#now just to make the tag list a bit more coherent

[flcarius]

Updated @ccrnix theme tehe

[mossyvil]

Writing this at a time where my thoughts are not entirely coherent to me, but I'm trying to articulate them as best as I can.

Braining about how RookVil would be so good for tag teaming on someone who is maybe super prone to getting insecure about themselves [absolutely not projecting, nope, not a bit] because they're both just so doting in slightly different ways, yk what I'm on about?

Basically, I'm saying they could 100% fix me if I could just Have Them.

i want to squeeze them both like stress balls

i do know what you’re on about!! they both love to dote on their partner, especially when you’re feeling insecure/down about yourself, and coincidentally they’re both really good at it too.

rook is better with his words in this situation. he’s known for his declarations of love for you and vil, and they usually seem very over the top and wild, but he does mean them fully. he picks up on the tiniest details of people, and with that knowledge he tells you everything he admires about you that you may not think about. and it’s a LONG list. he’s also a very good listener, and will sit and listen to you for as long as you need if you just need to vent to someone. he also increases the amount of small compliments he gives you day-to-day. small things that may seem insignificant, but they’re daily reminders of just how much he adores you

vil isn’t as good with his words, but he tries to make up for it in other ways. he really does see you as the most beautiful, lovely person in the world, and it really hurts him to know you’re insecure. he knows how painful it is to doubt yourself that much, and to know one of his loves is going through that breaks his heart. one thing he’s good at is being blunt, so any words of self doubt or depreciation is met with a glare and his reminder that no one, not even he, is perfect. he presses a kiss to your cheek and reminds you that him and rook love you exactly how you are right now and neither of them could ever love you even more. nothing is wrong with you, and he won’t stand to hear it come out of your mouth

they both do a very good job of taking your mind off it. they know insecurities are not an overnight fix, so sometimes you just need to forget about your worries for a few hours. you guys have a sleepover in vils dorm, with matching pajamas and slippers. vil paints your nails while rook gives your shoulders a massage (he said he could actually see the tension) afterwards you all enjoy a relaxing bubble bath together while they amuse you with their play fighting about random topics lol. that night they both hold you tight as you fall asleep and hope that you can feel in their touch just how much they love you <3

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Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0, @beaker1636, @itsjustemily

Author's note: If you'd like to be added to my tag list for future work, please let me know. Also, shout out to @thesazzb again for being the little beta reader that could.

DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest. 

He was beautiful like this.  

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours. 

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants. 

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time. 

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door. 

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling. 

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly. 

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat. 

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though. 

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him. 

“Is this what you want? Hmm?” 

“Fuck…fuck.” 

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.” 

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good. 

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him. 

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“… But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” 

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave. 

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. 

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately. 

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. 

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out. 

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up. 

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.” 

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses. 

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.” 

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts. 

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him. 

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently. 

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you. 

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long. 

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin. 

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls. 

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.” 

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide. 

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams. 

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.” 

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job. 

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly. 

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

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A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 3)

UMMM SOOOO YA’LL ARE LIKE THE NICEST PEOPLE EVER. Kisses and hugs to everyone who gives a semi-shit about what I write. I wrote this BEHEMOTH of a chapter and I personally think plot wise its my best yet. So get out your forks and knifes cause we eatin good today!

Summary: Having just found out Kid is a super big time murder machine Y/N is left in shock whilst sitting at the bar. Kid and Y/N finally have a coherent and tangible conversation. Emotions arise but Kid is still a total grump. In a fit of stupidity and some grief Y/N does something that I would not advise doing if you’re not like a professional idiot or something.

Warnings: Gore, NSFW (nothing actually happen theres just some sweet innuendos and mentions of NSFW related things)

Word Count: 6.3K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Tags: @st4rfevrr @archangelshavethetardis @likeeliterallywtf @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @tulipps-maehem (At this point, if you comment something I’m smacking ya right in the tag lists. If you don’t want that just tell me! I’m totes fine with it.)

Kid took a sip of his rum. The cool yet bitter liquid burned his throat and swirled in the deep parts of his gut. Leaning back against the pleather booth he let out a little sigh. His arm was still throbbing like a bitch. Another sign that a strong wave of phantom pain would soon be coming on. But he tried not to think about it. Hoping his brain would stop the onslaught of pain if he got it drunk enough.

Killer was sitting across from him. Using a straw to take periodic sips of his beer. They had been sitting here for a good bit but hadn’t talked too much. A comfortable silence sat between them as it usually did. Kid’s stump randomly twitching now and then though he kept his eyes closed as he tried oh-so desperately to relax.

Watching him quietly Killer noticed the small twitching movement of his partners arm. “Is it hurting again?” He asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible despite his worry.

Trying to hold himself back from being a total asshole, Kid spoke. Opening one eye and letting out a dry sigh. “I lost a fucking arm. What do you think?”

Was that the nicest reply? No. But if anyone other than Killer would have asked that question Kid would’ve just punched them. So he was getting off easy in Kid's terms.

Killer stayed quiet for a moment, grimacing under the space of his mask. “Well, you look a little strained. Is the liquor helping or making it worse?”

Kid finally opened both his eyes, leaning forward and putting an elbow up on the table in front of him. “Helping. Now quit pestering me about this shit.” Kid grabbed his glass and took another long chug of his rum. Finishing out the last bottle he had asked the bartender to make him.

Letting out a hearty burp he felt his torso sway a bit as he sat. He wasn’t drunk but he could feel that warm goopy feeling building up in his brain. Staring blankly at the rest of the vacant and dimly lit room. Listening quietly to the sounds of people in the front room of the bar. The waiter who had taken his order was working the bar itself so he knew she was going to take a while to make an extra round.

“Want me to go get ya some more? I’ll order some food so you don’t crash as hard later.” Killer murmured out, already slightly sliding to the left to get on his feet.

That made Kid's red-painted lips scrunch up, waving his hand at Killer to stop. “Get your ass back on that seat. I got it.” Kid let out a grunt and started sliding off the booth to a stand. His body swayed just slightly but he stood up normally. His huge fur coat lay discarded on the booth seat.

Kid turned towards it and picked it up. His body felt stiff like an old piece of wood. Nearly groaning at even the slightest movement and it annoyed the shit out of him. Feeling light-headed he swung his coat over his shoulders. It was a bit difficult considering the lack of an arm but Kid has since gotten used to it. Making sure that his stump was at least halfway hidden by the fur of his coat. The bandages and torn scars running along his chest were mostly hidden, though he couldn’t hide the fresh scars on his face.

“Ya know…you don’t need to hide it. They are proof that you made it through something shitty after all.” Killer whispered to Kid, knowing it was a sensitive spot on his poor Captain's mind.

Kid’s face stayed sharp and demeaning but Killer's words had gotten to him even if just a little. Letting out a huff of air he responded, “Ya don’t think I know that? I just want everything to heal a bit more. Then I’ll show it off.” With that Kid started walking away from the table, leaving Killer in his lonesome.

He bounded past the other booths. His boots hitting the wooden floor below loudly as he made his way to the other part of the building. The sounds of casual conversation floating towards him along with the satisfying sound of taps being drawn while the bartender siphoned out beer.

Walking up the two small steps that separated the rooms he could feel the air around him get just a tiny bit warmer. The low crackling fire tracing the room with a rich wooden scent and faint smoke. Walking up to the bar he paid no mind to those around him. Leaning up against the wood as another much stronger wave of pain shot up through his stump.

Shit. He thought, gritting his teeth. He would give anything to start rubbing his arm. Soothing the muscles trying to avert whatever pain would come next. But as that same waiter came up to him he had no choice but to deal with it.

She had that same polite smile on her face. Standing on the other side of the bar, her hands filling up beer glasses as she talked. “Run out? Sorry, I didn’t make a round back there. We’re pretty short-staffed right now. What can I get ya?”

“More of the same. And…some fried chicken.” Kid mumbled out, settling down onto the barstool nearest to him. The woman looked him over for a moment. Glancing at his stump and bandages for only a second. Her face turned a bit contorted in what Kid could only assume was disgust before brightening up once again.

Never seen a guy with some wounds eh? Kid thought, almost wanting to say that out loud. If he wasn’t so tired and beat up he would’ve.

Well in truth if he wasn’t in pain he'd be drinking his ass off and winning bar fights. But he was in pain, his throbbing stump a reminder of that.

“Sounds good. I can walk it back there when it’s ready.” She said in that same sweet customer service tone.

Kid just rolled his eyes at her. “I sat down. I’ll stay here and wait. Can’t go back expecting you to remember to bring the damn food.”

The bartender cringed a bit at that but remained neutral regardless. “Sounds good. Let me go get that started for you.” She said awkwardly. Walking away from Kid in a bit of a rush and heading towards what he supposed was the kitchen door.

Kid eyes watched her as she disappeared, letting out a soft tongue click in annoyance. Eventually, his eyes just started drifting. His right hand once again itching to rub his poor stump but he held back. He looked down the line of the barstools absentmindedly to take note of the few people littering the room.

However, something made his eyes pause. They hovered over a girl. She was sitting at the other end of the bar, holding up a newspaper and looking it over as if it were the most important thing in the world.

Wait a fucking minute. I’ve seen her before.

It’s not like he didn’t expect it to some extent but a part of him had already forgotten what a weird little stalker you were. He glanced over your body, seeing the same clothes, jacket, and satchel he’d seen earlier.

Damn, it is the same chick.

He just kept staring at you wondering exactly when you were going to notice him. Your eyes were so glued to the newspaper your damn nose was nearly shoved in it. Even though Kid didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, he couldn’t help but rub your face in your obvious fuck-up.

“So you really-”

“WAH!” Your body jerked randomly hearing that deep voice once again. The newspaper crinkled as your fingers dug into it. Your whole body turned towards Kid at the other end of the bar but leaned away as if he was diseased. “Goddamn it! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“What the fuck?” Kid mumbled out, brow furrowed in confusion as he stared at your beet-red face. Soft eyelashes blinking over and over at him again as if you couldn’t tell if he was real or not.

“What do you mean what the fuck? You snuck up on me!” You yelled, voice faltering a tiny bit as you realized just how LOUD you were being. Covering your mouth with one hand to almost suppress the sheer adrenaline running through your veins.

You hadn’t expected to be talking to him, especially since he was the one to initiate it. The mortifying news about him on the paper mixed with his sudden appearance and this lunging feeling in your gut was a lot to handle.

Kid narrowed his eyes at you, face more bemused than annoyed by what an idiot you were being. “I didn’t fucking sneak up on you. I’ve been sitting here for like 5 minutes just starin’ at your ugly ass and you didn’t even notice me.” He turned the barstool a bit more towards you, leaning his good arm against the bar gingerly.

Taking your hand off your mouth you leaned forward towards him. The multiple chairs between the two of you made the distance of the conversation a bit awkward but that wasn’t going to stop you from being an asshole. “Well if my ass is so ugly, why were you staring?”

Kid's lip twitched at that, his cheeks almost daring to blush red but he held it back. He didn’t like that you had taken his insult in that way. But before he could let it affect him he let the first thing he thought of slip past his tongue.“Cause it's so damn horrific I couldn’t look away. Plus you might as well have been licking that newspaper by the way you were holding it. Following my order like a good little puppy eh?”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, still holding onto the newspaper rather tightly in one hand. Looking down at it for a moment like you should be ashamed before frowning at him. Kid watched and bathed in your reaction, a condescending smile on his lips. It made you reel with anger. Wanting to slap that shit-eating grin off him until he was black and blue.

“I ain’t looking at this 'cause you told me to! I wanted to do this because you wouldn’t tell me who you are. Just so happens that I know who you are now and if my calculations are correct, you’re a total asshole and a lunatic. Though I probably didn’t need the newspaper to figure that first one out.” You told him, voice quiet enough so the whole bar didn’t hear but your tone was condescendingly lethal.

Again Kid just stared at you for a moment. If anyone else would’ve given him even one-quarter of a verbal punch that you just gave him they would’ve been dead on the ground. But he was tired and though he would never admit it, your comeback was good. Letting out a strong puff of air through his sharp nose to calm his urges he decided to take the argument in a different route. One that would give him the advantage over someone who had just a tiny bit of bite to them.

“I get it, sweetcheeks. You’re desperate to know me. To get my attention. Thought you could read up on me so you could handle the real thing easier but clearly you can’t.” Kid said, raising his hand in the air so ‘matter of factly’ though his tone was anything but serious. The glint of his teeth as he smiled and the way his low voice rumbled just made you angrier by the second.

A small tint of red rising on your cheeks out of pure embarrassment. Making mouth go agape for just a moment before you concocted a comeback.

“Q-Quit acting like you're the shit, you glorified puffball. I figured out who you are and if you’re anything like how this newspaper is portraying you in real life, then I should go get a pitchfork and a torch to exile your ass.” You flipped open the newspaper and pointed it towards him. Showing him the two pictures of him committing crimes aplenty.

