#post rescued from my drafts

[candychocolate]

The thing I've always loved most about aa4 is how much darker the tone is than the rest of the series in a way that isn't just edgy for the sake of it, but subverts your expectations from the original 3 games in a really interesting way. The trilogy was built upon the trust Phoenix had in others, and it was something we as players could almost always feel certain in. AA4 flips this on its head and makes it so Apollo effectively can't trust anyone but himself.

Your mentor, who the in the trilogy was a paragon of wisdom you could always turn to no matter what, gets revealed to be the culprit and sent to jail in the first trial and by the end of the game his list of crimes has stacked high but you still have so few answers on why he did any of it.

Your boss, the goofy protagonist of the trilogy, is now inexplicably a washed-up, disgraced, cheating poker player with an implied drinking problem who seemingly found a new hobby in evidence forgery and jury rigging.

He has a codependent relationship with his daughter, your assistant, who usually is a completely innocent and hapless victim of circumstance. She sees herself as the provider for the house and will help her father cheat at poker, or forge evidence, or guilt trip the poor attorney they knowingly screwed of out of a job into working for them for dirt cheap.

The detective, the only other returning main character, a previous assistant, is completely changed since we last saw her. In the trilogy she was chipper and bright despite the hardships she faced, and now she's unfriendly and burned out, turned bitter by the world. The scene we're first properly introduced to her in Apollo genuinely spends several minutes thinking his boss is making him bribe her with cocaine.

Every single defendant is a criminal guilty of something other than what they're charged for. Each case centers around an underground black-market poker ring, a mafia family and medical malpractice, a smuggling ring, and a family of forgers and an incredibly shady troupe of magicians. The one thing all of these people have in common is that none of them will tell you literally anything about what's happening, half of them clearly reveling in being as big of cryptic assholes as possible.

The only person who doesn't fit this description is, for once, the prosecutor. Usually your biggest obstacle and the most morally corrupt of the main cast, he's the only person who's both 100% on the side of truth and on the same page as you for the entire game. He's just as clueless as you, being used nothing more than a chess piece just like you are.

But the truly masterful thing about AA4 is how morally grey it is. These characters aren't just one note villains. They're not even villains at all. Most of them aren't even malicious.

Your boss, for all the low levels he stoops to, is underneath it all the same guy he's always been, doing everything he can to bring a criminal to justice and protect his family. Your assistant is a sweet girl who truly cares about you, she's just prioritizing herself and her fathers safety before anything else. The detective is the same passionate and kind woman under everything else. The rest of the defendants are genuinely well-meaning young people who got involved in shady stuff they didn't fully understand.

The game is filled with good people trying to make the best of bad circumstances. The game has just as many fun moments as the original trilogy. For all it's rough appearance, the game has a similar heart. For every unanswered question or unrighted wrong, there's a smile or a hope for a better future. For every bad action, there's usually someone trying their best behind it. The game is melancholic and dark, but isn't afraid to let good shine through. It knows there's no shadows without the light.

[pralinesims]

We all play the sinner and the saint and the in-between

[beevean]

The way Lenore was written between the two season mystifies me, because I genuinely cannot tell if it was meant to be character development but written awfully, if she was conveniently warped to please her stans, or if she was actually re-railed from her original concept.

The other sisters keep insisting on Lenore being a stupid little girl, a romantic with her head in the clouds, with Carmilla here even recognizing that it's a façade of hers. That Lenore is secretly a selfish cunning being is true, of course, but I'm not sure where the impression of her pretending to be childish comes from.

In S3, there is literally one frame where she acts childish:

Carmilla mocks her for caring about animals, and Lenore just pouts at her like a kid who got offended by her older sis but doesn't know how to respond.

And then she spends the rest of her screentime with Hector, where she acts nothing like this. With him, she's nothing but a suave mommy dommy barely different from Carmilla, always smooth and in control and highly sexual. Can you tell this is the same character?

I think it would have been much more impactful if we could see more of her around the sisters, where she keeps acting like a little kid, her voice unheard because haha silly Lenore, our little girl who thinks she can solve problems with peace and love, and then go back to her gaslighting Hector where she enjoys having utter power. It could make the viewer wonder: which one is her real personality? Is she pretending to be more mature with Hector so that he, at least, can take her seriously, or is she pretending to be a little girl with the sisters to make them comfortable around her, because as I said she is all about comfort and never rocking the boat? Or maybe neither? I like the idea of Lenore being a consummate liar, impossible to trust because she always wears a different mask.

Or even better, she could keep the act with Hector too, to make herself look more trustworthy and totally not like mean #girlboss Carmilla! Laughing and playing around and pouting at Hector's provocations (assuming he still has a personality), looking innocent and almost out of place. So that it would have been much creepier to see that this "sweet little girl" is capable of planning rape and betrayal in advance. This would explain how Carmilla pegs Lenore's façade for what it is: it's how she tricks people, and she has seen it a million times, and maybe she finds it demeaning but hey it gets the job done. Griffith from Berserk was roughly described in the same way, someone who could swing from looking like a goofy kid to a hawk targeting his next prey, someone who could play naked waterfights with someone after dislocating his arm in a fight.

But that's not what we got. Lenore in S3 keeps being a dommy mommy even when she humiliates Hector in front of her sisters, dictating her terms and being very pleased with her work, like someone who is happy to gloat that she is not stupid and she's very much not a kid since she used sex to accomplish her plan and is not afraid of telling everyone, thank you very much. That small introduction ends up being irrelevant.

And then in S4 she swerves into being, effectively, a whiny brat, spending her entire screentime complaining and moping, pestering her pet with dick jokes because "she's bored" and wants to be entertained, complaining some more, crying that Carmilla lied to her which is a very childish conclusion to reach, making a show of how smol and sad she is by hugging her knees and 🥺ing, clinging onto Hector for emotional support, you get the drill. Now she really is a little girl, although I'm not sure I'd call her sweet.

^ this inspired this whole rant lol. can't say i don't understand her tho

(even if you think this is a lie and she was genuinely curious about Hector's work but didn't want to be honest about it: it would still be immature behavior, and another sign of her pride. Much like her snapping at being reminded of the time she resorted to rape and enslavement!)

Of course, by this point, the idea is that this is not Lenore putting a façade of innocence to hide her cunning. She is being fully sincere in her immaturity, because something something she has come to trust the man she raped into slavery and she's no longer playing with his heart although she still pouts when reminded of what she did isn't this the purest love ever <3

So, as I said, it's possible that Lenore in S4 was "re-railed" to what her concept was meant to be. A diplomat who genuinely wants nothing but peace and rejects war and violence, a lonely misunderstood young woman (she was called "princess in mourning" in her concept art), a vampire who combines childishness and intelligence: on paper, she is fascinating. But with how everything was laid out previously, this feels less like re-railing, and more of that convenient woobiefication I keep pointing out. Now Lenore has lost all of her bite, she is literally wasting time doing nothing which aids the perception that she's the "kindest", least evil vampire, she goes to whine to Hector instead of taking advantage of him, and aww isn't she the cutest thing. How can you hate her! She's just a widdle girl who wants to be loved 🥺 isn't she cute when she makes dick jokes and bothers Hector because she misses him 🥺 even though, when you bother to read her lines, it becomes blatant that she did not grow in the slightest, she only became more ineffectual.

Not only Carmilla's comment comes off as one of the infinite instances of "tell don't show", because it's easy to just tell us that Lenore pretends to be innocent and then write her as fetish material for the horny audiences, but it's also one of the infinite instances of S4's cowardice. An abuser acting like a young girl taking advantage of her cutesy looks and demeanor would be a great character, but of course, we have a ship to promote, so Lenore becoming an immature brat out of nowhere is what passes as a heel-face turn here.

