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#I don’t wanna give anyone that satisfaction but at the same time
withacapitalp · 1 year
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"Can I...um...roll to run away?" 
Judging by the chorusing round of sighs and disappointed head shakes from the kids, that was definitely not the right thing to say. 
"We've nearly defeated Kyuss," Mike shouted, throwing his hands in the air and shooting Steve a severe glare. 
"But all of you are passed out or paralyzed!" Steve shot back, gesturing around the table at the rest of the figurines which were lying on their backs. 
"Yeah, but you're a tank! You could take out the monster with one more blow. Now we're going to have to do it all over again.” 
But….wasn’t that the whole point? Doing this over and over again? Steve shot a helpless look at Eddie who just gave him his DM witchy grin and spread his hands open wide. 
“You can change your mind, Sir Steven,” Eddie offered, “But be warned Kyuss is hungry for flesh,” 
Steve hesitated, looking down and around the map. 
“No…I don’t think I’m gonna.”
"God, you're so stupid sometimes, Steve," Dustin groaned, letting his head fall onto the table with a soft thunk as the rest of the party started yelling. Steve forced himself to smile, his cheeks flushing as his stomach did an uncomfortable flip flop. It was loud, it was hot, and Steve just wanted to go home. 
"Stop it.”
Eddie voice cut through the rest of them. It wasn’t like he had spoken particularly loud, it was his tone. Severe, and brimming with uncharacteristic rage. Enough to make all of them quiet down and look at Eddie with wide eyes. Steve’s anxiety got even worse, and he was sure that Eddie was about to start yelling at him. Steve let his eyes slip down, shame making all the bones in his body ache. 
"I'm sure all of you were strategic geniuses the first time you played, right? You never stumbled or needed a second to think about the right move to make?” Eddie practically snarled, throwing dirty looks at every one of the kids. Steve sucked in a breath and dared a glance up, not quite believing what he was seeing. 
Eddie was defending him. Him. Steve. And he wasn’t done yet
“You all moan and grumble and fucking whine about how 'Steve never plays DnD with us', 'Steve won't even give it a chance', ‘He would see if he just played once’” Eddie said, raising his voice to a high pitched nasally yowl, “Of course he doesn't want to give it a chance, you are all being jerks.”
“Steve can handle it,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. 
“Yeah he can,” Eddie agreed easily, sparing a quick glance over toward Steve, “but that doesn’t mean he should have to. Especially not from you all. You little nerds have never had to deal with this, because you’re always ahead of the rest, but take it from the guy who failed his senior year twice- Being called stupid your whole life hurts .”
Eddie let the final word ring out, not bothering to hide the pain that lived in those words. Steve had never really considered that Eddie might’ve heard the same things he did, cause Eddie was the smartest person Steve knew besides Dustin and maybe Will. 
“From now on anyone calling anyone else stupid is getting 10 HP knocked off of their stats. Permanently. I don't want to hear that word. Got it?”
The kids all nodded, guilt weighing down their shoulders and lowering the mood. One by one they quietly apologized to Steve, Eddie nodding in satisfaction as they did. 
Steve didn’t really know what to think.  Eddie turned towards him, and Steve stiffened up, both worried and intrigued. 
“You can roll to run away. That's actually probably the smartest thing you could do here, seeing as you're pretty much the only member of the party left standing.” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a gentle smile, “Still wanna do it?”
Steve nodded, ready to fight this battle another day.
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ghostboybrainrot · 1 year
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DPxDC Ghost Zone Amity AU Part 2
Part 1   Part 3  Part 4  AO3
Edit: I finally got around to adding this to AO3, link above.
Wow! I am completely blown away by the reaction the first part! It’s the first fic idea I ever posted. Thank you so much for all the likes and messages. I have a lot of ideas for this AU but I‘m new to writing so please be patient. I also would love to hear anyone’s ideas.
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Batman wanted to see the portal himself. Because of course he did. Nosy idiot couldn't let them handle it. And John Constantine just knew the bat was gonna make things harder on him.
"Can you disable it?" Gotham's knight asked.
"Of course not! This is some sci-fi bullshit and I don't do sci-fi. I do Magic, thank you very much.”
"You said you could sense death coming from it."
Constantine ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.
"Yeah but that doesn't mean I know how! This shouldn't be possible. And it radiates Death, capital D. This isn't just a device that has been exposed to death. It's owned by the Dead.
A grunt was all Constantine got as a reply, as the knight continued to examine the machine.
"Do you know where it goes?"
"To the DEAD! Haven't you been listening?! You know the Underworld? Hereafter? Netherworld? Hell with two L's? Hel with one L? Purgatory? Pandemonium? Hades? Tartarus? Any of these ringing a bell?"
Batman does not dignify the outburst with a response but he turns toward Constantine for the first time since they entered the building, narrowing his eyes.
"Which one?"
Constantine waved his hands noncommittally, "Eh, could be any of them. Could be ALL of them. They aren't completely separate. Like different branches of the same company. Different regional managers but all equally shitty.
Batman grunts again, turning back to the swirling mass. After a moment, he starts to fiddle with something on his belt. Constantine couldn't see what he was doing but he already didn't like it. Every time the bat investigated something that Constantine thought was better off left alone, his day would inevitably get MUCH worse. For the millionth time, he wonders why he bothers to associate with these idiots.
Batman pulls what he was messing with from beneath his cloak. His grapple gun? Constantine took several steps back. Nope. Nope, he definitely isn't gonna like this. 
Instead of firing the gun, Batman slowly pulled at the hook loosening the wire until he had roughly 10 ft of it coiled in his hand. Then without any hesitation, he approached the swirling green, tossing the hook inside. It promptly disappeared, quietly, as though it had simply sunk into murky water.
They both waited. No sound could be heard except the ambient buzzing of electronics coming from the large machine. Batman stood a few feet from the portal, watching the line intensely. He had braced himself as though he expected the line to snap taut at any moment and pull him in. After roughly a minute and no such thing happened, Batman slowly reeled in the line feeding it back into the gun.
The hook came into view, no worse for wear. None of the green substance lingered on it. After briefly examining it, Batman clipped it back to his belt. Constantine was slightly disappointed that it hadn't come back ablaze or melting, only because it would help him narrow it down. Having it come back unscathed didn't really tell him where it led. Then again the fact that it wasn’t instantly destroyed from coming in contact with the portal was probably a good thing.
"I think you gotta put worms on the end if you wanna catch something Bats." Constantine joked. He knew the man wouldn't react but couldn't help it. 
To his surprise, John heard a chuckle from directly behind him. It startled him but he did his best to not show it. He knew who it was and didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Boston Brand, Deadman, slowly floated into view in front of the magician. He was watching Batman but directed his comment toward John.
"I was expecting the Bat to get dragged in! A little disappointed if I'm bein' honest." Deadman laughed.
"I'd be lying if I didn't feel somewhat similar. When'd you get in?"
"Not too long ago," the ghost said conversationally, "I did a quick lap around the crater. Phew! That thing is huge!"
"No kidding? I hadn't noticed." The magician snarked, pulling a cigarette out and placing it between his lips. He wouldn't light up in here. He wouldn't want to piss off the Bat but the familiar feel on his lips brought him a small amount of comfort.
Batman seemed to have noticed Constantine's one sided conversation. He turned to stare at the occultist, his eyes narrowing again. 
"Boston?"
"Who else?" Constantine grumbled.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt a cold wave rush over him as the ghost phased into his body. He felt his mouth open, his cigarette fell to the ground, and a voice that wasn't quite his own spoke.
"Hiya Batman! Long time no see! I heard you guys could use a little help?" John's face grinned without his approval. The voice coming from John had a Brooklyn accent and was entirely too cheerful for his liking.
Batman nodded, unsurprised by the English man’s sudden accent and demeanor change. He gestured over his shoulder toward the machine.
"What can you tell me about this device?"
"Umm..." John's legs brought him a little closer and his hand came up to his chin as though he was thinking hard. "I mean it's definitely spooky, I get kindof a weird vibe from it but other than that. Meh." He shrugged. "Not really my area, Bats."
"Does it seem dangerous?"
"Honestly? I don't think so. Like Constantine said it definitely radiates Death but not like in like in a scary way. Hard to describe. Feels kinda like a nap after a long day, ya know?"
Batman didn't respond. There was a good chance he didn’t know. Constantine had never know the man to take a break. Did he even know what a nap was?
"Would you be willing to investigate?"
"Ya mean like go in? I suppose. Not like I'm getting any deader. Ha!"
As quickly as it appeared, the cold sensation that gripped him vanished and John Constantine's body was his own again.
"Bloody ghost! You made me drop my cig." He bent down to retrieve the cigarette, brushed it off, and put it back in his mouth. John hated when Deadman did that. Which was probably the reason he did it. He could have just asked John to translate. Or better yet ask him to magic Batman's eyes so he could see the ghost! But Boston loved to see John frazzled. As annoying as it was to be on the receiving end, John couldn’t begrudge the ghost his fun. He knew how lonely it could be being dead in the land of the living. No one even knowing he was there. Constantine may not be dead but he’d been around it enough to know how isolating it could be.
"Sorry John!" The ghost called back goodnaturedly, already heading toward the portal. "Wish me luck!"
The ghost flew through the portal and the room was quiet once again. Batman couldn't see the ghost had disappeared but he followed John's gaze toward the machine and waited. Accurately guessing he had already passed through.
After a short moment, Constantine wondered if he had enough time to go outside for a quick smoke. But before he could decide, Deadman's head poked back through the swirl of green. The rest of him followed close behind, looking exactly the same as when he left.
"Well?" John asked impatiently.
"Seems safe enough. It leads to another portal on the other side. No monsters or anything."
Batman spoke up, "What's he saying?"
Constantine, taking a page out of Batman's book, ignored the knight continuing to address the ghost. "And? Where does it come out?"
"That's the weird thing. I think it's just a garage."
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That’s all I have for now! Let me know how i did and what you think should happen next.
I have a lot of ideas on what happens to GZ Amity, and coincidentally humanity as a whole, as a result of it getting stuck. I like to think that over time this creates a whole subspecies of liminal humans and GZ Amity ends up giving a solar(ecto?) punk vibe.
