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i can just imagine lil human falling asleep on Ofius's hand and he wont move

absoluty not

content to watch the human cuddle againts his pulse point, or wrapping their arms around his thumb like cuddling with a pillow

akin to an owner with their cat, did the cat fall asleep on ur lap? welp thats ur life now, dont dare move, enjoy it

You have him down character wise 100% cause he will sooner chop his arm off to let his lil human sleep peacefully than risk waking them up

Though for an out of vibe statement, Ofius is the first character of mine that comes to mind that would so willingly submit to self mutilation for his partner. Not saying no one else would but he wouldn't even give himself a half second to hesitate before tearing into his own body. So enjoy that...

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Ofius stares down at you, his expression unchanging from the endeared gaze he's has on you for the last hour and half.

His hand was splayed upright on the table, stretched out slightly for his comfort originally when you wandered over, sat in his palm, and as if the weight of the earth held him down he hasn't moved since.

Originally, you'd sat in his palm, leaning into the gentle touch of his fingers that so carefully curled up to hold you as best as Ofius could. His head resting in his free hand as he watched you, and talked on and on about a new idea you had, something that always delighted the giant to hear.

But eventually you laid back while conversing, and then you were curling up, closing your eyes.... Now you'd been fast asleep for some time, gripping onto the base of his thumb while resting your head against that part of his palm as it was the softest with the most give.

Ofius wondered if you could feel his heartbeat. The thought soothing his own heart. He just watched you.

Was his arm numb? Yes. Was it growing uncomfortable? For the last half hour. Did he have any plans on moving you? He'd sooner die, actually.

The giant only let out a quiet sigh, a small smile on his face as he tried to maneuver himself without moving the hand you're sleeping on, and rest his head on his free arm. Settling down right next to where you are so he can hear the faintest rhythm of a human heartbeat slowly sleeping away.

As long as you were comfortable, Ofius could find comfort and settle in for the night. He has a feeling you'd be asleep until sunrise at least anyway, so he looked over to you, admiring and taking in your precious appearance one more time before closing his eyes to sleep and bidding you an almost silent,

"Goodnight, little love."

let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship 

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um…oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums…. v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

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Bitch the silent scream I scrumpt…

WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM

Half serious/half joking: though not totally perfect, I like how the main PotC trio's bird names can reflect aspects of their personalities or stories.

Sparrows: The biggest stretch of the three, because it's a very communal land bird and such... but still some interesting things. Highly adaptable--can survive in a wide variety of environments; scavenger and opportunist; takes what it can from humans, gives (almost) nothing back; considered a nuisance by a lot of people, and there are laws in some places to get rid of them; will poach other birds' nests when it can; can actually swim when it needs to; super horny--literally traditionally associated with lust 'cause they do like rabbits; if it can find a mate it's mostly monogamous--they may find sidepieces they mate with away from their nest, and they might end up being a third-wheel 'helper' of a monogamous pair, waiting to be a back-up mate in case the current mate dies or whatever...

Swans: Water and land birds; have a reputation for appearing 'elegant' but can give geese a run for their money as the most aggressive assholes in their environment (don't mess with their families); mate for life, and are symbols of long-lasting love; many choose their mate before they're adults--they just bond and wait things out together until they're old enough for mating etc.; depending on species, mated pairs even migrate long distances together

Terns: The only true seabird of the three; beak pointy and stabby--and some species will throw down; artic terns are extremely aggressive ala Australian magpies, and will swoop or fight even humans, raptor birds or polar bears to protect its family--and they will draw blood; dives for fish--but knows how to use more powerful allies to make fish easier to catch (following dolphins, boats etc. that bring the fish to the surface for easier diving); mostly monogamous, with some noted instances of throuples; also noted for 'lesbian' pairings in a small number of species; doesn't have much of a nest a lot of the time--some have sparse nests on cliffs, BUT some species build cool floating boat-nests and live on the water with their families; artic terns in specific make the longest known migration in the animal kingdom, flying pole to pole bi-annually--enough to literally travel to the moon and back three times in the course of its lifetime

My man Hobie, would only spend a minute with Pavitr before recruiting him to steal all the stuff from British Museum to return to artifact's country of origin, especially Indian ones, and Pavitr would have no qualms over it and that's why they are best friends.

231201 - usher on twitter

Best new subtitle just dropped.

What a cute lil gremlin ^v^

Pumpkin Child!

Inspired by this comic by @iguanamouth: https://fangirltothefullest.tumblr.com/post/620172882310545408/chambergambit-defilerwyrm-unicornempire

I really couldn’t help but imagine the Dark Sides in this same situation and it made me laugh so I was inclined to make a comic about it! Virgil is a Grade A Gremlin. Me drawing pumpkins before Halloween? How weird! Patrons got early access to this.

@atomiktaco I blame you for making me want to make more gremlin Virgil.

