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naavispider · 1 year

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Happy birthday, my dude! Cheers! 🥳

Tw: mention of Postpartum Depression (PPD)

Ok, hear me out! This idea just dropped out of the sky and hit me in the head!

Imagine if there was a plant on Pandora that contains pollen with high concentrations of Dopamine, and the Na’vi people use it in small doses with cases of PPD to help the mother and also solidify the bond between mother and child…. Now imagine if Quaritch trips face-first into a whole batch of these plants 👀

No because I would love to see it. I ran away with this one - it's less of a treatment for PPD that Quaritch falls in and more just a general opioid 💀 I've done drunk!Spider a lot, so high!Quaritch was so interesting to explore! It changes the dynamic so much obviously!

As usual, the recoms stomped heavily through the forest, making too much noise, not respecting the living things around them, and Spider cussed Quaritch's loud inability to blend in. Just as Quaritch span around to reprimand the boy, he lost his footing against a branch suspended near his ankle, and tripped and fell, failing to grasp hold of anything to steady himself.

"Shit!" He cursed.

Spider guffawed, and even Z-Dog and Lyle seemed to be suppressing smirks.

"That was your fault you little punk," he scolded Spider, spitting out leaves and pushing himself back up against the wet, mossy undergrowth. "Eugh!" he exclaimed, picking bits of green off his tongue.

Spider's eyes narrowed, and a frown formed on his face with a slow dawn of realisation. He knew those leaves. Holy shit.

"Er..." Now it was Spider's turn to repress his laughter. Quaritch looked up, immediately alerted to the fact that something was up from Spider's tone. "That plant you landed in," he pointed at the purple flowers with green leaves, "Did you inhale the scent?"

"Inhale the-" Quaritch looked suddenly panicked. "What do you mean?" His eyes were widened and the grip he had on his AR tightened, as if this was a problem he could ward off with bullets.

The sight of him sent Spider over the edge. He threw his head back and cackled at Eywa's sense of humour. "<Give me strength!>" he gasped a plea to the Great Mother as sobs of laughter wracked his body. This was too good.

"What?" Yes, Quaritch was definitely panicked now. "Spider, I swear to God-" but his pleas fell on deaf ears. In fact, the recom's desperation only seemed to heighten Spider's hysterical laughing fit. He turned to Lyle instead, hoping the corporal might have a clue. Wainfleet only looked startled, shrugging his confusion at Quaritch.

Eventually, just as Quaritch decided to go and shake the boy, Spider finally found his voice.

"That plant... that's a Dapophet." He continued when none of the recoms spoke. "It's a..." He thought hard for the human word so that Quaritch would understand. "an opiate?'

He stared at the squad who all stared back at him, stunned, waiting for further explanation. He tried to control his breathing, not allowing himself to give in to the hilarity of the situation any longer. "It's super powerful, the Na'vi use it for healing and pain relief, but only in tiny doses. You just ate a whole leaf, right?"

Quaritch looked stricken. Prager immediately made his way over, instructing Quaritch to sit down while he assessed him.

"Damn!" Wainfleet exclaimed as Z-dog and Mansk exchanged sniggers. "We know things have been tough lately," he said sarcastically, turning to Quaritch. "But you didn't need to go to such extreme measures!"

"Yeah, zip it Corporal!" Quaritch snapped from his seat on a rock. The colonel turned to Prager. "I feel fine, I'm okay, right?"

Prager looked unamused. "Afraid not, Sir," he replied as removed his medical torch from Quaritch's eyes and put it back into his front pocket. "Your pupils are already blown wide... if what the kid says is true, and it looks like it is, you're gonna start to feel it any moment now."

"Fuck me," Quaritch groaned.

"We're gonna have to make camp here," Wainfleet announced, eyes lifting to the purple haze spreading through the sky that signalled dusk. The other recoms accepted this readily and began pulling off their packs, setting up hammocks and securing the area.

"Spider!" Quaritch groaned out. The man had laid down on the ground, eyes closed, looking like he was trying to ward off whatever feelings the dapophet was beginning to induce. Spider approached cautiously, unsure whether he was in for it or not. "Get over here!" Quaritch growled, still with his eyes closed.

Spider stepped up next to him. "Alright, alright, I'm here..."

"You're a little shit, you know that right?" Quaritch had opened his eyes now, but still made no move to sit up.

Something in Spider sank a little, but he threw his hands up in finger guns and plastered fake cockiness over his face. "That's me!"

"Wait," Quaritch frowned. Was Spider imagining it, or had the word slurred on Quaritch's tongue? "You're not a shit, sorry. You're just... pffft... I dunno."

Spider stared. He had expected to find this highly entertaining, yet looking at Quaritch in this vulnerable state only brought a strange twinge of discomfort to his stomach.

Prager came over with a water bottle, encouraging Quaritch to drink, but the Colonel batted him away. "Jesus... I'm drugged, not starved..."