Jack and Maddie are LOVING living in the ghost zone. After the initial shock, and a short adjustment period, they throw themselves into their research just as hard as before but instead of focusing on weapons they focus on researching the properties of the ghost zone. They use what they learn to better the lives of the residents of the town.
Amity Parkers don’t leave when they die. Old Evelyn Baker is still there like 300 years in the future. And because no one leaves, the town expands.
Blob ghosts wander around the city like stray cats. People treat them like pets. The Fentons create a blob collar especially for ecto-pets that is designed to stay on despite their semi-intangible nature. Using that design they are able to make equipment that will automatically phase WITH the user without having to dedicate extra energy to it.
I like the idea of Vlad coming around eventually. I think it would be funny for liminal!Amity Parkers gaining a resistance to overshadowing. And because Amity isn’t really part of the US anymore, his vast wealth doesn’t really do him any good. So here he is sad and alone. All his plans have failed and his power is rendered almost entirely useless. He can still overshadow people in the living world and the US is still a capitalist hellscape so his money is good there. But without any sort of end goal it loses its appeal. Eventually, he’ll come crawling back to Amity. 
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thecuriousquest · 4 months
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Imagine a situation where reader has two yanderes looking after them, maybe the tanderes are partners or they just agreed to work together, what would happen if reader showed favoritism to one yandere over the other. You can pick the pair!
The Darling Shows Favoritism
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug
Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (spanking), I guess kind of like Reader before and after Stockholm?, minor depictions of violence, pushing, minor spanking, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, over amplification of certain Yandere traits because I’m doing two scenarios and am trying to keep it from being too long
I haven’t done anything yet for Yuji and Megumi, so why not give the pair a try?
Master List
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First scenario:
You hate how Yuji clings onto your arm. It’s beginning to get on your nerves. He always has to have you on his lap, always has to paw at your body, always has to have a hand on your thigh.
You try to find Megumi whenever he’s home. If Yuji gets to be too much, you’ll squirm off of his lap. You can usually find Megumi either in the kitchen or in the shared bedroom. This time, he’s in the kitchen.
You stand next to him, and he glances down at you before returning to cooking.
“What are you making?” You inquire as you glance at the food. It smells good.
“Chicken stir fry,” is all he responds with.
When you see Yuji enter the kitchen, you step a little closer to the ravenette.
“Can we…go for a walk later maybe?”
Megumi shrugs. “Sure.”
Yuji beams. “A walk sounds awesome!”
“I just wanna go with Megumi.”
And Yuji’s face falls sullenly. He doesn’t understand why you don’t want to hangout with him, and when you do, you’re always sad.
You want to go on a walk with Megumi because you know it will be like not walking with anyone at all. He’ll be quiet. He won’t talk to you unless you say something to him, and his answers will probably be clipped to the shortest length possible.
It angers and saddens Yuji at the same time, and he ends up grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.
“What’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like such a bitch when you’re with me? You never act like this around Megumi!”
“Maybe it’s because Megumi leaves me the hell alone! He doesn’t fucking annoy me like you do!”
He doesn’t mean to, but he gets so jealous and angry that he ends up pushing you into the fridge. Your back hits the surface, and you slide down to the floor.
Megumi puts down the spatula and rushes to help you up. He picks you up, carrying you past Yuji. He gives his friend a look.
“Maybe, you should go take a walk and calm down. Come back when your head is clear.”
He takes the advice, but he finds a bench to cry on for thirty minutes, feeling so full of guilt because he hurt you.
(A jealous rage, hurting you, ultimate guilt)
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Second scenario:
You choose Yuji over Megumi. Itadori is so much fun to be around. He’s the sunlight in these dark days, and Megumi somehow manages to make them even darker just with his depressing presence. He’s always tired about something, and it pisses you off whenever he takes a book from your hand, throws it aside, and places you on his lap.
It makes you immediately want Yuji. Yuji wouldn’t treat you like this. He wouldn’t disregard the things you’re doing for self satisfaction.
“Where’s Yuji?” You ask Megumi.
He only shrugs his shoulders, and you roll your eyes. You try to get up from his lap, but he holds you closely to him.
“Let go. I want Yuji. Yuji! Yuji!” What began as a demand ends in a plead for your more merciful captor.
He appears instantly in the living room, walking over to you and Megumi with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. She’s just being a brat.”
“Am not! Everything isn’t fine! Yuji, he won’t let me up to see you.” You hold your arms out for Yuji to pick you up and take you away. At least he’d do something fun with you like play Uno or watch a cool movie.
Megumi never really does anything with you. He just sits there, staring blankly into the distance as he ponders something heavy on his mind. It’s so totally boring!
Megumi shifts you so that all of your weight is on one ass cheek, and he delivers a couple of harsh spanks to the seat of your shorts. You cry out in pain, and Megumi wraps his arms around your waist.
“She’s staying with me for now, Yuji. You can have her later. You got her all of yesterday. I don’t care if she wants you. I want her, so go back to whatever dumb show you were watching.”
You want Yuji to save you from this absolute torture of boredom. “Yuji, Yuuuuji, please!”
He sighs and ruffles your hair. “Just, let Megumi have you for a little while. We can find something to do after, okay? He needs you just as much as I do.” Yuji gives you a kiss on your forehead before going back upstairs.
Megumi goes back to resting his head against your shoulder as he keeps you secured against him with both hands. He rubs your hip with his thumb, continuing with his thinking as if nothing even happened.
(Staying calm, hitting you immediately, directing anger towards someone else, doesn’t feel bad about any of it)
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saetoru · 1 year
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girl same i just wanna sit on nai’s lap and kiss him and squeeze his tiddies is that so much to ask
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。HUMAN — MILLION KNIVES (NAI).
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「 SYNOPSIS 」 nai can’t bring himself to hate you—until you almost make him feel human, that is
☽ contents ⋮ gn! reader, slightly suggestive but also not rly, fluff if you squint but also idk if it’s rly fluff, kissing and all that good stuff lolz
☽ notes ⋮ y’all saw his tiddies in todays episode right. we all saw that right. we all lost our minds right. RIGHT.
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“nai,” you whisper, hands traveling along his abs, feeling the ridges of his taught muscles before settling for his chest, squeezing slightly as you pant against his mouth, “nai, i want you.”
he scoffs, and he wants to glare at you, but your lips nip at his jaw, suck sweetly at the skin, make his eyes flutter shut and his breath turn erratic as he holds back a grunt when you find a spot on his neck that makes him particularly hungry for you.
nai doesn’t like you.
which is a step up, you suppose—if you were anyone else, he’d hate you. if you were any other human, he’d despise your existence. but, for some unknown reason to even himself, nai doesn’t hate you.
for some reason, it’s hard to hate you—it’s not like he sees value in you, or that he even finds you all that tolerable. you still feed off plants, off his kind, off his brethren. you’re still every bit as guilty as the rest of the disgusting likes of humans. but somehow, he thinks you’re a bit fascinating, so he settles for disliking you instead of his usual hatred.
and it’s not that he makes an exception for you—or so he tells himself, that is. it’s a complicated situation, really: you seated on his lap, his hands gripping your waist, your mouth molding against his, his chest rising and falling with every slow stroke of your palm over the skin. it’s all a bit too complicated when he knows you’re supposed to eventually be dead like everyone else when the time for a new world comes.
because nai doesn’t like you, and he certainly doesn’t need you around—but he does love the way you make him feel when you kiss him like that.
your hands are cupping his cheeks, thumb stroking over the mole on the right side of his face under his eye—and for a moment, just a moment and nothing more, this rare, foreign gentleness of a human erases the atrocities.
but knives dislikes you, and he’ll never give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants you too.
“pathetic,” he spits, “how pathetic of you to think you’ll have me.”
“ah, but i do have you, don’t i?” you hum cheekily. how bold of you, he thinks, how bold and downright foolish you are to speak to him with such confidence, such little regard for your life.
it’s almost as if…as if you trust him. like you trust him not to kill you, to let your bravery slide and look past it. how utterly naive—and yet, it makes him all the more fascinated by you, makes him want to keep you around so he can observe you some more. perhaps kiss you too, and feel the warmth of your hand against his cool skin.
“you’re certainly confident for—” he’s cut off with a small grunt when your mouth finds his again, and then your hand is trailing to find the back of his neck, and then his hair, and then your fingers thread through the locks slowly, deliberately, gently.
like you’re taking care of him, like you’re not using him or taking from him for your own gain. like you’re here just to give and give even if you can’t take.
and for a moment, nai wonders if you’re really human. you must be greater than that, he decides. you must be something far more divine than a human—and it must be why he’s unable to loathe you like the rest of humanity.
it must be it—it has to be, he almost reasons desperately. why else would he of all people melt under your touch like this?
“you can’t get rid of me,” you murmur, pressing sweet, delicate kisses to the corners of his mouth, scratching at his scalp with tenderness he’s only seen once from a human before. “im staying right here, nai. with you.”
“yes,” he decides, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you a tad bit closer, “yes you’ll stay right here. under my watch.”
and then you kiss him again, sat on his lap as your hands explore his chest and your lips chase his own—and nai decides maybe it’s not so hard to hate you, after all.
he hates the way you make him almost wish he was human for a short moment.
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lethalchiralium · 11 months
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Cruel Intentions | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader
a/n: …so this is a thing that’s literally so old. BETA’D BY MY LOVELY @as-is-above-so-below
song: Cruel Intentions by Delacey & G-Eazy
LYRICS FROM SONG USED!
warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. mentions of ex-boyfriend john price, you and ghost are toxic, mentions of breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy. SMUT. car sex, fingering (f receiving). NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MDNI.
summary: After another shitty break up with your on and off boyfriend Captain John Price, you always seem to find yourself in the comfort of his Lieutenant’s car - and letting him do whatever he pleases.
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I like sex, I like flowers, I like attention.
“You look good tonight.”
Don't ever put me second.
Hands settled on the door, and you peered into his familiar black Trans Am, nails tapped against the inside. “You say that every time.”
“Fine; would you like me to just say what I would if I wasn’t restraining myself?”
