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stedes-incredible-library · 1 year

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hey there! thank you so much for this gem of a blog. I look forward to your posts. my fav type of fic is really tropey dubcon (think sex pollen / something made them do it / non con drug use, etc) where they both actually do want it so, even tho one always feel guilty, there’s a happy ending. do you have any recs along those lines? Thank you 💕

Hi Nonnie! You didn't specify a ship so we've included a variety. We're also not sure if you have read these before, because we started our hunt in some predictable tags (sex pollen, fuck or die, bad guys made them do it, etc). You didn't include omegaverse in your trope list, but some has been included here because heats provide a lot of fodder for this type of dubcon. The dubious-ness of the consent varies in the fics listed here so please read with care and attention to ships, summary, and tags for content. There is also our previous dub con rec list to review from back in August!

Pollen Season by Dracothelizard [E], 8k

An exploration mission Stede goes on with Roach and Lucius goes terrible wrong.

Or terribly right.

The Fucking Tea by Dracothelizard [E], 21k

Calico Jack gives Stede some aphrodisiac tea and leaves to shore with the rest of the Revenge crew, whoever can possibly help Stede with his unbridled horniness?

(It's Ed.)

Unnamed mutual noncon (Ed/Stede) by Dracothelizard [E], 686

This is a ficlet that ends before anything explicit occurs, and therefore before there's any chance to discuss and come to a true happy ending. There are a few other dubcon ficlets in this collection - sift through and proceed with attention to the chapter titles.

We Do Not Follow Maps to Buried Treasure by CartoonMayor (aka @zombee) [E], 5.6k

Stede is taking Ed on another treasure hunt to some supposed sea god's cave.

Things do not go as planned.

Let your yes be yes by emzash [E], 3.9k

Can’t we talk about this?” Stede asks, like there are any words that exist to solve this problem.

“What the fuck, no we can’t talk about it,” Ed says. “I need you. You’re here. Can we just get on with it?”

“You need me now,” Stede tells him. “But what about when your heat is over? What then?”

“You can leave me again straight after,” Ed says, refusing to let the hurt surface over the desperate need in his body. “Don’t worry Stede. I don’t expect anything else."

Do You Need Anybody by sinuous_curve [E], 4.6k

Heat catches Ed by surprise as a cramp that cuts him deep down in the pit of his belly.

Ed does not need a helping hand. Stede's offering anyway.

lord, my body has been a good friend by mtothedestiel [E], 4.6k

Stede is like a walking nest.

A Push, A Shove by LeatherCropTop [E], 25k

Stede was never particularly good at being an alpha. He thinks of himself as others always have, a worthless, incapable excuse for an alpha. After he meets Ed, that starts to change. The two of them fall in love, circling each other for days on end, but neither of them makes a move. Then Stede's behavior begins to change in a way like never before, unbeknownst to himself. The alpha instincts begin to trickle out until, like the flick of a switch, he suddenly goes feral.

Even for an alpha like Stede, turning feral is ravenous and being anywhere near them is dangerous, but the only way for a feral alpha to go back to normal is for them to mate and if the alpha doesn't mate in time, they will die. Ed isn't going to let Stede die.

who would trade that hum of night by CyborgShepard [E], 8.8k NOTE: not quite a fully happy ending, but not not

He’d thought the boy dead. Was glad for it, for a time, too. Murdering is one thing, but this — what’s happened to Spriggs now — it doesn’t sit right with Izzy.

He can imagine how he’d spluttered his thanks, wheezing up half the Atlantic like he was wringing a cloth, when Calabran’s lot fished him out of the water. He can imagine how Spriggs would’ve said it all, in that lilting, dour way. He might’ve demanded a blanket, or a berth, or water. Can imagine that he didn’t stay thankful for all too long after.

It’s not sentiment, Izzy tells himself.

release in sodomy (one sweet moment) by calicojackofficial [E], 3.3k NOTE: happy ending somewhat author's note reliant

The crew of the Revenge gets captured and during an interrogation attempt, Edward gets dosed with a sex pollen serum. That's not what they meant to do, so the guards lock Ed up with a bound and helpless Izzy. Izzy gets something he's always wanted but could never ask for. For as long as it lasts.

soft spot (for hard stuff) by bitethehands [E], 1.9k

“He’s much sweeter like this,” Stede is saying, even though Ed’s clearly not listening, “isn’t he?”

Ed has given him no indication of anything even marginally close to recognition in several minutes, now, because he’s been busy staring. Staring at Izzy, who so far doesn’t seem necessarily aware that Ed’s even here. It’d almost be normal, the strangeness of his being in Stede’s cabin aside. Except he’s naked and blushing from head to toe.

the promise of the joker and the fool by @thesoulundone [E], 7.1k

He's here, in a shitty little tavern, in a shitty little corner, drinking liquor that burns all the way down, stoking the fire he's already got burning in his belly. He's sitting on the other side of the table to Jack - Jack, who's got his arm slung casually around Izzy's shoulders. All Ed can think about, the persistent thudding pulse of his brain, is getting in between them.

Izzy. Izzy who's a fucking omega, revelation of the fucking year. Izzy, whose second heat aboard ship had been just as unpleasant as the first, who'd barely come out of it when they made port, whose dark-ringed eyes and stiff movement made Ed's fingers itch with the need to tear someone's throat out about it. Izzy, who's wearing a fucking collar now; shiny, good quality leather, wide and thick and cleverly made, though the craftsmanship doesn't do anything to disguise the fact that it's locked shut.

Let us know if you enjoyed this list! Did we skip your favorite tropey happily-ever-after dubcon? Chime in!

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#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #our flag means death fic #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #captain stede bonnet #blackbeard | edward teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #izzy hands #israel hands #lucius spriggs #spriggy hands #blackhands #steddy hands #steddyhands #calico jack rackham #jacked hands

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anzynai · 2 months

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Hii it's the anon who sent the ask Abt looking other places for fanfic so I found this longfic called Ocean Mist on Wattpad and there's specifically a chapter called "Ticklish", Yuu finds out Azul is ticklish in that one and it's sooo cute(tbh I just loved the whole fic so much flustered Azul <3)

Additionally, on AO3, you may or may not have found these already because they're not tagged but they're tkl fics

Tickle Attack (You notice the octatrio isn't feeling well, cheer-up tickles ensue)

Tsuisorando Shotsu (I'm not sure if I spelled the name right, but there are quite a few tkl fic chapters in there, I think it's best to just select "read entire work" and command-f "tickl" bc that's what I did to avoid anything potentially explicit) But just in case you don't want to come across anything like that, there's the chapter 'Our Lovable Octopus' which might have had one vague explicit implication but I don't think there was anything major and the tickling was wholly sfw

A Fine Line Between - I just liked this fic in general the M isn't for any sexual content, and there's a tkl scene (if you wanna skip to just that part, I'd recommend just clicking read entire work and command-f 'tickl')

Also, I'm not sure if you already know this (probably do, but just in case) there's some fics w/Azul that were made in 2023)

On Wattpad, NGL I just looked up 'twst tickl' and sifted through the stuff I got so sorry that I couldn't rec much stuff, also I saw this one that was a transcript of tkl audios but there was an explicit chapter in there meaning this was probably a kink for them so I clicked out)

Ffn's mostly AO3 cross posting so there isn't anything there you wouldn't find on AO3 (I'm saying this to myself because I was about to check only to realize that everything there's on AO3, sorry)

Tbh I mostly looked for every single fic I could find on AO3 and then ended up also finding sfw tkl scenes in the process (I also command F'd a bunch of longfics) so I can mostly just say specific scenes from certain fics sryyy

Anyways, I hope at least one of these is new to you <3

hello anon! thank you sooo much for these, i already read the first one just now and it was so cute omg and also i thought i was the only one who would search for tickle content by using “tickl” cuz it can be ticklish, tickling, tickle, and litwrally just all that LOL anyways these are very appreciated and if u ever find any more, please dont hesitate to send them my way hehe

im going to link some of the ones from ao3 under the cut

so tickle attack which is by missyliz - which i haven’t read yet! it seems really cute tho!

and uhh i couldnt actyally find the next fic tbh😭😭 i searched high and low but maybe im missing something?? could u possibly provide an author?

a fine line between by kyuubiluver342 - i actually havent reqd this one either but i did skim over it so for others, the scene is near the end of chapter 2 and from what i’ve seen, it’s comfort tickles

and yeah, ffn is something i noticed did have lots of crossposting, but i never really minded because i dont really know how to work the website anyway LOL

also since you shared some, ill share one that i found also!

so the first one is giggles by psycheprincess — this one isnt tickle centric but it does have a small scene

and here’s a SNIPPET of a scene in this azujami one-shot — that is this is me by dizplixity but the wcene is very short so i have a photo below

and im assuming u have read the fics under the tickling tag, but there’s some really cute ones there too! if not, i don’t mind sharing them:)

again, thanks for these recommendations and i really didnt expect them to be centered around the octatrio so it was a nice surprise hehe <33

#jai’s asks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst tickling #fic recs #long post #ish

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b1rds3ye · 7 months

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you're drabbles are so sweet and cute! I love your writing style 💕💕💕 quick question tho. where do you even get the ideas for this stuff??? like seriously this is way too cute.

