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[scarscribblesstuff]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Pairings: Elliot/Sunshine

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0TqRpAZNwIcqi5troJpzt8?si=3oZlhAXSRRi-PziYWXjsLw

TW: unwanted advances from a creep at work, nightmare, mentions of car crash experiences, angst!! with a non happy ending

A guy at work is driving me up the wall by being super creepy and I've been missing Elliot so I thought why not combine them for an angsty lil fic! What more could you want.

As always here it is also on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

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Another day at work and the day was just dragging. How long had they been here? They weren't too sure actually.

“Hey there.” The rather tall guy slides over towards Sunshine, mini golf uniform clearly new sitting awkwardly on his shoulders. “I'm new here, can you help?”

Sunshine startles, “oh! Yeah of course - you're Archie right?” 

“That's me!” He grins down at them, moving a little closer. “Pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his hand.

They shake it with a professional smile. “Well, Archie, I'll be happy to show you the ropes! I've been working here almost every summer since I was 16, and it has gotten me through college.” They laugh.

“Oh really? What’d you study?”

“Currently studying production arts with a specialisation in lighting and rigging.” They correct politely, keeping an eye on the mini-golfers.

His eyes light up with interest and he moves a little closer again. “Wow, that's so different! I love that. I studied computer science which is like a more advanced level of what you did.”

“Uh huh.” Sunshine’s smile becomes a little more strained the closer he gets. “Well anyways, there's a group on its way now so we can-”

“Wait, do you like Doctor Who?” Archie points to the small badge on their shirt under the fluorescent Minigolf Funhouse jacket. 

“Ah yes!” They relax a little at an easier conversation subject. “I'm guessing you do too?”

“Totally.” He grins. “So rare to find another decent fan nowadays.” 

“Well, there are some more positive spaces at the minute. I liked-”

“Who's your favourite doctor?” Their irritation flares up as he cuts them off again.

They're hesitant to answer since they doubt he's actually interested. But they decide to give him another chance. Keeping an eye on the group getting closer; they're relieved to recognise two members who came here before, and were both easy customers to deal with. “I mean I really liked Peter Capaldi, and Ncuti Gatwa is doing a fantastic-”

“Well I really liked all the doctors but particularly in-” 

Sunshine gives up, deciding to zone this guy out after he cuts them off for a third time. Pulling out their phone covertly under the desk, they see a text from Elliot.

‘How's work my MF champion?’

‘You know the joke on my employer’s terrible naming choice is only funny the first six times right?’

‘Nah, this will never grow old’ they roll their eyes affectionately. 

Next to them Archie is still listing every doctor and his opinions on them. They couldn't focus on what he's saying even if they wanted to, his voice coming across as tinny and distant. Their focus is pulled back to their phone as it quietly announces a new text with a buzz.

‘Srsly how's work tho, all ok?’ They fight the smile as best they can at him checking in on them.

‘Yeah, new guy seems… enthusiastic… to get to know me.’

‘Ouch, damning.’

‘He seems alright just keeps cutting me off and getting closer than I'd like.’

‘Need a fake bf? ;)’

‘Maybe :/ I'll just use that old pic of us.’

‘I’ll do u one better.’

‘Wdym?’

This time there's no reply. Their heart drops, and they pause wondering why they panicked so much at that. It's not like he's gone or anything, he'll message soon.

‘Eli what are you up to??”

They put their phone away, noting the group is almost at their booth. They give a small wave to greet them.

“Hiya! Welcome to the Minigolf Funhouse - is that six in your party?” They cut through Archie rambling about his ‘superior opinions’ to greet them.

“Yes, that'll be six; and I have a return card for a 10% discount.” Damien smiles politely, return slip and card  already prepped in his hand. 

“Awesome - welcome back! Thank you for returning to us.” Sunshine turns to Archie who has somehow gotten even closer in the ten seconds they looked away. “So here the customer has been super organised.” They flash him a grateful smile, “so we just need to-”

“Yeah, scan it - right?” He flashes what they think he believes to be a winning smile. “Told you, computer science.” And he winks.

Fighting everything in them to let their true expression show, Sunshine takes some small solace in the way the group seems to do the job for them. “Right. First you need to press this button here.” They gesture to the older monitor over the till.

“Which one?” He's now right behind them, looking intently at the screen.

They take another clear step to the side, away from him. “Minigolf Funhouse Returner, it says ‘MF - Returner’. It's bad; don't question it.” 

Gavin snorts appreciatively. “What a name.”

“What?” The tallest turns to him, tilting his head curiously.

“Don't worry about it Huxley.” Dear pats his arm. 

“Okay! And that’ll be $42 including tax, are you paying together or separately?” Sunshine continues the transaction, desperately trying to ignore Archie’s very unsubtle flirting attempts as they run the card.

“If you head to my colleague in that building over there, you can grab your putters and golf balls. Thanks so much!” 

Freelancer elbows Gavin as he opens his mouth to make a joke about grabbing sticks and balls to Lasko.

“T-thanks a lot!” Lasko beams with a wave.

“Uh dude?” Huxley hangs back as the group moves ahead, addressing Sunshine. “Can I ask you something real quick, uh just to the side here?” 

“Sure thing sir.” They chirp, leaping at the opportunity to duck out away from Archie.

A few paces away from the group, he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “I just wanted to check if you're doing okay. I can totally back off if you want, but that guy seemed to be getting kinda close.”

“Ah, yeah.” They sigh for what feels like the hundredth time since meeting Archie. “He’s… uh, friendly? But I'm training him today so I don't have much choice.” 

“Well, know we've got your back if you need it bro, any of us would be happy to help out. Just give us a wave!” He grins giving them two thumbs up. The image of a very large, very cute dog comes into Sunshine's mind unbidden.

Sunshine is genuinely touched by this. “Thank you, that means a lot. I'll bear that in mind.”

“Cool.” He grins. “Do you do hugs?” 

“Sure thing!”

And he wraps his arms round them before heading back to his group. Pressing a kiss to Damien’s head and giving Sunshine a wave, the crew head towards the course.

“We doing hugs now?” Archie's voice appears from behind them, and the peaceful moment pops like a balloon in an industrial blender.

“Oh he was just being nice-”

“Come onnnn.” He opens his arms.

“No really I'm okay Archie.” They put their hands up, backing up. Their foot catches on a crack in the concrete and they fall backwards into waiting arms.

“Woah, careful there Sunshine.” The familiar voice coos. “Can't have you falling for me twice.”

They look up to see Elliot, silhouetted by the sun behind him. Their entire face lights up unintentionally. “Eli!” 

“Hey baby.” He winks. “Thought I'd stop by to visit you at work.”

“My hero!” They proclaim, cuddling closer to him. Trying not to giggle and blush too hard when he kisses the top of their head.

“Really?” Archie pouts, but sounds… off somehow. There's an underlying threat to his voice now.

“This is the memory you retreat to? You being pathetic, and him being a simpering loser. Both too cowardly to ask each other out?” Blake's sneering voice cuts through the illusion as Archie’s face disappears.

It all floods back. Brachium. Closeknit. Every memory with Elliot feels like a gut punch when they remember his expression as he was dragged out of the cell.

