, the uniform is still the same nail polish and also some type of marking of the Akatsuki cloud, your village, and what order you were inducted into the Akatsuki. Hidan and Konan have hoes never get cold solidarity bc they don’t wear shirts. Hidan does have scars from top surgery.He also wears ths cute bracelet for the purposed of the uniform but loves it because Konan made it for him.

[mobianstrip]

sonic forces me to analyze the game

this is by no means a full, in depth review of sonic forces. however, since im working on a Forces au i think its only fitting to talk about my personal gripes with the game. just to be clear, i dont hate sonic forces by any means! there are some really neat concepts about it that i enjoy, which ill include my thoughts on as well! though with that said, theres a lot about it that could have been dealt with better. this post is gonna be a bit long and messy, sorry!

now i cant speak for what the gameplay controls itself are like since i havent actually played it with my own hands, so my primary focus will be the story and general format of the game. everything under the cut!

ill start by saying that in hindsight, i think the general premise of the game is actually really neat (had the war framing of the plot not been so overly glorified and bland. more on that below). eggman taking over most of the world is very reminiscent to the initial circumstance of mobius in the early archie sonic publication. it seems especially reflective of the comic in the fact that sonic forces takes place on a planet setting more akin to that of Mobius than that of Sonic’s World/Earth, the difference being the lack of human beings aside from Eggman. while this does somewhat bother me for the fact that it paints an inconsistency with the setting, im also all for the planet being strictly Mobians + Eggman again tbh. the concept of sonic being on earth populated by humans, complete with a mock version of the united states, never really settled well with me. it always felt like just a means to make sonic more relatable, which is true, but not done because it made anything more interesting. a problem that then arises is that the origins of shadow and silver/blaze would be radically different or at least would need some retcon alterations to make sense...but thats a topic for another day

overall, looking past the inconsistency with the setting and its implications, i enjoy how the premise of the game feels like going back to the basics. but even the premise still has its problems...which is never a good sign, and this point practically sealed forces’s fate of inconsistency: the theme of war and how it frames the story is so, so poorly written

starting with whats presented at the beginning of the game, sonic is captured by eggman as a prisoner. if the writing had just left it at that, fine. however, the exposition goes on to say that sonic has been there for six months being tortured...and that tails has completely lost it. again id be fine with this - the theme of war is a darker one so these two events would make sense in this circumstance. however, that tension is just totally lost in a matter of a few episodes. you rescue sonic who is just as cheery and jokey as ever, somehow able to fight a boss despite being supposedly locked away and tortured for six months

of course i understand that its not like they could give sonic ptsd and make him look tortured and weak and so on - but why even mention the torture thing at all? the same problem is apparent with the first cutscene with tails. tails is hardly given enough time to seem like he has "lost it". i will say though that tails WAS given a bit more of an emotional response to work with than sonic overall. particularly when tails is about to be attacked by chaos, and he ducks his head in fear and calls for sonic to help him even though sonic isnt there - i actually enjoyed this small segment bc it does reflect some of what was said about how he reacted to sonics capture (aside from also being across the planet...for seemingly no reason except bc he "lost it" and to get him away from the main group so that classic sonic can appear)

frankly speaking from these two points alone, the games tone just feels kind of confused. its obvious the writers wanted some parts of the darker theme of war...and its also obvious that going all out wasnt gonna be an option bc of the nature of sonic as a character and franchise being about more lighthearted, easier to relate to stories about sonics heroism. which im fine with that being the case; sonic is a hero and more importantly a mascot that profits off of kids being able to relate and look up to. my issue is simply that the premise of this game makes consistent writing kind of doomed from the start if the writers are trying to appeal to both the kids AND older fans. they cant go to the lengths necessary to adequately build the narrative. cant go too dark, cant go too lighthearted, and not finding a balance between to two gives you a confused and bland story 

on that note,  i personally find the theme of war to be...uncomfortably glorified and unchecked (adding to the tone confusion and blandness). sonic forces is named so because...yknow. armed forces. armies. the whole point of the game is that theres a war going on and youre on the good guy side. i mean its not as if youre fighting against other living creatures, just infinite and eggmans robots, but still. i think what put me off the most is the first comic with the soldier cat. after they save the day, the last lines are "I'll do better. I'll be better. I'll become a real soldier and a real hero." now slap that as the tagline to a united states army corps commercial and suddenly its really...sour tasting

war is just one of those subjects that i think needs to be handled with a bit more care. i mean think about it: the primary gimmick of forces is that you get to make your own character, to be the sonic version of yourself in this world. the plot of the game is that theres a war, and your character joins the resistance to defeat eggman. this game is pretty blatantly glorifying the idea that joining in on a war can make you a REAL soldier, a REAL hero. to some kids, that might sound pretty cool. but theres no nuance to it whatsoever, nothing thought provoking on the subject. no one steps back to be like ‘its good to do good things but wars are tough and not fun, and being a hero isnt everything’. none-a that

now do i think a sonic game could get it into a childs head that they should join the army for real? no, not necessarily. i think its possible, but i think that would also be due to a larger issue of military glorification present in modern culture in general (especially in america). mostly i just find the implications at play with glorifying the theme of war in conjunction to the avatar gimmick to be in poor taste and also entirely avoidable because...