Spider shared a glance with Prager. He wasn't even making sense now.

"Kid, do you have any idea how long this will last?" The medic asked Spider.

Spider looked at Quaritch again. The doses the Na'vi used were all diluted down hugely before being given to patients, but he knew little more that that. He'd never actually asked Norm about things like this. He shrugged. "Could be hours."

"Great," Prager sighed under his breath, before moving away to organise a watch schedule on the colonel overnight.

"Hey, Spider!" Quaritch had begun to sit up. He looked dizzy, so Spider hesitantly extended an arm to steady him. He caught himself wondering what the hell he was doing. This man was his enemy.

"What?" He asked angrily.

"Why d'you hate me?"

Spider stared, shocked.

Quaritch elaborated. "I mean, apart from the obvious of course..."

Spider sat back, facing the man on the outskirts of the camp. He had never expected to have a deep and meaningful conversation with Quaritch, let alone one where the recom was drugged up. He searched his brain for an answer. "You're... a bad person?" He said, stating the obvious with a bitter voice and narrowed eyes.

"No," Quaritch said intensely, gripping Spider's arm. "Quaritch was. I'm not..."

Spider closed his mouth, which he realised had been hanging open for this exchange. Something stirred in him... what was that? Pity? Sadness? Those emotions didn't make sense here. They had no business interfering. "Er, yeah you are. In case you forgot, you kidnapped me. And held the others hostage too."

Quaritch closed his eyes, grimacing against Spider's words. A firefly floated past them, utterly unaware of the moment it was eavesdropping on.

"S'just business," Quaritch countered. "S'my job."

"So that's okay then?"

"You talk too much, you know that?"

"You called me over here!" Spider retorted angrily. Eywa. He got up to make his way to the centre of camp. He didn't want to entertain this any longer.

"No, wait. Sorry." Spider hesitated, looking down at the man he hated. "I know I'm not perfect."

Spider rolled his eyes. "Understatement of the fucking century." As he said it, he realised that he'd never heard the man apologise before - not to him, not to anyone. Not once.

That was the dapophet talking.

"I never wanted a son. Never wanted a daughter neither." Quaritch eyed Spider and Spider glared back.

"Good to know, jackass."

"Which is why I'm so surprised to find you kind of bearable."

Spider had had enough of this. Anger bubbled in his stomach, spilling up his throat and into his mouth. Biting his tongue, he summoned all his strength and shoved as hard as he could into Quaritch's shoulder. "Dickhead. You asked why I hate you? That right there is why. Oh, you never wanted a kid? Boo hoo, wanker." He glowered down at Quaritch's surprised expression at the sudden act of violence. "I never wanted to be an orphan but guess what? Shit happens."

Quaritch was gaping at him. "I've screwed up."

"No shit."

"No, quit being a smart ass for one goddamn second."

Spider paused, fists balled and ready to strike the man again.

"I was trying to say that I never wanted a kid, but... somehow... you coming into the mix..." Quaritch was talking very slowly now, as if he was thinking hard about each word. "Hell. I think it's just about the best thing that's happened to me."

Spider huffed and shook his head. The man was high as a kite. "You're still a dickhead," he replied, resigned to the fact that this whole conversation was now meaningless. Quaritch had reached the point of being completely cooked. Sighing, he pulled his arm free of Quaritch's grasp, and stalked over to the other side of the camp, dumping himself down close to Z-dog and Wainfleet. He stared off into the trees, trying to seem like he was fine. Behind his eyes, tears welled.

It's the best thing that's happened to me. He had never been the best thing to happen to anyone. And he still wasn't. Quaritch wasn't himself. He didn't mean it. But say that he had, would that change anything? Could Spider allow himself to care? Quaritch was the enemy - the embodiment of all that was wrong with the RDA and their invasion of his home. No amount of fatherly emotion would be enough to overcome that - surely?

Spider looked to the sky to prevent a determined tear from sliding down his tired face. The best thing that's happened to me.

Why did the words he most wanted to hear have to come from the man he despised most in the world?

#spider socorro #recom quaritch #oneshot #avatar the way of water #recom squad #miles quaritch #spider miles socorro #i'm back babyy #i hope this was okay!#high!quaritch

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chocotonez · 1 year

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high school sweethearts (jay/fem!reader)

a/n: ok first enhypen fic!! I had so much fun writing this :>

summary: you bring home your boyfriend Jay to finally formally meet your parents, who you love more than anything but you’re mentally prepared for them to hate him. but you’re in for a very pleasant surprise <3

warnings/genre: fluff, suggestive at some parts esp the end, reader is referred to as daughter and she her pronouns is used, swearing, your parent are so sweet and lovely and great, reader can be a bit baby-like/dramatic(?), food…lmk if anything else needs to be tagged! <3 high school au/bad boy au

As you nervously fidget with your hands, you heard a knock at the door. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's about to happen. You walk over to the door and open it, revealing your boyfriend, Jay. You pleaded with him to dress just a tad less like he came straight out of a wattpad bad-boy story, and you clicked your tongue while cuffing his flannel sleeves and straightening out the chain. You loved your parents, god, no question about it, but they were very…More on the traditional side. They were never cruel to others, but sometimes they just didn’t understand, and you didn’t want them to make any unintentionally rude comments just because they saw a guy wear earrings.

