#the SFW stuff anyhow

[venusxblue]

Thinking about Rebirth Cid being all chummy and physically touchy. He's that way with Vincent too and at first Vincent's kind of like Cloud, all bewildered, like "??? hello excuse me what. are you doing all that for???" but over time as they get closer he gets used to it and even starts to like it?? He realizes he's actually touch-starved and Cid is just treating him like everyone else and not some horrible monster undeserving of affection or friendship and it secretly touches Vincent to the core and he starts seeking out the pilot's company and at some point those touches become much more... intimate.

[matrixbearer2024]

Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fiancé Edition

Fiancé!Vox x gn!Reader

A/N: MY BRAINROT IS BRAINROTTING OKAY I JUST NEEDED TO DUMP THIS STUFF SOMEWHERE AFTER SEEING ALL THE WIFEY ALASTOR AND LUCIFER STUFF- LIKE I LOVE THOSE TWO BUT LEMME YEET IN MY BELOVED SAMSUNG TV NOW YALL- THIS COULD MOST LIKELY BE OOC COMPARED TO CANON BUT LIKE- LET ME DREAM I WANT THIS FLATSCREEN SO BAD P L E A A A S E-

A/N: This little thingy would have both an SFW and NSFW portion, mostly because I'm a depraved little shit and I am downbad for a 7ft bipedal television with issues-

SFW HEADCANONS:

Now first off, y'all probably would've been dating a long long while before this mans would pop the question.

I feel like he'd know that he wants to marry you, but he's so unsure of it plus he's concerned about how that would affect you in all of it.

Like, oh great if this gets out suddenly you've got one of the biggest targets on your back because you're the technology overlord's fiance and soon to be wife/husband.

As if you hadn't already when you both started dating-

Vox is a perfectionist so I'd imagine he would try so so hard to get everything completely flawless for his proposal.

But nothing goes his way that day, none, nada, zilch-

That's just his luck, totally not because it got screwed over by a certain radio demon for shits and giggles.

But he ends up asking you anyway, though a bit indirectly because it slips during his irritated rant.

"I can't believe they managed to spill wine all over me back there! All over one of my best suits as well!"

"Hun, we could always send your suit to the professional cleaners. It's okay! We can always just go someplace else next time too-"

"No! That- ugh! I had all these plans today and they were just ruined! I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for when I was going to propose to you-"

"You were gonna what-"

Vox immediately shut up once he realized his screwup then.

So much for keeping it a surprise!

That's kind of how you ended up with a diamond ring on your finger that night.

And that's how Vox ended that really stressful day with an extremely satisfying night.

He ditched work the next day and just spent it being all over you.

Yes he admires the ring on your hand from time to time, this man just stares.

You can betcho ass that ring is expensive as fuck too.

Like as if this man didn't kiss your hands enough, that new accessory marking a new chapter of your afterlives just makes him do it more.

He's actually kinda housewife material if you squint-

This man can cook and clean, and as a bonus he's filthy stinkin RICH.

Bro I need me one of these holy shit-

If he wasn't clingy enough before, oh boy get ready for this.

He will always have an appendage on you at all times, a hand on your lower back, your hip, in your hand-

Or he'd just have you in his lap while he worked on stuff in his office.

Also, Vox being possessive as all hell if someone so much as just stared at you too long-

Please that goes straight up to 1000% when you agreed to wear that ring.

You guys planning to get hitched doesn't stay secret for too long though.

With Valentino and Velvette sticking their noses in Vox's business as a daily pastime anyhow-

Hence why a lot of sinners started shipping you two.

And oh goodness the ship wars.

Sometimes Vox wishes the internet wasn't really connected to his brain-

The magazines went wild with that one too-

Cuz imagine, the richest and the pride ring's probably most esteemed bachelor-

Aside from Lucifer probably, Vox's marketing and PR team are insanely good at their jobs-

Was now off the market and due to get hitched with you.

I'd imagine even if Vox doesn't post anything on social media, you or Vel would-

Literally like those married couples on TikTok or something with a whole bunch of cute shit.

You can best believe the most cracked out shit happens while you're both engaged though.

"Oh this is Vox, he's my ex-boyfriend."

"... You have got to stop saying that. I'm their fiancé."

You did not stop saying that.

Actually you wouldn't stop saying that even when his title upgraded to husband.

Not that Vox cares, your shenanigans were what caused him to gravitate towards you in the first place.

And until now they're what keep your relationship fun and interesting.

"Hey hubby, ooooh~ you're looking like the hottest thing in all of the pride ring despite having just rolled out of bed."

"Hahaha, good morning to you too doll."

It doesn't register what you called him at first until he's had his coffee and then it clicks.

You play it off attempting to be coy until he replays the video of you greeting and calling him that on his face.

His. Face.

Sneaky little shit that's what-

He doesn't really respond to any other petname now, you've dug your grave.

"Vox."

"Vox."

"Vooooooxxxx-"

"What? What?? What do you want???"

"Can you peel this orange for me?"

"Really? That's it? Why don't you peel it yourself?"

"Because it tastes better when you do it?"

He does it eventually, hell if he's in a particularly good mood he'll even feed you.

That's always kind of how it goes when you ask him for things.

If it's something you want/can buy though?

You're already in possession of his credit card, just get whatever tf you want HAHAHAHA-

He's still a busy bastard though so it's not really much different from how it's like when you guys were dating-

But he genuinely tries to balance his work a little better to spend more time with you.

This man is such a workaholic though you end up having to drag his ass out of his office to rest anyway.

Again, nothing new from when you were just dating.

You guys jokingly throw around your soon to be marital titles in private.

Vox kind of feels like a kid in a candy store when you do, just giddy and excited for what's to come.

Not to mention he now has a partner in crime when he riffs on Alastor!

He'd be over the MOON if you just joined his chaos.

The radio demon probably wouldn't give a shit, he's just built different like that-

You both get so comfortable that you almost forget that you have a wedding to plan and set a date for.

Until Velvette asks about it and you're both just: "Oh. Right."

Your fiancé's schedule is so fucking packed though it was nearly impossible to.

This guy was going to work himself to death before you could tie the knot lmao-

But eventually you both got a date and venue settled, so that was one step closer.

NSFW HEADCANONS:

Okay so like, I know sinners can't actually copulate unless you're Lucifer but that's besides the point-

And Vox isn't really a family man at all-

But boy oh boy if he didn't have it before-

This man would have an insane breeding kink after you both got engaged.

This man wants to see you stuffed.

Literally doesn't matter if you're riding him or he's just impaling you on his cock-

This guy just wants to fill you up so bad.

I'd also think that you guys would be screwing around a lot more often after he popped the question-

Something about emotions constantly running high and dopamine being one hell of a drug.

I think Vox is a switch, so I'd also imagine he'd be more inclined to let you dom him every now and then.

Or when he just wants to be a bratty little shit please go ahead and tame him, he likes it.

You can kind of get away with more stuff when you're both engaged.

Like tease him a whole ton and he just bites hook, line and sinker.

It's already gotten to the point where the power in the tower would die often enough that Velvette herself has gone through some crazy lengths to cockblock her colleague.

Speaking of, Vox would probably use you as a stress reliever after work if you let him-

Like he will just fuck you stupid until all you say is his name because this guy is addicted to hearing it.

Or he'd let you fuck him stupid until he's so far into sub space he forgets about his shitty day.

Cuz if it's rough, it's rough with you two.

But on the gentler side-

It's just as addicting and if not probably a little worse.

Though you would probably be the one taking initiative/domming whenever you both have gentle rounds.

I'm all for Vox being able to switch some of his parts cuz he wanted to/can.

So y'all have fucking choices when it comes to wrecking this idiot.

Like a multiple choice exam, literally shotgun the fuck outta those answers like you deteriorate his mental.

And consequently the entire city's power grid.

"GODDAMNIT! VOX! (Y/N)! NOT AGAIN!!"

[youn9racha]

ASMR

genre: smut—headcanon

words: 740

warning: auralism, mentions of voice kink, roleplay, s/d dynamics, potential hard kinks, masturbation, switch!felix, handjobs, mentions of daddy/sir/master kink, pornography plays a big role in this headcanon.

a/n: finally,,, i've been meaning to make one of felix a long time ago (i'm talking since before my undisclosed hiatus has taken over) but i just kept on procrastinating, but here i am now, pushing myself, but i do hope this doesn't seem forced. if it did, well then... i'm sorry? ig, but thats neither here or there. i hope you all enjoy it, and feedback is greatly appreciated.

