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where-does-the-heart-lie · 1 year

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This is my modern/roommate au for them 💁‍♀️ I had a lot of fun coming up with the paragraph part :)

East Blue Crew Modern Au

Grand Line Crew Modern Au

Friends We Made Along The Way

Friends We Made Along The Way Part 2

Please excuse any typo’s my drawing program’s spelling check isn't the best 🙃

Some additional head-canons:

Even though they have an apartment they live and pay rent in, none of them are ever home, much. Luffy’s sleeping over his friends’ houses after hanging out with them, Ace is pretending he’s homeless, and Sabo sleeps at the hospital most of the time. sometimes two of them will be home at the same time, but its almost never all at once on any given day.

Even though they are never home, one day of the week is sacred. The day that no matter what they come home and spend the day together. Thursday. Laundry day

Luffy odd odd jobs done in the past include: possum wrangling, “get my friend out of that tree please, he’s drunk and i don’t want to call the cops”, PC setup (he didnt know anything about it, but somehow he got it all right. Somehow.), performing at a party, assisting in a lab, impromptu chore-boy, and many more.

Nami takes care of Luffy’s Odd job finances and makes sure he gets paid the proper amount. He lets her take a cut, and even though she does indeed want that money, she unfortunately knows Luffy needs that money more than she, so she doesn’t take it. The amount of self restraint she exhibits astounds even she. She is truly a saint (according to her).

The only laws that Luffy knows are 1) his friend (self proclaimed) Law and 2) the Miranda rights, as he heard them while Sabo was getting arrested that one time.

Luffy thought the Law lecture he went to was supposed to be talking about his friend (self proclaimed) Law. He wanted to support his buddy (self proclaimed), not learn about federal law!

No one has kept track of how many times Sabo has went to jail. whenever he’s asked, he changes the number every time.

Sabo had the absolute worst time getting that big ol’ tattoo across his arm. He cried a couple times through it, although he would never admit it. It was an investment that he was willing to make, however, and he thinks it turned out sick as hell. So does everyone else. Because the tattoo is sick as hell.

Ace watch shenanigans:

“hey ace, what time is it” “One sec,” he checks his watch “uhhhh 10 at night” (Its clearly the middle of the day) “Thanks, man”

Dadan calls to check in on them every Thursday night. She pretends she doesn't care about them, but the reality is not looking good for her.

Sabo has been a childhood friend to Luffy and Ace and has slept over the house they lived in with Dadan many times, but he didnt actually come to officially live with them until he was finally kicked out of his parent’s house when he was 16. Dadan has always been more of a mother to him than his biological one ever was and he treasures her even though he says he doesn’t. Actions often speak louder than words, as the two are literal besties despite both verbally expressing their disdain for the other more than praise. Sabo is clearly her favorite of the three brothers and she's the most lenient with him (which is something they all exploit).

Luffy and Ace come to live with Dadan in the au the same way they live there in canon, their fathers are not present in their lives and Garp dropped them both off at her doorstep and expected to take them in.

That’s all I got for now. These guys are fun and I love them very much :)

#my art #one piece #asl brothers #one piece fan art #flame emperor sabo #op sabo #sabo headcanons #monkey d. luffy #sabo #luffy headcanons #ace headcanons #ace fanart #op modern au #portgas d. ace #luffy #luffy’s hair is fun to draw in this version #asl aus #asl au

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olivashko · 9 months

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This blog is pure art✨✨

do you take requests? If so, what are your rules?

I'm kinda intrested ngl

I do! The only thing I ask of you is to be patient, this blog is not my main social, Ive other things to do and I can't really keep this blog very active (And don't request obviously messed up things)

But I am mostly interested in drawing fun character interactions

And uhhhh I probably won't be drawing any ships that I don't personally ship, maybe on rair occasions if I am given a very cute idea (I don't mind Sonadow and other ships, but I am willing to draw anything, if you just give me a genuinely nice idea)

Btw, I am myself a Sonamy, Silvaze and Knuxouge fan hehe

#Sonamy #sonic x amy #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #rouge the bat #Silvaze #knuxouge

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tastesousweet · 4 months

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⭒ vampire love

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary : they were each others’ go-to hookup in highschool, chris is back in town and y/n surprises him at his window. based on “vampire love” by yung bruh.

warnings : basically pure smuttttt :P & they’re both just whiney and horny idk. they get fluffy at the end tho

mickey speaks : uhhhh 1st post & im showing my whorism already !!!! oops

Y/N - 12:56 AM

are u home?

CHRIS

yea i landed this morning

Y/N

u never told me ☹️☹️

CHRIS

i know it was a busy day for me

CHRIS

i’m sorry

Y/N

well wyd right now?

CHRIS

texting u 😘

Y/N

cornball. go back to LA

CHRIS

nah im actually just sitting here watching

family guy in nick’s room

Y/N

tell nick i say hi aw

Y/N

i missed u guys

CHRIS

i missed you bruh

CHRIS

i wanna see u but i don’t want u

leaving the house this late for me

CHRIS

i’ll def come see you tomorrow tho

Y/N

oh??? that’s crazy bc i would get

“come over” texts from u at 3 am

in highschool 😭😭

Y/N

like who am i speaking to rn

CHRIS

a gentleman tf🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️!!!

message laughed at by Y/N !

౨ৎ

Y/N - 1:23 AM

you still watching tv?

CHRIS

nah i’m in my room now

Y/N

oh ok

Y/N

sooo.

Y/N

i’m at your house????

CHRIS

WHAT

Y/N

window …😊😊

chris immediately shuffles from his bed over to his window, seeing you with your face illuminated by your phone light.

he smiles and goes to text you,

CHRIS

what r u waiting for?? get up here

he looks back to see you roll your eyes in response and begin to move the same ladder you used in highschool over to chris’ window.

chris pries open the window with his bottom lip comfortably tucked in his mouth. he peeks his head out and can’t help but commentate on your situation as you focus heavily on making it up the rickety ladder. “she couldn’t wait twelve hours to see her man, wow. i must be something special, huh?”

you move your focus from your careful footsteps, up to chris, with a smug look and fuckass hat on his head. “maybe she was just a little horny and very bored.”

“she could’ve gone to sleep like someone normal.” he teases more, leaning back as she’s now made it up to his level.

he reaches his hand out and helps her into his room, “does he not want to fuck her or…?” she tilts her head and watches chris close his window.