Hearing you call him a puffball made Kids lack of eyebrows raise in confusion, wondering why in the hell you thought he looked like a puffball. You could see the gears in his head turning as he looked down at his chest to notice the large fur coat he was wearing. Yet still, after another second of mental debriefing, he put two and two together.

“Hey don’t fucking call me a puffball!” Kid said in a slight snarl, a tiny bit of red gracing his cheeks at your comparison. Leaning forward he eye’d the pictures you were holding up. “And I look great there so I don’t know what you’re getting at. They got all my best angles. Even a good picture of me back in my start-up.”

This time it was your turn to be confused, pointing sharply at the pictures of him and even raising out your arm so he could see it better. “So we're just going to ignore all the murder. Ya know, like right here and here and here.” You pointed at the dead crucified bodies hanging limply on their crosses. Blood and splattered guts dripped out of the slightly blue and cold-looking bodies.

Kid rolled his eyes, looking at you as if you’d just said the earth was flat. He rubbed his chin almost to feign boredom as he spoke. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

And with that, you smacked yourself in the face with your palm. Rubbing a hand over your temple and scrunching your face in a mesh of lines that represented pure annoyed disbelief. Taking a deep breath you responded, “Look, I ain’t your mommy and I ain’t going to tell you what you can and cannot do. But, this is my island. You do this shit here and don’t think you’ll be leaving with all your vital organs intact.”

“Well by the sounds of it maybe I should do just that. Give me some entertainment with a good little fight.” Kid immediately quipped back, his face returning to that patronizing smile you oh-so hated.

At this point, it felt like maybe you were talking to a wall. One that was so caught up in having an argument with you he didn’t want to take you seriously. “You are just a complete fucking menace aren’t you?” That was all you could say, almost dumbfounded by his stupidity.

“I am and the people dig it. Can’t say a little danger doesn’t get ‘em all hot and bothered.” He remarked, his shit-eating grin growing even wider as he tilted his head and leaned towards you a bit more. Your face just went completely flat. Void of all emotion except annoyance and the painstaking wish he had said anything but that.

“I love it when people lie through their teeth to my face.” You said so flat and lifeless a robot might as well have said it.

Kid's eyebrows scrunched up a tiny bit, not at all pleased he didn’t get the reaction out of you he wanted. He wasn’t flirting with you, or at least that's what he thought when he said it. In all honesty, Kid has the same flirting skills as goldfish. Just making bubbles and floating by expecting someone to get drawn in by how shiny his scales were. So when he said that he actually just wanted to see you embarrassed like you had made him feel. Little to say it was the first time he felt genuinely peeved by you.

“I ain’t lyin'. I’m a big-time pirate that��s big in more places than one. What more could someone want?” He clamored out, trying to lean into his more cocky attitude. Again his innuendo is less about stroking his ego and more about getting a reaction out of you. He didn’t need confirmation that his dick was big. But he wanted you to blush because he told you.

Your eyes twitched a bit when he said that. Not knowing exactly how to interpret why he was bragging to you and most definitely not taking it as flirting at all.

As if a cocky asshole like him would ever flirt with me, he just wants me to feel small and worthless doesn’t he?

Giving him a blank dead stare you spoke, “What more could a person want? Well…I don’t know, maybe literally anyone but you.”

Kid would never in a million fucking years admit it but that shit stung. He usually never lets people's opinions cloud his view of himself. They were nobody to him so why care?

Then why the fuck am I taking what she said seriously? He mulled over this thought for a moment feeling almost ashamed that he let anything you say get through his impenetrable skin.

But he beat himself out of that thought, scowling harder than ever before and clenching his one good hand until his knuckles turned white.

You noticed this despite the multiple barstools that took up the space between the two of you. Face once dead of emotion now alight in a wave of slight nervousness and even a bit of regret.

Why the fuck did I say that? To a murderer of all people? Do I want to get killed that badly?

Kid felt his stump throb in pain once again like a hammer cast in flames slamming into every single nerve. He grits his teeth hoping you didn’t notice before responding. “Like your opinion of me matters. Quit acting like you know me. You’re nothing compared to what I am.”

You watched him carefully, eyeing the way his muscles uncomfortably tensed underneath his fur coat. The slight sheen of sweat on his brow became a bit more noticeable in the low light. It made a strange feeling of guilt swirl deep in your core seeing him like that. He was a total douchebag but it felt wrong kicking him when he was down.

“I don’t know you but I’ve met people like you. More than I’d like to admit.” Your tone was soft as you spoke, not looking him in the eye as you held on to the newspaper in an almost delicate way. “I’m just saying I don’t trust you. And…if I’m right then I have every reason to be cautious. Reading this newspaper gives you a ‘I’ll kill everyone’ air.”

Kid watched you as you spoke. His amber eyes were sharp and clear as he noticed the change in tone. It didn’t bother him but in his opinion, it sounded like the most truthful thing you’ve said so far. “I don’t just kill everybody. I have some restraint ya know.”

“Well according to this newspaper, you kill pretty much anyone all the time. To the point that it's what you are known for. I mean, look at this headline, it says slaughtering right there.” You pointed to the headline once more, laying the newspaper flat on the bar before picking up your glass. The sight of rotting flesh in the pictures forcing your heart to lurch each time you even glance at it.

“Well, all of the people I kill fucking deserve it. Do you think I hand out mercy out of sympathy for worthless people? The motherfuckers get in my way so they deserve to be in the ground.”

Kid’s voice was harsh with conviction as he spoke. As if he's said this same thing nearly a thousand times. You took another quick sip of your daiquiri. Licking the sugar off your lips with a quick swipe before glancing back over at him.

“So…are you going to do that here? On this island? String me up by my belly and let my intestines slip out?” You asked him quietly, eyes boring into him with an intensity he hadn’t seen from you before. It felt raw and almost threatening. Like you were daring him to try because you knew he would lose.

He wanted to be annoyed and he wanted to punch you right in the jaw. Snap you out of whatever diluted sense of power you seemed to be feeling. But his stump was still soaring with pain. He was managing it sure but he knew if he started moving around too much he’d topple over. So instead he resorted to using his words, which was his least favorite thing to do. “Well…I’m thinking about it but…I’m not in the mood. It's too worthless to kill someone so weak. I have bigger fish to fry.”

Your eyes narrowed, reading into him for even a sliver of deception. You didn’t know what kind of man he was. Supposing he was a liar and cheat like most of the men who traveled the sea were. So you prodded him deeper, trying to find the root of his honesty. “Could your lack of motivation to kill me…have anything to do with those injuries of yours?”

You glanced at his stump and bandages running across his chest. The scabbed-over and healing scars on his face were still red and puffy from their recent affliction. Kid's eyes widened and he leaned back away from you ever so slightly. Hating the fact that you dare mention his injuries. Hating the fact that you thought they were making him weak. That they were holding him back.

That rage he had been holding in ever since it happened started to bubble up. The same rage that he felt for his crew members when they pitied him. The same rage he felt for himself. He had to look away, trying to regain himself. Control his overwhelming urges to not only split your face open but break every piece of furniture within ten feet of him.

He finally looked back at you, ready to scream his head off, “Don’t you dare-”, but he paused.

It was surprising to see your face like that.

It stopped him dead in his tracks, his once boiling rage now a soft simmer within only a second.

Kid didn’t know how to describe it. It was like you weren’t looking at him for who he was. For the scars he held. Those eyes of yours were looking at him for what he is. Deep somber orbs filled with nothing but…empathy?

No…that’s not the right word. It doesn’t feel…like it’s meant to be helpful or caring. Not an ounce of pity.

Familiarity. She knows how I feel.

Kid wasn’t good at reading people's emotions. He could barely understand his own emotions most of the time. So it was strange how he met you in the middle with just a glance.

Even though it didn’t last more than a few seconds.

“I have another pitcher of beer, a tall glass of rum, and that chicken you ordered.” Came the voice of the waiter. Walking through the swinging door with a large tray in hand carrying all the contents she mentioned.

Your face contorted to embarrassment as you watched the waiter stride up towards Kid. He had to force himself to look away from you, wanting to continue the conversation with you despite himself.

What the fuck has gotten into me?

Kid nearly rolled his eyes at himself. Feeling a pang of heat cross his cheeks he let out a grumbling cough to mask it. The waiter placed the tray carefully in front of Kid at the bar.

“Sorry for the wait but does everything look good?” She asked, sliding her body behind the bar and eyeing both Kid and you. Her eyes were bouncing between the two of you a bit, clearly wondering the origins of the tension floating in the air.

Oh god. She even knows I was researching him. You thought to yourself. Feeling like you’d been caught in the act of doing something reckless and stupid.

Kid stared down at the tray, his jaw tight as he let out a deep breath of air he’d been holding in. “It’s fine.” He grumbled, again that ache in his stump making his eye twitch.

Sliding his weight down onto the floor he stood up. His back cracked a bit as he rolled his shoulders trying to subside the ache. You watched him silently. Gliding your eyes gently across his wide shoulders. How the strong muscles there tensed and rolled as he moved. His smooth pale mounds of warm skin with bandages on every other inch lingering in your mind. His height was just as demeaning as you remember it though you still were a good ten feet away.

Always close enough to talk but not close enough to be considered next to him.

His hand tugged his coat around his shoulders a bit more, before he haphazardly tried to pick up the tray. His thick and lacquer-covered fingertips tried to dig under the tray without spilling anything. His one-handed skills at doing pretty much anything got in the way of even the simplest tasks of his life.

“You sure…you don’t need a little help?” The waiter softly asked. Watching Kid as she cleaned off the countertops with a rag.

“Say that again and don’t expect to be going home tonight with a tongue.” Kid spat back, his voice dripping with venom.

The waiter again nearly clammed up but backed off almost immediately. She was used to dealing with pirates but…this man was on a whole other level. Staying quiet and walking over towards your side of the bar instead.

She glanced at you but you didn’t pay much attention. Instead, you were trying to slyly watch as Kid finally wound his large hand underneath the tray. Holding it up easily on his palm at shoulder level before starting to walk away. Disappearing through a doorway without even a second glance towards you.

You let out a small displeased huff of air. At least expecting a glance or chance to continue that conversation. You felt like you were getting somewhere with that. Getting to know him a bit better. It was interesting beyond belief and if someone asked you if you’d rather stay at home in safety or talk to a scary pirate. Well…you would choose a scary pirate every time.

It felt nostalgic and it made your boring life more lively. That is until the waiter got in the way.

“You okay hun? He didn’t threaten you right?” She asked softly, giving you a sympathetic smile as she continued to wipe the bar.

You gave her a little quirk of a smile purely just for show. Not willing to give her a hard time for breaking up your conversation with that man. “Yeah, I’m fine. He did nothing wrong.”

“Well that I don’t believe. Seems to me like he's nothing but a walking pile of wrong.”

You stayed silent at first. Fiddling with your glass a tiny bit before finally picking it up to your lips and finishing the last of it off. Gulping it down and feeling the smooth taste of it run down to swirl in your gut.

“Well sometimes…a whole lotta wrong is just right.”

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No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t force yourself to stand up and walk into the back room of the bar. To go face that redhead again and his masked friend.

His name is not redhead, it's Kid. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. That thought dawned upon you as you thought over your conversation with him. You knew his name but hadn’t spoken it out loud even once. Even now his name stays within the confines of your mind. You had learned it while reading the newspaper along with the aforementioned Massacre Soldier, that blondie that’s with him.

Mulling over the idea of going and talking to them you tried to hype yourself up multiple times to gain the courage.

Come up with a catchy one-liner that would make you just a bit more likable. Maybe say nothing and sit down next to one of them like you own the place.

Assert dominance. Yeah….no.

You had no reason that wasn’t deathly embarrassing when explaining WHY you wanted to sit with them.

I’m just…bored, which would lead them to joke about my small, stupid, and uninteresting life. Maybe even lead Kid into bragging about how ‘important’ and ‘amazing’ he is compared to me.

Even thinking about that made your face sour. Rolling your eyes at nothing like you had just heard the worst joke imaginable.

I could…tell them that I have this strong gut feeling and it's dragging me towards them like a fish on a hook, which would lead to them being confused, taking it as flirting or calling me…ugh desperate.

That word crawled on your skin and sunk into your flesh. Like a tick taking root so one way or another you’d end up with Lyme disease or even worse, a bruised self-image.

You weren’t about to let that happen but this longing in your gut was almost incurable.

You even tried to calm down and look at your situation in a simpler light.

It’s just two men. Two pirates. You’ve dealt with pirates. You know how they work. You told yourself, hands feeling clammy as they gripped the edge of the bar. I already talked to one of them and it went…okay. Or maybe I’m just lying to myself and it went horribly.