Click here for recommended asmrs:

chan — felix — hyunjin — han — i.n — changbin — lee know — seungmin

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

When he is single:

Felix was definitely born to become an asmr artist, or however you want to call it. if it were up to him, he'd definitely consider it as an art form, acting even.

He definitely uses his deep voice and accent to his advantage in many scenarios.

He doesn't just strictly do nsfw work though, he also does the occasional sfw content. (but he definitely knows that his audience is fed by lust).

He uses multiple media, but he's mostly on youtube for the sfw content, and for the nsfw stuff he's mainly on the hub and reddit.

He also has patreon for tips and requests and uses twitter to release a teaser or maybe releases some hot audios just on the whim to drive his audience crazy.

He also does occasional live streams on twitch for gaming and also maybe "unintentionally" seduce other streamers and his fans with his velvety voice.

Initially he wants to remain anonymous, but, unlike bang chan, seeing how much of an income he gets, and considering how unique his voice is, he really doesn't feel ashamed of himself to show himself off. (he could argue that it garnered more attention)

however, he doesn't post himself very often, so as to not take away his audience's fantasies.

now onto the content he creates:

Felix, like bang chan, is a man of generosity and often does what he asks of his audience

however, he is mostly known for his "boyfriend" series both in the sfw and nsfw realms.

In his youtube channel, you would see his content being very wholesome, seeing titles like "baking cookies with your australian boyfriend", "cuddling with your boyfriend after a stressful day", "positive affirmation from me to you", and many more. just overall, wholesome and comforting content.

however, his reddit and pornhub account juxtapose with his youtube channel.

He is mostly known for his deep-voiced moans and groans that come along with these scenarios

You'll also see him roleplay as deep voice character, pretending to be them for the sake of his audience, even down to altering his accent for the sake of it

just picture him cosplaying as ghost from call of duty... yeah, i'm going mental

Anyhow, he is also known for his words on these asmrs, regardless if he's aiming to be the dom, the sub, or the switch in these scenarios.

"oh, yes, who's a good girl for me?"

"oh, fuck, that pussy is tight for me~"

"yes, stroke that cock for daddy... just... like... that...mmh~"

"may i come for you? please, i-i've been such a good boy-ah!~"

Felix is known to have the most beautiful voice while getting pleasured, regardless of his position.

Despite having a deep voice, he is known to have many range, can create the most adorable sounds anyone could hear.

"please, baby... please let me come in you? i want to feel all of you...hmm~"

he truly could make anyone swoon with those adorable whimper.

He uses his hands and a fleshlight mostly, but does utilize lube and edits his audios to accentuate the wet sounds and to create ambience.

When he's in a relationship:

When you met Felix, you instantly knew what he does, but you never really ventured off into the nsfw content.

He had an amazing voice, just like those content he makes on youtube, he truly can match up with real life, almost making it seem like you were getting the full package.

however, when you found his nsfw account, you couldn't help but let your curiosity get the best of you and listen to them.

To say you were turned on would be an understatement.

Felix never really tried to hide that side of him, but it was just a matter of "i'll address it when it is mentioned" type of thing, and, although he was taken aback at first when you confronted him about it, he really didn't feel ashamed when you confronted him once he realizes that you enjoyed them.

You never really encouraged him to stop, and Felix never intended on stopping anytime soon, unlike chan.

You cheered him on, and often gave him ideas for certain scenarios.

He would from time to time uses you in his audios for the sake of "ambience" and lets your quiet moans melt through the audio, which surprisingly garnered positive reception.

So he proceeded with this endeavor and is in no way slowing down.

©︎ youn9racha— do not translate or repost in other medias.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Could you do Joseph and Jack with a mc who has a alt/grunge style? I'm talking piercings, double platform boots, ripped clothes, cool makeup, stuff like that. Only if you have the time or feel comfortable. Hope you have a good day/night

Sweet and simple, gotta love those.

I also saw your DM saying to add Shaun and Jean, so don't worry dearie, they're in there too~!

And with that, let’s write.

Contents Inside: Soft Flirting, Ear nipping, Neck kisses, Love Marking, Use of Sunshine, Baby, etc.., Sight jealousy…

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t really know the term “alternative fashion”, but he definitely dresses the part.

Those slick, hand stiched rose boots of his..

The chains and rounded studs all over his pants.

The beautifully well taken care of his.

His tattoos, his occasional necklace..

He’s not over the top, but he’s a big deal.

While he isn’t used to extreme fashion, such as full on gothic, or full kawaii-core, he’s open minded.

You’re having fun, and it aint bothering him, so why should he care?

Would he try out some of the styles himself?

Probably not, but if his sweetheart was into that sort of thing, he’d support 100%.

Not like he has any room to judge anyhow.

It was late in the afternoon when Joseph came home from work.

Stains of his red clown makeup still visible on his cheek and nose, his eyes droopy.

What he wants most right now is a well deserved cigarette and some lovin’ from his baby.

Slugging his bag over his distressed shoulders, he sloppily opened his bedroom door.

He quickly got himself all changed before he went out with you for the night.

You officially got to know him while you were on break and he was as well.

Slowly but surely you got to know him better, and you’re going on your first date with the guy.

Due to your work’s dresscode, you couldn’t wear platforms and your extreme sense of style at work, so no one had really known.

Boy, was he in for a shock.

After about a half hour, you received a knock on your door.

Excited, you answered it, and stood in the doorway was that same brown hair, muscle man.

You were decked out in your attire.

Piercings ranging from your septum, industrial, lip

Your platforms that damn well made you now only a few inches shorter than him.

Joseph was quite shocked.

He was surprised and slightly intimidated in a good way.

He pulled you closer by your waist.

Your noses touching as he looked at youu tenderly.

“Why aren’t you just peachy~ You’re beautiful.”

“Awh, don’t say thattt~”

“It’s true, you’re stunning!”

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. extending out his arm for grabs.

“Shall we?”

You grab his arm all blushy.

He pressed his mouth closely to your ear, whispering softly inside.

“You’re gonna flush a guy to deathh~”

He gently kisses the tips of your ear after he finishes talking to you.

The way his lips felt was heavenly.

It was warm and filled you with such joy.

You wanna see what more can do after the date~

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Jack

Jack was your bestest friend!

He loved you no matter what you were into.

As long as it wasn’t illegal and it wasn’t hurting you in any way, shape, or form, he was all for it!!

Jack loves being your biggest supporter for anything.

And your fashion choices were not an exception.

The first time he’d ever seen you with your crazed and teased hair, your chunky platforms, he wasn’t used to it that’s for sure.

Despite his shock, he loved it.

“Sunshine! You look so cool!”

“How do you get your hair to do that?”

“How tall do those boots make you?!”

“Do they not hurt?”

Jack asked question after question because he was genuinely interested in his sunspots interests.

He acted like a dog scratching and jumping at the front door when you promised to take them out for a walk.

It was sweet how he wanted to know everything.

The hows, whats, and whys.

You gave him a big hug, and he just squeezed you.

He picked you up off your feet from his big bear hug and he showered your face with kisses, not caring if he got some of your makeup onto him.

You had a nice laugh whenever he kissed your cheeks, lips and neck.

He just loves to love you!

Picking up that yellow gloved hand, he pushed some hair out of the way that he messed up hugging and kissing you, and he tried his best to fix it.

He's extremely supportive.

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Jean

Personally, Jean doesn't care nor pays any sort of attention to what anyone wears.

..Depending.

If Jean doesn't like an outfit someone's wearing, he'll just quietly side eye and sneer in private.

If he saw his lover in an outfit he's not too particularly fond over..

Such as crazed and messed up hair..

Shoes that make you twice his own size, which only worsened his insecurities..

Your rather.. interesting sense of style if you want to put it simply.

He's not too fond of it, and he'll tell you.

"Wh- What is that?! Change, now."

Most likely, it's because it's too flashy, and he wants to be the only person looking at you, not random pedestrians staring as you walk side to side.

It's a jealously thing.

Or if the outfit is particularly revealing? Oh hon, don't even mention the possibility of wearing it in public.

You and your beautiful body are his.

You're his, and he's yours.

You are not to be shared with anyone else who isn't worthy to be kissing and loving up on your body.

Only he is.

"Where do you think you're going wearing that?"

If you don't change your outfit, he'd pin you against a wall.

Oh, he'd shower your neck and stomach all with beautiful kisses and hickeys.

In general, any bare skin with his own love-marking. So that everyone that were to walk by the two of you, know you're his.

"Baby..you're mine. I don't want all these scrubs of "men" staring at what my treasure is~ I don't need anyone stealing it~"

He doesn't mean to hate on your outfit choices, he secretly enjoys them.