“shut up,” he laughs a little walking towards her and pulling her into a hug (he makes sure to hold the sides of your bare hips that you purposely have on display, just so you know he saw and he appreciates it) which you embrace deeply. “hottest bitch alive,” he laughs into your hair.

you push him away, laughing at the old inside joke (before anything had happened between the two of you chris took a hit or two from a joint sophomore year of highschool and revealed his attraction to you, declaring you “the hottest bitch alive,” and of course you teased him but none the less took it as a compliment).

he hooks his hand on the waist band of your small shorts before you can get far, pulling you back and laying a soft, short kiss on your lips.

your head is at an angle looking up to him and the corners of your mouth begin to upturn as you chase his initial kiss with another and another, building passion with every connection.

he deepens the kiss while moving backwards towards the black couch at the foot of his bed. upon reaching it you push him gently causing him to fall back onto the plush surface. he draws his hand across his now wet lips as a smirk crosses his face.

chris pats his lap anticipating your willing obedience, only for you to step back and remove your teddy bear slippers you hadn’t gotten the chance to take off yet. he chuckles a little and removes his hat, throwing it behind him onto his bed, and moving his arm to rest behind his head as he lazily watches your every move.

your loose tank top and lack of bra leave little to imagine as you walk back towards him and crawl onto his lap. you try not to let the dopey grin that’s etched on his mouth effect you too much as you move his hands to hold your ass.

he begins to kiss you again, a little harder than before and adding the aspect of his tongue to explore parts of your mouth he hadn’t seen in some time. your hands ghost up his neck and one hand holds there while the other moves to his cheek.

you begin grinding yourself against his lap and he disconnects your lips to hiss at the sensation before kissing up and down your neck slowly.

girl lay yo body down on that fuckin couch

when you begin to moan lowly and grind yourself harder chris lifts you off of his lap and lays you on the couch, now hovering over you.

you’re annoyed by the loss of stimulation and groan, “come backk.” you pull at his white wife beater and chase his lips with your own.

“shhh” he whispers against your pouted lips, dragging himself down to settle on the floor below you, guiding his face between your legs and making them fall on either side of his head.

open up your legs i’m gon’ work my mouth

you whimper and suck your bottom lip in your mouth when he starts to leave kisses and nibbles on your inner thighs. he’s carefully avoiding your clothed center, taking his time loving on you.

“chris,” you let out a breathy whine and reach for his hand, bold enough to place it right at your lower tummy and waistband of your tiny fucking shorts.

chris hums against your center, finally looking up at you with droopy, infatuated eyes. you caress his hand to encourage him to adventure further into your heat.

as much as he loves to tease, his fingers curl and grip the waistband as his fingers dance along the small string of your thong. he smiles at the thought of you putting it on just for him tonight.

“baby, please,” you whine again, louder.

try not to make a sound this my momma house

he kisses the space between your center and thigh, the closest he’s gotten to where you need him most at this point. “shhh, i’ll give you what you want. jus’ gotta be quiet, ‘kay?” he mews before he presses a gentle kiss to your clothed cunt.

you just about sob and fight the urge to push your shorts to the side and force his head down yourself.

he finally sits back on his legs, moving his hands slowly up your legs. “god damn, you’re so precious,” he rasps with a smile as he slowly lowers your shorts down your legs.

“just for you,” you breathe when he’s finally pulls your shorts off and throws them behind him.

“how sweet,” he kisses your ankle before hooking it over his shoulder. chris stares up at you before his eyes flick down to your dripping core, leaving a wet spot at the center of your tiny thong.

he groans at the sight and uses his right hand to pull the cloth to the side as his left hand rubs across your lower stomach leaving butterflies in its path. he moves his index finger through your soaked folds causing you to let out a hushed yet sharp moan.

chris uses your sound of pleasure as encouragement when he dips his tongue into you continuously. when you start to buck into his face he uses his arm to hold your leg (that’s not over his shoulder) down against the couch.

your soft moans are harmonious and you watch as chris closes his eyes and begins to fully enjoy licking at your core. he moves to kiss your thigh again, replacing his mouth with his fingers entering in and out of you slowly. you watch him as he focuses on his fingers’ every move and enjoys his front row viewing of your body’s appreciation of him.

he blissfully lays his cheek on your inner thigh when you bring your hand down to his face and comb through his hair to pull his attention back to your face rather than your pussy.

he shifts his eyes up and you draw your finger across his swollen bottom lip. he slowly smiles at you before speaking, “wanna cum, hmm?”

and to his surprise you shake your head no and begin to take his fingers out of you and bring them up to your mouth.

chris lets out a whiney moan and drags himself up to be face to face with you as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. “so fucking hot.” he whispers and replaced his fingers with a rough kiss to your mouth.

you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck while he continues to kiss you. you can feel him moving underneath you to grind his hardened center against the couch cushion so you pull away from him and tell him to sit down instead.

he nods his head and you both trade positions; your face now level with his lower half just as his once was with your own.

you run your hands up his covered legs and towards his hard center and begin to stroke him through his sweats. he lets out a relieved breath as he watches you and anticipates your descent further.

you adjust your position and pull down his boxers and sweatpants just far enough that you can pull out his pulsing member. chris throws his head back and covers his eyes with his hands at the sensation of your thumb circling his sensitive head.

that bitch gon’ give me top, that’s without a doubt

you pump long, slow strokes along his cock while starring up at him hazily. you begin to feel annoyed by his lack of eye contact and pull his attention by guiding him into your mouth.

chris lets a choked moan escape and looks down to you, with a mouthful of his dick and glossy eyes, looking back up at him. his mouth is hung open subconsciously as he fights back his own excessive moans, instead he gathers your hair for you and uses all of his might to not fuck your face.

once you build a rhythm you take him further until he’s fully buried and slightly curved down your throat. his moan comes out in fractures and his grip on your hair grows tighter. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers. you go to move but stop once he pleads, “wait! no, please jus’ just stay right there, baby.” so you begin to focus on breathing through your nose as he holds your head back down.

you stay for a few moments and when you finally gag and pull off of him he thrusts up into air to almost chase the feeling while you gather yourself. “you okay?” his face is pulled tight together but you can’t tell if it’s because he’s concerned for you or his own orgasm.

you nod and his senses are heightened as you start to stroke his cock a few more times but before he can finish you confess, “baby, i want you to fuck me now…”

he gathers your face in his hands and rubs your cheek, “you know i will… but first can i cum, please?”

you shake your head with a smirk, kissing his inner hand but before you rise to your feet you kiss the top of his sensitive dick, to which he uncontrollably spills a small amount of his cum onto your lips.

he feels a little humiliated at his lack of control. “fuck. ‘m sorry i didn’t mean to-” but chris can feel his stomach recoil as he attempts to fight off finishing all over your face right now.

he watches intensely as you lick your lips slowly, tasting every bit of him, before you stand up (your thong showing every inch of your full ass while you walk) and go to lay on his bed. he can no longer see you but he takes the hint when your small tank top is thrown at him.

he exhales and begins to fully remove his clothes as well. he joins you in his bed to see you bare and sprawled out, your fingers tapping softly at your clit.

you whimper when you dip your fingers inside of you then bring them up to his mouth. he hums and sticks his tongue out. you drag your fingers across it before he’s wrapping his lips around them and sucking hard.

you bite your lip at the sight of chris being so willing and eager.

he pulls them from his mouth and smiles while guiding your hand between you both to grab his needy cock. “please.” is all he says before he kisses you.

you pump him a few times before guiding him into you slowly, to which chris moans directly over your mouth, eyes slightly rolled back. you quiet him gently by kissing him again.

i fuck her like a god, that’s without a doubt

he continues the slow pace you began as he guides himself fully in and out of you. the silver of his necklace catches the light of the moon every so often making it gleam as it sways over your face. you find it so satisfying and pretty.

you suck on his neck and whisper that you need him to fuck you hard or not at all. he immediately is quickening his thrusts into you and you muffle a cry into his neck, clawing at his back with your manicured nails.

i got that pussy wet, that’s without a drought

you’re so slick that the sound of your skin slapping together is amplified and chris prays to fucking god his mother hasn’t found herself thirsty in the middle of a rem cycle.