Sunshine feels their whole body deflate, exhaustion settling into them quickly. Painstakingly slowly, the fake version of Elliot drifts away to dust in their hold. “No, please.” They whisper weakly, cradling him close to their chest as long as they can before the wind sweeps him all away tidily.

“Enough. Just because I allow you to sleep doesn't mean you get to indulge in bullshit like this. Especially since I'm stuck here babysitting a deathwalker’s pet instead of spending the precious time I have left with the love of my life.”

“Oh just fuck off and see them then!” Sunshine spits, silent tears beginning to soak their shirt through. Anger a bitter taste in their mouth, spurred out by frustration. “Leave me alone. I bet that's what your sweet darling secretly wants.”

Blake’s face contorts at the mention of his new partner. His love, his. “Not until Brachium is brave enough to show his cowardly excuse for a face here again and TALKS TO ME.” He kicks angrily at what little physical presence is left of Sunshine’s dream.

They flinch at the anger instinctively, before turning their back on him. Refusing him the satisfaction, and enjoying for a small moment the inevitable tantrum that proves they got to him.

But it doesn't come. The space falls dark and silent. They're not in their cell so Blake didn't wake them up. The slimy discomfort of unease settles on their skin, he’s not normally like this. They haven't felt this for years.

They turn around just as headlights round the corner in front of them. As the horn blares out, they imagine the crumpling metal of the hood is Elliot’s arms embracing them once more.

[ahundredtimesover]

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 261.3k

Status: Complete

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1 (wc: 12k)

Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)

Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)

Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)

Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)

Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)

Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)

Episode 10 (wc: 20.6k)

Episode 11 (wc: 23.5k)

Episode 12 (wc: 24.7k)

Episode 13 (wc: 29k)

Episode 14 - End (wc: 32.8k)

Season 2 (??)

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:29」 — c.san

» ateez menu | san menu | kinktober masterlist «

➮ werecoyote!San × fem chipmunk hybrid!Reader wc: 2.9k summary: San’s favorite thing about his roommate is that as a hybrid, she triggers his prey drive which makes him want to chase her around their apartment, and even if it’s not her favorite thing ever, she doesn’t mind indulging him. It usually ends with her pinned on the couch or wall before San will playfully nip at her and let her go but this time, it ends with her pinned against his bed, triggering more than just his predator drive. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female hybrid reader, supernatural and horror themes, MC is scared of San for like a brief moment, mentions of: fear, hiding + seek; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this San was an absolute joy to write and I absolutely adore this couple. I may or may not come back to them in the future but only time will tell! Only two more parts in the original line up after this and they're both Seventeen! This has been a wild ride from start to finish and I'm sad to see this come to a close but excited to move onto new things! The days that have been skipped will be added on at the very end (Mingyu, Woosung, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Jisung, & Christian) so please stick around for those! If you'd like to see what I've got planned for the holidays and rest of the year, please stay tuned for the final parts of Kinktober! Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), predator/prey dynamics, hybrid!Reader, oral (f receiving), biting (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this pls), use of pet names (hers: little squirrel, baby; his: Sannie), and that's all of them! If I missed any, please let me know and I'll fix it! kinks: predator/prey + hybrids dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Why are you shaking? You’re not scared of me are you? ❜❜

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“Come out, Y/N,” San called, his voice low and full of excitement as he stalked through the house, keeping his eyes open and listening for even the slightest movement. He stopped, turning slowly on the spot as his eyes swept the hall. He raised his head, taking a few sniffs, the smell of your sweet scent mixed with the stench of fear permeating the air.

He followed the smell, moving slowly and cautiously while listening for any movement or any sound.

This had become the new norm, coming home from a stressful day at work to the house you shared together and spending the weekend playing this little game of hide and seek. It helped him with his insane predator drive.

Most of his friends had said it was a bad idea, moving into a house with a chipmunk hybrid but you and San had been best friends since you were kids despite your differences. San would never hurt you. You were far too precious to him. He just liked to chase you around and hunt you down to let the predator drive out of his system so he could enjoy the rest of the weekend and spend the week not worrying about it. As he moved, keeping his steps as light as possible, he passed the door to the laundry room where he was hit with a sudden blast of your scent. San hesitated, turning towards the open door. He cautiously leaned in, peering into the room. He stepped in, checking every hiding place he could think of.

As he was searching under the counter in the hamper, a creak overhead caught his attention. A grin spread over his face as he exited the laundry room, darting down the hall and climbing the steps as quietly as possible. Your scent was even stronger up here and he was certain you were hiding somewhere on the second floor.

It was only a matter of time before he found you.

Your tail twitched nervously as you hid in the darkness of your closet, hiding deep in the corner behind clothes hanging and your hamper. You’d taken a few blankets and pillows off the top shelf and stacked them in front of the hamper and sat down in the small area between the wall and the hamper.

It was a good hiding spot, one you’d never used before so you hoped San would have a harder time finding you, especially after purposely leaving your scent all over the house.

Initially, you had taken cover under your bed when you had gotten his text that he was on his way home from work. You worked from home so it wasn’t an issue. You quickly went around the house, peeling off your clothes and leaving them in random places like the laundry room, the garage, the pantry, his room, the office, and even the closet downstairs by the front door.

You’d raced upstairs, pulled on clean clothes and scurried under the bed, leaving your phone on silent, turning off the vibration and turning down the brightness. Your bed had one of those frilly bed skirts that hid the underside of your bed and you from view.

You stayed there for at least an hour before you heard the front door open and San’s voice calling out, announcing his arrival. Not that he expected you to answer. He knew you were already hiding and ready to run at any given moment. He had a method to his search with this game you played. He always started in the garage. Not that there were many places to hide but he still took his time searching thoroughly before moving onto the basement which was only accessible from the garage.

If you had wanted to change hiding spaces. This is where you would have done it. But as you contemplated, you ran out of time and heard him exit the garage entirely, shutting the door behind him. You could hear him move through the house, no doubt following the scent of your expertly placed bait in the form of flinging your clothes into random rooms.

You heard him call out again, telling you to come out but you knew that he knew you weren’t going to do anything of the sort. No, he needed to find you. That was the point of this game. You decided the bed was no longer a good hiding spot and considered leaving your room entirely but as you made your way to the door, the floorboard creaked and you cursed mentally.

You knew San would have heard it and immediately made for your closet which was where you were currently sitting as he climbed the stairs. Despite being as quiet as possible, you could still hear the wood give under his weight. After hearing his steps carry him past the office and his room, you heard the door to your room creak open and San slowly entered the room.

“You’re in here, aren’t you little squirrel?” he whispered, a tone of excitement in his voice. You stayed quiet as he neared the closet, sniffing before he threw the doors open. “Are you in here?” he whispered, starting to move your clothes aside but somehow he missed you cowering behind the hamper as he pulled back and shut the doors.

“Or are you under the bed?”

As he made his way to the bed, you quietly and carefully moved from behind the hamper, making sure not to make a sound as he neared your bed. You watched through the slats of the closet doors as he slowly knelt down beside your bed. “The scent is strong here,” he murmured as he reached a hand down to grab the edge of the ruffled bed skirt.

You quietly turned the knob of the closet door, making sure to keep quiet as he leaned down to peer under the bed. Once he was part of the way under your bed, you threw open the closet door and bolted for the door with a squeak. San let out a whoop and gave chase but you were took quick, darting into his room and sliding under the bed.

