#kicking my feet in the air and punching the air rn

[aylinaliens]

your honor, don’t let my client fool you. he is indeed smitten.

[matchaverse]

EVIL | OP81

pairing: charles leclerc x ex!fem!singer!reader and oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader

summary: when charles cheats on oscar’s friend while they are on tour, it causes so much drama on the grid.

fam claim: melanie martinez

part one part three

[instagram] yourusername

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yourusername | oh he kinda…

username: the caption??!

username: i mean, is y/n wrong??

yourusername: i’m never wrong

username: not olivia in the likes😭

username: she thinks she’s gonna be y/ns bff again

oscarpiastri: who tf is olivia 🤔

username: oscar 💀

[instagram] oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri | oh they kind…

yourusername: simp.

logansergeant: he’s kicking his feet and giggling.

oscarpiastri: @logansergeant no???

oscarpiastri: @yoursername kys

username: are they together?!

username: they would be so cute!!

charlesleclerc: cute.

username: oh he’s jealous.

yourusername posted a story

caption: why tf does this man got me out in the middle of the ocean?? 💀

replies:

oscarpiastri: you literally wanted to go??

yourusername: lies!!

username: he is hot even in a wetsuit

yourusername: no literally 💀

username: yoo???

[instagram] logansargeant

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logansargeant | they are attached at the hip

username: OH THEY ARE SO TOGETHER AT THIS POINT

username: charles is punching the air rn

yourusername: bro won’t leave my dms

username: yooo????

oscarpiastri: no shame 😘

logansargeant: so gross

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.

[doukeshi-kun]

Cannibalism stalker! Nikolai has me on a choke hold.

My brain has been rotting for it like ajheikwg ueu

Imagine stalker!nikolai comes to his silly campervan to see you asleep on his bed, and he has the urge to tear into your skin, rip and preserve your flesh, maybe even take a chuck out of it and swallow it so a piece of you would be within him, with him for as long as he lives.

He gently encases your frame and digs his hands into a wound whilst giving you plenty of face smooches, gliding his tongue over your shoulders before leaving bite marks stained with blood all over.

If he could, silly guy might rip open your chest to kiss your heart tenderly before setting it back into your ribcage, maybe still holding it.

Merge bodily souls with your or smth.

I'm kicking my feet, punching the air, giggling to a phantom over this rn.

But he can't, cause silly guy Cannibalism stalker!nikolai doesn't want you dead but he has urges so he settles for biting you hard enough to draw blood (●’∇’)♪

And even better, he's doing all of this with his hand intertwined with yours at the end of it.

And then, being romantic fanatic, he is (he is not, I think). He's bites around the base of your pinky finger, placing a morally and physically questionable bind that applies to you even though you're silly asleep and didn't say yes, but you will when you're awake.

When his teeth leave the flesh, prominent markings can be seen etched onto it, serving his own delusions. However, it's, of course, not something drastic.

It's a simple 'you'll never leave me' because he's silly and insane like that (he'll kill you if you do).

Ajjdndnfjsknajfjdbfjfj meow.

Being the silly clown he is, he obviously doesn't clean up the split blood just yet.

He lets your blood drip and seeps into the pristine white sheets of his blanket before smiling like some maniacal happy face clown because you are now imprinted onto his belongings as well.

Due to sanitary purposes, he would of course change the sheets and clean you up before snuggling to you and drift off to lala land to dream about ripping your body to chunks, piecing you back together so that he can obviously soak into your blood and fully, in physical form merge with you.

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW

I'm mentally deteriorating from this brain rot, oh my fucking god, pray to the lorddd 🎣

tw: gore, vore, cannibalism, nsfw

surprisingly anon, gore isn't that heavy of a topic in my blog lmao but hear ye—! our dear laotianye has come to the rescue, doing the lord work!

mmmm i really love our silly guy is being SO tender with the heart like omg that's the organ that beats for his name 🫀 and brrrrr i love the thought of him doing it while holding hands like HE WOULD TALK THROUGH IT HE WOULD TALK THROUGH ITTTT

i also like that he would bite and make a bite ring around your finger. like yes bae, embrace that primal ferality of yours 😍 he'd probably get hard as fuck when you do the same to him. on a second thought, imagine stalker!nikolai is fucking you dumb and purposely slip his fingers into your mouth in hopes for you biting him hehe

and i like that his dream is literally about devouring and murdering you like if that ain't love, idk what is 😌❤️ also, imagine after he dreams about all of that, he just scans your body, not for lust purpose but he's imagining dissection marks lmao i'm gonna stop

PRAY TO THE LORD

[lvebug]

LOVEBUG FIGHTING / MOVEMENT GUIDE:

climbing: after getting her powers it's near impossible for andie to continue rock climbing in a way that brings any satisfaction, since her powers don't enhance anything like they do with many other sports, but fully interfere with it. still, the fact that she did this for years influences the way that she moves and climbs.

she doesn't move in a "crawling" motion, but will tend to follow hand placement only after a foot placement has been found. she'll rarely move both hands and feet at the same time which gives her a much more irregular movement pattern. while moving along a surface she also tends to be much less linear, following more of the swaying seen in climbing/bouldering. this is a mix of her still searching for those natural holds—even if they can look far different when the climber has the abilities that she has—and her leading with her hips to throw her momentum in the direction that she's trying to move in, as climbers tend to do.

fighting: we all know that andie doesn't fight in the traditional sense and there are a few key components to how this looks.

shock absorption: lovebug still frequently has to make close contact with her opponents, such as when swinging into them or throwing/flipping them. even these actions, despite involving direct contact, are places that she tries to reduce how much force she's actually using to connect with the other person? i don't have good phrasing for this? the best way i have to show this rn instagram reel of some dancers. the woman is throwing her partner, and she cradles his head as she does so to help protect him. lovebug does this too, including when that person is being thrown directly to the ground (which is usually the case i just don't have like specific video), she's putting herself better her opponent and the concrete. it's about stopping/subduing them, and not harming/knocking them out so even though they're fighting she isn't trying to hurt them at all.

similarly when doing the very classic swinging kick, she bends her knees as contact is being made which gets her up close quickly and knocks the person off balance, but tends not to do too much damage compared to keeping ur knees locked.

im linking some more instagram videos that came across my feed that i saved bc they gave andie vibe

i like this one bc the woman kind of brings the other guy down on top of her? andie would do that. minus the arm bar at the end

this one is kinda flashy but i think works esp in the sense that andie has just phased up through the floor idk

i am also kind of a big fan of this like wrestling move? even though idk how well it works for lovebug

the one handed cartwheel is very andie to me but also the way that a) it starts from a punch from the opponent b) andie could control their fall a little / protect their head

gymnastics: one of the biggest things that lovebug is is a distraction, so there's lots of cartwheels, handsprings, flipping through the air, and other such big distracting movements. it helps that she took years of gymnastics as a kid and that she's extra flexible from her powers stuff like this is both quite natural and effective for her, but also some of her flashiest moves.

swinging: of everything she does, this is probably the most fluid. i really dk how to explain what this is like at all but i suppose it kind of looks like peter in the first ps4 game? when andie first starts out as lovebug she doesn't have any webshooters because she doesn't know how to make them, so she doesn't rely on them as much. she tends to use single zip-lines and swing in wide fluid arcs that cover lots of distance when she's between buildings that she can run on or poles that she can swing on.

phasing: there are actually some tells for when she's about to use this. usually she will brace herself—if someone is coming at her she tends to square her shoulders a little more and bend at the knees slightly, if she's going to run through a wall she'll prep with chin dipped down and tilting her body forward. it comes more fluidly when built into another action like swinging first or if phasing through the floor she'll often dive down. this is something that requires concentration for her to use.