“i need you chris, i need-“ your words spew out and he doesn’t let up, continuing his harsh pounds into your used center.

“hold on to it, baby. ‘m so close, please,” he reaches for your hands and holds them against the mattress on each side of your head as he continues to build to a climax.

you whine and he gives in to you easily. he removes one of his hands from holding yours to rub your clit harshly, “go ahead, give me everything then.”

he continues to thrust himself into you but his eyes stare intently at your face as you fall apart beneath him and squeeze around his length. you’re a moaning mess and he quickly puts his hand over your mouth until you’re spent.

the scene alone causes him to pull out of you and let out a series of low moans while his cum falls onto your lower stomach.

to make the most out of the overwhelming sensitivity you both feel, he immediately guides his cock through your folds, crying out at the intense stimulation. as you try to push him away, and whine his name telling him it’s so much.

he obliges and unknowingly blurts more cum on your thighs as he moves up to kiss you, out of breath.

he sucks your bottom lip for a second longer before pulling apart and whispering, “hold on.” your sleepy figure just nods up to him and he breathes out a laugh before finding his boxers on the floor and walking out quietly.

you try to keep your eyes open but it feels like forever when chris finally comes back with a damp wash cloth, two water bottles, and a bowl of washed grapes (??). your eyes open timidly at the small amount of light coming from his phone’s flashlight. you can see him wearing your teddy slippers though which makes you mentally laugh, but physically smile as he approaches you.

he places the items on a side table and begins to wipe your stomach off slowly, the warmth on the cloth soothing you further. “open your legs, please.” chris already had began to physically separate them but he asks you to open them so that you feel in control of yourself anyways.

“sweet girl,” he compliments and smiles as he wipes your thighs down, kissing your stomach again before making his way to throw the cloth into a laundry basket.

you hum at him and lift yourself up to watch as he opens one of his drawers and offers one of his t-shirts to you.

you slip it over your head easily and he hands you a water bottle and your phone before crawling into his bed with you. you curl up to his chest and he hands you the bowl of grapes which you don’t question because you’re hungry as fuck, why would you deny it?

you thank him and he thanks you for coming to see him tonight.

you both smile into a kiss and you continue to finish your grapes as he closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

🍊✶𓏲ּ꩜ .��

AW! everyone cheered. and came (probably)

got inspo for the end bc of this lmao :

also go listen on spotify for vibes

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #tastesousweet #they such nasty freaks ! WHY ARE THEY SO CUTIE THO #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #triplets #chris sturniolo fanfic #smut #aftercare #first post we up

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bowelfly · 1 month

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would u be willing to do a uhhhh props with the bugs for the ko-fi commissions. specifically would u be willing to draw a mafia boss spider (his name is don opilione)??

yeah! my usual thing is $5 for a bug regular style and then you can always pay me a few bucks extra if you want like a hat or whatever on it.

#bug doodles #more $ = me spending more time on it so if you got multiple props then adjust accordingly #or you can pay me extra to make the doodle a little bigger or extra detailed

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 8 months

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Hi beautiful human

I would love to request a fic where Witch! Aggs takes witch! Reader first time 🫣🙇‍♀️

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

summary: pervy!mentor Agatha fucks innocent!student reader for the first time

content warnings: fingering, use of the word mommy, nipple sucking, uhhhh slight manipulation? it's agatha, she comes with her own warning at this point

word count: 2.7k+

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Photo Cred: Me

Whispers In The Dark

Candlelight danced across your skin as you flexed your hand, twirling the quill between your fingers. You’d been taking notes for what felt like hours, your mentor watching carefully as you concentrated on the latest chapter in her book of spells.

As it turns out, becoming a witch was more work than most people would think. You were slightly surprised when your mentor had dropped a hefty book on the table in front of you, raising a single eyebrow in challenge as you looked at her with wide eyes. That had been months ago, and your magic was steadily improving every day. Luckily, you had one of the best mentors your small coven could offer.

Turning your head slightly, you tried not to pout as you met dark blue eyes. As if sensing your sudden lack of concentration, Agatha set a bookmark between the pages of the novel she’d been lightly skimming, before turning her body fully towards you. The sudden adjustment had her knee pressing against your outer thigh, and you felt the last tendrils of concentration slip from your mind as heat spread through your body.

“I can’t focus anymore.” You said, careful to not let a whine into your words. Agatha raised an eyebrow, and you clenched your legs together as you broke eye contact, a small but noticeable blush rising to your cheeks.

Agatha smirked. Of course she knew about your little crush on her, and had used that knowledge to her advantage many times. Whenever you acted up, all she had to do was raise an eyebrow or sternly give you an order, before you snapped back into your submissive personality.

That being said, she wasn’t completely blind to her own feelings towards you. Even now, as her eyes traced your flushed cheeks and soft hair, she felt her own core start to heat up. Letting out a small huff, she pulled her chair closer to you.

Looking up at the sound of a chair moving, you blinked when Agatha’s body heat suddenly pressed against you. Pressing your lips together, you calmed your racing heartbeat as you watched your mentor out of the corner of your eye. She reached for your book, flipping a few pages as she searched for the end of your current chapter, and the sensation of her arm brushing against yours sent your mind scrambling.

A firm leg pressed against yours as Agatha fully pulled her chair up next to you, the heat shooting straight to your core. Leaning in for a closer look, Agatha counted the pages you had left before turning her face towards yours.

Your eyes shot up from where they’d been staring at her lips, and you prayed to the gods that your mentor hadn’t noticed. You really didn’t want to change mentors, Agatha was the most knowledgeable witch you’d met, and it would be a shame to lose her. Plus, you might get stuck with someone old and ugly, and you shuddered at the thought.

Smiling slightly, Agatha tapped her fingers against your book, drawing your eyes towards it. Right before you looked away, you caught her darkened blue eyes glancing down at your lips, and a small tendril of hope twisted through you.

“Three more pages, hon.” She husked, and you blinked rapidly. Taking a solidifying breath, you pressed the tip of your quill back on your parchment, willing the words on the page to stop swimming as you read.

A hand was placed on your knee, and you froze. A small huff of laughter sounded from the woman beside you, her breath caressing your ear from the lack of distance between you. Ink splattered on your parchment, and you quickly jerked your quill off the parchment from where you’d pressed the tip too hard.

Agatha laughed louder, waving the mess away with a flick of her fingers. You glared at her, before your attention was stolen by the purple wisps dancing around your parchment. She tilted her head, eyes roaming your face as you stared at the page in front of you. “Something distracting you?”

You turned towards her, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Someone more like.”

Blue eyes flashed, and you ducked your head in embarrassment. The hand on your knee squeezed slightly, and when you glanced at Agatha, you were surprised to see a small but genuine smile gracing her lips. She leans in, her eyes deliberately glancing down at your lips, “Want to play a little game?”

You felt all the blood in your face rush down to your core, and after you watched Agatha’s pupils dilate as her gaze lingered on your parted lips, you felt a spark of realization travel through you. Agatha’s feelings for you were the exact same ones you held for her, and you felt excitement rush through your body.

Fighting to keep a giddy smile off your face, you shyly ask, “What kind of game?”