San followed you into the room and as he dove for the bed, you scrambled out from under it as he tumbled over the opposite side of the bed as you made a break for the door. San was hot on your tail as you tried to take the turn to head down the hall for the stairs. He tried to catch you but you ducked, slipping from his grip as you doubled back for your room as he tried to scramble to his feet.

You made it to your room but before you could find a hiding place, San tackled you onto your bed, laughing as you tried to wriggle free. “Not this time, little squirrel,” he said as he wrestled with you. Your ears flattened back against your head as you tried to free yourself from his iron grip.

“I’ll bite you!” you threatened, your voice coming out as a squeak. San laughed as he overpowered you easily, pinning you down against your mattress as he held your wrists on either side of your head. “So feisty today,” San said as he stared down at you, that familiar excitement in his eyes as you tried to squirm out from under him.

The two of you stared at one another, your ears flattened against your hair. San tilted his head, a wolfish grin appearing on his face in place of the smile that had been there before. “You’re shaking,” he noted, moving his hands up to yours, lacing his fingers with yours but keeping them pinned against the bed. “Why are you shaking?” he whispered as he leaned closer. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

You said nothing but he chuckled, knowing he was right. On a normal day, San was anything but scary but during these moments, when he had you pinned with that excited look in his eye, your subconscious couldn’t tell what was real and what was pretend. For a brief moment, you truly were scared. San leaned down, using his weight to hold you down.

“San,” you whined as he pressed his nose against the skin under the shell of your ear, inhaling deeply. You felt him nip at your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. The feeling of his lips against your skin and his weight on top of you had an unintended side effect and as he moved, his groin brushed against your cloth covered sex and you let out a moan.

The atmosphere changed in an instant, almost like with the snap of your fingers. San lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. In addition to the excitement, there was curiosity, confusion, and what you could only assume arousal. “Y/N,” he started, his voice soft as you stared up at him, cheeks burning in embarrassment, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as your shorts started to grow damp.

“Are you… turned on right now?” he asked. Before you could answer him and try to deny it, his pupils widened as he sniffed the air. “Oh,” he finally said, chuckling darkly. “You are,” he confirmed as the scent of sexual arousal started to fill the room. “Sweet little squirrel,” he murmured as he moved your hands above your head, holding your wrists with one hand as the other moved to cup your cheek.

“Likes it when I hunt her down? When I chase her? When I overpower and pin her down?” he asked, his thumb moving to brush over your bottom lip. “Why did you tell me sooner?” he asked as his eyes dipped down to look at your lips. “We could have implemented a new part to this game.”

“Wh-what part?” you asked, stuttering over your words as his hand slid down the side of your neck. “Had I known, I could have spent more time teasing you after catching you instead of immediately letting you go,” he continued, his eyes widening suddenly as he came to a realization you were about to hear.

“Is that why you always insisted on taking a shower afterwards?” he asked, chuckling as he leaned closer, his lips mere inches from yours. “Needed time to rub one out before you could face me again? Wash yourself off so I wouldn’t smell how much I affected you? And all this time, I thought it was just the smell of fear coming off you. Never would have expected it to be the scent of lust, too.”

You let out a whine, staring up at him and trying to free your hands. His grip tightened. San’s lips ghosted over yours. “I just need you to answer one thing,” he whispered, his breath hot against your face. “Do you want me to stop?”

You stared up at him, your heart beating against your chest. That was a good question. Did you want him to stop? After all, San was your housemate and your oldest friend, not your boyfriend. You lived together. If you said yes, you didn’t know how to come back from this. You weren’t sure if you could ever partake in this game of his ever again but If you said no, then everything would change between you. So you asked yourself again; did you want him to stop?

You shook your head. “Absolutely not,” you whispered, eyes flickering between his. “Don’t you dare stop Choi San.” With your permission to continue, San let out a relieved groan, capturing your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss as he released your wrists, moving his hands to the sides of your neck as he parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth, groaning at the taste.

You let out a whimper as you felt him rut against you, grinding against your cloth covered core. “Mmmfmmh,” San mumbled against your lips and you moved your hand to his chest. “What?” you asked incredulously. “I said do that again,” he whispered as his hands moved down to your hips, pulling you against him as he grinded against you again.

You let out a moan, head falling back against the mattress. San leaned over, pressing kisses down the side of your neck to your exposed collar. “Can I take this off?” he asked, fingers skimming the lacy hem of your tank top. You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he sat back, hands sliding up your sides. He pushed the fabric up until he could tug it off, tossing it aside and leaving you half naked under him. 

You hadn’t had time to put on a bra or bralette when you dressed in haste earlier and now you felt extremely exposed under his heated gaze, moving your hands to cover yourself out of instinct but San grabbed your wrists and pulled them away. “Don’t,” he said simply, giving you a pointed look.

“Don’t you dare hide yourself from me,” he added as he leaned over pressing a kiss to your collar, leaving a trail of scorched skin as he kissed his way down your chest, stopping to take one of your pet nipples in his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling around the nub before he sucked lightly.

You let out a gasp as you felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive flesh, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guided one of his hands up to your neglected breast. He cupped the mound, kneading gently as he teased your nipple, drawing soft moans and whimpers from you.

He pulled back, dragging his tongue over your skin before he glanced up at you, giving you a grin and a wink before he continued kissing down your stomach until he settled between your thighs. He met your gaze, kissing over your thin shorts. “No panties?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t have time to put them on,” you whined, cheeks burning in embarrassment once more.

You heard San chuckle before you felt his tongue press against you over the fabric. “I’m just teasing you, baby,” he murmured as his hands moved to your hips, fingers curling under the elastic of your shorts and starting to pull them down. You lifted your hips as he slid them off, leaving you truly bare and exposed to him, the cool air of your room hitting your throbbing heat.

San licked his lips as he settled back down, eyeing your glistening cunt as he spread your folds. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this,” he said in a low voice as his tongue slipped out, licking a wide strip up your sex before he licked his lips once more. “Tastes better than you smell. Almost sweet,” he added.

You tried to respond but your words died in your throat, replaced with a moan as you felt his lips wrap around your clit, the tip of his tongue teasing it as he threw himself into it. Your cheeks and neck were burning from embarrassment from the sounds he was making. Groans and grunts as well as lewd slurping sounds came from him as he ate you out like he was starving.

Your thighs tried to close around his head as he drove you closer and closer to orgasm but he held them open, giving your clit a few more slow licks as he looked up to meet your gaze through heavy lidded eyes. “Saaaaan,” you whine, head falling back. He chuckled, his breath hot against your sex. “You’re so cute when you whine,” he said as he pulled away, kissing up your stomach and between your breasts before taking you in a searing kiss. 

You tasted yourself on his tongue as his hands moved to your hips. “Roll over for me.” he whispered against your lips. You did as he asked as he pulled back, peeling his own clothes off until he was just as naked. He reached over you, grabbing one of your pillows and folding it in half. “Lift your hips for me, little squirrel,” he said. You did as he said, lifting your hips so he could slip the pillow under your stomach.

You rested against it, your ass propped up as he moved behind you, spreading your legs with his knees. “You sure about this?” he asked as he took his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes and spreading the precum that gathered at the tip as you nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please Sannie,” you added, wiggling your hips, your tail swishing out of the way.