[dalkyeom]

pls pls pls do share some fic recs im still kinda new here on tumblr 🤲

Nonnie, I love you 😭 bc nothing gives me more joy than sharing fics. like when I'm not posting art I'm just here reading fics.

I recommend checking out networks (most fic blogs will have them listed on their navigation/somewhere on their blog) or their own fic rec tags. I found most fics that way but simply searching ‘fandom + genre’ yields really good results too!

I found lots of my fave fics through @ficscafe bc their themed masterlists make it easy for me to find a specific genre I want to read about (ex: ceo au or e2l) they're also multifandom so they have a good catalogue under their belt!

More fic recs under the cut!

I'm not sure what fandom you followed me for, nonnie, so I'll list something a bit more multi fandom. Atm, I'm reading tons of Seventeen fics bc that's my current obsession rn 💗

warning: most fics might containt angst! if that's not your cup of tea, still check out the writers' blogs bc they'll most likely have something that fits your reading mood 💗

@starlightxsvt ‘s storms and confessions. I love me a classic enemies to lovers office au fic and this one delivers! Especially bc I'm a bit too head over heels in love with one Joshua Hong. I remember kicking my feet into the air as I'm reading bc you can feel the progress they make in that short window and how one bad event can do an entire 180. Also the chemistry is good, you can feel it!

@viastro ’s memories that resemble you. I CRIED. This will punch you in the heart but 10x more lethal. You have to read it yourself bc I can only explain a fraction of what I felt reading it like I was full on sobbing whimpering probably cried myself to sleep with my eyes all puffed up. It's tragic but beautiful. warning: major character death

another viastro fic but what can I say, they're one of my fave writers on this site. In a span of three months. If that Chan fic I recommended above did not do it for you, this one literally broke me. I had to pause in between bc my heart was getting crushed! I think this was my first fic from them too and oh my god, was it a journey.

@solarwonux ‘s cherry and sunflower. This is a pair but read cherry first as it serves as a prequel to sunflower. On one hand you have angst, the other you have fluff. I read this when I was in the middle of sorting out feelings for my old bias and it lowkey hit so well 😭 you can never go wrong with soulmate aus too so—

@svtntntn ‘s breaking news. GRIPPING MY HEAD IN HANDS I STILL THINK ABOUT THIS FIC DAILY. I love love superhero au’s bc I had a really intense DC/Marvel/YJ phase back in the day. it's very superman homage but you know how usually superhero fics are kind of dark, this one is much lighter and has humor and it's cute and surprise, surprise! Guess who also had a big heart for Seokmin!!

@blossom-hwa ‘s breathe, and live. This is a certified classic in my recommendeds like you have to listen to me when I tell you to read this regardless if you're having a bad day or not bc this series will instantly make any day 10x brighter. You will thank me after your skin becomes healthier and you'll be glowing bc this fic saves lives! single dad!Chan is like my kryptonite and this was like super chef's kiss! and the interactions between the kids and the parents are so heartwarming like GRIPPING MY HANDS FROM THE CUTENESS!

@skzsauce01 ‘s 1000 roses. This made me so giddy aaaa hahaha thinking about it. I love dorky Chan so much. like re-reading this makes me giddy bc it's so cute 😂💗 tickles like first love but you're a theatre kid.

@crispy-chan ‘s maze of memories. one of the more longer reads but you will not regret it! Jas writes with the tension hot under your seat and I vividly remember holding my breath every update bc you'll never know what will happen next like experiencing this while it was incomplete was an absolute journey! esp bc I remember reading it over the summer and I was like 😨😰🫣 every time the maze changes also wolfgang!Chan vibes had me on a tight grip!

@decembermoonskz ‘s of letters and potions. Another fluffy Chan fic though Daffodils is one of my fave fics from Izzy's catalogue, but I recommended much angst I need to balance it with fluff. As a magic au enthusiast, this is one of my fave ones bc the letter confessions are absolutely adorable :((

last rec for this round (in case anyone asks me for recs), I'd like to round it off with @because-of-a-friend ‘s time travel series (I linked Joshua's to stay on brand jk// it has each member's part in the a/n section but no mini masterlist) I love bulleted fics a lot bc they're easy to digest and good for nights when I need something quick or something that doesn't make me think too much like oneshots or multi-chaptered fics do. and each time travel part has such a unique story behind them. Personally, Infind Seungkwan's the most interesting bc his s/o also time jumps.

and that's it for now!

[perexcri]

Leah!!! Oh Lordy idofnwkfjajdjwfjejfjdjc Flirty And Happy/comfy w himself Will fic!! It’s like u can see Exactly inside my brain and know what kind of fic I’m craving. I’m so Very excited to see where you take this bc the first chapter was !!!!!🥰🥰🥰

“Mike’s always been one for boldness, for sculpting light out of darkness and shadows out of glows–obviously he’d like working with charcoals” screams. I Adore that Mike’s gotten into charcoal (also cackled that he was clearly trying to get art class w will poor bb)—it’s a hard medium to work w (I’m Bad at it) but I think ur right, I feel like Mike wouldn’t be bad at it.

“It takes Will a good two seconds to convince himself not to press his lips into Mike’s neck, just to dispel the word friend out of the air. Like, yes, they’re friends, but also…it’d be cool to be friends but also something else, right?

“Yeah,” Will finally says, already being dragged down into a cascading tornado of thoughts that begins with swingsets and ends with What are we, Mike?”

S c r e a m i n g rolling on the floor wiggling like a slug. E s pecially that last line of that bit. I’m going to Eat My Phone.

Earnest flirting Best flirting !!! Will is the most valid and correct person ever actually😌

Love me some Platonic Madwise and u write them so well—despite the fact that the show Hasn’t let them interact much at all— and just diandrkfjw.

Also!!! Willel!!! Siblings!! They’re so !!!