You chuckled, questioning going back into your apartment but you said, “Tell me.”
“Get in the car, baby, and I’ll tell you.”
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of Heaven. So stop talking, pull my stockings down,
It wasn’t long before his hand danced up your thigh, under your skirt, and it wasn’t long before you were biting your lip, the feeling of digits inside of you made you already more attentive to your boy toy turned benefit. A hand on the steering wheel and the other massaged you, the small purrs from your pretty lips made him smile.
“Don’t waste your pretty little voice ‘til we get there.” He spoke with an almost bored tone in his beautiful accent, but you knew he was living in how he touched you; how he got you so high without holding a flame to anything.
“Fuck, Ghost, stop talking,”
You're my cruel intention.
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good, this side of, this side of, this side of Heaven.
He giggled and slowed his pace, the rings that sat at the base of his fingers now collided with your skin, warm to the touch and soaked in you. Did that matter? No, not to Ghost. “So good for me, always good for me.”
“Couldn’t you wait until we get there?” Your left hand grabbed his thigh, the right held onto his forearm as he kept going deeper. You bit your tongue and he laughed.
“What can I say? I am a man of taste,” he purred as the car slowed down at an empty stop light. You never worried about someone looking in; the windows were tinted and Ghost drove fast on nights like these. “It’s not like I could’ve; in that outfit, fuck, I jus’ wanna shred it.”
Uh, think you got me, but the problem is
I'm already hip but I see the play I just been watching this,
His fingers curled and your breath hitched in your throat, clutching his thigh as your head hit the headrest. You bit your tongue, trying not to give him the satisfaction of what he wanted to hear if he didn’t follow your clear directions - don’t drive and fuck me.
Well, it’s not like you haven’t done the same thing; missed him after a week and sucked his dick as he drove you back to his place. He fucked you good that night, and was the reason why you didn’t look at anyone else. You wouldn’t look at anyone else. He showed his love physically by fucking you better than he did last time.
Happy to see the way you call me everyday, it's obvious, plus it's 2AM you know what time it is, you just wanna have me come and chase you, boost your confidence
His hand became a little faster and you had to grip his thigh even harder to stop yourself from moaning; you couldn’t give him that satisfaction of breaking the one rule you had. You could see his smirk in the corner of your eye and your right hand slid from his forearm down to his wrist, forcing him to go knuckle deep into you. He grunted in annoyance and his thumb flicked your clit, a shaky breath escaped your lips and his smirk turned into a smile. Your eyes glared at him, seeing how his other hand curled around the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white - the way his eyes were half-lidded as he watched the road.
“Come on babe, moan my name and I might fuck you good tonight.”
Shower you with flowers, give you all these daily compliments, yeah, careful if you fall in love, then it's gon' be a consequence.
“Fuck you.” You whispered and his hand stopped completely, your head rolled to the side, looking at your boy toy with an annoyed glare. His fingers curled inside of you and you almost purred, you were almost there. A few more moments of his fast and curling fingers made your head hit the headrest and groan, the first orgasm in the car of the night.
His canines shined in the dark and he retracted his hand, the addicting feeling was now gone and you were left high and not so dry. “If you’re gonna play hard to get, it’s only gonna be worse for you.” You groaned as you watched his fingers disappear into his mouth, sucking and licking all of your juices off of him. His tongue flicked around his rings and that’s when your hand let go of his wrist to make its way down to replace what he had taken away; but his almost clean hand grabbed yours. He took only a moment to look at you, saying, “Don’t.” His hand brought yours to his lips, kissing the back of it as you saw how the lights from the city were long gone.
We keep going - it's no turning back, it ain't no stopping us, Had you at “Hi. What's your name?" Burning in a flame, a little fling you turn into a game, and since we started fucking, it's never been the same,
Your eyes trailed to his face, a smile on your face as he kissed your hand again. His eyes glanced away as the car turned and slowed to a stop at a hidden cliff, showing the lights of LA. He kept the keys in the ignition as his eyes looked at you, glassy and knowing what he was going to see. A pretty little thing, one he gets to watch beg for him to make her choke on his cock.
The idea of stopping? I can't even entertain, you driving me insane, craziest I met. Drinking champagne, we started fucking on a jet, took you to the mile high, then we start to sweat,
I got you in a bag but you still play hard to get.
His hand let go of you and unbuckled both of you as your own hands grabbed his hair, crashing his lips to yours. Your body pressed into his chest and his hands grabbed your head, deepening the kiss so that way his tongue could taste you again; his drug. Your nails scratched his scalp and his tongue stuttered for a moment, you didn’t even notice. He pulled away for a moment, and your eyes opened and met his as he spoke, “Get in the fucking back.”
Yeah, when you over this is light work, love that when you put them heel ons with that tight skirt,
You both got out and pulled back the seats, allowing Lieutenant Simon Riley to sit down in the back, his legs spread out and his hands unbuckling his belt as he watched you in that skirt and the heels he loved to see you in. He licked his lips as his hands abandoned his pants and grabbed your hips, pulling your skirt down, and revealing his favorite pair of panties that made your ass look damn good. He smiled wide as you awkwardly stepped out of the skirt before he pulled you onto his lap. Your hands grabbed for the black tie around his neck, his hands gripped your ass. You glanced up at him as you began to untie it from his neck.
“Baby,” he whispered as his fingers found your warm hand, his eyes flicked up to your eyes, you were focused on that tie but his hand interlocked with yours. You looked down at him and he smiled, eyes twinkling as he spoke, “You really are beautiful, Y/N.”
You sat back on his legs and rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”
“At least I tell you more than Price ever did.”
You leaned forward a little as his other hand rested on your cheek. “You fuck me more than he ever did.”
He chuckled and your hands then sat on his jaw. “Better than he ever will.” And he was right - even with the on-and-off relationship with his best friend, you were always coming back to Simon like a dog. Of course, when you let Captain John Price kiss your feet and say sorry, you wouldn’t dare text his Lieutenant - you’d never cheat on him when you were together officially. The arguments only get harder to deal with, harder to see him leave for so long after saying horrible things and breaking it off, again. It only ever drove you back into the tattooed clutch of Price’s lap dog, fucking out the anger and hurt of your broken relationship.
Simon’s eyes sparkled and his hands rested on your thighs, gentle yet it still sent electricity through your body. “Do you want me to show you how much better I can get?”
Sleeping over almost every night, wake up in my shirt, if we make it official, I think maybe this can might work
Your ex-boyfriend’s best friend gripped your thighs and you went to work on his tie, quickly throwing it off of him as his fingers gripped your panties, he loved that set but he didn’t care; a rip sounded and you yelped, looking back to him as he tossed the ripped piece of fabric to his side. “Si!” He giggled as his lips connected to your neck, teeth pushing into your skin as his hands pulled your legs even farther apart. “That hurt, you know how much I spent on that?”
“‘M sorry, baby.” He mumbled as your hands made quick work of tossing his belt to the side and unbuttoning his nice dress pants. A touch to his crotch and he gripped your legs tighter, chewing on your neck harder made you whine. Your hands stopped fucking with his pants and carded into his blond hair, pressing a kiss to it.
Fuck the heavy shit, tho' we living in this moment, it's not even mine but I treat it like I own it
“You sure John still doesn’t know?” You whispered. He looked up at you with a sweet smile.
“He doesn’t even know I own a car in the States.” You giggled at that and his hands clawed at the bottom of your shirt. “Fuckin’ his off and on again girlfriend anytime while he can barely even keep up with his sleep schedule.”
He slid the shirt off your body and quickly raised his hips, tugging down his pants while you sat up on her knees - your head knocked against the roof of the car. His eyes trailed down your body then flicked back up to meet yours again.
Six missed calls, but ain't tripping, where your phone went? Ain't thinking bout that now, nothing matters now, got you so wet
Your hands settled on his shoulders as you slowly slid down his cock, he groaned as your nails scratched up his shoulders to his scalp, happy that he decided to ditch the mask again. “You’re so-“ he groaned as you finally bottomed out and he loudly panted, “tight tonight.”
“Shut up and let me fuck you.” You spoke and a hand slid down his head to his neck, pressing in your fingers to slow his oxygen intake. The man’s body buzzed with adrenaline; it’s been a few months since you had ridden him and it was the best orgasm of his life. To date, at least.
You rose up and Ghost moaned, missing the gentle touch of your thighs connecting with his but craved how slow you started to go. His hands crawled to your hips and you grunted in distaste. “Don’t make me tie you up, sweetheart.”
That turned him all the way on. His hands pulled you up and down, making you gasp loudly but after a few slow motions of your pussy up and down his cock, your hand on his throat jumped to his cheek. “Hands off.”
Ghost loved you like this, his hands moved away from your shirt and to the headrests in the back, pressing his arms against them hard enough to resist the intense emotion to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk.
Light a couple candles in the room, pop some Moet, every single night I'm tryna go but we ain't go yet
Your hand moved back to his throat and your other hand dipped into his button down, as you began to rise again. Rise all the way up and off of him, touching his tip with your clit before going back down at an agonizingly slow pace to him but amazing to you. Being filled so well and the pain felt miles away while you kept going, slowly and Ghost was going to lose it if you didn’t pick up the pace. The faster you went, the faster he could reach that climax he only reached with you. The mind-numbing stimulation made stars in his vision for hours after.
“Pick it up, love,” he grunted as you slid back down his dick, starting to reach your second orgasm.
“I’m not- Fuck, I’m done with him,” you answered as the hand that was ghosting over his skin moved to your nipple, rubbing it between your fingers.
“Oh god,” he panted as his hands gripped the headrests. “Don’t tell me that, might ask Price to help me fuck you, love.”
You finally began to pace faster and you both groaned, low and high both blended to create a melody of love, whether you knew it or not. “God, I don’t think I can handle that, your dick is big enough- Fuck!” His hips thrust upwards and he hit the one place only he was able to, causing you to falter in your rhythm.
