#it's been rough but i feel like ive been really wanting a place to express myself again

[snowstcrm]

shall I revive this blog?

[soobinsonly1bf]

hello ! do you think you could write something for comfort sex from yeonjun? (its perfectly okay if not :)) ive just been having a really shit week and the yeonjun tag is so dry rn bc ive read everything 😞 also welcome to tumblr!! 💗💗

of course i can write it!! also, i hope you feel better already😭 if not, then i just hope this one-shot will make you feel better for at least a few minutes!! and oh god, I'M SO SO SORRY that it took me so long... i couldn't find any motivation to finish it😓

yeonjun + comfort sex

warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, softdom!yeonjun, sub!reader, fluff, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, soft sex, crying (while cumming), use of pet words (babe, baby, love), a little bit of angst implied at the end??

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

it was a hard day for you, so now you were just laying on your bed, cuddling to the pillow. suddenly you hear the front door opening and you can't help, but smile softly.

"hi, babe!" yeonjun greets loudly. "i'm back!" he says and after some minutes, he walks into the room with a smile. when he looks at you, his expression changes, now to a worried one. "hey, are you alright? you look tired as hell..." he says as he comes near the bed, gently sitting next to your legs.

"yeah, i don't feel really good today. it was a... really hard week. you know, the whole stress and- and everything." you admit, but still smile at him.

"is there something i can do for you? i can make a dinner or just tidy up or buy you something or cuddle. anything that would make you feel at least a little bit better." he says and takes your hand in his, gently stroking your hand with his thumb.

"wanna kiss..." you mumble suddenly, kinda embarrassed that it came out of your mouth without really thinking.

he chuckles. "yeah? you just want some kisses? come here, love..." he says and pulls you closer to him, placing your head on his lap. he starts kissing gently all over your face, except on the lips.

"yeonjun..." you whine and he immidiately knows what you mean, because he leaves a gentle peck on your lower lip, then another and another... it's still not enough tho. "i want a proper kiss." you say with a small pout.

"why are you so impatient today, huh?" he laughs softly, soon pressing his lips into yours, now slightly harder. you look at him with a disappointed look as he moves away.

"and since when it is a proper kiss? what are we, highschoolers?" you say, slightly frustrated.

"just say if you want a makeout session." he laughs and soon you're laying just like before he got home... but now with him on top of you. he's kissing you, now properly, more passionately, with more pressure. you still feel how soft, how careful he is with you, just like his lips could crush yours if he was too rough.

you can't help a giggle leaving your lips right into the kiss and he slowly moves away, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. "what?" he asks, confused.

"nothing... you're just too sweet." you giggle again and pull him into another kiss. you just love it, his lips gently caressing yours. it's all full of love, warming your heart and making your worries disappear.

soon it all became more heated, more desperate to just feel each other, to show your love. he was leaving soft kisses along your jaw, slowly getting closer to your neck and kissing all over it too. you couldn't find a spot where he didn't left a peck...

"still feeling bad?" he chuckles, looking you in the eyes. you really can see how he looks at you, how much his gaze says. how much he truly loves you and cares about you.

"just a little bit." you say, now just kinda curious of what he's gonna do.

"i think i know exactly how to make you feel good... if you want?" he asks, licking his lips. oh you know exactly what that means.

"you're seriously asking?" you chuckle and you don't even know when and how he got in between your thighs, your pajama pants already on the floor...

"gonna make you feel so good, baby... stay still for me." he says and soon you feel him licking throughout the entire length of your cunt. you gasp at the sudden friction and he immidiately looks up at you, not moving his face away. "alright?" he asks and you simply nod.

he starts his work again, first slowly and gently, just licking your clit, kissing it too from time to time. oh he definitely has fun... soon his lips and tongue start moving faster, slightly harder against your pussy.

his fingers slowly make their way to you too, spreading your folds. he's lapping at your entrance, his tongue trying to get inside, but in reality just teasing you, making you desperate to feel full, to finally have his cock inside.

you clench around nothing, whining quietly. "please..." you whimper and you don't have to tell him twice. he slips two of his fingers at once inside of your warm pussy, already so wet for him.

it takes just a few thrust of his long fingers and a few more licks on your clit, and you're already feeling how close you are. "fuck, baby- so so close..." you mumble and soon you're clenching around nothing again, cumming hardly on his fingers that haven't stopped going in and out of you through your orgasm.

"so good for me... god, you're so beautiful like this, you know that?" he slips his fingers out of you and to your surprise – stands up. you relax again as you see him taking the condoms from the night stand, pulling his pants and boxers off in one go and exposing his already hard dick... so hard just from eating you out.

he pulls the condom on his cock, stroking it a few times. "you're wet enough, aren't you?" he says teasingly, but also genuinely asking.

"yeah, it's alright, just- just please, put it in." you say quickly, already raising your legs and getting in his favorite position. your wet cunt on the display just for him, ready to take his cock... god, the things you do to him.

he doesn't hesitate, just slowly slips his dick inside of you. you realized just now how much you needed this, your love stretching you out oh so prefectly. "i love you so much..." he says suddenly and makes the first thrust.

soon you're both just moaning your names and "i love you"s constantly. his hands holding your thighs, thrusting in a steady, slow rhythm. there's no need to rush things, the only thing important to the both of you is to make each other feel good and loved.

"i'm gonna cum soon..." he admits, keep on looking you in the eyes. he just loves you so much, it really shows with everything he does and says. it's not fucking, it's just making love for the both of you. it makes your heart melt when you see how lovingly he stares at you, taking your every expression, every little grimace.

"it's alright, i'm already close too." you say with a soft smile. you pull him closer to you, now his head in the crook of your neck. he leaves small kisses on your neck and shoulder, showering you with even more love.

you feel your orgasm hitting you once again.. but this time tears starts flowing down your cheeks. you're confused, but not wanting to worry him, you just ignore it, focusing on your release.

"fuck, love, i'm- oh fuck..." he moans, filling up the condom. he thrust a few more times and slip out of your literally drenched pussy. he takes his head away from your neck, looking at you. his expression immidiately changes when he sees your tears. "oh god, are you okay? did i do something wrong? did i hurt you? shit, i'm so so sorry..." he starts panicking, but you shut him up with a kiss.

"hey, it's okay, you didn't do anything, don't worry... i just- i noticed that sometimes it is like this." you sigh, taking him by his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss again.

"don't scare me like that ever again..." he says, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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a/n: okay guys funfact!! if someone doesn't know: if you're crying while orgasming and it seems like there's no reason, it might be because you feel sad, lonely, unloved or because of some trauma.

[galaxysgal]

Ok but Y/N gentle parenting her boyfriend Lip in the most loving way.

Y/N: Lip Darling I know your feeling really angry right now and your feelings are totally valid but we can’t yell at people. So let’s try to think of ways we can express are anger without shouting.

stop this is so silly and sweet i love it!! this was healing for me to write cause ive been so stressed with school

he’s so frustrated, midterms and work and south side shit all tumbling around in his brain and making him crazy. you can feel the tension in the air as he lights a cigarette and cracks the window open. you move to stand by his side, wrapping one soft curl around your finger. but he jerks his head away with a scowl.

“please. fuckin’- don’t. heads pounding.” he says firmly, then asks. “when’s- uh. when’s your class again?”

you shake your head, taking the cig from between his lips. “cancelled. professor’s kid has the flu. i was thinkin’ about staying for a while, yeah?”

he huffs angrily. “jesus! don’t you ever go home? always in my fuckin’ room-“

you cut him off with gentle words. “hey, hey! lip.” he looks up at you, the anger on his face relaxing into remorse. “you’re stressed out, yeah?”

he nods, running a hand through his messy curls. he’s fidgety. you hand him back his cig.

“hm, and overworked?”

he huffs out a half laugh and replies, “yeah. yeah.”

you offer him a sweet smile. “there we go. see? you can tell me what you’re feeling without gettin’ all mean.”

lip sighs, finally reaching out to place one rough palm against your cheek. he thumbs over your smooth skin, taking you in for a moment. “yeah, you’re right. m’sorry baby.”

you cover his hand with your own and lean into his touch. you keep your voice sweet and understanding, soothing his frustrations and worries with your words. “if you want some alone time, you just gotta tell me.” you pause, watching his face, then add. “d’you want me to go? i don’t mind. promise.”

he thinks for a moment before stubbing his cig out and shaking his head. his nervous hands find a blunt and a lighter, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as he goes. “jus’ stay here, an’ smoke this with me?”

you perch yourself on his desk, pulling him in by his belt loops so he stands between your legs. “sounds like a plan to me,” you murmur, squeezing his hand where it rests on your thigh. “how ‘bout a nap after? we got a few more hours ‘til dinner, and i love you but… you look like hell,” you say with a soft laugh.

his lips quirk into a smile around the blunt as he nods. as he exhales, you can see him starting to relax further. “fuckin’ exhausted,” he grumbles, passing you the blunt and dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “dunno what i’d do without you.”

“be a raging cunt to everyone.” you reply quickly, smirking at your own remark, and he laughs. it’s the first time you’ve heard him truly laugh all day.

“guess i deserved that one, huh.”

[tiddygame]

i’ve stared at this for so long that i now hate it and think ive lost all concept of how to write so take this and get it out of my google docs

the introduction is rough and the medical depictions (and accuracy/realism) could use some (a lot of) work but whatever! here it is, my vague yet still oddly specific idea of how the face reveal would go in @myriadblvck ’s streamer au:

tw: description of a panic attack? i think?