He just wants everyone to get a little hint.

And don't you forget it.

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Shaun

I mean, look at him.

Really?

How do you think he's gonna react.

How do you think he's REALLY gonna react?

He's into alternative styling of course.

Maybe not the same sub-type or category, but he loves it.

When you first went all out for him to go out somewhere special, he was so happy.

"Oh my god. You look amazing! Wow!"

"When did you get into [Insert category of fashion] styles?"

"You look absolutely stunning."

Shaun was somehow even more head over heels for you.

He asked questions, you asked questions back.

It became this new topic that you could both share opinions on.

Shaun asked you to dress him up in your style.

You asked him to dress you up in his style.

You learned more about the history of your guys' fashion styles.

Shaun would bring you out shopping for matching jewelry, piercings, tattoos.. matching everything.

Even if you weren't into stuff like that, he loved you so much.

The two of you explored more common middle grounds off fashion.

He loved finding this new part of you.

The only thing he's really upset about is that he didn't find out sooner!

Christmas and birthday shopping would've been a hell of a lot easier.

[rodolfoparras]

heehoo (clown noises)

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anyhow I saw a post earlier (like 2 hours ago tbh)

talking about audios and how difficult it is to find em

so i definitely recommend r/GoneWildAudioGay and r/GoneWildAudioTrans!! they have plenty of diversity and stuff, with m4m, m4tm or like mt4(t)m

someone that i also recommend is Grinning Pup

he has such good audios + a few aimed at tm

- 🌷

Sugar hello!!! Welcome back I hope all is well!! And thank you sm for the recs!! I’m def saving them for future use! Also seeing this many Reddit recs makes me wonder if it’s worth using the app again since I’ve only stuck with YouTube for asmr audios and like I said I have 2 i like and they’re all sfw😭

[yvannahaleth]

How about Miu who's with a Boyfriend who's the opposite of her personality wise he's kind and a bit airheaded but very loving towards her. He loves giving her affection whether through kisses or simply holding hands he loves being around her. When she's feeling insecure he comforts her and lets her know he'll always be there for her. Now miu's classmates are shocked she has a boyfriend much less one who's very opposite of her, though kaede while shocked is very much in support of them.

Miu Iruma x M! Reader Who's The Total Opposite Of Her

M! Reader, Fluff, SFW

Before the confession:

Look, she maaayyy or may not feeling unsafe when near you

Don't get me wrong, yes, she loves you, she really reaally loves you

But, she can't help but be aware of you

Why are you being kind to her?

Why do you compliment her?

Why do you pats her head?

Why do you always smile at her?

Why do you always hang out with her?

Why do you listens to her rambles?

Why do you accompany her?

Why does she.. Likes it?

Why does she likes you?

You're so nice.

You're so gentle with her.

She doesn't flinch at your gentle touch.

You didn't even do anything

You just patted her shoulder as a greeting

But why is she blushing?

She likes you.

But, a part of her believes that you want something from her

A part of her believes that you are using her

A part of her knows that people are just using her for her body

Yet, why didn't you do it?

Why didn't you use her? Right now?

What are you waiting for?

What are you planning?

....

One day, you're just accompanying her when she's inventing something

She listens to you rambling about something while she's working

She loves to have a background music when she's inventing something (which is your voice)

And then, she says the unexpected..

"Why are you being so kind to me? Do you have a crush on me or something..?"

Then you have to explain that all of your doings is because you likes her

Because you loves her.

And you have to tell how amazing she is and how you genuinely loves her.

".... I.. I- you.. You really think so...?"

Aww, she's blushing~

She always is, but her blushing right now when you just confessed to her is rather an outstanding view.

It takes her a while to process what you just said

But she likes you back, and she knows that!

So, you two began dating!

After the confession:

She's soooo nervous around you

She blushes, stutters and all

Because she's not used to being genuinely loved

It takes 2 weeks for her to actually feel like herself with you

She no longer stutters

She's comfortable with you now

She loves to flirt with you and then blushes sooo hard when you flirt back

Though, it is quite... Unusual for her classmates to see your relationship with her

I mean, you're more of the 'calm, sweet, nice' type while she's more of the 'aggresive, lewd, weird' type

They always come up to you

Saying that you deserve better and stuff

But you didn't care.

You absolutely didn't.

You love her.

And she loves you.

Perhaps, she loves you more than you love her

I mean, your love language makes her feel loved!

She feels absolute joy!

maybe nervous too

She loves your gentle touches

She loves how you're so careful with her

She loves it.

It makes her feel like she's worth being loved.

Really.

She craves for your touch, that's a fact that she'd deny.

Tbh, it's kinda sad how she thought you were using her before

Anyhow, Kaede is one of the people that's shocked of your relationship

But not like those people, she supports you both!

She'll sometimes ask you both to hang out with her and forgot about the plan so you both could have a date instead on purpose

A supportive friend!

[heartsofhounds]

Howdy, I'm Fen! 𓃦

↟ Hey, folks! Around here I'll be going by Fen (they/she/he)

I'm mostly here to engage with whatever media + fandoms I’m into, make fanart, share whatever creative projects I've got going, blah blah. I wanted to separate out my more personal / professional socials from this one, so here we are :-)

Some little tidbits about me..

I am a Pisces/Aries cusp, ENFJ, 22 y/o

I identify as nonbinary ⚦

Resident on Treaty 6 Territory 🇨🇦

I'm an undergrad in fine arts, but I'd really like to work as a concept artist / visdev for the film + gaming industry (I'll be attending a digital arts / film school in the next few years)

Digital illustration is my main thing, but I also work in traditional drawing / illustration, painting and printmaking (I also dabble in animation!)

My art persona is usually a silly lil dog (veteran wolf kid hh)

Amateur botanist and fan of any and all critters n' crëëtures 𓆣

Some stuff I'll post about:

Animated + Indie Film

Critical Role / TAZ / TTRPG content in general

ARG's

Redactedverse / other ASMR content

Musical artists I'm into! (Oh Hellos, Lord Huron, Crane Wives, etc..)

Broadway

Indie Games

It’s worth noting that along with completely SFW content, I will also be posting strictly adult content! Minors should NOT be following me or interacting with my adult oriented content!

Anyhow, let's keep things friendly and respectful here. Asks + message box are always open - Cheers!

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Gundham Tanaka x Female Reader Part 2

Info: Island Mode, no despair. Takes place on Jabberwock Island. Genre is Fluff, oblivious crush to lovers, SFW, cute flirting. Reader uses she/her. Reader is the Ultimate Cardiologist, focused on medical stuff and knowledge of the heart!

Total fic length is 7K words split into 3 parts. Part 3 Part 1

Part 1

FREE TIME EVENT 2

Y/N was starting to get the hang of the whole “Island Life” thing. Surprisingly, getting to know her fellow classmates wasn’t the chore she thought it would be. Maybe here, she wasn’t such an outcast, because maybe, the entire class were a gaggle of outcasts. If one stops to think about it, a bunch of teens who were outstandingly exceptional in their field of choice must have faced hardships, like over-working, stress, bullying from envious peers growing up who wanted what they had, or simply peers who judged them for being a little too different in the amount of passion the had for their talent. One only has to look at Nagito Komaeda to see that Hope’s Peak Academy attendees weren’t normal. And maybe this is exactly where Y/N needed to be: with a bunch of people who didn’t fit into normal society because they were meant for more.

And each one of those special misfits had a talent room, a cabin decked out with the things they held dear. From top to bottom, each of them had what was basically a studio apartment handmade personally by Usami. Y/N had already been to the rooms of those closer to her. Mikan’s was of course full of medical equipment, a hospital cot, nursing books, x-ray scans, journals, first aid kit supplies and the like. Kazuichi had gears, oil, blueprints, car parts, scrap metal, and power tools. Y/N, who had been pleasantly surprised with her own room, asked to see Gundham’s as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She’d been spending the last few days with him, just shooting the breeze (as much as they both feared small talk) and now she wanted to see what Usami thought was the ideal environment for the Ultimate Breeder.

Reluctant about letting someone into his personal safe space, but assuring her that her heart witch spells wouldn’t work in his private domain anyhow, he accepted her request. What she saw there was pretty much what she expected. There were extravagant cages with elaborate tunnel systems, hamster food, veterinary magazines and textbooks, animal care guides, again first aid supplies (for much smaller patients then Mikan’s) and so on. He regaled her with tales of hell hounds, the likes of which would put Cerberus to shame, of near fatal clashes with rabid beasts, and she listened happily. Then, it was her turn to host him. Together, they switched over to her cabin so she could show him the sights, and he felt even more vulnerable then before. Something about him being the master of his own room was a sliver more comforting then being in the room of a strange girl. Sure they were friends, and he even began to have elevated feelings for her that he couldn’t explain, but still, all mortals were strange to him. He was a prisoner in this dimension, after all.