His right hand left the headrest and went right for your hair, your pace grew faster. “Fucking bitch- I- if I-“You slammed your hips down and grew double times faster, his hips began to roll as you kept going, faster and faster making him whine. “Fuck- fuck- God,”
“You just really like this, don’t you?” You purred as your high was so close, and as soon as he thrust his hips again, your eyes rolled back into your head, keeping your pace as you whimpered, “Like sitting here and getting fucked?” Your hands disappeared from your own body to lean forwards, placing your elbows on the top of the seats to hear the delicious moans coming from him.
“Yes-“ he began but your teeth skidded down his neck and that’s when his hands abandoned their place, grabbing onto your hips and pushing his cock even deeper into you.
Finishes, she clenches like she ain't ready to go yet. Yeah, I mean you crazy and you know that, yeah crazier than me, keep on playing mind games, I ain't got time for that shit, it gives me migraines
You let out a tangled cry, your sweet spot getting hit faster since your skin met together harder, Ghost groaned when he heard you. “C’mon, baby, fuck me,” he spoke and you tried to go faster, sloppy but it didn’t matter cause his hips met yours every time. “I got you.”
A myriad of moans and whines came from your mouth as the blinding white feeling of another orgasm hit you like a punch, your hands grabbed his hair and pulled his head back with that strength. “God, Ghost-“
“Say my name,” he whined as the growing pressure in his stomach began to make him want to fucking lay you down and fuck you so right, but God, his cock felt so good in her right now. He wouldn’t dare move from your body pressed to his, riding him like it was your last day alive.
“Simon,” You breathed and he smirked, faster thrusts from his hips and there were only broken gasps that came from your lips. The sound of his skin meeting yours over and over was like a melody, one you loved to hear.
Only the realness, it's what's running through my veins, and every time I'm in that, she always screaming my name.
Your stamina was gone, which made him slide your back to lay on the seats, he kept his pace the whole time. Your hands clawed at his shirt, and he groaned again. He went harder the next thrust, hitting your spongy spot and earning another cry of overstimulation from your lips, to which he met them with his own. The dance was one you have done before, deep and full of passion; you shouldn’t be loving each other like this but neither of you couldn’t stop. Addiction is hard to kick.
“I just want to make you mine,” he grunted as he kept going harder and harder; that high was so close but he wanted you to feel so much that you forgot about his best friend. Ghost truly loved you, and he couldn’t say if he wanted you because you were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend or because he was in love with you.
“If-“ You moaned as you could barely even ride your high down as you felt another one begin to bundle in the bottom of your belly. “If you promise to not be everything that hurts me.”
He wished he could’ve closed his eyes and not met your saddened eyes, but he met them with a trustful stare. He removed a hand that had held him up, only to lay it on your cheek as his thrusts began to slow to a stop.
“Y/N, I’ll love you until the end of time.”
“And I can’t hear that again,” You whispered, your hands cradling his face. “Don’t say you love me, this’ll get complicated and I lose everything.”
Ghost’s heart cracked, hearing the rejection with his dick still inside you made everything so much more confusing, but he knew he wasn’t your number one choice. He knew you had to love him, the talks and the time you’ve spent together and the hours you’ve spent getting fucked by each other had to mean something.
Simon knew this was all in his head and he knew he had made an agreement, to pleasure each other mutually without any distractions.
I like sex, I like flowers, I like attention.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered and his hands left your cheek as you winced a little.
There was only a moment of awkward silence before you spoke, “I hope you know that I am not leaving this car until I can’t walk.”
A silent agreement to not talk about it.
“But,” You closed your eyes as your hands roamed his face. “You can’t fucking cum in me, I don’t want to have to explain why I’m pregnant suddenly.”
He chuckled before he started to slow down again. “Just go fuck Price after this, or invite me to a threesome or something.”
You whimpered out a laugh as your stomach began to tighten again. “Then he’d know that you fuck me better and he’d get jealous.”
“He’d know that I would never put you second.”
Don't ever put me second.
His thrusts then became violent, skin slapping against skin like a song and your throat screamed melodies of moans and screams of pleasure. He bit his lip the whole time, trying to hold back his orgasm as he watched you writhe underneath him like a goddess. God, it felt like an eternity for him, watching how your skin moved and how your tongue curled when you orgasmed again.
You hit another orgasm in a record time and it was getting impossible for Ghost to not immediately cum when seeing your half-lidded eyes, he gripped the wall of the car while the other near your head now moved to your neck, squeezing tightly which made a smile appear on your lips as he went hard.
“Fuck, Si, I ca-an’t again,” You whimpered with what little breath you had, “I-I-“
“Come on,” he growled as his hips snapped so quickly you yelped. “Cum on me.”
They snapped again and you cried out, your hands went up to his shoulders, pulling him a little forwards as he finally let go. The feeling of release made him scream out your name, thrusting through his orgasm while you began to ride out your overstimulation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-“
He stopped abruptly with his whole length in you, balls against your ass and you both panted.
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of Heaven, so stop talking, pull my stockings down,
“Gimme my phone.” He panted and your hand moved to his pants on the car floor, digging around before you finally handed him the black phone. Your eyes closed as he took some deep breaths before making a call.
“Hey, Price.”
You're my cruel intention.
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ridiculous
pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader
tags: 18+ graphic smut, not much plot, nsfw brainrot, blonde and fratboy peter parker, unprotected sex, kinda public sex, bathroom sex, mentions of smoking and party drugs, swearing as always
summary: peter parker was ridiculous, especially with that new hair of his. but deep down, you wanted nothing more than to experience one night with the douchebag of a blonde.
notes: blonde andrew garfield has awoken something in me. enjoy, indulge, sin!!!! (not my gif) title based on ariana grande’s song “ridiculous” ;))
update: read part two here!
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Peter Parker wasn’t known to make appearances at parties, especially ones thrown by fraternities that weren’t of his own. But ever since that first-class asshole dyed his hair blonde, he made the effort to grace every single party on campus with his well-awaited presence.
No one seemed to complain.
Not even when he reeked of entitlement that labelled him as resident douchebag. Not even when he dripped of sex appeal each time he walked into a room, owning his new look as girls pined over him and whispered about their dirty fantasies behind closed doors.
Closed doors.
Maybe it’s all the cigarettes that were passed to you or maybe you actually had more than one edible tonight than you could recall. But either way, it’s a bit hazy when you try to remember the details of how you got into this situation.
Willingly stuck inside a bathroom with none other than Peter.
Key word: willingly. Meaning you’ve done this to yourself, knowing fully of the consequences that could happen between you and the boy.
There’s a comfortable and somehow respectable distance between the two of you despite the exaggerated size of the bathroom. The marbled floors are covered in golden swirls from the awful yellow tinged light of the vanity-like mirrors. The open window lets in a cool draft to soothe the warm air of the inside.
Peter takes a heavy drag of his blunt in the bathtub, long limbs outstretched in front of him as he peers over at you curiously.
“What?” You huff out, foot dangling over the sink counter while your knee remains propped up on the surface. A lopsided smile tugs at his lips. He shakes his head at you. “Seriously, what?”
Forty minutes ago, you had originally walked in to dry off after being thrown into the pool by your friends, not realizing that Peter was occupying the clawfoot tub until he piped up about you getting undressed in front of him.
He wanted time away from the noise.
You shared that same sentiment with him.
But, god, the tension was awfully, awfully sexual.
“You’re just cool, Y/N. That’s all.” His voice is muffled, a lisp forming as a result of the burnt joint hanging from his mouth. His ankles cross over one another, battered Chucks scuffing the expensive porcelain with black marks.
“And you’re saying that because?”
“Because I wanna fuck you, yet you won’t even give me the time of day.”
You laugh at his desperation, watching him lean over the side of the tub to look at you. His eyes wander over your bare legs, ingraining the visual of your thighs into his mind and how your underwear hugs your hips graciously beneath your oversized shirt.
There’s no subtlety with him.
“You’re an asshole, what else can I say?” You shrug casually, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip when he blinks expectantly at you.
His half-lidded gaze is tempting, but you don’t want to give him that satisfaction he always gets to receive.
You didn’t have anything to prove. But honestly, you just wanted to test his self-control.
Maybe a little bit of yours, too.
“Then,” He taps a finger against one end of the blunt. “Why are you still here? Am I entertaining to you? Or are you looking for something more?”
You sigh. “Peter, if you wanted to have sex, you could literally go fuck anyone else.”
“Jeez, can’t you accept I’m just horny and I don’t wanna get up?” He whines, motioning with grabby hands at you. “Can’t you accept that, maybe, I just wanna fuck you?”
You gape at him, nose scrunching up in confusion despite the heat rushing to your cheeks. “We barely know each other and you’re suddenly dying to get into my pants.”
“Do you wanna get in mine?” He sits up, dark eyebrows raised as his dilated pupils lock onto yours. You scoff dryly, acting appalled that he would even suggest such a thing. The issue is he isn’t wrong. He isn’t, not in the slightest. You take a swig out of your beer bottle before you hop off the counter and avoid any of his further questions by turning your back to him. “Is it the blonde?”
“It’s just you.”
“Does the blonde make me seem more of an asshole?” He drawls, studying the way you mindlessly nod in agreement.
You stand in front of the mirror, dabbing at your flaky mascara with a paper towel. “Sure.” The messy streaks on your face leave little to his imagination, a faded red gloss stained upon your lips.
“And how fuckable does it make me? Scale of one to ten?”
“Negative.”
He hums shortly. “Mmm, I don’t believe that.”
“Are you always this annoying?” You jeer at him, voice dripping with snarkiness and distaste. “Does the cocky attitude make up for whatever inches are missing down there?”
Peter can’t take his eyes off you, especially when your reflection stills to meet his clouded stare.
“Why don’t you come find out for yourself?”
He challengingly runs his tongue across his teeth. Your jaw clenches at the dilemma. The air is thick, too thick for you to inhale. The mirror feels like it could crack at any time beneath the weight of your glares, while the floor thumps beneath your feet to the beat of the fast music downstairs.
Even from across the room, Peter looks enticing.
His left arm has him propped up, tucked behind his head while the other waves the lit joint between his pointer and middle finger around.
His green sweatshirt rides up his belly, revealing the happy trail along his lower abdomen. His strong jaw advertises itself as kissable and soft, even with the dark stubble on his face that makes him look older than he actually is. His chest rises and falls steadily, a small cough escaping from him.