THANK YOU ANON <333 sometimes my writing style icks me out so it means a lot when people actually like it skdjskdjs

To answer your question a lot of my drabbles come from requests so I’ve got to thank all of you who did the Cha Cha slide into my askbox 🫶 Other than that, it depends on the character!!

If it’s a major character who has cutscenes and parts in the campaign, I’m just sifting through the gameplay with a microscope and fine comb. If it’s a Warzone operator I’m just glaring down their dossier until something comes to mind LOL. Especially for the latter I’ll also look at existing fics to see what the general consensus for their personality is.

Sometimes there’s extra content that can help, such as for Gromsko’s fic, Gromsko’s VA did an interview and the way he talked about Gromsko really helped set the general vibe for his character and what I wanted to go for 😌

#/*avery checks the mailbox*/#anon mail ❤️

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r6shippingdelivery · 2 years

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i wanted to ask - you've been doing stuff on sims with the spets and that kinda stuff, right?

if so, i wanted to ask about if you use custom content and what ones! i'm trying to look for good stuff to add and every recommendation online is kinda... basic for lack of a better phrasing

Yeah, and making the Spetsnaz sims look the way I wanted them to look has been a long journey. My custom content folder is pretty disorganised tho, but I'll try to give some recs:

For everyday clothing, Darte77 has a lot of good stuff, imo

Sentate has awesome clothing, but afaik it's all for female sims and more on a high fashion end than casual wear

Seleng has a huge selection of eyebrows, beards, makeup and face stuff in general

For Kapkan's tattoos (as from his r6mobile look) I use this barbed wire set and these knuckle tats

I can't remember where I got the hairstyles, sorry!

I'll also say that, in general, this website is full of treasure if you have the patience to sift through the categories, cause it's a huge directory of custom content creators.

Sims4Updates is a good place to start too, it's another repository of custom content, it's chaotic but you can find a lot of stuff and I used that in the beginning a lot. Once you start exploring these places, you'll find what styles are more to your taste and start looking for their patreons and what free stuff they have (or you can pay for their locked content if you want, but I'm a poor bitch and can't afford to do that, so skulking around for the free stuff it is).

#r6s #sims 4 cc

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tonitopazs · 2 months

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Please do a gif set of Murdina Bug’s clothes in season 5-7 of outlander as well as a gif set of Ian’s outfits in outlander 3x06. Thanks

hiii i wanted to let you know i saw this request. i probably won't be able to do mrs bug because it would be a little too time consuming to sift through the episodes for content. if you had specific episodes in mind you could point me too, that'd help a lot & i'd be willing to try :) i'll definitely gif ian for you tho, no worries! i love my boy. 💖

#love letters from heaven #Anonymous

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sheiscoping · 2 years

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YouTube

YouTube is among one of my favorite social media platforms. The content shown covers almost anything you can think if. I struggle tho with maintaining focus.

There is a lot of junk to sift through - mostly faked pranks, derivative “trendy” content, clothing hauls, reaction videos, and family or couple vlogs/channels.

The channels I am currently enjoying include lipgloss and fabsocialism. Both of these YouTubers have content of real substance. Also, not everything has to be that way but I truly appreciate it at times.

#entertainment #youtube #social media

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moonlightpeaches · 3 years

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PLZ do sinbad x reader like he’s flirting with other females n s/o is getting mad/jealous. And s/o flirts with someone to but it’s not on purpose jus thier personality (with like jafar maybe idk u choose ig someone good tho) and sins all jealous 😩. But it ends with like fluff

Oh my gosh YES!!! I wanted to do this so bad as soon as I read your request! God is the Magi fandom small but I love you all! I don’t know if I have the best grasp on Sin’s character, so let me know if you want me to try again with someone else! I like how it turned out!

Sinbad x GN Reader

Envy is a Double Edged Blade

-When Sinbad told you there was going to be another party to attend tonight, you didn’t expect it to go on as long as it did! - it has been many hours and there still isn’t any sign of the party even slowing down. -honestly it’s impressive

- the band is in swing, people are drinking, dancing, having fun,

-but you can’t find Sinbad anywhere

-like, tf did he go? -he was with you one moment, smiling and dancing,

-and the next he’s nowhere to be found! - you sift through the crowd and eventually see Sin surrounded by women...

- like, it’s not new but o u c h ????? - he’s so casual about giving all those compliments and the damn flirty touches

-you were honestly just staring for a minute. -then you decided ‘fuck it’ picked up a glass of alcohol and went to forget about it- (dude n o)

-Jafar was also looking for his airhead king but found you attempting to drink literally as much alcohol as humanly possible

-he’s c o n c e r n e d

- like, what happened??? -then he sees Sin and curses his entire existence

-I could see you and Jafar bonding a lot, both when Sin is working for once, and trying to keep this powerful man child in check

-so there’s not many secrets between you two and he’s accustomed to your flirty nature

-you and the king are at least similar like that

-you soon turn to Jafar and immediately like, tackle hug him

-” I am CONFUSION “ - Jafar

-you start complaining about Sinbad and how he’s always surrounded by women

-” Am I not good looking!? Is that it? Do you think I’m (pretty/handsom) Jafar?” You’re almost crying and you sound desperate

-your both on the floor and Jafar is ready to accept death

-tells you “ Yes, I think you’re very (pretty/handsome) (y/n)...” he’s so tired someone help him

- both of you didn’t notice that your whining had caught the king’s attention

-he’s watching with slightly narrowed eyes

-I think Sin is a more possessive person, but doesn’t understand why his partner might feel the same way

-he knows he’ll never leave you, he’s worried about the opposite! - so when he sees you all over his friend and advisor and Jafar is so... casual about it

-it really doesn’t sit right

-he can feel himself getting bitter seeing you squeeze his waist even tighter in your arms

-he’s practically seething by the time Jafar is patting your head

-literally just says “ Please excuse me” and fucking leaves the rest of those women

-Jafar can actually feel his blood pressure rising when Sin F I N A L L Y approaches

- But he isn’t expecting this menacing aura! -He quickly just scoots out of the way when Sinbad asks to talk to you alone. - Sinbad walks you outside and by this time you’re sobering up

-Sin asks why you were so flirty with Jafar

-You immediately fire back with, “ He’s my friend! And you left me to go flirt with a literal c r o w d of women!” He’s taken aback by the hurt in your voice

-” So you can’t say anything about being flirty! “ You finished by putting your hands on hips and looking away from him

-after a solid minute of silence Sinbad opens his mouth

-” ... when I saw you being so comfortable with him... I got scared” he almost whispers it, but you hear it loud and clear in the cool air -” I just never want to loose you. So seeing you with him made me livid...” he trails off, now seeing his own hypocrisy. -how could be be so dense? So stupid as to not even consider his beloveds insecurities? How could he-

-his thoughts are put to rest immediately when your arms wrap around his neck

- you remark on how you both ended up green with envy, in spite of your matching purple robes

-he smiles and the look of soft happiness on your face is enough to make him forget about everything

-that night you both retreat to the soft quiet of the castle halls, content in yourselves your partner

-envy is a double edged blade, but it has found its sheath

#sinbad #magi ja'far #magi anime #magi labyrinth of magic #magi x reader #male reader #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #gender netural #gender neutral reader #sinbad x reader #anime #anime x reader #fanfic

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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The Volleybaes in: “I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

Reader Requests || Immy’s 200 Follower Event 🎊 🎉 🎊

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | event tag | hq tag | m.lists | main blog ||

↠ Prompt: “I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!” ↠ Characters: Asahi A. | T. Aone | T. Yamaguchi

Self-depreciation? Yeah—we don’t do that here.

↠ In which you refuse to entertain these boys’ nonsense.

↠ Tho these are from the H/C list, I didn’t go too heavy on the H bit because 1. I just wrote a super angst-y piece and now I need peace, and 2. all of these boys are my babies and I cannot bear to hurt them too badly lol.

↠ I also took some liberties with the prompt sentence as is my wont; still kept the general feel, but I did switch it up a bit so that the dialogue flows better.