[this takes place post first irl meet but before they’re officially together]

imagine ghost has a glasgow smile but on one side they carved a little too deep and left some nerve damage. time and surgery helped, after which he could eat unimpeded and talk without a lisp, but there's still some facial nerve damage and/or skin contractures from scarring, specifically around the corner of his mouth.

now, everytime he smiles, be it shit eating grin or a full genuine joy filled smile that not even grumpy mcgrumperson could hold off, it always looks wrong because one corner doesn't raise fully like the other.

everything else is fine, there isn’t any facial paralysis, he just smiles… wrong. especially since only one eye properly squints when he smiles, giving him the look of someone who got stuck mid wink.

if he wants to look “normal” (or as normal as he could get it) he has to manually squint his other eye. still, it always felt weird; you don't realize how much those muscles affect the rest of your face until they're gone.

it's why he learned to always wear the mask.

when his expression is neutral, you don’t really notice it. if you can see his mouth when he talks however, it’s obvious that there’s something wrong. he wouldn’t say he’s necessarily ashamed of the scars and damage itself, but it’s the stares that are the worst. before he started hiding behind it, people would openly gawk or even glare at him as if he was some ne’er-do-well gang member that got what was coming to him.

he still remembers the cosmetic surgeon that had been talking to him about fixing the contractures— the whole appointment was a fucking nightmare. the cuts had healed nicely enough especially considering how bad it could have been; he was lucky to only need a little cosmetic help. the only reason he was there was so he could fucking eat food without struggling to open his mouth.

the doctor spent god knows how long breaking down everything wrong with his face like he was a fucking car mechanic lying about how dirty your filter is. the guy constantly mentioned that while he was under, they could also fix his jawline, do a rhinoplasty, trying to break him down to agree to more work.

he was already fuming my the time the doc brought up how kids would react. asking ghost if he wanted to scare children since “you cant expect the little youngins that are still learning about the world to not get scared by something scary,” and that “even some adults would cringe at the scarring.”

what stuck out most was the condescending smile he had when he said it. as if he was pointing out the obvious and ghost was being stupid and shortsighted by not agreeing.

he declined everything except what was medically necessary. the procedure went fine and after an aggravatingly long recovery period, he could eat solid foods again without issue. but the comments still stuck with him.

…okay, maybe he’s a little ashamed.

scaring kids with your face doesn’t feel good and being reminded of everything you’ve lost when you try to smile can really fuck you up in a way words fail to describe.

so yeah, he hates it. he’s gotten used to the mask, both skull clad balaclava and simple medical mask, being a permanent layer of armor. even now that he’s a bit more comfortable in his own skin it still feels wrong to pull it off.

when he gets close to soap, it still feels like a layer of vulnerability that he’ll never be prepared for.

the first time he let soap see his face, there hadn’t been any grandiose build up, no extravagant planning.

simon had arrived just a few hours earlier. he hated commercial flights with a burning passion but it was always worth it to see johnny.

with soaps twin out of town for the week, he had decided to take leave to spend time with his friend, a friend that he most certainly did NOT have a crush on (a disclaimer roach and gaz heard everytime they started snickering over ghost taking leave.)

johnny had cooked something nice and simple for dinner, saying that simon had spent too long with MREs and deserved real food (ghost only agreed if he was the one washing the dishes, soap had laughed and told him he's not so kind as to let him off the hook for chores).

when they ate, it was always in the living room with johnny taking care to always stay angled away from simon, never trying to catch a glimpse, regardless of how much he wanted to see what was under the mask. the obvious gesture of kindness and respect for his boundaries always left him feeling all weird and fuzzy inside. but, then again, johnny seemed pretty good at triggering that feeling in general.

their finished plates were on the coffee table and johnny was watching whatever dumb movie he had put on. he was pretty sure the man spent more time talking over it and making fun of everything than he did actually watching it (it was simon’s favorite way to watch a movie.)

ghost however, was watching soap. thinking.

in the end, it was an impulsive decision made after a strong three seconds of consideration.

“you uhm— you can look by the way,” ghost stared at the can of soda in his hands, immediately regretting the words.

“what?” soap didn’t fully turn, just shifted slightly to hear him better. a simple gesture to show he was listening without turning to face him. it normally made simon happy to see that johnny was more than willing to accommodate for his boundaries. now though it made him feel stupid for robbing johnny of a normal face to face conversation, a normal human interaction, just over his idiotic insecurities.

“my face, you—,” he felt his heart block his airway and tried clearing his throat before continuing, “you can look if you want,” christ he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. why was he getting so fucked up over this?

“are you sure?” he hadn’t turned yet, but ghost could see his pensive expression from here. this should be nothing. realistically, he knew johnny seeing his scars wouldn’t suddenly make him hate him… right?

“yes.”

but it was more than the fear of hatred, wasn’t it? he was scared that johnny would see him. see more than just the scars, see all of the ugly idiosyncrasies and insecurities laid bare. afraid that johnny would see the truth of how unlovable he was.

jesus he was getting so fucking worked up and dramatic over nothing.

ghost didn’t look up. he made an effort to not focus on his peripheral vision. he heard soap turn, heard the intake of breath. the silence was loud only for a second. then, deafening white noise surrounded him, inescapable, suffocating.

fuck.

he didn’t regret giving permission but god did he regret everything else; the stupid scars, the stupid nerve damage, the stupid way he had managed to fall for someone so fucking good like johnny while he was unequivocally unworthy of his love.

stop being so fucking dramatic. you are not together, never have been and never will be. reality was blatant in front of him but it didn’t stop his heart from foolishly hoping.

he heard soap stand and walk closer. saw from where he was still staring a hole in the can his feet step in front of his. saw johnny’s hands raise. he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and with a great deal of effort didn’t flinch when soaps fingers grazed his cheek.

both of his hands came up to cup his face, holding him and ever so slightly tilting his face up, giving him the chance to pull away. he didn’t. he may be a coward but he wasn’t backing down.

ghost eventually opened his eyes to see soap staring at him with wide eyes. he looked away, staring off to some point on the right. he hated not knowing what soap was thinking.

they stayed there for a while before soap broke the silence, muttering, “i fuckin knew you had freckles.”

it was stupid but it shocked a laugh out of ghost. he meant to drop his head, embarrassed that something so dumb made him laugh, but accidentally just pushed himself further into soaps hands making him blush.

he looked up and saw soap staring even harder than before. the chuckle died in his chest.

“do that again.”

ghost just gave him a confused look.

“smile.”

such a simple request, a one word sentence, but it set his face ablaze. his breath caught in his throat, somewhere around where his heart was still trying to choke him.

…he hadn’t thought it was that bad but soaps reaction indicated otherwise. fuck. was his it that awful? he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. this was stupid. he was stupid.

“simon,” of course, one word from johnny and it felt like he could breathe again.

“please?”

fucking goddamn soap and his stupid fucking puppy dog eyes and the way he has ghost wrapped around his fucking finger without even realizing.

ghost smiled. there was no real mirth, more a grimace than anything else. he just wanted to get this over with.

soap was still staring at him, his thumbs tracing his lips, following scars, drawing imaginary lines between freckles… if he wasn't so terrified it might have felt nice.

“Christ,” ghosts heart cracked more, “you weren't lying when you said you were beautiful.”

ghost huffed a laugh and went back to staring off to the right, the fake smile dropping. of course soap would try to lighten the mood with a joke.

his panic fled as quickly as it had consumed him, now just left sitting in soap's living room, face still cradled in caring hands, resigned to his mistakes.

he felt so tired and johnny's hands felt so inviting.

“i wasn't joking,” soap looked…upset? angry? wait— fuck, what’d he do?

ghost stared back at soap, confused and tired. soaps nails felt the grooves of the scar, catching where the skin was raised and lowered.

“you don't have to lie, soap. im a grown man. I'm not fragile. you don't need to coddle me,” ghost said it like it was a joke, hoping soap would laugh along and that this would all just blow over. that tomorrow morning they could forget this ever happened.

“are you calling me a liar?” soap’s brow furrowed. great. instead, he had managed to make everything worse and piss off soap as well.

ghost took in a deep breath, giving himself another shot at calming things down, “no, I'm not. I think you're lying, but you're not a liar,” he stood and stepped to the side, grabbing their dirty plates and walking them to the kitchen sink, “you just don't want to upset me, it's fine. I get it. you're a nice person but you don't have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“I am not fucking lying!” as per usual, all ghost had managed to do was make things worse. there’s a reason he had decided to stick to the battlefield and give up on domesticity.

“well alright then. agree to disagree,” he turned the kitchen tap and started rinsing the dishes, waiting for the water to heat up. just walk away. end it there. let us forget about this stupid blunder and move on. please just leave it. please, please, please—

“no.”

the force behind it damn near made ghost drop the plate he was holding. he managed to set it in the sink carefully and turned to face soap, who was now in the kitchen as well.

“i— I'm not just gonna fucking— simon,” soap took in a deeper breath and went to continue but ghost was faster.

“johnny,” he interrupted, walking forward with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, approaching slowly.

one last chance to not fuck everything up.

“the fact is they're called deformities for a reason. they're not cute. they're not pretty. they're your body’s way of healing what it can and protecting what it can't. it's not meant to look nice, it's just—”

“bullshit they’re not pretty! says fucking who?” the genuine distress in soap’s voice and force behind his words caught him off guard. “simon—”

he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, pulling slightly at the strands. christ, ghost needs to shut the fuck up. every single time he speaks he just upsets soap more and more.

he needs to retake his hostage negotiations courses. clearly he has forgotten everything about how to diffuse a situation.

johnny takes another second to breathe and collect his thoughts before he speaks.

“simon. I know that— that ‘this’ isn't something that's going to fix itself overnight and I don't expect it to. but, ‘the fact is,’ I think you're pretty.”

ghost opens his mouth to disagree but johnny doesn’t let him.

“no no,” johnny put his hand over simon’s mouth, shocking him into silence. he blinks twice, stupefied.

“i think— no. I know you're pretty. cute even. beautiful is a given but obviously worth mentioning.”

his hand moved to cup simon’s cheek. ghost grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him, wether it was a warning or encouragement he himself didn’t know.

johnny continued, unperturbed, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right?”

there was a pause and simon realized he wanted an answer.

“johnny-”

“ah ah!” his hand moved back to cover his mouth, grabbing his face and shaking his head back and forth, over accentuating his words, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right? yes or no.”

he stopped shaking him and moved his hand back to simon’s cheek. simon sighed, defeated, “yes. you are right.”

johnny looked smug, “good. and what do you say when i give you a compliment you don’t agree with?”

simon sputtered, “wha— i don't fucking know—”

“nothing! you don’t say anything!” soap looked way too proud of himself and he continued, “or thank you if you feel so inclined.”

“that was a trick question,” simon replied eventually.

johnny thumbed over his scars once more, again tracing them, “sure it was. now go take a shower.”

he patted his cheek twice and walked to the hallway.

“wait,” johnny probably shook the few remaining brain cells out of his head. “this whole conversation ends with you telling me that I stink?”

“yes. rancid,” johnny opened the door to the linen closet. simon was still in the kitchen. the tap was still running.