San guided the head of his cock to your slit, brushing the tip against your sex, gathering the wetness that was basically dripping out of you before pushing into you. “Oh fuck,” he hissed as your walls sucked him in, guiding him deeper until he bottomed out. “S-Sannie,” you whimpered into the sheets, fingers curling into the material as your cunt stretched around his cock.

“You okay, baby?” San asked, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin. You nodded silently, licking your dry lips. “I need to hear you say it, little squirrel,” San said, squeezing your hips. “Yes,” you answered immediately. “I’m okay. F-feels so good,” you gasped as you felt him start to pull out. He gave you a hard thrust, hips snapping forward and his skin hitting yours, making you cry out.

“That hurt?” he asked, stroking your skin gently. You shook your head. “N-no,” you replied. “Feel good, Sannie. Just surprised me, that’s all.” San leaned over, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Good,” he murmured, giving you another harsh thrust and quickly setting a rough and relentless pace as he rocked into you, his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“Cause we have a long night ahead of us, little squirrel.”

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[onceinablueberrymoon]

I don’t know if you’re doing smut, but if you do, how about the reader is a recruiter like the salesman and there together and how would he be with you in the Bed! (He’s a total psycho for me hehe)

salesman x recruiter!reader headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

sorry for the super long wait! i did headcanons for this one since i’m not the most comfortable w hardcore smut. if you’ve read my stories, you probably already know i’m a sucker for soft and domestic salesman lmao

notes: gender-neutral!reader; the recruiter is called salesman here since reader is also a recruiter here

warnings, just in case: mentions of whips, guns, slight exhibitionism

minors dni! there’s smut in this one, folks

(also pls send me requests! i’m working on the ones i’ve already received, but more are always welcome♡ not just for the salesman either, i am begging anything sangwoo too) 

sfw

if the reader is also a recruiter, you’d have probably met the salesman just after becoming a recruiter yourself. 

while the salesman’s game of choice was ddakji, yours was tic-tac-toe. 

similar to the salesman who carried ddakji tiles and various bills of won, your briefcase contained a simple wooden frame and wooden ‘x’ and ‘o’ pieces. 

when you first met, he was polite and courteous towards you.

as time went on though, you felt as if you were being followed after work hours. one morning however, you’d caught him following you and confronted him, saying that his assigned location wasn’t anywhere near yours.

stunned that you had discovered him, he offered to have lunch together, which you accepted. the two of you started to grow closer, with both of you checking in on each other via text throughout the day. 

even though you and the salesman would rarely cross paths during work, you always made time for each other after work. 

this man can be soft when he wants to be. from cutely pouting when he loses at board games to snuggling in bed after a long day of slapping people, he’s capable of being a loving partner when he feels like it. he just didn’t have someone to share that side of him until you came along.

that’s not to say he doesn’t have a dark side. of course he does! that’s what we’re all here for, right?

nsfw

you always knew the salesman had interesting… tendencies. 

although you also played games while seeking out prospective players, you didn’t bring that part of your life home. that is, until you met the salesman.

you quickly learned that he loved games. so much so that he’d incorporated them into your sex life.

what game haven’t you played by this point? 

tag, where he chased you around his apartment until he eventually pinned you down and had his way with you.

marco polo, where he shouted “marco!”, to which you replied “polo!” from your hiding spot. he’d then crack his whip in the direction in which you called.

tug of war, where you’d both tug on a special rope he’d bought just for the occasion. he’d usually win, unless he took it easy on you. the winner would use the rope to tie the loser’s hands to the bedpost.

and of course, when he was feeling spicy, his favourite: russian roulette. while he rarely loaded the gun with a live bullet, he thrived on the fear in your eyes when he pressed the gun against your chin and clicked the trigger. 

of course, he’d do it to himself too, even going so far as to deepthroat the gun. even though you were scared out of your mind, you had to admit it was a huge turn-on.

contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t always the one in charge.

you also had your fun, like when you would play with one of those paper fortune-tellers you made when you were a kid.

depending on what “fortune” he had chosen, you’d do different things to him.

for example, if he chose “slow”, “teasing”, and “cockwarming,” you’d do exactly that. you’d tie him to the bedpost, then teasingly grind down on him for as long as you wanted. no amount of frustrated groans or the rare whine would get you to stop your actions. of course, you’d capture his lips to muffle his moans. while he loved making sure that your neighbours could hear you through the walls, you preferred not to have an audience.

finally, he’d take the utmost care in helping you clean up afterwards. as much as he would love to show your ruined state off to the world, you had to be presentable for your job.

you’d try your best to care for him as well, buying expensive lotions for his calloused hands. 

all in all, you made a great team, both in the streets and in the sheets.

i am very proud of that last line ngl

[jhoneybees]

can u pls write more dad!elvis or pregnant!reader??

Hi!!! Of course!!! This request was really nice to write, I honestly want to get pregnant now and feel this kind of love🥺 Thank you for requesting!

Not Ready

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X Pregnant!Chubby!Reader

Warnings/triggers: Pregnancy, anxiety on child birth, doubts, pretty much all fluff to be honestttt

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @hooked-on-elvis @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @iloveelvisss @halieghhh

Author's note: Thought I'd make a chubby!reader fic😋

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Sitting down on the fluffy shared bed, forming a dip at the end of the mattress. The sight of an unfamiliar body fills the mirror hanging on the wall, the weirdly comforting sound of laughing men outside of the trailer taking over the ringing in your ears. A warm, calm atmosphere surrounds your body.

Your gentle hand slides down over the swell of the heavy baby bump, simple floral sundress moulding over your soft curves.

You sigh.

…

Third trimester.

Swollen and full of child.

You honestly can’t believe there’s a human being growing inside of you and even more in disbelief that in just a matter of weeks you’re going to give birth.

It’s scary.

The more you think about it, it’s scary.

For a while you’ve been feeling like you’re not ready. Of course, you want to meet your son but you're worried things might not go as planned.

Thoughts have been circling your mind like it’s a captured sacrifice and you feel terrible about it.

You know it’s not good for the baby to be worrying but you can’t help it. You’re usually the type of person who likes to feel prepared, checking you’ve got everything sorted on the to-do list and making sure everyone is up to par to what’s happening, but the unknown feeling about something going wrong while having this child is poking at you.

What if-

“Baby?” A deep southern drawl echoes through the luxurious trailer, bringing you out of your troubling thoughts.

You breathe in.

“Yeah?”

…

“How’s Mamas doin’?”

Turning your head to look at the door frame from looking at your own reflection, you notice a figure in a white suit with a green top leaning to the side. You breathe out seeing Elvis’ cheeky grin and sparkling blue eyes, popping from his outfit being a white suit and a green top.

“Alright.”

“Hm?”

Lifting your hand to rest on top of your belly, you fidget with the ties of your dress. Sighing as your husband maneuvers to comfortably sit behind you on the bed. Elvis slithers his rough but gentle hands to the sides of your waist, caressing your stomach with his thumbs.”Been taking care of our yittle boy?”

“Mhm…”

He kisses your temple.

Carefully resting his chin on your shoulder. The both of you settling into a content silence, your eyes watch the couple in the mirror. You smile at the woman leaning her head onto the man’s, feeling immensely grateful for everything that is happening but then those thoughts crawl back in. “Do you feel ready to be a father?”