He watches you like a vulture ready to devour a meal.
You slowly turn on your heels, bare feet making their way toward Peter until your leg hits the side of the tub. You kneel, leaning your head on perched forearms as you gaze at him from the lowered angle.
His blinks are slower. The moons of his eyes grow foggy when you suddenly reach up to take the blunt between his lips. It leaves him easily, then his next breath hitches in his throat when you place it in your own mouth.
You suck your cheeks in, inhaling quickly before puffing out the smoke off to the side.
“I don’t wanna fuck you, Peter.”
The gesture is a telltale sign that you thought otherwise.
He grabs it back from you, taking a drag before he stalls and leans forward. His hand finds the underside of your chin, gently pulling your mouth open as his eyes bounce from the upper half of your face to the lower half.
You feel lightheaded when he shotguns the smoke into you.
Not from the drugs. Not from the drinks.
But from how close his swollen lips are to yours.
“Then what’s stopping you from leaving this room?” Your lungs are hot with Peter’s breath, skin slick with sweat and bones trembling with anticipation as he moves to hold you by the nape of your neck.
You swallow. “I’m gonna leave.”
His thumb runs across your earlobe.
“Okay, go.” His voice drops to a raspy hush.
You can smell him from here, the odd combination of musk and weed. The scent shouldn’t be this desirable, but you’re breathing him in and out like some kind of flavored cigarette.
And somehow, you can’t get enough.
“I’m g-going.”
You close your eyes when his forehead pressed against yours. His body is warm, fingers antsy as they trail down the side of your strained neck. Your hands rest in your lap, thighs squeezing together when you feel the soft button of his nose nudge against yours.
“I’m gonna try you again.” He sighs into your mouth, lips barely touching as he leans over the bathtub. “How fuckable does it make me?”
All self-control (on both ends) goes out the window when Peter forms a fist at the back of your head, pulling on your hair with enough force to have you looking up at the ceiling.
You gasp, not in surprise, but at how good it feels.
Peter likes the way you bite your lip.
“This is ridiculous.” You fight back a moan when his grip tightens, covering it up with shaky laughter that didn’t at all convince the blonde.
“Yet you still haven’t left, Y/N.”
“Maybe I just need you to make me.”
He inhales deeply, thumb running across your cupid’s bow as you survey him deliberately. He lets go of his hold on your hair, but you don’t distance yourself from him. In fact, you subconsciously shift closer, knees growing sore against the marble tile.
“Make you, huh?” He whispers.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” His nose prods against your cheek. “If I kiss you, will that make you leave?”
You smile devilishly, using his own words against him.
“Why don’t you come find out for yourself?”
All at once, his hand flicks the blunt aside.
Peter’s mouth is heavily on yours, a combination of his saliva and the taste of marjiuana intermixing on his warm tongue. The kiss is noisy and wet — the stunning interaction of two horny people at a party desperately trying to fuck one another. You pull at the string of his sweatshirt when he nibbles at your bottom lip, making it tender to the touch before he attacks yet again.
His head is pounding. The bulge in his pants is aching.
But he can only think about how kissing you turns him on even further.
“Get in here.” He groans into you, eyes never leaving your body as he guides you into the empty bathtub with him. Your knees hit the bottom roughly while you straddle his lap, feeling his erection grow beneath your clothed mound.
The friction of his denim pants against your soft skin already has you grinding against him, stifled whimpers leaving you as Peter frames your face with both of his hands to better the angle of kissing you. His tongue is in your mouth, savoring you and nothing else as your chest presses against his.
“So far, do you think a kiss is enough to make you leave?” He pipes up in between pecks, running his lips down your throat.
He nips at your flesh when it bobs beneath his touch, suckling a darkened mark by your carotid. He wraps his arms around your waist, trapping your body on top of his.
“Dunno. How about we just keep doing this and see where it takes us?”
“Thought you didn’t wanna fuck me.” Peter laughs, the sound vibrating against his own sternum.
“Things change,” You hastily pull your shirt over your head. Peter tenses when you reveal your breasts to him, his grasp stilling at your side as if he’d never seen tits before. “I was trying to be dignified.”
He curses under his breath.
“So for my peace of my mind, you do wanna have sex?”
“Is this an attachment style thing? Why do you keep asking that?” You moan when his mouth latches onto your nipple, leaving your skin moist from the wetness of his tongue.
“It’s about consent.” He gazes up at you, adorably nestling his head in the valley between your breasts. “And the fact I wanna hear it coming from that pretty mouth of yours, Y/N.”
You lean back, resting your hands on his calves as he runs a large palm up your stomach. It settles around your throat, stroking the soft flesh until your words leave you with certainty.
“I want you to fuck me.” He inhales deeply beneath you, nostrils flaring while your jaw flexes at him in the dim light. “However you want it, Peter.”
“However I want it, huh?” He repeats, sitting up to rid himself of his sweatshirt. A whimper slips out of you when his bare chest is on display, his abs toned and stomach soft when you tantalizingly trail your nails down his lean torso. “I want it so many fucking ways, Y/N. Hard.” He leaves a hickey on your ribs. “Rough.” Another one just beneath your jaw. “Slow, so I can feel every part of you.” Again in the dip of your collarbones. “Fast, till you’re squirming on top of me. Begging me to make you cum. Would you like that?”
“So many choices,” You shift to settle between his generous thighs, fingers flying from the belt buckle to the button of his jeans. “Oh, how will I ever pick?”
“Just means you gotta try them all to know what you like.”
“And if I already know?” You tug the denim down his hips and past his bottom, letting it pool around his knees as you skim your lips over the crotch of his boxers. He leans his head back when you free his hardened cock from the material, your fist wrapping around the base of his dick.
“Fuck. Then use me all you want, beautiful.”
You pump him once, maybe twice, putting off the idea of actually how big he is in your grasp. He can tell you’re a bit surprised, judging from how your eyes widened when you first saw him and now, with how your breaths become shallow with each slow jerk.
You lock gazes, lips pressing together to grace a kiss to the throbbing tip of his cock. It twitches at your touch, then your mouth envelops him quickly. Too thick to fit, you use your hand to stroke whatever length remains.
“So pretty, Peter.”
“Mm… god, Y/N. Just like that, use your tongue — shit, there you go, princess.” He chuckles heartily, guiding his hips towards you as your head bobs up and down his shaft. “Suck me off. Wish you could see yourself right now.”
“You’re such a whore.” You whisper at him, batting your lashes.
“Me? You’re the one with my dick in your mouth.” Peter tenderly courses his fingers through your hair. “And frankly, I prefer the word slut when it comes to pretty girls having me down their throat.”
You lick the underside of his cock, nose following the visible vein that stops just below his tip. A bubbly giggle erupts from you when a string of saliva connects your chin to him, and Peter shares the laugh when he sits up to wipe at your jaw.
He uses the back of his hand, then playfully taps his thumbs against the corners of your lips. He pauses — even though he’s still obviously hard — to properly look at you: the redness in your eyes, the lust in your dark pupils, the sly smile you sport.
“I want you to eat me out.” You mumble, his calloused digits rubbing circles into your skin.
He kisses you short and fast, tasting himself. The act almost comes off as innocent, except for how he stares at you hungrily and hums thoughtfully at your declaration.
“Lay back.” Peter tosses you his sweatshirt, gesturing for you to put it behind your head as he crawls on top of you. He lifts your legs, placing each one on either side of the tub. You clear your throat nervously beneath him, the way his gaze trails down your inner thighs, following the curve of your calves, flickering back to the damp patch on your cotton panties. He kisses up your chest, whispering against your jawline. He smells your neck, moaning at your sweet fragrance. “You let me between your legs now and I won’t be able to stop.”
You meet his fiery eyes in the chaos of your moving bodies.
“Then don’t.”
Peter scoffs in amusement, pulling the blue fabric of your underwear off of you. “Atta girl.” He flings it behind him, landing on the windowsill. You laugh when he blows raspberries around your belly button, placing open-mouthed kisses on the suppleness. You writhe against him, hips circling to draw his attention to where you want him most. “Oh? Needy, are we?”
“Not needy. Just think you’re taking too long.”
“Slut.” He mutters playfully, looking down at you with a wide grin.
“Whore.” You fire back instantly, yelping when he hooks his arms behind your knees and bends down to spit on your cunt.
“My god, Y/N. You look fuckin’ delicious.” He uses his fingers to spread the drop of saliva around your folds, purposefully brushing over your clit to study your reaction. The visual of your lips parted in a pleasurable ‘O’ stays in his mind, almost on loop till he nestles a long digit at your entrance. “You’re practically drenched, princess.”
“Peter…” You sigh, knee jolting in desperation when he pushes it inside you. You cover your face, earning a soft click from Peter’s mouth that makes you rethink your previous actions.
“If you want me to eat you out, then I have to see your face.” He cooes. “After all, how will I know I’m doing it right if I can’t watch you moan?”
You nod feverishly, your façade falling apart in his grasp when he cranes his head to the side and swirls his hot tongue around you. His motions are slow, his eye contact unwavering as you guide his hands all over your body — up your hips, squeezing your breasts, your throat.
But the reality of being eaten out by Peter is cut short when a series of knocks echo at the bathroom door. You jump, nearly kneeing the blonde in the face through the process, but he immediately spreads his palm over your front and pushes you back down.
Quickly, he pulls the curtain around the clawfoot tub, keeping your heaving bodies hidden inside. He pinches his lips together, holding up his pointer finger in an effort of telling you to stay quiet.
Your long silence only allows the person inside, and you nearly squeal aloud when Peter abruptly suckles at your swollen clit.
Roughly, you pull on his blonde locks with an instinctive nature, squirming when he pries your legs further apart.
Your mind is caught in a twist, ears listening in on the walking interruption and at the same time, how Peter messily laps at your cunt with the filthiest look you’ve ever seen.
“You make a sound and we’re done.” He remarks. “Got it?” The toilet seat lifts up, the loud noise ringing through what should’ve been an empty bathroom. Never would’ve you imagined Peter hiding between your thighs in a bathtub while some stranger took a piss during a party. “You taste so good.” He whispers in your ear, replacing his mouth with his hand.