I also can't help but think of how Hector too has been similarly miswritten as a "manchild". Hector has childish tendencies too: he sees nothing wrong in resurrecting dead animals to keep as company (which implies all sorts of things about how he sees death and love), and his need for approval and safety overrides his logic. In S2, he is competent, even intelligent to some degree, but naive. But the story eventually flattens him into a genuine spineless idiot who can't see the blatant lies in front of his face, with his intelligence being brought back in one episode only and once again to make the disgruntled fans happy. The story also makes clear that what makes him "a child in a man's body" is, overall, his gentle traits like his love for animals, which is... cynical, at best.

I know there is supposed to be a parallel between Hector and Lenore, as the two black sheeps of their group being looked down on for their "kindness" while they're much more dangerous than assumed. But with how spitefully Hector was written and how sanitized Lenore eventually became, the story is so wildly inconsistent I have to assume the writers don't even know what being childish (or kind for that matter) even means. funnily enough manga hector is a better example of a grown man with childish naiveté :P

anyway they deserved a better writer who doesn't think sexual abuse is the hottest thing actually

[moongothic]

It is interesting though 'cause, since we have no fucking True Clue what the hell Crocodile's actual real End Goal with Cross Guild is right now (does he want to get One Piece and fight the Strawhats+Shanks, does he want to get Pluton from Wano (and/)or does he want to destroy the World Government?? We don't know), that we just have a fuck ton of theories on what could happen, but no way to really tell what the actual direction this entire plot thread is going to be

And one I've seen a lot of people suggest was Cross Guild recruiting more of the former (/OG) Shichibukai into their ranks

And I just find that idea so fucking interesting

Because this is where one needs to remember that Oda based the OG Shichibukai on the Seven Heroes from Romancing SaGa 2. The Seven Heroes were a legendary group who once in the past saved the world from a great evil (before disappearing and turning into an evil for the game's protags to defeat). Just reading the descriptions you can see how each of the OG Shichibukai match up to one of the heroes respectively. And the inspo would be fine and dandy by itself, like just some fun trivia about what inspired Oda. But the Seven Heroes were specifically created and lead by Wagnas, with Noel as his right-hand. Wagnas happens to be the character Crocodile matches up with, and Mihawk just happens to match up with Noel. And here we have Crocodile starting a new organization with Mihawk by his side, with unknown true goals. And we do have that one World Government that needs to get overthrown so the world can be "saved". So like.

Suddenly, the idea that Cross Guild could recruit some of the other former Shichibukai (to maybe help take down the World Government?) doesn't sound too out-landish at all

Especially because Moria alone is already like an actual contender for someone who could maybe join Cross Guild. Like, assuming he's alive and made it out of Fullalead with Perona. 'Cause with Absalom dead and Hogback gone with the wind, Moria should have like nothing else left but himself and Perona. And while knowing Moria he's going to be Very Happy about reuniting with Perona, like... where's he gonna go? What's he gonna do if the two escaped Fullalead? But because Perona and Mihawk already know each other, Perona could very easily become a bridge to getting Moria with CG, especially if he's still wounded etc from the escape, Perona would want her boss' to survive and she'd trust Mihawk to help probably. And god knows, if Blackbeard tried or even succeeded at stealing Moria's Fruit, the man could have some legit good intel on Blackbeard (and how he steals powers) that he could then share with CG, something Crocodile could appreciate. Also, if Crocodile and Mihawk want to ensure the Marines are too scared to come after them, getting Moria in their ranks would help with that.

Then there's Kuma. And. Well. Assuming Kuma doesn't kick the bucket in the next few chapters. If Kuma is still somehow alive and his soul/memories can be put into a body (some people have been suggesting his memories could be implanted maybe into a Pacifista or that giant robot on Egghead or maybe even his Seraphim, or maybe just memories could be returned back into his original body), and if he'll still have the ability to near-instantly travel across the planet then I'm putting my money on him returning to the Revolutionaries to be honest. But if he loses that ability, I don't think he's going to be sticking with the Strawhats to be honest. That said, he'll still need somewhere to go (with Bonney?), and with the rest of the Revs on the other side of the Grand Line... Cross Guild could, potentially, be the nearest, safest place for him, if for no other reason than the other former Shichibukai might be his safest bet right now. Especially if Crocodile ever did have any involvement with the Revolutionaries. But indeed, this assumes Kuma isn't Turbo Perma-Dead Forever, which remains to be seen.

I know a lot of people love Doflamingo and would love to see him back. Personally I want him to stay in jail, where he deserves to be. <3 Also I don't think Crocodile would ever want Doflamingo working for him, let alone go out of his way to travel to Paradise to let him out (though if they did, they could also release Weevil while at it, since he's also stuck in Impel Down) (But honestly, unless someone else goes to break Weevil out and Doflamingo just escapes while he's at it, don't think he's getting out)

Quick honorable mention to Law, since he is also a Former Shichibukai. His crew got nuked by Blackbeard but I doubt he'd join Crocodile and Mihawk for any reason, especially if he's still in the race for One Piece (assuming Cross Guild isn't) (Like Buggy is but Buggy might skedaddle for all we know)

But with the Shichibukai, this just leaves us with Hancock.

Thing is, last we saw her she was still in Paradise, wanting to reunite with Luffy. It is entirely plausible she could (or may already have) set out for the New World if she feels like she has to leave Amazon Lily to protect her home-- which she might have to, considdering without her warlord status the Government has gone after her. But indeed, if Hancock is on the run and heading to the New World, surely she'd want to find Luffy. So why would she ever join Cross Guild? She doesn't like men (aside from Luffy), so surely she wouldn't trust that disaster crew with a clown for a mascot. But again. This is where "what the fuck is Crocodile's end goal" comes in again. Because if he wants to destroy the World Government and wreck the Nobles' out of orbit... Well. I don't think convincing Hancock to go back to the place where she was kept in slavery for years would be easy. But also. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could be persuaded into committing some delicious revenge under the right circumstances (whatever that might be).

IDK man, there's potential here, things could get so interesting with Cross Guild and whatever the fuck Crocodile is planning (vs how Buggy's mutiny rolls out)

It is kind of funny though, how like the best case scenario for Cross Guild Shichibukai Reunion would be like. Kuma and his daughter. Moria, Mihawk and their collective daughter. Crocodad and his sharp boyfriend. And Luffy's wannabe fiancée. (The clown is optional)

[zhoumeyourlove]

Ranking TCH's body type 2 outfits!

Okay, so obviously I'm obsessed with The Cursed Heart, and I also like fashion, so naturally I think about TCH's fashion a lot. I really like a lot of the outfits, so I've decided to make a little post series about them.

I’m going to be ranking all the outfits in the series worn by both MC and Kieran! I’m going to be starting off with body type 2 MC and male Kieran because that’s what I play with and I’m most used to those, but I’ll also do body type 1 and f!Kieran! And after those, I want to do a general post with my thoughts on various TCH character designs (mostly gushing about my faves) because Autism Brain Needs To Infodump Or It Will Explode

Down below is my ranking from least to most favorite! Obviously these are all subjective. I'm also modeling them all on my TCH MC because he's gorgeous and I love him.

18. Book 1 Ch. 13 - Sun Court Sarcophagus

Terrible. Awful. BAD.

17. Book 1 Ch. 6 - I Am Groot

In theory, I like the concept of leaves being integrated into an outfit. In theory, I like the wood-ish accents. Unfortunately, in execution I like neither.

16. Book 2 Ch. 13 - Moonlight Mummy

I like the moon charm and the tassles, and I think the gloves could be interesting, but other than that it's not my thing.