“The Party has its own intergroup dynamics and mini units that like to meet on their own for their own hangout time: the four boys have a weekly D&D session separate from the one they do with the girls; Lucas and Will sometimes meet to go on runs or work out; El and Max are practically inseparable; Lucas, Dustin, and Mike have set up shop in one of the unused utility closets to tinker with old A/V equipment the school had all but abandoned.” I’m literally So feral over this. the Party Being Friends!!!!!!! Kicking my feet rn

Painting for Mike :D !!!! I’m So rieicjshfjw invested in seeing how this is going to turn out !! Ur ability to set up plot that leaves me invested is like So talent and I just!!

ur writing is lovely wonderful and u are v wonderful and I hope you are having a fantastic weekend💕💕

VEEEE!! i'm glad i can provide what you're looking for 😌 i genuinely meant this to be a flirty fic, but i think i like where it ended up going instead better :D as funny as it is to write about these two being losers, it's been nice to write about Will being happy with who he is for once (especially since my other wip is just taking a scalpel to all of Mike's self-esteem issues but we don't have to talk about that right now)

!!! i'm glad i could have an artist agree with me on the charcoals thing!! i haven't used them since the art class i took my junior year of high school, but i remember them being my favorite thing to work with. Mike just seems like the kind of person who'd like black-and-white mediums. but more importantly: he just wanted to spend time with Will 😩

*punches wall* Will is going to be happy, dammit

and i'm glad you like that he's being earnest!! honestly this fic started off with a post i saw around new year's (which i haven't bothered to look for again but i know i reblogged it lol) talking about flirty Will. i tried to approach it like i did with cheer up, baby where i was taking a trope that often gets applied to Mike and was trying to imagine what it would look like if Will did it. in this case, i figured he'd be a lot more earnest with his flirting rather than teasing or brash. he just seems like the kind of person that would look at you with shiny anime eyes and say the most heartfelt thing you've ever heard

AHHHH i'm also so glad you're enjoying all the little group dynamics T_T i love Max/Will/El as a trio even though those three barely interact as a group in the show lol. i'd sell my soul for a whole season of st that's just the three of them hanging out tbh

heheheh yesss a painting for Mike!! i'm gonna make everybody's theory that the painting was gonna be one of them meeting on the swing set a reality even if it kills me. i'm still recovering from the whiplash of watching vol2 and Mike unrolling the canvas - i literally watched it the first time and went "but isn't it supposed to be them on the swings?? did they not get the memo?"

Vee i know i only finished posting aftry like a week ago but i got so used to marathon-posting it and seeing your thoughts on each chapter every day that i've missed see your name pop up in my ask box ajkfsdalkj. so it was lovely to wake up and see a new message from you!! you are lovely to talk with as always, and i am wishing you a wonderful weekend too!! or, i guess it's technically monday, so i am wishing you a lovely week!! :] 💜💜💜

[orchid3a]

ARIA HAVE U SEEN THE NEW TR VOLUME COVER?$\$€|%|€ BYEEEEEE

HERE (do not click if u don’t want spoilers)

JUST SAW IT AND I AM IN LESSON!!!!!

tw: nsfw

(S)CREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCHING IN THE AIR KICKING MY FEET

BITING MY FIST SO HARD TO NOT MOAN LIKE A WHORE

WAKUI PLEASE YOU KNOW I AM WEAK 4 MF SHIN

his abs 🧎‍♀️his gaze 🧎‍♀️

running to become his housewife rn 🏃💨

i want him to put me in a mating press rn 😞

[yoonstudios]

kicking my feet, squealing, punching the air rn !!!

[f1nalboys]

You look so good!!

THANK YOU SM :,)

[sparklingyandere]

i’m in class rn and i’m so horny istg, what about a yandere scaramouche smut with a breeding kink, who degrades and spits bchebxjsbej tysm again

title: walk in the woods (gone sexual) NSFT

summary: scaramouche/fem reader. you have an unfortunate run in with some traveling fatui. 

warnings: expl!cit, dub/non con, degeneracy, degradation, power dynamics, violence, very submissive/weak reader

word count: 3.2k 

a/n: despite getting laid constantly, smut is not my strong suit </3

Leaves crunch under your feet, the cold wind stings your dry nostrils. 

The chill breeze wasn’t the best for exploring to most, but something about the bite in the air brought you comfort. You loved taking walks in the woods just before the sunset to bask in the autumn evening. 

The air was crisp and dry, you didn’t mind. The only sounds to be heard are birds and the woosh of the wind.

You paused to watch a squirrel scurry up a tree, and though you were still, you heard the crunching of leaves. Too heavy to be a bird or squirrel, you followed the sound slowly, treading lightly, weaving behind trees to stay out of sight.

You hoped to see a deer, maybe a herd, but when you peeked out from behind the tree, you saw men. In a makeshift camp, maybe four. Dangerous looking men that you didn’t plan to tussle with. You didn’t know this was that kind of woods. 

One of the men appears to be whittling a spoon or something, and if you couldn’t see the others, you’d figure they were just normal campers. But no, the others are armed head to toe in weaponry that looked state-of-the-art. One twirling a butterfly knife, another swinging at a punching bag fixed to a tree. 

You take a step back, and in the most horribly cliche, poorly-timed moment, you step on a thick twig. The four men instantly turn their attention to you at the sound of the snap. You stand frozen in shock, and for a moment, they do too. You just stare at each other.

One of the men, the tallest one, is the first to move. He takes one step towards you and you book it in the opposite direction, not sticking around to find out if he’s friendly. 

You run for a few seconds, as fast as you can, but you know it's not fast enough when a hand catches on your shirt and you trip to a sudden stop. 

“My, what have we here?” one of the men says, voice grating to your ears. You roll onto your back as the man crouches by your feet. He reaches into his coat and you suspect you see the glint of a weapon.

“No!” you wail, kicking him square in the jaw. You scramble to your feet as he recovers from the kick, him and his friends getting into offensive positions. You had a small dagger for emergencies, but you knew you couldn’t hold them all off with it. 

You had only a moment to come up with a plan, and boy was it a bad plan, but you didn’t have time to be picky. You kick the ground as hard as you can, flinging up a cloud of dirt and dry leaves, hopefully getting it in their eyes as well. In that brief moment that they were stunned, you bolted off, hopefully for good this time. 

Perhaps they decided chasing you wasn’t worth it, because when you looked behind you, they were long gone, despite probably being faster than you. You doubted your sand trick did anything but irritate them, but as long as they were off your trail, you didn’t care. You had to get home and never come to these woods again. 

You slow down to a walking pace. Your legs begin to burn as the adrenaline wears off, unused to that much exertion. You look around, and… don’t recognise what you see. You don’t exactly know the way out of this part of the woods, you realize, as you hadn’t been this far out before. Well, maybe because you had never been chased this far out. 

If you just pick a direction and go straight, eventually the woods will end, right? You keep your eyes peeled for any familiar stumps or logs. Nothing. Looking around every direction except in front of you, you don’t notice the man standing ahead until you just about bump into him. 

“Oh, excuse me,” you avert your eyes, attempting to go around him. He grabs your upper arm and you turn to face him, offended. 

“Now hold on a minute,” he says. You take in his appearance, that of an extravagantly-dressed gentleman who appeared to be of nobility, and adjust your posture, standing up straight. He certainly didn’t look like a local. He continues, “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a young troublemaker around here, have you?”

“Uh- what, sir?” you stumble out the words anxiously. Something about his tone gave you the impression that his question wasn’t genuine. 

“You know, someone who goes places they don’t belong. Kicks dirt at my soldiers. Someone like that?” 

Oh no. 

His eyes are narrowed unkindly, but he smiles upon seeing your frightened look.