Sensing the unease of the boy before her, she attempted to drag him out of his stupor by starting up a conversation. Little did she know, she was the cause of his rigidness, not the atmosphere.

“So, get this,” she motions for him to sit on a chair next to her, also a bit nervous at his closeness, “I was actually sorta considering veterinary work once upon a time, because I do love animals and I like helping living things of all kinds, but I settled on human cardiology work. I think I just had a little more passion for cardiology specifically, although…” at this point, the Devas, also used to spending the days in her presence, were already crawling all over her and her stuff, curious about the new environment, “animals, unlike people, will always accept me. They never judge, and they never gossip behind my back or laugh at my shortcomings. They are totally innocent. That’s the main reason why I love them.” Gundham’s eyes widened at that. He’d never heard someone put it to words exactly how he felt quite like she did. He was sure tons of people felt this way, but he hadn’t met any of them. Animals were his friends when no one else was, because they didn’t care what he looked like or what happened in his past. Maybe she understood that?

“Noble beasts are far too powerful to let the trifles of this pathetic realm bother them. Anything that can talk will betray you.” He spoke the words like he’d said them a million times into a mirror. She nodded quickly in agreement.

“Well, I’ll never betray you.” She slipped out the words before she could stop herself. Almost in complete synchronicity, their faces began to warm up. Eye contact was impossible. Maybe they were a bit too alike in some ways. She cursed herself internally. Maybe that was too far. She was starting to form a little crush, and she refused to scare off her only true friend because of it. “I mean-”

“Silence, witch. I know what meaning lies behind your words…” he crossed his arms across his chest, trying desperately to stop the fluttering of his heart. In her domain, she could cast spells, it seemed. “I, overlord of this world, acknowledge you, and thank you for them…”

HOPE FRAGMENT 2 GAINED - END

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

hey, im a sfw tk account!! obviously i 100% understand and respect boundaries but imma be honest your dni/intro post is really fucking off-putting. There are both a sfw and nsfw side of the community, both of which are 100% okay and should be respected. I understand there are a lot of kink accounts that do not respect boundaries ESPECIALLY with minors which is fucking disgusting, and that you are 100% entitled to say you don't like tickling that way and don't want to be associated with it.

Anyways. my point. "i hate fetishists just as much as everyone else" is the most baby ass thing ive ever heard, and you sound no better than any homophobe. you have every right to not want nsfw accounts to interact with you, but hating people for their harmless sexual interest is deeply immature and no different than if someone were to say they hate the sfw side of the community. Now you saying you're a minor is very vague - you could be 17 or 12, and there's a huge difference in that. If you're older, i suggest you learn to be a bit more mature, kink-shaming for something harmless is just a dick move and you can critique the nsfw community without doing so. If you're younger, then i doubt anyone else has told you this, but as long as it harms no one, its not an issue, and you can set boundaries without being an asshole.

Thank you so much for pointing this out actually. I have been meaning to update my intro lately because of exactly that that I put in there.

I just want you to know that I didn't mean to kink shame, but I did and there is no excuse for that. I believe when I first wrote that, what I had been TRYING to say was that I hate people disrespecting boundaries (such as a nsfw account harassing a sfw one) but I'm very bad sometimes expressing myself when it comes to writing. I couldn't process what wording to use to explain my boundaries and ended up putting that, and I instantly knew that it didn't sound right. And it doesn't, it sounds terrible. I realize that and I'm going to change that now.

Again thank you for being aware of that, it just goes to show how respectful of a person you are. Your looking out for both parts of the community and that's great. I aim to do the same, so don't worry that part in my dni list is disappearing

Edit: Hi, editing this because I realized how much of a kiss-ass I was being when answering. Look I realize that what I had in my bio was fucked up, and I knew it was, but I promise you I did not mean it. As I said before above, I'm terrible at putting my thought process into words, and I know that sounds like a lame excuse, even I think it does. Your probably wondering "how does this person who doesn't want nsfw interactions end up writing 'I hate fetishists'. It can't possibly be JUST because they can't write how they feel right. "

Well in a way yes, I don't think it was just that. After answering this, I sat down and thought back to when I first my bio and tried to think of any other reason why I wrote that. Well, I finally remembered something. Back when I still used my main blog for this content, I had put a very subtle and friendly dni to nsfw accounts that I didn't want any interaction because it made me uncomfortable, but NOT because I was against it. Despite that, a nsfw account followed me and was reblogging my stuff anyhow. That made me really uncomfortable and upset that they didn't listen that when I made this account to replace my main, I tried to be more assertive about nsfw accounts interacting.

I literally remember sitting there writing my bio and having a hard time processing exactly what I wanted to put because I was still iffy about my experience with the nsfw account. I've figured out what I want in my bio now, but what I had wanted to put back then was something like: "I hate nsfw accounts that direspect boundaries as much as anyone else." But I was having a hard time figuring out how to put that in words + I was frustrated and in the end it had come out as " I hate fetishists " even though I knew I didn't.

I was just trying really hard to make my restrictions clear since they hadn't been respected last time and ended up putting something really fucked that wasn't true, because I couldn't figure out how else to put it.

Nonetheless it was an asshole thing to say, but I didn't mean it. I've said things in conversations before that have come off wrong because I couldn't find my words. I'm neurodivergent, and I'm not using that as an excuse, I'm using it because it's the reason. I can't help that, and I know I'm not the only one who's like that either. Usually, it happens especially when I'm talking about something I'm against OR am making a point of. I just can not figure out how I want to say what I want to say! I usually end up thinking about what I shouldn't say, and for some reason that clumps together with what I DO want to say and it ends up coming all out sounding wrong.

I thank you for standing up for both parts of the community, but even though I wrote an asshole thing, that doesn't make me one, especially now that I've explained myself and I really wish you hadn't gone and assumed me for being one since you didn't know the whole story.

If your going to address someone for something they did, be more assertive and less aggressive

[bulle-d-bulliver]

Hello hello my dear! Oh my Lordy lord your buggy x reader I found last night had me blushing kicking and squealing like a love struck little girl for absolutely no reason no words can describe how truly wonderful and beautiful and lovely your writing is just know that it is fantastic!!! Nothing really effects me or breaks my poker face and your writing had me like 😐🧍‍♂️😱🤯🤩😍🥹🤸‍♀️ in that order too

I didn’t really see any rules or stuff but then again I might as well be blind so pls do tell me to change something about the request to state that you don’t feel comfortable/ want to do it.

Anyhow! Can I request a buggy x female reader fluff where buggy’s crush serenades him every day singing and dancing playing instruments (I play bass guitar, bass clarinet, guitar, piano, organ, and accordion) she really wants him to sing and dance with her all the time but never really asks. She has a really fun sense of humor and is quick witted and always fires insults right back at him whenever buggy is Will being buggy ya’ know and she really loves to tease him and call him baby girl like makes him giggle “was that funny bby gurlll😈” she makes up/ writes and new song every day about or for him. And she is quite flashy herself with cool hair styles cool clothes and assessors and fighting styles if not flashy-er than him, she acts all cool and cocky and stuff but she’s actually real insecure and has -6473829 self confidence (story of my life) how would he react, get with her? Would he give in and dance with her and maybe even sing with her? She just really loves him and does no wrong in her eyes

Omg sorry for rambling and all that I am just really excited to see what you will do with this request. Sorry for any spelling/ grammar/ wording errors I don’t read, write, or spell too well feel free to ask me about anything you might not understand or something about what I requested

Feel free to say no (please do tell me if your don’t want to do it)

Thank you so very very much keep up the amazing spectacular incredible beautiful work! I hope you are having a wonderful week have a great day night or afternoon whatever time it may be you see this

Thank you

-Vivian Von Truce (my stage/ online name)

writing it as gender neutral reader, as there’s no specific needing gender. thanks for the request ! hope you like it

Edit, 29/10/2023 : I do not make banners like this anymore, nor can I edit the new ones on older posts due to the difference between the editor at the times and the current one since I use extensive alt descriptions. I will not remake posts for writing.

Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW

Relationship : Buggy & Reader then Buggy/Reader

CW: /

•Absolutely adores the serenading. He’s over the moon to have someone pay attention to him like this. Would genuinely not get tired of the amount of it or new songs. Will remember the ones he particularly likes and seek you out to play them when he decides so. •He likes people who are quick-witted and on their feet, as much as he likes those who are more laid down and/or yes-people/people pleaser. He’ll mention he likes that fire when flirting.

•Absolutely hates that particular line of teasing. He’d cringe-snort and yell about respecting your captain. Will complain with teasing, but everyone teases him. It’s okay he needs it, he has a big ego. •Buggy attracts people with style like a lamp with moths. He likes it. He wants his circus to grow, be recognized and seen. Flashy people are exactly what he wants in his crew. With someone flashier than him, he’ll get competitive and actively get even more excentric than usual. •He cares for his crew a great deal. He’s not afraid to tell someone they did good. Buggy will not hesitate to tell you so. If you hide your confidence issues well, you’ll still get boosts from him, considering he doesn’t try to hide what he thinks when it comes to this. If you don’t hide it well, he’ll ““subtly”“ tell your friends you may need support. Heavy quotes on the subtle part. He’s trying. After getting with him, •He would genuinely be sad if you didn’t continue to write songs for him from time to time, especially in the beginning of the relationship. •You’re going to bicker with Buggy. If you’re quick-witted on don’t hesitate to tease him, or insult back, you’re going to have childish banter and bickering, like an old couple. •As an s/o, that tease line would just make him roll his eyes and ignore it. If alone, he’d push your head against his chest or hug you against his chest while grumbling to get you to silence. •He’s not as competitive with you as an s/o (unless rivalry is part of your dynamic). Buggy will push you to even be flashier, to do even more excentric choices, because he’s proud of you and he wants EVERYONE to see your and your flashy self be his flashy partner. •Actively work with you on your self-confidence. He’ll hold your face between his hands every morning, like the “what are you ?” “an idiot sandwich” meme, instead the answer being “The Treasure”. You’re exactly that to him, HIS treasure, THE treasure.

[nyxiswrites1200]

✦ . 　⁺ 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔⁺ 　 . ✦

Hey loves, I've decided to start taking requests. Hopefully it'll help me find more inspiration to write stuff (let's hope anyway).

Requests are to be submitted under the asks button on my page <3

Requests are free, no charge for asking for one. Which means if you don't like the outcome, I'm sorry, but you're in no regard to trash me or be toxic because of it. But there are a few ground rules for my requests.

Must be 18+ to make a request, considering my page is heavily adult. If you don't have your age on your profile, I unfortunately won't follow through on your request.

SFW and NSFW is welcome but I won't be doing incest/non-con/hurt no comfort/anything involving minors, nothing of those sorts. So please don't be offended if I don't take your request.

I'll more than likely only be doing one request a week because I want to produce good content. So it may take some time if requests manage to pile up.

And I will only be taking requests for certain characters/media because I like to only write characters I'm familiar with. That way I know what is canon/not canon/lore accurate/out of character, etc. Here's the list of content I will take requests for...

Arcana

Resident Evil

Overwatch

Dead By Daylight

Genshin Impact (depends on the character)

Stardew Valley (depends on the character)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Spiderverse

Supernatural (Sam & Dean, I'm early in the series)

Black Butler

Castlevania

Redactedverse (depends on the character)

Some helpful reblogs for ideas <3

The Witcher (Geralt of Rivia)

One piece (very early in show)

Lastly, any request is still considered a work of my own. You're not at liberty to repost any of my work as your own without credit even if it is your request.

Anyhow, I think that's everything. Thank you for all the support, loves <3 I hope y'all give me some good ideas for writing.

[elvenxwarrior]

So this is a writing blog!

So, I'll start off by saying I'm a relatively experienced fanfiction writer. I've been writing since I was about 16, write for several fandoms and will provide a link to my AO3 if you guys wanna support me over there too!

This will be edited as and when it needs to, so I'll pin this for easy finding :]

Request Status: CLOSED

Fandoms I write for:

Obey Me! Shall We Date? [Luke is strictly written platonically]

My Hero Academia

Danganronpa [Trigger Happy Havoc and Goodbye Despair]

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Kingdom Hearts

Blush Blush

Misc. characters I write about:

Sephiroth and Cloud from Final Fantasy

Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan

Tanjiro Kamado from Demon Slayer

Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians

Things I will write:

SFW

NSFW >:3

Headcanons!!

Family Relationships [ex. Levi Ackerman as your dad or being a sibling to Makoto Naegi]

Intimate Relationships

Platonic Stuff

Angst. I write a lot of angst.

Hurt / Comfort

Drabbles and Rambles

I touch on possibly triggering topics, but do not detail said traumatic events happening in my fictions - all relevant fictions will include a trigger warning and the correct tags

More TBA ig???

Things I will not write:

P//doph//lia

Be//sti//lity [Including Pokemon]

Y//ndere

Bodily fluids (minus semen, AFAB orgasms or squirting)

If you're unsure on anything, please do ask but understand that I have every right to refuse to write either certain elements or the fiction altogether if I am uncomfortable.

Anyhow, with that all that out the way-

I write for most gender identities but you'll find that most of my older works that I'll upload have either a female reader or at the very least, in my NSFW fics reader has a vagina with no specific pronouns and my newer stuff is completely gender neutral. I'm happy to try and write for anyone but depending on what's requested might reflect my time into writing.

Examples being that female readers, gender neutral readers or FtM trans readers will be easier for me to write, whereas MtF readers might be harder for me.

tl;dr I write for everyone lmao

MASTERLIST

[cophene]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓 | vento aureo; twenty-two.

☆ ⁺ « AN EXCHANGE OF FAVOURS

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them  a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and a pretty-faced crew. notes : sci fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3.4k+

★˚⋆ I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING to get an ulcer,” you muttered. Someone jostled into your metal table and your heart nearly gave out then and there. Fugo was unperturbed, barely pausing as he brought a forkful of greens to his mouth and chewed deliberately. You would never know that he gripped an open flame beneath the table—had been gripping it since you’d all sat down.

“I’m getting an ulcer just watching you,” Trish said. “Relax, Captain. Fugo has everything under control. The way he always does.”

“If you’re so worried, I could always take the lighter,” Mista added. He eyed the tough piece of beef on his tray before spearing it with his fork and trying to tear a bite out of it.

“If it were up to me, none of you would be holding it,” you said. It was like trusting someone with your stuff but not being able to tear your eyes off of it—not because you didn’t trust that person, but because you cared about your stuff that much.

Thankfully, none of the patrol bots had caught onto the lighter yet. Fugo had taken the damn thing from your cells, into the canteen, down the lunch line and to this table without so much as a flicker. You had never appreciated your engineer’s willfulness until now and couldn’t help being a little bit in awe. Still, you were surrounded by dozens of inmates and it seemed like some lighter-killing event would happen at any moment.

Giving up on the beef, Mista set it back on his plate and allowed the Pistols free rein of it. “I don’t think the lighter should be our main concern right now anyhow. We need to figure out where JoJo is and how to get him back.”

“Do we?” Fugo said tonelessly. “Didn’t he tell us to go on without him?”

Trish retorted immediately, “But we can’t. We can’t just leave him behind once we get the Arrow. He’s one of us now.”

Fugo said nothing to that. He caught your eyes and you had to look away. You didn’t fault Fugo for his suspicions. You felt like JoJo had been showing signs all along that he wasn’t who he said he was. Even his name, Johnny Jones, rang false now that you thought about it.

You didn’t really have any guarantee that he wasn’t working against you. Whether it was that he was out to get the Stand Arrow himself or if he was getting it for someone else. But why would he have given you the lighter if that was the case? Why stick around for this long? Why give you that warning?

You didn’t want to admit it, but if it came down to JoJo or the Stand Arrow, you would choose the Arrow. Getting it to Zero was the main priority. No matter which one of the crew got left behind, you had to deliver it.

You paused at that, feeling like you had jumped the beat in a song. You were giving the Arrow to Zero because of your crew. If something happened to them, of course you would—

Continue without them?

“I bet Asswipe would know,” Mista said. He narrowed his eyes at the Pistols as once again, Number Five started bawling about something. “If we could get him to tell us, we could grab JoJo on our way out once Polpo coughs up the Arrow.”

“He’s suspicious of us enough as it is,” Trish said. “I doubt Cannolo has the clearance to find JoJo. We might actually be better off asking the inmates.”

Your crew cast wary glances at the inmates around you. No one was hostile, exactly, but like anything new, no one was willing to get too close just yet. Now that you were looking, you realized that, for this sector at least, most of the other inmates barely looked like ones. Aside from the odd grey coat here and there with Galactic Penitentiary IV on the back, everyone was more or less in their regular attire. If regular attire happened to be extremely questionable. 