Elvis hums. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Your eyes flick down to a rose flower on your summer dress. You hum back.

“Why ya askin’?”

Your eyes close. “I-I don’t really feel ready…”

Elvis’ eyes stare at your reflection. “... don't feel ready?”

You nod.

His arms extending around your waist, your back straightens slightly as Elvis presses his chest firmly against you. Murmuring as he kisses your cheek. “That’s okay.”

You sigh. “Elvis, I’ve organized everything, the nursery, the hospital bag, the clothes…. everything and I still don’t feel ready.” Absent-mindedly, pressing your lips together as your husband pulls your hand into his.

He hums.

“Elvis...”

Elvis breathes out a smile. “We’re gonna be fine.”

“How do you know?” You ask with narrowed eyes.

Bringing your hand to his lips, Elvis’ smile grows as he purposely adds a long pause making your pregnancy mood swings stir and scoff in frustration.

“Wanna know?”

“Yes, I want to know!”

Kissing your skin again as an apology, he laughs.

“B’cause yer a real good Mama.”

Your heart thumps.

“...Really?” Following Elvis’ mouth, kissing along your shoulder. He slips your dress’s strap off as he goes before flicking his gaze back to yours in the mirror, slowly putting the strap back when he’s finished.

“Mhm.”

Staring at each other for a moment, you raise your eyebrows earning a chuckle. Your hormonal mood swings have been going crazy for you this past week. “Baby!”

It makes him laugh every time.“Alright!...”

“You’re already a great Mama, baby, little buddy ‘ere already knows he’s got himself a great Mama. Whatever questions yer thinking of are gonna be answered, time will tell… and it’s okay to not feel ready, I mean- baby yer growin’ a literal human being inside of ya. You're doin’ a far better job than I’d ever do. I’d be runnin’ around like a headless chicken!” He reassures with a loving look in his eye.

A giggle slips past your lips.

Elvis’ cheekbones grow prominent and carefully he shifts to guide your chin to look up at him. “You’re gonna fine, I’m gonna fine…we’re gonna fine, hm? We’re workin’ together ‘ere and I am gonna be there when you give birth to our son, I’m gonna do everythin’ I can ta make sure you and our son are gonna be alright.”

Your heart flutters. “...Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Mhm…”

Elvis smiles. “Okay...”

Delicately pulling you into a loving kiss. Elvis carefully cups your cheek then when you suddenly giggle against his lips, he breaks away. “What’s so funny?”

Shaking your head, you admire his pretty blue eyes as a quiet laugh emits, softly. “I’m just happy…”

His stare softens.

“Me too…”

[p4rty-p01son]

★ My Introduction ★

Name- Dorian

Age- 16

Pronouns- He/xem/it (check my pronouns page pls)

My insta acc is party_po1s0n

Vent/ed blogs are welcome to interact (also feel free to dm for my ed acc)

☆ Likes/Interest ☆

Music: David bowie ✭ squalloscope ✭ mcr ✭ carseat headrest

Shows/films: scrubs ✭ hannibal ✭ hereditary ✭ hadestown

Books: the goldfinch ✭ the man who fell to earth ✭ all stephen king books ✭ hitchhikers guide to the galaxy ✭ diary of an oxygen thief ✭ the butchers

Misc: cannibalism ✭ taxidermy ✭ art (esp performance art) ✭ photography ✭ baking

☆ Before you follow ☆

I'll sometimes vent on here and while I'll try my best to tag everything properly I can't promise I'll be 100% perfect so warning for me talking abt:

-self harm, eating disorders, drugs, grooming and abuse

Boundaries: feel free to send dms or asks about anything, also feel free to give yourself an anon tag if you wanna:3

Also you're welcome to infodump about your special interests/hyperfixations/or ocs:3

I love any form of interactions, dms, spam likes, being tagged in anything (as long as it's not nsfw, bigotry or any of the triggers I mentioned above)

✩ other stuff ✩

(Pronoun page, tags list, my deco my tree, and other stuff the under cut:3)

☆ Tags ☆

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[rubbercondumb]

Talking about Nikogutz

This is just me asking and voicing some things I've had in my head for a hot minute nothing too in depth

I don't know if I should use some main tags so I'm gonna use them for now but if there's any other tags I should use instead to get to right audience my DMs are open! (I think lol)

⚠️Trigger warning under the cut!⚠️

Nothing in depth just brief mentions

(Îñ3śţ,P3doph1l1a,Pr0sh1pp1ng)

Recently I discovered nikogutz tiktok account and at first I thought it was someone reposting their content (because I heard something awhile back that they took an interest of the eltingville club but I didn't know if it was true or not)

so i took a closer look at the account and as of right now their most recent post is of Josh and Bill with the video gaining up around 100k likes???(still not totally sure that this is their account btw)

it's not that I'm questioning how it got that amount of likes but if everyone forgot what kind of content they post (I don't blame anyone at all if you didn't know of course!!)

If you check their twitter (Please caution youself and don't go if youre under age because there's some gnarly stuff dude)

they don't bother hiding any of the horrendous content including the big NoNos îñ3śţ/p3doph1l1a/Pr0sh1pp1ng.

I've known this creator well before they got into the eltingville club and unfortunately they weren't much different. And I'm only expressing my concern due the minor/adult ratio in the fandom.

I would really like to hear some else thoughts on this pls tag me!! Thx 💋💋

[permetutotheworld]

hi my name is Persephone, but you can call me Seph/Sephy,

I use they/xe pronouns, I’m an asexual lesbian, I’m autistic+adhd,

and I’m a minor (please don’t be creepy I’ve already had two people message me being weird and sexual)

I write a lot of poetry and I’m writing a book at the moment based off of the idea of multiple universes existing at a time, I sing and I love performing, specifically musical theatre

I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS!! I write poetry mostly for them but microfics tooo, for good omens, the marauders, percy jackson, les mis and any TJ Klune books that ive read, just pop a prompt into my inbox and ill do my best to get jt to you as fast as i can <3

my fandoms are : Les Mis, good omens, pjo, marauders, hunger games, aru shah, marvel, doctor who, epic the musical and Tj Clune books

my favourite music: queen, Maisie peters, the last dinner party, the crane wives, Taylor Swift, Florence and the machine, rene Rapp, Chappell roan, David Bowie, blondie, boygenius, Paris paloma, most musicals

favourite books: house in the cerulean sea, under the whispering door, in the lives of puppets (all by TJ Klune)

my tags:

Persephone yaps: my silly little commentary on anything that happens to me

persephone vents: my life low-key sucks quite a lot at time so I vent a bit but I make sure to trigger warning everything triggering

Persephone writes silly stuff: I write silly little poems and stories that I post sometimes

Lovely moots :3 : for my lovely moots

Persephone loves their gf <3 : thats right guys i love my gf so mich and i talk about her a lot

perpendicular universe: posts about my fantasy novel im working onnn

Please dni if you’re queerphobic or discriminate against minorities in general, if you support trump or other dickwads like him or if you’re just going to be mean

also I do struggle a lot with mental health so I probably will randomly disappear or vent but I’ll make sure to trigger warning everything below the cut: my rp blogs, my moots and my fics