Agatha’s face lights up, a predatory look overtaking her striking features as her eyes bore into yours. She scoots her chair impossibly closer, the heat of her body sending a comfortable wave of arousal through you. “If you can finish the chapter without making a sound, I’ll give you a reward.”

The words are whispered in your ear, and you shiver as a trail of goosebumps erupts down your spine. You nod, turning back to the page with renewed vigor as Agatha’s hand squeezes your knee slightly. Turning the page, you ready your quill as you focus on the words in front of you.

The hand on your knee slips under your skirts, the warmth of skin-to-skin contact shooting directly towards the apex of your thighs. It feels as though all of the warmth in your body has focused on that single point of contact, and you shiver when you feel Agatha’s eyes watching your reaction.

“Just say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop.” The words ring in your ear, swimming around your head as you feel Agatha’s hand slowly creep up your thigh. You nod, biting your lip as you attempt to focus on the last few paragraphs.

A large breath is sucked in beside you, and you turn your head curiously towards your mentor. Agatha’s blue eyes have darkened so severely that her pupils take over her irises, leaving a black abyss that’s staring directly at your lower lip. You worry it between your teeth, and smile at Agatha’s responding growl.

“Is this normal?” You ask, your eyes wide as you clench your thigh beneath her grip.

Agatha nods, a sugary sweet smile on her plump lips as she moves her hand ever-so-slightly up your thigh. “Of course hon, every mentor has to reward their student somehow. This is a rite of passage for a pretty young witch like you.”

Nodding, you accept her answer. It makes sense, Agatha always did take such good care of you. Her hands were almost constantly on your body, whether that be gripping your wrists when you attempted to cast a spell for the first time, or simply her hands around your waist as you moved around the basement drawing runes. You bite your lip again, turning back towards your book.

Nails dig into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, and your lips part involuntarily at the action. Agatha’s eyes remain locked on your lips as her other hand taps on the page in front of you. “Keep reading, hon. Don’t you want your reward?”

You jolt, remembering the game you’re playing. Without answering, you blink rapidly and refocus your attention. The hand on your thigh continues to slowly creep towards your unbearably wet center as you read, and by the time you reach the last paragraph you’re pretty sure Agatha can feel the heat of your core radiating from your underwear. You’re surprised that you managed to keep quiet, having swallowed a few moans when Agatha’s short nails scratched deliciously over your skin. The anticipation was killing you, and now that you only had a few sentences left, you were practically vibrating with excitement.

You scratched out a hasty sentence, your quill flying over the parchment as Agatha’s hand moved mere centimeters away from your embarrassingly wet underwear. Furiously stabbing a period at the end of your sentence, you set your quill down and looked over at your mentor with bright eyes.

Peering over your shoulder, Agatha skimmed your notes as you shut the heavy book in front of you. Your hands nervously twisted on the table, and you willed your hips to stay still when you involuntarily rolled them towards Agatha’s advancing fingers. After a few long moments, Agatha finished reading and turned to you with a proud look in her eyes.

“Very good, my dear, you’re getting better every day.” The words were murmured, and rushed straight to your pulsing core. You smiled, heart soaring at the praise, before gasping as Agatha’s fingers lightly stroked over your drenched underwear.

Blinking owlishly up at her, you asked, “Can I make noise now?”

Your soft voice had Agatha ready to pounce and rip the modest clothes you always wore off of your body. She refrained, instead smiling toothily and moving forward until her face was inches from yours. You glanced down at her lips, your hands stilling as you felt her hot breath fan across your cheeks. “You can be as loud as you want sweetheart.”

Blue eyes glanced down at your lips, and you leaned in, your lips just barely brushing hers as you whispered, “Am I doing this right?”

Growling almost animalistically, Agatha surged forward as her lips locked with yours. She felt your hesitant hands around her waist, and she moaned into your mouth at the touch. Taking care to not scare you off, she nibbled at your lower lip before sucking it fully into her mouth.

Surprised, you felt your hands clench around Agatha’s waist as she licked and sucked every inch of your lips. One of your hands rose, moving out of pure instinct as it buried itself in Agatha’s wild curls and pulled her closer.

Both you and Agatha moaned as your chests pressed together, and your mentor broke the kiss to stare at you with lidded eyes. Her voice was low and smoky as she pulled you onto her lap. “I’ve been waiting for ages to have you like this. To touch you like this.”

Settling yourself on her lap, you grabbed her wrist as her fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear. Pleading with your eyes, you saw her eyes soften as she leaned in, gently placing a kiss on your lips.

“I want you.” You whispered, breaths intermingling with hers as she dipped her fingers into your underwear and towards your pulsing clit. “This is my reward for being a good student, right?”

“Yes sweetheart, this is what a normal relationship looks like between a student and mentor. You trust me right?” Agatha’s words wrapped around your brain, a lavender-scented haze beginning to take over your senses. You nod. Agatha smiles darkly.

Groaning at the feel of your slick juices sliding between her fingers, Agatha circled your clit as she felt her own arousal rise. You moaned, moving to rest your forehead against hers as your hips rolled forwards.

“Does that feel good, hon?” She asked, not giving you the chance to respond before she took your bottom lip between her teeth and sucked. You moaned, canting your hips forward as she grazed your aching clit and deepening the kiss. Agatha’s tongue slid alongside yours, and you kissed her passionately until your chest was aching for air.

Pulling away, you whispered, “Yes Aggie, that feels good. It feels really good, please don’t stop.”

Smirking, Agatha’s eyes traveled over your face as she watched your reactions to her touch. She deliberately stroked a single finger over your clit, and your mouth parted in surprise. Your eyebrows threaded together as you attempted to keep your eyes open and on her. Slowly, she inserted a single finger into your wet pussy, grinning when you moaned openly against her ear.

You could barely hold yourself together. You’d been dreaming about this day for months, and it was better than you could’ve possibly imagined. Moving your mouth, you whispered into your mentor’s ear, “More. Please? You feel so good.”

Agatha didn’t respond verbally, instead letting out an animalistic growl at your plea. In one swift move, she buried two fingers into your wet heat, grunting slightly when you bit down on her neck in response.

Too far gone to realize what you’d done, you continued sucking dark hickeys into Agatha’s neck as she panted beneath you. Pulling away, you admired your handiwork before asking, “I’m a good student right? And you're rewarding me because you’re proud of me?”

Thrusting her fingers slightly faster, Agatha responded breathily, “Mommy is very proud of you hon, just stay still and pretty for me okay? Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for mommy?”

You felt a wave of arousal coat her fingers as you processed her title, nodding shyly as you moved your mouth back towards her neck. A single hand against your throat stopped you, and you gazed at her in confusion until she pulled her shirt off in one smooth motion.

“Is this another thing mentors reward their students with?” You asked, your eyes glued to her stiff nipples as you felt saliva pool in your mouth.

Agatha just barely stopped herself from fucking you deeper, wanting to take you in any way she could. Responding through gritted teeth, she circled your clit with her thumb as you gasped. “Yes sweet thing, as your mentor this is how I’ll reward you from now on. Is that alright?”

Nodding, you moved your mouth towards her chest. As you latched onto her nipple, you brought your hand up to play with her other one, enjoying the low grumble of her chest as she moaned. The fingers fucking you increased their speed, and you bit down slightly in surprise.