↠ Requested By: @kitsu-writes ((for my 200 Follower Event)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW H/C vibes ((but this is still an 18+ blog, so minors can kick rocks over to my ao3 lol)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CW for small bouts of self-doubt/self-deprecation on the boy’s part in Asahi and Aone’s sections. It’s nothing too deep, but there all the same. Also there’s like one suggestive line in Aone’s section, but again it’s nothing to write home about. ↠ CW for lots and lots of tears in Yams’ section. Baby boy’s p. upset and it shows ;n; Don’t worry tho, you love up on him until he’s feeling better. ↠ Assumed Reader Traits: Reader is shorter than Asahi (he’s 6’3”). So sorry to all the tall kings, queens, and royals in between out there, but it had to be this way because of ✨ ~ plot ~ ✨ (also know that my 5’6” self is v. jelly of your height lol). ↠ Betas? Pssh. Who needs ‘em? ((Me. I do. That much is obvious lmao.)) ↠ Total WC: 4.3k~

Sorry for the wait, my dearest requester. Yams’s section took me forever to write—okay, so I’m being dramatic, it was just a few days, but still lol. Also, why is it that the fills that give me the most grief always turn out to be the longest of the lot?? His is like 700+ words longer than the other boys, smh…

Asahi Azumane

An Ode to Scarves, Scars, and Who We Now Are || WC: ~1.3k

With the changing of the seasons comes the rotation of your wardrobe. Though a part of you is sad to say goodbye to all of the bold colors and fun prints of the summer, you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t ready for a break from the heat.

I might be a little too ready, you silently admit as you sift through the tote that holds your sweaters. Though the local meteorologists have assured the whole of the region that the weather won’t be breaking for a couple of weeks yet you don’t really care (even though practicality tells you that really, really should). But who knows—maybe you’ll actually be able to manifest the cooler temperatures through sheer want and will. And if not… Well, at least everything will be well within reach once autumn finally does settle in.

With the bulk of your clothes sorted, you turn your attention towards accessories. You know that you have a bunch of scarves around here somewhere, but you can’t remember where you stored them. Thinking back on it, you distinctly remember tossing them all into a box only to have them dumped back out and folded properly by your darling lover.

You’d felt kinda bad as you watched Asahi meticulously straighten out the various knits and materials, securing them into neat little squares or rolls before putting them away with care, but he had insisted—“I don’t mind sweetie, honest. Besides seeing all this nice fabric all smooshed up like that does something to the designer in me.”

You had stretched out across the foot of your bed like a lazing cat and kept him company while he worked, figuring it was the very least you could do. Once he’d gotten done he replaced the lid, and after labeling it, took it into the closet where…

Goddammit.

You stare up at the shelf that he’d slid the box onto so easily with his excessive height with narrowed eyes. The thing’s only just visible with you being able to make out the top, and even that’s only really possible because of its startlingly bright color. Knowing that you won’t be able to reach it without some external aid you pull out the stool that was gifted to you for just such an instance.

Kageyama, in all his unyielding pragmatism, had insisted that the height disparity between Asahi and yourself would see you needing the thing sooner or later, and he was certainly right. Your man doesn’t make a habit out of putting items that you regularly use out of your reach, but whenever it does happen you’re always grateful for the odd housewarming gift.

Unfortunately, even with the aid of the stool your fingers are just barely able to brush against the edge of the box’s lid. You brace yourself more fully against the shelf, and after making sure that your grip is secure, you rise up onto your tiptoes. The added boost of height ends up being all but negligible—in fact it only serves to make things worse as your scrambling grab actually pushes the thing further back and completely out of your reach.

You growl out your frustration, a stream of curses falling from your lips as you continue to strain yourself in vain. “Goddamn my stupid goddamn height,” you grit out as you finally accept your defeat with slumped shoulders.

A deep, rolling laugh sounds from behind you and you find yourself glaring over at its source. For his part Asahi isn’t at all cowed by your fierce look, in fact the impish tilt of his lips says that he finds you—and the whole of the situation, really—adorable.

“How long have you been watching me struggle?” you ask as you examine your fingertips. The dust that lightly coats their pads is the only thing you’ve managed to get off of the shelf and you wipe it away with a pout.

“Not long,” he promises. He crosses over to you then, his hulking frame easily boxing you in against the shelving in front of you. With one hand braced against your hip and the other reaching over your heads, he retrieves the box with an overly casual effortlessness as he says, “Here, let me get that for you.”

His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he speaks, and the feel of it leaves you shivering a bit despite its warmth. The feel of his solid frame pressed up against you is Doing Things to you, and the chuckle that reverberates through his chest and into your back tells you that he knows exactly what said things are—the big, fucking tease.

Ignoring the butterflies that have taken up residency in your tummy, you compose yourself as best you can, accepting the box with a word of thanks that’s waved away.

“It’s what I’m here for, love. All this height’s gotta be good for something, yeah?”

Though you know he’s joking you still find yourself frowning a bit. You remember a time when such words were spoken as his truth, and you don’t like the idea of him falling back into the habit for any reason. Placing the box on another self (of reasonable height, thank you), you turn so that you’re facing him. Standing on the stool allows you to cradle his head as you gaze down into those big, pretty eyes of his. It’s the reversal of your usual roles, and being the taller one for once gives you a better understanding of Asahi’s obsession with this particular position.

He just looks so… precious like this, so soft and sweet. Every fiber of your being screams at you to love on him and protect him at all possible costs, from anything and everything that would do him harm—including his own self-depreciating humor.

“Nuh-un, no sir—we don’t do that here,” you tell him with a firm shake of your head. “I don’t care if you are joking, I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that.”

Asahi’s face scrunches up into a confused pout before dawning strikes. His expression softens into something gooey as he pulls you closer, his arms securing themselves around your waist, before burying his face against your chest and breathing out your name.

“You really are the sweetest thing in the world, you know that, right?” You can feel his lips quirking up into a grin even through the material of your shirt, and when he pulls away to look at you again you can almost swear that your heart legit skips a beat. With a smile as bright as the morning sun for which he’s named and an aura that’s just as warm, it’s a wonder that you don’t melt right here in his arms.

God, he really is too cute for anyone’s good, especially my own. Aloud, “Please, as if you’re not the absolute sweetest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. To be honest, you’re way closer to perfection than any one person has a right to be. It’s kinda rude, frankly, like… Leave something for the rest of us.”

He snorts a laugh at that, and while you do join in you’re just as quick to insist that you mean it all. “I really do adore you,” you remind him, “and there’s not a single thing I’d change about you—well, except for maybe how much you like to tease me.”

“Whatever, you love it.” He presses the word into your skin with a cuddling of lips against your palm.

You roll your eyes at this even as your thumbs stroke over the subtle blush that dusts his cheeks. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

A/n: I just really want to smoosh Asa’s cute lil cheeks—it’s what we both deserve, honestly…

Takanobu Aone

A Well Dressed Man || WC: 1.1k~

“Nobu?”

“Mm?”

“You’re staring.”

“Mm.”

“You’ve been standing in front of the mirror for at least five minutes now.”

“…Mm.”

To anyone else the conversation would seem unproductive to the point of being useless at best, extremely frustrating at worse, but you’ve long since learned how to speak Takanobu Aone fluently. He’s always been a man of few words, but his reticent disposition only serves to add weight to whatever it is he does decide to say. But even when he reduces his lexicon to monosyllabic sounds there’s more than enough there for you personally to decipher. Everything—from the tilt of his lips, to the crinkle of his eyes, to the least little change in inflection—has a distinct meaning.

This is why you know that he’s less than pleased with the view the mirror provides. You can hear it the slight way he hesitates, can see it in the way that the already hard set line of his mouth pulls down just that little bit more and in the deepened furrow between his eyes. The changes are minuscule, almost being impossible to differentiate from his natural resting face, really, but you’ve spent far too many hours cataloging every little divot and plane of him with eyes and fingers both to not notice the difference.

What you don’t understand, however, is the why of it all.

He looks beyond handsome in his suit—a deep slate gray number paired with a paler gray button down and monochromatic accessories—filling it out beautifully with a body honed by years of hard work, gym dates, and volleyball. Even though his days of organized sports are behind him, he still likes to keep in shape so that he doesn’t have to worry about bringing his teammates down whenever he’s able to indulge again, and it certainly shows.

You give in to the urge to trail an appreciative hand over the length of his arm, playfully squeezing at the impressive bulge that is his bicep as you go, before tangling your fingers together in a well-practiced move. Pulling him in close, you press a kiss to the corner of his jaw before saying, “You know you look good, right?”

Aone eyes your reflection and you give him a wink just to see his already budding blush intensify. And he doesn’t disappoint, with the rosedust that coats his cheeks deepening into something ruddier as he drops his eyes down and away.