15. Book 1 Ch. 12 - Radiance Robes

I guess I just don't like Sun Court fashion much. The solid gold parts are too sharp for my taste and I don't love the pattern they form anyways. I think I'd like it more if it was mostly gold fabric, like on the sleeves and pants, with the solid gold more as accents than the focus point.

14. Book 1 Ch. 4 - Shadow Shrowded

I love that cape and the way it literally turns into shadows, it creates a super cool effect! Unfortunately, other than that the outfit is very uninteresting. The gloves are pretty nice, though.

13. Book 2 Ch. 4 - Frolic Fit

This is definitely the outfit I'm most conflicted on. On one hand, I really like the fabric that flows from the waist, the texture and pattern are nice to look at. On the other hand, I HATE the top half. The circle on the chest - not quite my thing, but I understand what they were going for, and I think if the execution was different I could like it.

The mesh is absolutely NOT for me and I cannot think of any world in which I would like it. Hate hate hate it. This is one of the outfits where I REALLY wish the body type 2 outfit was more similar to its body type 1 counterpart.

12. Book 1 Ch. 13 - Feather Finery

And this is another one of those outfits! I love the feathers, the color of them is gorgeous, and I like the idea of a collar made of them. But every time I look at this outfit all I can see is how stiff the collar and hips look. This outfit looks so uncomfortable and I wish the feathers played a much bigger role. I really dislike the way the top goes over the pants - I can't put my finger on it, but something is just viscerally awful about it to me.

11. Book 1 Ch. 14 - Blades Lite (Armor)

Another feather motif! I like that, the way it's implemented here works very well for armor. I like the color of the pants. The runes kind of clash with the rest of it to me, though, but it does make the cogs in my linguistics brain turn with ideas about Fae language.

10. Book 2 Ch. 11 - The Real Cursed Cloak

No I'm not bitter about TCH being canceled, why would you say that?

Rounding out the bottom half, the outfit works well overall, it's very cohesive. But none of the elements are interesting to me. It's kinda just there. I don't have any strong feelings on this one.

9. Book 1 Ch. 1 - Village Vogue

Starting off the top half with the default outfit! Yes it's very simple, but I think it's still charming. The color is nice and I really like the double-sleeves effect, the silhouette is cute.

8. Book 1 Ch. 10 - Coat Chic

Now THIS outfit looks comfortable! I love the fur lining! My favorite part is the glowing yellow, it really conveys the warmth and it stands out without clashing with other elements. That hood is adorable.

7. Book 1 Ch. 8 - Glass Garb

I LOVE the idea of stained-glass clothing and I think they really aced the top half, especially the texture and the way the yellow pieces look like they're glowing slightly! The beads are a nice touch. Unfortunately, the pants look like they've come straight from LuLaRoe, and that is not the type of MLM I'm looking for in this story. I wish the fabric of the bottom half was more like the fabric used in the body type 1 equivalent.

6. Book 2 Ch. 10 - Opulence, Obviously

The most difficult decision in this ranking was deciding whether this or the next outfit would be at #5, and ultimately the other one won.

I absolutely, completely ADORE the bottom half of this outfit. The part at the waist is so pretty!! And the charm coming down is so cute!! And my absolute favorite part is the way the sheer fabric comes down over the pants, those two just go so well together! The wrist decorations are pretty extra but I think it fits everything else, and I love the way the fabric goes along the shoulders and chest before being cinched in at the waist.

However. The iridescent mesh? Not my thing. Which is really a shame considering I love literally everything else here. At some point I want to do an edit to change the mesh to something else, but I'm not quite sure what to replace it with yet.

5. Book 1 Ch. 9 - Flower Power

Absolutely gorgeous!! Purple is my favorite color so this was practically MADE for me! I love all the flowers, especially the ones that are glowing! And the gemstones beside them really complete the look! Also, the name of this outfit is "lavender blue", which is one of the names used to refer to my favorite color ("periwinkle" would also be accurate), so that definitely helps!

However, like with the stained glass outfit, the pants are definitely not as good as the top. I like these ones better (the silver parts are very nice), but the strings don't fit in to me. Again, I wish the bottom looked more like the body type 1 equivalent.

But that top though!!!

4. Book 2 Ch. 8 - Visit Vestments

NAIL POLISH!! I absolutely love that regardless of body type the MC gets to wear nail polish with this outfit. It looks great on them, subtle but I really feel like it enhances everything else.

The color is very nice, and I LOVE the silhouette, it's very cool and unique from all the other outfits! I think the top-heaviness is somewhat balanced by the pants, which aren't over-the-top but the pattern adds flair. The flower badge thing is the cherry on top!

3. Book 2 Ch. 1 - Consort Costume

Bet you didn't expect this outfit up so high, but I ADORE this.

Number one reason: the pants!! I really like how they're more loose, it looks great to me, especially the loose pleats.

Number two: the cropped top! I think it's super cute how the top part is shorter, not entirely sure why but it just works for me!

Another relatively simple one, but I really really like it. This is my MC's default outfit overall to me, I think he specifically would love wearing it!

2. Book 2 Ch. 16 - Wedding Wardrobe

Loose pants continue to be on top! Even better, these ones are purple! I also think the 'sharper' pleats work very well for this outfit.

Like the second Opulence-related outfit, I'm a huge fan of fabric being cinched in at the waist like this, especially with the slight sheerness. That flower charm is gorgeous!

Speaking of flowers, the sleeves! Pretty but also good to confine the pattern to there, the design might get too busy (side-eyeing that one suit from CoP) otherwise and it balances out the attention the charm attracts.

Book 1 Ch. 2 - Peak (I Ran Out Of Names)

Some of the other rankings I debated over, but I immediately knew what would jump straight to #1.

I'm absolutely, completely in love with this outfit.

First off, the sleeves!! I LOOOOVVEEEE the shape of them!! I have a huge soft spot for sleeves that puff like this (historical fashion example - pagoda sleeves my beloved).

OH MY GOD THE WAISTCOAT. Pretty! And the way it hugs the waist!! My gay ass lives for this!!

I love the silver fabric wrapping around, it's simple but makes everything feel really dynamic and draws the eyes across the body in a super interesting way.

The pants are simple but I love the arrangement of the buttons. Also the texture just looks nice and and matches the shirt.

Also look how pretty he looks in it <3

BONUS ROUND: ACCESSORIES

No particular ranking but I want to give my thoughts on these as well.

Moon Choker

Simple but cute, I like the shape of the moon (i.e. more circular than most depictions of crescents).

Moon Chain

I don't love the big moon at the top. I prefer the design of the body type 1 version - I think the smaller, more subtle charms are much prettier. I do love the color, though!

Undergarments

Incredibly boring. I'm kind of salty that body type 1 got a beautiful pair of stays and body type 2 got the most bare-bones thing possible. At some point I definitely want to redesign these as well to be more interesting.

[outeremissary]

From a while ago. @mountainashfae's Chloe :) I love his colors so much...

[milfgwen]

thinking i liked men in middle school becomes so much more understandable when i look at the men i was in love with and im like yeah they can still get it

[sweater-equestrian]

just went back to tag thordak and garmelie separately!

[arixella]

Even Without Power

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: : clearing my drafts 😭

summary: Captured and cuffed with sea prism stone, you and Luffy endure fear and helplessness—until the crew arrives, and Luffy unleashes his fury to protect the one thing he refuses to lose: you.

wc: 1.7k

contains: Protective!Luffy, Sea Prism Stone imprisonment, captivity angst, emotional hurt/comfort, intense tension, slow and tender post-rescue intimacy, and Luffy being dangerously furious when someone threatens you.