You slouched in your chair and frowned. Nearly slamming your head down on the bar but you held back. Remembering you were indeed, still in public and if you wanted to wallow in your self-loathing you needed to go home for that.

I don’t need more people thinking I’m crazy.

You eventually stood up, walking to the point where you were just at the precipice of the doorway before panic struck you and you turned around just to walk straight out of the bar.

Red as a tomato and filled with shame you retreated into the night.

Did I even tell him my name?

You chewed your lips, the pleasant sounds of raindrops hitting the hood of your jacket and filling up your ears. It was a dark walk home. One that felt unmotivated to return home. You’d rather be out here, at night. The barren surroundings, whirring trees in the wind, and the rain pleasant yet cold. So you started meandering, walking as slow as you could despite the late hours.

Now and then the moon would peek through the clouds as if to say hello. A far-off lantern leaving a cool milky glow on your surroundings before being swallowed up by darkness once again.

Thank god my jacket is waterproof. You thought, watching the raindrops slip off the edge of your hood and in front of your face. It wasn’t a downpour just yet but it was not the best walking weather in most people's minds.

Yet even so you started making a detour.

What the fuck am I even doing?

At some point, while walking along the slightly muddy but managing trail to your home you made a hard 90-degree turn. Walking away from the direction of the little cabin your father had built when you were born, deep on the west side of the island.

It took about a half hour to walk through those woods to your house. Strong iron lanterns hung up on a few trees so you didn't get lost in the night. The animals are far too afraid to even step foot near your trail ever since your father claimed this portion of land.

So you were safe thankfully but what you weren’t safe from was yourself.

The trail you turned off onto led straight to the ocean. It was a bit muddier and more overgrown with thick roots and ferns but you have walked on this trial nearly half of your life. You knew it better than anyone because you were the one who made it.

Now and then you could hear the low rumble of lightning in the distance. Not too close but not entirely far off. The evergreens, birch and a few sparing oaks protecting you from the onslaught of the wind. As the wind cascaded through their branches it sounded like the raw howl of banshee. It creeped you out a bit but it was something you’ve heard before. This forest home even in the looming hours of the night.

Eventually, you breached the forest and reached the shoreline. The rain had died down a little, just a light pitter-patter against your jacket. The sand was wet but solid as you stepped down onto it. Your feet sunk in just a bit held against your weight regardless.

Looking out you noticed the ocean was in havoc. Waves nearly half your height would roll in and crash down like a bomb along the shore. The ocean tugged the water back in a greedy fashion as if it wanted to consume the land. Tall white-tipped waves stretching far out into the bay. The scent of salt, seaweed, and something oh-so comforting gliding in the space between you and the water.

Gosh if it's this bad here, I wonder what it’s like out on the open sea right now.

You looked down the shoreline, spotting the docks more towards the middle of the bay off to your left. There lay a few fishing ships, all bobbing up and down like pelicans in the water. But of course those weren’t the boats your eyes stayed glued to.

The contrast between those boats and the absolute behemoth that was the Kid Pirates ship was amazing. It was a good distance away, much bigger looking than it had originally been when you first spotted it. Squinting your eyes you could still make out a few shadows of people walking along its deck.

Your memory started floating into the forefront of your mind. Days on a deck like that. Nights spent harboring the seas as you tossed and turned in your bed. It felt like ages ago. That part of your life was now foreign to you the second the incident happened.

I wonder what he would’ve wanted for me.

Grief sunk deep into the root of your being. Covering the very base of who you are in a thick, oily, and dark substance. One that no matter how many times you tried to wash it off, it just wouldn’t go away.

“Goddamn it,” You muttered, trying to will yourself out of the feelings you held. You looked over at the sea once again, eyes trailing off towards your right. A long line of huge boulders stretched out into the waters. Built to elongate the bay and protect the land from bigger waves.

Without a thought, you walked towards it. The jetty calling your name as it has done a million times.

Climbing up onto the slick boulders you made sure to stay towards the shoreline side. The other side of the boulders, facing towards the open ocean, getting berated with large waves. You could barely hear yourself think with how loud it was. The light spritz of water landed on you periodically as you slowly and carefully traversed the boulders. Algae, kelp, starfish, and mussels littered around you. Wanting to trip you up whenever they could.

This is stupid, I can’t see shit. You thought, using your hands to steady yourself on any taller outcroppings of rock as your feet trembled underneath you. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement. Excitement to do something dangerous. Excitement to try something so stupid.

Why am I like this? It’s cold and wet and I could fall into the ocean, get thrashed, and drown.

But you knew why you were like this. You knew exactly why and yet you still didn’t understand yourself. Feet moving without a thought. Your brain so focused on feeling something more than yourself that you don't care to stop.

At first, you didn’t even notice them. The pair of eyes watching you from a distance. Red-painted lips frowned in confusion as they eyed the familiar image of a girl seemingly trying to get herself killed.

In the cacophony of the waves and how they thrashed you heard another noise. A low deep whine of something in the distance. Your head perked up, blinking as if you had heard a ghost. As if the wind and waves were trying to talk to you. Thinking it was nothing you continued along until a second later you heard it again.

You looked out onto the sea towards your left, swallowing hard as you stared at the rocking waves just a few feet below you. You pressed your back up against a flat boulder at your side. Gripping onto it to keep your balance you finally glanced back at the shore.

What the-

An image of a man, a puffball-shaped man to be exact, standing at the edge of the shore right next to the jetty. You couldn’t make out his features but there was no denying who it was. His one intact arm waving and pointing toward something in your vicinity.

What the fuck?

The second you finished this thought something hit you.

Something dangerously cold and heavy enveloping you. Starting from the top of your head down to your toes. It burned your eyes as the cold sunk deep into your marrow.

Scraping your hands against the rock as you tried to stay upright, though the second it broke skin you were forced to let go. Your knees caving in under the insurmountable weight thrashed upon you.

One second you were standing and in the next you were getting sucked into the dark and desolate ocean below.

A/N: SHIT IS GETTING REAL YA’LL. BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I wrote this with my eyes comically wide the whole time. Sorry to leave ya’ll on like a cliffhanger but it makes for good story telling so have fun suffering. Quirky reminder but Kid can’t swim. So like….yeah shes fucked. I mean she did it to herself but still. RIP Y/N 🙏 or a least RIP until the next chapter.

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heyyy pookie 😁 you already know why im here fr 😍

ahem.. you should def write me some kazuha smut cus that man is fine fr

or spider-man smut cus ya know.. obviously 🙄 ( you should already know what chara i want cus he's my man fr 😁 )

OKAY LOVE YOU BAE 🫶

CHOKE. kaedehara kazuha smut drabble. gender-neutral reader. unprotected sex. choking. begging.

requests are: open! please look at the pinned post for characters i will write for. <3 let me know if you’d like to be in my tag list for whenever i post anything related to kaedehara kazuha under this post as well, or in my inbox!

HII CC!! i hope you like this, sorry it’s so short. </3

his head was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breathing heavy and yet somehow steady. how did he manage it? he was so rough—one of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck, squeezing it lightly. not enough to completely choke you, but most certainly enough to get you lightheaded to the point where you had blurry vision.

“k- kazuha, please..” you whined, pleading with him. damn him, he found it so amusing that he was teasing you. not thrusting into you whatsoever, it felt like utter torture. you needed him, and fast. desperate, you were. but did that matter when all you could think about was him?

him, him, him. his name was the only thing that dared to stay coherent in your head, even if he hadn’t done anything to you yet. it was certainly something, waiting for him to give you what you oh-so wanted.

“mm.. you can stand it a bit more, can’t you?” his voice was low, his breath catching in his throat. his hand squeezed your throat just a bit tighter, making you gasp for air now, slightly frantic.

“kazuha-” you choked out, nervous.

“don’t worry, love. i’d never hurt you. you know that, don’t you? promise to never hurt you,” his voice was soft, comforting. a stark contrast to the hand that squeezed your neck tighter. but he knew when to stop.

to keep you distracted, he’d finally decided to give you what you asked for. slowly beginning to pull back and thrust into yiu at such a leisurely pace, it distracted you enough to calm down.

it also got you into a pleading, begging mess, which meant there was only one thing that kazuha could do until he dared stop.

pleasure you until you were begging for him to stop.

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Sorry for the rant. I think the fact that they didn't wait until after the Candela finale was a missed opportunity that would have felt less, jarring 1. they could breathe and RP for a session after coming back from the moon reconnaissance mission (this is also considering that whether or not Matt made the party fight Otohan and have a PC death) Matt could have told them to end that particular session at Keyleth's camp and even tell Liam to wait and call Dorian at the end, and then have the party switch. it's also so strange to split the session in two for whatever reason

2. having the party switch after Candela would allow for a good window of time for the Crown keeper to do what they need to in case they can't reach a good point to return to BH in 2 hours, maybe a session and a half at most

3. assuming Dorian, and maybe others with him, come back to the group after whatever this intermission is done, i think it would be hard for them to split the attention between Keyleth encampment and debriefing - mourning FCG - guest players in a way that wont feel like it makes a disservice to another one of these topics (focusing on Guests and FCG's death could make it so the debriefing for the mission they spent 10+ episodes on feels lackluster, and vis versa)

As someone else said, it feels like they are giving us a palate cleanser as i was halfway through a good meal, but also they gave us another meal and after two bites they took it away so i could finish it in two weeks

there is also this limbo feeling of that we are getting late to the airport (freeing Predathos) but also we are taking a stop for sightseeing, and snacks, and bathroom and- it's like they are trying to convince us that "there is an urgency and we have to get there now now, but also nevermind that, lets catch up with these other characters for a bit"

It's just an ODD choice no matter how you look at it

So the urgency doesn't bother me. This was a weird thing in the fandom during the Solstice Split too (god i blocked so many people for constantly shrieking ARE THE OTHERS DEAD in the main tag every week, like no they are fine, they are narratively on pause) but like. Time is frozen for Bells Hells right now. We are following another group. We are not going to get snacks; we are looking in on what other people are doing, concurrently with this campaign. Indeed, that's not a bad idea. In a good campaign, there is this sense that the rest of the world exists and is doing things as you go about your own business - you are heroes of the story but you're not the only people who matter or do things.

It really is like. In some fantasy in which I were personally asked "hey, we want to do this thing where the Crown Keepers show up midway through the episode, and we follow them for that half an episode and then the beginning of the next episode, where would you put this?" I would, to be honest, say "maybe just do it as a standalone episode itself" but if I had to it would just be, again, Not Now. Cutting away while the party is on the moon! Cutting away while they're headed to the moon! Cutting away a week from now! Cutting away just before the Otohan fight! Hell, I even think that while I would have initially been far more annoyed if we started the episode and it was the Crown Keepers the whole way through this week, it would feel more coherent. But like, on a list of 20 places to insert the Crown Keepers scene, "halfway through an episode following a particularly dramatic and tragic character death" would be 21st.

(I also do want to push back against the idea that Sam needs more time and so this is why; you could just. run more episodes without him. Travis voluntarily sat out of almost 5 episodes. It took 2 episodes for Caduceus to show up. Team Wildemount had more episodes than Team Issylra. It is literally fine if he misses a few more episodes.)

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Dialogue Prompt #14- E.M.

Sorry this took so long! I got really busy with work for the past couple of days. And I know this isn't fully smutty like the request asked for, but I hope you love it anyway!

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TW- 18+ Minors DNI!, Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, vague mentions of abusive ex, pet names (sweetheart, princess), a bit of heavy petting, allusion to smut at the end

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,653

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When you see your ex standing at the other edge of the bar from you and your best friend, Eddie, you freeze. You hadn’t seen him in years, and the memories that flash in your mind make your forehead break out in a sweat. Let’s just say he had not been a very loving boyfriend in the brief time you had been together. As he turns his head, as if knowing you were staring at him, you jerk your gaze away and step toward Eddie in an attempt to shield yourself from his eyeline. Blood pumps frigid through your veins as you chance a glance around Eddie to see that your ex is starting to weave through the crowd toward you. 

“Eddie,” You hiss as loud as you dare. He looks down at you with an easy smile before letting it fall upon seeing the obvious panic written on your features.  

“What is it, sweetheart?” The light, friendly tone he was using with the bartender was long gone, replaced by a hardened focus that only put your nerves to ease slightly. Your brain is moving too fast for you to even form a coherent thought, but you do your best. 

“He-he’s coming. I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes flit past Eddie’s shoulder to see him coming closer, only a few yards away now. His eyes are on you and it sends a block of lead down your throat to land in your stomach. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him protectively. 

“Who’s coming?” 

“My ex.” You spit it out like poison and Eddie immediately understands. You can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to find a way to help you.  

“K-kiss me,” He blurts out. Your head reels for a moment. 

“What?” You can’t imagine how that would help, though the idea is endlessly tempting. Eddie puts his hands on your face, gazing into your eyes with a surety that sends butterflies through to eat away at the lead in your gut. 