“I’m serious, babe,” you insist, “you look fantastic. You’ve been staring yourself down all this time, you gotta know…”

For his part your man just huffs—a short, dismissive sound that leaves you frowning—as he refuses to meet either of your gazes in the mirror.

“I look… ridiculous,” he finally mutters after a few long moments.

It’s like someone snatches the needle off of the record that is your brain.

He thinks he looks what? The pair of you might be looking at the same man, but clearly your perceptions aren’t matching up and that just won’t do.

“Hey now, none of that. Nobu—Takanobu Aone, look at me.”

The drawn out hum is as close as he ever gets to whining, and cute though it may be, the self-depreciation that drives it is decidedly not. Honestly you have no idea where this is coming from all of a sudden, but you do know that you don’t like it.

Aside from being aware of how others tend to perceive him and taking care to not cause anyone needless distress, Aone’s never been overly concerned with his looks one way or another. He’s told you time and again that the only person whose opinion matters to him in that regard is yours—“And so long as you like what you see, I’m a happy man.”

Of course this isn’t to say that he’s placing the burden of his self-worth on your shoulders, but rather that he’s grounded enough in himself that he doesn’t have to worry about the irrelevant opinions of others. But still, he’s just a man at the end of the day, and bouts of insecurity are normal—though that doesn’t mean you’re gonna let this slide.

Once you finally get him to look at you again you direct his gaze back towards the mirror. With some gentle urging he straightens up to his full height, shoulders back and head held high. A wayward beam of sun snakes it way through a gap in the curtains, the pastel light of a slowly setting sun cutting across his face to diffuse the dusk of his irises into something more akin to clover honey. The effect only adds to his already devastating beauty, and god, you cannot for the life of you understand how he can’t always see just how handsome he is.

You slot yourself in against him, one arm coiled around his back, the other braced against the space right over his heart; it’s familiar pose that sees him wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in tight. You allow all of the adoration and appreciation that you feel for him to pour out through your eyes as you rake them shamelessly over his reflected form, from the pale halo of his hair down to his feet and back again, wanting to embolden him even as you take your visual fill of him.

“Firstly, I refuse to let you talk about the man I absolutely adore like that, especially when he’s looking this damn good, like… Sir. I definitely need to get you into a suit more often.”

And then quickly out of it because holy shit… Though you leave that particular thought behind your teeth you’re fairly certain that something in your expression ends up telling off on you anyway, if the new wave of redness that stains his cheeks is anything to go by.

“And secondly– Okay, so, there actually isn’t another point that needs to be made right now, but any time’s a good time to remind you just how much I love you, sooo—I love, Takanobu. So very, very much.”

Aone murmurs your name around a smile that’s quickly hidden away when he ducks his head down to place a kiss against your temple. He lingers for a long moment, just breathing you in, before he finally pulls away with a sigh. He regards the pair of you with thoughtful eyes before nodding.

“We do make for a pretty cute couple, huh?”

“Oh, the absolute cutest,” you agree with a nod. “Now come on, we need to get going if we don’t want to be late past the point of being fashionable—though with ‘fits like these I’m not entirely sure that’s actually possible.”

A/n: If your name is Aone, and you’re really handsome, come on raise your haaand~! Oh, to be Aone’s cute lil s/o, going to some nondescript high class function in complimentary outfits…

Tadashi Yamaguchi

By Your Side (Until the End of Time) || WC: ~2k

The last thing you expect to hear when you enter your shared bedroom is the sound of watery sniffles.

When he doesn’t greet you at the door with his usual flurry of hugs, kisses, and questions about your day, you assume that Tadashi is either out at the gym with Tsukki or down for a nap. The former option is discarded once you find his gym bag and shoes still tucked away in your tiny hall closet, and so you move through the apartment on light feet so as not to wake him. He rarely ever takes naps if for no other reason than the absolute havoc that they wreak on his already tenuous sleep schedule, but given how hard he’s been working these past few weeks you certainly cannot say that he doesn’t deserve one.

It had been your plan to change into something more comfortable before making a hybrid of your favorite meals to celebrate surviving another week, but now…

You say his name on an exhale, sorrow and anxiousness both twisting around in your gut like a pair of unruly serpents, as you cross over to where he’s curled up on the bed. It’s clear from his lack of reaction that he wasn’t able to hear you over the sound of his own choked breaths, but the minute your weight settles onto the mattress it’s like somebody flips a switch.

Clearly the last thing Tadashi wants is for you to see him like this. The minute he registers your presence he turns into a humanoid hurricane, tossing blankets and tissues around in an effort to conceal his breakdown from you. It takes the better part of the next couple of minutes for you to get him to stop freaking out and then another five—as well as a lot of cuddles and head scratches—for him to actually tell you what it is that has him so upset.

Apparently all of the double shifts and added overtime were all taken on in hopes of securing a promotion. Though the higher-ups had assured him that he was a shoe-in, they also made it very clear that he could be easily usurped if he “ –didn’t put in the work.” Corporate-typical bullshit, naturally, but that’s the world you live in. Tadashi had gone through the motions, taking on projects that were far above his pay grade and logging more hours than what was probably legal, only for it to come to nothing in the end.

“They gave it to Ono,” he spits out the man’s name as if its temporary residence in his mouth is an offense in itself, “even though he didn’t do shit. What makes it even worse is that he didn’t even try to take credit for anything! Not that he has too, I guess. He’s marrying into the family—the regional manager’s daughter, in fact, and Mister Hara has to ‘secure her future’ or whatever.”

You’ve been mostly quiet so far, just keeping him close and letting him vent, and up until now your plan has been proving to be successful. Talking it out allowed Tada to self-soothe, with the worse of his frustrations and anger being somewhat alleviated by having someone who’s firmly on his side lending him an ear.

Though his emotions have ebbed and flowed throughout his retelling, they had been steadily stabilizing right up until he spoke that last sentence. You have no idea what it is about the statement that’s left him quaking in your arms once more, and your questions net you little more than jerky little shakes of his head.

“Tadashi,” you start, your hands gently cradling his head as you force him to meet your stare.

Watching the way his eyes leak like cracked levees, the tears cascading down his cheeks in a near constant stream to collect against your palms and drip down your wrists… it breaks something in you. You have to bite down hard on your own emotions before you fall headfirst into a grief that you don’t fully understand. Falling apart now won’t do either of you any good, this you know, and so you quickly center yourself with a deep breath before trying again.

“Tadashi, baby, please—please just tell me what’s wrong. Tell me how to help, how-how to fix this– You know how much I hate seeing you hurt like this…”

Your pleads have the exact opposite effect, though you probably should’ve seen that coming since when he gets like this his anxiety has tendency to feed off of your own. The potential to get caught up in a loop of negative feedback is always there, but you’ve both managed to get a handle on things over the years. As a result it’s been a long, long time since you’ve seen your man this upset and honestly it’s a view that you could’ve gone the rest of your life without revisiting.

Once it becomes obvious that your words are falling on sorrow-deafened ears you give up on trying to understand the situation for now and instead help him to work through it. Tender hands and loving reminders are all that you can offer him, and nearly more than what he’s willing to accept at first, but eventually he leans into your ministrations before settling himself again. The pair of you exist in the hush for a long while after, both too afraid of what will happen if you dare to breech it too soon.

Your hands occupy themselves with carding through his hair—the crop of it far shorter than the floppy mop he rocked from your earliest years right up until college graduation. The length was just another thing he sacrificed when he entered the working world in an effort to make himself more marketable to people who would never appreciate that which was simply expected. Though you certainly miss his longer locks, there’s more than enough there for you to play with and the motions are soothing to you both.

Eventually Tadashi’s breathing evens out and deepens. With his face buried against your stomach you cannot tell if he’s actually asleep or just on the verge of it, but you get your answer when he speaks again.

“I’m a dumbass,” he says, a bitter laugh punctuating the sentence.

You lightly bop him on the head for that one. “No you’re not, and you’d better not say it again. I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that—it’s illegal.” He snorts at that and earns another head bop for his troubles.

“If anyone’s the dumbass, it’s your boss,” you continue on. “I’ve heard you complain about Ono enough times to know he won’t last a month in that position—hell, the company as a whole may take a hit if he’s even half as much of a jack-off as you say. If Hara really wanted to secure his daughter’s future he should’ve talked her out of marrying such an incompetent jackass, but the whole family’s got shitty taste, I guess. Couldn’t be me, I’ll tell you that much. I like my men to be as brilliant as they are beautiful.”

