Does anyone care to know my headcanon/ fanfiction idea for Sylus and MC 😃 (It’s a little long so I’ll put it some of it under the cut)
MC eventually joins Onychinus because she finds out that people in the hunter organization are tied to EVER. I feel like she gets up to a lot of antics that she just never reports (she wears that watch everywhere so of course they know. There’s also no way it’s not a tracker) but they let it slide because she’s a great “asset”
So, MC just got her memories back about EVER in the N109 Zone, her adoptive grandmother was a scientist for EVER, and the people in charge at her dream job basically just want her on their side as a weapon.
She goes to Sylus teary eyed, throws down a file in front of him, and asks if he knew about it.
“Did you know about this? Answer honestly.”
“No, I didn’t. You should know by now that I’d never lie to you. Besides, sweetie, I’ve got my own power. I don’t need yours.”
Anyways, MC takes some time off to think and at the end she decides to join Onychinus because Sylus is the one person who’s never lied or wants her aether core (she also has some separation anxiety and enjoyed being with him so much that she can’t go back)
She’s a natural at Onychinus antics which makes sense especially since her and Sylus come from the same place…truly kindred spirits and all. I keep thinking about how in the main story when she got into a shoot out/ high speed chase with Sylus and she says something like “Linkon could never give me this much freedom” and it’s like yeah…she fits right in.
You women shouldn’t ever experience a man talking you through it because yall will end up in love, not high school love but bat shit crazy in love w that man and he was meant to just be a sneaky link.
And let me just say —
The Men That Talk You Through It Even if They’re Your Sneaky Links:
Sanji, Nanami, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tengen, Shanks, Ben Beckman, Rayleigh, Killer, Fatgum, Gojo, Rengoku, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Jean, Connie: They meant it. They know the consequence of talking you through it, hell they even do amazing aftercare. They can’t help their feelings for you EVEN THOUGH you both swear it’s just about sex. “That’s it baby.” “Just like that, mama.” “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” “I know, baby i know, look at me, princess.” “Good fucking girl, one more for me?”. Maybe with enough talk he’ll convince you to stay the night and be more than just an occasional hook up and an empty bed space when he wakes up.
Kageyama, Suna, Toji, Geto, Roger, Benimaru, Aizawa, Law, Kid, Sanemi, Giyuu, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Atsumu: They do it, but curse the fact that they did. It’s not that they don’t want to, but they refuse to allow feelings get in between what you both strictly agreed on. Yes. To some it’s just talking you through it, but sometimes, when he puts you on your back, finally coming to that 3rd orgasm, you have this dazed look in your eye, your tired and full of bliss he almost says the big three words. Dammit. He can’t deny himself to just speak and praise you as he cleans you up with his tounge. “You and i taste so good together.” “Fuck, the way you look at me is too good.” “That’s it, good girl just ride my fingers.” “C’mere.” Some nights he wants to get up and leave while you’re sleep in his arms, but his body just won’t let him. He loves your embrace in the morning.
it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…
and yet.
"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.
he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.
he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.
"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.
"fucking hell." he mumbles.
"what was that?"
he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.
"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.
"sure, anything."
his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."
//
"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.
this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.
"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.
"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"
"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?"
"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"
he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.
"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.
cw. mommy kink, mean dom!raf, degradation, dumbification
you’d finally gotten rafayel to agree to let you be on top. it took a lot of begging and a ton of coaxing to get him in this rare, vulnerable position—but you won. you should’ve been satisfied with just that… except his pretty moans and breathy little whimpers made you greedy. his scrunched up face and sweet pleas made you want more.
“you should try calling me mommy,” you breathed, palms gliding slowly over the firm planes of his chest.
and this snaps him out of his pleasure induced trance, his hands coming to your waist to halt your movements. he’s heaving, but he’s able to pant out a bemused, “what?”
your lips slowly stretch into a grin, “c’mon, don’t you wanna be a good boy?” you tease, your fingers moving to tweak his peaked nipples. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for mommy?”
it’s when his cock twitches in your soaked cunt that you realize he doesn’t hate the word. in fact, he might actually like it.
so, naturally, you push it even further.
you peel his hands off your hips and drop back onto his aching length, riding him with a rhythm that borders on mean. every filthy word you purr only deepens the color blooming across rafayel’s cheeks, his ears burning a furious beet red as he watches you take him exactly how you want.
“mommy just wants to make you feel good,” you whisper with a smile that can be heard in your voice. “can you tell mommy how good she’s fucking you, baby?”
and…maybe you shouldn’t have teased him. maybe you shouldn’t have taken a mile when he offered you an inch. and maybe—just maybe—you should’ve fucked him exactly the way you’d planned and ended it there. because rafayel isn’t blushing from the pleasure anymore. not even close.
rafayel was just pissed.
his hands come back to your waist, gripping you so hard that you’re cut off mid sentence by your own yelp of surprise. he flips you onto your back with ease, pinning both your wrists above your head with a single hand while his other hand wraps loosely around your throat.