“Peter, someone is in here. I can’t — we cannot get caught.”
“I told you I won’t be able to stop.” He sticks his knuckle between your teeth, smiling in satisfaction when you bite down to stifle a cry of pleasure. “I may be an asshole, but I’m a man of my word, Y/N.”
“Peter.” His name falls from you as a warning, but your body clenches around him and tells a completely different narrative.
“Oh, Y/N. Your cunt is just so fucking loud, we might get caught.” His fingers are buried inside of you, curling against your spongy walls as he spreads you open. He fixates on the way you flutter around him, wondering how good it would feel if he shoved his dick inside of you right here and right now. “Once they’re gone, you can make all the noise you want.”
“I’m gonna cum.”
He shakes his head at you, eyes wide. “No, you aren’t.”
“Please.”
The toilet flushes, and Peter takes advantage of it to muffle your string of moans when he roughly pounds his fingers into you.
You’re squeezing around him, and he knows you can’t handle much longer of this.
“Shit, cum now. Cum right now.”
“Fuck, it’s so good. You fill me up s-so well.” Your voice quivers, bringing Peter’s face down into a kiss to stop yourself from making any more unnecessary sounds that’ll draw the stranger’s attention.
“Cumming all over my hand, that’s a good girl. Yeah, princess? Feel better?”
His tongue slips into your mouth, shutting you up. Your stomach tightens, and when the blonde pulls out to massage at your clit, you release all over him before the sink can even turn on.
Then, the bathroom door clicks shut, leaving the both of you all alone once more.
You let out a long groan, head resting back against the edge of the tub as you come down from your adrenaline-filled high.
You gulp aloud, breaths stuck in your throat as you touch your sweaty forehead to catch your bearings.
Your stomach feels wet.
“S-Shit, I’m sorry.”
You glance down at your body, then at Peter, whose face is flushed red. There’s a blush creeping up his neck, his ears tinted with embarrassment as he looks at the stringy white mess between his fingers and your belly.
Peter Parker just fucking came from eating you out.
“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You smile warmly, cupping his face. Suddenly, he looks shy, as if what he did wasn’t the hottest thing a boy has ever done to you. You make the effort to assure him, looking him right in the eye. “It’s cool. It happens. Just shows me that you enjoyed yourself a lot more than I thought.” He hisses when your leg brushes against his leaking cock. Shrugging dramatically, you teasingly run a nail up his shaft despite already knowing the answer. “Do you still wanna fuck?”
He smirks boyishly at the crude question. “Of course I do.”
“Good.”
“Good.” He restates, rolling your nipple between his fingers with a sincere chuckle. “M’gonna fuck you standing up, is that okay? Can’t really feel my legs right now.”
“Like I said,” You tug at his earlobe with your teeth, pupils darkening again. “However you want it.”
He helps you to your feet, careful that you don’t trip one another. You shove the curtain aside when he bends you over the tub. You grip at the porcelain, knuckles turning white when he spits into his hand and slaps it against your sensitive folds. A moan falls from you when he kneads at the flesh of your ass, pushing your thighs apart to get a better view of your cunt.
His cock pokes at your entrance, and you gaze over your shoulder at Peter to watch him guide his length into you.
Slowly, he pushes his tip in. He’s thick, pulsating from his unforeseen orgasm from earlier. Peter gauges your facial expression, taking your rapid nod as a step to go further.
“It’s so big.” You whimper, smiling in deep satisfaction when your folds grip around him. He studies the sight, gawking at how your skin erupts with goosebumps beneath his warm touch.
“Tell me you want this cock, pretty slut.”
“I want all of your cock.”
You inhale deeply when he buries himself entirely inside you, his pelvis pressing against the curve of your ass.
“I’ll go easy on you.” He whispers, gently kissing your cheek before a cruel laugh wrestles through him. “For now.”
He pins your arms behind your back, just above your tailbone where he can hold your wrists in place. He uses one hand to grab onto your shoulder for leverage, hips snapping into you vigorously as he utters a number of curse words into the room.
“Peter! Fuck, yes!”
“Your cunt is just milking my cock, princess. Look at this shit. Christ… Y/N, feels fucking amazing.” He trails his nose along your neck, biting your soft arms as he continues fucking into you. “I could destroy you. Destroy this cunt, make it all mine. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-Yes, please. Please.”
“Earlier, you fucking despised me.” Peter growls, his grip making red marks on your skin. “Now, you want every piece of me. Needy. So needy for me.”
“Oh, god. Fuck. I want you.”
“Want my cum? Want me to fill you up with this dick?”
“Yes, Peter. Fill me up — fill me up till I can’t walk, till I can’t think, till my insides are full with nothing but you.”
“Such a dirty fucking mouth, Y/N. Always knew you spoke like a slut.” Your thighs tremble around him, his handprints marking your ass from a harsh spank driven across your backside.
“Harder.”
He buzzes in enlightenment at that. “Like this?” You lurch forward, turning into putty in Peter’s arms. He holds you near to his chest, skin slapping against skin as he drills into you. “You’re close, aren’t you?” You nod, whimpering his name over and over again. “Aw, my little Y/N. Seems that I’ve already fucked you out.”
“I’m — I’m… fuck, baby. I’m cumming.”
“I know.” He smirks cockily when you turn your face up at him, pleading for his lips on yours. “I can feel you.” You force your mouth onto his, whimpering against his teeth when he pulls away. “No, I wanna see your face again when you cum. You look so gorgeous when you do. But you don’t know that, don’t you, Y/N? Has anyone told you how fucking hot it is when you fall apart?”
“You’re making a mess.” You gasp when you glance back at him, watching how his spill coats his own cock and your wet folds.
“Oh, you’re one to talk.” His hand wanders up your throat, fingers squeezing your pulse points.
You croak. “Cum inside me.”
“Fuck. Tell me again.”
He fills you up instantly once the phrase leaves your lips, his blonde hair falling in curls in front of his face. “Want you to cum inside me.” You kiss his face, features scrunching up in pleasure as he needily releases his load into you.
“God, Y/N.” He sighs breathily, mouth connecting to the crook of your shoulder as he suckles lazily at the flesh. “I think I need to lay down.”
You chuckle loudly, shuddering when he slips out of you.
“Yup, me too. Absolutely.”
The two of you settle back into the bathtub, sticky and disheveled as you tiredly lay your head on Peter’s chest.
His head hits the porcelain abruptly, a grunt vibrating through him when he rubs the painful spot. “Ow.”
You cover your mouth with a hand, laughing behind fingers that smelled of Peter. “Are you okay?”
“Dumb blonde things, you know.”
“Mhm, sure. That’s a thing for natural blondes.” You scratch his scalp.
He closes his eyes at the relaxing sensation. “You never answered my question, by the way.”
You smile softly. It’s genuine, judging by how the lines on your face deepen with pure fondness. “The blonde looks good on you, Peter.”
“You think so?”
You playfully ruffle the messy strands.
“You looked fuckable even when you were a brunette. But now, I think you look incredibly attractive.” You plant a kiss on his nose, touching your forehead against his before you pull away with a wink. “The douchebag look is kinda sexy.”
His eyes crinkle at the statement. You step out of the tub, collecting your underwear and your shirt off the floor.
“See you at the next party?”
You glance at him, pretending to tap your chin in thought.
“Hopefully we can fuck somewhere else. Maybe not a bathroom this time.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Y/N.” He watches you slip your shirt on, already missing the glow of your soft skin.
“And don’t be an asshole, Parker.”
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xxsabitoxx · 2 years
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Seven Minutes in Heaven • Itadori Version
A/N: probably gonna just alternate between DS & JJK for these lol — as always, all characters are of age in these fics. Typically I describe them as the age they’d be in 2022 lol. Anyways, enjoy :)
Word count: 1.7k
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“Do you come here often?”
Of course he’d start with a cheesy joke. You rolled your eyes, his breath smelt like alcohol. Though you were certain yours smelt just the same. A stuffy little closet left nowhere to hide, even if you were keeping as much distance from each other as possible. “Actually, yeah.” You laughed, even in the dark you could tell he was smiling. “I don’t wanna pressure you or nothin. So if you don’t wanna do anything, just say so.” Itadori was probably the best man you could have gotten locked in a closet with for seven minutes.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you…” the thing is, the alcohol made you feel a little more daring. “I… I was thinking we could just… I dunno… make out?” You wanted to feel his hands on you. One of the star athletes on campus, not only was he handsome, he was also a sweetheart and genuinely caring. He didn’t judge anyone, he never turned someone away. While your majors were different and you didn’t really fancy going to frat parties, you were lucky he was friends with someone like Megumi. He was way more your pace, but he still threw kick ass parties, ones that Itadori attended without fail every time.
You’d been lusting after the pink haired athlete for months now. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity presented to you by fate. “Oh! Shit I… I’d like that.” He seemed shy, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head. That was another thing that pulled at your heart, he was unbelievably polite. “So… Can I kiss you, Itadori?” You must have been drunker than you realized, there was no way being locked in a closet with him made you this much more daring. Hell if it was as easy as this? You would have gone for it months ago after a couple of shots. “Y-you can.” He was thankful for the dark or else he was pretty sure you’d see his lips trembling.
Despite your asking, Itadori was the one to close the little distance there was. Less than a step forward and he was right there, your breath mingling even more now that your lips were centimeters apart. Neither of you spoke, instead shaky hands found their home somewhere on the other’s body. You pulled him down to your height, lips ghosting him. You were teasing him, waiting to feel the satisfaction of him leaning in first. It seems Itadori had the same thing in mind, slowly letting it become a game of who would crack first. Honestly… probably not the best mini game to play during seven minutes in Heaven, but neither of you seemed to mind.
You kept his face cupped between your hands, a breathy laugh escaping you. “This is rude.” He breathed out, voice cracking slightly as he waited for you to respond. “Maybe it is… but I think it’s fun.” Your lips ghosted each other again, feathery light and Yuji swore this could kill him. Your lips parted, he was engulfed by the scent of vodka on your lips. He was mentally noting that you preferred stronger drinks, likely because Maki always convinced you to do shots with her. That was the thing Yuji never let on, he knew who you were. Not only were you a frequent guest at the parties Megumi threw, you were good friends with Maki. Another star athlete known on campus.