“Mind if I take a seat?” someone asked from behind you.

You looked back and instantly felt underdressed, although it wasn’t like you were in a jail or anything. The guy behind you wore a tight-fitting lavender suit patterned with paisleys and an honest-to-Stars blue ascot. His hair was styled into short, blonde spikes, and probably the most atrocious eyebrows you’d ever seen sat above his eyes like fluffy bunny tails.

“Uh . . .” Mista made a face at the guy, unsure of how to indicate that the table was already fully occupied. Nonetheless, and without anyone’s encouragement, the blonde guy shoved his tray between you and Mista and forced a seat between the two of you, nearly knocking Mista’s ass to the ground.

“Maxx, Sports Maxx,” the guy said with a smug quirk of his lips. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Literally who asked?” Mista grumbled, pushing his tray and the Pistols pointedly away from the guy.

“You must be the notorious Passione I’ve been hearing so much about,” Maxx continued pleasantly. “I’m so glad I can finally talk to you all.”

Nobody said anything. It took everything in you not to duck under the table to check on the lighter again.

Maxx took a drink from his water. “There’s less of you than I remember. Are you missing a crew member?”

“What do you want?” Trish asked tartly.

“You want information, don’t you? If you’ll allow me, I’d be happy to oblige.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose. Had he managed to overhear your crew somehow? Or was he just being arrogant? It was almost as though he’d been biding his time, waiting for the exact moment to drop in on your table.

“We’re fine, thank you,” Fugo said, placing another forkful of greens into his mouth.

Your crew’s coldness didn’t ruffle Maxx in the least. He continued eating leisurely as though he had all the time in the world. For a few minutes, his gaze rested on the Pistols tearing the cut of beef apart. With a start, you wondered if he could actually see them before he perked up again. 

“There’s no need to be shy. If you want to know anything, I’d be happy to tell you. We’re all friends here.” He nodded at Fugo. “How’s Polpo’s lighter?”

For a second, you thought Fugo might chuck the lighter into Maxx’s face.

“How do you know about that?” you couldn’t help asking.

“Everyone here knows about the lighter,” Maxx said. “We’ve all tried it at one point or another. No one’s been successful, but don’t let that deter you. None of us really had the will, I don't think.”

Maybe that was why no one had given Fugo a second glance about the lighter. They were used to it as some kind of inside dare. Likely, they didn’t know what they would gain if they had been able to complete Polpo’s task.

Over Maxx’s head, you traded looks with Mista.

Should we trust him? you asked with your eyes.

Hell no. Flacker sat down like he owned the place.

How else are we going to get JoJo back?

We could ask literally anyone else besides him.

But he’s right here.

Yes, and?

“The patrol bots didn’t let one of our crew members pass,” you decided to say, ignoring Mista’s exasperated look. “He got taken away somewhere. We need to get him back.”

“Black-haired kid with the green eyes?” Maxx asked.

“Yes. Do you know where he is?”

Maxx tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I might have seen him. He’ll probably be in the warden’s office while they try to reconfirm his ident.”

“And where is that?”

Maxx shrugged. “You’ll have to pay me for that.”

“We don’t have any credits on us,” Trish said.

“Shame. Maybe you’ll have to pay me some other way.”

Trish frowned. “Like how?”

Maxx gave her a significant look. Instantly, she turned as pink as her hair and crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. Strangely, though, Maxx wasn’t looking at her anymore. He’d pinned his gaze on you instead.

“Well?” he said expectantly. “What will it be?”

You baulked. “What are you talking about?”

“My cell doesn’t have a lot of privacy but there’s a chapel that people usually steer clear of. Or we can go somewhere else if you'd rather set the mood.”

"Set the mood for what?"

Mista slapped an aggressive hand against Maxx's back. Trish was still pink and Fugo looked murderous.

"Why do you lay off with that? Trish is right there, wouldn't you rather ask her?"

"Excuse me?" Trish retorted.

"I agree. That's our Captain you're speaking to," Fugo said.

"Whatever you need to Trish can do I'm sure I could do it just as well," you said, a little bewildered.

"Oh, I'm sure of it," Maxx laughed.

“Like hell,” Mista said contemptuously.

“Why not? The Captain has agreed to it, have they not?”

Fugo scoffed. “As if we’d ever let that happen. We’d kill you first.”

“Why is that? Do either of you have some claim already?”

Your eyebrows drew together. The point of the conversation had yet to hit you and, honestly, you were afraid to ask.

Mista and Fugo both began speaking at the same time. They shut up, looked at each other, then coughed and looked away.

Maxx’s eyes gleamed. “As I was saying, there are other ways to pay me for services rendered, Captain, whether that be physically or—”

Mista and Fugo got to their feet at the same time. Fugo shoved the lighter into Trish's hand while Mista hauled Maxx bodily out of his seat. Maxx looked distantly amused as the two frogmarched him into a corner, and from there, you could only make out snatches of their heated conversation.

“Do I even want to know?” you said to Trish. For a second, she only looked at you, then she huffed out a little laugh. She surprised you by taking your hand from the table and squeezing it.

“Never change, Captain.”

“ . . . I won’t?”

Trish smiled and it made your heart stumble a little. She let go of your hand but the warmth from her hand lingered.

She glanced at Mista and Fugo still berating Maxx by the corner, then briefly at the lighter. “That didn’t go how we expected at all,” she said briskly, sweeping right back into business. You tried to finish the rest of your food but you were too pent up to eat.

“How are we supposed to get to the warden’s office?” you said. “Who else here can we ask?”

Looking around, you noticed everyone pointedly keeping their gazes away. Not that you blamed them. It was obvious your crew stirred up trouble.

“Look over there,” Trish said, shrugging her left shoulder. There was one person who didn’t avoid eye contact with you. Actually, she was staring at you without a hint of shame. She quirked her blue-tinted lips, then rose slowly from her table and made a show of leaving the canteen. An invitation to follow, if you’d ever seen one.

“Fifteen minutes before we have to go back to our cell,” Trish said before you could ask. “Think that woman can help us?”

“It’s worth a shot.” You considered getting Mista and Fugo to join in, but they were still preoccupied with Maxx. Making sure Trish had the lighter secure, the two of you waited for the patrol bots to look the other way before slipping out of the canteen.

The woman was leaning against the wall directly outside. She flicked her fingers at you in a mock-salute.

“So you wanna get to the warden’s office,” she said without preamble. You couldn’t help feeling a bit miffed. Were the acoustics in the canteen so good that everyone could hear everything your crew said now?

“I bet it’s got something to do with Polpo’s lighter, huh?” she said, smirking at it.

You quickly filled her in about JoJo getting taken away. Fugo would have been appalled at your giving information away so easily but you were starting to get impatient. Help was help and flack any strings attached.

Besides, this woman had to be more trustworthy than Maxx. Her striped pants and tank-top made you squint a little, but you liked the little crow's feet on her headband. Trish seemed to like the blue dotting beneath her eyes.

“Oh, I can get him out no problem,” the woman said.

“And that would be how?” you asked.

“Don’t worry your pretty head over the details. I can get him out but you don’t have any credits,” the woman mused regretfully. 

Trish was quick to add, “And we’re not willing to pay by any . . . unsavoury means either.”

The woman considered that. “What about an exchange of favours?” she said. “One inmate to another.”

You glanced at the lighter. You felt a twinge of unease, but if this woman kept her word, it would save your crew a great deal of trouble. You had learned a long time ago to build bridges where you could. “We’ll do what we can.”

“That’s all anyone can ask for,” the woman said. She gestured for you and Trish to come closer. “One of these inmates here keeps a little bird in their cell. I want you to get it for me. Then, I’ll get your boy out for you.”

“A little bird?” How the hell had that gotten past the patrol bots? This place was starting to seem less and less like the fearsome Galactic Penitentiary IV everyone pissed their pants over.

The woman nodded. “It should be no problem for you. I’d get it myself if it wasn’t such a hassle.”

“Is that it?” Trish asked. “That’s all you want?”

“Mhm.”

“Which cell number is it?” you said. You didn’t know what the schedule was after lunch, but hopefully you would get another chance to wander around the sector before lights-out.

“A23. He’s always sleeping, so you shouldn’t have to worry about him.”

“Will you be able to keep him for a while? We’re not leaving until we finish Polpo’s lighter test,” you said.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” The woman bared her teeth. “Just get me the little bird and it should be smooth sailing from there.”