“tch, mommy? really?” he deadpans, leaning in so close you can see his black pupils swallowing the blue and pink color of his eyes in real time. his cock is still pressed inside your pulsing, wet cunt—the very cunt that grips onto him for dear life. “you really want me to call you mommy…? fine.”
your eyes widen and pulse quickens at his sudden change of demeanor. one second he’s on his back whining and whimpering for you to go faster and the next? he’s got a hand around your throat and he looks like he’s about to devour you.
then he moves, pulling out of you and slamming into you like he has a point to prove. your back arches and a lewd moan pours out of you and it’s music to rafayel’s ears. then he does it again… and again… and again till he’s reached a quick, steady rhythm with his cock pistoning in and out of you.
all you can do is moan and cry, fresh tears springing to your eyes with every bump against your cervix.
“does that feel good, mommy? huh?” rafayel spits condescendingly. “am i being a good boy for you?”
and you clamp around him, eyes rolling back at the way his voice hits the name—low, smug, deliberate. rafayel catches every second of your reaction, of course he does, and the man actually snorts.
“hah. what’s the matter, mommy?” he drawls, tilting his head like he’s watching something pathetic. “cat got your tongue? or did i just fuck the words right out of you?”
it’s too much. his tone, his words, his cock—they’re all working in tandem to drive you crazy. had you known you would’ve gotten a reaction like this, you wouldn’t have teased him so much… except with the way your stomach flutters and your pussy tightens like it’s getting ready to gush all over him, you’re glad you did.
your breaths quicken and you still feel like you’re not getting enough air. “f-fuh–fuck! raf…‘m gonna cum!”
he laughs airily, the sound light but dripping with ridicule. “already? you’re so pathetic, mommy… i was just warming up.” his smirk widens as he watches you struggle to hold yourself together. “but fine. go on—make a mess all over your good boy’s cock, yeah?”
all it takes is for a few more sharp thrust to completely throw you over the edge. your body jolts and shakes as you cum on a mewl, curses and whimpered versions of his name fill the air all while he smirks, fucking you through your mind boggling orgasm.
when you finally come down from your high, you’re limp and utterly wrecked—hair a mess, breath stuttering, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth while your eyes stay dazed and unfocused. and even then, even with you trembling and used up beneath him, his hips don’t stop. he keeps grinding into you like your orgasm was nothing but an appetizer.
he offers the most wicked smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his gorgeous face.
“gooood job, mommy, you did sooo well.” he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension. “you made such a mess, hmm… did your good boy make you feel good?”
the hand wrapped around your throat glides upward, his fingers pressing into your cheeks until your lips pout and your head moves exactly the way he wants—forced into a little nod.
“good,” he murmurs, eyes glinting. “then you won’t mind if i take my reward for being such a good boy… right?”
kit says… panties went on holiday while writing this ngl. if this doesn’t make sense, u can blame rafayel for being sexy!!! it’s not my fault!!!
Hawks lives his life like the clock’s always ticking, every second borrowed from someone who needs saving, but with you, he refuses to waste a single one. Even with the constant buzz of his earpiece and the weight of the world on his wings, he squeezes every bit of warmth he can out of the moments he gets with you. If it’s five minutes before patrol, he’s got you in his lap, head buried against your shoulder, murmuring, “Five whole minutes. That’s basically a vacation.” If it’s a quick stop between missions, he’s hovering outside your window just long enough to press a kiss to your forehead and grin, feathers ruffling in the wind. He never lets himself pretend he’s got all the time in the world, he knows better than anyone how fast life can change, but that’s why he makes every second count. Late-night takeout eaten on rooftops. Lazy mornings where he’s gone before sunrise but leaves a note scrawled on the pillow, “Didn’t wanna wake you. Still thinking about your smile”. Even when he’s exhausted, bleeding, or running on fumes, he’ll always find a way to give you something real, a touch, a joke, a moment that feels like forever tucked into seconds. “Heroes don’t get much time off,” he says once, his fingers tracing circles on your wrist, eyes soft behind his usual grin. “So I just make sure every second with you feels worth the wait.”
Cockwarming Sylus while riding on his motorcycle in front of him
Your body is pressed against his bike as he drives through the dark N109 Zone, both hands on the handlebars. Your hips buck your bare clit against the vibrating leather motorcycle seat as you drip shamelessly onto it. Your short skirt hides your nakedness, but as Sylus speeds through the chaotic roads, everyone who could catch a glimpse of you would know exactly how good the Onychinus leader's cock feels and how desperate you are for him to finally give you sweet release
It's only when your squirming finally makes him reach the limit of his self control that he screeches to a halt in a secluded parking lot, stomps on the kickstand to steady the bike, and grabs your hips, thrusting into you like his sanity had finally snapped
His growls and grunts are all you hear above you as his cum floods your insides with all the heat of his unrestrained lust. The once prestine leather seat is now covered in as much sticky white cum as your drenched, sensitive cunt, still presented to him so needily, so greedily, begging him for more
౨ৎ what if in another universe it’s sukuna gooning over you on tumblr instead of the other way around?