Your head was pounding.

The first thing you noticed was the cold stone beneath you. The second? The tight weight around your wrists.

Sea prism cuffs.

Then you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)... hey, wake up. Please.”

You opened your eyes slowly, vision blurry—but there he was. Luffy. Sitting on the ground next to you, wrists shackled just like yours, his hat hanging off one knee.

“Luffy?” you rasped.

His eyes softened instantly. “You’re okay.” His voice cracked just a little, relief pouring out like a flood. “Thank god.”

You tried to move, but the sea prism cuffs made every muscle scream. “Where…?”

“Some bastards grabbed us when we were separated from the crew,” he said through clenched teeth. “I woke up first. Tried to break the chains, but…” he held up his wrists with a bitter laugh, “I can’t even stretch.”

You glanced at him. His face was pale. His hair clung to his forehead. He was furious. But he was holding it in—for you.

And then the door creaked open.

“Well, well,” a voice drawled. A tall man with a jagged scar across his cheek strolled in, a small crew of thugs behind him. “Our little captain and his pretty friend are finally both awake.”

Luffy’s body went rigid.

“Don’t talk to them,” he said lowly.

The man smirked. “Aw, come on. We just wanna have a little fun.” He stalked toward you, eyes lingering far too long.

Luffy snarled. Actually snarled. “I said don’t touch them.”

You flinched when the man crouched beside you, brushing a finger under your chin. “They’re a cute one. What do you think, Straw Hat? You sure you wouldn’t rather trade places?”

“Don’t touch them!” Luffy bellowed, lunging against his chains. His whole body shook with rage, fists clenched so tight they were turning white. “If you lay one more finger on them—”

The man chuckled, unfazed. “What’re you gonna do? You’re powerless.”

Luffy’s eyes burned—pure fire behind them, like he was ready to kill with just his stare. “You don’t get it,” he growled. “Even if I can’t use my powers… I will still tear you apart if you hurt them.”

You felt it—his presence. Even cuffed, drained, and chained to a wall, Luffy still felt like a storm ready to break loose.

The thug paused, like he finally noticed the danger in the room. The way Luffy’s aura shifted—deadly, protective, unyielding.

“Y’know what?” the man said, standing. “Maybe we’ll just give you two a little more time to think about your situation.”

As soon as the door slammed shut, you slumped.

Luffy turned to you immediately. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered. “But… he scared me.”

“I won’t let him touch you again,” Luffy said fiercely, eyes locked on yours. “No matter what.”

You leaned against his shoulder. He leaned right back.

“We’re gonna get out of here,” he said softly, like a promise. “I don’t care how—I’ll find a way. I’ll protect you.”

The cell was cold, silent—except for the soft clinking of chains when either of you shifted.

You sat beside Luffy, arms brushing, wrists heavy with sea prism cuffs. Every time he glanced at you, you saw the storm still behind his eyes. He was still furious—at himself, the enemy, the cuffs. All of it.

“We’ll get out soon,” he muttered, gaze fixed on the locked door. “The crew’s gotta be looking.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But…”

Before you could finish, the door creaked open again.

Same guy. Same smug smirk. This time? A little more confident. Like he was sure no one was coming for you.

“Well, Straw Hat. You said I shouldn’t touch them,” he said with a sneer, walking toward you, “but what’re you gonna do if I do it anyway?”

Luffy’s voice dropped into something cold. Dangerous.

“Don’t.”

But the guy just laughed—and then grabbed you by the arm, yanking you roughly toward him.

That was it.

Luffy. Lost. His. Mind.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!”

He lunged. Full force. The chains snapped taut with the impact, but it didn’t stop him from fighting like a wild animal, dragging the entire wall if he had to, roaring with fury.

You cried out as the man shoved you against the bars, but then—

“BOOM!”

The wall behind the cell exploded.

Smoke. Dust. Screaming.

“(Y/N)!!” a voice called—Nami. Then another—Zoro. Usopp. Sanji. Robin. Brook. The crew was here.

The enemy turned just in time for Zoro to charge him, blades flashing.

Sanji darted straight to you, kicking the guy in the gut and dragging him off you.

Luffy’s cuffs clattered to the ground as Franky, with his giant hands, crushed them open. The second they were off—

Luffy didn’t move.

He didn’t even look at the enemy yet.

He rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” He dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your face gently but frantically, eyes scanning every inch. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Tell me.”

You blinked back tears, heart hammering. “I’m okay—just bruised, I’m okay—”

He crushed you into his arms before you could finish.

“I was gonna kill him,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “I was gonna kill him if they didn’t show up. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t protect you—”

“Luffy.” You cupped his cheek, making him look at you. “You did. You protected me the whole time. And we’re safe now.”

He exhaled shakily, nose brushing against yours, eyes still burning but softer now.

“…Okay,” he whispered. Then he turned slowly—toward the enemy.

Sanji had him on the floor. Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed.

“Don’t kill him,” Nami warned.

“I’m not gonna kill him,” Luffy said, voice flat. “But he’s gonna wish I did.”

You didn’t stop him.

Because in that moment, Luffy wasn’t just a captain. He was a storm wrapped in rubber and rage.

But before walking away, he looked back at you one last time.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, gently. “And after this… I’m not letting you out of my sight.

Hours later you were back on the Going Merry. It felt like heaven compared to that dungeon.

You were clean, bandaged, wrapped in warm clothes, and finally free of the sea prism cuffs. But the whole world still felt a little heavy.

You sat on the bed in the infirmary cabin, staring at your hands. Your wrists were sore, skin still red where the cuffs had clamped down. And your body ached, sure—but your heart ached worse.

Then the door opened quietly.

Luffy stood there, silent. His vest was off, bandages around one shoulder, and he looked... tired. Not physically, but emotionally. The kind of tired you don’t sleep off.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You smiled weakly. “Hey.”

He walked in slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he should, until you patted the bed beside you.

He sat—then instantly leaned into you, head dropping to your shoulder like a magnet. His arms wrapped around your waist tight, like he still thought someone might try to pull you away again.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.

“You didn’t even try.”

“…I didn’t wanna leave you alone.”

You reached up, running your fingers through his hair. “You saved me, Luffy. Even when we were chained up. Even when you couldn’t fight. You were still protecting me.”

His grip tightened.

“I hate that he touched you,” he mumbled, voice rough. “I hate that I couldn’t stop him. If the crew hadn’t shown up—”

“But they did.” You turned toward him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “And now I’m safe. I’m here, Luffy. With you.”

His big brown eyes met yours, vulnerable and wide. “I thought I lost you.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “You didn’t. You never will.”

He closed the tiny space between you and kissed you—soft, slow, and a little shaky. Like he needed to feel you to believe you were real.

Then he pulled back, just a little. “I’m gonna stay here tonight.”

You blinked. “In the infirmary?”

“With you,” he said, laying down right beside you and pulling the blanket over both of you. “Right here. All night. Not going anywhere.”

You smiled, letting your head rest on his chest as he curled around you.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” he mumbled sleepily.

You tucked your hand over his heart. “Good. Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Outside, the ship rocked gently with the ocean.

Inside, in the quiet warmth of that cabin, Luffy held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And this time, he wouldn’t have to fight to protect you. Because now, you were both home.