“no dipshit, do you not remember telling me that commercial planes makes you feel gross?” johnny threw a towel at him, which he caught just in time for johnny to hit him with a bath rag.

ghost had mentioned that… ages ago, he thinks. on facetime with each other, discussing the merits of bathrooms on public transport. he had said that enclosed, crowded spaces like commercial planes or buses made him feel, well, gross. how—or why—did he remember that?

“but… I’m supposed to wash the dishes?” a weak argument against the stubbornness he was faced with but simon had officially lost track of his mind and this conversation.

johnny shot him a weird look as he walked back towards the kitchen sink. simon still hadn’t moved.

“did you think i was being serious earlier?”

“yes???” he felt like he had been given a lobotomy.

johnny decided to take pity on him and explained in a soft voice that felt out of place, “i was being sarcastic. i’m not going to make you wash the dishes, simon.”

“but that was the agreement: you cook and i wash the dishes.”

johnny laughed as if he remembered something funny, “yeah, i lied.”

simon still stood there, trying to figure out if he had a stroke. johnny had been angry, completely pissed at him, but now was letting him off the hook and calling him pretty? what the fuck is happening?

johnny turned him and pushed him towards the hallway. simon could have resisted but his resolve always seems to crumble around johnny mactavish.

“now go shower, you beautiful bastard,” soap grabbed one of the plates out of the sink and started washing it with water that had probably heated ages ago.

ghost walked towards the bathroom, feeling like he was on autopilot, limbs disconnected from his brain. his cheek still felt… odd? weird? tingly?

it felt something from where johnny had grabbed it. ghost thinks… he thinks he likes the feeling, whatever it is.

he needs to sleep.

[luvrbug]

Hi! Your imagine was so cute 😭😭😭

If requests are still open, could you do the same boys reacting to the reader developing feelings for them and confessing?

Like, seeing how they react and how long it takes for them to finally accept the readers feelings by confessing they feel the same?

I hope you have a good day! ✨

🙏🥲

FIRST OP REQUEST !!! thank you sm :] ive been checking my box every 5 minutes LOL.

WARNING; general kidd violence in his, marineford spoilers in luffy's

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Law

▸ Falling for Law is easy. Sure, he's rough and abrasive on the outside, but he is just. the most loving protective person ever on the inside. Especially of you're part of his crew.

▸ Law pretends like its difficult to get into his heart, and to some it probably is, but to his crew? He's an open book. He overworks himself constantly, refuses to sleep, eats once in a blue moon ...

▸ safe to say, Law is a mess. I can see him as the type to have feelings for you looooong before you develop feelies for him. He keeps quiet, knowing that these feelings aren't appropriate to have twoards his nakama.

▸ If you start to take care of him (like bringing him food, tea, coffee, fussing at him to sleep) Law isn't dense enough to completely ignore what this means. He still keeps his feelings locked away, he doesn't want to put you in more danger. Being part of his crew brings enough misfortune upon you.

▸ The confession takes place in a tiny, battered tavern on some one-village island. Law is as tipsy as he can allow himself to be, and you're almost blackout drunk.

▸ His walls are softer, and he feels safe enough that he can sit a little too close for a captain and shipmate. His golden eyes are staring into yours, and without warning you lean forward and kiss him. Directly on the lips.

▸ Law is stunned. The shocked expression doesn't leave his face while he listens to you drunkenly wax poetic about how much you love him. He knew you felt .. more than friendship, but definitely not .... this for him.

▸ Before you can spew more embarrassing nonsense, Law kisses you. Operation; success. (penguin, shiachi, and bepo are all celebrating in the background. such supportive friends.)

Kidd + Luffy under the cut!

Kidd

▸ He's not the easiest person to get along with. Kidd knows this. He's proud of it! Getting close to him is a feat in itself, but falling for him? An emotional triathlon.

▸ Kidd is even worse about the tsundere act than law. He spews the absolute MEANEST insults to his friends but he would decapitate someone for making you cry.

▸ Kidd is loyal and committed. He cares a lot about his crew, his few friends, and will stick to an alliance if all terms are met. He values the bonds he has even if he really sucks at maintaining them.

▸ The best way to show Kidd you care is to compliment his work, let him brood uninterrupted, and be just snappy enough to give him a good laugh.

▸ Kidd falls HARD. Especially if youve been showing him extra special attention. He gets all mushy and warm on the inside when he's around you and becomes 10x spikier in your presence. (the blush on his face is REALLY obvious, though)

▸ You will have to confess before Kidd literally explodes. Nothing fancy, or large. Maybe just walking into his workshop with a plate from dinner + kissing his cheek.

▸ However, if Killer somehow manages to wrangle Kidd into admitting his feelings, he will confess first. (because he has to beat you, obviously). Its rushed, screamed, and probably ends with your face being squished into his. (Killer is .. proud?)

Luffy

▸ LUFFY IS SO EASY TO LOVE. He's so open and honest and loyal and upbeat that its just !! impossible to not develop some sort of feeling for him. its crazy how lovable this squishy boy is.

▸ Loving luffy can be .. equally frustrating. With how much danger he constantly is getting into it feels like he doesn't value his own life. He's so willing to put himself on the line for his crew, for YOU.

▸ Luffy happily bears his heart to you. All emotions, feelings, thoughts just fly out of his mouth with no concern for anything. If he likes you romantically, you'll know. He's probably blurting something out along the lines of "i just want to squeeze you all the time" or "you smell nice" or even an embarrassing "i wonder what you tatse like" ... he cannot shut up to save his literal life.

▸ The confession has to come from you. its simple, quiet (until luffy starts screaming), and very, very cuddly.

[thrasheraxe]

Ahhh, what a thrill!! 🙈✨

I wanna request a James/Reader story. The reader is biologically female, but is gender fluid but usually likes to be treated like a boy.

The story would be about his first time. It would start out soft and end up rough.

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Thanks and sorry for my English. 🤧

hetfield x gender fluid reader

weee woo!! thank you for this one!! im not gender fluid myself but ill give it my best go!!🫶

thinking current james and these images because DUHHH

cw: smut, talk of gender identity, virginity, age difference

prompt: genderfluid reader who is an illustrator working at the park one day, when they come across garage owning James, unbeknownst to the reader he was also in a local band

sitting on a park bench watching the world go by and drawing the scenery around you was one of your favourite ways to relax. there was no judgement there, dressed in a baggy hoodie and jeans you had no fear. even if you were masc presenting today its not like strangers would notice or even care, they just thought of you as some guy on the park bench and that made you happy.

coming out as genderfluid had been hard on you, it wasn't easy to find anyone so accepting or even just understanding, so you'd take your comfort elsewhere. it was no small feat and it was even harder to find like minded individuals, you often thought of others like you and wished to make them not feel as alone as you did.

you almost didn't notice the larger man approaching you, headphones in and staring intently at the forest line trying to capture every detail. he pats you on the shoulder lightly, an older gentleman something you weren't expecting. most of the interaction you'd had at this place was from sweet old ladies who would ask for the time.

cigar in hand and a cowboy hat on his head (which was out of place for the city but it worked for him), he stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes and a bright smile while you took out your earphones. a slight confused expression as you spoke softly.

"uhm..hello?"

"oh sorry darl, didn't mean to spook you, i was just strolling past and noticed your drawings, they are very impressive, can i take a look?" his voice was soft and calming. hesitantly you passed him the sketchpad sheets you were working on.

“wow…i mean wow..” he strokes his finger over the linework lightly, just adoring it. his smile is still bright and as you look at him, you realise this man is stunningly beautiful. even this is enough to make you blush.

“this is fantastic, you work as an illustrator?”

“n-no, it’s mainly something i keep to myself, i uh, work in retail.” you cringe at your own words sounding meek and uninteresting.

“well…can you draw anything or are you just into nature?” his tone kind as he looked directly at you. he had no judgement at all.

“uh yeah i mean i can always try can’t i?”

“well, i actually run an autoshop, and ive been looking for something to spruce up the walls a bit, you think you’d be able to design something for me? not for free of course”

you grin at his suggestion, the mere thought alone of someone enjoying your work was insane but now wanting to pay for it? it was some sort of blasphemy in your eyes.

“of course! i could do that. could probably get it done in a few hours”

“amazing, thank you sweetheart, james by the way. if you think you could get something done that quick, why don’t you come by the Luxe downton? my band is actually playing there.”

He had a huge grin on his face and he was clearly proud of himself for that subtle mention. his gaze not leaving your eyes.

“yeah that’d be really fun.” you smile sheepishly and nod. you also pause and tell him your name with a laugh, realising you’d neglected to mention it.

“great see you at eight” still with that grin on his face, he winks and walks off leaving you in awe of this mysterious and handsome individual.

it didn’t take you long to get home and in the fully lit presence of your desk, bubbling with inspiration you sketch up something. it was nice, in a weird way he’d inspired you with his compliment but you kept it simple. this was for a stranger after all, a simple sketch of an old ‘67 chevy impala, carefully shaded in and small subtle details. you sign your name and get ready for the night, time escaping you faster than you’d thought.

as you arrived, hair done and settling with a slightly nicer combination of jeans and a button up, you plop yourself down at the bar looking out for james. it wasn’t until the first notes of an unfamiliar song that you see him on the stage, he gives you a subtle smile and a nod.

you sat there taking in the environment and enjoying the set they played, bopping your head along and nursing a drink. his voice was actually quite spectacular which added to your already slight attraction to this man.

after he had finished, he made his way over to you, beer in hand with a grin.

“hey there sweetheart.”

“hi” you answer nervously, quick to reach for your bag and grab the drawing out of it, meticulously glued to a piece of card and protected by a sleeve as not to damage it. he takes it out of your hand and with one look his eyes widened.

“wow! this is…amazing…thank you so much, darlin’, let me know how I can repay you?”

you smile brightly and shake your head, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks

“no, no. that’s okay! i actually had a lot of fun, it was nice to work on something different for a change.”

“least let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“that’d be really nice, thank you”

for the next few hours you’d spent time drinking together, you both talked about his band, your ambitions, your identity since he was very curious. he asked a lot of questions, respectfully of course and you answered them with grace. his willingness to learn made you feel a bit fuzzy inside as no one had ever treated you that way.

you find yourself getting over your aversion to eye contact, willingly staring into his eyes as he spoke about his hobbies and his musical influences. he notices your stare and grins to himself. taking a mental note, he changes the subject to loved ones and is surprised to hear you’ve never dated anyone. you were young sure, but he didn’t expect you to have no experience atall.

“really? thats…interesting.”

