#my knee jerk reaction is to not touch people and not let people touch me

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HEAR ME OUTTTTTT

......... Masochistic Delinquent Yan

i hear u loud n clear….. yan masochistic delinquent x himbo-ish reader. i enjoy this. might fuck around and make more and whatnot. delinquent bully yans have my heart fr.....

imagine him literally just fucking with you constantly just to get a reaction to put ur hands on him,, however, you provide none. you think it's just guys being guys and messing around, bullying one another! smacking each others’ bare asses with towels in the locker room, along with a little shit-talking type deal.. casually throwing insults at him, ruffling your hair dry - facing away from you with crossed arms - dick hard as he tries to form a coherent insultㅡ

before you slap his arm a little too hard on accident, playfully hitting him after throwing out an insult about his physique.. “don't fucking touch me, man..” he'd look at you as if you were stupid, even if you were just a little bit, yeah, it still hurts,,, fuck he didnt msan literally!! don't look at him with that sad puppy dog look!!! you can touch him, he promises!!!! but alas, he has to keep up his cruel and enigmatic nature with other people around… he can't beg you on his knees that yes please hit him, please continue playfully insulting him in that dark toneㅡ

delinquent often daydreaming while staring at you. very obvious. pressing on the accidental bruises you'd leave on his arms while he jerks off,,, thinking about his hair being pulled by your strong hands, muttering insults in his ear that would make him writhe tearfully and cum spurt from his tip,,,, being in a chokehold by ur thick arms while being fucked from behind against a hallway of the campus or in the very back of a library, classroom.. in a dark corner where no one can exactly see nor make out that he's riding you while you pinch his nipples under his shirt while biting at his neck harshly - reprimanding him about being quiet and that he's a fucking pussy and not at all a badass that he thinks he is - an exhibitionist of sorts.. ultimately going through all of your physical features, trying to rile you up,,, that gets him no where. you were confident in yourself. tch… your friends maybe? you seem the chivalrous type? no, nothing.. they're all idiots who can hold their own.

then he finally makes it to your car. your prized possession, with your own money. that is your baby. he scratches it up with his loser little switchblade, something small but still noticeable to the owner rather than a mere passerby.. he was leaning against it all coolly, waiting for you while popping the blade in and out of place - that, is when you lose your mind,, realistically, it'll buff right out, but still! that's your car! literally, just what is this guy's deal???! you think it's a little too far, but you leave him bloodied and battered, heaving over him; eyes glazing over the bulge in his admittedly tight black jeans. “jeez bro, i'm so sorry,,, ur gonna be okay, alright??? im so sorry,,” you'd meekly squeak, repeating almost tearful apologies, losing urself in ur rather gentle rage. your hands roaming over his face and fingertips shakily grazing his bloodied nose,,, before telling him you'll help him out, dragging him into the passenger seat of your car;; offering him a ride home or maybe to simply fix him up.. he lets you - offering no words of disagreement nor displeasure, obviously,, i mean who else is gonna take care of his fucking boner??? you gave it to him, you have to make it go away, no?? Tis only fair..

[bimbodoggie]

cybersex • (simon “ghost” riley x camgirl!reader)

contents/warnings: fem reader, consensual filming, toys, mean!dom simon, impregnating mention, face sitting, yourself on the shelf position, reader is plus sized, size kink, hair pulling, also simon is an asshole, oh also simon has a jacob’s ladder teehee :3

a/n: i started school and this semester has been beating my ass, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!, all art is by @ave661

your job was way easier than simon’s, you’d play dress up and take pretty pictures and videos for thousands of people on the internet….but simon he didn’t mind it because he knew that you were untouchable.

sometimes it did bother him tho, the fact others got to see what was his on the daily, but you could quit anytime you wanted, but this particular day it was different. the way simon was acting was kind of….strange, but then again he’s a 6’2 1/2 man who parades in a skull eggshell mask and the occasional balaclava with gunpowder or charcoal to match

all day your mind was filled by your thoughts of how he’s probably on the verge of breaking up with you right now, but then again this is the same man who spent his free time on base using your photos and videos as jerk bait….the front door creaked open and the sound of his boots and duffle bag hit the floor, its like this man had no trace of sound because next thing you know you two were eye to eye staring at each other.

it was embarrassing to say the least because well, you were naked and vulnerable…the only noise that came from his mouth was a satisfied grunt followed by a quick kiss on the mouth, you decided breaking the silence first was the best thing to do considering…

“are you leaving me?” was the question of the day, he froze, like a deer in headlights…if only you knew that was the complete opposite of what needed to be said from his mouth…once again silence filled the room as he walked over and shut off your camera which made you wonder even more about what his next move was

“you know, i’ve been thinking…that maybe instead of being being the director i get my role of the old pervert, something we can both remember yeah?”

what the fuck…is this the big secret he was storing away in his file cabinet? a fantasy, your mouth opened and closed, simon’s reaction was pretty expected, a hearty laugh a booming one at that…

“cmon use your words i know somewhere in that empty brain of yours you can conjure up a couple words yeah?”

instead of a verbal response which he wanted you just shook your head and ignored him which you would have to pay the price later but who cares at least him leaving you isn’t in the equation.

without warning simon picked you up and put you on the bed, looking you in your eyes to indicate that you either was going to break or he was going to break you.

he lifted his mask and started kissing from your neck all the way down to your malleolus bone, this man knew your body like the back of his hand, all the sensitive spots, where to lick, bite and touch he knew it all. he paused to turn on the camera.

“the first thing you’re gonna do is get on your knees and tell the audience what you’re doing today, then depending on how good you are i’ll let you be in charge for a little how does that sound lovey”

your brain circuited and was now functioning off of the commands from simon you scrambled from the bed to the floor…your big eyes met his lifeless ones.

“hi- hi everyone today i will be letting my boyfriend ghost be in my- my vids”

this was humiliating but you enjoyed every single moment, your mouth met his tip which was glistening with pre and begging to be touched, his cock was decorated with piercing jewelry which was a stimulant for your cunt, with his free hand he grabbed a fistful of hair and guided you to what he wanted to do, after that nothing but grunts and degrading phrases bounced around the walls

before he was remotely close to finishing he then picked you up and fucked into you, it was too much to bare, thousands of people watching you and how your boyfriend abuses your cunt on the daily basis, simon’s hand came into contact with your ass groping it, and leaving marks which will show in the morning

there was a heart shaped, light pink butt plug jewel which sparkled in the reflection of the light, the sounds of skin filled the room as you cried out for him to be gentle, he ignored your plea but instead moved a little closer to the camera putting your holes on display for thousands to see

user239329849: he’s such a lucky man

anon3453905: i would do anything to get my hands on her

simon laughed at the desperation comments that entailed of men and their sick fantasies, but simon was the only one who could act on them…he then put you down and signaled you to sit on his face, as much as you wanted to tell him your cunt was saying too much, you wanted him and needed him…the way his warm tongue consoled your weeping cunt had you in tears, the whining and crying for him to slow down was non existent to him.

he then positioned you to where your face was in the camera while he spread open the globes of your brown ass, “gonna give you a baby, i always know when you’re ovulating, i always track it on my calendar in my phone to make sure i get you pregnant” he rasped as he increased his pace….so much was going on which made you wonder if you could take him or not

he wanted a view of how your skin turned red at the sight of him battering your insides like it was some sick recipe…. “si baby, please im just please” your replied to him as he looked you in the eyes, a light slap from his hand was to question if you were still there or if you was just brainless, you started babbling incoherent sentences which was an indication to simon you were close, he took his hand pressed it again your lower abdomen…you tried you really did but he knew your body like a map

“you really are braindead, just a hole f’me and nothin else yea?”

that sent you overboard, it was enough with the jewelry that decorated his cock, you felt the band in your stomach pop making you to make a mess, it felt as if he planned this, he was sick but you liked it….he then turn your ass and cunt to the camera to show the cum leaking out of your throbbing hole….a sloppy kiss from simon was all you needed, you felt like he was breaking you

“touch her and i will find you personally and kill you”

he then ended the live stream to give you aftercare but deep down you knew he was serious

[cyborg-franky]

SUPER MEGA IMPORTANT QUESTION:

Who is ticklish in the one piece universe???

And WHERE is ticklish????

(Thank you so much!!! How are you doing?? Lots of hugs and love!!!)

I am okay <3 I had boba and the world is a good place once more. I hope you are okay too and hugs back <3 I hope you enjoy my dumb headcanons!

Ace This little shit is ticklish all over, especially his armpits and tummy. Like ticklish to the point he wheezes and runs out of breath. He always hides the fact he's ticklish. He doesn't mind a tickle fight but he feels embarrassed when people know he is. Sometimes prone to catching on fire where he can't contain himself, be warned.