You met Jay after he frantically DM-ed you on Instagram for answers for a homework assignment to be submitted that night, and instead of being a cheat, you told him you would help him with it. You became his tutor, then his friend, then his girlfriend. You made sure he didn’t jeopardize his future and he made sure you lived a little.

"Hey," he greeted, smirking, although you could tell he was just as nervous as you were.

"Hey," you reply, trying to hide your nerves. “No swearing, don’t talk about…We’ve been over this before, just don’t get us killed--And don’t talk about that one time you snuck me out, or when you-”

“Lovie, I’m not that dumb. Relax, we’ll be okay.” He squeezed your shoulders, looking you over. Cute. A cardigan, baggy jeans, the necklace he got for you with a cami underneath, it took all his power not to drag you into the bathroom and kiss you all over your face.

“y/n? The food is ready, darling!” Your mom called, as you took a deep breath, dragging him to the dining room.

“Jay, we’ve heard a lot about you, thank you for taking care of our daughter,” your dad greeted warmly, firmly patting his shoulders. Your mom was scrutinizing every detail, and you rushed him to sit down before she noticed the chain hanging off his jeans’ belt loops.

“y/n told us you don’t have any food allergies or what not, but just in case I made vegan lettuce wraps! Oh, and smoothies of course, but let us know if you want anything else to drink,” your mom offered, setting down the meal. Jay squeezed your hand under the table, feeling you tense up.

“Awe, thanks Mrs. l/n! The food looks great--Oh, do you need any help getting that all from the kitchen?”

“We couldn’t possibly ask a guest to do that!” Your mom waved, dismissively, Jay getting up anyways.

“Good thing you’re not asking, right?” You gave a sudden side-eye, unsure how your parents would take to sarcasm, but to your surprise, your mom chuckled and allowed him to help lay out the rest of the food. Your mom turned on her favorite family-friendly radio, before dinner started.

“Jay, my daughter tells us she tutors you?”

“Oh, yeah, she does.”

“She helps your performance in school?”

“She got me to an honors diploma in less than a month,” he said half-jokingly, your dad smiling and nodding approvingly. It felt like you were watching some otome game, with the meter showing how much your parents liked Jay, and it was fluctuating with each passing second. “You raised her really well.” A few moments passed, before the silence was broken again--

“So, you wear earrings?” Your mom asked, as you glanced at him.

“Yes, she actually got me this pair for my birthday.” Your mom looked at you, but to your surprise, she nodded and smiled in approval.

“They look lovely on you! You know, kids these days, they manage to pull off so many different accessories and clothing, very progressive!” He blushed, as you fought the urge to poke his cheek and tease him, instead just giggling and nudging him.

“You know, back in my day,” your father started, “I actually wore earrings myself.”

“I can’t say you wore them as well as Jay does,” your mom joked, your dad chuckling.

“That reminds me, y/n told us you can skateboard?” Jay affirmed this, your dad laughing. “I used to be really good at skating as well! Oh, y/n will never admit this but I was quite the troublemaker when I was younger, skating after curfew, stealing gum from convenience stores, just boy things, hm?”

“Well hopefully I follow your path and grow up to be a gentleman.” You always forget how charming he is, even just in typical situations. His charisma was good at talking you two out of trouble, but you never thought it would come in handy for something like this. You stared at him while he talked, hands moving, head bobbing, a few polite smiles and some genuine ones. You were surprised at how comfortable the atmosphere was.

“You know, thank you so much for taking care of y/n. She’s a handful I’m sure, I worry we spoiled her too much growing up,” your mom teased.

“She’s sweet until she sees something she wants,” Jay indulged in their humor, your mom laughing as if he was the funniest man she ever met. “No, no really! One time I took her to get gelato, and I told her she couldn’t share with mine and she was whiny the whole way home, it was cute,” he beamed, squishing your cheek as you felt blood rush to your face. “Oh! This one time we went to the mall and she refused to leave until she got a toy from the claw machine.”

“y/n, was that the bear doll you brought home?” You nodded at your father’s question, him snorting. “You should hear her! ‘Oh Jay got me this, Jay got me that,’ as if we didn’t get her allowance! It’s so…Are your parents okay with you spending so much? There’s a whole corner of gifts from you!”

Jay waved a dismissive hand, smiling. “It’s my own money.”

“He saves well!” You interrupted. “He’s good with money.”

“Unlike you?” Your dad joked. “How is she in school?”