My rp blogs:

@nico-sees-dead-people @prongsie-rambles @regulus-the-star @pandora-opens-the-box @sunshine-boy-official

@enjolsaurus-rex @sunshine-prongsie-boy @panda-reads-your-death @lily-petals-falling @stars-andpoems @marlene-and-co @here-and-a-deer

if you like my blog you should check out my amazing mutuals whom I love and adore:

@xenocollector LES MIS RAAA

@sauntering-vaguelydownward literally so sweet ilysm/platonically

@marylily-my-beloved love you Fatimah omg

@aidens-ocean-galaxy very purple coded person and very cool also so genuinely lovely we live laugh love Juno in this household

@theoristswan5683 literally so nice omg they have the loveliest vibes 😭

@ashstillalive Amazing writer amazing person will happily beta read for you anytime

@mae-occasionally-reads so sweet so lovely so cool so glad we’re mutuals love you so much/platonic vibes only MY BEST FRIEND ILYYYSMMM/pl <3333

@definitionoffuckup AL very cool individual

@rafaelthesilly I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE POOKIE YOURE THE BEST LESBIAN BUDDIE MY AMAZING SPOUSE ILYSM (platonically)

@inezrable I have more octopus facts for you!!!!!!!

@garden-of-runar the coolest person alive still can’t believe you followed me back althought yoir spice tolerance js weird as shit/lh and paprika is not spicy

@ravenwordss literally so sweet love you/pl

@pyromaniacbibliophile my spouse bc we are married

@cossie-fauchelevant the one and only cosette to my enjolras <3

@delinda24601 SHES SO COOL MY IRL BUS BESTIE LOVE HER TO BITS I FOUNDED HER FAN CLUB SHES SO SUPER COOL GUYS 🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

@im-on-crack-send-help RIYANAAA SO SUPER COOL ILYSM

@startswithahell - cant wait for those unhinged asks omgomg

@biggestqiblifan - I LOVE YOU SM/pl

@the-eclipse-is-in-me - one of my favouritest people on this hellsite

@circe-butbetter - JANA!!! So incredibly cool and iconic

@joanmonet - JOAN!! IRL!! SHE GAVE ME TURKISH DELIGHT AND IS LITERALLY MY WIFE VERY COOL WE SHARE LIKE 90% OF THE SAME INTERESTS !!!! WHAT AN ICON!!! WE FRICKING SAUTÉED ON THOSE EXAMS!!!

@statueofgalatea - 🫵🫵 IN REAL LIFE BEST FRIEND LOVE YOU SMSMSMSM SHARER OF HYPERFIXATIONS LISTENERS OF LESBIAN RANTS LOVE YOU BABE

[beeisntevenhere]

☆Hii so it's April 4th and ofc I have to do something for my fav characters birthday :) So this might suck horribly because it's very rushed but atleast then i tried !

☆Happy birthday King!

☆Warnings!! None dw

★・・・・・・★

As always english isnt my first language so if you see any spelling errors I'm sorry !

★・・・・・・★

How Shigaraki would spend his birthday with the reader ♡♡ (Headcannons)

| Shigaraki x GN!Reader |

SFW !

Since he was raised by AFO Shigaraki has never really celebrated his birthday because AFO doesn't give much importance to that stuff

And even before that when he was still a kid his parents didn't care much for his birthday (mostly his dad)

His sister was the only one that really did something for him by sitting down with him with a little cupcake she managed to get and one singular candle that he could blow

It definitely wasn't something huge but it's one of the few things he stills looks back fondly on

Anyways,since creating the league of villains he has barely had time to even remember his birthday much less care about it

You whoever, do care about his birthday

So on a random night when you're both cuddling in bed you question him about it

"My birthday? I don't see how that's something of interest"

He's definitely a little stubborn because his birthday is something he basically left in the past along with the life of Tenko Shimura

In the end he still tells you anyways because if he were to tell anyone you would be the best option being the closest one to his heart

Now aware of this information you'll never let him spend another birthday without at least a small celebration

The first time his birthday comes after he tells you, you buy (or steal) him a little gift

A videogame he has been talking about, a new release he still hasn't has managed to get his hands on

You carefully place it next to his other games with a little present bow on top and a handwritten note

"Happy birthday! I thought you might like this :)"

When he comes home and sees it his heart beats so fast he doesn't know how to even begin to process it

I mean how could he? How do you, someone so precious, care that much about him? Going as far as lending your heart to him? A monster

(if he cries the first time he plays the video game and it immediately becomes one of his favorites no one will question it)

That same day he decides to take you out somewhere to spend the rest of it together

You're over the moon with that factand happy he enjoyed the gift,and he's over the moon that your so happy

You two go get ice cream,go to the arcade and go check out some shops around the mall

When the evening hits and the sky begins to darken you take a walk around the park and just generally enjoy eachothers company

Finally when you get back to the base you order take out pizza and play videogames with him (especially the new one you got)

You both end of falling asleep all cuddled up together just happy to have eachother

Thinking about the fact that this was the best birthday he has ever had only makes him hold you tighter

You do so much for him and he appreciates every second of it

Obviously when your birthday comes he'll show that appreciation by spoiling you rotten

But that's a story for another day!

A/N:I had alot of fun writing that lol I really like shigaraki that's why he's my fav mha character,he's really fascinating

☆As usual request are open! As of today (April 4th) so if you want to request you can :D And if you don't know the rules you can find them here! REQUEST RULES!

☆If you see any typos or find anything triggering that I forgot to correct or tag pls dm me so I can change it

-Bee⭐️

[bitch-nick]

i’m opening emergency commissions!!

trigger warning, wounds on cat (though nothing terribly graphic)

hello friends so long story short the house we moved into had a stray/barn cat that came with it lmao, but he hasn’t been in good shape as of recent :(

we were finally able to build a bond with him and have him be comfortable with us, so now that we can hold him and whatnot without stressing him, we are going to take him to the vet asap to get his wounds checked out and to also get his nuts off and all his shots and whatnot!

however we are on a bit of a limited income, so we are just trying to scrounge extra money up to be able to take him sooner than later, rather than having to wait a few weeks to save up. thankfully he isn’t in life threatening condition, we were able to clean him and wrap his wounds up, though going to get them professionally looked at and tended to would obviously be ideal!! here's some pics of him! we named him bong hehe

as you can see he has superficial scratches on his head (and though not pictured, they’re all throughout his body) and then the more intense ones on his chest and arm. thankfully his chest one has been healing great, but the arm one happened yesterday. it’s kinda deep and he was bleeding a decent amount, it might of even hit a tendon, but he can walk on it and doesn’t seem to be in excruciating pain. still eating and drinking and wanting cuddles so that’s good, but we def want to take him to the vet.

he has been staying in the shed, and once we get him all fixed up we will introduce him to our house (we have a boy cat already so having him come in now wouldn’t be the best idea lolol) but we wanna get him in asap cuz the reason why he keeps getting hurt is from fighting with other cats that roam onto the property :/ (we keep the shed door closed but he keeps getting out somehow?? thinking there's some kind of hole or opening somewhere but a majority of the shed is cluttered with our landlord's stuff so it's really difficult to look around aaa)

if you can donate anything i will write and/or draw you whatever you want, sfw or nsfw!!! doesn’t matter the amount, anything would help!!! if interested pls message me, and if you can’t reblogging is super helpful and appreciated as well!! i can take money thru zelle, paypal, or cashapp ^_^

to check out my writing click here to go to my ao3 profile, and to look at my art you can go to the my doodles tag!

thank you all so so much!! we’re not gonna give up on this lil big guy!!