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[arkhamsknightz]

STARLIGHT // SUPERMAN HEADCANONS. CLARK KENT & JOURNALIST!READER.

content: just fluff, pure pure fluff. It's the biggest vomit of love lmao im sorry but i'm in love at this time so deal with it. I don't dare to write smut yet (i'm very rusty lol), + we don't accept snyder fans!clark here — sorry not sorry — this is the clark who would rescue a kitten from a tree so....

word count: 0,4k (almost 500 words)

notes: i'm testing the waters in the dc fandom, even though it's been too long since I've written in it, but the superman trailer is my new obsession and I can't wait for july. the brat summer hits hard, but the superman summer hits harder.

divider: @bernardsbendystraws

☆ You keep pretending not to notice when he leaves your apartment, and five minutes later "Superman" shows up to make sure you got home safe from your late assignment.

☆ Clark literally melts whenever you call him "Superman" in a teasing tone. like—he’s supposed to be the man of steel, but his knees go weak the second you smirk and say, “What’s the plan now, Superman?"

☆ You learned pretty quickly that dating the man of tomorrow comes with random date night interruptions. But he always makes it up to you. Like one time he flew in from stopping a train derailment with pastries from Paris and an "I'm sorry I missed our dinner" post-it stuck to your laptop".

☆ He’s so soft for you. Like, he’ll listen to you rant about Lex Luthor and his stupid company for an hour and then say, “You’re incredible. Do you know that?” with the most adoring look in his eyes.

☆ He's ridiculously good at remembering everything. birthdays, deadlines, how you take your coffee, and your favourite quote. He once quoted your own article back to you when you were doubting yourself, and you cried. He freaked out. tried to fly to get flowers or something.

☆ One time you tried to surprise him by bringing him lunch to the Daily Planet, and he got so flustered he nearly knocked over his desk. “You... you brought me food?” He blinked like krypto when he acts like never been fed before. Now he talks about it like it was a grand romantic gesture and not just an stupid sandwich.

☆ You once told him, half-asleep, that flying with him felt like dreaming while awake. Now he always asks, “Wanna go dream?” before lifting you into the sky.

☆ He sometimes reads over your drafts while you're out cold on the couch. leaves little notes in the margins like “love this part,” “so proud of you,” or “you spelt ‘crimes’ wrong, but you’re still my favourite reporter.”

☆ He lives for when you adjust his glasses or fix his tie before a press conference. It’s the only time he lets the whole “Clark Kent” act drop just a little and looks at you like you’re his whole world.

☆ Sometimes when you’re deep into writing, completely zoned out, he lands silently on your balcony and just watches you work for a minute—arms crossed, head tilted, that soft “I can’t believe she’s mine” smile on his face. When you finally notice him, he acts like he hasn’t been standing there like a lovesick puppy for the last five minutes.

☆ On your worst days at the paper, when deadlines crush you and the world feels heavy, he wordlessly picks you up and flies you above the clouds. No noise, no pressure—just the two of you, floating in golden light. “All of that can wait,” he whispers. “You can’t.”

[burymagdalene]

Luteal Craze - S. Reid x Reader

In which Spencer comforts reader when she's feeling insecure while getting ready to go out with him.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: fluff, hurt/comfort tags: reader feeling insecure, Spencer to the rescue, lots of kisses and domestic bliss, a little massage, and distracting you from anxieties wc: 2.1k a/n: Had this sweetie in my drafts from luteal phases past and was reminded of it while feeling crazy again in my luteal phase right now so I'm posting it!

“Almost ready?”

Spencer’s imploring voice seemingly carries through the cracks and drafts of your apartment rather than a harsh yelling from the other room. This is the first indicator that he’s already keen on your uneasiness tonight.

Your stomach swirls with indecision. You have not been feeling at all good today, you expected that once Spencer came over to get ready for an Italian dinner at Rossi’s that all your troubled thoughts would be forgotten.

That is not the case- if anything, you feel worse for bringing Spencer into your room whose air is thick with humility. It’s common, this feeling, right before your period starts again when looking in the mirror makes you roll your eyes. Where everything feels too sensitive. Tender. Not in a tantalizing way, in a raw and sore way.

Eyeing your outfit with a frown that’s embedding itself between where your eyebrows crease you mumble out a “uh huh” at Spencer’s inquisition.

Enough time had passed between your response and his question that his head is poking into your room from your doorway like he was transported to where you were the moment he heard the tremble in your voice. 

“You alright, honey?” He starts again while softly padding into your room to where you’re standing in front of your full length mirror. 

You suck on one side of your cheek, desperately trying to keep a brave face and not fall head first into your hormonal frenzy that's for some reason bringing tears to your eyes at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. 

“I just feel… kind of… blah.” You settle on. Turning away from the mirror you are met face to face with Spencer.

“How so?”

This slightly irritates you. Unreasonably. You just wish he’d let you wallow, he doesn’t know that if you answer all his questions your waterworks will start up. Still, Spencer’s warm hand meets the skin of your arm that brings an anchoring feel to your internal world that’s spinning out of control.

“Nothing looks very good. And…and I think it’s me and not the outfits. It’s- it’s fine.” One of the most favorable aspects of being with Spencer is being able to stare into his eyes, but right now you can’t help but feel shifty as you stare at his shirt collar and not his face.

“The first thing I thought when I saw you was that you look beautiful. You know I love white on you.” Spencer smiles softly while fixing the straps of your top.

“T-thanks. I guess I’m ready to go.”

You hadn’t thought your voice was full of disbelief in yourself, you thought you were a relatively good liar. But the way that Spencer looks at you with confusion after this smacks you in the face that you’re not as good at hiding as you thought. Not from him.

“You said you’re not feeling well.”

“Just, not feeling pretty. I just feel sensitive and weird. It’s really okay Spence.” You try to prove to him that you can get a move on now with the smallest smile you can muster.

“Baby, don’t push yourself. I… you’re absolutely stunning. Take my breath away.” That last part he whispers into your neck, which is pretty convincing, but not enough. After the small high fades you get a pang of guilt.

“Ugh,” you lightly push his chest away from you, “I’m going to make us late. Don’t worry about me being overdramatic.”

 “Baby. I can clearly tell you’re not feeling okay. We do not have to go.”

This makes your bottom lip wobble. It’s so frustrating how in tune he is to you. You consider a horrible ex-boyfriend, one that would just take your weak lies that cover up how you really feel and go out, saving you the guilt of ruining a night. Though, of course it never really saved anything at the end of the day.

“Oh angel. What’s got you all teary?” Spencer's voice falls into the tone that works as a thick medicinal syrup that coats your insides with warmth as he pulls you into an embrace against his chest.

“W- we can still go. I don’t want to ruin the evening.”

A large palm runs up and down on your back and finally settles at the back of your neck, “Why do you think you’re ruining the evening?”

“B-because! We had plans, and I know it’s inconvenient for them to cancel. And it’s inconvenient for you to have a night planned with your friends and have to stay home with your girlfriend because she’s pouty.”

Spencer’s brows come tightly knit together, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, you’re being mean.”

Tears fall freely now, thinking you’ve upset him when really it was just a slight scold out of enormous love for you. “I’d never think about you like that. They wouldn’t either. My baby, it’s just pasta.”

“I’m going to feel worse if I stop us, stop you, from going.”

“Mm. I don’t think you will. Right now you’re fighting against yourself because you think it’s polite, but it’s just making you feel worse. Also because when we stay back here I can have you all to myself to see if anything I can do will make you feel better.”

You nuzzle impossibly closer into his chest with your nose. Spencer’s hand runs up your neck to pat your hair, any words of refusal are being physically restrained by your mouth now. A small tear runs past your lips as you mutter out, “Kay.” 

“Sweet girl.” His words are a silky whisper as one hand reaches for his phone, seemingly to send out some text about not making it- you feel too harrowed to even think of his wording. You hate disappointing people, would go your whole life if it was possible without it. Yet, that’s one of the only constants in being human. You have to take care of yourself now.