“are you making fun of me?” you say raising your eyebrow and glaring playfully. feeling the buzz from the last few drinks.

“no…no. just something crossed my mind is all. shouldn’t’ve but it did” he says softly, his body language a bit more serious and he looked slightly embarrassed.

you look at the time on your phone, 1 am. you’re feeling buzzed and james is looking very fine, screw it. you move closer and sit next to him, thighs pressed to one another and your face flushed. so what if it was your first time? this man was too beautiful to pass on.

“jealous are we james?”

your sudden confidence and proximity threw him for a loop, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. “pardon?”

“you heard me. jealous? wishing it was your cock buried deep inside me? giving me that wonderful feeling for the first time?”

“fuuck…you don’t waste any time do you?”

“guess i’m just feeling a bit out there and lucky tonight, james.”

the way you kept saying his name made him squirm in his seat, the thought of you sat on his lap, fucking like rabbits and him giving you your first time was overwhelming. when suddenly he stood, held out his hand and not saying anything.

you take it gracefully, grinning to yourself. the reality of the situation not quite kicking in yet as the alcohol made you feel fuzzy. he pulls you to his side, snaking an arm around your waist, chucking some money on the table and walking like a man on a mission.

15 minutes later and a tense taxi drive, where he’d been struggling not to take you right there or even just touch you a little bit, you arrive at a hotel. he rushes you in, holding onto you as if you’d run off if he let go. the silence was deafening.

in the elevator, he just looked down at you with a grin, a gentle hand coming up to lift your chin, his eyes piercing into you once again as he finally spoke.

“you really wanna go through with this?”

“more than anything.”

a moment later his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, hands nestled at the small of your back. you kiss him back with a little more force, the heat in the room rising. he begins to trail soft kisses down your neck before biting ever so slightly at the crook.

“oh fuck..”

he laughs heartily hearing you curse under your breath and brings a hand to your chin again, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip and tapping at as if he was mimicking something in his own mind.

“you’ve got such pretty lips, know that?”

too distracted by his gaze at your lips, you fail to answer as you bring tour own hands up his sides slipping under his shirt and scratching at his back in need, producing a breathy groan from his own lips. his head tilting back slightly as he felt your nails dig into his flesh.

you take this moment to start kissing his neck, your own body trembling at this point as you’d never really gotten past a small kiss with anyone before. he could definitely tell, by the way your lips moved hesitantly along his neck, awkwardly sucking and biting at random areas. a furious red blush on your face and your brows knotted together in concentration.

he shook his head and laughed, lifting your face away with his hand.

“let me show you sweetheart.”

his lips trailed your neck, finding that sweet spot and at first he just places sweet kisses there, slowly but surely he takes a little bit of skin in between his lips and nibbles, letting you feel each sensation. soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved, taking this as a sign he bit harder. you let out a moan and grip his shoulders lightly.

“you like that hun? so cute” he purred in your ear. the ding of the elevator pulling you both out of this heated moment. you break apart and stare up at him, the swift transition of him grabbing you and ending up in the hotel room, clothes being tugged at during another heated makeout session makes your head spin

heart racing you look at him with doe eyes. which makes him curse under his breath and compose himself. sitting back on his knees.

“cmere pretty boy, lets take this your pace huh darl?”

you nod, that nervous feeling welling up inside, sitting up you start to unbutton his shirt, trailing your fingers down his exposed chest and placing kisses there. appreciative groans leaving his lips as he caresses your neck with his thumb. need building up inside himself now, he was struggling at how teasingly slow this was moving. if it was any other person, he would’ve just pinned them to the wall and fucked them violently chasing his own high. but even though you were pretty much a stranger to him, he didn’t want you to regret this. you were so sweet looking and nervous.

eventually after extended amounts of strained eye contact and lustful gazes you make your way to his jeans, unbuckling his belt as he stroked through your hair with his big hand. you pull the fabric down and gasp at the way his cock bounces back, hitting his stomach and throbbing, dripping with precum. he takes it his hands and strokes it a few times, thumbing over the tip, collecting the liquid.

he grins and offered his thumb to you.

“wanna taste it darl?”

“yes” you say tentatively taking it and sucking the tip. with a groan he watches you swirl your tongue around it, cursing under his breath.

“fuck can’t take it any longer, i need you baby, that okay?”

you don’t say anything, just start tugging his jeans down completely, you focus on your own and then pull him on top of you, fiercely making out with him, whimpers escaping your lips.

he sits back up and pulls your thighs apart, gently stroking through your folds, his hands glistening with your wetness.

“need it james…please”

he groans at the sounds you make and your desperate words. he doesn’t take a breath before lining up with your entrance, looking at you for approval. you nod and he leans over stroking your cheek sweetly.

“this gonna hurt a little bit okay? just relax for me, you’re doing so good already ,pretty boy.”

before you can react, he pushes just the tip in, letting you adjust as he stares down at you. you hiss in pain and grip his shoulder tightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, speaking softly

“it’s okay, i know i know. breathe sweet boy, we can just stay like this a moment, yeah?”

one big hand drifts down to your clit, circling slowly and applying some pressure. your head tips back slightly letting out a strained moan.

“ready, james. just do it…please?”

barely able to control himself, he continues working with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he pushes himself to the hilt.

“fuck!” you moan loudly, with his accompanying groan, he starts to move, slowly and gently holding you. it takes you a minute to get used to the feeling but when you do, your body trembles all over, frantic moans escaping your lips. he strokes your hair and keeps kissing your neck tenderly.

“god you feel so fucking good darl, so good…”

his words send you into overdrive, feeling the need for more, you buck against him. your teeth find its way to his shoulder and you bite down, whispering pleas. his demeanour switches, seemingly not being able to control himself at feeling you clench down on him. so soft and warm, he just starts moving faster, his hips stuttering, watching your face to make sure it’s okay.

“fuck…yes…shit…james…feels so good” your words escaping as whines as you stare up at him. you could see his expression become more desperate as soft moans tumble from him. his grasp getting tighter and he grits his teeth.

“so good for me, god..shit i don’t know if i can hold back anymore. so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. drivin me insane”

you lean up and bite his earlobe before whispering “so don’t. i can handle it.”

it was like something had snapped in him, he heaves your thighs up over his waist and hastily shoving a pillow underneath you. slamming his hips into yours and grabbing your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave bruises for sure. your hands reach up and tug at his white hair, your sounds only growing louder which was like music to his ears. he was out of control, slamming back down on you and pulling out before repeating the process, like it was his own first time too.

“fuck look so good taking me , honey. you like that? getting fucked so hard by this fat old cock? hm? gushing round me baby.”

“yes yes fuck fuck…i can’t” you whine, in a stroke of adrenaline you guide his hand back to your clit, pushing yourself further on him. he gladly continues swirling, his fingers moving at the same pace as his hips. hitting you so deep you could feel it in your stomach.

“gonna cum in you, pretty boy. wanna make you remember this forever, gonna ruin you for anybody else.”

this sends you into primal need, borderline fucking yourself on him as you whimper in his ear.

“fuck yeah, fucking ruin me. fill me. need it so bad james…so fucking close.”

“god you are fucking filthy i love it” he growls, slamming harder into you, his body not being able to hold back. his thrusts become messy as you chase that high together. whispering obscenities to each other and grabbing at wherever you can reach.

the sensation comes faster than you’d ever felt before, like a rollercoaster dropping down a peak, your legs begin to shake and you scream out his name. he takes this as a challenge and moves at an impossible pace, cumming hard inside. growling in your ear and pulling at your hair lightly.

“so fucking good, darl. oh fuck I can’t get enough. no, i think i’ll be seeing more of you. mm ill teach you everything.”

[turkfra]

Alright to start this ask off I'm just gonna say my interactions w/ you have genuenly been one of the funniest ive had in a long ass time. I've read ur recent post and I empathyse a lot. You seem incredibly funny and genuine. Idk your situation and your background and even your age, but I think you can and are pulling through. Things will get better even if you dont actively want them to. Im not saying this in a vague hope to make the situation you are in better. Im telling you, as a person who from the age of 14 went from therapist to therapist, somehow been on meds that dont fuckin exist yet in croatia, someone who feels trapped in the very /country/ she lives in with no means of escape, someone who is "waiting" for things to finally financially/academicaly/politicaly be better so that I can make something of my life. As it did for me, you will feel joy again in what you do, in what you have, and in what you can achieve. I think it's ok to be down, its ok to feel like "if a bus hit me tomorrow i wouldnt protest" but the thing about people is we adapt rather quickly. So putting yourself out there, going to places you are scared to and believe yourself to be an outcast from is exactly what gets you to meet people and see things that youll remember forever. And after a while the outcast will stop coming to these places, the person there will be someone who belongs. Apathy is a way of saying "fine whatever i dont even care anymore" but youll see how much you care.

I started getting ok after a full decade of *trying* and what I've always found is that for me the saying "don't take anything seriously" is no.1 rule. I get worked up, anxious and overwhelmed with so much so many times.

You may have problems with people at work with friends and whomever, but the main thing you gotta remember is *you cant change anyone but yourself*

And its not a change of personality, hair color, interests, its how much something will get to you, how willing are you to give something up thats not working out and how you will percieve something.

I have no doubt that you know all of this crap but i guess i wanted to say all of that just bc there is no greater pain for me than when i see someone feel like i did regardless of the reason or situation.

