#note: teppei was the first submission

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate NPC Tournament: Round 1B

Propaganda below cut

Hui:

He is iconic. He is the guy on top of that one rock. Scared of that one dog. I didnt even say his name but he poped up on your mind didnt he? 

Teppei:

No propaganda submitted

[benedick-cumberbussy]

HEADCANONS; XIAO

nsfw headcanons for xiao because im horny and he's been on my mind for the past few weeks

WARNING ;; nsfw content (duh), mentions of bondage, praise kink, archon quest spoilers. not beta read, we die like teppei

NOTE ;; i tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible but it honestly leans more towards female a bit, sorry!

SUMMARY ;; nsfw headcanons of xiao and his (gender-neutral) s/o

WORD COUNT ;; 0.4k

I believe wholeheartedly that XIAO is a bottom

not really, more like a switch with a submissive lean but we dont talk about that

I see XIAO as one of those people who seem like a top on the outside, but is secretly a bottom on the inside

Before peepaw zhongli retired, XIAO never had the time to find his own lover.. I think it's safe to assume that he's a pure baby virgin

You gotta help him bestie I don't think adepti recieve any sex ed

Okay he probably knows the basics but anything beyond that is too much for him to comprehend so you're going to have to take the wheel on the first few times

jesus can't save you now

You help XIAO familiarize himself with kinks and the likes.

He absolutely REFUSES to do anything that involves hurting you physically or verbally (degradation, spanking, choking, etc.)

He might open up to try it in the future once he learns how to trust himself, but for now he likes everything vanilla

For the love of god don't get any toys for yourself

He's the kind of person to get jealous of a plastic dildo because it's "his job" to fuck you then will start brooding for the next few days because he's an emo (derogatory)

XIAO discovers that he likes it when you bind his wrists as if he couldnt just teleport out of them at any moment. he wont tell you that he can because he likes seeing you smile when he says you can tie him up

MARRY ME RIGHT NOW PLEASE

I also think XIAO would be the type of man to hold your hand during sex and honestly that's so hot please rail me

Please praise him he will cum right then and there

Isn't a vey big fan of giving oral, but he loves it when he's on the recieving end

HE WON'T TELL YOU THAT BECAUSE HE THINKS YOU'LL MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR IT

This man has GODLY stamina it's kinda scary

Because XIAO is new to this, he only went around 1-2 rounds before bottoming out. But after a while, he can go up to 3-5

Haha walking privilages go brr

XIAO is.. admitedly not the best at aftercare

He doesn't sleep so after sex he helps you clean up and leaves because he says "Evil doesn't sleep"

ok emo just get in the fucking bed

He feels kinda guilty when he sees you limping the next day poor baby boy thinks he hurt u please comfort him or he'll turn into more of an emo

Tell XIAO that he was great please it boosts up his non-existent self esteem <3

A/N ;; finally getting posted after staying in the drafts for a little over 3 months. sfw for xiao amd ganyu one coming up next week tho🥰🥰

[zaffrenotes]

[RoD] All The Small Things

Pairing: Logan x Jin, Colt x OC (Jordan) Ratings/Warnings: T (crude humor, strong language/swearing) Author’s Notes: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them; OC Jordan Tanaka belongs to me * This is a submission for @rodappreciationweek Day 2: Colt, in addition to being a submission for the RODAW Time Capsule Challenge, set 12 years after the conclusion of RoD (call it a sneak peek at events from my When You Say Nothing At All series) * This is also a gift fic for @troublemakerinspace , who loves out of context writing prompts as much as I do, AND fulfills a request from the Friends/Chandler writing prompt list (#22) for @ofpixelsandscribbles * Title inspo comes from a Blink-182 song * Word Count: ±1600 (6 minutes reading time)

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The past week has been an endless test on Colt’s patience. If it had been up to him, a weekend trip would have had this all over and done with, not to mention a steak buffet for two for a couple hundred dollars.

Instead, he’s standing in a gauzy white tent, fussing with the sleeves of his tailored suit. At least no one tried to talk him into wearing a tuxedo, recalling the way Logan looked like a waiter when he took Jin to prom. He smirks to himself, recalling that night, so many years ago.

In reality, more than a decade has passed, and though they all look the same, they definitely aren’t the same people. Colt looks at his reflection in the small mirror hanging from the tent frame, and for a moment, he wishes his father was still alive. He wonders what his old man would think of what was about to go down, whether he’d made the right choices to get to this moment.

He never thought he would have gone into business with the punk that tried to take his place when they were teenagers, for starters. When Teppei brought Logan into the crew, he saw something in him. It took Colt a few more years to see that potential, and it took the presence of a once-naive teenager named Jinrae to set things in motion.

While he stands firm in the belief that they could have been the King and Queen of LA, Jin’s roll of the dice laid out a different path for everyone in her orbit. The garage is there, and it brings in more than enough money through repairs and rebuilds, not to mention the custom work Logan’s side of the business lures in from shinier clientele. They’ve got money to burn and the shop helps them burn it. Colt spends more time recruiting talented mechanics and engineers at sideshows than he ever did racing or entertaining temporary affections.

Then there was the one that knocked him for a loop and managed to work a long game on him. Even then, it was Jin’s doing that seemed to kickstart things, through her little meatball-headed daughter. Colt never really liked dating anyone that he worked with, especially if he was the one in charge of actually paying them to be there, but Jordan had been an exception from day one.

She proved to be an exception every day since then as well. She was the first woman to give him flowers, and it quickly became something they did for each other through the course of their relationship. She’d leave him origami roses on the steps to the loft, on the nights he’d stay at work late to study. He’d leave bright pink flowers on her doorstep on her days off; roses, tulips, and especially lilies.