Pulling away from the home you made against his button-up, you eye at the two small water stains darkening the fabric as you lean up to place a soft kiss on his chin, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear any of that. Let’s get changed.”

Spencer had planned on staying the night regardless, missed spending time in your room after countless visits from you at his apartment. So, getting into more cozy attire was easier with his packed bag than if he borrowed something from you again that he had to pretend wasn’t too small and borderline suffocating. 

Sitting on the edge of your tidied bed you hear Spencer from the kitchen refilling your water bottle. The tears are dried on your cheeks and you can only suck in deep breaths and try your best to understand that this is exactly where Spencer wants to be tonight.

Handing you your water, Spencer rubs the skin underneath your eyes, feeling the drying tears under his thumb. “Hate it when you cry.” He moves to sit next to you on your bed, continuing his light touches on your cheek now, he pulls you into a soft kiss. 

Pulling away gently he continues, “I hate seeing your bottom lip tremble,” he angles your face up to place a kiss on your bottom lip, “I hate seeing your eyebrows furrow,” another kiss between your eyebrows. “I’m happy I got to sleep over tonight.”

The change in topic makes you smile a bit more instead of the focus being directly on you feeling down in the dumps. You kiss his jaw swiftly like it was your first time and pull away with a happy hum. “Me too. Missed seeing you in my sheets, it makes me feel in control.”

Spencer laughs albeit not knowing exactly what you mean. “How so?”

You smile, a true and unashamed smile for the first time today, “I feel like I’m playing in a doll house making my handsome, brooding boyfriend sleep in my bed with floral sheets.”

“Ah,” Spencer giggles, “And I feel like a prison guard making you sleep in my boring monochromatic sheets.”

“Nooo! I could spend 72 hours straight there, you know that.”

Spencer hums through a smile and kisses the top of your head. “Yeah I could see you there for 72 hours too.”

Moving slowly, Spencer shifts on your bed to sit behind you- his legs coming around from your back and meeting where your legs are dangling off the bed. He wraps his arms around your neck pulling you back against him to pepper kisses against your cheek as you wriggle for release while laughing.

“What are you doing?” You slump against his chest fully after his kiss attack. 

“Lean forward a bit.”

Just getting comfy, you whine and sit forward off of him once again. Spencer’s hands from behind you make contact with your upper shoulders first- a firm pressure that has you scrunch half of your face up from the pain of the knots being rolled out by him.

“I get it now…” You trail off, dropping your head down so Spencer has more room to work with.

“Yeah, just had to be patient.”

You start rolling your eyes at his snark and finish rolling them out of pleasure when he moves his massaging between your shoulder blades. Lately, sleep has not been on your team. Rolling from side to side with restlessness, and the moments you are asleep your shoulders or jaw is so tense that when you wake up you wish you hadn’t fallen asleep.

His long fingers move down your spine in passes, your body naturally slouching forward more as you relax.

“You’re so tense, baby.”

“This week… I dunno.” You grumble. Knowing exactly what has led up to this but being too blissed out to go into further details.

“I know it’s hard.” Is all he says- a comforting reminder that you don’t have to take everything easily, that it is hard and you don’t always have to be okay with it.

“I wanna kiss you now.”

Leaning back against his chest, Spencer's movements stop. The back of your head is rested on one of his shoulders as he holds your waist steady and kisses your lips. This position was undoing all the work Spencer was doing to aid your muscles, twisted up against him uncomfortably.

A hand moves to your hip and guides you to sit up and on his lap, properly slung against the front of him now as you drape your body over his. The kisses don’t heat up or progress in the way that makes you whiny, Spencer is just pouring every bit of fondness he has for you against your willing lips. A love song reverberating between your mouths into the walls of your room.

You place a palm against your sheets and press your chest against Spencer’s to indicate your wanting to lay down. He follows suit, your legs are planted on either side of his hips as he’s flat on his back looking into your eyes.

“It’s obscene how beautiful I think you are. It’s almost… hard to comfort you when you might be feeling insecure because of how little I understand it. But… I understand you. So, I think it’s okay that I can’t always help in that way.”

Leaning on one arm near his face you smile, trying to not get emotional again as you run your fingers through his hair, “You do help. Sometimes you’re helpful in a way that allows me to be uncomfortable. Like, you prompt me to dig deeper into myself and what I want that makes me uncomfortable… but it really really helps me.”

A sappy look falls into Spencer’s eyes as one of his hands traces up and down your back from under your shirt. Some sort of repeated pattern.

“I love you.”

You kiss the tip of his nose, “I love you too.”

The soothing persistent lines continue against your back as you drop your weight against him, face finding his inner neck again. Beginning to grow suspicious, you tune into the flowing of his finger against your back.

A near triangle shape delving into another as he-

“Spencer, are you drawing Orion against my back?”

His fingers don’t stop, “Hm? Um, yeah I guess I am.”

You giggle and prop yourself up again, tracing a finger against the side of his neck closest to you. Remembering this one from the little doodles you’d take out on your diary while you were first crushing on him-

“Hm. That’s an easy one. Scorpio.”

Taking your hand away you laugh, wrapping your body against his once again. “I remember that one because I’d draw your star sign in my diary.”

Feeling his chest move with his laugh you smile while looking up at him, “No wonder I love you so much. You were doing witch spells in your diary with my star sign!”

“Nuh-uh! You love me so much because I’m sweet and perfect.”

“Ahh, right. How could I forget?”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ This is a little draft that I've been working on for a while. I'm so sorry for the low activity. I didn't feel good because of uni. I'm in my last year of university, and it's draining me mentally lol. Anyway, I'll try to post often from now on. I hope you like this! Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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[dixons-sunshine]

Good Girl, Officer | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nervous on his first day on the job as a cop, you opted to try and help Steve calm down and relax. However, while doing so, you ensured that you’d be in for one hell of a night when he got back from work.

Genre: Fluff, a little suggestive.

Warnings: Some sexual innuendo.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I don’t know what this is. Honestly, this isn’t my best work, but this has been sitting in my drafts for days and I figured I might as well post it. I hope it’s still somewhat enjoyable! And if anyone wants a part two with smut, I’d be willing to try and write one.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

Looking up from the cup of coffee in your hands, your eyes locked with those beautiful amber ones of your husband’s in the mirror. He was busy fiddling with the collar of his button up shirt, the jacket with the familiar “Hawkins PD” logo on it hanging open on his broad frame. It was chilly outside, the rain and wind making it necessary to wear one. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, his eyes nervously darting between you in the mirror and his outfit.

You placed the cup down on your nightstand and made your way over to Steve, wrapped your arms around him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. “You’ll do great, Stevie,” you reassured him, your tone soft and sincere.

Steve inhaled, before exhaling a shuddering breath. “I don’t know,” he began quietly. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up. Maybe even die.”

You hummed and pressed a kiss to his clothed shoulder. “Take a deep breath, okay?” After he followed your orders and took a few deep breaths, you continued. “You’ll be just fine, Steve. I know it. You’ve been working hard for this. Plus, if push comes to shove, you know Hopper will help you out in a heartbeat. He loves you.”

Steve managed to give you a small smile at that. “Sure. The ‘don’t fuck it up, Harrington’ and pat on the back he gave me at my graduation screams ‘I love you’.”

“It does if you’re Hopper,” you told him through a small chuckle, stepping back when he turned around to face you. Instead, you looped your arms around his neck, your husband’s hands going to rest on your hips. “But seriously. I know you’ve got this. You worked your ass off for it, and it shows. I promise you’ll be just fine. And hey, if anyone gives you trouble, I’m just a phone call away. I’ll come to your rescue.”