“An absolute troublemaker, so noisy…” Jay shook his head in fake disapproval. Your mom and dad laughed, continuing their barrage of questions on how your behavior is, if he makes good choices himself, family life, school life, friends, if you’re making good choices or not. He tried not to die inside when they asked about marriage or moving in, how college was gonna go for the two of you, he didn’t want to think too much about a future when what mattered was you, with him, in the moment.

“It’s getting late, but…” Your mom stood, retrieving something from the counter, a small black gift box that was wrapped in purple ribbon. “y/n tells us you like that sort of alternative fashion, and since you’ve been so kind to our daughter, we wanted to get you something.” You didn’t expect this, as usually when you mentioned a possible romantic partner they panicked and held such a high level of distrust you could’ve never made it work--but this night went too well, even them getting him a gift. Inside was a bracelet, black beads with a single diamond charm in the center.

What the fuck.

“Your birthday is April right?” Jay nodded, still taken aback. “We hope you like it.”

“Thank you so much, I can’t take this from-”

“Good thing you’re not taking it! It’s a gift from us, you’re not taking anything,” your mom stood, dad and you following as you began the preliminary goodbyes. “You make our daughter happy, we cannot thank you enough for that.”

“Come by for dinner again! I want to tell you stories from my day,” your dad nodded, giving him a handshake while your mom squeezed Jay in a hug. You couldn’t help it, sniffling and crying a bit at the scene. “Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

“You guys like him so much,” you sniffled.

“Are you jealous?” Jay teased, excusing himself and wrapping his arm around you. You were the cutest thing in the world, every time your parents thanked him for taking care of you he fought the urge to tell them how he would literally do anything for you, anything to make you smile and keep you safe. From the small things like making sure you wore your seatbelt, walking you home, or always being on speed dial, to the things he didn’t tell you; deciding not to drink anymore because you got worried, getting into a fight with the guy who was talking badly about you, getting rid of shady relationships…Seeing you cry was heart-breaking, but he couldn’t help but laughing at how cute you were. “I told you I’d never make you cry, y/n.”

“I just didn’t think you’d like him so much!” You explained, as he wiped your cheek. “I just really wanted you guys to like him, and you do, and I’m just really happy,” you laughed at yourself, your dad patting your head as your parents and Jay chuckled. Jesus fucking christ he would die for you, and although he wanted to make you cry in different ways, this was pretty adorable too.

“Oh…What are we going to do with you?” Your mom offered him a pitying smile. “Feel free to go home, it’s getting late. He pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head and wiping your face again.

“Love you,” he mouthed, before turning back to your parents. “Thank you for having me and being so kind, you both raised a great daughter and I’ll do my best for her.” They exchanged goodbyes, as you finally calmed down a little from your happy sobs.

“No, but really, why’d you guys like him so much?”

“Well, do you like him?” you nodded. “And he makes good choices?”

“Most of the time.”

“And he makes you happy?” You nodded again. “That’s all we could ask from someone. We want you to be happy, darling, now go get ready for bed, we love you.”

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Two am, parents left for a business trip and would be back tomorrow night, and although you mostly cooled off from dinner you couldn’t help but giggle and kick your legs at seeing him in such a domestic, typical boyfriend-y setting. You heard three knocks on your window, as you rushed to open it, Jay practically scrambling in.

“Did they like me? Did I do good?” he asked immediately, shaking you by the shoulders.

“Where’d all that confidence go?” You teased, sitting on your bed as he paced around your room.

“What if they thought I was annoying or too loud or too talkative or--” You grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him down for a kiss.

“They would’ve called the cops on you then. You’re cute when you’re nervous though.”

“You literally cried tonight, don’t you dare tease me,” He pouted, kicking his shoes off and dragging you to cuddle in bed. “I’m just happy, you made it seem like they’d drive a stake up my ass.”

“You’re just lucky to be so likable,” you poked his cheek. He was pretty, features illuminated by your night-light, the smell of cologne lingering on his clothes.

“Where are your parents anyways?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“Business trip, they’ll be back tomorrow night.” Upon hearing this, he began dragging a finger down your spine, and without even looking you knew he was smirking. “You’re a liar, you know?”

“Why’s that?”

“You told me you’d never make me cry, but--” He grabbed your face to kiss you, free hand running over your sides, and you felt him smile into the kiss before parting to press his forehead against your’s.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle tonight.”

#enhypen x reader #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen jay park x reader #I cant tell if I hate this or not #it was fun to write tho!#i hope this was okay!

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comet-the-frog · 14 days

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Some doodles I did of @squidthesquidd 's Minecraft Submas AU because the angst is amazing

Transcript under cut:

1st page:

Emmet: "Ha ha... Wtf is that?"

*shrieker noises*

2nd page:

Elesa: "He can always respawn if he gets in trouble, I'm sure he's fine"

[He was in fact, not fine]

#submas #pokémon #i hope this was okay!#pokemon emmet #ingo and emmet #subway master emmet #emmet #pokemon ingo #ingo

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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Childe, "Don't touch me. We're fighting." Romantic please? :) <3

Gods, this man was infuriating.