i dont think the war and army framing even had to be a thing. not only is it just so sloppily done in general, with that fact that the supposed soldier forces on the Resistance side are literally never seen on screen except for some dialogue boxes in one episode and the rest of the time only being mentioned through other characters, but i seriously think never saying the words “war” or “army” and not including literal soldiers would have worked just as well and even been the better route. they could have just been like yeah heres eggman taking over the world, heres the resistance fighters that have come together to stop him, they are opposing forces and you play as your avatar to stop eggman - and just leave it at that. it wouldve made the glorification of war less obvious and the handling of the topics at hand appear less confused, appealing to a more lighthearted tone rather than weighing it down with frankly out of place hints to a darker subject of war

finally i wanna talk about the story as it relates to how its told through the game. the plot itself is fairly standard - eggman starts war, captures sonic, takes over planet. you rescue sonic, and together you fight eggman and infinite and ultimately defeat them. thats all good and well even if its cheesy sometimes. the REAL problem is how its executed. a lot of the exposition is given not through cutscenes, but through spoken dialogue with text box subtitles over the episode select screen. and it just feels so...stiff. it doesnt feel like world building, it just feels like being forcefed information with no substance behind it

i get that fully rendered cutscenes throughout can be expensive and time consuming, but shoot id take in-game rendered cut scenes at least. (like in sa, sa2, shadow 2005...) anything that could have provided the world building with a bit more ground to stand on would have been great. sure, there are levels to traverse which look cool...but they dont provide any sense of scale, they dont tell us what the area is like, and more importantly, you never see the other characters who are supposedly on the battlefield "alongside" you in a couple episodes. the storyline from the exposition along sounds like it could be an epic journey - but the way its told with the given game mechanics (i.e.: stage-based gameplay with no open worlds to explore) leaves a lot to be desired

i feel like the stuff explained in the comics should have just been cutscenes or exposition or something to pad out the game a bit. the comics are so short anyways so why just put it in the game? maybe not the first comic about the rando soldier saving the day or w/e...but the comic with silver and knuckles fighting chaos? the comic about infinites origins? all of that could have easily been included. at LEAST the comic with shadow was part of the DLC...but even thats just so gimmicky. they provide important background to the main plot of this game so i really dont understand why it was sidelined to comics and not just included from the beginning

the tension that the exposition already fails to build up is brought down even worse when coupled with the confusing timing of the stage complete screens, where you get your completion rank and see what new character creation items you unlocked. listen, i know immediate gratification for completing the level is important and all...but i swear, having these screens between the end of a boss fight and the cutscene showing what happens to them after being defeated seriously impairs the flow of the game. maybe having it there allows for the cutscene to load up in the background to improve efficiency, but personally id prefer seeing a loading screen as the break between a boss fight and the following cutscene after it and THEN the stage complete screen to finish the sequence off. the boss fight end cutscenes arent that long anyways for the most part, so its just nonsensical to have the stage complete screen interrupt the action when theres only a two minute scene left to it

i cant stand how streamlined forces is to the point of the main plot. what happened to games that actually take the time to explain stuff, show us extra bits to the story and how they connect? and even when forces' does explain SOME stuff, its through audio/text only dialogue. nothing visually interesting, just...dialogue. and then its off to the next level. forces' feels very bare bones honestly. the story is supposed to feel big and epic but it just wasnt given enough to bring that feeling into fruition. this is probably the only thing that saves forces’ from the war glorification issue because the game simply fails so miserably at telling a compelling story due to poor writing and poor formatting that the war stuff gets lost in the mix - and thats just sad

all of this brings me to my conclusion. fuck i wish sonic forces was a better written and executed game, because i do think it could have been so cool. i really like infinite as a villain, in both his design and personality. yeah hes kind of a whiny, edgy bitch - but he had potential. and its really gonna suck if this game killed off all that potential in one fell swoop

(then again, thats why we have fan content and aus :3)