“Can I ask why you need it?” Trish asked. She passed the lighter between her hands and you couldn’t tell she wasn’t one-hundred percent on board with the plan. Nonetheless, she was probably the most concerned about JoJo’s well-being besides you, so like you, she must have felt that you didn’t have a lot of options. This woman was better acquainted with the penitentiary than you were. If she said she could get JoJo out, you just had to trust her.

The worst she could do was not get JoJo. In that case, you would just have to bust him out yourself.

“People can have their fun, can’t they? I just want the bird. It doesn’t have to be deeper than that.”

You realized that you still didn’t know the woman’s name and sheepishly asked her for it.

“You just call me Gwess,” she said, with another blue-tinted smirk. “Bring the bird to me as soon as you can. I promise I’ll have your boy by then.”

You shook hands with Gwess and parted ways. An announcement sounded overhead, directing everyone back to their cells. Under the watchful gaze of the patrol bots, you and Trish filed back into your cells. The back of your skull prickled, even though you weren’t the one with the lighter. It was a miracle that you’d gotten so far without anyone noticing. Everyone else who had done the test must have idiots—

[PRISONER FE20026, PLEASE STOP AND FACE THE SCANNER.]

You and Trish both paused. The patrol bot repeated its message and your stomach dropped to the floor.

Trish turned slowly, holding the lighter behind her back. It was no use. The patrol bot flashed red.

[ CONTRABAND DETECTED. PRISONER FE20026, PLEASE REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE AND WAIT FOR THE NEAREST AUTHORITY. FAILURE TO FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT. ]

“Shit,” Trish whispered. Her green eyes flashed to you. “I’m sorry, Captain.”

“It’s not your fault,”  you whispered back. If it hadn’t been Trish it would’ve been someone else. It was only a matter of time until the lighter would have been detected and you suspected that was Polpo’s intent.

“I’ll figure something out,” Trish said, and you almost couldn’t handle how guilty she sounded. Her eyes darted down the corridor behind you, never mind the fact that there was nothing down there. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, then glanced up to the ceiling.

“Give me the lighter,” you said.

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Put it into Party Rock like I should’ve done from the beginning.”

“You can’t!” Trish hissed. “Polpo specifically told you not to. You’ll go against your agreement.”

“I don’t give a flack. They’re going to put the lighter out and then we won’t see Polpo at all. He was lying. How could he possibly know whether or not I use my Stand?”

“The lighter could be his Stand! We’ll figure out some way to get the lighter back. But you can’t use your Stand, Captain!”

“Trish, we don’t have time for this!” You lunged for the lighter but Trish backed out of your way. An irrational surge of anger rose in your chest. You had already wasted enough time jumping through hoops for Polpo. You should’ve just held him at elector-point and threatened to blast his brains out if he didn’t hand over the Stand Arrow. You weren’t even sure how much time you had left. A week and half? Less than that? Zero didn’t deserve to be kept waiting for that long.

“Give me the lighter,” you snapped, trying to snatch it from Trish. Again, she moved out of your way, setting her chin. 

“Listen to me. This isn’t right. If Polpo told you not to use your Stand, then don’t!” 

You ignored her and tried to catch her arm. With surprising speed, Trish brought that very arm up and under your chin, forcing you back until she had you pinned to the wall. The patrol bot looked on impassively as you and Trish stared at each other, the lighter flame tickling the skin of your neck.

“Don’t do this,” Trish said slowly. Her face was very close. “Can’t you trust me on this? I know something bad is going to happen to you if you do.”

You realized that there was no use arguing. Trish was dead-set on this. Maybe it was her Upper Space morals, but for some reason she thought your agreement with that human-bed Polpo was supposed to mean something. Wasn’t she a space thief? She should know by now that you did what you did to stay ahead and nothing else.

You forced your body to relax. “You’re right,” you said, your voice low. “I was just worried about you. I don’t know where they’re going to take you. I thought I could hide the lighter so at least they wouldn’t take you away.”

Trish’s arm didn’t relax. “I’ll be fine.”

You smiled. “I know.”

Blood rushed to Trish’s face. You leaned forward, closing the small space between the two of you. Even now, Trish smelled slightly floral, a relic of her Upper Space days.

Trish hadn’t trapped your arms behind you—you always reprimanded her for that because it was the one thing she never learned from the restraining holds you taught her. Without hesitating, you swiped the lighter from Trish’s fingers and between one blink and the next, the lighter was in a Stand card and then out of sight.

Trish’s eyes were closed. Maybe she’d thought you were going to kiss her. When she opened her eyes again, bewilderment and then betrayal filled her eyes. The expression knifed your heart but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel sorry. You had to get that arrow to Zero. No matter what.

A guard came by to check Trish over, annoyed when he found nothing amiss. He reset the patrol bot, then snapped at you and Trish to get to your cells. This wouldn’t be the first time you were at odds with Trish you thought, trying and failing to catch her eye. She was still too soft. Things would work out fine. You had no other choice.

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Finally got around to writing my part of the gift exchange with @nateobite who wished for some bottom!Charles :3c

Just For The Moment

Tags: PWP, Outdoor Sex, Barebacking, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Body Worship... I think that’s it

Spoiler warning for Chapter 4.

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Arthur is down to his jeans when Charles pipes up from where he's watching him undress a few feet up the peer, mouth pulled into a skeptical frown.

“And you're sure he won't mind?”

With a clink of spurs, Arthur's boots are thrown on the growing pile of clothes by the lakeside. “Who, Hamish? Nah. Real relaxed, him. You'll be just fine.” Arthur pauses, jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips.

“Was his idea, now that I think back on it. 's been tryin' to meet 'that feller of mine' for a while now, heh.”

Closer than expected, Charles asks, “What did you tell him?”, his hands ghosting over the line of hair down Arthur's stomach to settle on his waist. Arthur leans into Charles's bulk behind him, hums a happy note at the kiss Charles gives his freckled shoulders.

“Nothin'. Figured it out a few huntin' trips in, clever fox he is. 'Cut the crap, son', he said– Remember Hosea's no-bullshit-voice? Exactly like that.”

“Sounds like I should be worried, then. Hosea had me shaking in my boots when he gave me the talk.”

Arthur snorts, twisting his neck to catch the look in Charles's eyes, watching his lips twitch like he's trying not to smile. “The talk? Oh, he didn't–“

“Oh he did. 'Break his heart, I'll break your face', the whole thing. I believed him on the spot.” Charles shakes his head with a fond sigh. “Was a good man, Hosea.”

“The very best.”

Arthur takes a slow breath, taking comfort in the mountain air that tastes of morning dew and pines – the familiar weight of Hosea's loss curls in his chest, a little less heavy every day. “In any case”, he says, patting the back of Charles's hand in a wordless gesture to let go.

“You got a week to think of an escape plan. So, Mr. Smith, ya fancy a swim with me or do I gotta go all by my lonesome?”

Charles nudges him towards the water's edge, then, finally allowing his smile to show; it's Arthur's favorite, the one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and his eyes glint.

“Go ahead. I'll join you in a bit.”

*

It's been years, a decade, maybe, since Arthur went skinny-dipping just for the hell of it.

The lake's clear depths are pleasantly warm, for the most part, only its very center retaining some of the perpetual chill clinging to these parts. Arthur floats aimlessly on his back, feeling a sense of peace settling into his very bones as he stares up and into the expanse of the cloudless sky. One by one, each of his worries give way to endless blue.

He feels rather than hears Charles approach, the water shifting around his swift strokes. “This is what you call swimming?”, he teases somewhere from his right, voice light, and soon after warm fingers wrap around Arthur's and tug, once.

“C'mon, cowboy.”

The midday sun comes and goes above them, and Arthur's limbs are heavy with fatigue by the time he follows Charles onto the peer. It's no longer empty but covered by an array of blankets and some pillows he must've found inside somewhere.

Arthur asks, “What's this?”, glancing unabashedly at the shifting muscles of Charles's back and ass as he makes himself at home in the makeshift nest. Charles meets his eyes and smiles, stretching languidly to let him watch his fill, utterly comfortable in his own skin.

“You said nobody comes by these parts so...” The sentence is finished with a shrug. “Been a while since we got to relax.”

“Almost forgot what it's like”, Arthur agrees and crawls into place beside him. Charles's gaze is on him, roaming over his naked body in a way that makes a warm feeling spread in his chest, down to his very core.

Months ago, it would've mostly made him anxious; now, Arthur just raises an eyebrow – Like what you see? – and Charles hums, propping himself up on his elbows to give him a kiss.