“Kiss me.” You nod slightly, and with one lightning quick glance back at the approaching figure, you lean up and capture Eddie’s lips with yours. Your eyes squeeze shut, dreading the feeling of your ex tapping you on the shoulder or Eddie’s, but it never comes. Eddie’s lips are warm and tender on yours, and after a few moments, you let yourself soften under his touch. Your lips move together with ease, like butter melting over a warm pan, but soon, you feel Eddie pull away, leaving you wanting more. You open your eyes to see him still looking down at you with those big, brown, concerned eyes, and he brushes a thumb over your cheek. 

“Is he gone?” You don’t dare look behind him or turn around to see if he just kept walking. Eddie gives a small, reassuring nod. You take a deep breath, the weight on your chest lifting. 

“You wanna get out of here?” Eddie asks, and you nod tensely. Eddie grabs your hand and doesn’t let go as he slaps a $20 down on the counter for your tabs and starts pulling you behind him for the door. You hang on for dear life as you both weave through the crowd, and finally, you get out the front door. The chill air is a wake-up call for you as you walk toward Eddie’s van, and you’re almost there when you hear your name called from the other side of the parking lot. 

“Y/N!” You feel a jolt of fear streak through your body. You hear the heavy creak of the back door to Eddie’s van and you gasp harshly as Eddie pulls you behind him.  

“Get in,” It’s not a request. You break out of your terrified stupor and follow his instructions, clambering into the back of the van before Eddie shuts the door behind you. You press yourself up against the wall of the van, trying to make yourself as small as you can in the shadow in the hopes to become invisible. You perk your head up when you hear Eddie, “She doesn’t want to talk to you, man!” 

You don’t hear what your ex’s reply at first, but you start hearing the tail end as he comes closer to the two of you. “I think it’s a bit late for that. She’s with me, now.”  You hear a bark of laughter, cold and snide. 

“Well, I should warn you that she’s a fucking liar. And a whore. She’s fucking psychotic!” You press your hands over your ears, not wanting to hear the venomous words your ex says about you. It took you a long time to stop believing them. You focus on your breathing for a few minutes, letting yourself hone in on the sound of it flowing in and out of your body, until a bang against the doors of the van pulls a shocked scream from your throat. You get up on your knees to peek out of the window to see Eddie hovering over your ex, his fist cocked back, red and wet with blood. It’s definitely not his own. You let yourself sink back against the wall of the van, not wanting to see any more.  

You can’t tell if it’s been a few minutes or an hour before Eddie swings the driver side door open, huffing in the wake of the fight. He says nothing as he turns the key in the ignition and backs up out of the parking space. You’re halfway down the road before the silence is broken. “Come here and put your seatbelt on, doll.” 

The softness in his voice takes you aback slightly. You had been expecting him to be angry, to yell at you for putting him in this horrible position. Still, you follow his instructions, bracing yourself on the sides of the car as you climb up toward the passenger seat. When you get yourself settled in the seat and put your seatbelt on, Eddie lays his hand palm up on your knee. You take his hand gently, minding the split skin on his knuckles. “I’m so sorry,” You murmur. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, only at his hand, so rough and big and warm in yours.  

“It’s not your fault.” You can see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye in rejection. You sigh, appreciative, but not believing.  

“If I hadn’t been there...” 

“It’s not his business where you go or what you do. He fucked that chance up a long time ago. You should not have to be afraid to go have a drink at a bar on a Friday night.” You turn your head toward the window, knowing Eddie’s right.  

This is what that prick does to you. He gets in your head, under your skin, and makes you think that you’re at fault for everything that goes wrong. 

When you pull into your apartment complex’s parking lot, you insist that Eddie come in with you so you can clean him up. You finally looked up at him after a few minutes of silence to see that while your ex was definitely worse off, he did get a couple good licks in. Eddie’s eyebrow is split open, a deep purple crescent moon blooming around his left eye.  

You sit him on your kitchen counter and bustle around looking for your first aid kit, and then you get to work cleaning his hands and his eyebrow, wincing in sympathy whenever you hear him hiss in pain. “Can you distract me?” Eddie asks with a humorless laugh. You give a small smile and nod, trying to find something to talk about. 

“Can I ask you why you thought to kiss me?” You flick your eyes up at him with the question, trying to gauge his reaction. There’s a little smile forming on the edge of his lips, though he doesn’t hold your gaze. 

“It... was just the first thing I thought to do. If you had some new, scary boyfriend, he’d leave you alone.” He gives a little laugh. “Guess that didn’t work as well as I had hoped.” You shrug. 

“Well, it worked for the moment. Maybe you should’ve kissed me again when he called for me.” You joke, though thinking back to the feeling of his lips on yours makes goosebumps rise over your thighs. 

“Yeah, maybe I should have...” He looks back at you then, a glint in his eyes. You’re the one to look away now, back down to where you’re bandaging his hands. You tie a knot in the gauze and step back to admire your work. 

“Okay, all done. Are you hungry? I could cook us something.” You watch as Eddie slides down off the counter, hitting the linoleum floor with a thump in his heavy combat boots. 

“How about I just order us something? I think we’ve both been through enough tonight,” Eddie suggests, taking a step toward you. You look down toward the floor, but nod. 

“Okay, but I’m paying. You paid for the bar tab and took a fist to the eye for me,” Eddie chuckles at that, and relents. You cross the room over to the phone hanging on the wall and make a call to your favorite pizza joint, a place you and Eddie have ordered from at least a dozen times. It’s pretty late, so you’re thankful that the delivery time is relatively short as your stomach grumbles.  

After hanging up the phone, you look back to Eddie, so beautiful and warm even sporting the black eye, and you’re so filled with appreciation for him that you walk back toward him and wrap your arms around his middle. “Thank you,” You whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder. Eddie’s quick to reciprocate, pulling you closer and setting his cheek on your head.  

“Of course. I would always do anything to protect you.” You pull your face away to look up at him, eyes sparkling in gratitude. You can feel his breath on your face, smell the beer and cigarettes you shared back at the bar. 

“You’re kind of my knight in shining armor, ya know.” You feel a warmth break out over your face, the brazen words sending a streak of nerves through your body. Eddie gives a smirk at that. 

“Does that mean I’ll end up with the princess at the end?” Your breath hitches in your throat as his nose just brushes yours. 

“I think it does,” you breathe. Before you can even close your eyes, his lips are on yours again, but it feels different this time. There’s more urgency, more passion as you press yourselves against each other, opening your mouths to taste each other as you pull each other impossibly close. 

“I will never hurt you,” Eddie whispers against your lips, brushing the hair away from your face. 

“I know,”  

“I love you. So much,” You breathe a gasp as his lips find your neck, pressing hot, wet kisses there.  

“I love you.” There’s no hesitation in you as the words leave your lips. The weight that lifts from your body makes you feel like you’re actually truly breathing for the first time, the scent, the taste, the air all distinctly Eddie. “Stay with me tonight?” 

“You couldn’t pay me to leave.” You giggle as Eddie captures your lips again, spinning you so that now your ass is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You yelp in surprise as you’re suddenly lifted to sit on the top, your hands moving under the hem of Eddie’s shirt to splay across his back. Eddie breathes in sharply at the contact of your hands on his warm skin.  

Eddie’s hands move down your face, over your shoulders and your arms before he lifts them to settle on your hips. The tiniest sound leaves you as you feel him squeeze at the meat of your hips, sending a shockwave through you down to your core. You let your hands wander up his sides under his shirt, scratching lightly over him as you lose yourself in his touch. “I want you,” You murmur, your head rolling back to accommodate for his lips trailing over the other side of your neck. Eddie squeezes your hips again, and you let out another sound, a little louder this time. Eddie lets his hands feel down your hips and he wedges them under your butt, moving in one swift motion to lift you off the counter, lips still attached to your skin as he begins carrying you toward your bedroom. 

He kicks the door open with much more force than you were expecting, making you laugh against his shoulder before he lets you drop onto your bed. You both kick your shoes off before he comes to hover over you on the edge, one hand cradling your face while the other sneaks under the hem of your shirt. Goosebumps break out over your skin at the feeling of the soft gauze and his rough fingertips meander up your body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie whispers. Your eyes flutter when you feel him begin to kiss along your collarbones, down to the tops of your breasts. He sucks hard there, eliciting a high-pitched whine as you find any part of him to anchor yourself to.  

“Eddie,” You plead, the need for him to satisfy the ever-growing ache between your thighs boiling in your veins. 

“I know, princess, I know.” The hand under your shirt leaves to find your pants zipper, and he pulls it. Your hips roll under this simple touch, and you do what you can to help him as he pulls your jeans down your thighs and off your feet. He then tugs at the back of his collar and pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen Eddie shirtless before, but knowing now that he’s doing it for you, it makes your head spin.  

Before he can come back to kiss you again, you hear several loud knocks on the door. Both you and Eddie whip your heads toward the sound, then you look to each other, panting lightly as you shake free of the sex-craze clouding your minds. You hear the knocks again, and you move to get off the bed. Eddie puts his hands on your chest to push you back down before pressing a hard, wet kiss to your mouth. “Don’t you move, gorgeous. I’ll get it,”  

“Okay,” you nod breathlessly. Eddie bends down to pick your wallet up off the floor where it fell out of your jeans pocket before getting a $20 bill out to take to the delivery person at the door, who knocks again, more impatiently this time.  

You stare up at the ceiling with a smile as you listen to Eddie’s footsteps creaking the floorboards down the hall toward the front door. You faintly hear him say something along the lines of “Yeah, yeah, keep the change, kid,” Before slamming the door shut. You giggle at that and a second later, Eddie’s back, carrying the pizza box in his hands. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a hard time deciding if we should have our pizza or finish what we’ve started first.” He says, eyes raking over you. You roll over onto your stomach and prop your head up in your hands. 

“Why not both?” You suggest, quirking a playful eyebrow. A full smile breaks out over Eddie’s face as he frisbee’s the pizza box onto the bed before flipping you back onto your back and kissing you roughly.  

“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite person in the world,” You both laugh as Eddie pulls out a piece of pizza, feeding you a bite of it before diving back in to kiss you again, and hopefully never stop. 

@gvf23 @eddiernunson

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Having your boyfriend watch you get off with this particular toy is more than you may be able to handle. Pairing: Jeno x fem!reader Tropes: cam au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: cam shows, tentacle dildo, verbal instruction, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, pup) Word Count: 453 Note: part of the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @joblessjeno​

King Of Pentacles ➾ porn, strippers

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be patient for me.” Jeno rumbles lowly, “Show everyone how wet you are.”

You spread your legs just a bit wider as you glide the tentacle-shaped dildo along your folds. Jeno’s been guiding you to tease yourself for what feels like forever now. You’re practically dripping as he tells you to move the toy slowly. It’s almost torturous. You can hear the ping of donations and comments flooding through the chat, but you can’t be bothered to read any of them off. Jeno seems to find one of them amusing, though, given the chuckle he lets out.

“Someone said you aren’t doing it properly. Should I come over there and do it for you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but you still nod, not trusting your voice at this moment. You feel your boyfriend’s long fingers graze over your hand before taking the toy from your hold. You let out a whine when he removes the toy from having any contact with your body. Again, Jeno lets out a low dark chuckle. He reads a few comments, but you can’t be bothered to process what he’s saying.

“If you want something, say it. Wriggling your hips at me is doing nothing but showing me how soaked that pussy is.”

“I want it.” you sigh erotically.

“You’ll have to be more specific, pup.”

He starts running the tip of the toy along your inner thighs, knowing it would get a rise out of you. Your thighs involuntarily quiver at the sensation. You’re not sure if what you vocalize is a coherent thought, but the next thing you know, the tip of the tentacle toy is running through your folds again. Once in a while, he dips it into your hole, not enough to give you any form of release, but you squirm each time he does so.

“Read a few comments for me, pup.”

You gasp but turn your head to look at the rush of comments coming in, “T-there was one saying that you should s-ah stop teasing me and put it in me already.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t just you making it up?” he teases.

“No,” you sigh, “it was there! Guys tell him I’m not lying.” you beg your viewers.

Jeno grazes the toy through your sopping folds a few more times before dropping it beside you to look at the chat. You have to bite back a bratty comment at his action. When he lets out a hum, your eyes fixate on his sharp jaw and long black hair, hoping that he’s seeing the comments your loyal followers left.

“I guess my needy pup wasn’t lying. We best take care of your needy pussy then, shouldn’t we?”

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 22: Choking with Chan

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: names (baby, baby girl, good girl), slight degradation, choking (duh)

Summary: He can’t believe how worked up you are after watching the Red Lights video.