Keep on truckin and doing what u love even if its mpregfrance posting. I will always be here to send you to liking-france-jail, mwah <3

hello my sweaty angle <3 i'm sorry i'm just replying to this now. i had to sleep on it because your thoughtfulness deserves a sincere reply.

first of all - thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so kind, sweet and insightful and offering your support.

the fact that you would take the precious time out of your day to write this out for me is, in a word, unbelievable. i really appreciate you checking in, it's an incredibly caring thing to do. to be honest i'm a little overwhelmed by the magnitude of this unexpected message and i wish i knew how better to express my appreciation.

i really do love to hear that i made you laugh. i live to shitpost. i've always prided myself on my sense of humor and sometimes i feel as if it's slipping away, so it's reliving to hear i've still got it.

unfortunately i still haven't had the strength to eat. i'm heading to work in a bit. things are pretty rough right now, but when have they not been? obviously my present circumstances aren't the root cause of all my problems. in fact my life has improved since moving here.

extensive bianca lore and vulnerability under the cut, apologies in advance.

basically, in so few words, my current situation is that i'm nearly 25 and have nothing to show for it. i've lived in different cities across the US, had great jobs, apartments, friends, roommates, relationships, etc. i have done a lot of living in a short amount of time. but then, in retrospect, it feels like it stopped.

about 3 years ago i was in a very bad place mentally due to the isolation of the pandemic, and i met my husband online. in early 2022 i gave up everything, saved over $10k for the visa and moving costs, and relocated from the US to australia to live with him. our relationship itself has improved from how it used to be, but since the beginning we've had seemingly endless bad luck and financial setbacks.

last year, not long after our (very disappointing) wedding, i suffered a devastating miscarriage. ruptured ectopic, massive internal bleeding, required emergency surgery etc. not only was that traumatic emotionally, but i wasn't eligible for healthcare at the time bc of my immigration status, so we're still paying off the medical bill.

we share a house with my mother in law who is a domineering, emotionally incestuous single mom and an emotionally abusive narcissist. i don't throw that term around lightly, as so many people do these days, but i honestly believe she's devoid of empathy. she's admitted that she dislikes me and thinks i'm stupid because i don't talk much, and goes out of her way to make me feel unwelcome.

so i'm stuck in an area that feels, to me, like the middle of nowhere. i'm not homesick, i love this country. it's just that i'm not used to suburbs. i feel most comfortable in a city where there's people and places and things, neon lights and background noise and stuff to do.

i'd would be happy to live anywhere as long as it's not with her. it honestly feels like a prison sometimes. that sounds dramatic but she's cultivating an unbelievably hostile environment that causes me to feel on edge whenever she's around.

needless to say we need to move, desperately. it's our #1 priority. more than anything else i want a place of our own and eventually a family. we've been actively househunting for the better part of a year, but the rental market is catastrophically bad right now. it's not even about the money, since we're both working we can afford a decent place. it's just that it's so competitive. every showing i've attended, there's been like 30 other prospective tenants. we've been turned down from every apartment we've applied for.

on top of our living situation i have complex health issues that are just getting worse. my energy is zapped. trying to balance work work and housework leaves me with almost no free time to write.

this barely scratches the surface of why I Am The Way That I Am™. i'm not saying any of this to evoke sympathy or brag about 'having it hard'. simply trying to explain. my upbringing was abusive and dysfunctional in a number of ways. i just barely graduated high school. i never had traditional opportunities, i was raised in a way where there's basically no assumption/expectation that you'll ever be successful or fulfilled. i'm diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD and bipolar 2 - haven't been able to get my proper meds in australia. i've been addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. i'm not pleasant to be around. i will probably always look like and act like the lower class, white trash girl that i am. i have spent my entire life in survival mode.

i'm always in the midst of some identity crisis or running away from something. so yeah, i've been hurt and downtrodden. i've also experienced the beautiful side of life from time to time. i've gained a breadth of knowledge and met incredible individuals who introduced me to new perspectives and i'm forever grateful for them. with the way i've lived, i'm very lucky to not be dead or incarcerated right now.

ok, pity party's over. for real this time.

you're pretty much describing exactly how i feel. you know the struggle. the part about waiting to live my life; that's precisely where i'm at. i don't necessarily have a desire to fit in, i just want to get away into somewhere that i can adjust better to.

my isolation is partially due to a lack of energy but also i don't seek out interaction because i'm afraid no one else can understand me. not because i believe i'm too 'complex' or 'damaged' to be understood. that's a load of self-pitying bullshit. it's just scary to be truly seen. or vulnerable. or genuine. bc the results of such openness are unpredictable and uncomfortable.

it's hard, but i know i have to find it within myself to take that push. what's holding me back right now is mainly my material conditions, circumstances out of my direct control. i have no doubt i'll feel at least 50% better when i stop living with this woman.

i certainly have no problem with starting over if something doesn't work for me. contrary to what i might've described, i believe i'm pretty well adjusted, self aware and rational. as is obvious i don't take many things that seriously lmao. i went from caring wayyy too much about everything, being overly emotional and sensitive, to going entirely with the flow and accepting what i can't control or predict.

also i am well aware that you can't change people, that's never been my goal lmao i've never needed someone to tell me that <3

tl;dr, thank you. so much. this really uplifted and inspired me meli, thank you so much for being so thoughtful and compassionate.

it sounds like you're also stuck between a rock and a hard place in your own environment, and i'm sorry to hear that. it's a wretched feeling but i believe you you will thrive no matter the setting, because in all seriousness, you're incredibly talented. i hope you know you should follow your dreams. hell, it looks like you already are and you're giving us the privilege of witnessing it. your art is stunning, the passion and care you put into your work is obvious. your matthew is absolutely beautiful - like his maman.

from a rabidly devoted france woobifier to the designated france hater, i'm only going to say this once but you are validated in your distaste. i understand. you gotta admit though, he is a MILF.

if one thing is certain i will never stop frussyposting. in fact right now i am thinking about france hetalia big fat juicy boobies mmmm milky squishy. i'm giving her a teensy tiny little slut waist and childbearing hips. i would give him a brazilian butt lift but he doesn't even need it!!!

if that is a crime then lock me up. please. strap on the handcuffs and throw me in the crate for naughty little freaks teeheehee >:3

be careful tho. if you keep sending me gay ass love letters like this they're gonna start shipping toxic yuri melianca even harder <3

[jazzafterhours]

thinking about sebastian and anders lately

rape play / consensual non-consent, processing trauma through kink

so ive thought a lot about sebastian's Issues With Demons. the desire demon plays a big role in his personal mission and, especially being so connected to the chantry, he's very disturbed by the encounter. then in the quest night terrors, he refuses to go into the fade because thats "no place" for him, i cant remember his exact dialogue but he words it as more of a general thing than a personal thing. this could be a real character opinion, or it could easily be a development issue, more of a "we dont have the time and resources to add extra content to that quest for him" thing but i like to think of it as a him having personal struggles with facing the fade and demons that he hides behind a more broad statement. as a man of faith, and someone whose family died because of a demon's involvement, demons are truly nightmarish. he's also a man with personal demons, and has given into temptation before. he could fear a demon using this against him, might be afraid that his will is weak. most demons go after mages, but it seems desire ones dont need a mage in particular to get exactly what they want

i could see him really getting in his head about it, and needing an outlet. he needs to explore what might make him susceptible to giving in, he needs to combat his fears by expressing them, he needs a chance to process some things in a safe environment. he needs to exorcise the demon, metaphorically, so he doesnt have to fear demons, literally.

then there's anders, who has experienced abuse at the hands of templars. anders who is too familiar with being a victim, and he's full of anger about it. he would never, ever do anything like that to another person, but maybe he has fantasies about being the one whos getting the better of someone else. of taking and keeping control, of knowing he cannot be overruled. theres catharsis to be had in a scenario where he's wholly in charge, getting a chance to really internalize that he's free and can choose for himself. in a way, getting to play a dominant role here makes it easier for him to allow himself vulnerability later.

the scene is that anders is a lust demon who is preying on sebastian's secret desires, all the things he used to partake in but has sworn off. sebastian fights back, he resists temptation, and anders takes what he wants anyway. it feels real. sebastian does experience flashes of fear--anders is legitimately dangerous, and the scene is intense. sebastian gets to experience and then release that fear. anders gets to forget, for a while, that he ever had to be afraid.

they know from negotiation and prior sex with each other that they can be rough, they can fight each other, can bruise each other, can even draw a bit of blood and anders will heal it after (or sebastian may want to keep some of it, as long as it isnt a risk. he likes the physical reminder of what he "withstood").

they can be soft with each other though, too. anders can go slow and sweet, ask sebastian if he likes having a demon fuck him like a lover. the scene feels real, but it isn't entirely, they're doing this because they want to, so yeah sebastian does enjoy it. he can resist and he can give in eventually, let anders fuck him to exhaustion. he gets to experience what it might be like to give into an actual demon and be satisfied in the end without any real danger. anders gets to feel liberated and let go of his own fear, gets to process something similar to what he's been through, but from the position that won't just trigger him.

in aftercare, they reiterate that they trust each other, and thats how any of this could work in the first place. anders would not be able to take such an aggressive role without believing sebastian was good with what they were doing and would stop him if he needed to. sebastian wouldn't be able to make himself vulnerable if he didn't believe anders has no real desire to hurt him. both of them feel lighter. theyve gotten messy things out of their head and put them into straightforward action that they can move on from. sebastian feels more steady and confident, anders feels more relaxed.

i think they'd only do something like this once, and then contently move on from it. theyve gotten it off their chests and feel better for it

[heartofwritiing]

always come for you: snippet

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

a/n: im sorry if anything is confusing but this is just a small snippet! you guys are not ready for this fic… ive honestly been working my ass off for about a month planning it out and i have so many notes and rough dafts (my room looks like a crazy conspiracy place with the sticky notes lol) and it's turning out to be this really long piece. not sure when ill be done exactly but be ready for this because omg I am putting my heart and soul into this..

warning(s): rough draft so unedited! mentions of thanos, the snap/blip, reader has anxiety and a bit of ptsd, a flash back to the snap, i had to google translate spanish so im sorry if its wrong please please let me know if it is!! I think that's it enjoy!!

playlist (yes i made one)

IM SO EXCITED HERE WE GOO

It’s been weeks. Nothing had been heard from any of your family back on Earth. Makkari stands below a hologram of a map of where the Domo was drifting through space. You and Druig sat by side on one of Phastos’ old work tables snacking on some grapes you had brought on your journey. Your shoulders pressed together left no space between you both, it wasn't uncommon for you to be this close considering you’ve been together a long time.

“It doesn't worry you?” you question popping the red fruit in your mouth, the sweetness flowing into your taste buds. 

“What?” Druig asks, eating one as well, not looking away from the hologram.

“That we haven't heard from Sersi since we left,” you say.

“I'm sure they’re fine. We're probably too far out for any signal to reach them,” he suggests.

You shook your head in doubt. You weren't buying it, something was off and it filled you with high anxiety levels. The nightmares you’d been having recently weren't helping your thoughts on this either. Almost every night since you came back to the Domo, you’d been having these very vivid dreams about Arishem coming and taking away everything you held most dear. You would wake up screaming, tears rolling down your face every time and Druig would be there when you woke to comfort you. If something was amiss would Sersi or even Phastos contact you about it? What if Airshem had discovered what you’d all done at succeeding in stopping Timut? Would he lay his judgment upon you all or worse Earth?