It was a petty argument, really, just the result of too many bad days for the both of you. He was tired from fatui work, you were tired from your own work, and fighting fire with fire is never a good idea.

Actually, he wasn't fire. He splashed oil onto the flame and smiled as it burned ever brighter, flames dancing before his eyes in a bedazzling yet dangerous light show- shit you're getting distracted--

"Look, I just want you to take care of yourself more!" You groaned, rubbing at your temples with one hand as the other rested on your hip. Childe simply shrugged, plastering another bandage over his arm while smiling up at you.

"Aw~" He cooed, and you could feel your eye twitch. "Are you that worried for me?" His smirk never wavered, and he stood up to look at you eye to eye.

"DUH?!" Came your exasperated reply. As you thought of another probably useless argument, gloved fingers cupped your cheek, and you immediately smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me. We're fighting." He raised one eyebrow, a light smile playing on his lips, and you resisted the urge to smile right back. Childe was smart, adept in battles of all sorts- and damnit you were losing this one.

As his arms snaked around your waist, at last, you gave in; your arms looping around his waist and his around your shoulders. The light scent of his cologne brought a smile to your face.

"Ajax, I'm serious..." He laughed at the way your voice was muffled from his shirt, and he pulled back to look at you.

"I know, angel," Childe hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "And I'll be more careful, I just wanted to tell you that when you weren't angry at me." You rolled your eyes with a light grin, your hand gliding down his waist to jab at his ticklish sides, and he nearly squealed at the contact.

"....I'm still mad at you."

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble! [CLOSED]

#i hope this was okay!#kywrites #childe headcanons #childe x gender neutral reader #childe tartaglia #childe imagines #childe hcs #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin childe #genshin impact #tartaglia

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fromxgrace · 4 months

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❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞

@fallesto: "it’s okay to be afraid, you know." ⟶ accepting prompts! (high fantasy, mature themes, dark)

The night was cold and wisps of air whispered through the gnarled branches overhead. Something felt off that night as the fellowship huddled together around the campire. Within seconds, a swirl of darkness spat out the cambion creature—Mizora.

"It’s okay to be afraid, you know."

Daemon's eyes narrowed as she, the devilish cambion, decided to impart her supposed wisdom upon the camp that night. Her words, dripping with sarcasm, were met with a cold, dismissive gaze from the fallen aasimar. He scoffed, unimpressed by her supposed sudden compassion. "Oh for fucks sake, you wouldn't know fear if it stared you in the face. You've never been in a position where it mattered, where it clawed at your insides, eating away at you every damn day."

A bitter edge seeped into his words, a resentment that went beyond their current exchange. "And I am not afraid," he continued, a note of frustration lacing his voice. "I'm just sick and tired of all this nonsense. Sick of being tangled in the whims of others, whether celestial or infernal. So, spare me your faux empathy, devil. It doesn't suit you."

#˗ˏˋ𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞�� 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨ˊˎ˗ ┊answered #fallesto #thank you for sending this in!#i hope this was okay!#i just kinda winged it

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strawbbfluff · 5 months

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Hey I saw you write for TVD.

Can you please write Jeremy Gilbert X Reader headcanon where he finds out Reader is ticklish. If you don’t write for Jeremy anyone from TVDU is okay:)

jeremyyyyy AUGH i love him

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you guys would be hanging out at his place, playing some stupid video game together but altogether just enjoying each others company

that is, until you “betray” him and kill his character off in the game

“y/n! we were supposed to be a team!”

“yeah, but that got boring! i had to spice things up a little~”

“well, if you wanted to ‘spice things up,’ all you had to do was ask, gorgeous.”

you’d roll your eyes at his impish reply, scoffing before you felt his fingertips run up your waist

it was probably supposed to be a sensual move, but curse your sensitivity, eh?

“j-jeheher! watch it. that tickles.”

“proooobably shouldn’t have told me that after what you just did.”

he’d be on you in no time, and you really would have no chance. i mean, the guy is a vampire hunter. what could a mere human like yourself possibly hope to achieve in escaping?

your hands would be pinned under his knees, and he’d probably scribble into your underarms until you cried a little. that, or begged him to stop enough for him to be satisfied

“…you’re a jerk, jer.”

“you love me anyway.”

#i hope this was okay!#ler!jeremy #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #tvd #tvdu #tvd fic #tvd headcanon #tickling

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kabukibun · 1 year

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How we feeling 'bout Scara worshipping transmasc!S/O's T-dick?

❣️❣️❣️❣️!!

I stand with Scara having an oral fixation, so he can't pull himself away from your cock. He's sloppy with it, spitting on your cock to make the lewdest of sounds once his head starts bobbing up and down. He looks up at you, grinning as he mumbles with a mouthful of cock, "Pretty boy's cock was made just for me, huh? C'mon use it to fuck me already. Got you all nice and ready so just put it in." He pulls away with a pop, turning around to present himself, hole twitching around nothing.