Jordan was the whole reason he was standing in a white tent, getting ready to stand in front of their families instead of eloping somewhere on the Vegas Strip. He checks his watch for the time, wondering where Logan is. It was customary for the Best Man to be with the groom before the ceremony, making sure the groom didn’t run off or go do something stupid. Colt would do neither of those things. Not today.

The flap behind him parts open, and Toby’s head peeks in. “Hey, Colt, you got a minute?”

Colt’s jaw clenches, and he adjusts the tiny succulent boutonniere pinned to his lapel.

“Colt, I know you’re still mad at me over the unsolicited mud fight, but can you please come here for just a second, and bring a towel?”

Colt’s head whips around in annoyance. “What? Why? Do I look like housekeeping to you?”

Toby steps into the small space, and Colt isn’t sure if he should laugh or blow a gasket at the sight before him. He sputters out a laugh so hard he doubles over. “Dude,” Toby scoffs. “Little help?”

Colt has tears in his eyes, and his ribs ache from laughing. When his laughter finally subsides, he stares at his friend, wiping away the last few tears. “W-why,” he stammers, trying to compose himself. “Why didn’t you just ask one of the hotel staff for something to clean up? I’m kinda busy, about to get married and all.” He stretches his arm a bit and flicks his wrist, casting a cursory glance at his watch. “Did you see Logan out there?”

“He was dealing with a, uh, code brown situation with the baby,” Toby answers, grabbing a few tissues from a box on a side table. “Full-on blowout.”

“You’re no better.” Colt clicks his tongue, sighs, and begins to slip off his suit jacket. He removes the cufflinks from the sleeves before unbuttoning his shirt. “Hurry up and gimme your shirt already,” he stage whispers. “I know you didn’t pack an extra one, and my jacket ought to cover most of it.” The last thing he wants to do is hold up the schedule because one of his groomsman can't stay clean for five-fucking-minutes.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” It all comes out as one word as Toby removes his shirt, and they swap clothes.

Five minutes later, Logan finally appears, offering Colt tiny bottles of vodka or scotch if he needs a drink. Colt waves it off, and they leave the tent to take first look photos before guests start to arrive for the ceremony. While they’re waiting, he sends Logan on one last mission for him, and Logan takes off with a determined look in his eyes.

The photographer leads Colt out to a small clearing overlooking the ocean; he’s instructed to keep his eyes on the water until Jordan arrives. Never one to want to follow rules, he turns his head to follow the photographer, who warns him playfully, but steps close enough to block his view until he returns his gaze to the sea. It doesn’t take long before he hears two sets of camera shutters rapidly clicking, and he knows she’s close.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Jordan teases, though Colt can hear the nerves in her voice. “Not thinking about jumping, are you?”

He grins at her question. “The day’s still young, never know,” he fires back. He pivots in place, coal eyes landing on the grass at her feet, before trailing up to see Jordan in her wedding dress. He’s seen it on the hanger for weeks, but seeing her in ivory silk takes his breath away. Her shockingly pink hair is a softer and rosier hue, making her look like some sort of ethereal goddess. It’s possible he’s falling in love with her all over again.

“What. The. Fuck. Is. THAT?” Jordan’s smile fades and her eyes go wide as she surveils Colt’s appearance.

He drops his gaze down to his shirt, then back up to her, reaching for her hands. It’s a clumsy move since she’s wielding a massive flower bouquet. “Minor mishap. Spilled my drink getting ready.”

“Your shirt is all stained!” She stares at the splotches of rosé that aren’t hidden by the buttoned jacket.

“Seriously, good luck marrying me,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. He squeezes her hand gently in his, and Jordan shakes her head, but there’s a smile playing across her glossy lips. “Can’t take me anywhere, Tanaka, you’ll see.” He takes a half step towards her, a slight breeze in the air causing the perfume he loves so much to drift off her skin.

“That...is not your shirt,” Jordan whispers, batting her lashes up at the man that will soon be her husband. She hefts her bouquet in one hand so she can use her other hand to cup the side of his face, tapping manicured fingers on his shoulder.

“What?”

“The buttons,” she answers, tilting her chin down. “Those are circuit boards.” She looks up into Colt’s eyes; mischief flickers in his gaze, though his expression is serious. “I don’t even wanna know why, but five bucks says you’re wearing Toby’s shirt and he’s probably wearing yours.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Colt smirks, then captures Jordan’s lips in a PG-level kiss for the photographers. When they pull apart, his head is spinning, and she knows she’ll have to retouch her gloss.

Out of the corner of his eye, Colt sees a blur of movement in blue, then blush pink. He grins softly and kisses Jordan again. “Saved by the nerd brigade,” he jokes, tapping her shoulder.

Logan and Jin stand off to the side, waving a fresh shirt from a hanger, smiling and waving at their friends. In an almost choreographed move, Jin begins walking towards the bride and groom along with Jordan’s sisters, all wearing dresses in the same shade of pink. Colt kisses Jordan’s cheek one more time, then strides quickly towards Logan, who’s found a spot to hang the shirt and is already unbuttoning it so Colt can change for the third time today. “What the hell took you so long?”

“One, you’re welcome, asshole,” Logan jeers, draping Colt’s jacket over one arm. “Two, a golf cart is not my Devore, no matter how hard I was Fred Flinstoning the gas.”

Colt sets his lips into a hard line, then shrugs. “You get the other thing I asked for?”

Logan snaps his fingers and looks around for a canvas tote Jin had with her, pulling forth a single stargazer lily. He hands it to Colt once he’s slipped his jacket on, just in time for the photographers to call over the groom and his groomsmen for more photos.

The look on Jordan’s face when she notices the flower is enough to make him forget about running off to Vegas.