Word count: 646 (i know, i’m sorry)

Tags: @hyuckilstan @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

Kinktober master list

Smut below the cut

His labored breathing mingled with the sound of his hips repeatedly slamming into yours and you couldn’t stifle the cry that ripped from your throat. Somehow, despite the steady hammering of his hips, he was managing to deliver teasing thrusts that had you desperate for more. And you were in this position because he caught you.

“How’s it feel to live my dream?” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched your boyfriend choke your best friend. “Lucky bastard…”

“Who’s a lucky bastard?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice behind you, scrambling to pause the music video.

“Holy shit- you scared me!” You brought a hand to your chest as if to settle your heart while looking over your shoulder at him. “When did you get home?”

“Just a minute ago. Didn’t you hear me?” Before you could answer, he noticed what was on the television and stifled a laugh. “Or were you too distracted by Hyunjin tied to the bed?”

“Ew, no!” You fake gagged and laid your head on the back of the couch to look up at him. You were about to speak when he ducked down and stole a brief kiss.

“Was it about me then?” He whispered as he pulled back the slightest bit to look at you, his hand cupping your chin to keep you from looking back down, and you nodded. His hand around your throat sent a thrill through you and he picked up on the almost-imperceptible shudder that took over your body. “Was it this?” He asked with a smirk as he moved to grip your throat the way he had done to Hyunjin in the video. You nodded again, this time sheepishly, and he scoffed. “If you wanted me to choke you, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

After that, he couldn’t stop toying with you. It had escalated quickly and you’d found yourself in your shared bed, pinned beneath him. Now, your ass was in the air and you were unbelievably full. The stretch was fucking delicious.

He had one hand wound through your hair, holding your head to the mattress while the other was pressing against your lower back, making sure you arched beautifully for him. You were certain the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you but you couldn’t help that he knew just how to make you scream. It seemed, however, that he figured out what you were thinking as you tried to stifle your cries.

“What have I told you, baby girl?” He paused but answered for you when you didn’t immediately respond. “Neighbors be damned, I want to hear you scream for me.” He quickly shifted, pulling you up by your hair so your back was pressed to his chest, then released your hair and wrapped both hands around your throat. “Understood?”

You moaned out a pathetic affirmation, unable to form a coherent response with him still fucking into you as his grip on your throat tightened. “Good girl...” He praised in a low voice as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “And baby?” He paused and you whimpered in response. “Hyunjin’s next door getting his shit wrecked too. Passed him on the way in. Why don’t you let him hear how good I make you feel? I think he deserves to know what a slut you are, getting turned on just from seeing me pretend to choke him…” He tutted and squeezed your neck, scoffing as your eyes rolled back.

You couldn’t get a word in as he railed you and you realized from his pace that you wouldn’t be getting a break until Hyunjin and your neighbor were beating on the walls to shut you up. You were going to be an utter mess by the time he was done with you.

[hils79]

DMBJ Entry Level Fanwork Recs

Following on from this post a few people asked for some recs for fanworks they can read to get a better handle on the fandom and the characters if they don't know much about what DMBJ is about

This is by no means a definitive list, and I'd suggest checking the tags on any fanworks to make sure it's something you'd enjoy before you dive in.

I have my own personal preferences when it comes to favourite characters and ships and while I've tried to throw a bit of everything in here this is a fandom that loves its rarepairs and poly ships so I can't cover everything.

Please, by all means drop me an ask or a reply if you have any questions. I'm always willing to drag new people into the pits with me

A couple of things to start off with:

@foxofninetales has written a very useful list of possible entry points to the fandom

And if you want a very brief overview of the main players (this franchise has So Many characters it's totally okay to be confused) I wrote one over on Dreamwidth at the start of the year

Okay, to try and organise this in some sort of coherent way I'm going to break it up into canon fanworks and AU fanworks. Sometimes an AU is a better way to get to know the characters, or you might want to get a feel for the canonical settings. Reader's choice.

Then I'll break it down into ships in case Fox's guide has got you interested in something specific

Canon

Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Keepsakes Box by ShenWeiLightning

When Zhang Qiling loses his memories, the Zhang family attempt to whitewash Wu Xie from his world. Only the box he instructed they give him as a precaution was never checked for compartments and some of the pictures hidden inside, lead to certain conclusions...

The POV character has amnesia so you learn things along with him

Tabula Rasa by xantissa

Zhang Qiling forgets. Then he comes to some interesting conclusions regarding his relationship to the man named Wu Xie.

Another amnesia fic so same thing applies as above. I'm pretty sure this was the first fic I read in this fandom myself.

Visible to All But Me by Hils

“To the merging of the Wu and Zhang families,” his uncle toasts with a raise of his glass. "It's not what I'd hoped for in terms of securing the future of our family, as you know, but at least it's better than nothing."

Wu Xie blinks at him and raises his glass to take a drink while he tries to figure out what’s happening. There aren’t that many members of the Zhang family that his uncle has had dealings with. Xiaoge would have mentioned something if he’d entered into some sort of arrangement with his uncle. Perhaps his Ershu has made some sort of business deal with Zhang Rishan.

OR

Five times Wu Xie didn't know he was dating Zhang Qiling but everyone else did, and one time he figured it out (with some help)

Yes, it's probably poor netiquette to self-rec but this is hands down my most popular DMBJ fic and it's mostly just about Wu Xie being oblivious with no real ties to the canon plot

Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Cat's Paw by Merinnan & Xantissa

While some very basic knowledge of The Lost Tomb Reboot is needed for this, you mostly find out what's happening through Liu Sang's perspective so it's not entirely necessary.

Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

A Distracting Effort by elenothar

“Teensy tiny favour,” Hei Xiazi starts, with the kind of grin that says he knows he’s about to stir some shit and is looking forward to it. “I need someone to distract Zhao Ji and you” – he points at Wu Xie – “happen to be exactly his type.”

Wu Xie blinks. That’s… not what he’d been expecting.

Next to him Pangzi looks like he’s readying himself to bristle in protective outrage at any moment now and across the room Xiaoge’s relaxed sprawl has turned into something rather more threatening.

or

Hei Xiazi has opinions on Wu Xie's wardrobe, Wu Xie has opinions on interior decorating, Pangzi has opinions on Wu Xie's flirting and Xiaoge lurks protectively (and pointedly).

While this is not about tomb raiding it is exactly the sort of nonsense that happens in canon on a regular basis

Reunion to Rain Village by achray, hils, teyla and fangirlishness

A series of stories that are all standalone but are all set in and around our shared version of Yucun. The stories are not connected beyond some background themes and characters.

The only thing you really need to know is that the canon franchise ends with the three main characters retiring to a country village to run a restaurant and live in a house that Wu Xie designed and built for them. This series is set during that time but apart from that no canon knowledge is needed.

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

Why does it have to be you? by blackwatervial

It’s common knowledge that, if a delicate flower finds itself in a dire situation, a knight in shining armour will come to the rescue. Only that Xie Yuchen is no delicate flower, and his knight in shining armour is more of an overpriced mercenary.

This fic is only short but it perfectly covers everything you need to know about their relationship

Gen

Cascade by frith_in_thorns

Liu Sang didn't need looking after. Absolutely not. It had only been a small stabbing.

Unfortunately, Wu Xie overrode him.

Even more unfortunately, that was only the start of everyone's problems.

An excellent tomb raiding adventure with plenty of whump, misunderstandings and tomb nonsense

Take a Cup Of Kindness Yet by fox_of_nine_tales

There are several reasons Liu Sang doesn’t drink, and all of them are true.

I'm trying not to make this rec post entirely about Liu Sang because, as I mentioned in my DW post he's really only in one of the dramas/books. But he's very popular in my corner of the fandom so...

AU

Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Those who fear darkness have never seen what light can do by Merinnan & Xantissa

When Wu Xie was seven years old, he snuck away from his guardian during one of the digs that Sanshu took him to. Only things went wrong, the entrance collapsed, and it took a week to dig the child out from the near collapsed tomb.

They expected a body. They prayed that the child had somehow survived, but seven days without food or water for an adult would have been deadly, a child had no chances of survival at all.

They found Wu Xie deep in the tomb, sleeping on his little backpack. He was warm and healthy, confused at why the adults were yelling, looking like he’d just stepped into the tomb five minutes ago.

An alternate first meeting where Zhang Qiling is a supernatural creature.

A Swiftly Tilting Planet by slutspeare

Yincangui is Where Lost Things Return, and Wu Xie, captain of the Wushanju , has been trying to find it since his uncle went missing fifteen years ago. The only thing is that no one is quite sure that it actually exists, except for Liu Sang, who manages to finagle his way onto Wu Xie's ship and into their quest. Without any solid proof or idea of where they're going, it seems like Yincangui is always going to be a lost dream... unless the crew of the Wushanju can unravel the threads of the universe and lead themselves to what they've been searching for.

Absolutely stunningly written space AU where no real prior knowledge of canon is needed.

Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Catch and Release by Merinnan & Xantissa

After weeks of being on the run from the people who'd been experimenting on him, Liu Sang was cold, hungry, and still hiding as a fox. When he came across a live capture trap in a large garden, baited with good, good food, he decided it was worth the risk. Then kept coming back again. And again.

Wu Xie just wanted to catch and socialise a feral cat into a pet. He hadn't planned on a fox deciding the trap he'd put out was a convenient and consistent source of food.

There's a lot of fics in this fandom where Liu Sang can turn into a fox. It's entirely down to this Liu Chang photoshoot so I figured I'd put one in here as a taster. Plenty more where that came from if you like it

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

Ad Hoc Services by fox_of_nine_tales

If assumptions make an ass out of you and me, well, why let a perfectly good ass go to waste?

In which Hei Xiazi is mistaken for a prostitute and his evening just gets better from there.

This might be an AU but it perfectly encapsulates how ridiculous these two idiots are

Vids

If you're more of a visual person these vids are a taster of what the fandom is all about (also linked in my DW post if you've already looked at that). It's a mixture of general fandom vibes and ship specific vids (and one solely about Pangzi because I love him)

This is just a very small sample to get you going. If you're not in the fandom and this has piqued your interest feel free to let me know and I can try and put together a more specific rec list for what you like

If you are in the fandom, feel free to reblog with any additions that you think should be on the list. This is only intended to be a sampler.

[lixenn]

Overview

Since I’ve come out of my introverted gremlin cave and started to actually work regularly on my writing as well as posting my stuff on here, I’ve decided to structure my blog a bit. Mostly to prevent people from getting absolutely lost in this chaotic mess.  

I will try to keep this as updated as possible but there might be a bit of a delay between me posting new content and updating this, so please keep that in mind.

General info

My Ao3 account

Tags

#just rambling Lix' daily life in a nutshell #art nook art tag #science talk science ramblings #ask answered ask tag (<- might change in the future)

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If you have questions about any of my projects or just want to randomly scream at me about any topic that comes to mind, my inbox is open. Bother me anytime!

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The KHR discord server is now online! It's a general server for the fandom. If you want to join just drop me a DM and I'll send you the invite link.

KHR writing prompts

Prompts are open, just drop them in my inbox and I'll see what the nonsense generator can fabricate!

Prompt rules/intro

Dan and Celeste

Dan and Vlasta

The Housekeeping AU

#the housekeeping AU #khr daniele costa #khr dave #khr valerie rebner #khr vlasta gast #khr marina costa #khr cilmi #khr yves

This is me playing around in the Varia sandbox, come and join me in my weird delusions!

Witness how the Head of Varia Housekeeping (my OC) is slowly but surely driven insane by crazy Assassin bullshit, meddling assistants (aka Dave), mountains of paperwork and Mafia politics.

(Btw the concept of my Varia Housekeeping was inspired by Umei_no_Mai whose worldbuilding is absolutely Godtier. I kneel before their greatness.)

Character profiles

Chief aka Daniele

Dave

Ottavio under edit

Valerie Rebner

The Varia Housekeeping survival guide (WIP currently updating on Ao3)

When you are the overworked and underappreciated head of Varia Housekeeping who is sick and tired of cleaning up your employees’ corpses and decide to write up an instruction manual for dealing with Varia's insanity.

Detective Dave is on the case (complete on Ao3 but might add something later on)

Dave has never been able to resist a good mystery, so when one of his informants was suddenly murdered under suspicious circumstances, what else is he supposed to do other than immediately stick his nose into other people's business? ("Can you for once in your life not poke the sleeping dragon with a stick?" "But Chief! A murder mystery! Delivered right to my front door!" "..." "Hey, we are you going? Chief? Chief! I still need you to sign these forms! Come back!" )

This is my crossover with Myell's Killer Whale AU, so if you aren't familiar with her 'verse this story might be a bit confusing, I recommend checking her stuff out first a then coming back to this one. (Shamelessly advertising my Buddy's story again hehehehe)

Unnamed Sequel (in planning stage)

Unlike the Varia survival guide, this work will hopefully have plot and a coherent story line. I’m still very much in the idea finding phase, so no clue when this is going to be published.