GET ARBUCKLE’D MOTHERFUCKER

Done with Blood Fest Week 4! Keywords were “enliven” and “raw”, and I used the prompts “mask”, “knife”, and “venom”. Fun fact, Danny Johnson was my first ever slasher crush, but I’ve never actually written for him before. So I figured this was a good chance to go ahead and do that! Dunno if I’ll write him again, but I enjoyed this.

And I hope you guys do too! <3

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Epitome of Sweet Misery

AO3 link: Here

Pairing: Danny Johnson/Ghostface x GN Reader

Rating: Mature, NSFW

Word Count: 1,123

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, knifeplay, painplay, marking, crying, grinding, choking, threat of death, toxic relationship, it’s not Stockholm Syndrome but it’s got that kind of vibe, voice kink, only mildly tho, implied blowjobs, written with the intent of Ghostface being Danny Johnson but tbh it’s vague enough that you can imagine whichever Ghostface you want

You knew it was on purpose. You knew he wanted it to hurt.

Yes, the alcohol was to keep the wound sterilized – “Can’t have you dying on me yet,” he’d whispered, saccharine venom dripping from the words. But the fact that it did hurt, that every dab of the alcohol-soaked cloth after every slice sent fire roaring through your veins? It was fully intentional.

He wasn’t stupid. But he did love to make you squirm.

The gloved hand shifted against your back. You braced yourself. With tender, agonizing slowness, the tip of the knife dragged against your skin. Your flesh split open, spilling more blood down your back and sides, and you grit your teeth, twisted your fingers in the sheets and squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling. Then the alcohol-soaked cloth followed. Needle-sharp pain burned through the cut. You choked on a sob and shuddered through it, riding out the pain until it faded and only a drunken, dream-like high was left.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he purred. The cheap plastic of his mask brushed against your shoulder. Even with its presence, even with the voice changer, you could still hear the smile in his voice. “You’re doing so good, baby. Only three letters to go.”

He slid his free hand around your waist and pulled you flush against him, your back to the solidness of his front. The fabric of his costume rubbed against your raw, sensitive wounds, and you twitched, biting down a noise of discomfort. But then you were biting down a moan as he rolled his hips and made it impossible to ignore the hardness pressed up against your ass.

A promise for what was to come once you were finished.

It had been his idea – to carve his moniker into your flesh, to mark you as his. The two of you’d been going at this long enough that you might as well make it official, and who needed a ring when he had a knife?  Who needed to announce it to the world when it could be your secret? If he’d said it any earlier, before your fear and dread of his visits shifted to eagerness and anticipation, you would’ve screamed at him. Told him no, are you insane? Permanently fucking up your body so you could never truly be free from him? No. No. He could go shove that knife up his ass.

But now? Once the shock had worn off, glee had taken hold. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know his real name, his real face. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly that he wanted to carve his want into your flesh. The idea of that name – Ghostface – permanently etched into your skin, knowing that you’d be explicitly undeniably his, body and soul, forever….

It was worth it. Worth the pain. Worth the agonizing, teeth-gritting, sob-inducing pain.

You drew in a shaky breath.

Only three letters to go.

“Come on.” He traced little circles along your abdomen, just low enough to be tantalizing. “Don’t give up now. You’re so close.” The way he said it, so suggestively, voice dropping at the last word – your insides clenched. “I’m so close.” Another roll of his hips. You moaned softly.

“Okay,” you panted out. “Okay.”

You leaned forward, giving him access to your back. He hummed with satisfaction and stroked your skin. Admiring the canvas of your body. Before putting brush to canvas and painting it red again.

You held your breath, heart hammering its way up your throat as he cut and carved and sanitized. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. One cut. Two cuts. A third. A swipe of the alcohol cloth that made you dig your fingernails into your palms and bury your teeth into your lip. The letter “A” done. A long, curving cut next for the “C”. Another wipe of the alcohol cloth. He was hard against you as a sob threatened to escape. He was enjoying this, your pain, your struggle to contain it. Somewhere deep inside, bitterness festered at the thought. But it was soothed by a sweet caress, by a whispered, “You’re so good for me. Almost there, baby.”

And oh, did you want to be good for him.

You were soaked in sweat and blood at this point. Lungs too small as you tried to get enough air in to combat the pain, to keep from jerking away or squirming at the wrong moment. Almost there almost there almost there. Four more cuts, one more swipe of alcohol, and you were done.

Fuck, fuck, you could do this.

One cut. The vertical stem of the “E”. A whimper forced its way out. A tremor went through your body. You desperately clutched at the sheets. Then a horizontal line coming from the bottom of the stem. Pain burned through every muscle, every vein, every atom.

Then the third line.

You couldn’t help it. A cry burst out of you as you arched in pain. Then a hand clamped around your throat, cutting you off mid-sob. You choked. Struggled for air. Writhed.