“I don’t know anything about that, sir,” you say, keeping your voice as firm as possible. You suspect you must look like a deer caught in headlights right now, so you harden your expression and try to pull your arm out of his grip. He doesn’t relent, squeezing tighter, and leans in. 

He speaks, barely above a whisper. “I think you do.” 

Acting tough didn’t work. You knew it wouldn’t work, he was onto you from the very start. Your heart thumps so loud you think he might hear it. 

He looks around, still holding you tight as your mind gets the better of you. He had a rather slim build, but those guys at the camp sure didn’t… and if he was their boss, he had to be really strong, right? Was he going to finish you off right here, and he’s checking for witnesses? Was he-

He seems to finish scouting the area and turns back to you, squeezing your arm to get your attention. Not that he needed to, as you were hyper tuned-in to his every move, but whatever. 

“How well do you know these woods?” he asks. 

“Huh?” 

“People say I’m cruel, but I’m just trying to have a little fun. Always playing nice to make the Tsaritsa look good, stacks upon stacks of paperwork… It gets old. Can you blame me?” 

He looks at you expectantly, waiting for an answer, so you shake your head in response before he loses his patience. This seems to satisfy him enough. His warm fingers loosen, just slightly, and his grip doesn’t hurt anymore. 

“Good. See, I knew we’d get along,” he mocks, snickering. “I’ll tell you what, I rarely get to enjoy myself these days, so we’re going to play. I’m going to let you go, and if you can outrun me for, say, ten minutes, I'll go easy on you. I’ll even give you a head start.” He releases your arm and you stumble back. “Go.” he says, turning around. 

He doesn’t say how long the head start is for, nor what will happen when- no, if- he catches you. You wouldn’t go down easily to some crazy executive, or whatever he was. With that thought in mind, you run off. Your legs are still sore from the last time you had to run like this, maybe fifteen minutes ago- man, this has not been a good day for you- but now your heart is thumping with the fear that this time you are definitely being chased. You can’t shake this guy off like you did his goons. 

He must’ve known you had never been out here before, it was probably how he was able to find you so quickly. So just running out of the woods wouldn’t quite work. You would have to hide. And you had no idea how long you had to find a spot. 

Man. This was unfair. 

Some of the trees are thick, some of them are twig-thin. Some of them even look climbable. You have no way of knowing what direction he’ll be coming from, though, so now matter how thick it is, standing behind a tree is just too risky, and something tells you this man has too keen of an eye to get away with it anyways. 

You run for maybe a minute when you come up on a little stream with some bushes and a tipped log. It’s funny, the log creates a nearly perfect bridge across the stream. If you had been here any other day, you might have sat down here and basked in the sound of the running water. Today, though, you’re debating in your head if this spot is too obvious to hide in. 

Maybe not as obvious as behind a tree, but in a sea of woods that look nearly identical, a place like this stands out like a sore thumb. He’s bound to investigate. 

But do you have any better ideas? No. So you huff, and cross the log-bridge carefully, trying not to slip on the moss. It was hollow, you noticed, but that was definitely too easy. If you were on the other side of the creek, then you knew that he would have to cross the creek to reach you, and he could only come from that direction. That was one problem solved. 

You pick a bush some five yards away from the log and push apart the branches. Oh, god, you think as you squeeze your figure through the brush, this is disgusting. You close up the opening in the leaves with some foliage and squish your body in as tightly as you can. 

Though it’s far from comfortable, you’re technically sitting down for the first time in at least an hour. Your stomach churns painfully, maybe this is why they say not to eat before you exercise. 

You need a plan, you realize. He’d come here eventually. What then, what after? 

You were sure he wouldn’t be able to see you, so unless he was turning every rock and parting every bush, he probably wouldn’t find you. So you’d stay put until he passed through the area, wait a few minutes until the coast was absolutely clear, and then you’d get up and run. Yes, that would work. 

The brush tickles your skin, and you wish so terribly to scratch it, but you need to be absolutely still. Just in case. You endure. 

Your shallow, sharp breaths eventually return to a normal depth, and the terrible burn in your lungs recedes. You breathe deeply, slowly, quietly, and wait. 

Thunder rumbles far off in the distance. If you could see the sky, it would be partly cloudy, you wager. It might start raining in an hour or so. You hoped you’d be home by then, but for now you can only wait. 

Crunch

Crunch

Leaves crinkle just past the stream, the sound of two feet coming distinctly this way. You try to slow the beating in your chest with deep breaths. Had it been ten minutes? Probably not, but sitting here, alone, in the cold, every second felt like hours. 

There’s a few seconds of silence, and you hope to every higher power that he’s about to turn around. But you hear the creaking of wood and the hope crumbles into dust under his feet. 

Maybe it’s just a hiker. He draws closer, your heart throbs painfully, and he stops right next to the bush. 

There’s no way he can see you. You can’t see him through the leaves, so how would-

A hand shoots through the bramble and latches tightly onto your arm, yanking you out. The rough branches scratch and prick your skin. 

“You did it! You hid for ten whole minutes. Aren’t you proud?” the man mocks, indigo eyes shining smugly.

You did?

You open your mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a whine. He snickers, tugging your arm towards him. You try to step away from him on your unsteady feet, stepping on a loose rock, and your wobbly legs stumble and give out. 

You fall backwards, yanking your arm away from him, allowing yourself to land right into the stream. Sharp rocks poke your hands as the running water soaks through your clothes. 

He cackles, “Wow! You look like a kicked puppy.” 

You stand weakly, and take a tentative step away from him, but he quickly takes you by the wrist and pulls you back into the woods, cornering you against a tree. 

“But… you said-” 

He interrupts, “That I’d go easy on you?” a laugh, “I am. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” 

He leans in, uncomfortably close, intimately close, “What I could do, out here, alone in the woods…” He says into your ear, barely above a whisper. You blink back tears. 

He pulls away, voice returning to normal, “You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood today.” 

“Do you know who I am?” He asks. One of the hands that had been caging you against the tree retracted, and slid down to caress the back of your thigh. You shake your head, staring at him with wide eyes. He hooks his hand under your leg and lifts it up to his waist. You are too sore, too frightened, to put up a fight. “Scaramouche, of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers,” he announces arrogantly, eyes seeming to light up at his own name, “Few haven’t heard of me. You must be very sheltered, or just stupid.”

He pushes you tightly against the tree with his hips, lifting your other leg up to his waist as well, holding you completely up off the ground. You push your arms at his shoulders, hoping he will put you down, but he just grinds you harder into the tree. 

“You’ve done nothing but run and hide all day. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to give in?” His voice is a soft coo, but there’s a cruel bite to it as well. He was taunting you. You knew this, and yet, the sharp bark of the tree scratches you through your top and your legs throb with ache. It was too much, you couldn’t fight anymore. After this was all over, you could go home and draw a hot bath. 

He smiles when he sees the last spark of resistance leave your eyes. “Well?”

“Yes…” you muster. 

His wandering hands find their way under your skirt, lifting it past your thighs. “Easy access,” he teases. 

Your legs are wrapped tightly around him, fearful of being dropped. One of his hands works at the belt around his shorts, and while you are focused on that, you don’t notice the fingers of his other hand prod at your lips, shoving into your mouth and pressing on your tongue. 