Marco Only his neck, like around the front and back. No one ever thinks he is so he's never had to bring it up in conversation but if you get him just right on the neck with a gentle touch or a kiss he folds in on himself and makes a 'gack' squawking sound.

Izou He is but if you find where he's ticklish and try and tickle him it's the last thing you'll ever do.

Deuce His back, neck, ribs, and if you tickle him he will cry or whine about it for weeks.

Zoro He has ticklish feet but I'd be wary if I was you, his knee jerk reaction is to punch someone who is tickling him because he hates how it feels.

Nami Ticklish back and tummy but just like Izou and Zoro she will make you pay. Sanji Tummy is his weak spot, he lets out the most delighted giggles when you tickle him but he will be cursing you out as it happens, it renders him useless, just flops around like a fish. Usopp ALL OVER, If you look at him too long with the intention of tickling him he gets all flinchy and wriggly and whines out a stoooooop before you even touch him. Brook Well, not really, he just likes to pretend he is and when he see's you tickling someone else he'll ask for a tickle fight too <3

Luffy Another all over tickle bitch who laughs loudly and flails around with tears in his eyes. He loves to be tickled however and will roll around and pretend he doesn't want it but if you stop he'll pout.

Sabo He's not ticklish because he has no soul [just like me] but if you find that one tiny place behind his knee he'll murder you [just like me]

Kid Behind his ears, brush hair back or adjust something and he'll act like you just shot him in the heart and he'll hiss and huff and snap at you with a blush across his cheeks.

Killer KNEES, I know this sounds odd but just put your hand on his knee cap and gently move your fingers and he does a wiggle and a gasp, slapping your hand off.

Law He'd sooner die then let anyone know, ever. A secret he'll take to his grave. Shachi and Penguin know and will tell you for a price [the price is an icecream or something shiny] Corazon His tummy, good luck getting to it though, he'd be on to you as soon as you got out a ladder and placed it against him to climb up and tickle. But if you do manage to get to his tummy, blow raspberries and hear the big strong marine undercover spy laugh like he's an 8 year old.

[choke-me-joey]

Ch1/ Ch2 /

Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.

Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!

Author's note: okay so I was not expecting people to like this as much as they did 🥹 so here is chapter 2!! I'm currently juggling this, Hoe-vember and Matching Tattoos part 2 sp bear with if there are mistakes! I originally wrote this in first person (ick) so if you see any 'I' or 'my'.....mind ya business 🫣

London, England

September 2018

"-mum, I've really got to go, I'm running late...yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll make sure to call her, okay? Bye, mum, love you!"

You hang up the call and groan in frustration, shoving your phone in your bag with one hand, balancing your coffee and your Oyster card in the other. You manage to get through the gate without causing too much of a hold up, bolting down the escalator to the platform.

"Fuck!" You growl, as the train you were running for left the platform within seconds of your feet touching the ground. You sigh, taking a seat on the grubby bench and waiting for the next one, which, thankfully what with this being London and all, wasn't long.

You jump up, protecting your bag and coffee as you get on the already insanely crowded train. You look around desperately for a seat, of which there were none, so you stand in between a very miserable looking middle aged woman and a taller guy with curly brown hair. He has his back to you, engulfed on his phone. You squeezed in and took a hold of the bar above your head as the train began to move.

You stare awkwardly ahead of you, sipping your coffee with your free hand, being careful not to bump curly haired guy with your arm. As the train approaches your station and slows, people scramble towards the door. You wait patiently rather than getting caught in the sea of people.

You don't notice curly hair guy next to you moving his arm to put his phone in his back pocket, and before you know it you’ve been elbowed in the boob at a rather vicious velocity. The pain that follows makes you want to cry.

"Fuck!" You hiss, and the knee jerk reaction to jump away from whatever has just hit you causes you to spill your 'travel friendly' coffee cup and its contents all over your jacket. The cup crashes to the floor and everyone stares. "Oh shit!" You curse, staring down at your stained jacket.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Oh shit, here let me-"

The guy bends down and picks up your cup, handing it back to you. You look up from the damage to your jacket and into the most beautiful pair of big, brown eyes you have ever seen.

"Thanks," you mumble, taking the cup back from him. The next thing you know the doors have closed and the train is moving again. "Oh goddamn it!"

"I am so, so sorry." The guy next to you says again, looking extremely guilty as coffee practically drips off you. Luckily, a sweet old man hands you a pack of tissues, and you thank him, dabbing away at your clothes as best you can with the hand that wasn't holding your cup and bag. "Please, let me help, it's the least I can-"

"It's fine, really," you say, a little too quickly, and he looks a little hurt. You sigh, passing him your cup and bag. "If you run off with my stuff, I can't be held accountable for what I do." You warn him, and he chuckles, shooting you a smile that literally makes your knees go weak. Even though he almost de-boobed you and potentially ruined your favourite jacket, you can't help but think he is fucking gorgeous.

"I wouldn't blame you, to be honest," he says, still smiling. "Is it fucked?" He asks, his eyes flicking to your jacket.

"I dunno, if I'd have gotten off at my stop I would have been able to get home quicker to throw it in the washing machine and hope for the best," you sigh, almost reaching the end of the pack of tissues. A look of guilt flashes across his face again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine, I just feel really bad, it's a nice jacket." He bites his lip as you give up trying to dry yourself with the tissues, and take your stuff back from him. The train pulls into another station, and you figure you might as well get off here, and try to get home another way.

"Yeah, it is, but don't beat yourself up about it, accidents happen," you give him a reassuring smile, before getting off the train.

"Wait!" He yells, and you turn around on the platform, seeing him fight his way through the crowd of boarding and departing passengers. He stands in front of you awkwardly. "Um, listen, let me get your jacket dry cleaned for you, to apologise?"

You frown slightly.

"Honestly, it's fine..." you trail off, realising you don't know his name.

"Joe. And please, it'll make me feel less guilty for basically assaulting you."

You sigh, unable to stop a smile spreading across your face. He really was too adorable.

And hot as fuck.

"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?" You smirk, and he returns it.

"Nope."

"Fine," you roll my eyes dramatically, peeling off your jacket and handing it to him.

"Can I get your number?" He asks, and you're a little taken aback at his confidence.

"Excuse me?"

"I-I'll need to let you know when it's clean and stuff, so I can return it to you," he's blushing now, and you swear your heart is melting. "That's all, i swear I'm not some pervy creep."

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure a pervy creep would say he's not a pervy creep to try and persuade people he's not a pervy creep," you muse, and he laughs, loudly. "But, I'll trust you."

He grins, handing you his phone for ypu to put your number in, under the name "Underground Boob Victim". Once you're done, you pass it back to him, he laughs loudly at the name and then puts his phone back in his pocket. "Okay, well, i should really get going, but thank you, Joe. Just drop me a text or something and I'll meet you to grab my jacket back. It was nice to meet you, despite the whole GBH thing." You tease, hitching your bag up on your shoulder, offering your hand out to him. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"You mean to tell me Underground Boob Victim isn't your real name?" He smirks and I shrug.

"It's a bit of a mouthful so Y/N is a much easier nickname." You wink, and he laughs again, making you giggle.

"Well, was nice to meet you too, Y/N, sorry again." He takes your hand and shakes it, and you can feel your heart speeding up. "I'll speak to you soon."

--a few days later--

'Hey, it's Joe. Just to let you know your jacket is ready to pick up from the dry cleaner's, if you wanted to meet me in about 30 minutes?'

'Hi! Yeah that's great, thank you so much!'

'It's cool. If you don't mind, i was thinking (ironically) maybe we could go for a coffee or a drink or something after we pick your jacket up? It's okay if you don't want to though!'

'Hmm i dont know if i trust you around any liquids that can stain fabric...but clear alcohol sounds life a safe bet. I'll be there soon!'

-- a week later, still September 2018--

"I'm freaking the fuck out."

"It's just dinner, Y/N. It's not like you've never been out with a guy before! Besides, you've already been out for drinks with him, technically this is your second date" Your best friend and flat mate Zoe is laid on your bed, currently watching you pace up and down your bedroom, chewing your nails as you do. "I swear to god if you don't stop chewing those nails I slaved over, I will end you."

"Sorry, sorry!" You quickly stick your hands in your pockets, sparing Zoe's hard work. "Well, firstly the drinks thing wasnt really a date, he was just giving me my jacket back and just so happened to ask me out. Amd secondly, this isn't just some guy, Zoe, he's like...really hot. And cute. And funny. And he's so easy to talk to. We ended up just chatting shit for two hours in a Starbucks the other day, totally unplanned. He was walking in as I was walking out."