Up here, there's nothing much to do. Hamish had merely asked for them to look after his lakeside cabin while he's taking care of some things in the city, and given how oppressive things have been at camp, Arthur jumped at the chance to get away for a while.

Charles, too, looks like he sorely needed the break: lounging on his belly with his eyes closed, his face loses some of its usual seriousness, a quiet sigh leaving the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards. Arthur can't resist playing with his hair, for once out of that tight braid and flowing in loose strands over his back, and he follows one of them all the way up to his shaved sides. “I really like this”, he tells him, palms gliding over velvety smoothness and coming away wet.

Charles blinks, looking at him through half-closed lids, mumbles, “Yeah?”, like he wants to say more but can't be bothered to search for words.

“Mhm. It suits ya.”

The sun is hiding behind the surrounding trees, shining golden patterns on Charles's skin that Arthur traces with his fingers. He comes across a few scars, some faded, some not, and gently kisses away the drops of water clinging to them. Charles rumbles wordlessly, nods at the question of “May I?” Arthur breathes against his spine, shifts to his side to allow Arthur's hands to roam over his chest, too.

He's warm under his touch, the soft give of his stomach and muscular pecs something Arthur could lose himself in for hours. Arthur felt a little faint the first time he saw him chop enough wood to keep the fires going for hours, slinging the filled bundle over his shoulder like it weighed nothing at all – but it's his inner strength, this sense of perseverance and pride in everything he does that drew Arthur in the most.

And he's all his, now. Arthur scatters kisses over Charles's shoulders, the back of his neck, lingers over the spot under his ear that makes his toes curl without fail and hums as Charles shivers under his lips. Arthur whispers, “Turn around for me, sugar”, and it's humbling, in a way, that Charles does without hesitation, legs falling open in invitation.

Arousal hits Arthur like a punch to the gut, taking away his breath. “I'm a lucky, lucky man”, he rasps; Charles merely smirks and pulls him close.

Settling between his powerful thighs, Arthur leans into a kiss that is one part heat and two parts comfort, sneaking a glance at Charles's expression and how all tension melts away under the attention. Charles kisses like he doesn't expect to get another chance, a little too intense, and Arthur lets him take whatever he needs, moaning into the urgent slide of Charles's tongue against his.

“Got all week”, Arthur reminds him, voice reduced to a husky whisper as he nips at the stubble on Charles's chin and down his neck. “Been meanin' to take my time with ya, just like this.”

“Guess that makes me the lucky one”, Charles says with a chuckle; it gets lost in a groan when Arthur licks over his nipple, worrying it until it's stiff and sensitive under his lips and Charles's hips move, grinding against him.

“Arthur...”

Putting his weight into it, Arthur pins him down, grinning as Charles's cock twitches against his. “Patience, love.” He runs his hands down his sides, presses a placating kiss to his sternum. “I'll make it worth your while.”

Arthur doesn't tease him too long, however, chasing after the soft noises Charles makes when he works his way down the trail of hair to where he's hard and wanting. Despite his lack of experience he knows Charles, knows he likes it when he takes the time to kiss and lick at his shaft before putting the crown in his mouth.

To try and fit everything inside is futile – Arthur takes enough to feel the weight of his cock on his tongue, until Charles falls back into the pillows and moans, arching into it. “Feels so good”, he praises, breathless in a way that makes Arthur's spine tingle, his own cock hanging heavy between his legs.

It doesn't take long before Charles buries one hand in Arthur's hair, the other clenching in the fabric of the blanket. He chokes out a warning but Arthur keeps him in place, groaning as he tastes the first spurt of Charles's orgasm and swallows until he has nothing left to give.

Charles slumps under his hands, laughing quietly at the kisses Arthur presses to his thighs. “Not done yet, hm? Give me a minute, my brain's not working.”

Arthur grins up at him, giving his softening cock one last peck before busying himself elsewhere, exploring the gentle slopes and valleys of Charles's abdomen and the sweat gathering there. “Gorgeous”, he mutters, tasting salt on his lips.

“Dunno how I deserve you, Charles.”

“You do”, Charles replies simply, running his fingers through Arthur's hair. “C'mere, let me kiss you.”

Crawling up, Arthur practically falls into his arms, ignoring the need thrumming in his veins as Charles draws him into a slow kiss. Home has always been a difficult thing for Arthur to define but in Charles's arms, with their lips coming together again and again, he might've found it: the place he wants to return to, always.

Here, Arthur doesn't have to think twice before he moans, “Charles”, voice full of want, and Charles hums against his lips and nods, gaze intense as he says, “Want you inside, Arthur.”

It takes a bit for both of them to get comfortable, Charles on his stomach and Arthur kneeling between his thighs, fingers slicked with some leftover Ginseng oil he found after some digging in his satchel. Rubbing a hand up and down Charles's lower back, Arthur asks, “You sure?”, chuckling as his partner merely huffs and spreads his legs a little wider.

If Arthur's patience was frayed before, it's all the more so when he pushes two inside and hears Charles's breathing hitch, exhales coming in muffled mmhs as he stretches him out. Arthur tugs at himself once or twice, cock blushed red and wet at the tip, biting his bottom lip until it stings – only after Charles gets his knees under himself to push into his hand does he pull out, kissing away the protesting whine he makes.

“Not yet”, he tells him breathlessly, matching Charles's groan with one of his own at the first, long thrust that has him seeing stars. “Fuck, Charles, so good.”

Arthur opens him up bit by bit, driving in deeper every time until his pelvis presses against Charles's ass and his length is buried in tight heat. Panting, he slows down to take in the view: Charles, on his knees and elbows, hair tossed over one shoulder and leaving his lovely back bared, muscles shining with sweat and working every time Arthur as much as shifts inside him.

Arthur whispers, “C'mere, baby”, cupping Charles's jaw to direct him into a kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy. “Takin' me so well. How're ya feelin'?”

Charles answers huskily, “Good. Full.” He nips at Arthur's lips, moaning at the hard thrust Arthur gives him. “Fuck, keep going, please–”

“I gotcha”, Arthur promises. Blindly, he grabs for a pillow to shove under Charles's hips before he flattens him against it, taking him with forceful strokes that have Charles quickly dissolving into panted moans, ah ah ah, lost to the solitude of the lake around them.

Arthur's vision goes hazy, eyes half-lidded, struggling to focus on anything other than how slick and loose Charles is for him, how every time he clenches around him, Arthur is nudged closer and closer to finishing. “Gonna come”, he slurs against his shoulder, holding himself up with one hand and clinging to Charles's hip with the other, pulling him into each move.

Charles nods, too far gone for words, opens his mouth in a silent moan when Arthur shoves himself inside and pulses, filling him up in four, five thrusts. Ears ringing, he leans against Charles and gasps for breath, caressing his heaving sides until his cock goes soft and threatens to slip out.

“Stay like that”, he mumbles into Charles's ear, scraping together the last of his concentration as he presses heated kisses down the arch of his spine. His entrance is pliant under Arthur's thumb, wet with his spend. Charles curses weakly, “Oh fuck”, voice a hoarse mess – he pushes into the curious brush of his tongue regardless, opening up for him once more.

Holding his thighs open, Arthur feels them tremble under his palms; he licks his way inside, working his mouth until his jaw aches. With how utterly sensitive he is, Arthur knows for a fact that his beard must be rough on him, rubbing against the most intimate places yet Charles sounds like he's on the edge already, panted breaths coming hard and fast.

“Touch me, please, ah–”

Arthur does, squeezing Charles's heavy cock and it throbs, dripping between his fingers. Charles comes hard, going rigid around the tongue buried deep in his ass before he collapses, sprawling bonelessly in the blankets with a whine of Arthur's name.

Short of breath, Arthur wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he answers, “'m here”, patting the closest part of Charles he can reach – his calf, as it turns out.

“You okay?”

“No”, Charles groans, then: “Yes. You broke me. I don't think I can walk right now.”

Chuckling, Arthur shuffles closer and under his arm, finally letting himself relax. Yawning, he says, “Ain't gotta be anywhere, remember?”

“Mhm.”

Despite being clearly worn out, Charles pulls him closer.

“Hey, Arthur?”

“Hm...?”

Arthur glances up, surprised by how serious his expression is. Charles cups his jaw, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone.

“You're the most deserving man I know. Never forget that.”

And despite everything it's this that touches Arthur the most, that in those searching eyes looking so deeply into his, Arthur finds only pride. He smiles and kisses the tip of his thumb, a wordless thank you.

It's all he needs to believe it, too.

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