You couldnt have that happen, if no one else would say it you would. You had to go back as soon as possible. You stood from your seat next to Druig and stepped to the middle of the room and crossed your arms, Makkari noticed the worried expression on your face.

“This doesn't sit right with me, we have to go back,” you said, while also signing for Makkari.

She agrees with you expressing how she was also having a bad feeling. Suddenly Makkari halted and glanced behind you. before you could ask you sensed a source of energy coming from the hall behind you. You saw from the corner of your sight how Thena tensed up from her relaxed position and summoned her spear and shield. You bulked up clenching your hands into fists, surging your power into your hands as it tingled all throughout your skin. Druig on the other hand looked at the three of you in confusion while he munched on his sandwich, oblivious to the danger you three ladies sensed practically immediately. 

A figure with pointy ears had suddenly teleported through the room with a loud crash as he landed face-first onto the floor. Your hands glowed brighter as you stood prepared for anything that was about to come, if it was a fight so be it. The stranger cackled and stood up on its two feet as it mumbled something about drunk teleporting. You were about to question who he was and what he wanted. He held his hand up and cleared his throat. 

As if imitating a fanfare he started speaking. 

“Behold, the royal prince of Titan,” 

Another portal appeared in the threshold of the lab, casting a rainbowish glow when another figure walked through as the elf creature continued. 

“Brother of Thanos, the Knave of Hearts, defeater of Black Robert..” 

“Roger.” the voice corrected. 

The name Thanos didn’t slip past you, the name sent chills down your spine, and fear seeped into your chest. You’ve heard the name numerous times before, it plagued your mind for five years and whoever this was, was the brother of the most feared alien in the galaxy. Druig caught the distressed look in your eyes, he knew that name was like a stab to the chest for you, and for many others across the universe. You had lost so many people to the snap who were very dear to you. Druig had never seen you like that, so lost and hopeless that he was scared he lost you to the darkness when you had first shown up at his compound in the Amazon five years ago. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

You opened a portal and touched down on wet soil. There was a heavy downpour of rain coming down on you soaking your spandex but you didn't care, it wasn't important. The air smelled of the earth as you took off in a sprint toward the small familiar village a few feet away. You hadn't been here in over three years but it still looked the same, with the old wooden buildings that hadn't been renovated in over twenty years still standing firm. You ran through the courtyard past people who were weeping in despair. 

They cried out to the skies above in their native language, to the gods above, why, why was this happening? but there was no reply and you knew why. You knew exactly what was happening, it was like a ripple effect around the universe all transpiring simultaneously. A wave of defeat on you and your team for failing… Strange had said this was it, the endgame but how could something like this possibly be the outcome of victory? 

You felt numb watching your new friends turn into dust, feeling useless to stand there and not be able to do anything. Everything came slamming down on you emotionally as you stood around the remaining Avengers. until you thought of Druig. and without even thinking you opened a portal to the Amazon and jumped through, leaving everyone behind you in a state of bewilderment. He had to be here, if you didn't dust then he couldn't have right? You spotted Sofia who was sitting in a rocking chair, her family had lived in the village for generations and you remember when she was just a baby and now a grown woman with her own baby on the way. You rushed over to her in bathed breaths she had to know where Druig was. She noticed you running up to her and smiled at you warmly. 

“y/n! ¡Qué bueno verte!” she said. y/n! So good to see you!

“es bueno verte también, you touched her arm. “sabe dónde está Druig?” you stammered. It’s good to see you as well, do you know where Druig is? Your Spanish was a little rusty and your voice was shaken but she seemed to understand you just fine. 

Sofia nodded and pointed towards the main building where village meetings were held and informed you he was in there with a few villagers. You thanked her and took off bidding her goodbye, you would apologize for such a rude farewell later, for you were filled with a sense of reassurance knowing he could still be here. When you got to the wooden blue doors you didn't waste another second, you grabbed the handles and threw them open. 

Four men stood at the table down the aisle of benches, one who stood with his back to you with his shoulders hunched over mumbled something in Spanish to the others. You’d recognize his voice anywhere and the gasp you let out was faint but it reached Druigs ears. He turned around to see you standing in the doorway of the mess hall dawned in your avenger's gear and hair soaked from the rain, he thought you looked so beautiful and fierce. 

Solace washed over you and you both ran toward one another, your feet pounded against the old wooden floor and your heartbeat in your ears, it wasn't until he was meeting you halfway and you were jumping into his open arms that it finally felt true. He was alive, he hadn't dusted and he was here. 

“Oh my love,” he breathes and you let out a cry. “Are you alright?” 

“You’re okay, that's all that matters,” you sniffled. 

You both stand in an embrace grasping onto the other like a lifeline, not knowing if something was going to happen at any given minute. You just wanted to hold him for as long as possible. At some point the other village leaders had left you two alone, all you did was cry in Druigs arms and he held you tight in his arms. When you finally pulled away slightly he looked down at you in puzzlement. 

“Something is happening, I don’t know what-” Druig halted his words when he saw the solemn look on your face. 

“I do.” 

You had explained to Druig what was going on, you told him about Wakanda, Thanos, and everything else. It took a while for you to get everything out having it just all happen and Druig was patient with you as you told your story. When you finished you buried your head in his chest and he kissed your head as you continued to cry. 

“It’s all my fault…” you bawled. 

“No it’s not,” he said sternly. “ you have saved so many people.” 

“I want to stay with you,” you mumbled into his shirt. “I can’t go back to the compound in New York, it's too painful..” 

Druig gently grabs your head to pull you away from his chest so he can look you in the eyes. He sees all the pain and suffering you’ve endured, he wished at that moment to never see you like this again. He would take care of you. He nods unhurriedly Leaning forward to place a kiss between your eyebrows tenderly. 

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.” 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

tags: @redheadspark @a-lumos-in-the-nox @charlie-heatons-whxre @steve-harringtons-slut

edit: sorry i tagged you guys last night but it didn’t work for some reason :/

[gg-selvish]

want you to know that you have been one of my favorite authors through my time in the fandom, and i really hope you know that the current atmosphere of the fandom in no way reflects on you as a person or the quality of your work. the fact of the matter is that this fandom is often a genuinely unpleasant experience lately, and it sucks so much to see people like you that i view as cornerstones of the fandom effected so negatively by it :( love ya

this means a lot to me and was the point of my post so im glad u focussed on that instead of the backseat whining about fic stats like. ive always received a lot of negativity through my years in this fandom but the difference is it used to be INSANELY outweighed by positivity be it in fic stats of just general morale of the timeline/dashboard. like i hate to say it but twitter especially is just bummer city these days and i feel like im walking around with a target on my back because of how triggerhappy everyone is to start discourse. it genuinely is a hypervigilant feeling that's really uncomfortable. and i can't help but be more aware of that and feel more scared off by it because it's so much more pressing without the good vibes being able to counteract it. it sucks that ive been so chill with being dunked on for so long but i just cant keep doing this dude. especially with no payoff or positivity to balance it out. im really tired.

BUT. as i said on twitter im also just having a rough day and have some irl stuff going that effecting my ability to write so i just generally am feeling lame about my place. i feel like im not adding much in a positive way lately and that bothers me because all ive wanted is to be a fun a positive presence here who churns out cool stories that comfort other people. and when im not able to do that actively and in a way that meets my own standards i just feel like a failure and get all mopey about it.

don't stress too much about the severity and longwindedness of the way i express myself, at the end of the day it's just fandom. and i could wake up tomorrow and write 10k! who knows.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

ALL I KNOW IS THAT THE ENDS BEGINNING

[ Plaintext: All I know is that the ends beginning ]

[ ID: Digital fanart of Dr.Habit from the game Smile For Me. It is done mostly in grayscale. The style is semi realistic leaning more on cartoony. The faint rough sketch lines are visible.

However his design is from my AU Roseverse. The changes are as follows. Habit is is fur covered. His face is gaunt and freckled with protruding furry cheeks, then fur-ruffles under his makeup-applied eyes, then a thin pencil stache with surrounding chin and neck hair. The middle of the neck is surrounded by a scar, and he has an Adams apple. His teeth are broken, uneven and he has one snaggletooth fang. His voluminous curly hair is more subdued and messed up, but he is clearly balding on one side too with stray hairs perking up.

The background is black with a very mild grey light at the centre, and covered over with static. In the centre is a bust of Habit till his freckled shoulders. He is done in mostly light grey tones, face is left in white with some blurry, sometimes splotchy, uneven shading. The dark grey is used for emphasized features of the face and contrast like eyes and beard. There is some blurring of the lines in various places. Habit has an expression of anger and sorrow combined, his wrinkled brow furrowing deep as his glass eyes crack and oil spills in long lines from them akin to tears. He scowls strongly and his eyes are narrowed. His head slightly tilts at the viewer, facing front.

White text written in a sort of cursive style above him reads, " And one night I realized". The text below him reads," I never had a choice. I'd have to give years for something I don't really care about "

At the very bottom of the drawing a small, widely round-surfaced candle burns with a small flame out of the darkness. It is a real picture edited in. End ID]

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Talk under the cut! This one's really personal. It's based on my experience, and was done during the same time. TW for very heavy topics, please heed the tags

These are the very words in a message I sent a friend:

"God dude it just keeps weighing on me that I have to give five years for something I dont really care about and very well much more

Realising how my chronic insecurity and constant abuse by my parents and loss of identity and them never supporting my interests at all is all correlated to trapping me in this golden cage

I wished I failed NEET

But then what could I have done to change it? Nothing in my life ever indicated strongly that the stream of Arts was a real viable option I should take. Except maybe like a few English teachers but they couldn't break my mindset

It's like I was fucking doomed from the day I was born to them to be unhappy

And now I have to work and work to be exactly what they want they wanted me to be all along

I cant take it I feel like ive been buried alive"

It was HORRIBLE. I went only for a few days to medical school, but every day I felt like dying. I really seriously wanted to kill myself. I have many times before, but this time the special dread of finality set in again like Judgement Day. I came home, the portion kept building and building, the teachers kept talking, the students kept talking and laughing, the building kept making me get lost, my family could only encourage me more, I couldn't take ANY of it. I HATED them. I HATED this WORLD. This cruel world. I cried until my eyes and heart ran dry when no one could see. I cried until I became nothing more than a hole in my chest and I called the suicide hotline and they couldn't help me.

And you know what? I fucking survived.