Instinctively, you lick his fingers, and his eyes fog over sickeningly with lust. He retracts his wet fingers from your mouth and you flush from embarrassment, tearing your eyes away from his predatory gaze. He slips his hand between your bodies and into your underwear, eyeing you intently, soaking in as much of your shame as possible. You shiver as his fingers make contact with your slit, his fingers spreading your saliva and brushing against your clit teasingly. 

When he’s decided you’re sufficiently lubed, he removes his hand and frees his erection from his pants. You try not to look, turning your head away from him to look at the setting sun, but the closeness of your bodies makes it hard not to feel. Though the angle is a bit awkward, he manages to slip past your underwear and push his dick into your entrance. 

You can’t help but take in a thick gasp at his size, the protrusion snapping your gaze right back to his. He takes a second to slowly bottom out, and you feel his every inch stretching you. His hands are back under your legs, thin fingers squeezing the flesh of your ass, and he sighs blissfully when he’s fully sheathed in your heat. 

He pulls his cock halfway out and thrusts back in harshly, and though the movement is rough, an unwanted moan is ripped from your throat. It surprises even you, but the friction of his hips makes your head spin with bliss.

“Fuck- you were so easy,” he mocks between his own moans as he settles into a rhythm, “I should… take you home to the whorehouse.”

You whine in a feeble protest, his hips fucking you into the tree, scraping your back harder against the bark with each thrust. Your head lolls onto his shoulder, fingers clawing tightly at his sleeves as you try to get a grip on the pleasure. 

One of his hands leaves your ass and finds its way into your panties once again, two nimble fingers deftly finding your clit and rubbing circles into it, sending sweet bliss into your brain. You bite into the fabric on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle the wanton moans that escape you. 

It doesn’t really work. 

“Be quiet- huff- you want someone to find you that bad? Whore.” Scaramouche’s breathing is heavy with lust, but he still finds the air to ridicule you. 

He’s right, though, his touch shouldn’t send you over like this, especially since you were trying so hard to avoid him mere minutes ago. And yet, white-hot ecstasy pools in your gut, clouding your mind, and making it so hard to think any rational thought. 

He leans his head down into the crook of your neck, biting hard at the exposed skin. He sucks at the flesh of your neck like he needs it to live, his sharp teeth leaving deep marks that would be impossible to cover- and for some reason, that thought- along with the smooth rocking of his hips- sends you over the edge and you release a lustful cry into his shoulder, thighs tightening even harder around his waist. 

It spurs him on and his pace increases, pulling his hand from between your legs and pushing your face off of his shoulder. He grips your flushed cheeks tightly between his thumb and forefingers, holding intense eye contact with you. His eyes are unreadable beyond hunger. 

He stares at you silently for a few seconds, then his lips contort and you feel his hot, wet spit settle onto the center of your face, sliding down your cheeks. 

At the same time, he cums inside, his hips twitching slightly as he finishes fucking into you. 

He pulls out, dropping you, and you collapse onto the ground. 

Common sense finds its way back into your brain and you smooth out your skirt. 

He stares down at you while he fixes his belt, and you are quite a sight to behold, catching your breath, clothes rumpled, covered in a myriad of fluids- mostly his, which he was quite proud of- and struggling to wrap your head around what had just come over you. You looked truly pathetic, all because of him. How cute. 

You look up at him, still spit-and-cum-covered, and he can’t help but smile. 

“Aw, don’t look so down. You’ll see me again soon.” he says, smugly. He turns around and starts walking the direction he came, leaving you to sit on the leafy ground with your thoughts. 

A cold raindrop makes it through the treetops and lands on your skin. The storm had started.

[baraqi]

kicking my feet because you mentioned jay with a daddy kink 😍‼️ no fr he would be the type to say “that’s not my name, princess. i wont give you what you want until you address me properly.” because he wants to hear your soft voice whimper out something like “please daddy, i’ve been so good for you” and then he’s just flipping you over and pounding into you 🤕 — 🍨

my brain is going brrrrrrehdjdhdjdhdj

would fr forcefully grab ur face in his hand and bring u as close as possible to say “what was that, hm? what’d you call me, baby?” bc he loves seeing u beg. “i w-want daddy’s cock in me,” u pout looking down at the bulge in his pants n he relaxes his grip on ur jaw. “there’s my good girl,” n gives u a featherlight kiss that makes u whimper and grip his shirt as he pulls away. he coos at u, “more?” u nod eagerly to which he leans in smiling and kisses u again with a little more fervor. he breaks the kiss after a moment and pats his thigh “make yourself comfy on my lap, baby.” he whispers in ur ear “daddy’s gonna give his princess anything she wants.”

punching the air rn

[ahtsumu]

atsumu: 1, kevin: 0 ; miya atsumu

↳ pairing: miya atsumu x professional women’s volleyball player!reader

↳ synopsis: miya atsumu realises that he’s tired of keeping your relationship “low-key” with a little help from an overzealous fanboy.

↳ genre(s): fluff, humour!!

↳ warning(s): profanity

↳ length: 1.5k words

↳ a/n: surprise!!! lol i have way too many wips rn especially with requests but i wrote this as a little break from all the angst and stuff hence the cheesiness ☺️ enjoy!!

Miya Atsumu was caught in a kerfuffle.

Earlier that day, the twenty-three-year-old setter for the MSBY Black Jackals made the executive decision to come to watch you–– his Mario Kart player number two, his houseplant co-parent, the air-guitarist to his air-drummer, the Karaoke Night pink-lyric-singer to his blue–– kick some volleyball ass in the V. League Division 1 Women's Volleyball Tournament finals. 

The problem?

You played wing spiker for the Schweiden Falkes. 

There was nothing problematic about being a wing spiker on a Division One volleyball team. What was problematic, however, was that the Schweiden Falkes was the sister team of the Black Jackals’ sworn enemy, the Schweiden Adlers. To rub more salt in the wound, the Adlers had won every single game against the Jackals since Atsumu joined (not that they hadn’t prior to his arrival). And to make matters even worse, as one of the nation’s most sought-after athletes, he had to “appeal to both investors and the general population”. Miya Atsumu was supposed to be a marketable bachelor. And he was not.

Miya Atsumu was also not supposed to be at the finals of the women’s volleyball tournament. 

That was the biggest problem of them all. So maybe, actually, Miya Atsumu was mildly ensnared in a few kerfuffles.

The two of you had agreed to keep your relationship low-key from the start and were nearing two years of private, domestic bliss. Questions about each other in interviews were responded to with short and nondescript replies. Outings in public were conducted without physical contact. And despite how Twitter was almost a diary to Atsumu, he’d never once tweeted your name in his life. But as dull as your relationship seemed in public, the two of you were a different story in private. In private, he would find any way to touch you–– a hand in your back pocket, your legs draped atop his thighs, soft lips trailing up from the neck to each other. In private, sweet nothings were proclaimed and not whispered, laughter bubbled like a stream that never ran dry, and Atsumu said your name over and over again like it was habit.