"Cute, maybe you guys can move in together and I won't have to listen to you chat shit for hours every day." Zoe teases and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You're just jealous because you dont have anyone to chat your own brand of shit with right now." You tease back, laughing as she flips you off. "He lives with his best friend, maybe if tonight goes well we can double date?"

"If you set me up with a complete and utter loser whilst you make off with the hot one, I'm going to hurt you."

"I've seen a picture or two, he's pretty cute," you laugh, holding up a black roll neck jumper and black skinny jeans. "With my black heeled boots?"

"Perfect, it shows him just how soulless and depressing you really are. You know it wouldn't kill you to wear colour just once."

"Ugh, I would rather die." You mock retch before heading into the bathroom to change.

Forty minutes later, you're dressed and ready and in the back of a taxi headed to the restaurant you and Joe had agreed on, your heart feeling like it's going to burst out of your chest and your stomach churning with nerves. Your phone vibrates in your hand, it's Joe just texting to say he was already at the restaurant, waiting for you in the lobby. You swallow hard, before texting him back that you were on your way.

The taxi gets you to the restaurant exactly three minutes before 7.30pm, when your table was booked for. You spot Joe immediately as you step inside, dressed in a shirt and trousers. He looks up from his phone when he hears the door open and his eyes meet yours, and you both simultaneously break out into a grin.

"Hey," you walk over to him and give him a hug, as per your usual greeting. His usual cologne surrounds you, but it smells a little stronger tonight. He hugs you back just as tight. "Now I feel like I should have dressed up a bit more."

"Don't worry about it, you look really good." Joe assures me.

"Thank you, so do you." You can feel your cheeks warming a little to your utter frustration. Something about Joe always turned you into a fucking giggly schoolgirl on the inside, but on the outside thankfully, you managed to play it off. "Can we go get food now? I'm fucking starving."

Joe laughs loudly.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

***

"So, seeing as all our interactions have been totally random and unplanned, I think I should be totally cliché and say, tell me about yourself?" Joe smiles as you pass your menus back to the waiter, having just ordered your food.

"Well, I mean, I don't wanna send you to sleep before the food gets here." You joke, sipping on my glass of water. Joe chuckles, doing the same.

"That's fine, just wake me up when it does get here," he winks and you roll your eyes laughing. "No, I'm just joking, come on, I wanna know stuff about you. Like, what do you do for work? How long have you been living in London?"

"So basically you wanna play 20 Questions?"

"Yep, now go."

"Ugh, fine. I'm a freelance photographer but currently I'm doing a stint as a retoucher for a studio in Central London, I've been living here for a few years as I went to Uni here, but my friend Zoe and I have been renting a flat from her uncle since we graduated. I have a degree in Editorial Photography, I like horror movies and music...that's all I can think of right now...what about you?"

"Um, I'm an actor." He says, looking almost embarrassed. Your eyebrows raise.

"No way?! That's so cool! Anything I'd have seen you in?"

"Uh, maybe, I've been in a couple of TV series, I was in something called Dickensian a couple of years ago, a show called Timewasters, and then last year I was in Game Of Thrones and another series called Howard's End."

"Game of Thrones?? Holy shit, that...wait a minute, Dickensian...shit, I think I watched that with my parents over Christmas when it came out. Oh my god I can't believe I didn't recognise you!"

"Honestly, it's nice that you didn't." Joe admits. "I'm not that well known but I've had a couple of people stop me in the street and it's...bloody weird. Flattering, but weird."

You nod. "I can understand that. So, are you working on anything cool right now?"

"Well not right this second, but this year has been mental. I've done a couple of series and a got a lead in a small film." He grins, clearly less embarassed now.

You can't help but mirror his smile. The waiter comes back with your food and tells you to enjoy.

"So, I'm having dinner with a celebrity right now?" You tease, raising your eyebrow and smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and tells you to shut up, but he's smiling.

A few hours later, your main courses and desserts long gone, you're still sat in the restaurant, deep in conversation. You've covered everything from your childhoods, your favourite movies, tv shows, your families, music, food...the list was endless. As the restaurant closes, you call the waiter over to pay the bill. You rummage around in your bag, pulling out your purse.

"Don't let her pay you." Joe says to the waiter and you glare at him.

"Joe, its fine-"

"Hey, I asked you to come out with me right? Therefore I am paying." He argues, handing over his card to the extremely bored looking waiter, who disappears to get the card machine. "Don't look at me like that, what kind of prick would I be if I expected you to pay on a date?"

You say nothing, but you smile at him, putting your purse away. "If you really want to, you can pay next time."

"There's going to be a next time?" You ask, a teasing tone to your voice, but your inner giggly schoolgirl has practically dropped dead from excitement.

"Well, only if you want, I've had a really good time tonight." He admits, quickly pausing as the waiter comes back and prompts him to enter his card details. "Plus, I still feel guilty for the whole tube thing. But that's not why I asked you out. Fuck, that came out wrong-"

"Joe, its fine, I know what you meant," you laugh, as you stand up, ready to leave. You head outside, and he offers to walk you home, and you continue your discussion about everything under the sun, and more. The whole time, your heart would not calm the fuck down, and you were actually worried he could hear how hard it was beating, especially when his hand accidentally brushed yours.

He pulled his hand back quickly as if he'd been burnt.

"Sorry!" He mumbles, looking as guilty as he did when he elbowed me on the Tube. You can't help but laugh, reaching out and linking your fingers through his.

"There, the scary part's over." You wink at him and he immediately looks relieved, giving your hand a small squeeze. You continue to walk hand in hand to your flat, stopping in front of the steps when you inform him that this was your apartment building. "Thank you for tonight, it was really nice."

"You're welcome," Joe smiles, his fingers still laced with yours. His eyes drift upwards and slightly to the side. "I'm gonna guess that's your roommate?"

You follow his eyeline and sure enough, Zoe is sat in your bedroom window, waving down at you both, a shit eating grin on her face. You groan, rolling your eyes and flipping her off.

"I'm so sorry, I'm gonna murder her," you sigh, feeling mortified as Joe waves back, laughing loudly. "Don't encourage her!" You grab his waving hand and hold it by his side, failing to keep an angry face as you start laughing along with him. "Fuck, I'm sorry, you must think I'm so weird."

Joe raises an eyebrow at me.

"You do realise you're speaking with someone who makes a living from being dressed in bloody period clothing half the time, right?"

"Well actually no, I don't as I've not watched most of your stuff, so there," you grin, poking your tongue out at him. You eventually say goodnight, and he gives you a hug, which you note lasts a few seconds longer than usual. He lets you go, and you slowly walk up the steps to the main door. "Oh, Joe?" You call out as he begins to walk away. He stops and turns.

"Mm?"

"I'll pay next time." You smile, before heading inside and closing the door.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cisfem!Reader (Dealer's choice) Character: Bartolomeo Kink: #13 Sensory deprivation Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Gift Giver: @writting-yarn-goblin

Summary: Bartolomeo seems to have more patience during the times you just want him to devour you.

Content Notes: Sensory deprivation (sight, sound, touch), light bondage, teasing, vaginal sex, genitalia piercings (I mean, it's Barto).

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Those were the last words you heard before your boyfriend put the noise canceling headphones over your ears. Words practically whispered as he was tying the blind fold around your eyes. You let those last few words play over in your head as you stood naked in the center of the room.

You couldn’t see him, or hear him, and it was almost like your skin was reaching out trying to find him. You couldn’t reach out with your hands either. Your wrists were cuffed to short chains attached to a collar around your neck. It kept your close to your collarbone, your arms resting the top of your chest.

“B-Barto?” You question tentatively. Your own voice sounds too loud in your head, thanks to the headphones. “Please, I can’t hear you… so… please, ah,” you felt the blood rush through your body in embarrassment, but if he was going to make you say it, then so be it.

“Please touch me.”

Your body tenses a little, as you struggle to stay still against the single finger against your skin. A soft huff of air leaves you as the single finger tracing a lazy line down your back. When it gets to your lower back, more fingers rest against your skin as his hand trails over your hip.

He steadies you with the hand against your hip, tilting your chin up with his other hand, and kissing your lips softly. His fangs press in with the kiss, but you’ve long since become used to them. Used to how careful he is with them.

How delicate he can be. The unexpected patience.

Bartolomeo is generally a ball of energy. Easily excited, easily angered. His knee-jerk reaction to most people is to be a jerk, in all honesty. He’s not very good at backing down, but he’s so skilled at tearing people apart with his crude words that he earned the nickname of cannibal some years ago.