I'm here, bitch. I'm here and I'm breathing and I'm happy and I'm going to the stream I wanted, B.A English. I don't care if one more person has to be bewildered that I left MBBS. My precious life is more important than that.

It was like a miracle. I think God is on my side, for some confounding reason. There was a court case involving my seat for another student's, and I heard about the news right on the day I'd decided to "leave". I'd made plans and said goodbyes and everything. And there I heard it. Leaving school, hearing my aunt tell me, like a golden ray of light from heaven. Of course I jumped on the opportunity. No, don't fight for my seat. I've been very unhappy and in a dark mood. This is not what I want to do in life. I told my father this, and he surprisingly agreed. With his support I could be a little calmer about everyone else arguing with me not to do it. For once right now he did something right.

What can I say? I got admitted to an Arts college just yesterday. And this still evening felt like a fitting time to pull this out again and post it. Reminisce. On where I was and where I am now. Be thankful that the end began, but only the end of my old life and the beginning of a new one.

Thank you to every single stranger, friend and family member who was kind to me during this time. To that one fanfic creator who told me to hang in there, to my dear friend who heard out all my deathly woes day by day and held me tight in spirit, to my family who eventually came to support me and say I could do what I wanted(even if it was a hard process).

I will never forget that kindness. And now as I grow up into the world, and hopefully do what I want to do, I hope I can show the same kindness,

And I hope I will be happy.

[jezabatlovesbats]

My Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart OCs

Alliteration, it's so much fun. I must avenge the fallen!

Ruby is a two-tailed fox who was the princess of Volcano Lake. Ruby is seen as a smart and brave vixen with a few quirky traits to her. She's shown to be open to new things and new people, as she seemed to be okay with the people of Pure Heart Valley. She might be a music lover because she got to know the kingdom better through a musical number. However, Ruby also has pretty violent ways of expressing whenever she's angry, such as setting things on fire. She and Sally are also classified as the goofballs of the team because they both have a very wild sense of humor. Generally, though, Ruby is a clever and confident character with a couple of perky traits. She cares very deeply about Sally due to them having known each other for a while, and because of Sally's weak leg bones. The two feel like they wouldn't last without each other because they sometimes even defend each other.

Sally (real name Salvatore Laetitia Gwyneth Weaselton IV) is a ferret and Ruby's best friend. He's really loyal to Ruby, and he's a very intelligent ferret. His collar gives him the ability to manipulate the earth, and it also lets him melt himself into a liquid mass. He can regenerate himself, but only if he's collected into a single puddle. His leg bones are weak, so he has to wear the gold bands on them to prevent them from getting injured. It's still unknown by many how he got his bell. Usually, he's well behaved, but he's also seen as crazy and boyish. Like Ruby, his sense of humor tends to be out of control, and when he teams up with Adorabat, it's double pranking trouble...

Ruby is the daughter of the king of Volcano Lake, a hot civilization in a place full of volcanoes, as the name suggests. Growing up, she couldn't control her fire abilities too well, and this was the kind of thing that made those around her decide she was unfit to rule. Choosing her brother Topaz to take their father’s place, they banished Ruby from her home, along with a superpowered ferret that had traveled all the way to the kingdom. Following their eviction, Ruby learned to gain better control of her powers, and Sally got used to use his bell for the benefit of his friend and himself. Eventually, the two found themselves taking a liking to Pure Heart Valley, and that's where you can find them to this day. 

Princess Leongarde is the youngest daughter of King Snugglemagne and a princess of Pure Heart Valley. She has older sisters, but it is ambiguous as to how many older sisters she has. Leongarde is a young Sweetypie lioness who has a negative view on things most of the time. She loves being spoiled by her father and having him go out to get her whatever she asks for.  She has been known to disrespect people who tell her to do things she doesn't want to. Even if she's spoiled rotten and is seen as badly behaved, she is actually quite lonely considering she doesn't have that many friends. Leongarde has had rough times with the Sheriff's Department because, according to her, they're "way too over-the-top" and hog all the spotlight for themselves. Though they mean well, she's hated Mao Mao and his friends with every fiber of her being and wanted nothing to do with them. Over the course of the first season, she expresses her hatred of them very frequently. They treat her nicely and save her and her family from danger on multiple occasions, so they don't know why she'd disrespect them so. By the end of it, she started to become less openly hateful of them and more indifferent. Leongarde has trouble admitting that she's just jealous of the sheriffs, and she has some growing to do.

Annette Cresselion is my persona for Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart and a Lunar Sweetypie bat, which means she has a disorder known as Lunadinatio. Having been 14 years old when the show began, Annette is one of the more mature Sweetypies. She is intimidated by the thought of adventure and prefers to do her own thing. Annette is also an imaginative person, often in her own head and not really socializing. The only person she can really be seen talking to is Chanelle Corn, a skunk Sweetypie whose family lives with the Cresselions. Annette has a huge passion for music and is highly skilled at the violin, but she also studies magic, practicing the art of using gemstones to cast spells and hexes. She is a freshman at her high school. As stated by many other Sweetypies, Annette is also very smart.

Growing up in a quite strict household in a forested area of Pure Heart Valley with her parents and two younger brothers, Marco and Hadrian, Annette was taught to be polite and honest. Her father is a former lacrosse player and a close friend of Eugene's, and her mother is a professional singer. She and Adorabat were friends for a while, but something horrible put their friendship to an end. Annette thought a lot into it, thinking she had responsibility for the accident and how severe it was since Adora was very young. In the present, Annette doesn't like talking about it. Before that all happened, a family of skunks, the Corns, who are also Lunar Sweetypies, moved in because of them being evicted from their previous home. Annette had quickly become good friends with Chanelle, but her family is now concerned about her social life, noting how she felt after the Adora incident. Annette became interested in gemstone magic at another point in her life, and she's still practicing the art.

Chanelle is a Lunar Sweetypie skunk (her moon marks are on the palms of her hands) and Annette's best friend. She is also an imaginative person, and she's very kind and patient. She serves as a voice of reason for when Annette and the other kids in the house are freaking out. She comforts her friends whenever they're upset, and she's a supportive person as well. She is also studying gemstone magic, and she likes to read. She can play the trombone as well. She is a much more socially active person, being a part of many school clubs at Forest County High. She’s one to apologize a lot. She has always tried to be friendly with other people and be kind to herself as well, so she tries very hard to make things right if she messes up. She tries to do things on her own terms.

Chanelle grew up in the forest with her parents and her older sister, Savannah. Her father is a doctor who works in hospitals, and her mother mostly stays at home. They originally lived in a large but old house. Because their landlord was a humongous piece of junk, however, they were unfairly evicted from that house. This led up to them sharing property with the Cresselions, where Chanelle and her big sister Savannah met Annette and her brothers. Chanelle hit it off with Annette and several other kids at school, but she finds Annette’s distrust of her social ability concerning. Chanelle, being the social mediator that she is, just wants people to be on good terms with each other. She tries to stay true to what she feels is right.

[persnicketypanacea]

hi so i havent posted anything or been online in so fucking long, sorry about that. but thank you to everyone for all of the love youve given my posts/reblogs it means a lot to me and makes me feel better. im so sorry if you relate to anything i post here and i hope that one day you can get the help/recovery you deserve. im not usually this sappy but ive been going through some shit and i wish someone would say these things to me even though i havent rlly opened up to anyone in a while. next week is going to be really rough for me since im going on a long road trip and its really stressful for me since im meeting a new relative who im very nervous about meeting bc idk what theyre like or if they will like me. i usually slip up and say dumb shit i regret and end up making a bad impression on people. i dont want to change myself for anyone but the relatives were visiting are pretty religious so im going to have to change some aspects of my personality which im also stressed about. ill try to post more often from now on but i cant guarantee that because ill be with my family and they obviously dont know about (or most likely approve of) this account. anyways i know this post isnt very well written or structured and i apologize for that but i have no energy right now so ill probably edit it in the morning or just leave it. tumblr has been a great safe place for me to express the more negative and off-putting parts of myself and im so grateful for that. speaking of negative, dont expect too many more super long posts like this. i do ramble a lot but itll most likely be more vents and random reblogs. sorry if thats what you came here for, thats just not me. if you took the time to read all of this i love you. so much. even if you didnt i still love you.

-rowan

[golbrocklovely]

Just want to say because i dont want people getting the wrong idea based on what the previous anons said. Being an influencer goes case to case meaning just because so and so has x number of followers does not mean they are making bank. My friend currently has over 1m followers on youtube and although she posts twice a week, and does sponsors, she has months that are really good and she has months that pay her like a minimum wage job. Meanwhile i know someone with 30k followers on twitch and they make a decent amount only after streaming everyday and allowing multiple ads to run. Katrina gets usually $3 donos here and there with the rarity of getting a big donation of $50 or more which has only happened twice that i recall. Her merch doesnt sell out, its way pricier than Sam or Colbys. Her songs dont even hit in streams and you only get about 10cents to a quarter per stream as an artist. She barely gets sponsors as well, ive seen some like the girls in the knj friend group and even Tara get back to back sponsors with big brands. Katrina herself has expressed worry, mentioned she feels hopeless, and stuck but since moving in with Sam it appears like a lot dissipated and its funny to see her mention all the places she wants to travel to NOW when just 3-4months ago she was worrying about her situation so my only guess is she means travel with sam and colby. The Amazon thing she literally just started, and i can personally tell you it takes a lot to earn off of, same with youtube she just became “consistent” and is back to overly advertising her videos to get them seen.

Being an influencer is not easy its all smoke and mirrors and it takes a long while before you see checks come in. I’ve seen people compare her to Tara and how Tara must be making bank, again Tara lives with her parents, in her own words doesn’t pay rent or food so even if all she made was $100 shes be fine. In the long run though this is not ideal for Katrina if she wants to “make it” and live independently, shes not even signed to the same people anymore so her sub service is inactive.

oh yeah i don't think being an influencer is easy. it's a different set of skills compared to other "normal" jobs. to constantly have to be on and present and constantly make content can be exhausting, especially when it might not pay well enough. and all of it is based on luck too. a lot of influencers (that are super popular and make bank) never mention that they are just lucky and things fell into place. they make it seem like it's hard work that finally paid off, and to some degree that is true, but it's not the full truth.

and with kat, like i said in a previous ask, it's good that she has multiple streams of revenue. to have merch, youtube, twitch, her music, and tiktok is good. i think she just needs to start doing more to keep up. but maybe she's just been feeling stuck and unsure of what to do. we all go thru that in our 20s (or… our whole lives) so personally, i don't see the point in worrying about her. she has a family that cares about her that she can fall back on if things get extremely rough, and she has a good amount of skills and a decent size fanbase that can help her in the future. she'll be okay, she's just gotta keep going.