But that didn’t change the fact that, right now, Miya Atsumu was not supposed to be in the nosebleeds of the Sendai City Gymnasium, even if he was hundreds of meters away from the nearest camera.

All the bigger kerfuffles fell quickly to the back of his mind, however, when a smaller and more irritating one presented itself to him. 

A snotty voice declared one row behind Atsumu’s hooded head, “Oi, you’re in the way of the view, jerk.”

Normally, Atsumu would have turned around with an equally cocky sneer on his chiselled features, “the fuck did you just call me?” locked and loaded behind clenched teeth. But when he turned around ready to deliver that exact line, he saw through his black shades that the owner of said snotty voice was none other than a scrawny prepubescent boy.

And that boy (along with the two equally snot-faced twerps beside him) was wearing your jersey number. Suddenly, all the irritation left Atsumu’s face. Was this your little fan club? A wicked cackle threatened to leap out his mouth. They were so annoying. But also, he mused, kinda cute.

“Was I?” he asked with an innocent expression on his face. It was the same one he used when Osamu would accuse him of stealing his clothes (he totally had), or when you would accuse him of eating the last slice of cake in the fridge (he totally did). “I hadn’t realised.” He really hadn’t. He just wanted to milk this for as long as he could.

“Yeah, you were.” The kid crossed his arms, glaring down at the shady guy one row below. “I can’t see the game anymore.”

“Oops–– my bad.”

“Shut up, Kevin, you were watching Y/N!” one of the brats exclaimed, punching Kevin’s shoulder.

Oh? “Yer a fan of Y/N, hmmm?”

“She’s pretty,” Kevin said immediately, shrugging. He just said it out loud like that? So easily? With a subtle wince, Atsumu thought back to the ridiculously long time before he’d admitted his ‘smidge of a crush’ on you. Yeah, unlike you, stupid. “I’m gonna marry her someday.”

At that, Atsumu’s competitive streak jolted awake. He felt himself sober up a little. Not if I marry her first, you little shit.

Bidding the trio goodbye with a bright grin, he turned around and strolled out of the stands. But he didn’t stop there. He stepped into the elevator and rode it straight down to ground level, sailed through the athlete’s entrance with a swipe of his card, and jogged his way to the side of your team bench, making it just in time to see you spike the setpoint past one of their player’s outstretched arms. 

It landed straight on the baseline.

The roar of the stadium scattered into hushed whispers. No one moved. “In,” Atsumu growled under his breath, tapping his feet against the floor. “In in in in in––” He clenched his hands into fists. If they don’t count that as in… 

Finally, the line judge pointed her arms down. The referee nodded.

And all around him, the crowd erupted into cheers.

As confetti fell from above and the Falkes’ victory song began to play, you ran from the court and into a celebratory team hug, screaming ecstatically in each other’s faces. Atsumu, beaming, ducked out of view, not wanting to steal that glorious feeling of a victory hard-earned from you or your teammates. But when the cheering died down, when the hug dispersed, when the television crews started slithering in your direction, he returned to his position behind the bench. And suddenly regretted all the decisions that had led him to that very spot.

Admittedly, Atsumu hadn’t considered the possibility that you wouldn’t want him at your game, but now, standing just metres away from you, he did. His hands suddenly felt very cold and equally moist.

As if on cue, your teary gaze landed on his figure. Your eyes were narrowed in what seemed like a warning. (Really, you were just trying to see better through your tears.)

Oh, no.

Atsumu spun around to make a run for it. At that moment, however, one of the coach’s assistants who’d been sent away to run an errand returned, barrelling through the same door he was heading towards. 

Colliding in a spectacularly embarrassing fashion, Atsumu’s sunglasses flew from his face and his hood blew off from the force of the impact. Disguise in tatters, he could only turn around sheepishly around his hands stretched out, palms up like a magician at the end of a trick.

“Surprise?”

Maybe it was the rush of victory still fresh in your bloodstream or maybe it was simply your brain going haywire, but with complete disregard for you and Atsumu’s original agreement, you ran towards him and leaped into his arms.

“Woah,” he wheezed, instinctively pulling you closer into his chest. “Was not expectin’ that.”

“You’re so stupid,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck. “What are you up to, ‘Tsumu?”

“Unkerfufflin’ myself,” was all he said before gently setting you down. His eyes darted over to the place where Kevin and his gremlins had been and, when he realised that spotting them from here would be useless, lazily flapped a hand in their general direction.

“Some brat said he was gonna marry ya,” Atsumu explained after seeing your brows crease. “I felt I had the duty to save ya from that disaster.”

“By?”

Atsumu blanked. “Er, I, uh, hadn’t thought of that part, actually. I didn’t think you’d be happy to see me here, y’know, considerin’ our agreement and that look on yer face ya had earlie––”

Rolling your eyes, you yanked on his hood, bringing his lips down to yours. His arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss–– he couldn’t help it, it was a knee-jerk reaction by now–– without so much as a second's consideration for the reporters that had swarmed around you like ants to honey. 

You pulled away just a few beats later, both breathless.

“What was that for?” he asked with his forehead pressed against yours. Despite being doused in the blinding flash of cameras and deafened by the barrage of questions shot in your direction, the two of you continued to speak as if you were in your own little world.

“You were about to word-vomit on camera and give Osamu a lifetime’s supply of blackmail,” you replied, giggling. “I thought I’d save you from that disaster.”

Hearing his words come out from your mouth, Atsumu’s eyes waned into little moons. “Consider me saved, doll.”

The noise around you grew louder. You sighed, knowing that the two of you would have a lot to deal with later. As if reading your mind, Atsumu intertwined your hands. I got you. And the unease receded. You’d figure it out together.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you pregnant?”

“Y/N! Atsumu! When are you two getting married?”

“Can you tell us anything about that steamy kiss?!”

A shit-eating grin crawled onto Atsumu’s face as he grabbed the microphone from that last reporter. “Gladly,” he said, looking into the camera.

“How’s that for bein’ in yer way, Kevin?”

And for the next few hours that the world spent having a meltdown over Kevin’s identity, you and Atsumu remained blissfully tucked away in the comfort of your apartment, playing Mario Kart, baking celebratory cookies to the High School Musical soundtrack, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeats.

[luvring]

omygod you are on a roll. i see your posts. they are everywhere. and i am living for them, yes even the ones where you're just baffled over what people are eating,, i'd like to contribute by saying i tried to eat a cockroach when i was 2 years old (my parents stopped me ofc)

in all seriousness thank you for all the hard work you do with headcanons they bring me so much happiness <3

u know how it is😏 i vanish then appear in an overwhelming amount just to keep everyone on their toes👩‍💻 where is nia what will she do? u don't know. but i'm vry relieved they stopped u from doing that we finally have a success story today‼️

and Thank U for reading and enjoying my posts omg . kicking my feet and punching the air rn ☹️💘💗✨💕💌

[nolongerwrites]

Lemme just repost this because my dumbass deleted it by accident a couple of weeks ago 💀

I know the lyrics are misplaced I’m too lazy to fix it rn

How to disappear

“Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard”

“I know he's in over his head”

“But I love that man like nobody can”

“He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again”

“I watched the guys getting high as they fight For the things that they hold dear”

“To forget the things they fearThis is how to disappear...”