Pulling away, you looked up in preparation to apologize for your rough treatment of your reward. “I’m sorr-”

You were pulled back to your mentor's chest before you could get another word out, her fingers tightening in your hair as she practically forced your mouth around her nipple. You smiled around her chest happily, focusing on the weird feeling pooling in your gut.

It felt like a rising tidal wave, a tendril of heat spreading from your core to the rest of your limbs. You’d never felt like this before, and were eternally grateful that your mentor was the one showing you the ropes. After all, you were a very good student, and deserved a reward for your efforts. You felt your muscles seize up, and looked up at Agatha desperately.

“Mommy.”

At your whine, Agatha increased her pace as she pressed her thumb firmly against your pulsing clit. Nodding in encouragement, she watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. “Good girl, let go for mommy. You can come whenever you want to, hon.”

With her permission, you let your body fall over the edge you’d been teetering on for the past few minutes. You spasmed, your hips shuddering around her hand as you gripped her shoulders. Agatha talked you through it, praising you and stroking your hair as you twitched in her lap.

“Very good, sweetheart. Mommy is so proud of you, you’re such a good student for me. That’s right, hon, just let yourself relax. Mommy’s here, she'll take good care of you.” Her words finally registered in your brain, and you groaned as you pulled your head away from her chest. Your ears rang slightly from the force of your first orgasm, and you grinned at her with a dopey smile.

“Can this be a regular thing from now on?” You asked, feeling your eyes droop suddenly. You were so tired, both from your reading and the orgasm.

Agatha laughed softly, her eyes still dark as she carried you towards her bed. “Of course, hon.”

After all, she was your mentor. And mentors always take very good care of their students.

#mcu #marvel #agatha harkness x fem!reader #mommy agatha #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness #pervy!mommy agatha #pervy!agatha #requests #innocent!reader

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ask-spooky-manor · 5 months

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Toby Character Headcanons

So I was tagged with a list of questions for me to answer that I reblogged, and while none of them were sent in my inbox, I still wanted to answer some cause they were really interesting.

Trigger Warning: I do talk about how abuse has affected Toby and how it has left some long lasting scars mentally and emotionally speaking. Not all of the headcanons are like that though, just be cautious. Nothing too in detail but can be uncomfortable

Clothing style

Toby’s style is like mixing grunge with cottagecore (goblincore is what it’s usually called). He likes his knitted sweaters and earthy tones, but at the same time he enjoyes ripped jeans and chunky black boots that can basically double as a weapon.

Eating Habits

Toby has a massive appetite. You will always catch him with a snack in his hands or complaining that he’s hungry despite having eaten a full meal not ten minutes ago. He just really likes food, and people in the house know to give him an extra serving for dinner

Hobbies

Music is more of a passion so tinkering around and making little gadgets is probably his number one hobby. He mainly likes to make things that blow up. Other general hobbies he has are cooking, hiking, uhhhh arson, and drawing

Fighting Style

He’s fully aware that he’s not the strongest or fastest or even has the most endurance, but Toby is extremely clever and crafty. He thinks way outside of the box and relies heavily on all of his odd little gadgets and inventions to surprise an enemy like smoke bombs, traps, loud fire crackers, you name it. He is an unpredictable fighter because you’ll never know what he has up his sleeves, and the surprise is something he will very much use against you. Not to mention that when he’s stuck in a sticky situation, he’s really good at coming up with on the spot plans that will get him out of trouble.

Ways he says I love you

Well, he will just say it. Toby won’t shy away from using the L word on anyone he even mildly likes. Though another way he shows it is through encouraging his loved ones to take care of themselves. He will make sure you eat properly, sleep well, take your meds, etc. Also hugs, Toby is a hugger.

Introvert or Extrovert

Extrovert, which surprised him when he realized it. Toby thought he was introverted for the longest time when in reality he was just dealing with a lot of nasty people who made him feel unsafe. Being alone felt safer, but at the same time it made him miserable because he naturally gains more energy with good people around. Ending up in the manor was the best thing to happen to him because now he has buddies he can spend time with like all the time.

Religious or Non-religious?

Complicated as fuck. He was raised Christian only to kind of despise organized religions as a whole. He would say he’s an atheist if he didn’t live with a literal moon god (Ben), so now he just has a beef with gods in general (Except Ben, they’re chill). Basically he thinks about how if these beings really are all powerful, all kind, all forgiving and omniscient and good then why the fuck did none of them help him? Why did it reach a point where he killed his own father? Why was he never saved? Basically, the idea of there being a higher power gets him in a bitter mood. Best to avoid the subject altogether.

Something he could never forgive.

Toby is generally a forgiving person but the one thing he could never forgive is when someone takes advantage of the kindness he is willing to give. Classmates did it in school as a way to bully him, and his dad would sometimes guilt trip favors out of him (usually to sneak him more beer, which will end up biting Toby in the ass when facing his drunk dad later on). Just the general act of trying to manipulate Toby, knowing they can toy with the heart he wears on his sleeve, is enough for him to want that person dead.

Something that scares him.

For the small, irrational fear; Toby is afraid of the dark. It’s just a childhood fear that he never really got over. It’s fine if he’s with someone but being alone in the dark will put him in fight or flight mode. For the bigger existential shit: dreads the idea of everyone secretly hating him. His own father and peers have created this idea in Toby’s mind that there is nothing good about him. That his own existence is nothing but a burden on others, so there’s always this fear that his friends and even his own boyfriend don’t actually like him and that it’s all a front. He knows that realistically that’s not true, but it’s hard fighting against a toxic mindset that was pushed into his brain at such a young age.

Did he grow up too fast?

No, thankfully. It was Lyra who had to grow up too fast. Connie did her best, she really did, but there have been a lot of times where it was Lyra who had to care for Toby. Especially after really bad nights where their dad thought having one more bottle wouldn’t be a problem. Toby was unlucky enough to have been surrounded by people that were cruel to him, but thanks to Lyra and his mom he at least was able to be a kid from time to time.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #toby rogers #lyra rogers #ben drowned #they’re mentioned so it counts lol #headcanons

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gingerlurk · 8 months

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 1: The Heiress

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian is off-kilter. This was an unusual job from the off, but it kept getting stranger.

He thought he would be picking up a spoiled little heiress. How she had ended up in the middle of an unsanctioned and bloody conflict, been taken prisoner, and held at an old empire sprawl, didn’t interest him enough to look into, frankly. But he was at least expecting a supplicant and willing thing that would fall to her knees and be grateful to be getting taken home.

Instead, it’s you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, Reader is a rich runaway, also a badass, canon-typical violence, brief mentions of creeps with ill intentions, uhhhh please advise if there's more to add here thank you

A/N: Hi! I am completely new here. This is something I've been writing for myself to get out of a dire writing slump. But here, please enjoy. I thought it was going to end up being 12-15 chapters long, but nope (shocker). Completed on A03, I just got encouraged to share here. Also please note - to keep it low pressure for myself - I have taken almost no effort to research or fact check Star Wars canon, technical terms for ship mechanics, or space flight. But I think it still hangs together like the fun story it is meant to be (much like its inspiring text). Also I'm Australian, so the spelling is what it is. Thank you for reading!