[i-3at-s0ap]

Hey! Welcome to my blog!

[plain text: Hey! Welcome to my blog!]

FUCK TERFS 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 THIS BLOG IS RUN BY A TRANSMASC!!!!! I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE (because a couple of TERFs are following me for some reason 🤢)

Info below the cut :3

He/they 🏳️‍⚧️

Bisexual, possibly demiromantic

I'm not going to share my real name here but people call me Rat so that's my name now lmao. you can also call me Soap.

Go check out my doll based side blog @custom-dolly ! (Even if you don't like dolls very much I also post doll houses which are more about the craft than the dolls lmao.)

I mostly post fanart, and I try my best to make all of them have an image ID, please tell me if I've forgotten :)

Drawing requests are OPEN right now, and I will...

Do ✅

- fanart for fandoms I'm in

- OCs (I'll need a reference pic)

- ships for fandoms I'm in

Not do ❌

- furries (I love y'all, the thing is I'm shit at drawing animals and furries sorry. I'm working on it lol)

- severe body horror

- NSFW (sex, kinks, you get the idea)

- Harry potter shit (fuck JKR)

- incest/large age gap/step sibling ships/pedophilia

I reserve the right to decide whether or not I draw something.

This blog has like no tagging system but here are the few I do have

#I-eat-art -> my art

#look at my suicide posting boy -> where I talk about my mental health, usually not super sensitively, feel free to block this tag if that kinda stuff upsets you /gen

#Rat in situations -> small drawings I make about my life, mostly goofy stuff

#fish woman -> the tag I use for my OC named Morwenna (she is indeed a fish woman)

If there are any trigger/content warning worthy things in my art/posts I will tag them as such, if you feel like there is a warning missing please tell me!

Avatar of the Hunt 🐺

Fandoms:

Dungeons and daddies 🎲

Arcane 💣🌈

Hermitcraft ⛏️📺

The Magnus archives 📼 👁️

Dungeon Meshi 😋🍲

(and kinda Camp Here and There but not really pls don't follow me if you are expecting CHTH stuff lol)

DNI:

Transandrophobes

Swifties

Racists

Fatphobes

anti-Semites

Homophobes

Transphobes

Ableists

TERFs

Zionists

Transids

Detrans/misgendering kink blogs (if you've detransitioned but you're not transphobic I love you btw)

Pedophiles

People who think "narcissistic abuse" is real

Bigots

Pro eating disorder/thinspo blogs

You get the idea

[imnameimswrld]

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━━ ❪ . . . pt!changbin x aespa!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : long time friends, fans love the dynamic between yn and her personal trainer, but most are not all that shocked when they reveal a key part of their relationship ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau ! , 3rd in the man series ❫

━━ ❪ . . . warnings: none ❫

━━ ❪ . . . fc: giselle ❫

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About this post from my RP blog (long rant about this art under the cut, pls check the trigger warnings in the tags)—

BT 528 — THE CRASH

I'm gonna rant about these drawings because they're some of my fav pieces (you can see how many times i've gone over them lmao, the pages are all weird), second only to the one of Behemo right beside the second one (which isn't done yet).

My enjoyment of the characters of the Climb One crew is a very nice spectrum:

'I love you, you'll suffer the most painful death possible', 'I don't care about enough to think of a specific way for you to die but I'll think about how you must've felt while dying' and 'I don't care about you enough to think of your death'.

You know those people who like to torture their favs? That's me, hi. I may not want to torture them physically, but I love giving them even more trauma than they already have. All in good fun, though <3

Back to the art. My biggest inspiration for this was the concept of "Knowing everything is losing everything" often mentioned by the GMs of my friend group's campaigns (if you know Ordem Paranormal/Paranormal Order, you've probably heard it). I think it would fit nicely for Levia, a character who's whole thing is that she's insanely smart and a prodigy, to be literally crushed by knowledge (thus the bookshelf). But, as she is my favorite of all time, I obviously couldn't leave it there.

Next up was the fact that I needed her to both be aware enough to notice that Luna and Held injected her and Behemo with the 'chemical that turned them into a dragon' (since we learn of it from her POV in Muzzle of Nemesis) and also have at least one part of her body accessible to be injected with said chemical, I chose to make it so the bookshelf only crushed her lower half/legs (why the legs specifically? because I have leg problems myself from an accident four years ago now and it made me think of this part of the idea).

Still, I needed a cause of death. So, for that, I decided to lean into a certain aspect of her personality: her unwillingness to accept hard realities and truths and tendency to escape reality (eg conjuring up the illusion of the clinic & research center she'd worked at and refusing to believe that it was a lie). For this, Levia would've brought a bottle of adam and marry-go-round pills into the Climb One, kinda as a 'precaution' in case her Malice decided to act up, since the solution she'd sought — Seth's advice — obviously wouldn't have worked at all even if she went through with it. She probably wouldn't have felt the need to take too many of them throughout the trip, but then, came the day of the crash.

On the day the crash happened, she would've been freaking out, and so, in a last-ditch attempt to try to ignore the harsh reality that she was about to DIE, she took the pills. Too many of them. And, in my mind at least, they'd be like sedatives, since they're made to treat violent patients and all, and, well... they did allow her to escape reality for a bit.

Until Behemo found her, and they (mostly him, really), began to try to escape (because I'm sure a ship like the Climb One had to have AT LEAST one escape pod). But the spaceship wasn't exactly stable, since, well, it was crashing, and they got separated. Which was when Levia lost balance and got crashed by the bookshelf!

And, the icing on the cake, the syringe. It's basically what I imagine Luna/Held must've used to inject the 'chemical that turns people into dragons' into Levia and Behemo's bloodstream. Since I'm a Lunlev/Levluna shipper, for an added layer of angst, I like to think Luna was the one to do it :3

(also, the whole 'chemical that turns people into dragons' thing sounded so nonsensical to me when I first heard of it [before I actually read the MoN novel] that I remember thinking that Levia must've been high during that part, so ig that can also count as an inspiration lmao)

The Black Box I added there was a later addition because I felt like that area of the drawing was too empty, but it's fun to think that Levia could've been trying to take the Type L box out of the ship due to it having all the souls of her dead colleagues and stuff, and she didn't want to really leave those to be destroyed in the crash, for whatever reason you like.

I think this is all of it. Thanks for reading all of this, I feel like I've just written an essay lmao

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Hello! Im not sure if your requests are still open but if they are could I pls ask for Fuegoleon, nozel and nacht (or just fue and nozel) with a sweet and lovely s/o who is mute because of some trauma from before she started dating them and something happens like the boys save her or does something exceptionally romantic and s/o talks for the first time in years and it's his name?? It's so fluffy and cute I'm gonna combust >x<

Hiya anon! My requests are open so don’t worry! And Of course, and since you requested for 3 characters I’m going to assume these are Headcanons and not fics 😅. They aren’t really romantic but I do think/hope they are sweet, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Trauma and being Mute

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Fuegoleon:

• Was a little worried when you wrote a letter to him, asking if it was okay if you went on a mission with him and his squad. He didn’t want you to get hurt, or for something on the mission to accidentally trigger your trauma. But after some persistence he reluctantly allowed her to tag along.