It had been almost 4-5 years since you’d last seen him. Last you’d Seen the way he’d smile at you when you would walk in the room. The way you would wrap your arms around him from behind when you thought he least expected it, the way you’d cuddle up against him at night like it was the only way you could sleep, the addictive kisses you’d share when no one was watching.

Dazai and you were inseparable. Everyone in the port mafia knew you two were basically connected at the hip. They would talk about the way you two would sneak off and do god knows what when you were supposed to be working. But that was a long time ago. When he disappeared leaving only a note on what had happened and why he needed to leave, it felt as if your whole heart had been torn up to pieces and set on fire.

You were mad. Upset. Confused. Why didn’t he take you with him? Had everything you’d done together and the time spent with each other meant nothing?

You knew odasaku was his best friend but weren’t you also? It may have been selfish of you to think that way but After Dazai’s disappearance you fell into a deep state of depression. You became a completely different person from the way you carried yourself to the lack of sympathy for others. Everyone in the mafia stood clear of you even on assignments and in the halls of the mafias headquarters.

You killed without a second thought unlike before and It didn’t matter who it was you were interrogating, if they didn’t speak up the first time you tortured them until they spilt the info you were looking for only for you to kill them off brutally.

You had become one of the most dangerous and ruthless executives the mafia had, even chuuya wouldn’t try and mess with you.

“Cry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard”

“The waves came in over my head”

“What you been up to, my baby?”

“I haven't seen you 'round here lately “

Fast forward those painful years and here you were now, On your way to inspect a wear house down at the port that supposedly had some suspicious looking figures lurking around it.

Mori had assigned you to just take a look at take out anyone who didn’t look like his men. But

halfway there, as you were driving in one of the cars belonging to the mafia, you had gotten a call from chuuya.

You picked up your phone and answered it hoping it was just another assignment so you could go home and sleep. You were awfully exhausted.

“What’s up” you stated blankly as you turned a corner. “You might wanna come back. Mori specifically asked for you..” chuuya sounded like he was nervous to talk to you. More than normal. “I’m already half way there can’t he wait-“ you were cut off as chuuya called your name sternly.

“ we have a prisoner that needs to be interrogated, a former mafia member..” there was a pause on your end that racked his nerves to the core, yet he continued on.

“... you can probably take a guess who it is...” the car had stopped before he could even finish that sentence. Your grip on the steering wheel was insanely tight, you were surprised you hadn’t broke it already. Blank clouded eyes stared on into the empty road in front of you and as a few minutes past, you could hear chuuya clear his throat which prompted to snap you out of your daze.

“I’ll be right there.” Was all you said as you hung up and turned your car around. Something inside you said you knew exactly who it was

“All of the guys tell me lies, but you don't”

“You just crack another beer”

“And pretend that you're still here”

“This is how to disappear”

Your footsteps echoed through the hall with every slow step you took. You were full of every kind of emotion you could possibly feel. Your ability felt like it was going to erupt like a bird set free from its cage. With every new step you took, your body was telling you to go back. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. But this was the job you’ve devoted yourself to, and you weren’t going to back out now. Chuuya had warned everyone in the building before you got there so the halls were practically empty.

They’d heard the rumors about you and they didn’t dare cross your path in a situation like this. Before you knew it you were in front of the door to the dark, empty brick room used to interrogate.

You took a deep breath a few times in an attempt to calm the beast inside you. You counted to three before slowly opening the door to the room..Dazai stood there chained to the wall by his wrists, waiting for someone to walk in. Of course being dazai, he was singing some song about a double suicide. It had been a while since anyone had come down here. Worst case scenario, that short asshole Chuuya would come down and maybe give him a punch or two (or more likely try and kill him).

What he didn’t expect however, was to see your silhouette standing at the top of the stairs. The second he saw you standing there, in your black, ankle long skirt and grey ruffled blouse that slid off your shoulders exposing the skin of your collar bones and neck which was covered in black cloth like a choker, dazai felt his whole body freeze.

“This is how to disappear”

His eyes were wide with shock as you stepped foot by foot down the stairs. The black heels you were wearing clicked and echoed through the musty room. Before he knew it you were only about 3 feet in front of him.

You never lost eye contact with dazai even as you stopped directly in front of him. Nothing was said. The silence was deafening. It wasn’t until he let out a shaky breath and looked to the floor, that his smile from before returned. When he looked back up to you he could see the pain and mixed emotions behind those empty eyes.

The same eyes that would look at him lovingly the nights the both of them spent in his bed together. The same eyes that told him countless times that they’d loved him more than words could describe. The same eyes that had touched his heart like no other person could. It hurt him to see that they were so empty and clouded now. A distant gaze that would have him dead if looks could kill.

“Its been a while hasn’t it? You’ve gotten taller..” but before he could continue on about the things that had changed about you, His cheek felt like it was on fire. You were standing directly in front of him in a split second, hand colliding with his face as dark purple serpent created of smoke and poison manifested behind you standing almost 12 feet tall.

but it only stood there unmoving no matter how many times you commanded it to attack. Your hand colliding with his cheek again in a fit of rage.

Before he could even react, your knee reached his abdomen in a striking kick to the gut. Hit after hit, you kept going until you could no longer hold onto the pure raw emotion that was going through your head. And for the first time in years, Your grunting turned into sobs, and sobs into screams.

You hit him until your last punch was nothing more that a slight push. You felt weak. Tears had been streaming down onto your shirt and they wouldn’t stop. Dazai spit some blood on the floor before turning his gaze to you again. You were facing the floor as your body shook and trembled with every sob that wracked through you.

“‘it’s been a while’? ‘ITS BEEN A WHILE’??! Really dazai?! That’s ALL you have to say? After what you put me through after you left!? After everything we did?? That’s all you have to say..?!?”.

Dazais heart felt like it was shattering. When you looked back up to him he saw your puffy red eyes and face. The pain from your assaults were nothing compared to the look you were giving him as salty tears rolled down your cheeks. He said nothing.

Even as the blood from his head dripped onto the floor between you both. In almost a second, the chains and cuffed that kept him against the wall were broken and before you knew what had happened he enveloped you in what was literally was a bone crushing embrace.

You screamed and hit at him in an attempt to push him off you which only made him hold onto you tighter. The serpent faded away with his touch and disappeared into the air. You eventually stopped hitting him as your knees felt too weak to hold your body up.

You both dropped to the floor. Dazai did not once letting his grip slack, even as he carried all your weight. He buried his face into your hair as he rocked you back and forth with each cry you let out.

It wasn’t until you slowly put your hands on his back did you feel his own tears fall onto your shoulder. “I’m so sorry... I’m so so sorry...” dazais voice was barely a whisper in your ear. “I loved you so much dazai... I loved you more than anything... why didn’t you take me with you...?” you gripped his coat as you continued to cry in his arms.

“I’m sorry...”

“The California sun and the movie stars”

“I watched the skies getting light as I write As I think about those years”

“As I whisper in your ear”

“I'm always going to be right here”

“No one's going anywhere..”