I now have a rough outline for the story, main plot plus romance side plot (I say side plot when the romance outline is much more detailed... *silently despairs*).

Current edited chapter count: 2/?

I will keep you updated on this project via completely unhinged ramblings, so… look forward to that (and yes, that is a threat!)

Snippets

Dan and Dave's first meeting

Things Chief once said

The Couch™️

Tea time

Fanfic recs

I've decided to indulge myself and finally make a list some of my favourite KHR fanfics, feel free to check it out!

Fic recs

Naruto

How Uzushio was saved by drunken seal shenanigans (WIP kinda on hold)

The story of how Uzumaki Ren – explosion specialist, seal master and everyone’s favourite mad scientist – saves his village from destruction, revolutionizes the medical field, adopts a puppy, and gives his Kage an aneurism. Not necessarily in that order.

Note: I’ve updated this recently and I still have stuff for it prewritten (but nothing post-worthy just yet), but since KHR has overtaken all my brain space, I’ll probably won’t work on this for a while. I’m still super attached to my mad scientist baby Ren, so there will be more content! … Just in the very far future 😅

[skywayoctane]

Tagged by @momonica05

list 5 topics you can talk about for an hour without prepping any material

Sonic the Hedgehog. Basically anyone close to me knows that I have an extreme obsession with this blue rat, more than anything in this list. I just find Sonic endlessly fascinating be it games, comics, TV shows, movies etc, even going beyond that to fan projects and indie games that are very clearly inspired by Sonic like Spark the Electric Jester and Freedom Planet, sometimes I genuinely have to restrain myself from rambling about it around people.

Ben 10. It was like, the best thing ever for kid me, simply put, it was my shit. I would often go to school wearing a toy Omnitrix, my favorite PS2 game was Ben 10 Cosmic Destruction and I would constantly roleplay as Ben 10 while I was doing literally anything. Unfortunately I kinda fell off Ben 10 after Omniverse released, but I'm giving it another chance right now and just finished season 1 sometime ago.

Manga and comics in general. Ever since 2022 I just started downloading any manga i could find to read when I wasn't home and didn't have anything to do. Since then I've read what might be a concerning amount of manga and some western comics too, to the point that my friends started joking that they can't think of any manga or anime that I don't already know of.

My OCs. This one makes me go crazy because even if I could go on and on talking about then, I often find it hard to explain it in an actually coherent way, there's just too much. I have like, at least 5 different universes, multiple game and comic ideas with dozens of characters and multiple arcs, scrapped animation projects... I just endlessly daydream about this stuff.

Fixing Computers and Stuff. There's bit much to say about this one, I'm no professional by any means but I find the process of tinkering with the hardware of a machine very interesting, I've already fixed by myself various video game consoles and often just offer for free to fix stuff for my friends.

I don't know anyone else to tag that wasn't already tagged so @red-tomato-sauce you really should listen to Mônica and do this!

[hoodievixen]

With My Own Eyes - Part 3 - Waxing Crescent (2 of 2) (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~2.5 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling.

A/N: I did it.

Tag List:  @intothesoul​ (sry I forgot on the last chapter)

Master List

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Sibyl woke up from the sun hitting her eyelids.  She just rolled over to cover her head with a pillow. She stayed in her awkward position of half falling off the bed as the fog of sleep was leaving her mind. Her first coherent thought of the day was of how she didn't remember going to bed. Her second was how she was not getting used to sleeping in jeans, and needed to figure that out come the next night. Her third jumped back to the first, figuring Morpheus had probably carried her to bed.

The last half of the prior day had been spent in her art studio. After getting over the awe, Sibyl was frantically going around swatching anything and everything she could. That had then turned to furious sketching, digging up ideas she had burred for the simple fact she didn't have the resources to do it. Morpheus had stayed with her for the most of it. Sibyl cringed into herself, remembering her terrible attempts at holding a conversation. Sibyl is prone to word vomit when focusing on something else. As well as rambling, but that's more of a constant than circumstantial. Not to mention the dream king wouldn't respond to something unless he saw in necessary, which lead to Sibyl just spew half coherent statements. "Can't you just shut up?" she questioned herself.

Needing to start her day she got up to change. Sibyl hadn't even taken a step before she heard something move beyond the door to the bedroom. It was a lot of shuffling and bumping into things. She did not know what she was going to find. With slow cautious steps she retrieved her knife from her jacket. She continued with the same precautions to the door out of the bedroom. Sibyl threw open the door, thrusting the knife in front of her.

"G'mornin' Sleeping Beauty," an unfamiliar character greeted her. Sibyl saw there was no threat and lowered the knife. There in the sitting room was once again Matthew, again in the same place. With him was the new person, if she could even call it a person. It was basically a living scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head. He was in the process of hanging a large painting above the fire place.

"What is going on?" Sibyl asked in confusion. She knew she slept in late, so things would be happening, just didn't expect them to be in her room.

"Lord Morpheus told me to hang this up," the pumpkin grumbled. "Is it centered now?"

Matthew tilted his head to the side. "A bit more to the left."

Sibyl was just confused. Why would he do such a thing? Sibyl looked at the painting in a golden frame. It wasn't something profound, but she could find the beauty and meaning in it. The more she looked at it, the more it seemed familiar. The color tones, the brush patterns. "A Monet?" she questioned. While it was rather basic, Monet was indeed her favorite artist. She would put money down she shared that fact they day before, she just wasn't sure.

With his work being one she adored, Sibyl was familiar with almost all of them. However this one she had never seen before. It was of a forest path, a young couple walking together hand in hand, with long shadows cast from the twilight sun.

"You know your art M'lady," the pumpkin commented. "Doubt you've seen this one before. It's a Dreaming exclusive. He never got around to making it in the waking world."

Sibyl was in awe, taking in something no one has even seen awake.

With the picture hung, the pumpkin left. "See'ya around Mervyn," Matthew called after him. The raven changed his attention to the amazed human. "That was Mervyn he's sorta the handy man around her. A bit prickly, but he means well."

Sibyl's awe was quick to return to confusion. "Why would he give this to me?" she wondered. First the similar clothing, then the art studio, now this one of a kind masterpiece for her to have in her own chambers. She didn't feel like she deserved all of this, nor did he need to give her all of this.

"You think I know?" Matthew scoffed. "He's in my head not the other way around."

Sibyl turned her questioning onto the bird. She could see he was not joking. "That is mildly concerning," she confessed. "I'm gonna go... get ready..." Sibyl recognized the feeling of grease building up in her hair and wanted to bathe.

Returning to her bed room to head to the bathroom she paused. She had grown used to the smell of roses lingering in the air. It wasn't that the scent of flowers had disappeared, but had changed. In the vases in the room all the roses had been swapped out for larkspur. Bundles of white, blue, pink, and purple. Her favorite flowers. Again, her over sharing, and him doing unnecessary things for her. Though she could confess, she didn't feel too burdened by this one.

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So many things are better taught through stories. One is more likely to remeber what happened in a series of events than a list of different necessaries. Sibyl knew this to be true with fabels, stories to teach moral reasoning to children. She learned it more so when deciphering her family's grimore. Fiction had made it so people believe that grimore are like a cook book, a collection of instructions and ingredients. But witch craft is more like cooking than baking, not so much reliant on exacts more so about what they make as a whole.

Witches of old knew stories would change as they were told orally, relying on the faulty of human knowledge alone. So they wrote down their stories, and so did the children, and their children's children, making a grimore. A collection of a family's stories of spells and what brought them to casting them.

When the full understanding of "every story ever written, and those that haven't been" settled in Sibyl's mind, she came to a realization. She could access all the grimoires ever written. Those lost to museums, or bloodlines died out, even the ones burned with the owner. All of them were head, and she could bring what has been forgotten into memory. The best thing of it all, they were in English. Oh the wonders of magical dream libraries.

Matthew had grown bored of her company as Sibyl lost focus in conversation instead for figuring out the spell's details in the stories. It didn't take long for the raven to fly off to find something more interesting. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, before a cool breeze stole her attention.

Sibyl looked away from her book to find Morpheus standing beside her. "Hello there," she greeted him, leaning back in the chair she was sitting in.

"You appear to be settling in well," Morpheus commented.

Sibyl shrugged. She wasn't much of a person to sit around all the time. She liked doing things. It keeps her mind and body busy.

"There is something I wish to give you," he informed her, reaching for the object in his pocket.

Sibyl let out a whine. "Another?" she complained.

Morpheus hesitated.

"I don't need anything," Sibyl continued, "I know you're just trying to be nice. But I don't want to receive gift after gift. It's one thing to get one occasionally, but not multiple in one day."

Morpheus lowered into the seat next to her. His previous partners enjoyed getting showered in thing. They'd never want for anything. Nor was it something he would struggle to provide. He could make them anything they desired. He could provide for them with ease.

"Have you even thought about how large the power imbalance is between us?" Sibyl wondered, "Your are the anthropomorphic personification of dreams, while I am a simple human. A healthy relationship is between two equals, where anything you do for me I should be able to do for you. With all the gifts I feel like I owe you something."

" You owe me nothing, "he assured her, "Your presence is all I'd ever ask for."

Sibyl let out a frustrated groan. "I didn't even want to be here," she reminded him, expressing her anger. "I'm not some item you can claim. You can't just appease me with things. I didn't ask for any of this." A few tears of frustration started to leak from her eyes.

Morpheus was frozen. He could understand he had done something wrong. He had believed she had gotten over his mistake with forcing her to come to the Dreaming without a choice of her own. After yesterday Dream had believe she had come to like it in the Dreaming, and possibly even him. But everything he was doing was just making her even more uncomfortable.

He wanted to reach out and wipe away her tears, but that wasn't a privilege he had earned yet. "I apologize," he started. "I must confess it has been a long time since I've courted anyone."

Sibyl let out a tired laugh. She reached up, wiping away her tears with the heel of her palm. "Well to start with, it's now called dating," she explained, "And it's more about getting to know eachother and earning trust than proving you can provide for the other person."

"Then would you do me the honor of allowing me to date you?" he asked.

Sibyl softly smiled and rolled her eyes. "I think I agreed to that a couple days ago."

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"Where do you want to go?" Morpheus asked Sibyl as the two walked out of the castle. He wanted to do what she wanted today.

Sibyl shrugged, "Like in general? Or what?"

"Anywhere that exists or dosen't," he clarified.

"Man that made it so much harder," Sibyl complained. Not that the options became too many, but more too few. Sibyl liked to love life. When she could, and something when she couldn't shed go to see the world. If she hasn't set foot in a country it's only because she had yet to think of a reason to do so. Then all the places in her head she puts down onto paper.

But there was one place she had come to miss. "Home," she mumbled, before laughing at the mistake she made. "Not like that," Sibyl sorta apologized. She hung it over his head for many days, she didn't need to any longer.

"I meant my childhood home," she clarified. "It's been so many years since I've seen the place."

That was no problem at all for Morpheus.

Much like you would suddenly be in a different place in a dream, they were no longer standing on the bridge leading to the Dream Palace.

Instead it was a back yard covered in shade. Sibyl gazes at the back of the house with an amused smile. Thought she was not sure, she knew the back of this house didn't look like this anymore. Scilla wasn't there to keep the flower beds neat. The steps were making weird noises back then, you must need to skip over some now. Then rain, snow, and sun would have faded that blue paint of the house. Yet here the house stood, frozen in time. Before the weight of being an adult sunk onto her. Before the worries of the world.

Instead of stepping closer to the house she turned and head for the woods that surrounded them. The woods she knew so well, after all she grew up in them. Even with a single step past the tree line felt so much different. It felt like home.

With an in viable weight of her shoulders Sibyl started walking through the forest. She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She felt Morpheus' precense behind her. Despite the silence, she said nothing. If he wanted to get closer to her, he'd need to start conversations himself.

There up in the old tree with wild branches was what she was headed to. When her brother was a tween he and his friends found a shipping pallet behind the nearby grocery store. They lugged it all the way back here into the woods, tied it to the tree with some old rope they found in someone's garage. Then later on when they got a new rug in the living room, they brought the hold one out here to cover the pallet. It wasn't much of a tree house, but she loved it like it was.

With the added height and strength from age getting up was far easier than she ever remembered. Sibyl settled down in her favorite spot, where the pallet met an upturned branch. She was now to tall for the peculiar angle to be a proper back rest any more.

"You're welcome to come up," she called down to Morpheus. Already, she had out a sketch book and digging for the right pencil in the bag she brought.

The dream lord basically appeared before her, lounging proudly on the aging carpet. Sibyl rolled her eyes, far too regal to climb a tree. "What significance dose this place hold?" he wondered, gazing at the woods below.

"Spent a lot of time out here as a kid," Sibyl shrugged, "There's a lot of memories here for me."

"Like what?" Morpheus wondered.