With the side of his face smooshed against you, you’re able to land a decent boop on his nose, giggling and cooing at the way his face scrunches up at the brief bit of contact like a bunny. When you call him as such he nips at the fingers that are still tapping at his face before capturing the offending hand with his own and pressing a kiss into its palm. He raises his head to look at you then, a little smile gracing his face. The sentiment is soft and no small bit shaky, but there all the same, and only growing larger when you return it.

He reaches for you then, quickly crawling up and wrapping himself around you when you open your arms to him. He brushes his lips against your temple before resting his cheek against yours, and the tacky feelings of his half-dried tears is a bitter reminder of just how unfair the universe can be.

You press kiss after kiss along the salty tracks in an attempt to replace the pain with something sweeter. When you inevitably reach his lips Tadashi holds you in place with a hand against you jaw in a motion that’s desperate, but not demanding. It’s clear that he just wants to keep you close, to revel in this gentle intimacy for a little bit longer. When he does finally pull away he doesn’t go far, choosing instead to brace his forehead against yours as he lets out a little sigh.

“Thank you, baby, I… gods, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Your lips quirk up into a little smile as you promise him that he’ll never have to find out.

|| Bonus

“I’m sorry, Yamaguchi, you’re a good worker—one of the best we have, in fact—but I have to help secure my daughter’s future in any way I can. I’m sure you understand, and if not one day you will, when you have a child of your own.”

The brief conversation, if one can actually call it as much in good conscious, replays itself for the umpteenth time since sleep has deprived Tadashi of your company. He knows that entertaining the loop isn’t doing him any good, but there doesn’t seem to be much else for it. At least he’s past the point of oscillating between wanting to punch something and bawling his eyes out, having now found himself firmly in a place of nearly detached rumination.

Oddly enough once he found out the company that his longtime friend would be working at was family owned, Tsukki had warned him about the high potential of just such a snub happening. He had waved off the blond’s words at the time, writing it off to Kei’s naturally pragmatic disposition—“No, it’s cynicism, pure and simple”, the man would insist—but now…

He finds himself sneering at his boss’s words. As if Tadashi doesn’t have a future of his own to secure, as if he doesn’t have plans for a life with you—ones where you share a surname and taxes and everything else that comes with tethering your lives together in a more official capacity, from the wondrous to the beautifully domestic and pleasantly mundane.

He has always wanted to give you the whole of the world, but knowing that isn’t entirely possible (more’s the pity), he’s settled for giving you the best of what he can offer. That’s why he pushed himself so hard to be brave back in elementary school, why he took on AP class after AP class in high school, why he padded his resume with every club and volunteer program that his already packed schedule would allow for all through college. He’s done everything that he can to give himself the best shot at giving you the life that you deserve, but hard work and dedication means little in a world ran by men like Gen Hara.

The train of thought sees his mind drifting to the little velvet box that lay hidden in a larger, more nondescript box that’s tucked away in a rarely used corner of your closet.

He’d once heard it said that there is never an exact perfect time to ask someone to marry you, a thing that the universe seems determined to prove true with him as Exhibit A. Still, even with his carefully constructed plan laying shattered around him and a future that’s not so certain as it had been just twelve hours ago ahead of you both, he can’t help but to feel hopeful.

There may not be an exact right moment, true, but there is an exact right person and they’re right here beside him–

Where they always are and always will be—until death do us part.

A/n: Mmm—I love the smell of background ‘childhood friends to lovers’ trope in the morning lmao.

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

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stargate episodes that should have been, part 65: a young, up-and-coming goa’uld has some information about ba’al that the sgc might find useful. he’s the descendant of some random goa’uld who was recently deposed by ba’al. and since goa’uld apparently have all the memories of their ancestors up to the point of their birth, he knows what’s on the planet ba’al just took over! well, he knows what was there hundreds of years ago, but goa’ulds are hoarders, so it’s probably still the same. and on the planet is a device built by the ancients, though he doesn’t know its purpose because his ancestor wasn’t a scientist. but if ba’al were to find the machine, he would probably be able to use it, because he’s the only goa’uld who is a scientist. so it’s imperative that sg-1 acts now. they obtain a “key” to the shield covering the gate and determine that ba’al hasn’t changed the codes by tossing a radio through first. less obtrusive than a malp, in case someone’s guarding the gate. once they receive confirmation that the radio made it through, they walk through the gate dressed as ba’al’s jaffa, who i assume have ridiculously shaped helmets like all other jaffa. they find the gate is unguarded, because ba’al has not yet arrived on-planet and the jaffa in charge of the operation is slacking on security in order to make sure the throne room is suitably prepared. because security is so lax, they are able to pass into the fortress without issue… but are stopped on their way to the treasure vaults because why aren’t they helping to prepare the throne room? oh, they’re fetching a nice trophy to display? surely they don’t need five jaffa to do that? teal’c and cam follow ba’al’s jaffa to the throne room while sam, daniel, and vala continue on to the treasure vaults. there’s a lot of treasure to sift through, and vala is easily distracted, but eventually they find an ancient device buried under a pile of junk and get to work analyzing it. meanwhile, cam is busy critiquing the interior design of the throne room. he makes teal’c pick up the throne and move it a foot to the left. then he says “hmm” and makes teal’c move it back to its original position. in the treasure vault, sam and daniel are making little progress determining what the ancient device is. vala thinks it looks like a toaster. cut to: outer space. a ha’tak. ba’al has arrived. he rings down to the planet and enters the throne room. “excellent work,” he says, and sits in the throne. he makes a jaffa brief him on the contents of the treasure vaults, then decides to pay them a visit himself. he selects cam, teal’c, and two real jaffa to escort him. in the vaults, daniel is trying to translate some writing on the device. he thinks it says “incinerate” and declares the device to be a weapon. as he says this, ba’al enters the room, flanked by four jaffa. a weapon! and sg-1! this is great! they make a daring escape aided by teal’c knocking out ba’al with a single punch. unfortunately, they must report that the weapon remained in ba’al’s hands. cut to… ba’al, eating toast. turns out vala was right. it was a toaster. the end.

i was gonna suggest they use a "malp on a stick" but then i remembered that something has to entirely cross the event horizon to appear on the other side. that, and a malp on a stick is a little...ostentatious.

BUT THAT ENDING THO. yet another instance vala is entirely correct & no one listens to her. "incinerate," eh? i guess ba'al likes his toast burnt. also, i hope its one of those cool toaster's that emblazons pictures on ur bread.

#teal'c doesn't need any back up when it comes to ba'al alksdfjhas #also #cam & teal'c sound like my parents when they come home from home sense with a new appliance/coffee table/etc #sg1 #stargate episodes that should have been #asks

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eyeless-cunt · 4 years

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Ej being w a sexual shy reader

prompt 9 (?)

I mashed all of these prompts together into one— I thot they would fit 😳 (however it’s a lil different uwu)

also i listened to ego death by Mieke while writing this it goes with it WELL, so you should listen to it >:)) ON LOOP

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Summary: Y/N is alone and not fine with it. Ej is alone but fine with it. They mix. Ej remembers that his love is not immortal like him.

Word count: 3.3k

NSFW: u h. yes. It’s pretty mild tho and very VERY soft

Warnings: mild depression, grief, loss of a loved one, EXTREME FLUFFY NSFW, mentions of eating humans, mentions of reader death, slight angst, very fluffy, ej loves reader very much

Tag List: @jouchann

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Y/n was always shy. She grew up quiet, she lacked presence. She never raised her hand—nor her voice. She was talked over and trampled on. She grew up with loving yet quickly fading grandparents. They tried to give her attention but the life was draining out of them and quite frankly they wanted to spend their last years in the arms of their loving spouse. She didn’t mind, she figured she would rather spend all of her remaining time with her significant other as well. Although she had always figured that something like that was nowhere close to her in the near future. Or further future to be honest. She was too shy and small in character to make a lasting impact on anyone, after all.

Falling in love with an immortal demon wasn’t something shy girls did. Outgoing girls did that, spontaneous and loud and adventurous. Those were the type of girls to experience this. Confident and sure of themselves. Shy girls met someone in a library, in a coffee shop, maybe on a park bench. Not in the woods at four a.m. sobbing about their grandparents death.

It was cold and dark and wet. Her face was wet from tears and wet from rain, her fingertips and lips were red and freezing, ready to burst. She couldn’t go back inside. Not yet, not now. It had been a week since their death, her grandpa dying of simply old age, her grandmother fading one hour after digesting the news and coming to terms with it. Her heart was simply too broken. Instantaneous heart failure. They left her everything. The car, the house, the money, the cat— their belongings. She didn’t want any of it right now. She had no other family, no close friends. She was simply not the type to make a lasting impact on someone.