For as sharp as his words and fangs can be, he’s equally kind. Even if that kindness is reserved for his crew, and little else.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, his hand holding your face in place. There’s a soft click of bone on bone as the long fangs click against your far shorter ones. You can’t hear the soft sounds that escape him when he kisses you like this, but you can almost feel them against your skin. Your own soft sounds are nearly echoing in your head, but it’s hard to even realize you’re making any sounds with his tongue in your mouth.

It's skilled in much more than simply tossing words like throwing knives. You can feel the rumble of his voice as he hugs you close for a moment after a breaking the kiss.

“Barto, I can-can’t hear you.” You whimper softly, as your head is tilted to the side. Tender kisses against your neck pull tiny gasps from your lips again.

There’s a gentle tug at the headphones.

“Are you okay?” He repeats, and you nod.

“I… I’ll use my words if I have to, I promise.” You admit, stepping closer to him and feeling his bare skin brush against yours.

“That’s my good honey.” He says before the headphones are set back in place. He doesn’t step away from you, as his long, strong arms reach down and lift you up easily.

You squeak. Being lifted off the ground so easily always surprised you, even if you knew it was coming. But he holds you steady against his chest, fingers idling over your back only once he was sure you wouldn’t squirm too much.

He sets you on the bed, you think. It’s soft, and large enough that when he lays you back you have room enough. You could be cough, maybe, but he wasn’t the type to put sheets over any other furniture, no matter what you two were doing.

Your legs are pulled apart slowly. You can’t help the little shivers that run down your legs, and the soft sounds of anticipation panting from your mouth. You can almost picture the look on his face. He wasn’t one to actually eat someone, but he tended to look at you like you were maybe just that delicious.

Not being able to see it right now didn’t diminish the effect.

The thick, hard, impossibly hot, pierced cock that belongs to him lays heavy against your lower stomach. You feel his hands press into the mattress on either side of your body. He leans down, shifting his hips a little and pushing his shaft against your slit as he kisses your body.

Your fingers flex and your arms twitch as his lips move over your tits. You can’t reach him with your wrists cuffed to the collar. You can’t cover yourself either, not that you did that much anymore as it was, but when you were like this you felt so much more exposed. So much more at his mercy than usual.

You loved it. You trusted him. Just like he promised, he would take care of you. Sweet sounds filled the air for him as he gently nipped and licked your nipples. His hard dick was teasing your clit, the wetness from your slit providing him a little lubrication.

“M-More, please, Barto.” You murmur as you shift your hips. “More please, fill me up.”

Hands grab your ankles, lifting your legs up and holding them open. He keeps rubbing against you, and the sensation feels good and has you on edge with anticipation. You can’t tell when he’s going to shift and finally push inside you, and you want it. You want him.

“Don’t tease me!” You finally wail after a couple more minutes. You’re nearly at the edge, the nubs of his piercings have been teasing your clit and you’re ready to burst.

There’s a brief pause, and the head of his cock lines up with your twitching entrance. He pushes in a little, pulling back out too soon. You nearly whimper, but he pushes in again, getting the tip all the way in and pushing a little more.

The stretch is sweet, the pleasure is a relief, but he pulls back out again. You’re caught between pants of pleasure and frustrated whimpers as he repeats the process a couple more times. You can feel your own slick leaking down the curve of your ass, and you’re almost trying to pull your legs free of his hands so you can just wrap them around his waist and pull him in once and for all.

A light squeeze of your ankles, and a light nip of teeth against your calf settles you. He pushes your legs back, stretching the muscles in your thighs a little, before lining up again. This time when he pushes in, he doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your thighs.

He pauses for a moment, saying something you can’t hear, but you’re not worried. He said so before – he’ll take care of you, and so you relax as he begins to move, long and slow, and terribly teasing.

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for jolyne and ermes with a male s/o? please and thank you!!!

I finally come back to Tumblr and I see not one but two requests about Jojo girls are waiting for me?! By the way I'm sorry that this took me forever to get around to I honestly wasn't expecting people to be requesting from me like this but hey I guess it's the price I pay for being a good writer ;) anyway thank you for your patience and please enjoy!

Jolyne and Ermes NSFW Headcannons

Contains: mentions of daddy kink, hair pulling, and cockwarming, hate fucking, blowjobs, titjobs, oral sex, nippleplay, bondage, rough sex, small showing of bratty Jolyne, brat taming

Ermes Costello

° Ermes cusses during sex, I feel like she doesn't even cuss that much on a day to day basis but when she's getting fucked the words just start spilling out of her mouth

° Ermes likes to hate fuck, like talking shit, throwing insults back and forth, and saying how much you despise each other as you fuck her into the bed type of hate fucking

° Ermes will say all types of things about how she's had so much better in the past but you both know she's jsut trying to get you to fuck her even harder, that's all, it's all in good roleplay fun

° But before that Ermes loves to make out with you first, kind of as a form of foreplay, I refuse to believe she has a stand called Kiss and she doesn't like to kiss, now come on now

° She'll kiss you in the most passionate, loving, steamiest way she can (especially to make up for the fact the she wants you to fuck her like you barely know her, so it's her best way of showing a little love to you)

° Actually I think Ermes is good at using her mouth in general

° She gives the absolute best blowjobs and no one will change my mind on this

° Seriously she knows all of your favorite spots on your dick that really get you moaning, no matter what move or area it is she knows about it and will abuse the fuck out of it

° I just know Ermes likes getting face fucked too I just know it

° I don't why but I believe it's true, Ermes wholeheartedly prefers when you violate her mouth and use it like a cheap toy until you cum

° Ermes definitely doesn't mind you repaying a favor either, basically any sort of oral whether done to her or you Ermes is down for

° Whenever you eat Ermes out her legs will instinctively wrap around your head in a leglock, she will subconsciously just start squeezing your head with her thighs

° She can't help it, it's a knee jerk reaction to getting her clit overly stimulated you can't blame her for that

° Ermes likes giving you a blowjob or sitting on your lap cockwarming you while you're out in public, and I mean public as in something like cockwarming you on a park bench where anybody could see the two of you at any given moment, not under a table or something, completely out in the open

° Or she could be on the phone while casually giving you a blowjob like it's nothing (secretly hoping that the person she's talking to can hear your moans or hear her sloppily giving you head)

° Homegirl was a little too invested in Jolyne's story about getting caught masturbating for me not to think she's an exhibitionist

° Ermes likes tit jobs, let's just be honest for a second, Ermes has a nice rack and she will abuse this fact by using her tits to pleasure you

° Also her chest is just really really sensitive so it's a really nice feeling to Ermes to have your dick fucking said chest

° Nippleplay? Yeah, nippleplay. Ermes can't take getting her nipples played with, they're almost too sensitive, she will seriously fall apart in seconds if you touch her chest

° Hoenstly I could see either (or both) Ermes and Jolyne being into face riding, but still especially Ermes, it's another postion for you to eat her out in what isn't there to love about face riding for her?

° Ermes likes giving you petnames and calls you pretty much every single one she can think of

° Baby, good boy, puppy, sugar tits, you name it! She'll call you every name in the book

Jolyne Kujo

° Jolyne likes seeing here lipstick on your body, like if she kisses you anywhere on your body--chest, face, lips, whatever--she has to leave a lipstick mark behind, she thinks they look so cute on you

° Plus she loves how it so obviously shows off that your taken, even if it's just a simple kissy mark on the cheek

° Jolyne likes to wrestle with you on the bed and when I say wrestle I literally mean wrestle

° She will do some WWE moves on you, but she also expects you to do the same thing to her, she's not some delicate flower or something please be rough with her

° Jolyne likes to be on top of you but she also gets turned on when you try to wrestle flip her over and borderline force her to be the one on the bottom

° I feel like Joylne actually has a bit of a kink for getting pushed down and being forced to take it even if she says no and tells you to stop

° She will actually be pissed at you if you listen to her, like why did you actually stop? She was just getting into it

° You're definitely gonna need a safe word with this girl

° Jolyne kind of gives off brat energy, I can see her trying to tell you what to do all the time, critiquing you, and generally teasing you whenever she can

° Lowkey you'd proabably have to do a bit of brat taming with Jolyne, like not letting her cum when she wants to and spanking her when she doesn't listen for example

° The only time you should stop would be when she's apologizing and begging cause at that point you know she's being genuine

° (To be honest I could see this being the case with Ermes too, they both seem a little bratty (in a good way))

° Jolyne knows and is willing to do every postion at least once

° You all saw her when she striped naked in front of those officers, right? She knew exactly what she was doing

° Jolyne uses her stand, Stone Free, to tie you (and maybe even herself) up

° Jolyne will put you both together in one of those intricately laced rope bondage harnesses that connects the two of you using her string