[kane-m-killer]

Here’s a small horror story draft

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Has anyone seen Pete? He’s 25,6’1,black curly greasy hair,pimple face? Used to frequent this subreddit often? I wanted to ask you all if you have seen them cause I’m an old friend of his and I wanted to say if any of you saw him or have seen him.

Run away, Run far away.

No I’m not joking either,Or trying to paint him in a bad light. This guy is serious bad news, and if you won’t take my word for it. First off, good on you for not trusting a random Redditor. Allow me then to start from the beginning as to why the next time I see this man it will be in a morgue when we are both dead.

I met him at a A&A meeting. I was in bad shape when I met him, addicted to drinking at 21 and down on my luck. He was a new member we had to say hi to and he sat next to me once he introduced himself.

I can’t remember the details of the conversation but I know we talked about something boring like the weather maybe.

He was there for a few more sessions until he stopped coming.

I didn’t think much of it until one autumn night when I left the building after the meeting,7 weeks sober then mind you, he was there leaning against the building. It was like he was trying to seem cool but in actuality just looked dumb and a try hard.

But nevertheless I still went up and talked to him, I can’t tell you why but I guess it doesn’t matter now. We talked more and his slow monotonous voice gave an air of disturbed charm to me. I thought he was like one of those guys that are bland on the outside but fascinating on the inside. And strangely because of that we became friends.

Friends for 3 years for that matter. And through all that time he was a good friend, he offered his advice and gave me a shoulder to cry on when needed. It’s just that something about his behavior sometimes really should’ve told me he was trouble.

For example when me and him were at a bar being the sober friends at a party and he was flirting with a girl next to us, me being too tired to be a wingman I stayed quiet but listened to his conversation.

“So what are you doing tonight honey?” He started off with

“Nothing to do with you that’s for sure” she retorted and I held back a laugh.

“…You should shut the fuck up then before I take those hot lips of yours and cut them off.” He said with a voice that I haven’t heard him use ever. It was fucking creepy

“Excuse me?!” The lady said immediately getting up to leave

“I’ll be able to kiss your sexy lips all the time if I cut them off, you sure aren’t using them much if you're using them to talk shit.” He continued grabbing her arm. I was utterly shocked and disgusted with him and got up and punched him clean in the face. He reeled back and gave me the dirtiest look and yelled at me, we argued, screaming at each other for a good minute before we were kicked out the bar for disturbing the peace, he left in his car and I was there with no ride.

I was about to call an Uber when someone tapped my shoulder. It was the girl who Pete harassed, she wanted to thank you for defending her and asked if I needed a ride. We talked on the way to my house and I’ll cut off at this bit to just say Her name is Desiree and she’s now been my best friend for three years.

The reason I’m telling you this is because me and Desiree became close enough to move in together, and throughout that whole move from my mothers house (yes I know, cringe) I haven’t told Pete about her and me, in fact I don’t think I had a full conversation with him since the bar fight. And honestly I was fine with that.

I just wish it stayed that way.

It’s been a couple weeks since I fully moved in with Desiree and I was home alone while she worked the night shift. I was messing around on my phone when I felt eyes on me. Not the kind of eyes you feel from a worried mother or annoying friend but just eyes, cold unmoving eyes.

I got up from the couch and looked at the windows. Desiree had one of those studio apartments with the balcony window the size of the wall. I tried to stare into the blackness that was night outside but of course I saw nothing of anything or anyone. But the eyes still wouldn’t leave me. I looked everywhere in the house but no dice.

The eyes felt like it was amused at me failing to try and find its source. I decided it was just my mind messing with me and I just went to bed.

I fell asleep pretty easily after I calmed down and the eyes almost went away,until I woke up.

Now there’s this thing about humans that can detect if it’s life is in danger. I think my body activated because of that. Cause when I woke up I felt a weight at the side of the bed.

Someone was in the bed with me.

I didn’t dare move, I didn’t dare speak. Anything that could have indicated I was alive save for my breathing ceased. I tried to access the situation but a hard metal object touched my back, it felt like every nerve in my body prepared me for this moment but when the moment came I just froze. It’s such a pathetic thing to do but I couldn’t do anything other than freeze.

I felt the person scooch up to me pressing the knife closer at my back, to the point where I was drawing blood and the person’s chest was touching my back. I could feel their hot breath on my neck that night.

We stayed that way for what felt like hours. I think they were waiting for me to move or show that I was awake or something cause I stayed froze in that position, at that time I couldn’t even feel my body with how hard I was trying to keep it together.

The worst part about it was that they never spoke a word, but their eyes were unmistakable. They were the same eyes watching me from afar earlier now staring at the back of my neck waiting for me to mess up.

The front door soon opened with what I assume was Desiree coming home from work, the person in my bed slowly moved away and came off the bed. Their weight being so heavy I almost flew up when they got up.

While they opened the door out of my room I slowly reached for my phone on the desk. I heard him walking downstairs and typed in a number quickly.

Pretty soon I heard it. Desiree’s phone rings. She picks it up and her sleepy but joyful voice almost makes me cry of relief.

“Hey dude, what’s up? Did you go to sleep early?” She said, I can hear her smile as she puts down her things and opens the fridge. I can’t hear the person who was in her house.

“I’m fine, just wanted to say hi, and yeah…could you do me a favor and go outside real quick?” I said trying my best to not sound like I’m shaking as my body finally responds to moving as I snuck out of bed.

“Um,what? Listen man I’m too tired for any games rn.” She said sounding a little annoyed. I don’t blame her.

“Just, go outside like right now.” I hear a creak of wood on her end of the line “please.”

I raised a glass cup high above my head, the plan came to me during the call as I was straining to listen for the intruder. I smashed the glass against the wall and I heard it double on the phone.

“Now!” I screamed into the phone before hanging up and jumping out the window of my room, her apartment was thankfully on the second floor to the way down wasn’t deadly. But concrete on bare skin hurted like a bitch.

I heard a scream from the window and my heart dropped, but the next thing I saw made my whole body stop again. The intruder was looking at me recon the window I dropped from.

And it was Pete.

Me and Pete stared at each other for what felt like eternity, his dark eyes and pimple faced morphed by the dark room into something hideous to look at. I heard the building door open and out came Desiree with blood coming from her arm.

We both ran away with him close behind. It hurt to move after being still for so long but I had to keep running. We managed to lose him in traffic and alleys and after thirty minutes found a police station. We came in scared and with bloody bare feet, we told them everything and we stayed there for the rest of the night.

Some police went back to the apartment and by a stroke of luck found him waiting for us in Desiree’s room doing stuff that I won’t repeat here. He was arrested for attempted murder and breaking and entering. I later found out he was outside watching me through the window via a ladder. So that would explain the eyes.

But something happened in court and he was let go due to good lawyers from his family. He’s out free and I haven’t seen him since

So that’s why I ask, have you seen Pete? I don’t know if he’s moved to another country or is still around here. He could be anywhere and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea where to look.

Remember what he looks like. 25,6’1,black hair and pimple face. Don’t trust anything he says to you and just run.

And watch the people you meet in a AA meeting