Sibyl smirked, looking to the ground at the bottom of the tree. "When I fell off of here and broke my leg, my brother needed to carry me to the house. Or playing huge games of hide and seeks with all of our friends. Needed to stay between the tree that looks like it's screaming, the fallen down maple, the yard line, and the creek. We'd hide thing for the others to find. Sometimes their own things. I found a Barbie I lost when I was eight during my last year of highschool. I could go on... These trees are like an old friend. They hold so many secrets."

Morpheus hummed, taking in the story fragments as she told them. "You have siblings?" he questioned. It obviously was not a rare possibility, but it was a means of conversation of which he could relate to.

"Yeah," Sibyl sighed, leaning back more. "We don't see eachother much anymore. We all moved somewhere. My brother moved to New York City, my sister went to Boston, and I came over to London. It rare all three of us are together even for holidays. We still talk, but phone calls and texts only means so much."

He noticed a detail that didn't quite ass up to everything she was saying. "You had said 'brothers' as in more than one," he pointed out, "Did something happen?"

Sibyl's face grew solemn and her hand stopped moving. She started to run her thumb over the corner of the sketchbook, listening to the pages hitting eachother. "He died," she said in a soft tone. "He was fifteen at the time, I was thirteen. It happened out in this forest.

After that we didn't come out here much, and surely didn't go as deep as we once had. Never further than this very tree."

A still silence fell between them. "I lost a sister once," Morpheus confessed, "It was eons ago. Yet you never forget an event like that. Losing someone so close to you."

Sibyl finally looked to him, trying to make eye contact with him. "No, you really don't," she agreed pain hurried in her voice.

"If you don't mind my wondering," Dream started, "How did he pass."

Sibyl stated quiet averting her gaze. She did not wish to tell.

[winter-spark]

Okay, so for Juza celebration week day 3, I'm gonna discuss some Juza ships and the questions of who's more fun to see pining, who fell first, who fell harder. (I hope this counts lol. The prompt is favorite relationships and I could instead talk about his friendship with Omi or Sakyo or something but here I am choosing to go the shipper's route instead lol.)

Before I start, I do want to say I sorta see Juza as demi. Demiromatic, demisexual? Both? Maybe. One of them? Definitely. Is this important for the post? Well, I'm not posting anything else this week so my headcanon has to go somewhere. Also yes. because this is a ships post. Read: not really but still.

Okay first up Juban:

For Juban it is obviously pining!Banri. I think also it's definitely a Banri fell first, Banri fell harder situation. I'm sorry I don't make the rules I just follow the feelings. Like, Juza is just trying to vibe and eat his food Banri, get up lol. I think in this case Juza's not pining lowkey because he'd rather not think about it. Like why think about how they'd be as a couple when a confession would make him want to cut his tongue out. Well, maybe not his tongue because boy's gotta eat but like a confession to Banri? That would never make his to-do list. I fully heartedly believe that whenever he realized he liked Banri he imagined Banri laughing at him and locked it up. Not that the feelings are gone but like he's filed it away as 'no' or 'never gonna happen' so he's content. (So kinda like Muku but a completely different vibe.) Either way, that's what is most fun to me for them. Like I'm sure pining!Juza is fun but for Juban and their canon dynamic, it's more fun to think about it as Banri just trying to attain his crush's attention and it almost working but also sorta backfiring on him, like that's just how he flirts. I wanna say "good luck getting together ya goobers" but somehow it doesn't feel impossible to me even with this set up lol. Like I dunno exactly how for suresies, I just know it's plausible. Right now I'm thinking either they'd fall into a relationship like it just sorta one day they're dating and nobody talks about or really adresses it until like months later OR sorta an argument into confession type thing, like maybe one of them is being sorta annoying (out of concern or something but whichever on of them it is he's not gonna say it at first) and they end up in an arguement about whatever it is and then the other is like "why do you even care?" and I'm not a great writer but like then either comes in a flat out confession of sorts or it's bit more arguing that like lowkey forces em into a confession. (I have one more alt but that's bcuz it was a chat post that I could see being them and I might just post it as a chat post some day. idk we'll see.)

Okay so, I'll be honest I'm not sure I'm knowledgeable enough on other Juza ships but I do want to consider two more because I'm curious. I'm not fully sure I ship them but I think the possibility is interesting. So yea I'll literally be typing those as I think. (the previous section was kinda like that but it was originally barely coherent tags for another post lol)

Next up, Tenma & Juza:

(I'm not especially sure I actually ship them so much as a couple of weeks or so ago I read their card bonus story thing (cross backstage?) and thus I'm curious as to see them a bit more.) So, lol this is gonna sound repetitive but I do think pining!Tenma/Tenma fell first is more fun to think about because I think based on that short and Tenma being like "I don't/didn't need your help but I'm going to help you out because I don't want to owe you anything which I sorta already don't because I didn't ask for your help" can very easily be translated to "It's not like I like you or anything" in a romantic reading of their relationship. Like I sorta imagine it as Tenma trying to do nice things for Juza but always having/giving a flimsy excuse for why he's doing it. And the moment Juza is like nice to him back Tenma gets lowkey(but probably actually highkey) embarrassed. And I think it'd be funny if Tenma convinces himself that his crush on Juza is actually Juza having a crush on him because "of course, he has a crush on me, that's not a foreign thing for me, people get crushes on me all the time" Yuki: "What are you muttering about? It's breaking my concentration." I'll be honest I'm not entirely sure who would fall harder(at this rate it's likely it'd probably be Tenma ngl but it could be Juza idk), regardless I do think Juza probably really admires Tenma and his acting and he probably has a decently easy time telling him that and the following interaction would be something like: Tenma(probably somewhat embarrassed): Well of course you do, don't you know who I am? Juza: ??? Yea? That's why I'm talking you??? Summer Troupe: lol! Autumn Troupe: *facepalm* Tenma: *more embarrassed* I think Juza developing a crush on Tenma in this scenario is funny because he'd probably see Tenma as a little awkward and weird but finds it somehow endearing, but it's partially because he's seeing that even someone as famous and popular as Tenma struggles to talk and get his point across to people at times, or maybe that's just a bonus. Either way, Juza is very willing to take the time to understand Tenma even at his most confusing because Juza has been misunderstood his whole life pretty much. Idk if this paragraph sounds right, if you guys don't think so, I'm sorry for being wrong &/or this not making sense. Update! Because I've realized that would line up more with early-on stuff. I've remembered that I've seen two comics with them interacting. One was the one where Tenma was like 'Juza let me thank you by taking you to this pancake(? it was something sweet) shop I passed by', and Juza was like 'alright let's go'. & Tenma led them to a Ramen shop like 'I coulda sworn it was here', & as they eat the noodles Tenma's like 'I'm really sorry', & Juza's like 'these are good too'. & then the other comic with them that I saw was the one where them, Tsuz & Tai were heading home from the college together getting a lot of attention from Tenma's fans and Tenma apologized and Juza was like 'Let me know if any weirdos try to mess with you' and Tenma's like 'thanks! -^^-' (which is so much growth from the cross-backstage thingy). That was their interaction there. So now I'll update the thoughts with that dynamic in mind. I mean uh I feel like that other stuff is still plausible just as they bond more, Tenma's more comfortable with flat-out showing his gratitude and joy and stuff. I feel like as a couple they'd sorta be like Tenma's the super supportive I'm gonna do a bunch for you boyf and Juza's the protective one, you know? Like Tenma would but something sweet on his way home because he feels Juza's been doing a lot and working hard, and Juza would, whenever he can, accompany Tenma home so he doesn't have to deal with being approached and so he doesn't get lost. Probably results in a lot of impromptu dates at cafes and stuff.

And lastly, Sakuya/Juza :

(Because while I know nothing about them as a pair/their dynamic and I don't quite ship them, I think they could be very cute ngl (aka I want to ship them. I mean come on they're so intrinsically similar yet so different at the same time) So for starters, this is a demi x demi ship in my head. They are both demi to me. Demiromantic or demisexual? Both? Hmm pretty sure Sakuya is demiromantic(or maybe gray-romantic) but if he's not demisexual he's definitely under the ace umbrella in my head. As for Juza, see above. Okay so to me Juza definitely fell first. (See? I do think Juza can fall first.) As for pining, I am leaning towards pining!Juza but I'm curious how pining!Sakuya would be in this dynamic in particular. Maybe I'll let these two have mutual pining. Actually yea, that could be fun. Lol how I'm imagining it now is them using their shared passion for acting to try to impress each other not realizing the other is already impressed with them. Like, if this was a mutual pining story a very "hey wanna see this play with me" & "I've been practicing this part really hard, I hope he's watching me perform" with a "oh my gosh he's so cool" type deal from both of them. It'd be very cute, in my humble opinion. Also, I sorta think it's completely plausible for them to fall equally as hard for each other. idk, I don't make the rules. More importantly, they're a pair who'd be tired in the morning because they spent all night together... practicing acting! They'd help each other practice acting a lot and probably loose complete track of time lol. (Have they had a bonding event yet? I haven't read it if so.) But like back to the falling equally hard thing I think it's just that when they both already think the other is super amazing they're both only gonna appreciate the other more once they find their footing as what they can do for each other as a couple. Like Idk. Idk. It's hard to say one of them fell harder after they literally got mutual pining when the whole point of this format was to be like 'mutual pining is fine but have you considered how fun it'd be to focus on [name] pining' they broke my format. But they were cute about it so I'll let them slide.

So yeah Happy Juza week, this has been on the three Juza ships that compel me the most currently.

Actually, the order I did them is funny because like I thought I'd have almost nothing in the Tenma section and knew I was putting pining!Tenma then pining!Juza in the Saku/Juza section so I put Tenma/Juza in the middle but now it's kinda like a sliding scale. Like Tenma/Juza is the middle ground between Banri/Juza and Sakuya/Juza. Like energy/vibe-wise you know? And that's funny to me. Also lol that I actually had a lot more to say about Juten(?) than I thought I would.

[pomrania]

So, trying to work out what all I'll need for my Smaugust 2023 posts, because I tend to ramble incoherently and if I get all that out HERE, hopefully I can use that as framework for something both coherent and concise.

THIS IS NOT WHERE YOU PUT REQUESTS. THIS IS ME FIGURING OUT WHAT TO SAY, ALSO IT'S NOT AUGUST YET. YOU CAN REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE, TO MAKE SUGGESTIONS OR SPREAD AWARENESS, BUT IF YOU PUT AN ART REQUEST ON THIS POST, I WILL THINK POORLY OF YOU.

I'm doing the same thing as last year, drawing people's cats as dragons, according to the prompt for each day.

One request per person per base-post-I-make (need to find a better way to phrase that), unless explicitly stated otherwise.

I'll be making a new post for each day, to prevent stuff from getting out of hand.

If it's still that day somewhere in the world, you can put a request on the post for that day.

To make a request, reblog the post, and add a photo of the cat, WITH the cat's name in the body of the post; I need the critter's name in order to name the file, and I want all relevant information to be visible in your post to people who will only see my reblog (with art) of your post. So also if you have something funny to say about the cat, put it in the body instead of the tags.

Non-cats are allowed so long as you can give reasons that the creature is actually a cat despite their appearance.

When I say "your cat", that includes past present and future, and also a friend's or a relative's cat.

I'll need to include a link to the prompt list I'm using. That'll let you see what day each prompt will be.

Cats will be dragonified taking inspiration from the prompt for the day. If you have suggestions about particular ways to interpret that prompt for your cat, I'll take those into consideration; if you ask me to use a FUTURE prompt for dragonifying your cat, I'll be annoyed at you because if you want that so much, just wait until it's that day and then make the request on that post. (Unless you know you won't be available that day, in which case I'm more flexible.)

So basically, you can totally get 31 different pictures from me, of your cats as dragons, if you make a request for each day. This isn't you being greedy; if I had a problem with it, I wouldn't offer it. Notice how grumpy I got about "people making requests on the wrong post"? Now compare that, and notice how I'm NOT being grumpy about the possibility of someone getting 31 dragon pictures.

Something that I'm not going to put into the posts themselves, but I'm saying it here, as extra guidelines for the people who'll see this: I don't particularly want to dragonify the same photo twice this month, because I like variety; HOWEVER I'm okay with doing it so long as it's something you really want, and it's not on days that are right next to each other. I do NOT have a problem with dragonifying a photo that I did LAST year, that's totally OKAY, after all it's been a whole year; however I'd like you to tell me if you're doing that, because otherwise I'll be wracking my brain "why does this feel familiar".

I said "one request per person per day-of-the-event" (still need to find a better way to phrase that) "unless explicitly stated otherwise", because sometimes there's a lull where I want to draw something but there's no requests left to draw, so I might open it up a bit more.

[dre6ming]

Bed fright ~ stage fright sequel.