° Jolyne will gladly tie her string around your wrists as makeshift handcuffs to keep you from moving too much, or at all, on the bed or tie herself up in a way where she has to take whatever you do to her but her favorite way to use her string is to tie the both of you up together connected to each other in that intricately laced rope bondage fashion so you can't stop fucking her until she wants you to stop

° Seriously she will not release either of you from her strings until she is satisfied

° She probably knows all the different knots to toe a person up into as well, hog tying, harnesses, shibari style, whatever

° I dare you to look me in my eye and tell me Jolyne wouldn't have a daddy kink

° It was originally an accident, something she just said in the spur of the moment, but seeing how much you both were into it it became a regular thing after that

° Joylne's hair honestly looks so perfect for pulling on

° Hair pulling is one of those kinks she didn't even know she was into until you did it now it's her soft spot for getting her to moan really easily

° Calling Jolyne by her nickname, Jojo, but only in the bedroom and using it as a way to tell Jolyne when you're in the mood

° Especially when Jolyne is in one of her bratty moods, imagine pulling on her hair and telling her to stop acting up while you call her Jojo? Bruh she would already be on her knees, I bet she would blush in the absolute cutest way too without fail

° I'm telling you, calling her Jojo with sexual context? Perfection

[antimonyandthyme]

I have a bodyswap!au brainworm that won't let me sleep so im making it everybody else's problem sorry 😅

Okay so. Charles suddey realising that people touch Seb.

He knew, of course, that Seb is very friendly, that there are always back pats and arm squeezes, but now that he is present at every single interaction he actually realises how much there is. He is basically the local squishy antistress toy man. It just keeps coming. Everybody wants a touch.

And it's not even the worst part--it would probably still bother him a lot if that was it, but what actually makes him see red is how much Seb’s body likes it. How sensitive he is drives him nuts. Mick hugs him by the shoulders and his skin is alight with shivers. Lewis puts his arm around his--Seb's--waist and he can't ignore how nicely heavy it is. Mark manhandles him and he almost pops a stiffy out of fucking nowhere are you kidding him--

He wants to bite faces off, but he can’t because he is Seb. He can't mess with Seb’s reputation, can’t risk ruining his friendships. He can’t let him down like that, even if he is so jealous he would be vibrating out of his own skin if it were actually his own.

Does he snap at Seb eventually in a very embarrassing display, because all of this has to find an outlet somewhere? Maybe, i dont know 🙃

P s your writing is absolutely incredible thank you so much for sharing it 💜🍋

Lemon this is the most perfect thing ever. The local squishy anti-stress toy man? That's exactly who Seb is. Your big brain!

Below the cut for more body swap thoughts!

It's different knowing something and actually experiencing it, right? Charles (in Seb's body) can't stop his knee-jerk reaction of melting into the arms of his mechanics whenever they reach for him. And Charles has to remember he's Seb and not pull away, because the first time he extricates himself, Mikey looks at him, bewildered, and goes You okay there, Seb? And Charles will not be the reason he injects any strife whatsoever into Seb's team so he hugs back but my goodness, they keep touching Seb don't they?

Like you said, the thing that gets under his skin is how much Seb enjoys every bit of it. How much he shies away from the praise, but at the same time revels and blooms under all that attention. And he can't begrudge Seb that, can he? But must Seb like it this much? Must his body curl after Mick with yearning after just an easy arm around his shoulder? Must he shudder in anticipation when Mark takes him by the elbow and manhandles him to where Mark wants him to go?

You know what the worst part is? It's that with all these touches given over to Seb so freely, Charles has to wonder how his own could be any special. When he touches Seb, sidles up to Seb hopefully in the paddock, sure, maybe it gets Seb smiling and warm and happy, but doesn't everybody get Seb smiling and warm and happy? How is he any different?

It makes him frustrated, it makes him morose. He doesn't want to confront Seb about it, because that's just petulant isn't it? Seb has never belonged to one man, no matter how much Charles wishes for it to be so. So he inserts distance where they should be none, pushes Seb away with curt glances and monosyllabic answers, ignoring the pang of guilt he feels when Seb looks at him, bewildered and not a little hurt.

Comes to head when Charles is off brooding by himself. Seb is the one who sidles up to him now, so quietly Charles doesn't notice until Seb's pressed right up against him.

And oh. Seb's body tunes entirely to Charles, like a weathervane in the wind. Compass needle to north. Surf to the beach. Every single metaphor of longing Charles can dream of. He hadn't realized Seb's body had been so starved of Charles' touch. Hope is a jagged lance through his chest. Does that mean, does that mean Seb possibly thinks of him as something other than just--

"Charles," Seb chides. The smile he wears is fond and reserved only for his eyes.

Charles ducks his head. To say anything would be to admit to the desire cresting so ferociously in him it makes his chest ache. That he should reserve, for when they switch back. He wants to say it to Seb's face, with his own lips.

[alister312]

how are gregstophe's approaches to their intimacy different from each other?

something i've kinda thought about but not totally vocalized in terms of how they differ with intimacy is intent? i might've danced around the concept in my touch meta but i think there's something to be considered for both of them but especially gregory when it comes to intent.

that is to say, i think gregory seems naturally very intimate with people in general. he's the type to greet everyone very cordially, be very caring to those struggling, not care about hugs and even cheek kisses are greetings (his european ass lol). and then even more so with those he actually knows and cares about! but i don't think he ever thinks much about how casually close he can be to others. it's a knee-jerk reaction, his humanitarian side combined with super his polite manners.

on the other hand, christophe does not like to let anyone near him (emotionally or physically) unless he has no other excuse or is pushed to an emotional extreme. he gives off the aura of not caring if someone lives or dies when they see each other on the street. then if they're on a mission together, he acts like they're thick as thieves and he would do anything for them. this is mostly due to the fact that he feels the importance of the mission trumps any other feelings he has and also it's a matter of life or death, so closeness is necessary.

so to me, them getting more intimate with one another revolves less around things they do and more about how/when they do them. like gregory comforting christophe not bc it's something he knows he should do bc christophe is sad, but bc it's something he wants and means to do. or christophe putting an arm around gregory with no external sources forcing/requiring him to do so. his advance in intimacy is a bit more obvious to pick up on than gregory's but they're both entirely valid and meaningful to them.

[infinitemonkeytheory]

I can’t believe they let Lizzo [play a flute owned by James Madison / twerk even though she’s not skinny / continue to exist as a Black woman].

I found this event [triggering / in violation of my need to only ever see thin white women on my timeline]. As someone who spends a fair bit of time yammering on about our nation’s heritage, it deeply offends me that [Lizzo seems to care about our nation’s heritage / a Black woman is now the Librarian of Congress].

Clearly this horrible event was a form of racial retribution. I know this because I believe life is a zero-sum game where [there are only winners and losers / only white people should put their lips on white people flutes / Lizzo should be as sad and lonely as my white nationalist substack subscribers].

Some people saw Lizzo playing James Madison’s flute and thought, Gee, what a nice thing that any normal person can enjoy. But this is the wrong reaction. Whenever anything happens in the world involving a prominent Black person, the correct thing to do is [immediately make it about myself / have a knee-jerk reaction I will never honestly explore / interpret it through my precious and lucrative lens of white grievance].

I don’t care if Lizzo is a [classically trained musician / popular and beloved artist / cultural icon]. Those things don’t matter to me, because when I look at Lizzo perform, all I can ever see is her [skin color / gender / body size], the three things that matter most to me when I judge a woman.

Speaking of which, what is a woman? Having given this question an unhealthy and inappropriate amount of thought, a woman is someone who should be [a virgin until she is married to a man / forced to give birth against her will / white if aquatic]. A woman is not someone who should [feel entitled to dress the way they want / dance the way they want / behave in ways that don’t please me personally].

I am absolutely qualified to make judgments on Lizzo’s performance, musical talent, and clothing choices because my only talent is [whining about white victimhood / obsessing about trans kids / podcasting about the scientific validity of Black mermaids].

James Madison is one of our most venerated forefathers, and in my anger over this Lizzo abomination, I’ve never once stopped to consider that President Madison [owned slaves / believed women didn’t deserve the right to vote / never once played his crystal flute]. And now that I’ve learned about the existence of this crystal flute, it seems very important to me that it should remain hidden away, just like [women who don’t conform to a Barbie standard of beauty / honest historical accounts about slavery and its enduring legacy / the truth behind my knee-jerk disgust response to Lizzo].