Everything is blinding whiteness. White walls, white floors. Harsh white lighting strips disappear down endless corridors.

You wonder to yourself what it is about totalitarian thought that demands such sterility. It is colourless and uniform, you suppose. Even for a decommissioned military base, repurposed as a prisoner of war camp, the cold lonely veneer of the empire shines on.

The heavy restraints chafe at your wrists as you raise your arms, trying to shield against the glare. A rough hand tugs them back down.

‘Hey, hands in front, princess.’ The spittle-licked voice grates on you. Fine. You just want to get to a cell where you can think. Have a minute to figure some next steps. It can’t be much further.

But the hair has started to rise on the back of your neck. For some time now, your little party made up of you and your four-guard escort hasn’t passed an occupied cell. It’s like you’re in an entirely unused part of the facility. A tense inevitability settles in your gut.

One more turn and the spit-lick calls halt.

‘This place is as good as any, lads.’ He swipes his wrist against a random cell and you expect to be shoved in. But the four of them move with you.

‘What the fu—,’ you say as a hand cracks over your face.

‘It’s a lucky thing,’ the voice grunts over the sting ringing in your ears. ‘No timestamp was logged to the manifest for your release from processing, so you won’t be missed for a spell. This is a nice quiet spot so we can get to know you a little, princess.’

A white-hot rage simmers in your spine and you let it filter up into your brain to focus your senses. Hatred coils in your chest. You channel that to your limbs, breathing into the spaces where you’ll need strength and speed. Feeling prepared, you let the four of them crack gags and wait for a good moment.

A loud thump, five heads whip around, a laser blast turns the white shining walls red for just a moment, and chaos erupts.

‘Wh--!’ One of your scrubs drops to the floor, dead. The self-appointed leader stays in front of you, yelling at the other two to do something. They draw blasters and point as a dark and imposing figure swings around the doorway and, without pause, starts to take them apart. Fists and headbutts and a knee kicked in sends one sprawling. The other manages to get a shot off but it just plints off this… this knight’s armour? You’re not sure what you’re seeing.

The ‘leader’ has his blaster drawn, watching the fight, but is holding a rough hand to your shoulder, as if to keep himself between you and this attacker. Taking the opportunity, you swing the brace on your wrists around and clock him right under the jaw. As he reels, in one unified movement, you sweep a foot to help his descent to the ground and make to jam three rigid fingers into each of his kidneys, hoping to incapacitate.

But you’ve been thrown off by this turn of events as well and just miss the second sweet spot. He manages to lunge to his feet again and grabs you by the throat to hurl you to the floor. You scramble to your knees and look up at the asshole staggering about in front of you. He squares up. Fear snakes through you as you sit back onto your heels. He rubs at his jaw while swinging the blaster around to point at you, face thunderous.

‘Waste of a fuckin—’ But he’s cut off by the large hole that appears in his chest. He makes a ‘wuh?’ at it before toppling sideways, revealing behind him the strange figure, who has a gauntleted hand pointed at the space where your would-be killer’s chest used to be.

On your knees, you gaze up at your apparent saviour.

He’s dazzling. He seems to be built entirely out of armour, weapons and munitions. A large, angular helmet completes the look; its dark T visor regards you while fingers absently punch at the other wrist’s bracer.

‘Are you hurt?’ A deep, modulated voice questions you.

You reach up to poke at your tender cheek.

‘Nothin’ serious,’ you confirm, moving to your feet. When he steps forward, you work to not shy back, letting him lift your restrained wrists and scrutinise them.

‘I will be able to remove these on my ship. Come with me.’ Your knight turns away, beckoning you to follow.

‘Ah, afraid not,’ you say. You rock on your toes, waiting for him to turn back.

‘What?’ A voice like flint.

‘That’s not happening.’ You sniff.

He doesn’t turn but he doesn’t keep walking.

‘Do you want out of here or not, girl?’ A snag of anger but largely calm, like he kind of doesn’t care about your answer one way or the other but it has been quite an inconvenience getting here.

‘Of course I do.’

‘Then come with me.’

‘Can’t.’

Now he whirls and, hell, why is that so satisfying? He stalks toward you.

‘I am being paid well to bring you in alive and unharmed, but also by any means necessary. So, I am not above a use of force.’ That voice is doing specific things to your chest, and belly, and the apex of your thighs. ‘Come. With. Me.’

You push the dry mouth and racing heart to the side and lift your arms up, awkwardly showing him the underside of your restraints.

‘Afraid not,’ you repeat.

To his credit, he shuts up and looks, broad shoulders dropping some as he registers the issue.

‘Proximity lock,’ he mutters.

‘Proximity lock,’ you confirm. ‘Alive and unharmed, you said? Don’t reckon getting my hands blown off would count to that. Only getting these bad kids off via a control room or processing cell.’

‘These are outlawed.’ You stare at him.

‘This is an illegal pri—’

‘Yes, fine.’ He engages a holo map of the floor plan on the chunky piece of kit on his arm. Scanning.

‘This way,’ he brushes past you and strides on.

You take a moment to stare at the bodies littered on the floor of the cell, then lean over one of them. It takes some doing but you get what you were after and stand to turn down the corridor. You give a small yelp of surprise before almost bumping straight into the stranger’s chest. Hells how did he sneak up like that?

‘What are you doing?’ he says, teeth obviously gritted tight under that shiny helm.

You hold up your prize.

‘These bracers should open most of the general control rooms, if we get lucky enough.’

You want to believe his mouth has fallen open in surprise, eyes widened, impressed with you. But you can’t see a thing, not even your own smirking reflection.

You make a ‘let’s go’ gesture and the two of you move on.

You stroll along beside the hulking figure, glancing sideways every minute or so.

So, he’s being paid well to retrieve you, is he? That’s interesting.

Your earlier observation of the rows of vacant cells seems to extend to a lot of the base. How much of this place is actually in use? It increases your chances of finding an unattended control room, which is a bonus. You can’t wait to get these horrendous restraints off. Not designed for human wrists, the edges cut into your skin and inner divots scrape your bones. After using them just to take a swing at that leech, you’re pretty sure there’s bleeding.

You push the discomfort away and decide to say something.

‘Empty, isn’t it?’ That’s the best you got, is it? Hells.

‘It is at a little under a fifth capacity,’ he responds quickly.

‘Right.’ You fall quiet again. You’re almost grateful when the two of you round yet another turn and six guard helmets swivel toward you. Less awkward.

‘Hey! Stop!’ one yells. They each push off the wall they’d been lounging against and reach for sidearms.

Your companion gives you a hard shove back around the corner.

You stumble against the wall but right yourself. At first, you think it best to stay put. But the sounds of grunts and blows raining down draws you to the edge of the wall. Leaning around the corner to look, your mouth falls open in awe.

The man is a cyclone.

One goon has barely started reeling from a punishing blow when the next is being pulled into a deathly throw. Limbs are jerked and snapped back and forth and any blow one of them happens to land is shrugged off with so much ease.

It’s incredible to witness.

Fortunately you’re not so distracted that you don’t spot one of them, conveniently close to where you’re crouched, hurriedly trying to get a shock prod started. The poor sap is panicking as his brethren get decimated.