“You were doing so well,” he hissed in your ear. Even as he sounded angry, he sounded excited, enlivened, as if your failure was just more fuel for his pleasure. “You were so close. You almost did it perfectly. And you messed it up at the last second.”

You clawed at his fingers around your windpipe. Your head swam, pulse pounding like a jackhammer to the skull. And then he let you go. You doubled over, hacking and desperately sucking air in. Even as you struggled to breathe, heat and arousal flooded your system. At this point, what was the threat of death but an aphrodisiac?

“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” You barely heard his words over the sound of your own coughing. Not till fingers were digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look into the lifeless eyes of the contorted, screaming mask. Tears blurred your vision, even as you thought, He loves me. Surely, he loves me. “Now what?” he whispered.

You could guess. Punishment, of some kind. A teasing, delicious, cruel punishment where he got to cum and you didn’t, where he used you like a mindless fucktoy to satisfy his own pleasure and you weren’t allowed to give yourself any release.

“Get down on the ground.”

You instantly crawled off the bed and dropped to your knees. And as you looked up at him, at that pale visage as he stood before you and started unbuckling his belt, anticipation heated your gut and pooled lower down.

What were you if not a loving victim and a perfect plaything?

Peacocking noun [u]

1. Ostentatious dress or behaviour employed by a man in an attempt to impress women.

… or another man.

insp.

wow 🧍

HEROIC INTERVENTION. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

so i was writing this headcanon for one of my characters, and it got me thinking about how some characters are absolutely, to their very core, protectors, and even then they still need protecting! so i made this list which is similar to about five other memes i've made. feel free to add a "reverse" if you so wish! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN. THANK YOU.

FROM THE SENDER TO THE THREAT:

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " is there a problem over here? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " can i help you with something? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " i think it's time you were leaving. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " why don't you and i go outside for a sec? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " you wanna tell me why you're hassling my friend? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " you better start running before i really get pissed. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " i'm sure there's a rational explanation behind you upsetting this person? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " i hope you're not thinking of staying here a moment longer. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " get out. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " right, either you leave or i kick you out. your choice. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " i think it's fairly obvious my friend doesn't want anything to do with you, don't you? "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " leave them alone. now. "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " didn't you hear them? back off! "

[ TO THE THREAT ]: " don't even think of pretending you didn't hear me the first time: leave! "

FROM THE SENDER TO THE RECEIVER:

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " hey, are you okay? "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " don't worry. i'll take care of this. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " why don't you go on out back? i got this, it's okay. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " here. you go on into the car, alright? i'm right behind you. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " is this person bothering you? "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " it's okay. hey, hey… look at me. they're gone. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " hey… what's going on? what's wrong? i… has this person said something to you? "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " it's alright. the others just went out to the car; why don't you join them? i'll handle this. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " hey, hey… talk to me, huh? what's the matter? you look like you've seen a ghost… who was that? "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " don't be scared. i'm going to take care of this. i promise. "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " you don't need to say anything. just nod if you want me to kick them out, okay? "

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " you're alright. i'm right here, don't worry. and they'll be gone before you can blink, that's another promise. "

ACTIONS:

[ HAND ]: sender, having seen the receiver's encounter with the threat, gently takes the receiver's hand to assure them they aren't alone.

[ INTERVENE ]: sender wordlessly steps in between the receiver and the threat, facing the threat while shielding the receiver from them.

[ BLOCK ]: sender steps in between the receiver and the threat, this time facing the receiver while turning their back to the threat and blocking them from the receiver's line of sight.

[ BACK ]: sender places a protective and gentle hand on the receiver's back, preparing to guide them away from the threat.

[ DOOR ]: sender firmly but politely insists that the threat leave the building, and escorts them out of the door.

[ EXIT ]: sender physically catches hold of the threat and drags them away from the receiver, and outside of the building.

[ PUSH ]: sender places a careful hand on the threat to keep them at arm's length, and steps forward again to give the receiver more space between them and the threat.

[ SHOVE ]: sender runs over and forcefully shoves the threat back and away from the receiver.

[ SPACE ]: sender pushes between the receiver and the threat and begins to move forward, invading the threat's personal space as both a means of intimidation and a way of getting them away from the receiver.

[ DIVERT ]: sender arrives behind the threat and gains their attention, distracting them from the receiver so as to give them time to leave the area.

[ CLEAR ]: the sender firmly and clearly tells the threat that they are no longer allowed in the premises nor anywhere near the receiver.

[ ARM ]: sender wraps a protective arm around the receiver and guides them away from the threat and out of the premises.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender, having seen the receiver's reaction to the threat and the threat's lack of consideration, moves forward and punches the threat in the face.

kekkai sensen ED - genshin impact version [anniversary stream] / liyue ed.