He chuckled at that. “My hero,” he said, before leaning in to give you a soft, tender kiss. His nose bumped against yours, and his glasses pressed against his face awkwardly, but he didn’t care. When he pulled away, he smiled at you lovingly.

You returned the smile. “So do you feel better?”

“A little bit,” he began, his thumbs tracing idle circles on your hips. “I still feel like m’gonna throw up, but at least I don’t feel like I’m gonna die.”

“That’s good,” you replied. “Well, not the throwing up part, but the not dying part is great. Who else is gonna give me such awesome back rubs if you’re gone?”

Steve laughed and rolled his eyes. “Nice.” He stepped back from your embrace and fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, his hands a little shaky and only being successfully zipped up because of your assistance. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” You glanced behind him at his car keys, before looking back at him. “Well, officer Harrington. All you need to complete this…” You pressed your hand against his chest and trailed it up and down slowly. “...very sexy look is a pair of handcuffs, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, and a gun,” he began, completely oblivious to the innuendo behind your words. “But I’ll get both of those down at the station. Hopper’s orders.”

You smiled and shook your head, stepping back from him and heading over to the nightstand to grab your coffee. “That’s not what I meant, but okay.”

Steve frowned. “What did you—” You nearly burst out laughing when a look of realization spread over his face. “Oh.”

You took a sip from your coffee and sat back down on the bed, smiling brightly. “Yeah.”

He scratched the back of his head, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You into that kinda thing? I mean, you’ve never brought it up before.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see, huh?” You blinked up at him with a faux innocent look. “I promise I’ve been a good girl, officer.”

Steve inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.” He opened his eyes and glanced down at his watch. “And I’ve gotta go soon.”

You hummed and got up from the bed again, placing the cup back where you found it and walked back over to Steve. You straightened out his uniform for him, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips in greeting.

“Go,” you whispered, pecking the corner of his lips for good measure. “Go make the world a better place, officer Harrington.” You leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “We’ll test the whole handcuff thing when you get back.”

The look he sent your way as he slowly retreated backwards sent a shiver over your spine. You knew that if he didn’t have somewhere to be, the two of you wouldn’t leave the room that day. But alas, he had a job he needed to get to. You would have to wait until later that night to do anything about it.

You laughed lightly when Steve stopped and strode back over from the door to give you one final kiss, gently pushing him away when it got a little too heated for someone that needed to be out of the house in five minutes if they wanted to be on time. “Woah there, cowboy,” you halted him. “You gotta go.” Despite your words, he continued to press little kisses to your face, making you smile. “I’m serious. Go.”

Steve looked like a man in agony when he finally pulled away. “It’s your fault, you know?” he said. “You were the one that put that idea in my head. How am I supposed to focus after that?”

“With great effort,” you joked, before giving him a peck on the cheek and stepping back. “Now go. You don’t wanna be late on your first day.”

Your husband sighed deeply and nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “Okay,” he began. He sent you a pointed look. “Until tonight then?”

You nodded. “Until tonight.”

Steve straightened his jacket, grabbed his keys from the dresser—keys he would have forgotten if he hadn’t decided to turn back and give you a kiss—and turned back to you. “I love you.”

You smiled at him softly. “I love you too.”

With that, Steve finally left the room. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, and you sat back down on the bed. While you knew you had other things you needed to think about, there was only one thing on your mind:

You were in for one hell of a night.

[iluv-m]

Mine Mine Mine.

I haven’t uploaded in years omg, I hope someone sees this 😭 Enjoy~

This was in my drafts a while back, This is not my original idea, I lost the tumblr writer who wrote this post originally.

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You decided to surprise your boyfriend by visiting him at his university. He had given you a spare key to his dorm, just in case. You let yourself in quietly, taking in the soft glow of the room lit only by the dim desk lamp. The blinds were closed, and you could see a large figure under the blanket, lying on the bed. Obviously, it was your boyfriend—he must’ve been exhausted after his long lecture, which lasted four hours. You smiled, thinking he probably needed his rest. You figured you’d let him sleep while you grabbed some ramen for your movie night.

But just before you could sneak out the door, you couldn’t resist. You leaned over, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. It was a peck, nothing too big, but you missed him so much. After all, it’d been a while since you’d seen him. When you pulled away, feeling satisfied, you heard him shuffle a little, mumbling in his sleep.

Grinning to yourself, you started walking toward the door when—wham—you felt his hand shoot out and grab your wrist, yanking you back toward the bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was, thinking of you even in his sleep.

“Babe, let go. I need to go get ramen for us!” You wiggled in his arms, trying to get free, but his grip only tightened. He wrapped his legs around yours like a human octopus, trapping you with a soft, sleepy growl.

“Mine…” he mumbled. The way he said it sounded so possessive and cute that you couldn’t help but smile. “Mine…mine…mine…” He kept repeating it, almost like he was in a trance.

You tried to shake him awake, but he only responded by squeezing you tighter, as if he was trying to make you disappear inside the blankets with him. It was adorable—but also kind of annoying.

You squirmed, trying to free your legs, but his grip just got stronger, his body practically cocooning you. “I need to go get ramen, seriously. You can’t keep me here all day…”

“Mine…” he muttered again, this time wrapping the blanket around you like a burrito. “Mine…mine…mine…”

There was no way out of this. He was too strong, and the blanket was way too snug. You shifted, trying to get comfortable, but your legs were quickly starting to lose feeling. “Okay, fine. Mine,” you said with a playful eye-roll, hoping he would let you go.

Hearing no response, only his arms slightly tightening around you like you hug your stuffed bear and his legs putting yours in a lock making them close to numb, you admitted defeat.

It felt like hours and you even tried to sleep but the thought of ramen kept waking you up and trying to get free from your boyfriend’s hold. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Shit you totally forgot you had it with you. You reached for it with your free hand—only one hand free, by the way—and saw it was your boyfriend’s roommate.

You pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you whispered, trying not to wake the monster clinging to you.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen BF/N? He was supposed to be at the library 20 minutes ago, but no one can find him. I’ve called everyone. Where is he?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Uh, yeah, I know where he is.”

“Wait, why are you whispering? Where are you?” he asked, clearly confused.

You glanced at your boyfriend, still sleeping soundly, and groaned. “I’m stuck in his dorm. He kidnapped me in his sleep and won’t let me leave.”

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, his roommate burst out laughing. “No way! He’s literally holding you hostage? I’m coming to rescue you, don’t worry! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

You glanced at your boyfriend, who was still mumbling “mine” over and over, and sighed. “Alright. I’ll wait. Wait! Do you mind getting some ramen on the way, you know the kind we like.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll be right there,” his roommate said, chuckling.

After what felt like an eternity (11 minutes to be exact), you heard the door unlock. The light from the hallway flooded into the room, and you squinted as his roommate walked in, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Hey, I’m here for the rescue and the delivery!” he said with a smug grin, snapping a picture of you and your boyfriend, who was still snuggled under the blanket, holding you hostage.

You groaned. “Hey!”

But, of course, your boyfriend didn’t wake up. He just kept mumbling, “Mine…mine…mine…” and pulled you closer. It was adorable, but also way too much.

His roommate smirked and grabbed a pillow from his bed. “Sorry, bro, this is for your own good,” he said before smacking it straight onto your boyfriend’s head.

Everything went quiet. You could practically hear your boyfriend’s brain rebooting. Then he jolted upright, blinking and rubbing his face. “What. Did. You. Just .Do?”

“Sorry! It was the only way to wake you up! Don’t kill me! Your girlfriend told me to do it!”

Your boyfriend looked at you, then down at your cocooned body. “Wait…when did you get here?”