This is foolish, but you’re doing it anyway. You check that your ally is not looking – he isn’t, focused on driving a vibroblade somewhere soft and fatal – and sneak up to the guy’s back. You raise your arms and whip them down across his shoulders, wincing at the impact; it’s mostly ineffectual and you slink back.

He starts, turns, sees you trying to duck out of sight, and makes his advance.

‘Come ‘ere, little one,’ he spits as he rounds the corner, leering at you with some relish. You take timid little steps back until he’s fully in the hallway, and then you give him a devilish grin.

You wait for his lunge to grab at you and slide to your knees, ducking his pawing hands and spinning to make a 180 to finish behind him. As you pass his centre of gravity you shove your shoulder hard into his hips and he slams into the wall. Hopping to your feet in one fluid motion, you have your foot high and burying itself in his chin before he rights himself. In a stroke of luck, you manage to kick his helmet clean off in the same move.

His neck whips back and he gives a cry of pain, slumping on the wall. Just as he surges back to his feet, you’ve spun another pirouette and have the heel of your other foot ready to meet the bridge of his nose. It connects with a satisfying crunch matched a second later by the back of his skull smacking the wall again.

He wilts to the floor, moaning. You drop a knee onto his exposed neck, pull his sidearm from the holster and release one quick blast. He jolts and falls still.

You drop the pistol and listen. Grunting and crunching metal still echoes around the bend.

Now think, idiot. Get rid of the body.

These old places have those floor level garbage units, right? For the old, tiny droids that would roll around, hoovering up whatever. You edge along the wall, toeing at gaps and latch-looking things. Ah ha. Damn, what luck. The door pops open in one smooth motion. You drop to your knees and shove the dead weight with all your strength. He slides along the floor and flops into the space in the wall. You kick the blaster, broken helmet and abandoned shock prod in after him and nudge the door closed.

The sounds of fighting have stopped. You flop back against the wall and try to look meek and afraid. Either he rounds the corner and you’re safe, or one of the guards does and you’d like to try the same trick again.

It’s him to walk into view, taking in your stature. You put on an air of relief and peer back around the corner.

You whistle low.

‘Five against one, huh? You said you were being paid well and I sure hope that’s true.’ You dash off, eager to get out from under his watchful visage.

After a moment, he follows.

The Mandalorian feels off-kilter. This was an unusual job from the off, but it kept getting stranger.

An obscenely wealthy broker had approached looking to hire him to rescue a niece. Din Djarin did not do rescues. And he had said as much. But the price was something else, and the Razor Crest wasn’t getting new tilt suspension on his present takings.

Instead, it’s you.

He thinks back.

She was on her knees when the little skirmish ended. He hadn’t noticed the girl shift from the wall he’d first clocked her pushed back against, but when he dropped the third guard and spun to the head honcho, finishing him without grace, there she was. The bootlick he’d run through had tipped sideways to reveal his quarry seated against the gleaming white floor, looking up at him with a fading fear and emerging astonishment.

It was a sight.

Quarry is not exactly the right word, he reflects. Just another thing pushing him out of alignment. What does he call her? How does he think about her?

She’d understood the nature of those cuffs of hers, where had she picked that up? And she didn’t seem to shrink at all from his taciturn demeanour.

Then that second fight with that sorry lot. He would have sworn on the sacred forge itself there had been six of them. But when the fifth body dropped and he’d reared back to take the last to a blunt-force grave, the hall was still. He found the girl tucked around the corner where he’d shoved her, curled into the wall, hands awkwardly shielding her face. He was good at reading people and the act she was putting on dropped the moment she looked at his handiwork. Then it was nothing but amusement in those eyes.

She’d scrambled to her feet and hopped over the bodies, carrying on. Din had stared hard down the hall she’d apparently cowered in, nothing but blank walls and empty air.

Finally, finally, your wrists are released with a soft hiss. You look in dismay at the lacerations and bruises littering your skin and pull the jumpsuit sleeves over them quickly.

Your present company makes no indication he’s noticed, focused on the holo hovering over his arm.

‘There is an entrance to disused tunnels in the next section over. From there, it is not far to my ship,’ he says. ‘This way.’

This time, you follow without hesitating, eager to get away from this abysmal place.

Despite saying it wasn’t far, it is a silent, awkward walk out of there. You attempt a few turns at conversation, but each time he gives you a concise unpunctuated sentence that concludes questioning.

You’re mulling over the long, boring journey back to your home system – the ramifications of which you staunchly push to back of mind – when your terse rescuer’s ship comes into view.

You halt in your tracks, gazing up at the lovely, old gunship. Battered, bruised and brimming with elegant age. ‘Wow…’ you say softly.

He’s taken a few steps beyond you before registering your pause and turning back. You sense puzzlement and a strangely earnest pride radiating from the armoured visage. ‘Never seen one of these before?’ he asks.

You speak before you can stop yourself, ‘Oh I have,’ you breathe, and he startles a little. ‘Just not, not out in the world like this.’ Ah, shut up now. You look over at him and can sense the feeling of being deeply scrutinised. You shake off your reverie. ‘Well, shall we?’ You march with a light step past him as best you can.

You sense him following and, after a moment, hear light module beeping behind you as the Razor Crest opens itself for you. You temper giddiness and slow down so he can overtake to move into the hold first. You follow, looking around curiously, but keep it level before matching his path into the cockpit.

As you enter, he reaches up into a storage bin and pulls something down before turning to you.

He hands you a small med kit.

‘For your arms,’ he says simply. Ah, so he did see. Sees everything apparently. He says no more and moves to take the pilot seat, jabbing at controls.

You think nothing for it and drop down into a rear chair, using the console beside you to start laying out the contents of the kit, eyes lighting on the salve. You snatch it up and squirt a portion to lather over your cuts and grazes. You let a long sigh escape your lips as the miracle cream does its work.

It feels incredible. You even moan a little at the sensation.

Mind clearing, able to think a bit. You continue to clean and dress your hurts, deciding to just out with it.

‘Can I ask,’ you say with as much casual air as you’re able. ‘Just who did pay you to find me?’

Your escort doesn’t turn but lifts his helmet some. ‘I believe the job is from your uncle,’ he says.

Your mouth falls open before you can stop it. He’s actually done it, you think in wonder. But why now?

Thoughts tumble upon themselves in your head. You register that your companion hasn’t made any move to say more.

‘So who are you?’ you ask. The broad silhouette stops his work for a moment. He seems to be considering.

‘I’m just a bounty hunter,’ he murmurs. ‘You can call me Mando.’

MNext

#the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #grogu #mandalorian and grogu #razor crest #mandalorian fanfic #pedro pascal #i dont know what im doing here #i just love the space tin man #and his green kid

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lokibrainrot · 2 months

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UHhhh Loki info :o)

This is just gonna be a list on who Loki is, how he acts, and how he interacts with his crew. If anything is edited, I'll reblog the post with an update timestamp :o)

-Loki prefers He/Him and It/Its

-Loki's home planet was Rend, having existed there as a mask for at least two decades before finding another host he deemed suitable enough for himself

-Loki's host, previously named Marcell, had wandered onto Rend with one other crewmate just days before Carlisle came along. He unfortunately had been shot to death by a nutcracker while holding Loki, giving him the perfect opportunity to attach.