She didn’t want to go back to that house. She didn’t want to see their things laying around, now her things. They were all she had, how was she supposed to go on, being alone? She hated being alone and lonely and alone. If anything, the woods behind her house was almost comforting. The feeling of being watched, which usually would give someone chills and paranoia—helped. She wasn’t alone, she would walk into that house and her grandparents would wave hello at her, they would be holding hands from their separate but close recliners, watching whatever new show they found interesting at the moment.

Obviously, that wouldn’t happen. But she still thought it, hoped. Which was why she couldn’t go back inside. It would make it too real, they wouldn’t be there, she would be truly alone. As long as she didn’t go inside to see for herself, they might be still sitting inside, waiting for her. So she couldn’t go inside, or they wouldn’t be there anymore.

It was colder then before, even though the rain had stopped. The grass was starting to freeze, the sun had gone down more than two hours ago. She sat still against a tree trunk, holding her knees to her chest. She was tired, it was cold out here. She didn’t know if her fingers were still red or if they had turned blue. She didn’t have enough energy to check. Animals scurried around her, as if they knew she wouldn’t do them any harm. They knew she was incapable, so they ignored her and roamed around freely.

Her eyes were closing and opening, closing and opening, over and over and over again. Her head swayed, but she fought to stay up. Would her grandparents still be there if she fell asleep? She didn’t know, so she fought to stay awake. Her body won over her mind however, and soon her body slumped over as she hit the ground, her arms still curled into herself.

🔪Eyeless’s P.O.V🔪

I felt kinda bad. I mean, this girl was just sitting in my woods crying while it was raining. Watching her felt like an invasion of privacy...but then again she was in my woods. It was only fair that I watch her to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. How did she even get in? It seems that tall prick needs to up his game.

I was patient. I had lived a very long time, I had an endless amount of time to do whatever I wanted. I knew that waiting for someone or something meant nothing. However I did worry about her time. How long had it been? I figured pretty long when she slumped over onto the icy grass, sound asleep. Humans felt temperature, didn’t they? She would get hypothermia if this continued. I had already eaten. I wasn’t hungry. Being feral every once in a while really made you full as hell for a few weeks. The thought of more food grossed me out considering I had eaten so much. She was safe, for now. If she ever came in my woods again however, I wouldn’t be too sure.

So in a moment of rare kindness for something like me, I dropped down from my tree and crouched to get a good look at her. Was she a run-away? She looked young but...I sifted through her pockets. An old tattered wallet. She had a driver’s license, not that much else. Then again I didn’t really look, just wanted to find an ID of some sort. She was an adult. So homeless? No. She didn’t look it. So just having a mental breakdown? probably. I picked her up, and felt the cold in her skin. It didn’t affect me but it certainly made me worried-ish for her.

I didn’t know where to take her. Where did she live, where did she come from? I couldn’t just take her with me, could I? No, definitely not. She would scream and argue and thrash as soon as she saw me. Well, I guess I could just say I was a cosplayer. Of some...random obscure villian or something. If she didn’t believe it and thrashed and screamed then I would just kill her. Easy. Take her home, warm her up, take her back to her home, done and easy. I hadn’t done something this kind for someone I considered my food in a very long time.

I adjusted her in my arms, trying not to press on her her or hold her too tight. Trying to hold back strength was not something I had done in an even longer time, and I was not used to it. I’m not sure how long it took to get there, but halfway I noticed the blue of her lips. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it on over her head, not bothering to stick her arms through. She would retain more heat that way anyways. I’m not sure if i’m warm or cold, so it was a gamble to hold her closer to my chest. I did so anyways and started to jog, wanting to get there before she died.

When we got there I immediately turned on the heat. My house had many functions I didn’t use, although it seemed they finally had a use. I closed all the windows and doors, and grabbed a few blankets the previous (now long dead—like over 100 years dead) home owners had owned and kept in a spare closet. I laid her on the couch, although I wondered if my bed would work better for retaining heat. I figured there was no difference and kept her there, laying blankets on her. She would probably need a warm bath, but I figured she wouldn’t want me to stick her in there for fear of her wet clothes. I didn’t see an issue with undressing her but I vaguely recalled a moment when I walked in on Jane showering. I didn’t see an issue, she hit me with every bottle in there.

I wasn’t sure of what else I could do for her, so I ended up sitting in front of her on the couch. It was a few hours before she woke up, but I was patient. I have time. I wondered if I would have to kill her or not. I wouldn’t want to eat her, so it would be a waste.

🔪Third person P.O.V🌸

She had a short dream. Grey skin, navy blue, hot tar leaking out of holes in the wall, screaming. A lot of fire and singing. Then she didn’t dream at all. When she woke up, she was surprisingly comfortable. Her back hurt a little, and was a little cold, her hands were a bit numb, and she was sleeping on a soft yet bumpy surface. She liked being wrapped in these blankets, but she couldn’t seem to free her hands. They were trapped in something and she was far too weak to move them very much. He was surprisingly amused. She didn’t seem to know what was restricting her arms, and she didn’t seem all too panicked.

He thought her look of frustration was funny. They made eye contact. Kinda. They talked, although they don’t really remember what about. It took a long time, they weren’t sure how long, but eventually they entered a mutual relationship. Falling in love with immortal demons wasn’t something shy girls did.

Yet here she was. Her head in the lap of an immortal demon who she was in fact in love with. She never did end up going into that house, she tried. She tried and tried but the thought of her grandparents not being there when she walked in always stopped her. She always somehow found her way back to Jack’s house. Over and over and over and over again. Somehow she found her way into his lap. He absentmindedly played with her hair, not sure of what was happening on the Tv. He only installed it because she was always bored when he was gone. He didn’t mind the noise, as long as it wasn’t too loud.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had last gone ‘feral’. It seemed crude to call it that, but technically that’s what he did. He planned on never getting into that state as long as Y/N was alive. Or at least around him. He hadn’t eaten in a week. He grimaced, knowing his last helping shouldn’t even of lasted him this long. He needed to go. He needed to hunt. But she seemed so content in his lap, and he knew he wouldn’t turn for at least another week if this continued. He had time. He could let her stay like this. She yawned, and looked up at him, smiling sweetly. He was sure he could feel his chest warm up his entire body.

She sat up and turned to lift up his mask, pecking him lightly on the cheek and giving another sweet smile. He never thought of humans as sweet creatures. But the woman in his lap was very sweet. Sweeter than any human he’d ever killed and tasted. Sweeter than the sugar water BEN had forced down his throat once. She was soft and quiet, until she opened her mouth. She had a lot to say then. He had time. He could listen. He could be patient. He would always be patient with her.

He wasn’t so sure how patient he’d be if he went feral. But swiped that thought out of his head. He wouldn’t go feral. He would hunt tomorrow—that’s what he decided. Sure she’d be by herself for a day or two but she knew the drill. He’d feel a bit bad as she clung to him, hopping he wouldn’t leave. A little guilty as he walked away from her as she held back tears. But she knew the drill.

He sometimes forgot that she didn’t have as much time as him. Forgot that one day she would leave this world and her human body would rot and decay into nothingness. She wouldn’t be sweet anymore. She’d be bones that he’d bury under a tree or some shit. He would pass her grave in a thousand years and he might not remember her voice by then. That thought sent him spiraling.

She would die. She was human. One day her life would end. The thought of him forgetting her voice, the way her kisses taste so sweet, the feel of her hands in his hair as a tv he didn’t give two fucks about droned on in the background. He didn’t want to forget. He never wanted to forget how warm her body was, the only temperature he’d ever actually felt. The only thing he’d ever actually love.

He didn’t want to leave her anymore. He hated leaving her. He’s never loathed anything more than being apart from her and knowing that while he was away, she was aging. She would grow old. Her bones would become brittle, and her eyesight would leave her. He would lose her and have to bury her in the ground. Cover her in dirt while bugs chewed at her corpse.

But he had to go. Or he would lose her even earlier, to himself. That would be unbearable. He would never be able to live thousands of more years peacefully if that happened. He might get over it, after how long. That made him hate himself. He looked down at her, her eyes trained to the Tv ahead of them. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and when he pulled back she pushed foreward and caught him by the mouth. He couldn’t help but think about how sweet she was.

She pushed him back even farther, and he let her. Her hands pulled him closer, as close as he could get. She would never get enough of him, of how soft he was. His skin was soft, and so was his mouth. She was sure he’d never picked at the skin there like she had. A bad habit that made her lips bleed and harden. It made her self conscious, but Jack never seemed to mind. She was glad. She wasn’t expecting him to pull away and pull off his shirt. Sure, they’d gotten showers together and all that, but that wasn’t an action with sexual intent behind it. They’d never gotten that far. She assumed he never wanted it, or that she wasn’t desirable. Or maybe demon-like creatures like him just weren’t into things like that.