sukuna should not know how to navigate tumblr, and yet somehow he’s become terrifyingly good at it. he’s lying in bed, one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone way too close to his face as he scrolls through your tag like he’s checking security footage.
he’s doing it casually at first, just looking, just being nosy, just being… him. and then he sees it. your name. followed by “x reader.” he stops breathing for a second.
he actually blinks at the screen like it’s a joke, like there’s no way people have been writing fantasies about you—about touching you, about fucking you—right there in the open where anyone can read it.
and of course he clicks it. of course he does.
the fic opens and the first line already has you arching into someone’s hands, calling out some generic male lead’s name, and sukuna’s entire jaw flexes like he’s trying not to react. like reading this doesn’t immediately punch heat straight into his spine.
he tells himself he’s reading it out of curiosity. research. nothing more. but halfway through the second paragraph his hand is already pushing into his sweatpants, rubbing himself through the fabric like he’s trying to keep up appearances even though there’s no one around to see.
the fic gets filthier—way filthier than he was prepared for—and his thumb slows on the screen, skimming every line about you: your mouth, your thighs, the noises you make. his breath gets heavier. he’s stroking himself in lazy, frustrated pulls, hips lifting every time the story mentions you going soft and sweet for someone who isn’t him.
it pisses him off. he keeps doing it anyway.
by the time the fic hits the part where “you” beg for another round, sukuna’s hand is moving faster, grip tight, precum slicking his fingers. he’s breathing like he’s annoyed, like every stroke is a mistake he can’t stop making. he keeps scrolling with the other hand, needing more—more words, more lines, more descriptions of how you fall apart.
and when he cums? it’s embarrassingly hard. thighs tensed, brow furrowed, a low groan ripping out of him like he’s been holding it back for hours. he spills across his stomach in hot, messy streaks, phone slipping onto his chest while he tries to catch his breath.
the fic is still open. your name is still highlighted.
he wipes his hand on his sweats, picks his phone up again, and mutters under his breath: “…they don’t know shit. i’d ruin you properly.”
then he clicks on the next “x reader” fic about you. like the least subtle man alive.
wait imagine tho? also idk where these random ass ideas keep coming from so lowkey just ignore me…
“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”
You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”
“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”
“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”
Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.
There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.
You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”
I have a family friend who worked at our local Salvation Army headquarters as a a secretary. This particular office took all the Christmas donations for children in need, put them in a warehouse, and on a designated day the staff and their friends picked through them all, taking whatever they wanted. She saw people hauling away bikes donated for specific families. Some local children had hundreds of dollars of gifts donated in their name, and on Christmas they received three cheap things, items likely not even from the person who sponsored them.
My friend quit, and I’ve not given them a dime of my money since then.
I deal with a lot of agencies who provide disaster relief.
I used to say the Salvation Army’s disaster services were the one (literally the ONE) good thing they did.
They would come in, set up a canteen trailer, make and pass out hot coffee and donated food in a disaster, usually being one of the first agencies to get there and the last to leave.
Then I found out.
Every time they did this, regardless of if they were actually invited or deployed by the agency in charge (usually FEMA, sometimes others) they would SELF-DEPLOY. Meanjng they would just show up. Ok. That’s not TOO bad, sometimes agencies have to take initiative and get there before the red tape is sorted out. BUT. They, after they left at the end of the incident, they would send FEMA or the host agency a BILL. They used one or two paid employees (usually the driver of the truck and a supervisor); and many VOLUNTEERS, but they would bill for EVERYONE’s Labor at standard federal rates. They would bill for the food they distributed even though it was all donated by another agency or private parties. They would bill for the coffee they made and the supplies. Except they would use electricity from the shelter location, water from donations or from the shelter, and in many cases, they would get the coffee and industrial filters DONATED, but bill for them at retail prices.
The Salvation Army is also ass to the workers. A good number of people join it, naively thinking that it’s doing good, and end up leaving cynical and beaten down. The management is hostile, if not outright abusive, and demand some ridiculous hours of it lower to mid-level staff. Don’t support these people.
Also just for even more horrific context on the original twitter thread?
Salvation Army reached out to Milknmuffins and asked what shelter she’s at with the promise to address the abuse in it. She…ended up saying where she was. She was thrown out onto the street. It’s also all on Twitter.
They invited her to a personal talk so she could explain the situation in person.
And then they threatened her with a screenshot of a rape-threat made supposedly by her:
And then threw her out into the street while claiming she broke house rules that
So yeah, the Salvation Army is a bunch of entitled assholes that will treat the most vulnerable like shit if they dare try to do anything that makes them look bad
The “Fuck Salvation Army” posts are making the rounds again, so conisder this your reminder:
Do. Not. Give. These. Assholes. A. Single. Fucking. Penny.
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