[katzeschreibt]

I loved your 'reacting to you crying' scenarios! Would you mind writing one for Gorou as well? ^^ thank you <3

Please Dont Cry (part 2)

How Gorou and Xiao (seperately) react to you crying (not really crying in Xiaos but more like youre in pain)

Thank you for the request! Im sorry if i did not respond fast, ive been trying to work on my english and ive been on a break :( I hope you didnt mind that i added Xiao! Personally i do not like Gorou that much so adding another character might make things easier for me :) ALSO ALSO ALSO I had no idea how to end Xiaos so im sorry

Gorou

Gorou understood that being apart of the resistance was stressful, but for him he usually managed to subside his feelings of stress due to the fact that, well, he had to keep a good status. Being the General in the resistance was a lot of work, and keeping a strong appearance was one major task.

Though, he gotten so used to being a general that he had forgotten what it was like to be a regular member of the army. Yes, being the general did play an important role in the army, but being a common member was even harder. So, coming home one day to his most beloved soldier sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth was not a surprise.

Although, he was extremely worried.

You heard the door unlock, signaling that Gorou had come home. You lived not too far from the resistance's camp, so it was easy for the two of you to go back and forth. You looked up from your seat on the floor and watched Gorou walk through the door, look around, before he noticed you. You could see as his ears dropped as he examined you and your state.

"Oh my, what happened to you?" He asked, closing the door and rushing to your side. "Were you crying?"

You were indeed crying, but you knew that if you spoke then whatever you had to say wouldve just come out in the form of sobs, so you only nodded.

Gorou observed your face with a better view now, he saw how your face and eyes were red and your breathing was ragged. His arms, fast yet gentely wrapped around your body as tears continued flowing out of your eyes. It wasnt a pretty sight.

"Why are you crying, Y/n? Did something happen today?" He asked, making sure to caress your back. You only shook your head, small sniffles being heard. You shakily sighed, beginning to explain what happened.

"I just... Its just anxiety," You said in a slight whisper, your voice was too raspy and shaky to actually speak. Your face was all hot and your head was pounding.

"What caused your anxiety? I mean... if you want to talk about it... if not, I can grab a glass of water for you—" You shook your head, your hand meeting his as you grabbed it and sqeezed it.

"Its fine, I dont want water right now." You said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Its just that, you know... things have been rough with the Vision Hunt Decree and all, so..." You stopped there, as you didnt have the right words to continue. But Gorou seemed to have understood, since you could feel his hair nod against your neck.

"I know, its been stressful for us all. Especially for you, because nobody knows what might happen to me, right?" He asked in a rhetorical sense. You still nodded either way. "But its okay, this will all be over soon. Dont worry, alright? We will all be okay, and the Vision Hunt Decree will soon be lifted"

You nodded once more as Gorou looked at you once more. "Now then, lets get off the floor and get comfortable. Youre going to be with me for a long time."

Xiao

"Human emotions... are pointless to me." Xiao grumbled. You had told him about your day while you both hung around Dihua Marsh, a place you both sometimes meeted up at. You told him how you felt happy today, and how he should try to be happy once in a while too.

"I see no need for them. If i wanted to express myself, there is better ways to do so." He continued, looking up at the night sky. He then turned his head towards you. "Theyre useless to you humans as well. Emotions will only cause conflict."

"Thats not true." You frowned. "Telling others how you feel helps you feel even better. Its important to let others know how youre feeling."

"Hm? And why is that?"

"Well..." You thought for a moment, Xiao still observing your face. "Say, if youre feeling angry, others will know to give you space. And if youre feeling happy, then people will have a better time spending time with you." You explained, refusing to make eye contact with the adeptus.

"And if youre feeling... feeling sad? Or if youre in pain?" He asked, looking back up to the sky. You only shrugged.

"Then people will know that you need to be comforted."

...

Xiao could only stare at you with wide eyes as he watched you hiss in pain, your tear ducts welling up as the huge gash in your leg began to bleed out from the fight you had earlier. He ran over to you, falling on his knees as he began to look over your wound.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, his eyes shooting up to see your expression. He noticed how your eyes were glossy and your face was red, tears beginning to drop.

"I was— I was fighting a geovishap, and it struck me." You said, wincing in pain as Xiao used the bottom of his shirt to apply pressure to your cut. He stayed silent afterwards, focusing on getting the blood to stop pouring out. You mistaked his silence as a signal for you to keep talking, so you did.

"Im sorry, Xiao, I know you dont like hearing about why Im feeling this way—"

"You need to be comforted." He said, cutting you off. "Thats what you told me. Right? Is that what you want?"

You sniffled before nodding. He sighed, ripping off a piece of his shirt and wrapping it around your wound before looking at you.

"Well... I dont know how to comfort you, but..."

He narrowed his eyes, before hesitantly setting his hand on your shoulder. "I suppose it wont hurt to try."

[sinfulcries]

iwaizumi or suna getting fucked in a confessional by priest reader please!

our father — iwaizumi x male reader

authors notes: new writing style again aha . literally so pissed that ive been vent writing a lot recently. so here’s a work that was birthed from it. stan ‘tennis’ and stream “runner”

tw. sacrilege, corruption, unethical practices, penance, cum eating, breeding, dubcon, noncon undertones, manhandling, virginity loss, power imbalance, manipulation, rough sex, age gap (10+ years), sex in a confessional

Iwaizumi was pure. Innocent and almost too blind to see just how corrupt the world actually was. With how he sat quietly in front of you, the thin barrier of the confessional’s walls making it hard to see his rather adorable expression-- He was just too cute not to toy with.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” The boy started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “My last confession was 8 months ago.” You merely hummed attentively, signalling him to confess his sins.

“I-- Father, this is a bit embarrassing…” It was cute the way he tripped over his words and you could vaguely see him fidgeting nervously through the other side of the wall. “It’s alright Iwaizumi-san. Please continue.”

With another shaky breath, Iwaizumi whispered, “I-Ive touched m-myself somewhere I wasn’t s-supposed to be touching....”

Was he that innocent? The thought alone made you grin mischievously wanting to corrupt the boy’s sweet innocence. “If you knew that it was wrong, then why’d you do it?”

The brunette’s clammy hands went to cup his face embarrassedly, and he could barely make out your wide grin through the wall. “My f-friends told me t-that it would feel good, I-I’m sorry father.”

“Well,” You started, licking your lips before continuing. “I need to make sure you have the spiritual guidance you need to get through a time like this.”

Iwaizumi keened at your words, Eyes shining hopefully as he sighed in relief thanking the Lord for giving him such a kind priest to guide him with his sins. “S-Spiritual guidance…?”

With a curt nod you responded, “Jesus Christ merits special attention for you to be guided.” Iwaizumi was more so confused however he was more than willing to receive this special attention!

“What do I do now father?” He asked, letting out an embarrassed sign once he heard the faint sound of your chuckling through the other side of the small space. “Kindly leave the confessional and sit beside me.”

Without another word, The boy complied obediently, Turning the knob of his door to exit towards your side. Iwaizumi’s gut was telling him not to trust you but how could he not? God wouldn’t abandon him! He gave him such an attractive priest to trust!

Now that he was beside you, He shifted his leg awkwardly away from yours, Avoiding your gaze. “Get on your knees and pray.” You instructed and Iwaizumi did exactly just that, clasping his hands together as he started chanting the hail mary loud and clear.

“Yeah that’s it keep praying, son. God will forgive you.” You mused watching him shut his eyes tighter, chanting the prayer much louder than before. Hajime could hear the sound of your belt unbuckling and your trousers hitting the floor however he payed no mind to it, continuing to pray before he felt the smooth head of your cock rubbing against his lip.

“What are you—mmf!” The boy was cut off as you shoved your cock into his mouth, grabbing him by the back of his head— forcing him to take every inch. You could see the panic in the boy’s eyes and your cock only twitched seeing just how helpless he was against you. “Shh, Don’t fight it little one. This is part of your penance.”

Iwaizumi trusted you. He wanted to be cleansed of his sins— and he would do anything just for God to forgive him again, even if it meant having his priest cleanse him in a way that made him feel so filthy.

As you gripped the back of the teens head, pushing him in to take more of your cock, You started to hold him in place— Thrusting into his mouth as you felt your high approaching.

“With how pretty you look just like this I’m sure God will save you.” You moaned breathlessly watching Iwaizumi sucking eagerly on your cock. Your hand which was previously situated on the males head was now on his cheek, lulling him in closer as you spilled your load inside of him.

Iwaizumi obediently swallowed the salty seed, gulping every last drop down his throat as you peered down at him, smiling at the sight of his teary eyes. “Good job. You’re one step closer to being forgiven.”

At this rate, Iwaizumi was bound to comply with every word that escaped your mouth. His trust was growing with each word you spoke and he could only obey as you ordered him to turn around— Taking off his underwear to show you his plump little ass.

“Fuck— How beautiful.” You cooed, giving his ass a harsh spank, watching the flesh jiggle teasingly against your length. “Father, I-I... C-Can God forgive me n-now?” The shorter man murmured shyly.

You gave a hum in response, lifting his tiny body with ease before pushing him against the confessional’s walls, Pushing your tip against his puffy hole before bottoming out.

A pained gasp left the teens lips and he could only sob as you pushed in more of you thick length inside of him. It was so painful! Was this really necessary for God to forgive him? Nevertheless, Iwaizumi was one good and faithful little boy, and his faith in God would never waver no matter how hard it was for him to take it.

A raspy moan left your lips as you started to fuck into Iwaizumi’s hole, a flurry of moans escaping his throat every time your tip brushed against his prostate. “Pray, little boy. Tell God how sorry you are.”

“I-I— Ahn~! sssso—rr ah!” He was a dumb mess, eyes crossed together lewdly as he recited random gibberish. It almost seemed like a memorized prayer with how dedicated he was trying to apologise, but you knew he was trying to tell you just how good your cock felt inside of him.

“Oh God Hajime— You’re gonna feel so much of God’s love inside of you.” Biting against the expanse of his neck, You cupped his leaking cock before continuing. “You’re gonna have so much of God’s love in you that it’s gonna be dripping out of your tight lil cunt.”