• He made sure to keep you safe the entire time. Even though you were mute you were still able to communicate your feelings to him through various means, whether it was sign language, body language, or by writing notes and letters. It took him a while to learn it all, but now was able to tell how you were feeling with ease.

• During the mission Fuegoleon left you alone for a moment to check on his squad almost as soon as he did the ground beneath you cracked and rumbled before splitting open. You watched the sky get farther and farther away as you fell further and further into the cracked ground. But before you could close your eyes and accept your fate you watched Fuegoleon and Salamander appear in the sky.

• The quickly flew down into the cracked ground with you and Fuegoleon scooped you up into his arms and held you close before Salamander flew you all out. Fuegoleon tried to comfort you as you shook in fright, this was one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted you to come along.

• “ F-F…ue…Fue…goleon.” The man in question blinked in surprise and looked down at you. You had tears in your eyes but a smile on your face. “ Fuegoleon…thank…you.” You continued to speak and Fuegoleon felt tears well up in his eyes. You had never spoken a single word since you two had been together, and now you did. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

Nozel:

• Nozel had been firm in not allowing you to accompany him on missions. You could get hurt or used as a hostage were his reasons. You pouted and signed to him about how none of those things would happen and that you could take care of yourself!

• Of course Nozel knew this too, but still he couldn’t help but worry. He loved you dearly and was very protective of you after you told him about the trauma you suffered that caused you to become mute. He didn’t want you to see or experience something that would make it worse.

• But finally he relented and allowed you to go on a mission with him. It was a small, easy one that had a 0% chance of you getting scared or injured.

• And yet even with that 0% chance you somehow managed to get lost. You hadn’t meant to get seperated from the squad. You walked and walked for what felt like hours before you finally stopped to take a rest. You wiped the frustrated tears out of your eyes and waited for someone to find you. After a minute you heard some twigs snap behind you, thinking it was a predator. You grabbed the nearest branch and swung at it with your eyes closed once it got near.

• You felt something grab a hold of the branch and you opened your eyes to see Nozel standing there with a worried expression. “ No…zel?” You said softly as the tears that had welled in your eyes earlier suddenly spilt over. Nozel looked at you in surprise. “ Noz…el.” You repeated and before you could say anything else Nozel grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you. He was so happy to hear you say his name for the first time. He softly told you that it was okay and that you were safe.

Nacht:

• Nacht wasn’t going to let you go out on a mission with him period. The missions he went on were particularly dangerous and he didn’t want you to get hurt. After you told him how you went mute due to trauma he made your safety and security his number one priority.

• Instead he decided to take you out on a scouting mission. It was simple, easy, and the two of you could get away from everyone for a short amount of time. Plus nothing eventful ever happened on them, aside from his Devil’s giving him a hard time.

• You and Nacht stayed hidden behind a group of rocks as you watched the targets move back and forth, Nacht quietly told his devils that they were to protect you at all costs if an enemy were to appear. Gimodelo began to tease him about it a bit before you pulled on Nacht’s sleeve to get his attention.

• “ N-N…Nacht.” You had whispered as you pulled on his sleeve. He and Gimodelo blinked and turned to look at you. “ N-Nacht…L…Look!” you whispered again and Nacht turned to look and saw a bunch of beautiful fireflies flying around them.

• But he couldn’t focus on that, because at the moment he was so happy and elated that you were able to overcome your trauma and actually say something. He suddenly pulled you into the tightest hug he could manage without hurting you. Seeing you come over your trauma and push past your limits gave him the hope that maybe he would be able to too.

[xsaiya]

"everything's alright."

-tags: comforting! obanai x vitiligo! insecure! reader, angst fluff (mostly angst), hugs, re-assurance, suicidal thoughts (reader), mentions of sh, traumatizing flashback, reader has permanent scars on their face, platonic sanemi catches you trying to harm yourself, reader is known as the emotion hashira, daydreaming. (warning for triggers!)

-future work: uppermoon hc's + muzan (I PROMISE <3)

-plot: iguru had found you saying some bad shit abt yourself so he went to go talk with and comfort you. <3

-a/n: pls do not think bad abt yourself, or harm yourself. your perfect the way you are, there's no need to feel like shit abt yourself. <3 (pls do not steal my work as it is based on my own life)

-recommended song: cigarettes out the window - tv girl

life was hard, hard as fuck. you felt like everybody around your atmosphere hated you and wishes you'd just, well, die. thoughts ran through your head as you were balled up in a corner, grabbing fistful sizes of hair on the sides of your head, crying and sobbing, muttering bad shit abt yourself, like 'does he hate me? does he want me to die? should i even be alive right now?'. those thoughts ran through your head every single day and second, just no body noticed.

note being a hashira, that shit just adds another difficulty to your already fucked up life. your mind also had racing thoughts of your past, and what those bastards did.

(FLASHBACK STARTS NOW!)

huddled up in a corner while gripping the sides of your head, crying & trembling in fear as the tall, abusive figure stood right in front of you while kicking and hitting your already abused body. the man, also known as your dad, kept yelling things in your ears like 'your not my daughter! my daughter isn't a useless, annoying, ugly ass bitch!' as he continued to abuse you over and over again. and all you could do was tremble and cry in fear.

(FLASHBACK ENDS NOW!)

you just dug your head into your legs as you cried and cried, you had nobody, nobody at all, except for one person, the love of your life, obanai. he genuinely cared about you, checked to see if you were eating enough, drinking enough water, sleeping enough. all he did was worry & care abt you, which made you feel guilty, why did he care so much about you? aren't you supposed to be a worthless toy to throw around? not in his eyes.

but, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a blade, you just stared at it for continuous minutes and seconds before thoughts ran through your head. your heart told you 'don't do it, you'll regret it!' while your brain just said 'do it, fuck up your wrists, your worthless anyways.'

you reached out for the blade, grabbed it with a harsh grip, and pointed its sharp tip to your wrist while smiling and crying, still looking down. but before you could even think about doing such an act towards yourself, someone harshly grabbed your wrist, and threw the blade away from your intense grip.

"don't fucking do that shit." said sanemi, he was genuinely worried that you'd do such an act towards yourself if he didn't arrive in time.

"i-" you just stared at him, as if a staring contest occurred, but no, he was giving you that intense look of 'tell someone, talk to someone, get help.'

"you gotta get some help, yk what? i'm telling iguru, you need to get some help." those words replayed in your mind as if it were a track tape, you just sat on a couch near you, waiting for them to return, and they eventually did.

sanemi returned with a worried as fuck obanai. obanai rushed towards you, grabbed your wrist and inspected it thoroughly, asking questions, his anxiety boosted right through heaven's gates as he looked at you with a look of so much love & worry. this just made you cry, cried in appreciation & sadness, you actually for once felt like you could let it all loose around someone.

"hey, hey. it's alright, let it all out love," he hugged you so so tight

you sobbed and sobbed for hours and all he did was mutter sweet re-assurances in your ear as you berried your crying face into his welcoming shoulder.

"..everything's alright."