There are those who might take this event as an opportunity to celebrate the fact that Lizzo [actually cares about American history enough to tour the Library of Congress / is bringing welcome attention to the Library of Congress’s collection / is a multitalented artist and musician using her fame and powers for the good]. Me? I’m taking this opportunity to [embarrass myself, yet again, on Twitter / expose myself, yet again, as a petty and pathetic human being / enrich myself, yet again, off the dollars of people who still believe Trump “drained the swamp”].

At her Washington DC concert, Lizzo thanked the Library of Congress for preserving our history. She sparked international interest in its archival collection and inspired band kids everywhere to play their instruments with pride. What a sad episode for anyone who cares about this country. In fact, I feel quite ill. In a minute, I’m going to need [some smelling salts / to write yet another think piece about the catastrophe of wokeness / my comfort Confederate flag].

The Library of Congress should never allow someone like Lizzo to touch their archival instruments again. And that’s because [these instruments, which I’ve never given a thought to before today, are very important to me / Lizzo living her best life is something that makes me really mad / when I talk about our “heritage,” this is just code for “white people”].

[inukag-archive]

Hello! What are your "comfort" fics that you read over and over? Thank you mods!!

Hello Nonnie!

Thank you for your ask-- we previously made a list of Mod favorite / must rec fics, but for this one we thought about fics we would read over again while slipping into a warm bath.

Pixie

The Way You See Me by KingBaka (M)

‘If I transform again, with these claws of mine…I might even tear you up, Kagome.’ For the first time, Kagome must face Inuyasha’s full-youkai transformation alone. Will she be able to reach him, or will Inuyasha’s worst fears come true?

A Moment by @akitokihojo (G)

Sometimes, when things become just a bit too much, all you need to do is take a moment. Let it out. Let it go.

there's no place (for us/like home) by GuardianKarenTerrier (G)

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Inuyasha starts to creep closer to the fire at night. Now that he's not so injured, he's begun to vanish into the woods and come back to throw down rabbits and once a badger at the side of the hut, and Kagome hasn't had to worry about finding enough to eat as the air starts to turn colder. He hardly ever talks to them, or at all, and he won't come close enough to touch- he never comes as close as he had that first day again, but he stays.

She's not sure why he stays, but she's glad that he does.

Lost

Holding Them by Quillwing717 (M)

It's the most important thing they've ever done together, and InuYasha's just not sure how to handle it all. Introspective, one-shot. Uploaded here at the request of a friend.

Slipped by @witchygirl99 (E)

“I was worried it’d be more of a sex thing.”

A sex thing. Inuyasha makes a face at the ceiling. God, why does Miroku say shit like that? “Yeah, well,” he grouses, grabbing at his cell phone so that he can look his friend in the eye. “Give me some fucking credit. I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”

Miroku looks, in that moment, far too smug. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Fuck you,” comes his automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. Begrudgingly, unhappily, Inuyasha sighs his next admission. “Not great.”

Inuyasha has a life plan that is viciously, cheerfully and quickly dismantled the moment he becomes temporary roommates with one Kagome Higurashi. Unsurprisingly, this is all Miroku's fault.

Cinnamon Hearts by @fandomobsessions016 (M)

"So, you may be wondering, what’s this story about anyway? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s about how this queen, almost lost her crown, her throne, but worst of all… it’s about how this queen almost lost her king…

Hindsight, of course, has perfect vision, but at the time I did not. I was a girl becoming a woman who fought bitterly against change that was inevitable. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was right in front of me.

What I wanted more than anything was to keep Inuyasha.

High school forced my eyes open, tested our “unshakable” bond and made me confront my biggest fear. All because…

I caught feelings for my best friend.

I like-liked my king."

Anisa

Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

Little By Little by @littleknownartist (E)

Post Manga. After the three year separation, Inuyasha and Kagome are finally together as a couple. There will be little bumps in the road along the way, but its all part of the learning experience. And they plan to learn everything about and every inch of the other-little by little.

Soulmates by @inuanna (T)

AU. Every person has a Soulmate, with whom they share an unique bond, they can feel each other's feelings and the closer they are to each other the stronger it gets. Some people share a weak bond, that is barely there, they can choose to follow the bond or find the love of their life. Others have a bond so strong that it's imposible to avoid it. Inuyasha and Kagome share a strong bond. Inuyasha is looking for his Soulmate. Kagome is doing everything to avoid finding hers.

Rudd

Matchmakers of Shikon High by @neutronstarchild (G)

Jakotsu had to do something. His grumpy dog hanyō math teacher sometimes made life miserable with his tirades, and seemed to be growing grumpier by the day! Mr. Taisho needed love. When Jakotsu recruited his best friends to help him find the perfect person to make Mr. Taisho’s scowl become a smile, they realized they already had the perfect candidate: their amazing theater teacher Ms. Higurashi. Now… they just had to convince the two of them to fall in love.

Letters on a Train by Emilyblood (T)

Demanded to find a bride by his father, Inuyasha is spending a trip across Victorian Europe with Kagome trying to think of a way to get Kikyou to marry him. Needless to say, Kagome is nonetoo happy, but can she keep how she feels to herself for her friend

Double Date by @Inuanna (M)

AU OS Kagome's friends wanted to set her up in a double date. Miroku and Sango believed strongly that oposites attract. For Kagome a kind and soft spoken man, and for Kikyou a man who spoke his mind and showed every emotion. They thought Hojo and Inuyasha were perfect for their friends...and they were right and wrong at the same time. Rated M because of Inuyasha's potty mouth.

Mama

Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

Earthshake by @sugarrosfanfiction (M)

Natural Disasters are nothing to laugh at... and so Kagome realizes as she's trapped, hundreds of feet beneath the rubble of what was once her school, with her classmates dying one by one, and absolutely no hope of rescue.

Out of Time by @keizfanfiction (M)

Inuyasha and Kagome are in a race against time as they rush to save their friends from an uncertain fate. While being pursued through a dark forest and fighting to stay alive, at times it seems hopeless, but together, they can overcome.

[hecckyeah]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Well hey you, thanks for this!! I never like self-promoting anything of mine, but I do carry a certain sense of accomplishment and love for my fics, and I just want people to read and enjoy them :)

So here we go!

1. Until the Night is Over

(Fandom: Agents of SHIELD)

This one is so near and dear to my heart. It was inspired by the song When the Night is Over by Lord Huron, and it’s the first and only multi-chapter fic I’ve ever completed (I’ve always been more of a one-shot gal myself). I call it a “modern day Dousy AU,” with a healthy amount of espionage, angst, mystery, and fluff. Written at the height of the Dousy craze around here, and I was so honored by all the loyal readers and even some late night idea sessions with the mutuals.

Anyway, it’s a classic and has held the number one favorite spot for a long time :)

2. the medic

(Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

I feel like this was my first real foray off my beaten path of linear, conversational fic, if you will. It’s more poetry than anything else and it focuses on Kix, a character we don’t see much of but has a huge and very unique role in TCW. I wanted to explore the ins and outs of being a medic in the GAR, and the parallels that led to his ultimate fate. I’ve even gotten some amazing feedback from relatives of real life army medics, who say it rings true and reminds them of their veteran relatives stories, which is just a huge honor and makes me tear up a little :’)

3. but you dream of some epiphany

(Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Again, this one is less “traditional” and more poetic. It’s just a short take on the couple of weeks immediately following Order 66, and how Ahsoka and Rex try to find their way in this new, very hostile galaxy. Lots of emotions, PTSD, and callbacks and parallels. It’s also partly me rejecting the canon that says the two of them split up almost immediately after escaping the purge, and deciding that it’s much more likely they would stick together, at least for a little while.

4. And I Dealt My Heart

(Fandom: Agents of SHIELD)

For someone who’s never been a fan of AUs, I sure do write a lot of them for Dousy :)

This one was my knee jerk reaction to some overwhelming emotions I was feeling following a dance I went to with my family. Funny what a whirlwind of a night can make you feel in the span of 2-3 hours. I love love love country music and the culture surrounding it, and I thought what better way to put a new spin on the Blue Shirt™️ than a good old fashioned square dance? Plus, it’s such a natural foil for Daisy that it really worked, at least in my opinion. And who doesn’t love a little extra sprinkle of Philinda being pseudo parents? :)

5. can’t tell me there’s no point in trying

(Fandom: Star Wars)

This one is still in progress, so we’ll see where I land on it, but so far I have SO enjoyed the process. It was originally just a one-shot, aka me scratching the itch I have to see Ahsoka Tano and Cal Kestis interact on screen, and touching on the emotions surrounding Order 66 and the clones’ betrayal and how Cal would react to a de-chipped Rex. Now it’s gone much further to my own delight, and I get to explore things like Cody and the Bad Batch and even Cal’s biological family. I really love it so far and I’m excited about where it’s headed :)

A couple honorable mentions because I’m indecisive:

The One With the Second Chance - (Friends; Joey/Rachel)

when the smoke clears (i’ll be right here) - (AOS; Dousy)

[sciencesara]

The Palworld Discourse

Why is it so bad…

I actually have a nuanced take but seeing the two sides is just irritating.