You sighed dramatically. “You kidnapped me, remember? I’ve been stuck here for-“ You pulled out your phone checking the time, “-2 HOURS?!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened. “Oh…whoops.”

You tried to get up from the bed, but when you shifted, your legs, completely numb, gave out from under you and you fell . “Oh, come on! My legs are DEAD.”

Your boyfriend’s face turned into full-on panic mode. “Shit, are you okay?!”

“No, you’ve basically paralyzed me with your cuddle attack.” You looked over at his roommate, who was trying to hold back laughter. “I’m never letting you live this down.”

His roommate chuckled. “Well, at least you’re not dead, right?”

You shot him a playful glare. “I would kill him, but it seems he’s too cute to murder.”

Your boyfriend’s guilt melted into a grin, and he helped you back onto the bed, making sure you were settled. “Alright, movie night still on?”

You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re lucky I’m still willing to hang out with you.”

“Well, you know, because you’re mine,” he teased, pulling you back under the blanket and trapping you once again. You were surrounded by soft, fluffy fabric, and there was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to, anyway.

“Did you just trap me again?” you asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Yep. You’re mine, remember?” he said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, but you’re lucky I’m too comfy to move.”

“Exactly. Mine,” he whispered into your hair, and you melted into his arms.

Meanwhile, his roommate just stood there awkwardly. “Uh… guys? Still here?”

You shot him a teasing grin. “Who told you to stick around? Get out.”

“Why do you always have to be so mean? 😭 Y/N, tell him to let me leave.”

You giggled from inside your blanket cocoon, rolling your eyes. “Bye bye~ Wait, our ramen!”

His roommate sighed dramatically. “Here you go . I’m leaving before you two make me throw up.”

With that, he left the room, and the two of you were left alone to snuggle up for your movie night, with your boyfriend repeating his favorite word: Mine

[daemonbrain]

Jaime Lannister x targaryen!reader | A Snippet

a/n: Posting this to hold myself accountable because the fic has been sitting in my drafts since February 1st... she's at 18k words y'all...

edit: fully posted here

cw: none, reader is Aerys's daughter, set in 281 A.C.

As the summer weather had finally chosen to grace the Crownlands with it's presence, Viserys had taken to playing his new favorite game ‘maid in the tower’ with you and your knight. Jaime would take on the role of barbarian keeping you captive while Viserys the Valiant (a name he fashioned himself) would come to your rescue. You couldn’t count how many times you cringed and winced when Viserys would wack Jaime at full strength, with a wooden training sword your knight had thought was a brilliant idea to give him. His teeny cords of muscle working hard under the strain of the surprisingly intensive game. The two of you might’ve been creating the next Dragon Knight with all the running and hitting and whatever else it is warriors do.

Thankfully, Jaime took each strike in stride, barely budging before finding some way to send your little brother running. Jaime prowled around you, making a point of goading the poor boy on.

“I guess you don’t actually want to save the princess… I wonder what I'll do with her?” Jaime shouted.

You had gasped in feigned shock, voice taking on a disbelieving tone. “Never monster! Viserys the Valiant will rescue me!”

Once your little brother had retrieved his oaken weapon -which Jaime had thrown into a bush- his face was one of determination. He charged Jaime with an unprecedented speed and swung hard. The Lannister met him halfway with a grunt, taken off guard by the surprise attack. Wood clashed against wood, Viserys relentless in his attempts to win the game while your knight met each blow with a single handed grip on his play-sword.

“I’ll keep her forever, locked away in my tower.”

“No! She-” another hit, “-is MY sister!”

It had been hours of this running around and the air turned more suffocating the higher the sun climbed, the heat had caused for sweat to pool uncomfortably under your heavy layers. You were dead sure if you suggested going inside before your brother could win, he would pitch a fit.

To make things worse, Jaime was amused by the way Viserys lunged at him. He seethes not being able to land a hit on the knight almost ten years his elder, and Jaime seemed content to bask in the humidity and sweat, but you certainly weren’t.

“Boys! While I appreciate the vigor which you both have on my behalf, why don’t we all just make peace? Lunch sounds a lot better than beating each other with sticks, and it’s dreadful out here. Any longer and i'll melt into a puddle.”

The both of them didn’t spare you a glance as they continued. 

“No! I don’t want to go inside, I want to win!” Viserys yelled furiously, still on the attack. Dodging a particularly forceful jab, Jaime caused your brother to stumble forward as he sidesteps him. An a-ha came from the knight as he evaded yet again.

“I would sooner risk my honor protecting you then let you go free, princess.” Jaime said, wholly absorbed in his villainous role.

“What honor?! You’re meant to be a barbarian!” You exclaimed.

The Lannister dividers are by @targaryen-dynasty!

[laswells-ashtray]

hi the post about soap buying ghost the blanket has been on my mind like all day and i have to hear more. if you have more. please. 🙏🙏🙏

this is the only ask I have right now that isn't about Sergeant Price and MacMillan so I welcome it happily. I'm running out of ideas for those two.

Soap bought the blanket as a pisstake, he'd walked past it in Home Bargains in September, it was out with the Halloween shite, and he'd bought it as a joke. Honestly, he'd expected Ghost to throw it away or give it to someone else.

He'd been in Simon's room more than once for... professional conversations between a sergeant and a lieutenant. And not once had he spotted the blanket, even when he was face down arse up on Ghost's bed. And that happened a shocking amount.

But then he walks in on Simon asleep with the blanket and he decides two things: Ghost is just a bloke and he urgently needs to wife up Simon Riley.

The next time they end up sprawled out in Simon's bed together, he asks about it.

"Ye ever use that blanket I gave you?"

"Yeah, I also rescue kittens and bake for the elderly."

Nevermind, he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with an Englishman. He's better than that.

"Kept it for when the draft gets bad around here in the colder months." Simon admits quietly, like it's some kind of punishable offence that he's using a blanket for its intended purpose. Like enjoying a gift is a foreign experience.

The next time Johnny lands his arse in Simon's bed the blanket is there, coincidentally that's also the first night he sleeps in the Englishman's bed.

They fall asleep and Soap thinks nothing of it until he wakes up at around 3am, Simon is still dead asleep as are most people on base. He's firmly pinned under a quietly snoring lt. Simon is lying on top of him with a hand over his waist, but instead of grabbing onto him his hand is firmly gripping the edge of the blanket in a tight fist. And given how flat the edge of the blanket is, Soap has to assume he sleeps with that same edge in his hand most nights.

It isn't until one day they're all blethering that it makes sense. Gaz is talking about how his sister is expecting a baby and he's already bought the wee lassie her first bear, one like he used to have when he was wee. That becomes a whole other conversation.

"You didn't have a teddy bear when you were a kid? Really?!" Gaz sounds appalled but it doesn't surprise Soap, he can't imagine The Captain Price with a wee bear. He just imagines a toddler's body with Price's head.

"My old man would've had an aneurysm if I'd been caught with something as girly as a stuffed toy."

"I never had one either when I was a kid. Best I had was some ratty old blanket that Mum bought from a second-hand place." His reaction is subtle, the way he freezes and realisation washes over him. Ghost doesn't talk about his childhood a lot and they never ask. But suddenly everything makes sense to Soap.

The big and scary Ghost who spent his childhood comforted by some tattered old blanket. The same one who clutches the blanket Soap gave him so tightly that he worries about the strength if the fabric.

Soap can't judge, he wouldn't anyway but he truly can't because he used to sleep with a ratty old Chewbacca bear that he'd lob off of his sister's head when she would piss him off.

If later on he buys Simon another blanket to give him the choice between the two then that's his business. And if a simple stuffed bear with a silly and all too familiar hat appears in Price's office then that's Gaz's business.