He was itching to get to know you better. Megumi, however, always refused to introduce the two of you. Something about needing separate friends because Yuji always managed to corrupt them into party animals. Yuji respected that wish up until this very moment. “Fuck… just kiss me please.” He tightened his grip, pulling so you were flush against his body. Even through his clothes you could tell he had rippling muscles, quite the contrast to his innocent face. “Make me…” you weren’t giving up that easily. Yuji’s self control faded completely, your breath was stolen straight from your lungs as his lips finally crashed to yours.
A noise of shock was muffled against his eager tongue. You couldn’t make yourself to tease him more, not when a knock on the door signaled half of the seven minutes had already gone by. “Yuji…” his first name slipped past your lips easily. The groan that left him vibrated your whole frame, his hands seeking purchase on your ass instead. You squealed as he pulled you up, pulling you right to your tiptoes as he slotted his thigh between yours. “We are…” he panted as he pulled away. “Leaving this party… The second time is up.” You nodded, pulling him back greedily. You knew not much could be done for you within the three minute you had left. Yuji on the other hand…
“Let me suck you off…” you whined as your lips left his again. “Please… Yuji I wanna get you off so bad.” He could have cum on the spot, even in the dark he was squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. “I-if you wanna… go ahead.” He didn’t fight back as you settled back on your feet, one hand reaching out to push him away. Yuji’s back hit the opposite wall, hips jutting out a bit to give you easy access. The soft thumb of your knees hitting the ground was the only indication of where you were. “I bet you’re big.” You teased softly, skilled hands undoing his pants while placing chaste kisses to the growing bulge.
“Yeah? I’ll let you judge.” He was confident in what he had down there. He had a good length, but his real pride came with his girth. He couldn’t wait to leave, just so he could get you in his bed. “I bet you’d look so pretty spread nice and wide for me.” He choked out, dirty talk wasn’t his forte but it felt right to say in the moment. “Oh? Fuck I bet I would.” Your breathing halted as you pulled his jeans down to his knees, his cock slapping against his stomach. “Oh… yeah I definitely would.” A soft whine left his lips, barely audible as you pulled him towards your mouth. You gave him slow, languid pumps before spitting into your hand. He was dripping precum but you still wanted him wetter.
“Two minutes!” Maki’s voice boomed as she pounded her fist against the door. “Well, don’t hold back on me, Yuji.” Your lips suctioned to his head, tongue swirling around him slowly. “Oh shit…” his head fell back, hands trembling as he tried to figure out what to do with them. He couldn’t believe how soft your tongue felt, how good your hands felt on him. Sure he’d had a couple of hook ups before, he even had a girlfriend for about a month at one point. None of them felt this good though, there was something about you that simply set his body on fire. You let your jaw relax, pushing your head down an inch or two. Swallowing was difficult but the rewarding noise that followed made it feel worth it.
“Y/n…” now it was your turn to be surprised by the use of your first name. You hummed, sending vibrations straight through him. You bobbed your head now, taking in about half of his length and using your hand to pump the rest of him. The heat in your gut was building, it felt like there was a frenzy of butterflies forming in your gut. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you later on. The aching pulse between your thighs would be worth ignoring for the time being. “Y/n…” he drew out for a second time, this time his hands anchored into your hair. He tugged you softly, coaxing you to take more of him.
You let him, jaw relaxing to accommodate more than three quarters of his length. You gagged softly as he pushed you further, embarrassment flooded your cheeks but the noise only made him groan. “Sorry… shit sorry… that was hot though…” a strangled noise slipped past your lips in response. Your head pulled back, allowing a little bit of relief before you pushed yourself back down again. Another bang on the door signalled a minute left. He couldn’t hold back anymore, the tight feeling in his abdomen was driving him insane. “Gonna… ‘m gonna cum.” He gritted out, breath halting in his chest as his release crept closer. You encouraged him by moving a little quicker, pulling back to focus your attention on his head.
Your tongue lapped softly at the sensitive tip, Yuji’s hand tightened in your hair to keep you in place. You loved the feeling, the way his hands were pulling the strands of your hair taut. A moan spilled past your lips just as Yuji spilled past yours. You took it eagerly, barely even reacting as his release landed on your tongue. You pulled off of him with a soft pop, swallowing the contents before standing. “We’re going right back to your place…” you huffed out, shifting uncomfortably as you felt your panties sticking to you. “Absolutely we are…” you were positive his cheeks were red, a second later Maki was banging on the door. “You got ten seconds to make yourselves look presentable.” A chorus of laughs could be heard alongside the music beyond the closet door.
“Thank you…” Yuji muttered softly as the zipper of his pants went back up. He was already getting hard again at the thought of getting you home. “Any time, lover boy.” It slipped out easily, a smile creeping up your face as you reached for the doorknob. “I’ll meet you out front in five minutes.” The LED party lights flooded the small closet as you winked at him. “Five minutes…” he murmured back before following you out.
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mmunson86 · 3 months
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Be Kind To Each Other💗
So about about a month ago or so i got a message from an obvious fake account (no likes, followers, or PFP), now i have had my annos off from the very beginning of my blog because i am here to read, re-blog & make friends ( i am not very social IRL)
But i made it with a purpose to explore fan fiction because prior to Eddie i had never read fan fiction but thats a story for another day😅💗
So i never wanted to bring this to light because i didnt want to give this person or whomever it may be the satisfaction of getting to me, but in this DM they attacked for one my looks , my person (or who they think i am as a person) and proceeded to call me a & i quote “type of bitch Eddie would hate , he would never give you the time of day”
Now the reason i bring this up is because today i got a follow from a fake account with a name quite similar to the one who sent me the original hate DM, i immediately blocked them just like the last account but here is the point i am trying to make…
I don’t think that I have ever offended anyone and I’ll be the first one to say that if I have ever shared, liked,commented, or said, anything to offend anyone on here i am truly sorry
I have said it time and time again that the whole purpose of this blog is to try to share as many stories as I can, and spread as much positivity because in the world that we live in now it seems that there’s very little of that out there💗
At the same time, I don’t feel like I deserve that much hate.
I really don’t think it’s anyone here but like I said if I’ve ever done anything from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry I just needed to get this out there because one of the main reasons that I was absent for about a month month was because of that and as much as I didn’t wanna let it get to me it got to me and I just didn’t feel like I belonged in this fandom
I will always do my best to show as much support and love to all the amazing creators and writers on here I love y’all. I hope you have a great week and remember to be kind to yourself and be kind to each other.🫶🏻
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Hatin' On You - MYG || Teaser ||
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Summary: You absolutely loathe min yoongi, and honestly, you have no idea why - his vibe rubs you in all the wrong ways. When you and him suddenly find yourselves in a room with a shaman, things get ridiculously complicated.
Genre: Past Lovers au | Fluff, angst, enemies to lovers.
Teaser Warnings: none
Teaser word count: 647 :)
Full fic has been posted :)) - Here
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Notes: This fic is based off a dream I had a while back. Which I can't say much about because spoilers lmao, though I will say that the dream was wild as hell. The summary alone is just a little bit of what happened in that dream of mine 🤣 But!! I hope you guys look forward to it! I'm so excited to share it with you all, and hopefully, it'll be done and ready by this weekend!
Also, just wanna say this fic wouldn't be here if Nikki didn't say "Can you write it 🥺"
And, as all my teasers go, three scenes in no particular order! Have fun! I hope you're all having a great day! ❤️
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You could feel Yoongi’s stare, burning into the side of your head and you refuse to give him the satisfaction of glancing his way. You promised Seokjin you’d behave, that the few words you’d share with Yoongi – if any – would be civil.
You’ve known Yoongi for years, running in between the same circle of friends. The first time you’d met him, Seokjin had warned you not to take his lack of words and uninterested expression to heart. You hadn’t, some people are like that – you’re aware.
Yoongi constantly had his guard up, never letting anyone get closer than he would allow. It’s not easy to sit in a room with him, even amongst your friends. It’s awkward, painfully so. You’re not sure why he rubs you the wrong way, maybe it’s something about his vibe. The way he carries himself like he’s king shit, able to command a room with a flick of his wrist.
You and Yoongi always bicker, even without saying anything at all. There’s a tension that’s strung between you both, like a tight coil that only curls tighter the closer you are to each other. Like now, sitting a few inches away from him, even though he’s said nothing else to you, eyes stuck petulantly out the window.
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“D’you need help finding Jimin and Hoseok?” His eyes flicker down to where the squirrel plush swings from the belt loop in your jeans.
The words are taunting and there’s a gleam in his eyes that leaves you unsure if he’s joking or not. You huff, crossing your arms, “I’m not a child, you know.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me, the way you act all the time.” He says, walking off, but you’re not letting him have the last word.
“As if you’re any better.” You trail behind him, glaring daggers into his broad back and hoping that he trips on air. You suck your teeth, pure pettiness leading you to follow behind him and not go your own way.
You’re not sure why it’s always this way. There’s a need to be as far away from him as you possibly can be, if to just spare yourself the headache, but also, a need that swirls beneath it to be near. You’re not sure what to make of that and you try not to think of it. Try to bury it down, put a lid on it and leave it to rot in a corner somewhere.
You don’t like him, and that’s just it, there’s nothing more to that, nothing you have to sit and bust your brain over.
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“You two have a past.” The woman calls, and for some reason, you and Yoongi both stop. “I can show it to you.”
She’s probably part of the attractions - here to make money just like everyone else. It’s not uncommon to find folk like her in places like this, where susceptible people are lured into paying a pretty penny for baseless words. It calls to you though, for some reason, you’re not sure, but you turn to look at her first.
She smiles at you, and you turn back.
“Ignore her.” Yoongi says, trying to urge you forward, even though he himself has yet to move. “C’mon.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the woman is persistent, it seems, as she speaks again. “I’d be doing you both a favor.”