You slide in rather easily, groaning at how tight and warm he was. Your hands glide down his back, watching how he arched as your dick prodded in all the right spots. "Fuuuck, so good, such a good cock. And it's all for me. Fuck me, fuck me please." He babbles on and on, ass bouncing back to gain some friction. You pick up your pace, pelvis slapping against his ass, dick throbbing as your orgasm approached. "Yes, yes, I love it. I love your cock! Harder, more, please." You do your best to appease him, slamming into him with long, powerful thrusts until Scaramouche came with a yell. You too, chased your orgasm right behind him, whimpering as the sensations racked your body. Scaramouche's clenching hole was soon too much, sensitivity making your cock ache and you pulled out with a hiss. Scaramouche whines, but doesn't push to keep you inside of him. Instead, he presses a chaste kiss on your chest, snuggling into you as he breathes in your scent. "How long do you think you could last if I only used my mouth," he whispering, laughing as he watches your cock twitch to life.

#scaramouche smut #i hope this was okay!

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izzyeffinhands · 4 months

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❛ if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you. ❜

They had finally made love the night before and Frenchie was already aching for Izzy again. He couldn’t help it, he supposed. Izzy was fucking beautiful. Knowing how he sounded in the morning and when he came made Frenchie crave him like a drug.

He’d pulled Izzy aside on deck to go over some maps but he also just needed to tell the other how much he still wanted him in case Izzy forgot.

Frenchie sometimes forgot stuff, so he figured it was universal.

Everyone knew about their shared night, considering they left the captain’s quarters around the same time to make their morning rounds and Lucius was accidentally kicked by Frenchie’s big feet (the crew had slept on deck because of the heat,) but Frenchie still enjoyed keeping the specifics of their sex-life to themselves.

“Your ass looks great in those leathers, by the way.” He added with a wink. “I’m really trying to be a professional, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” He shrugged, blushing from being vulnerable.

(frenchie, elyrianinspo)

Theirs had been a love that bubbled in the background of their former captains. Fuck. It had taken everything, absolutely everything, for Izzy to move forward from Ed. When you’d spent a majority of your life pining and caring for someone, it was excruciatingly difficult to break free from them. He had to have his leg chopped off for him to finally see that. It was tragic, but things were as they were.

Frenchie had been a constant background support of his own. He’d been the one to first talk to him from the crew, to say.. what Blackbeard is doing is wrong, and to say that he knew Izzy was taking the torture for the rest of them. Fuck, he’d lost toes. He’d been beaten. He’d had knives thrown at him. Somehow he thought he could keep that side of the abuse hid from from them but that wasn’t the case. Frenchie was always a great observer and he’d seen the agony Izzy went through. He’d done nothing but support him, even as he frustratingly pined for his former captain. Frenchie had waited for him and Izzy had finally given into his requests.

Oh and fuck was it beautiful. It was everything a first-mate could have asked for. He was sore from it really even as he stood on deck; the best kind of sore. It had been a hot minute since Izzy had been physically intimate to that extent and Frenchie received years of pent up lust in one explosive night. No wonder he was pining for more.

Izzy tried not to grin like a cad when he heard that first comment, but a soft bit of laughter spilled from him. Izzy? Laughing? What a rare damn thing indeed. Laughing out in the open where everyone could see? He ran his tongue over his lips in just the thought of his new captain on his knees in front of him. Again. Hell, even Izzy had a bit of rose in his cheeks at the blatant flirtation. “ Oh I know it does, love. “ Did he just dote an affectionate name? Was he happy? For the first time in a very long time, Izzy was.

He took a brief look around to see if anyone was watching, holding the map up so Frenchie could pretend to look at it just as he was, but his eyes were all on the gorgeous visage of a human being standing beside him. This was all so new and fresh, and Izzy enjoyed every minute of it. And now, he just teased. “ Who’s to say you shouldn’t just drop on your knees, *Captain*? “ He accented that. Frenchie was captain now.

“ Fuck, you still even smell like me.. “ He groaned, eyes raising and practically pleading. “ Let me tell the boys to fuck off. We can go try to break more things in your cabin. “ Because they did, very much, break shit.

@elyrianinspo

#elyrianinspo #I hope this was okay!#Captain Frenchie with all the confidence is smexy to him #needy ass little gremlin and content cryptid

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avastyetwats · 1 month

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Light My Fire

Continued from here. @unicornondeck

He wasn't exactly surprised to find Izzy out here deep in the night, but he was pleasantly surprised to find the deck mostly empty aside from the pirates assigned to the night watch. But they were keeping to their business - to their work - and so Flint, unable to sleep, toyed with the idea of joining Izzy for a little while. Though, he wasn't sure if his company was wanted, despite the two of them growing... close. But given how late at night it was, and where he was choosing to spend his time, perhaps he was wanting some time to himself...