-Loki was the first to join Carlisle's 'lone' crew, having been found on Carlisle's first ever visit to Rend. He had been planning on turning him, but after finding himself able to talk with his new host, he got too distracted asking questions.

-He willing followed Carlisle onto his ship, although the dogs chasing them definently encouraged him (having been mauled by one before, he wasn't exactly thrilled to be around them again)

Okay backstory over heres interactions and stuff

-Loki loves to flirt, romantically, platonically, jokingly, anything! He'll flirt with his crew, Coil-heads, Nutcrackers, other crews (although he may scare them with the whole. being a masked thing)

-Loki gets overstimulated very easily! lights, sounds, temperature. It makes him go non-verbal or get upset. Generally he deals with this by hiding in the ship or whatever room he finds himself in. Occaisionally if he finds it fit, he'll find the source of the overstimulation and deal with it.

-Loki acts tough and unafraid for his team, but if he gets cornered and can't find a way out he'll scream like a little boy. He is terrified of being alone again.

-Speaking of being alone, He's not very stable when he is. It's always good to keep an eye on him if he's alone cause he might freak out and get lost or get himself killed (which means more work later. Finding a new host isn't exactly the most fun experience.)

-He's usually very polite when interacting with other crews. He tries to prove himself as a valuable asset, even if it gets him hurt or manipulated.

-He loves his team so genuinely, he hates seeing them get hurt or upset. He goes out of his way to make them as happy as he can... He is a comedy mask after all, it in his nature to make everyone smile :o)

-Interating with other Masked mimics is always a toss-up. If they don't immediatley attack his crew, he's friendly. He is one of them, after all, being near other creatures like him does make him happy. If he realizes his team is in danger though, he's the first to pull a shovel, sign, or shotgun.

-Loki loves to sing (if his hosts body allows it), specifically opera and other such dramatic generes. He uses it to the teams advantage sometimes, drawing dogs away from the ship or distracting nutcrackers, brackens, and jesters.

Uhhhh thats all I can think of right now, I'll add more as I think about it :o)

will probably allso write a fic laterrrrrr

#lethal company #artists on tumblr #lethal company masked #lethal company oc #masked man #hollie posting #3/3/24

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ichorblossoms · 22 days

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for the ask meme can i get uhhhh yarrow + face, serena + motion, grimm + favorite

HI HELLO JANE!!!!! sorry this took awhile to get around to answering i wrote all the text and told myself i was gonna draw pictures for these and then i got distracted because i wanted to draw. other pictures instead :,D BUT without further ado !!

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

i don't trust my writing skills enough to write a description. their face:

i talked a little bit abt their facial features in this ask, but yeah, the Bee Stuff is definitely what people notice first. yarrow's modification was an experimental one, so while most people are kinda used to seeing humods with fur on their faces or weird ears or maybe horns and whatnot, invertebrate features are rare and jarring. this does cause issues when you're trying to be discreet, so yarrow tries their best to wear bandanas or masks. even pre-modification they actually wear something to the effect of a bandana or surgical mask often; partially because They Are A Doctor and also because they live in a mining town that doesn't give a shit about how much dust is kicked up from the open-pit mining

pre-modification i'm not sure what people would notice first; they have a few small defining features like their dimples, yellow-gold eyes, straight teeth, patchy facial hair, and mole on their right cheek, but overall nothing out of the ordinary. i think it's less features people notice, and a general impression of openess? he's quick to smile, talkative, and expressive, so people usually feel like they can approach him

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

having trained in martial arts for most of her life, serena's very coordinated and flexible! she also has a muscular stature and she can make herself very difficult to move if she doesn't want to. she's aware of her size and generally has a slouch to her posture and walks with a bit of a trudge and lope if that makes sense? she has enough control though to where she can move almost freakishly quiet and it scares people on occasion

ofc she doesn't wear clothes, but she does have her prosthesis!

she's got both an everyday and a sport prosthesis, so while her movement isn't necessarily affected by that, she's less willing to run or do anything intense if she just has her everyday prosthesis on (that's the one i draw, i need to look more into sport prostheses for humans and adapt a design from there)

bc she's a congenital amputee, the only real adjustment she's had to do irt her leg is adapting to a new prosthesis every few years, so she has a solid sense of moving with or without it on. i've been trying to determine if she has smthin like an adapted wheelchair as well, but since dragons are quadrupeds and she's only missing part of a limb, it may not be necessary when she also has her tail and wings to help counterbalance during movement...? there's also the factor that she doesn't have a lot of money, so regardless of what she has to assist her, it's not always top-quality and she's learned to live with a certain level of discomfort and pain

speaking of wings, flying is something dragons can do, but it's a lot like running where most ppl can't do it for longer periods of time unless they train. it's not as necessary in modern society, so most dragons can fly for short bursts if needed/for fun. with the exception of a few who do things like, idk fly to work, most rely on transit bc it's easier. serena's ability to fly is Okay, she's accumulated some damage to her wings over the years (side effect of martial arts where other people have claws and horns), which makes her less aerodynamic and more easily tired out. she's got a good handle on her body and how it moves, so she's actually pretty graceful in the air and not aware of that fact at all. overall, she prefers not to fly, but still maintains a healthy habit of working out those muscles so they don't atrophy, which is a thing that happens with modern dragons.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

am i allowed to saw wrench here. i'm gonna say wrench

saying wrench is grimm's favorite accessory is actually a stretch bc it loathes wearing it, but adores wrench as a companion but if we are purely talking abt clothing here, grimm's not the sentimental sort, so it doesn't hold on to things once they're to worn nor does it worry about wearing things out. which is the boring answer

wrench is only worn as armor a handful of times in-story and in dire circumstances (that i. have not quite figured out yet <3). grimm fucking hates wearing it, hates the way it takes them back to their past, hates the way it doesn't quite fit their body anymore and hurts if they wear it too long, hates why they even have to wear it, but it's protection and a weapon in one, and they don't have many options.

i talked abt wrench a little bit when you asked abt it here, but wrench is both an artifact of grimm's past and a dear friend. as an animal companion/robot grimm does maintain wrench to an extent and it's a good dog that doesn't age like normal animals, they have a close pet/owner bond. when it comes to "wearing" it, transforming (so to speak) doesn't cause any wear and tear on wrench itself, since that is one of the purposes it was built for, but the situations in which grimm would don wrench may result in damage and there's also an element of wanting to keep wrench safe. aside from being armor, wrench can also do stuff like jam signals for short periods of time and sense heat signatures, so it does have an interest in preserving wrench for its own work and safety as well, but it's also a pet, yknow?

post-story i'm p sure grimm and yarrow would get something equivalent to married. yarrow's the romantic and the one to suggest it ofc, but grimm's like "hell, if i'm going to symbolically tie their life to someone else's it wouldn't be anyone but yarrow" and whatever sort of wedding band/necklace/wearable symbol they choose would become grimm's favorite, esp since it represents a version of themself they like being

#asks #THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!!!!#LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM #i was like 'oh i'll get these asks done [two weekends ago]' and then. i didn't. bc my brain is a goo. and also i'm stupid #oops! all 3/4 view facing right. ignore that hgkflhdlg #honeybee #thicker than water #art #yarrow #serena #grimm

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