Him pulling her into his lap seemed to tell her otherwise. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Her mind was a mess. Were they about to have sex? Did he want it? Did she want it? Of couse she did. But did he? Her hands shook, so she gripped his arms, a bit embarrassingly. He probably noticed. He kissed her forehead, sweetly.

“Do you want to?”

She practically gulped. She was incredibly nervous, and her anxiety kept reaching new heights. She’d never even kissed someone before Jack came into her life. She had never been close enough to a person before. This went from 0-100 in minutes. She nodded anyways, but he didn’t seem to believe her.

“Are you sure? You look pale. We don’t have to. We can just go back to cuddling and watching Tv. Okay?”

“No, i’m just nervous. I’ve never done any of this.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think I have either.”

“You don’t think?”

“I don’t remember much of my human life. I might’ve, but who knows?”

That made her laugh a little, even though it was a bit sad. She felt better, but was still nervous. What if He didn’t like her body, or he was grossed out by it? When was even the last time she shaved literally anything on her body? Probably at least a week or two. She was sure he’d find that disgusting.

“We really don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to. But I also haven’t shaved it a while.”

He wanted to laugh at that. That was her reason? He thought it was silly, but if it was serious for her then he’d try to take it seriously too.

“I don’t care about things like that.”

“I haven’t gotten a shower.”

“I don’t care about that either, but if getting a shower and whatever else would make you feel more comfortable then you can do that, obviously. But I really, really, don’t care about any of that stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am positive. It seems a bit shallow to really care about something like that. And I honestly find you beautiful no matter what form to appear in. I would still love you just the same if you were covered in dog shit. I wouldn’t fuck you until you got a bath...but I would still love you.”

He felt like she needed just the right amount of love and validation from him to feel more confident, and he hoped he was making her feel better.

“I love you.”

He smiled at her and replied back with, “I love you too.”

He decided not to add ‘more’ or they would get into a full verbal war over who loved and missed who more. It was endearing to watch her fight over it so seriously, but tiring when it went on for more than thirty minutes.

He kissed her forehead again, waiting for her to make the next move. He wouldn’t do anything if she didn’t want him to something. He tried to be gentle and caring with her at all times, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. Even if it was the opposite of his nature.

She moved a bit cautiously, and he thought it was cute. Her mouth caught his, and he let her lead. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing anyways, so he figured he might as well go with it. She never sped up, so he didn’t either. She pulled off her clothes slowly, and still a bit nervously. He asked her again if she was sure. And she said yes, and kissed him harder.

He waited till she seemed more comfortable, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. The couch looked uncomfortable to her, and he didn’t want that to be a factor in her nervousness. She felt so soft, and he briefly wondered what he did to deserve this. This sweetness.

She held him closer to her, wrapping her legs against his waist. She had the quick thought that even his waist was perfect, and that that wasn’t really fair. His grey skin somehow made him even prettier, and she continued to think that through the whole night. He was gentle with her, even at the cost of his own pleasure. To him, it was worth everything and more to see her writhe under him, gripping onto him like there was no tomorrow. Her nails dug into his back, and she apologized profusely afterwards, even though he absolutely loved it.

He wanted to watch her move like that everyday for the rest of his never ending life. He only focused on her, and the faces she made. She would try to hide her face in his shoulder, or with a hand, but he always pulled it away so he could see. He kissed her everywhere, touched her everywhere, and she returned the favor, even though they really both had no idea what they were doing at first. It was endearing to watch her do her best for him, and Jack thought he’d never need anything else if only he could have her forever.

One day, she would turn to ash. But until then they would spend every moment they had together loving each other beyond comparison. He would spend his every waking moment living for her, until she would live no more.

#was it sad enough #hehe 👉👈#🌸#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fic #fic #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack fanfic #eyeless jack fic #slight angst #slight pp warning #fluff #creepypasta fluff

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misterbitches · 3 years

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hi! this is long as shit i’m sorry. i hope it makes sense. i ahve adhd and like 5 million learning disorders so this is just word vomit cos there’s so many words in my brain. my b.

i’ve had such a tough day so thank you for replying and sharing! @yeedak

i was thinking about what i wrote and i meant to clarify that as well. some cases are fine for both parties and it’s not like you weren’t consenting and it seems like you were happy! same with my friend who was dating a 20 yr old. if they’re happy you know i’ll clown on ‘em but yea. so for anyone that sees these posts your relationship with your partner who is older or whatever. i’m some dumb girl on the internet okay. ill side eye older ppl tho

i think a lot of people feel the same way you do now (me included.) it feels really good at the time but alter we can see the dynamics playing out. i’m 29 now and i think aging is just such a huge process. it’s wild how you at 31 are a totally different person, right?

and the US racism is probably some of the worst ever in its iteration because of slavery which started from europe etc but USA is so fucking unique bc of columbus bringing slaves here and displacing indigenous peoples or hispanola and because america is so influential the way it views race, particularly with black people as objects, has so deeply permeated into the current historical psyche globally. it’s fascinating to track how necessary anti blackness is to the flourishing of america but also the world at this point. also want to point out how fuckign scary sinophobia is here especially for covid. one is a straight historical line (black ppl + the US) and the other had to be manufactured and to continue to exploit the non-white americans and keep antiblackness in tact.i could go on about this all day. the pain of this place is immense.yet as bad as it is here, this is still the only place i truly feel safe as a black person. because of the unique experience we have in america and through the diaspora especially because we are veyr much ocncentrated here. it would be nice to like move to norway and have some alleviation financially or get free healthcare it’s just not feasible if no one looks like me. it’s fucking tough.

i hope you don’t hate it here though and people treat you with respect. but as you know being a woman and jewish and an immigrant....shit is tough. the USA is a hellhole. :( america is so deeply tainted and desperately bad because it was founded on strife and blood and there’s no way to reverse that and what this country did in turn when it gained enough power and could capitalize off of the colonial forefathers. this is why we hsould all luv revolution!!!

HOWMEVERRRR

boy oh boy oh BOY OH BOYYYYYYYY. well wlecome to the world of BL lmao especially as an adult with some obviously deep perspective just given your background. it is a fucking mess and it’s a hard mess to like but it pulls you in. i approach it like i do with soap operas since these are essentially telenovelas, you know? just like the drama at a billion. but the tricky part of that is like....what parts of it do we understand for critiquing? because so many of the shows are so bad at being like good pieces of things to look at just production wise and story wise. but i feel like these shows ask us to take them seriously, so why shouldn’t we take the content seriously? and this is being primarily peddled to young girls.

i bring this up often but i read this thing about yaoi and the interest younger women/girls have in BL and its fascination with pederasty essentially. this component i think is key when we talk about who gets affected by these things the most. society in general is bad 4 girls bla bla we know lmao but in “more sexually conservative” societies it may be harder for these girls to feel safe even expressing normal emotions romantically and sexually and particularly with guys. some people hypothesized, and i think i agree with this hypothesis, that they can live through the casualness of BL. they don’t feel threatened because they can put themselves into the shoes of the other character. oftentimes, the more feminine or the younger. this was in conjunction with the age gap aspect (they say pederasty as well because there’s unethical age gaps that r gross and that is indeed what we would at least call a touch of sexual abuse if people dont feel like calling it an obsession with youth and power and uhhh young ppl and perhaps kids) where maybe girls could see themselves in these situations as the person being saved, loved, taken care of, and sadly also sexually active and penetrated.

i think that’s just one aspect of it but i do think there’s validity in who gravitates towards it. i cannot imagine seeing this stuff and not getting enough information as a young kid, i sure as fuck know i didn’t!, and seeing these things and you look at it with 0 critique because you’re young and you may have no interest in it or you simply cannot understand what is wrong. no one is teaching you these things and these shows confirm it. and it is wild how intrinsic patriarchy is to BL although in its existence it also can’t be in line with patriarchy given the nature of two [cis] men!