Really only one way to find out.

The Captain makes his way over, quietly as to not startle him, but what does seem to startle him was Flint lighting his cigar for him. No warning, no heads up, not a word uttered as he approaches and lights the other man's cigar, something someone may find or think... intimate. Especially with the way Flint's eyes locked onto Izzy's face, and then with his eyes when Izzy's met his. They were practically gazing into one another's eyes now and Flint couldn't help but flash him a slight smirk. One that grew when he felt that warmth, that flutter, within his stomach, eventually spreading into his chest. Both from the prolonged eye contact and the closeness of their bodies. Flint isn't quite sure what possessed him to do such a thing - or maybe he does know - because fuck does he feel... something. Something he's been feeling more of each day the more time he spends with Izzy Hands. Attraction. Interest. Want. There's certainly a... spark, but Flint won't dare speak on it.

Eventually he breaks the eye contact, letting out a quiet chuckle as nods and looks out to the ocean for a second. "Can't sleep?" He asks, turning to then lean against the railing as though intending to stay for a bit, while gauging Izzy's reaction to him doing so. Just in case the man wasn't up for any company. Because if there was someone that understood wanting and appreciating privacy and solitude, it was Flint.

#intimate indeed #especially with that eye contact lmao #i hope this was okay!#c; james flint #unicornondeck

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"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" - @umbrellamedic //it won't let me send the image on anon I'm sorry x.x

Type Bingo || Accepting!

"You can say that again. It's true, you don't disappoint..." Roman says, and it's almost a purr as he studies the results. Bertha was a relative newcomer in his life, Roman at first imagining her to be some petite little thing that wouldn't say boo to a goose. Oh, how wrong was he. Instead of opting for an easy life acting like a blonde bimbo, Bertha was one of the iciest women he'd ever had the pleasure of watching her work in his torture chamber. She was cold, calculating and cruel in her actions as she inflicted maximum pain on restrained subjects under his orders, obeying his orders with almost seeming devotion. Not once had she been swayed by tears or pleas for mercy from those unfortunate enough to be at the end of her scalpel, merely carrying out his will to the letter and didn't even do it for the money. Such dedication was a rarity even in Gotham and he'd been impressed, which was no small feat. "Though I'm curious as to why you've got no taste for the finer things in life. With skills like yours, you could be living the good life but if nobody else appreciates them, you can be sure as hell I do. There aren't enough people who understand the beauty of pain, what a gift it truly is and if you stick around, mark my words, I'll see to it you end up a wealthy woman indeed." He leaned back in his seat, appraising Bertha in all her blood-soaked glory. Gorgeous, smart and colder than a Gotham winter, every bit of her how he liked them.

#mcnomaniametus #umbrellamedic #memes ;; bingo type #I hope this was okay!#Probably set after a very gory session with Roman watching for entertainment #Bertha is a very hard worker and that's the stuff he likes!#Not only does her job but does it happily #Kinda wants to spoil her but then again he might get bitten #Because.. you know.. the virus :')

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fatedevour · 4 months

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♢ — @sungracd asked: " i'm not frightened. "

RELENTLESS MELT STARTERS

" No? How FASCINATING. It would seem that would make you part of the minority here. " Dottore remarks, his deep voice carrying through the near empty walls of the church as he stands in the doorway of a holy space that his mere presence DESECRATES. " Mondstadt and its people have no love for the Fatui after all. "

Although Dottore's reputation was a rather COMPLICATED one. After all, he was the one who slayed Ursa and granted peace to the lands of Mondstadt. For that, he is both hero and monster. Hundreds of men had tried to slay Ursa with no success. What kind of monster was Dottore that he could single-handedly slay the beast? There was admiration as much as there was FEAR in the same way that people could admire and fear the apex predators of the world. Dottore was like the monster that feasted upon those predators who had no inkling to what being PREY was like.

There was also that matter of him being a Fatui Harbinger; the second one if he is precise. ( Or rather, many hims as the second, but PRIME carried the main title. ) That alone brought a lot of conflict. Rage, fear, distrust.

So how do people make peace with the conflict of hero and enemy? The same way an animal does — that is to say, whatever promotes survival. In this case, as in many cases, it is fear that reigns supreme. After all, humans, despite their proclamations otherwise, were just animals themselves at their cores. Nature dictates that creatures do what will facilitate survival.

" That is not necessarily a BAD thing. Merely unusual. " It's also worth noting that she might be a thorn in his side. " I assure you, my intentions were nothing so childlike as to invoke fear. It's been quite a LONG time since I've been in Mondstadt. I was curious to see its changes in the years while I'm here for diplomatic reasons. " It was a true statement, though the REASON for such curiosity was anything but innocent or benevolent.

#sungracd #i hope this was okay!#i assumed main verse for the genshin!#♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )#♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 year

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Could I request some soft Setsuno smut? I really need something comforting to distract my grieving..