“The fright” series~part II

Masterlist here

Part one~ stage fright here

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Pairing: Austin Butler! Elvis x fem reader

Warnings: smut, smut, <18+ minors dni> fingering, semi public sex, cursing, fluff, pregnancy…. Hope that’s all

Plot: your life with Elvis unfolds in the most beautiful way possible.

Word count: 3000+

The ride up to your shared suite is nothing but a tease. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Elvis pins you to the wall, one leg in between your thighs, both hands holding tightly on your waist. "You know lil mama I thought you was all innocent baby, my bookworm, turns out I had the devil in disguise all this time." He says leaning in to kiss your cheek, but right before his lips touch your soft skin, he fakes biting you cheek and you giggle at his silliness. He was a 7 year old in the body of a 31 year old man, so it's safe to say that your 24 year old self feels like the mature one in the mix. But that's good, it keeps you grounded and humble, cause you can have a bit of a superiority complex at times, something that he's clearly picked up on, by the way you explain numbers to his father Vernon, like the man hadn't been doing that job for 12 years now. Eh but to be fair his dad didn't really know what he was doing so Elvis guessed that in this situation you should act a tad bit superior.

"Hmm maybe you did, you know there's a saying that goes around..." you say with a big smile on your face and he licks his plump lips giving you a side smile. "Yeah? And what does it say baby?" He asks ready to hear what you have to say. You grab his cream shirt in both hands and drag him closer to you, bringing your lips to his ear. "That men watch their porn, while women read theirs" you hot breath travels down his spine and he can't help but growl and grind his still painfully hard cock on you. Though you both are covered by clothes the thrust of his hips against yours doesn't go unnoticed by you. On of your hands let's go of his shirt and travels down to his clothed crotch. Cupping his dick through his pants, you start to move your hand up and down agonizingly slow. He doesn't say a word, he just closes his eyes moaning and slowly moving his hips to get more friction. "Baby..." he says as he's now completely lost his mind and can no longer make real, coherent sentences.

In the position that you now find yourselfs, him leaning over you, one leg in between you thighs, a hand holding your waist and the other pined to the wall next to your head supporting himself and you... lips parted, shallow breaths escaping them as you pleasure your lover, chin resting on his shoulder, you both forget where you are. He's took caught up in his pleasure and you are to intoxicated by the power you now hold, so as you give his dick a squeeze, you don't hear the elevator doors open and you don't see the other person getting in. "(Y/n)..." Elvis says and the two a you fall down from the sky as the person who now shares the elevator with you clears their throat to make their presence felt. Elvis takes a step back from you and looks annoyed at the person interrupting you. He quickly straightens his back and clears his throat at the sight of his father. You also get your self straightened up from the elevator wall, and hide your face as you blush from head to toe. "Daddy!" Elvis says looking up, avoiding his father's eyes. Vernon looks embarrassed by the two of you. "Mr Presley!" You say and Elvis has to mentally punch himself in the balls not to moan at your words. Vernon says nothing, just waves his hand lazily while fixing his tie with the other. As soon as the elevator gets to his desired floor Vernon gets off without even bothering to look at either of you.

When the doors close again you and Elvis look at each other wide eyed. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the two of you burst out laughing at the situation, this is the second time the two of you almost got caught, though this time might be worse, considering Elvis almost had an orgasm in his pants with his dad present. "That mister Presley is what payback tastes like, I'm not sure you get it offered too often" you say while laughing still. "Well how is it fair payback? Hm princes? Cause if I remember correctly I made you cum before Steve walked in, while here I am, caught dry humping my lovely girl before I could make a mess in my pants." He flirts back as he moves some hair behind your ear. Ever since he told you how much he loved you hair, you wore it down every now and then, for his pleasure. "Do you even know the meaning of 'payback' honey? Cause it's supposed to hurt, not please." You say.

He hugs from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "The only thing you could do to hurt me is to leave me darlin'. Otherwise just hearing you breathe gives me pleasure." He kisses you cheek and you turn in his arms to face him. Taking his face in your hands, you pick your next words very careful. "Honey, I love you, all of you, your music, your hair, your charming side smile. I love the way your bottom lip sticks out if your upset. I love the blue in your eyes. And I adore to feel you, all of you, all the time. Now how could I ever leave something I love so dearly? Hm?" A single tear rolls down his face and he leans down to kiss you. It's a tender, sweet kiss, that has your heart skipping beat after beat. The love he has for you seeps into your body and you feel like you could stay here, like this forever. You pull apart at the sound of the elevator reaching the floor of your shared suite. He takes your hand and walks you inside.

You're nervous about what going to happen. You know about sex, you've read about it multiple times and heard girls talk about it too. As exiting as this is to happen to you, is also terrifying. What if you don't live up to his stands? He's been with lots of women and you've been with no one before him. Elvis can sense the stress radiating off of you, so he sits on the edge of the bed, puts you on his lap and gives you a tight hug. "Satnin you don't gotta do nothin' you ain't ready for. Ok?" You stay silent and nod your head. "I think I'm ready, but..." you bite you lip before you can finish speaking your worried thought. "But what?" He lifts your chin up so your (e/c) eyes can meet his blue ones, it's like he's lookin at your bare soul and you can't hide anything from him. "What if I don't know how to please you?" Your voice quiet, barley above a whisper, but still he hears it and grins at your worry. "Darlin' I didn't know how to please a woman my first time either, how are you supposed to know? Huh?"

You look away embarrassed at the pink painting your cheeks, but he puts one hand on the side of your neck and brings your eyes back to his. "I'll teach you how to pleasure me, as I'll learn from you what you like." He shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal. "Ok" you say and give his lips a quick kiss. "Ok, but before that..." he gently places you on the bed and gets up. You follow him with your eyes, curious at what he's doing. He goes to one in the wooden cabinets, next to the tv, opens a drawer and gets something out. You can't see what it is, as it's too small.

Returned in front of you he gets down on his knees, placing a small black velvet box in your hands. You can feel tears in your eyes, but you keep your composure. As he opens up the box, your suspicions are confirmed. A ring. "I know it's soon, maybe too soon, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. For a long time a floated through everyday, not really living, but then you came and that changed. In 4 months I've lived longer than in all my 31 years of life. Would you do me the honor of being my forever mrs?" The ring screams you in every way. He knows you are not about the go big style, so he picked a ring that matches you. A gold band with a sapphire in the middle, the stone matches his eyes, your newly found favorite color. You take it and put it on your finger, it hugs the flesh perfectly. "I really hope this means yes sugar and not just you teasin' me" he laughs nervously. You blink at him and realize you didn't say 'yes' out loud yet. "Oh my god, yes, Elvis, it means yes!"

Soon enough you're lifted off the bed and he's spinning you in his arms. When he puts you down, he takes your head in his hands and gives to most passionate kiss. It's hungry, lustful and so intoxicating. "I love you!" He mumbles, lips still glued to yours. "So make love to me, my husband to be!" When he hears you call him that, his whole restrain breaks down. Hands flying to the back of your dress, quickly undoing the zipper. The material falls to the ground and you are now bare in front of him for the first time. You try to hide from him using your hands and looking away. "None of that!" He says as he grabs your hands in his and kisses them. "Look me in the eyes, my future wife, I want to see you." You rub your thighs together. Looking at him you expect to see anything but the look he's giving you. Elvis's face reads that he's looking at his favorite thing in the world, you.

"Lay down sugar, I'll undress and come to you, we go as far as you feel comfortable. Alright?" You nod and do as he says. You prop up on your elbows and look at him. His hands seem to tremble a little as he undresses himself. When he gets to his pants and he takes them off with his underwear, you take your eyes from him. "Look at me!" His voice is sweet and has you feeling the wetness between your legs grow. You look at him, his beautiful, everything about him is harmonically build. Darting your eyes down you see it, his dick, you couldn't explain, but it was also beautiful as it stood hard.

Carefully he crawl on the bed over you, spreading your legs to find home between them. "You're so beautiful mama!" He says as he peppers kisses on your neck, right hand playing with your boob, left hand supporting him so that he's not crushing you under his weight. "So are you!" You say and he chuckles against your skins. You shiver and breathe loudly. "I'll touch your sweet pussy again love, you can touch my dick too, we'll make each other feel good." He can tell your overwhelmed with the task so he takes his hand from your boob, to your disapproval and guides one oh your hands to his cock. "Hold it- not to tight, darlin!" You adjust your grip on his shaft. He starts moving your hand up and down, the noises coming from him muffled by the kiss he gives you. "Keep at it mama, I'll touch you too now!" The hand that was in yours goes between your legs. Finding how wet you are, he groans and you feel him twitch in your hand. "So good for me!"

He circles your clit. "Elvis!" You buck your hips up, but he pushes his hip against yours to keep you down. As his fingers move down to find your entrance, you keep the steady pace on his dick, but his so needy, his hips involuntarily thrust in your hand. One of his fingers enters you, feeling the warmth and tightness of your sweet pussy. "So wet for me, mrs Presley!" His words have you spinning, he's intoxicating. Your muscles flutter when he adds a second finger. The stretch stings a bit and you hiss in pain. Elvis kisses your lips trying to take your mind from the pain. "I need more!" You say, struggling to keep stoking his dick and to stay still. He plumps his fingers a few times, causing you to throw your head back moaning his name, like it's the only word you know.

When his fingers leave you, a whine escapes your lips and he chuckles at how much you want him. "This might hurt mama, but I'll wait ass long as you need me to." He take your hand away from him and you are happy to tangle it in his hair. He moans at you pulling at the roots of his hair. "If you want to stop or if it hurts too much."

"Elvis, I need you!" As you try to lift your hips up, he kisses you. So drunk on his kiss you don't feel him start to push inside you until he's halfway in. Now it hurt and you squeeze him. "(Y/n)" he moans and slowly moves forward until his pelvis touches yours. He kisses away the tears from your eye. "Tell me when, darlin'" you breathe and after some time you move your hips. When you find that the action brings you pleasure you moan. "Move!" He nods and takes on as slow pace.

"Elvis- my love, so good!" You say as you feel him hit a deeper spot inside of you. "I love you so much!" He says as one of his hands travels down, to play with your clit. You squeeze around him and he struggles to keep gentle with you, but he wants to drink in every minute of your love sharing. Elvis, as admitted before, was no virgin, but he doesn't remember it feeling this good, so warm, so full of love. "Elvis, I-"

"Me too, baby." He knows your close as you squeeze around him harder and your hands in his hair pull tighter. "Open your eyes for me, look at me!" You open your eyes and as soon as you meet his gaze, you're both trembling. Your pussy contracts over and over again as he thrusts through your orgasm. "My love!" You say and he buries deep inside of you, as he stills. You feel him twitch. His lips catch yours.

You stay like that for a while, him inside of you, kissing your face, neck, lips, shoulders, ears, soothing your hair and telling you how good you were for him as you say his name over and over again, like a prayer. When he pulls out, he lifts you up in his arms and walks the two of you to the bathroom. After you are both bathed and dressed in cozy pajamas he puts you back in bed, cuddling with you. "I love you, satnin!" He whispers in your ear. "I love you too, I can't wait to marry you Elvis!"

That night he played the show of his life and then went to do the same for the next 6 weeks he's contracted for by the hotel. At the end of those six weeks, no matter how hard the colonel tried to make Elvis stay for longer, you stood your ground, siding with your fiancé. After revealing to him what Jerry had found in his digging around the colonels life, Elvis fires him.

You then spend some time convincing Elvis to sue for his money and wanting to please you, he does. As expected he wins, the old vampire, proved to be nothing than a fat well dressed scam. After the lawsuit is settled, you, Elvis and his team get on the plane and fly. First stop, Germany, a bittersweet place for him, the shows he plays there being so well received, he books the entire year all over Europe. After the first show in Germany, you wait for him up in your room, hands sweaty as you play with the small picture. You had asked his bodyguard, Red, to take you to the doctor earlier that day when Elvis was busy with the rehearsal. You just had a feeling. The whole time he spends showering and getting ready for bed you feel like you could die from the excitement. He comes to sit down in bed next to you, kissing your hair. "That was amazing! I think they loved it!" He says and you nod, it wired your so quiet. He looks at your hands and sees the small paper. "What's that satnin?" He's a little worried as you put the photo in his hand, but the thing still makes no sense. You point to a dark circle in the back and white picture. "That is our baby!" His eyes widen, mouth falling open. "You're-?" " pregnant" you finish for him. The both of you start crying.

You're in London, 7 months later, when your water breaks and after 6 hours of labor and almost braking Elvis's hand, out comes your son, Noah Elvis Jr. Presley.

After that the years go by even faster and after 20 years together and 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls, you are now retired at Graceland. Elvis still plays shows, but not are much as he used to, he limits himself to 20-30 shows a year, half of which are outside the states. He tells you everyday that you are his salvation, the one person who shined light on everything and made his world explode with happiness. He's so happy and so are you.