it begs the question about the replacement aspect. is it just so girls can put themselves in these characters shoes? if so then that means we believe that gender is so interchangeable within our relationships and interactions and that doesn’t seem right. there’s more to lgbtq+ than just existing; it’s finding ways to communicate, finding a family, safety, your people, being a free person. there’s a lot to gain and a lot a lot to lose. and a gay man is also not a woman because those are also two distinct experiences. especially in societies that have a more hidden aspect to sexuality (idk how to word this bc the BL industry would NEVER survive in america but in a way there’s a more “progressive” look at homosexuality but it’s still fucked up because we live in a Society, you know? at the same time look at what we are doing to trans kids. literally waging war so it’s bonkers how we all collectively have some real progress happening but at the same time not at all. the concept of ‘ladyboys’ and the frequency we see trans people in thai shows is wild and something that we absolutely do not see here in the US. still, none of these groups feel safe or are getting better material conditions in either place. we just show the ways we can try and tolerate oppression witout eliminating it imo)

to me it is clear: it’s money. which most things exist to make money so. but also who is the audience for these shows? and they have to market towards them. all that said all hope is not lost there are some decent shows. it’s just like regular media on TV though where it’s so fucking saturated as an industry that it’s literally sifting through garbage. and there are some days when you can handle the trash and others where it really fucking hurts to watch the violence, the rape, the manipulation, the violations, the stupid messaging. i have never seen more people trying to do mental gymnastics and seeing if things were “technically rape” than in teh BL fandom and that is so fucking sad.

i came into these shows at 28 with almost 0 clue of what as media BL was like esp as media that countries can use as soft power with the revenue. but i realize like...i’m 29 now and so many people don’t have a sizeable, though not huge, amount of life experience. and i wonder for people on the internet who are usually searching for something if they spend so much time on it like what a 15 year old girl thinks. what a 20 year old girl thinks.

it is incredibly problematic and so awful but there’s also some rewards. if you haven’t i would definitely watch i told sunsset about you which i don’t think i’m going to finish and i doubt i’ll watch the second installment (watch this be a lie) but when i say some fucking impeccable storytelling and art? phew. now that is a fucking piece of media that works. it takes from moonlight heavily and you can see like...the artistic dedication is there and the story makes its world and sets up its stakes extremely well.

i think because this is marketed towards much younger people too they know they dont have to try as hard. but they SHOULD because then you can have a fucking masterpiece like that. i think even this prolific gay thai filmmaker (who is like solidly against the government) who is so respected (and who i like a lot! if u wanna know i can tell u lmao but the films are very uhhhhhhhh “artsy”) would like i told sunset about you. i wish more people had budget like that and also just cared about the stories. it’s the fucking magic of art to figure out what you can do but there is very little incentive honestly. idk i am very pessimistic. there are days when it’s really a great pick me up and distraction but it is never a place i would love for to feel seen or heard but i’m more of the mind of i never trust the mainstream until they prove me wrong ;)

or i never trust the mainstream and i still buy into it anyway and then cry when i don’t like what i see adn i yell “BOO GET OFF THE STAGE!” when an old man won’t leave a teenager alone

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orange-plum · 5 years

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I just finished good omens, and I crave more content. Do you happen to have any fic recs 👀

I do! I’m really picky tho so I don’t have a lot, which is saying something cuz I’ve sifted through hundreds of fics this week. I also have not ventured into the Good Omens book tag, only the 20019 tv one, so there could be more out there but I’ve just not went there.

Four times Crowley called Aziraphale "sweetheart" without noticing (and One time he did)

Final Temptation (kinda nsfw but very vague)

Strange Bedfellows

Too Generous

Stopgap (BEST GO FIC I’VE FOUND BY FAR. I could read this everyday til I die. The writing style and characterizations are on point)

Angel Kisses (nsfw)

Think of Me Always (I like this one a lot too, esp for the Freddy Mercury scene)

Show/Tell (I like their Crowley)

Minor Sins (nsfw)

Running to Catch Up

If I get any more I’ll add them to the list

#asks #good omens #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #ineffable husbands #pachirisupaw

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m y url!! ily monique ♥

i made the meme up. you don’t tell me what you always wanted to say “bEfOrE 2020 eNdS”, I do. send your url.

drac,,, drac drac drac,,,, meeting you was one of the most unexpected yet most memorable moments of my life. meeting through thirsting over Diavolo? in a group chat? openly???? thirsting??????? in my christian home???? AND IT BEING HONORED??? UNDERSTOOD? SOMEONE ELSE SEEING HIS POTENTIAL AND NOT TELLING ME HE’S SHADY IMMEDIATELY BUT INSTEAD, ACKNOWLEDGES HE’S HOT, ACKNOWLEDGES THE SHADE BUT PROCEEDS TO PASS THAT UP WITH “TITS THO”. LIKE... SUPERIOR. SUPERB. I’LL NEVER FORGET IT, YOU’VE ENABLED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE AND I’LL ALWAYS, ALWAYS APPRECIATE IT.

I’m getting way too ahead of myself, foR STARTERS... your - bluntness? specifically with nsfw ideas/images, like, that stood out to me for sure KSAJFH mostly bc I was too shy to say anything - to anyone, really. starting Diavolo had me On Edge and the amount of times I got told he was shady always left me feeling unmotivated to say anything more bc “just let me talk, jesus-” KJSAF but you understood where I was coming from. I honestly didn’t see us getting any closer than just talking briefly on the groupchat but nope - it turned out for the better. who would’ve thought thirsting over a thicc demon could create beautiful friendships? I’ve spent Lots of nights just talking to you, the talks of dragons, anIMATIONS, art - TANGLED, A TREASURE, our gremlin brats and their chemistry ( which quickly developed into a precious ship to me, it’s always a subject that makes me smile and you have this tendency to send Auri and just talk about the ship at the right times ) - and just having your company on those nights where I needed just someone there. I’d never say it directly in those moments but you were always there, maybe some nights scolding me for being up late but still, your company was - and still is - something I deeply cherish and appreciate. I still remember those nights of you sending animations with songs that I listen to this day because of you. I’m one to remember stuff just because but I always listen to songs you send just to remember and - frankly, the songs u send are also things I’d listen to kfsja you’re so calm and fun to talk to - the way your energy can switch from vibing/thirsting to passionate and excitement when you’re talking about Auri, Ivy, Yanira and Eulalia - your PASSIONS WITH WRITING, IN GENERAL JUST.. THE LORE OF DRACANAR, THAT BLEW ME AWAY WHEN YOU’D TALK TO ME ABOUT THE DETAILS... even sending - just- everything you’ve written thus far. your writing talents are remarkable and the first time you showed me, I was speechless bc? this is?? that was a lot. not in a bad way but - I still sifted through all of it. ASFJ still to this day, I enjoy listening to what information you have to share. I didnt know I needed information about dracanar but listen, you’ve provided it. and just this whole different world you have, I feel honored that you felt comfortable enough to share everything that you created with me. it’s a great privilege to have met you, to scream about the same interests we have, and to just experience the worlds you’ve written - the stories you have to tell are memorable ones and I’m excited to see what else you come up with. even the verses. even if I might know little, I still am super invested to see what obstacles your muses face and what they do in their situations. you’ve been nothing but a supportive friend to me and I really want to be the same for you, I’ll even wave all the glowsticks for u. you’re a wonderful listener- even when I suck at trying to talk about certain things but you’ve listened to me enough to make me feel at ease. you have no idea how much I value our friendship, my vocabulary isn’t advanced enough to be able to put it into words but I can never really transfer my emotions into writing asdfg still, it was one of the most unexpected bonds but kfjah I guess we have big tiddy demon to thank for that. I still remember being pleasantly surprised when u popped up out of the group chat - even if it was just to share Diavolo content ( which you’re always providing your findings still and I’m Eternally Grateful omg my savior ). and from there on, every little detail we’d share with our interests was like another pleasant surprise. because the amount of things we have in common jfsha like, you’ve made me feel comfortable here. you’re part of the reason I’m still around here, even on Diavolo. you’re patient with my lag kajfha you’re so calm but also just as enthusiastic. you’ve listened when there wasn’t really anyone else around and offered support - even if that support was demon tits. it still said a lot aksjfa I can just be a total sap about you and go on and on about what small actions you’ve done that meant a lot to me and why they did but this would become like 10 paragraphs. just please, out of all this mess, take with you that I love you so much. I value your friendship, your company, your personality, just you in general. it’s not the same now, looking at tangled and/or diavolo/auri, dragons, just - a lot of the things we’ve discussed, there’s slivers of you in my every day. and talking to you just makes the day a little better, even if its to discuss Auri’s gremlin tendencies or Diavolo being pushed into another lake by the hands of a bratty ass thief KFAJ I’m sure there’s other details I’m missing on wanting to tell you but I have like- the rest of 2021 to show and/or tell you in the ways I know how. thank you for everything. for being here, for being my friend, for listening for being you, for Auri and just the talk of demon tits. >:3c sending you-- all of my love and hugs and still waving glowsticks for u in support. you talented, beautiful, spectacular heathen.

#vesyia #SMOTHERS U IN HUGS AND SPINS U #nO ILY DRAC #not me playing waiting in the wings - an ode to this friendship mostly bc we both love it so much kasjfha #♚ — lord diavolo commented on your post. / answered.

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