(I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through something right now. I sure hope this can help cheer you up even if just a little bit. Much love!!!)

~Days Too Long~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-”Are you busy right now?” Oh how he came to dread these words for the past week. It seemed like he would be cursed, stuck here at the Hassaikai forever. It didn’t help that you were going through your own battles at the moment. All he could offer you was a few phone calls and some text messages. He would much rather be by your side, holding you and consoling you right now. Instead he was busy picking up the slack from his fellow yakuza member. “Damn you Nemoto for getting the flu.” Toya has said this sentence at least twice a day for the entire week’s time. Why did it have to be him of all people to fill in for Shin? Why can’t it just be Mimic or Tengai or even Hojo for crying out loud?! He didn’t even bother bringing it up to Overhaul since it’s not likely the boss would even understand. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘just get the work done’ rather than allowing for Toya to take the day off to console you.

-When he’d returned home later that evening he frowned at seeing you bundled underneath the blankets. How long had you waited for him to get off today? He didn’t wake you up since he knew you likely needed the rest, but it was hard on him not even being able to speak to you. Imagine the surprise when you rolled over and stared at him. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and began stroking along your cheek. “Your eyes are all puffy baby. Have you been crying again?” A dumb question sure, but he asked it just to hear your voice more than likely. “yea...” you croaked out. He grimaced before standing up and slipping off his shoes, sliding into bed with you and taking the opportunity to hold his love tightly to his chest. You rolled once more to look up and face him. “Ew, you didn’t even take off your clothes and shower?” You joked weakly. He smiled and shook his head. “I forgot I guess.” A lie, a joke he returned back at you. It was nice to see you smile and hear your laugh again, even if it was a bit feeble.

-”I’m sorry I haven’t really been here for you this week Y/N. Nemoto got really sick so I’ve been covering all his shifts for him.” Setsuno apologized before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Oh no, poor Shin. I sure hope he’s okay? Is it Covid maybe?” Setsuno chuckled quietly. “You’re going through some shit and still worried about the wellbeing of someone else? God, you’re an angel you know that? Anyway, no it’s nothing like that. It’s the flu apparently. From what I hear, he’s doing okay. I figure he’s just resting up or something. I feel bad for saying this but I wish he’s hurry up and come back to work so I can get a break. I miss you yknow?” Setsuno grumbled a little bit. “You’re not selfish for wanting a break. I can totally understand. I’m okay here without you though. You don’t need to apologize so much for not being here. I get it. I mean, shit yeah I’m sad or whatever...but I know you didn’t abandon me. I can see it in your eyes, cut it out right now.” You scolded him and he sniffled. “Yeah...sorry haha.”

-For a while the room was silent save for the sounds of your lips meeting with one another. It’s hard to say just how you’d both ended up in this position. A simple kiss between lovers turned into a full make-out session fairly quick. It was nice considering it was a distraction for the both of you from the outside world. A self-set pace where you two could do as you pleased as you ignored everything else. In the back of his mind, Setsuno strengthened his resolve to make sure he got your mind off things for a while...and to make it up to you for being absent for the past week. So he kicked it up into high gear and shifted the atmosphere to something a bit steamier. You caught on almost immediately when his lips left yours and began to focus on your neck and surrounding areas instead. His hands wrapped themselves in yours, holding firmly yet not too tight. He soon found himself towering over you, blond hair tucked behind his ears as he trained his eyes on your body beneath him. You hadn’t found a single word to complain...it’s not as if you wanted to anyway.

-You’d watched as he eased his way out of his clothing. You decided to keep your outfit on considering it was just a big shirt and your underwear (which you’d slipped to the side and let fall from the bed. When he caught a glimpse of them hitting the floor, his cheeks turned a brilliant red. Even after all this time it was the most simple things that you did that made him go absolutely crazy just for you. “Can I?” He asked quietly after he made his way back into the bed. You nodded once and watched him slowly lower his face right where you wanted him the most. He let his tongue do all the work, taking care of you as if his life depended on it. His hands gently trailed up and down your sides while he tasted you, listening to the syrupy sweet moans just for him. Finally his hands settled on your hips, gripping them slightly and holding them in place as he tried to pathetically cease your writhing. You were getting close and he knew it. He was not one to hold you back from getting off. (Edging was usually done on him instead of the opposite) He watched and listened closely as you came for him. That usually swell in his heart welcomed its way right back in when he thought of the way he and ONLY he could make you feel. His eyes were so full of love for you that you can barely catch the lust seeping through. He wanted to get off too...he deserved it after the week he’d been through.

-You reached a shaky hand upward and gently cupped his cheek to the underneath of his chin. “Your turn.”

#I hope this was okay!#I tried to make it soft and fluffy!#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #setsuno toya #toya setsuno smut #toya setsuno #yakuza #eight bullets #Eight Precepts of Death #eight expendables #eightfold cleansers #shie hassaikai #minors dni #minor dni #Smut

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