One side is mad and saying it’s a cheap ripoff of pokemon and that it used AI (how??? unsure) and the other side is just like, loll who cares, bad look defending the biggest IP by Nintendo, what’s wrong playing a parody that a smaller company has made, looks fun!!

Alright, I’m breaking this down into some overarching problems I see, and why everyone is having a weird knee jerk reaction one way or the other.

Gameplay and why it is (or is not) the pokemon game you are looking for

The company model is not anything to write home about

As an artist who loves Pokemon, I’m not mad that they ripped off Pokemon, I’m just mad that they did it in the laziest way possible

AI and the artists in the current climate

I love media analysis, let’s goooooo

Gameplay and why it is (or is not) the pokemon game you are looking for

Okay yes, the images below are pretty great, definitely selling the edgy dark “this is an adult parody of pokemon – with guns!” complete with animal abuse and exploitation vibes. Funny to see, but that’s not my kinda game, and even if it were…

That’s not what you are going to see most of the time. It’s definitely a more basic looking open world game/survival/base building/automation with menus and lists that you will be staring at, grinding and leveling up. The Pokepals are just a part of the game as a whole. It’s also early access, so the game is still not completely done yet. I can definitely see why it’s such a hit – it’s a genre crossover we haven’t seen before, even though it’s not…a great game, it still will be enjoyable for its audience. Presumably people who liked South Park growing up, idk

Syntac on Youtube

The company model is not anything to write home about

Y’all thinking I’m defending Nintendo by criticizing another game company can know I can hold hate for both simultaneously, thank you very much. The developer/publisher Pocketpair has done other games that are on Steam – one is called Art Imposter, a game similar to drawful that uses AI to generate the art (I will touch on AI later) and Craftopia. Craftopia is also an early access multiplayer survival action game by them, maybe you can tell what other game is mentioned when talking about this game…

How about an upcoming game they have in the works, in addition to the two early access games?

If you can’t tell where I am going with this, their whole premise is making riffs off of popular works, and in my eyes, do not make them out of love, or make them in a transformative way.

As an artist who loves Pokemon, I’m not mad that they ripped off Pokemon, I’m mad that they did it in the laziest way possible

The fan game Pokemon infinite fusion uses an AI to generate a mash-up of two different pokemon, but a large fan base has been making unique pixel art to replace favorite fusions, and has some amazing takes! There are rules and peer review of the submitted artwork, and a guide of how to make these look like pokemon – complexity of the design, color scheme, shading, etc. There are some hilarious deep cuts, and sometimes multiple versions of the same fusion, so you can pick your favorite.

SnooDrawings7091 on r/PokemonInfiniteFusion

Next, we have r/fakemon, a subreddit for fans to post their own designs, and they are amazing! They range from reimaginings and regional redesigns to original creatures, see below

Expert-Discount-3311 on r/fakemon

And here are some pal to pokemon comparisons

If you notice, all of these match the color scheme and body proportions of the one or two pokemon shown – all of them. There are original pals, but that is not the point. If you want a knock off pokemon game, go ahead, but in my book, even a few of these absolute fake prada bags are lazy. I love the creation of new, original designs that look like pokemon but are not. Look at the below image for an original pal that I love the design of -

Give me more of this!!! These look like new pokemon, because they use the same basic shapes, colors, and eye shapes of the pokemon style.

But others can just shrug and won’t care that much, and find it kinda funny that the company is so blatant about it (and find it weird that I have such strong feelings on the subject)

And that brings me to                                   

       

AI and the artists in the current climate

As you might know, AI has been a nightmare for digital artists, sending them into a survivalist defensive against the rise of generative art.

AI, that takes existing good art, puts it through a blender and makes something derivative with the same-wait a minute-no, I shan’t say-

If there were weird vibes of people throwing AI accusations against Palworld, this is probably why – they are so primed to be defensive right now against the use of AI that stuff like this hits that same spot in just the right way.

I have a whole other rant about how I do not like AI, but suffice it to say I feel kinda depressed that I have to scan digital photos and digital artwork now to make sure it is not AI generated before I can rely on my immediate gut instinct of liking or disliking a photo or artwork. The problem with AI generation is one of use – it makes so much chaff that the wheat of actual human work gets lost in the noise. Good luck for any new digital artist to join the market when AI can do it better off of stolen work for free. Something something the rise of derivative works overshadow smaller original ones

Anyways Palworld is meh to me and I’ll sit this one out and eye Slime Rancher 2 instead

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Please tag this as "Beck" so I can find it. I'm looking for... another perspective, mostly?

tw discussions of csa, cocsa, sa in general, sexual harassment

so, im 15, and I don't know what "counts" as sexual assault. I have this thing I think a lot when people refer to certain things (basically anything that's not rape or attempted rape) as sexual assault where my knee-jerk reaction is to think (but i would NEVER say this to anyone) "oh, but that's not assault, it's 'just' harassment". and I've never really understood why I felt that way--I thought it was some misogynistic society bullshit--until very recently, when I realized the reason is because if XYZ thing counts as SA, then I've been sexually assaulted.

somehow it's easier for me to comprehend that it was "just" harassment. but basically, there's three incidents that stick out: one when I was 12 and 13, where my friend would repeatedly make sexual comments about me (and even once took off her shirt) and say i probably "liked it" because I was a bisexual girl (note i am transmasc now but at the time was girlmode). those ones are "just" harassment I think but they still really bother me. another when i was 13 when my different friend would 1) talk about how hot/sexy/etc she thought I was, unsolicited, and how she wanted to fuck me. at the time I thought I was okay with it, but looking back it was really only because all my other peers called me ugly all the time so I craved that validation. im pretty sure it made me uncomfortable even if I didn't quite realize. more pressingly, though, once at a party she tried to kiss me without my permission, almost succeeded, and I had to push her off me. everyone laughed, so I did too, treating it like a joke, and then i did kiss her afterward, but I think it was only because she wanted me to and I felt like I'd be "ruining the joke" if i didn't let her. I don't know if that's assault or not, since at the time I kind of thought it was OK bc it was for the bit or whatever. third, when I was 14, my aunt and mom got drunk when I was around. as i went to leave the room, my aunt slapped my ass, and I felt EXTRAORDINARILY uncomfortable, but when I tried to yell at her, she and my mom told me "if your aunt wants to touch you, she can touch you!! respect her!!". that's not the only time she's done that but it's the one I most clearly remember. I really don't know what that is, cause even though it's a clear violation of my boundaries in a place you can be touched sexually, it's not like she was? doing it? for sexual reasons? but at the same time if one of my cis male peers came up to me and slapped my ass with the same joke behind it, same response to my anger, and same brush off affect, I'd almost certainly call it assault, even if THEY weren't actually attracted to me either.

i don't know. I guess i just want someone to tell me what any of that "counts" as, or even just what sexual assault and sexual harassment ARE in general. it's not like anyone raped me. I have a friend whose gone through absolutely God awful sexual trauma, too, at a much younger age and much higher severity and frequency, so I really feel like whatever happened to me isn't that bad a deal, even though it does like distress me and stuff to think about.

-Beck (he/him)

Hi Beck,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through.

Please know that it's considered sexual harassment for someone to repeatedly make sexual comments towards you and insist that you like it. This is similar to catcalling, which is another form of sexual harassment. Someone making moves on you without your consent, including forced kissing, is also considered sexual harassment, and can even be considered sexual assault.

Someone slapping your ass without your consent can also be considered sexual assault, and I'm appalled that your mom defended your aunt's actions. It's a very twisted line of logic because it doesn't take into account respecting your boundaries and your body. If you don't want to be touched, there is nothing wrong with that and it's not disrespectful to set boundaries like that. I think that even if your aunt didn't necessarily have sexual intentions behind her action, your ass is still a private area and it's still assault to be touched without your consent. I have additional terms and definitions here.

It's important not to compare your experiences to others. As someone who was also told "it's not like you were raped", being raped is not The Ultimate Trauma and should never be used to minimize other trauma. Just because you weren't raped, and thank god you weren't, doesn't mean that the experiences you do have don't matter. Your experiences and feelings about them are valid. Comparing yourself to others you feel have gone through worse doesn't help you process or heal from your own experiences.

Trauma is not measured by what happened, because we all deal with it differently. Some people can go through something you may consider traumatic and be fine, while others may develop complex trauma disorders from the same event. That's because we all have different factors that affect our resiliency, such as genetics, environment, preexisting conditions, a history of trauma, tenacity, and more. This is why trauma is too subjective to be quantified by objective events, and rather by the way we process them mentally.

I'm not sure if your mom would be receptive, but it may be worthwhile to seek out a mental health professional such as a therapist, if you can access or afford it. A therapist could help you process your experiences and feelings surrounding them, equipping you with coping mechanisms to aid you on your healing journey.

I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[quinloki]

Ok so, I shit u not, since u said I could pick who to talk about, I decided to use a number generator to pick for me and it picked my Kid Pirates OC LMAOOOO who was inspired by this, really fantastic fic by @standfucker (if I remember right the title is “Rotations” but don’t quote me on that)(also note that this is the crew I am the LEAST familiar with but the most FASCINATED by atm)

So, let’s get into Zella(he/she), my newest OC (like, literally came up with her in the last couple of weeks)! She is a 5’5”, 22-24 spunky lil shit from the West Blue, who loves her crew and ONLY them, fuck the rest of the world. He’s punk (ofc), usually sporting a cropped deep red and green leather jacket, long fingerless gloves, and black tank top and high waisted pants, with boots (a pair she’s had since before the Kid Pirates and would stab a bitch for as they were a gift). Short dark green hair, with two little white tufts that poke out in front of her ears and frame her face. (Im kinda shooting for like, a hummingbird kinda vibe for her, but not like “cute smol, wants some flowers” and more “I will stab u with my beak if u get near my flower” deal. A colorful chihuahua if u will)

Since Zella is so new I don’t have a lot aside from design vibes, but I have some key things

• as One Piece characters tend to have, his childhood? Fucked up. Got dragged around hopping island to island with their shitty parents until they finally abandoned him. He tried to find comfort and friendship with the local kids and it, didn’t go well. Let’s just say the fingerless gloves r there for more than fashion. Once she managed to leave THAT shitty place, Zella found an island home that, while on paper it’s not a good place, there were few people who actually took her in. Until that too was taken, resulting in Kid Pirate Zella.

• can and has climbed her crewmates like trees to get a better vantage point. It’s usually Wire or Killed, Kid in a knee-jerk reaction threw him overboard. Zella has not let him forget about it since.

• Has the filthiest mouth of my OCs, but is not immune to being flustered into place (which happens more often than she’d like)

• will pick the spiciest food and eat it with no reaction (Dive took a bite thinking she could handle it. She could not)

• very skilled at sewing and has helped her crew with fixing and customizing their clothes on many occasions. Do NOT touch her chaotic corner of supplies, she knows where everything is and somehow always knows if it’s been messed with. A l w a y s.

• has two tattoos (atm, may add more later), one in particular being an under chin tattoo of a red star/flower shaped pattern. Does not remember the night it happened, at all.

• always has a knife hidden somewhere on her person. Full body searched? HA u missed the one between her ass cheeks bitch

And that’s it for rn!!!! I have a lot more I want to develop and figure out for Zella, but I also have to get to know her crew first lmao thanks for letting me ramble!

Sincerely,

The 🌷

Holy shit - hey Zen - idk if the tag in an ask will ping you, but I'mma assume yes - Your one-shot birthed an OC for someone!!

And yeah, it's called Rotation - that one and Whiteout whew.

Anyway, we're talking about your Zella and I love him \o/ What you have so far is fantastic, and it's certainly enough for a full fledged OC, so I don't think you have to worry about that.

And it doesn't take much honestly, sometimes character creation is a long long process, and sometimes they come to us all at once. And sometimes real development happens in the parameters of a story, but you've got her down solid already. I love the bullets and the little personal bits here and there with the crew.

If you're fascinated with the Kid Pirate crew, I gotta make sure you're aware of @swampstew - she's got a Meet the Crew series, and yeah it's based on her head canon of them, but it's a great place to start in my opinion. (I imagine you are if you follow me, I love her Kid Pirate passion, and I bet if you're nice and ask for some head canons she'd share as much as me xD ❤️🥰)

[orcelito]

I'm interested in Trigun after seeing your posts/reblogs and I'm wondering: what is the best way to consume such media and where could a person go about finding it? 🥰

oh FUCK yea

TLDR answer: trigun 98 -> badlands rumble -> trigun manga -> trigun stampede. going into why below. (under readmore bc this accidentally got long. again.)

ok well. common consensus is to watch the original anime (referred to as trigun 98 by much of the fandom) bc it has a slower start & lets you get to know the characters a lot more than the new anime (assisted by the 26 episodes length, as opposed to 12). it preserves the Mystery of what Vash's deal is for much longer, & is in general pretty entertaining to watch if you don't know wtf is going on. it's Legally on uh. crunchyroll? i think? tho i watched it here: https://aniwatch.to/trigun-266. just like. normal sketchy site safety, adblock is ur best friend, don't click on things. etc. if this site doesnt work for u then u could always google another.

there's a movie, Badlands Rumble, which is based off the trigun 98 canon, so probably a good place to watch it is right after that. just uh. be mindful that Vash's behavior is a Lil... obnoxious at points lol. but it's still a fun movie overall with plenty of good shit in it, so it's worth watching still. i watched it w/ a friend streaming it so i dont have a link onhand, but u could probs find it thru that same site if u search for it.

NEXT UP is my personal favorite, the manga. theres trigun original and trigun maximum, which is the direct continuation of the original (there was an issue with the publishers and licensing so upon continuing the manga w/ a different publisher, Nightow had to rebrand it. it's otherwise the same manga). i recommend this one next bc it's the most whole of story & goes deeper into things than the original anime, but it's also what the new anime is based on (aka why i recommend this one first). it can get FUCKED UP (they all can really, but trimax Especially) so probably look up a triggers list if u think u might need it. it's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking good tho. genuinely owns my soul. i was a different person after reading it (not rly better or worse, mostly just more insane). there r a few translations online - an old fan translation (DO NOT TOUCH, full of horrid translations and insertions of bigotry that arent in the original), the official Dark Horse translation (an... ok translation, though it has plenty of errors and confusing translations. it's what i first read so it's Okay, but not the best), AND the trigun manga Overhaul project, which u can find on tumblr. this one's the best one bc it's lovingly translated and a LOT more accurately done. i swear things that were so confusing at first are So Clear reading this one. u can find the masterpost Here: https://trigun-manga-overhaul.tumblr.com/post/701392615591034880/trigun-ultimate-overhaul-masterpost-heres-all-the. or just go to their blog @/trigun-manga-overhaul. just trust me on this it's where U wanna read.

an offshoot of it (and what ive been reading today) is an anthology sort of manga, Trigun Multiple Bullets, which is also in that post. it was released as part of the BLR movie release, & the first part is kinda After It? but overall it's just a standalone piece with some side stories. where is this in the manga canon timeline? Who Fuckin Knows. just read it and have fun lol

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST is the most recent anime, Trigun Stampede. this is a CGI remake that aired at the start of this year & caused the trigun renaissance. now a lot of people have a knee-jerk negative reaction to hearing it's CGI, but trust me, this is basically THE BEST application of CGI in anime i've ever really seen. absolutely beautiful. fucking gorgeous. plus with really cool action sequences, and OF COURSE the music is literally one of my favorite anime soundtracks Ever. it's gotten critiques for its pacing, which can be pretty rushed, but they were trying to fit a lot more story in a lot less episodes than the original anime (again, it only has 12 episodes), so keep that in mind. it's not a remake in the traditional sense of redoing the exact same story, so there are changes in the timeline and characters from what's in the original anime or even the manga. one of the biggest things people were unhappy about is the absence of a main character, Milly, who is seemingly replaced by a random man that's not in the other versions, Roberto. Milly will be in season 2 though, as was revealed with the final episode. all in all, it's Kind Of a prequel, though also a remix/reimagining based largely off of the manga's canon over trigun 98. so long as you go into it not expecting it to be Just Like the other versions, it's a really wonderful story in and of itself. it's available on Crunchyroll, which you SHOULD watch there if u have it bc that would give them more money for a season 2 (which is in development). if ur like me tho n dont wanna pay for crunchyroll (it's Specifically a premium-only anime :p), u can watch it where i watched, aka here: https://aniwatch.to/trigun-stampede-18281.

all in all, each version has its strengths and weaknesses, but i've found the best way to go about enjoying All of them is to treat them as their own things. it can be fun to compare them, especially when it comes to things made Different plot or character-wise, but they are separate things. a lot of people who hate one or the other r coming from the angle of expecting one to be just like the other, & are then disappointed (trigun 98 being a Lot sillier at first than trigun stampede, which is a lot more serious sci-fi western in tone).

And Overall. i love them all. so i hope you do too!