Yoongi sighs, the warmth of his hand leaving your back as he turns. You turn too, and you’re locked in a silent stare-off with the woman.
“I don’t think she’ll leave us alone.” He mumbles quietly to you, and against your better judgment, you follow him as he walks back. “People do this all the time, so don’t pay mind to whatever she has to say.”
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I am curious what it is like for them to be intimate now compared to when Gortash was thin or relatively thin. Are there certain things they miss not being about to do anymore? Are there things they especially love that they can only do now? For Cas what is it like since this is his first time with such a heavy partner, I assume? And for Gortash, does he like the feeling of his weight and how his body shakes when he moves, does it bother or distract him?
before I get to the actual answer I just wanna say the thing about Cas is that he doesn’t care that much about sex as one might think he does. He’s very good at pretending that he just wants to put his dick in tbh but truthfully he’s literally more than fine with just pleasing Gortash😖 As a person he’s someone that’s been very oversexualized throughout his life so it’s more habit to act the way he acts rather than stemming from him genuinely being like a… very lustful person or smth. what I’m trying to say is that Cas is very much focused on it being Gortash rather than it being any type of sexual satisfaction, in the end he couldn’t care less about that ESPECIALLY since he often looks down on people that are driven by lust considering his past. Same as the whole weight gain thing he’s into it because it’s Gortash, he wouldn’t bat an eye if it was the exact dynamic but with anyone else☝️
with that it makes sense that Cas doesn’t really miss anything that they used to do intimately. He always preferred to be in the leading/giving position so tbh this only plays into his preference anyways. Gortash isn’t the first fat guy he was with but the other ones were ermm…. his targets while he worked as an incubus😭 I would say “remember he’s lowkey fatphobic to anyone that isnt Gortash” but I don’t think that played into the times with his targets a lot because honestly… He was fucking grossed out by about everyone that tried to touch him. anyways a lot of his feelings on his intimacy with Gortash now that is subconscious I suppose, since Cas was around for the whole change. He definitely enjoys it though, in the way of “feeling the damage he’s done all around him” but also because he just likes it. Cas loves the fact that it’s nothing like his own body almost in a way of curiosity, feeling just how soft and full of fat his body is, he loves feeling all the weight and… how do I say this without making Cas sound like a dog. He loves being useful😭 He likes knowing that his strength and own fitness is needed to get Gortash off now, lifting his fat belly nd doing all the work etc etc. There’s also something to be said about how Gortash being this fat definitely adds to him being all sweaty nd musky which…. you know. Cas is into anyways
I think Gortash on the other hand does miss topping sometimes without being winded after a few seconds but this is something that he doesn’t mind giving up really. I do see him as an unintentional selfish lover so I don’t think he cares that much about only bring able to top when Cas does all the work tbh. A thing he does also miss though is being able to see Cas while he sucks him off, just for seeing his beautiful face as he’s going down on him really😵‍💫 Gortash also generally doesn’t mind that he jiggles nd shakes a lot, there’s a certain subconscious fondness and pride connected to it just because he knows how much Cas likes it. He’s VERY into the fact that Cas is this into him tbh, the way Cas practically worships his body even if he teases him, the way Cas can’t keep his hands off like he owns him almost like a trophy. He’s obsessed with the feeling of being desired in such a way for things that aren’t exactly conventionally hot but very much just how he is. Like sure the weight is kinda on Cas but it’s not like he wasn’t indulging and a bit gluttonous before Cas. Nd then there’s also the grossness, him not caring much about his appearance in general, him being cruel and evil....🤲 Also he’s just used to the way his body feels now but sometimes he gains a lot of noticeable weight fast and then his body does feel “jigglier” nd heavier sometimes which he might comment on because he feels it during sex but then he just gets silenced by Cas kissing him nd then his whole body which is where that ends💜 I like to think that Gortash truly doesn't even have much time to think about how his body feels or looks to him or whatever while they're together intimately because one thing abt Cas is that he will fuck the shit out of him. One thing about Cas is that he will NAWT have chill casual sex where Gortash isn't either begging or whimpering throughout because he is weirdly prideful in his sexual ability
As a last thing though I think it's worth mentioning that their dynamic through the years changed a bit anyways, meaning that while Gortash was slim/thinner he would often top, yes, but that was because Gortash was also less willing to give up control to Cas. Weird powergames but he was also genuinely a bit scared of Cas because he always knew he used to be an incubus. Like yeah it's a slim to fat kinda change but at the same time it was a Gortash trusting Cas more and more and genuinely wanting to give himself to Cas and give up things for him
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Raph x reader story A/N:Another part is out! it is currently 5am but oh well, i started writing and then just didn't stop. But here we go, I love all April's they are my pookies.
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The week had been going great, hanging out with his brothers and his friends, not much work either since the city had been fairly peaceful. Raph was laying on the couch just scrolling through his phone when a notification caught his attention.
April🧡
-Hey! Vern is going to a club today and invited me, Case is gonna be there too
-And I thought you and the guys would wanna come!
-It’s gonna be fun!
He smiles at the text, going out did sound fun and it was a chance to relax and possibly mingle… alright maybe not that last part as much but the thought is what counts. He stretches lazily and answers her.
-Yeah im in. Sounds fun enough.
Raph gets up and texts his brothers to check if they would be joining him, Donnie and Leo were a very unlikely yes but even they had to be slowly descending into boredom madness.  He didn’t have to wait very long though, cause they all pinged him with a resounding “YES” to the afternoon plans. ‘Welp, time ta change then’ even if changing meant putting his nicer pair of pants and boots, maybe his jacket too (even if to only put it around his waist-).
When the time for the party rolls around the four of them are already waiting for their friends and the front door, the place was nice, the outside looking kinda fancy but also casual enough that there wasn’t a crazy line waiting for them at the entrance. Soon enough they see April and Jones approaching, with a surprise third party who none of them had met before except… ‘There’s no fucking way’ he thought. But lo and behold, there she was clear as day, the girl from the place he went to a week ago, smiling just as she had when they first talked. This time she wasn’t in some fancy get up but a more relaxed look, looked more at ease too, once she caught his eye she waved at him.
“Hi guys! Sorry we’re a bit late, we went to pick up my friend (y/N). She was a last minute addition to our little group, hope that’s alright?”
“The more the merrier! Don’t sweat it angelcakes!” As always, Mikey was ready to welcome any new members with open arms, Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement, never the ones to be rude to anyone but also not as energetic and out there as their younger sibling. (Y/ N) turns to them and chuckles.
“Thanks you guys! Really means a lot, I was just ITCHING to go out but had no one to go with, y’all are my saviours today.” She said shaking hands with the three of his brothers. Getting to him she sends him a playful smirk “Long time no see, big guy. Thought that was gonna be the last I saw of ya.” Her hands lingered on his, the tips of her fingers freezing against his but still just as gentle as the first time they had met.
“Heh. Could say the same about ya.” 
“You guys know each other?” Of course Jones had to ask something, guy made being annoying his whole career, Raph sighs and rolls his eyes  “Yeah we  met last week when we went to that bar we went  to. We talked for like two minutes.” He gives them, getting a collective nod of satisfaction from his answer ‘fucking weirdos. Always up in someone’s business’ he smiles.
As they head they start looking for Vern, not that the guy was hard to find but in the current lighting they had the task at hand proved to be difficult as they eyed the tables at the place. April and (Y/N) were giggling away at something on their phones and already asking for drinks, a look of mischief on their faces ‘oh this is gonna be great’ he thinks, making his way to them quickly, since Jones had left them to go keep looking for Vern.
The group eventually does find him, at one of the tables hidden away at the corner, sipping away at his drink and finishing up some conversation. They all sit down and he smiles at them excitedly.
“Oh I’m glad you could all come, I was starting to get bored of not doing anything with you guys! How are you finding the place? This is my new little nook, the vibes are great here.” He lays back, relaxed look on his face.
“This is much nicer than I was expecting I gotta admit” Donnie says, his posture much more calm than when they first got there “Normally parties aren’t my thing but this has been very okay so far, their drinks are great too.”
“Yeah! I missed hanging with people at a nice club.” (Y/N) says leaning on April, she looked in her element, comfortable and at ease. Raph smiled at them as she leaned in, a conspiratory look on her face “But I’m really feeling the need to dance! Who’s coming with me?!” she says already dragging April with her ‘well, not much choice there’ he chuckles. Mikey obviously follows suit and links arms with the ladies.
“Oh I am in! Let’s show these people how it’s done!” he shouts as they head to the dance floor.
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 As they get to the floor, they try to find a little space for them all to dance in comfortably, which proved to be harder than they thought . Finally, thankfully they find and just let loose, each of them finding their own rhythm and laughing amongst each other.
(Y/N) turns to look around and stops in her tracks, the scene in front of her leaving her frozen in place.
“Hey? You okay?” April asks, Mikey also stopping his dancing to look where (Y/N) was looking.
“Am I hallucinating or is that Brad with a random girl chewing on his face?” She asks in a tense tone, and yup, it only took April one look to confirm that that was in fact Brad. (Y/N) holds her hand tightly and sighs, her eyes closed.
“Who’s Brad? What is happening right now?” Mikey asks, kind as ever after noticing his friend’s distressed look.
“THAT, is my supposedly his place boyfriend… sucking on that girl’s lips.” She says, looking annoyed now.
‘Oh. OH!’ Mikey’s eyes widen ‘Well shit, that sucks.’
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p-i-e-d-p-i-p-e-r · 6 months
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YN is staying overtime to practice her dance moves. Jungkook has a hard time sleeping, so he watches her dance. - idol!au, dance!au, mentions of unholy things..etc
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A/N: Reposted! Accidentally deleted post.
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Jungkook texted you a week ago and he hasn't heard anything back. What if he texted the wrong number? Then, it would pretty sure be out in the open by now. You were playing hard to get thus he won't stop until he gets what he wants. You.
The thought of you being somebody else’s dancer didn’t sit right. Whatever you did, he had to have you around seven days a week. “Seven days a week..”
If Hoseok was going to have you for his solo, Jungkook would dedicate an entire solo just for you. 
Three months had already passed by since you joined the dance crew and your skills had gotten better and better, he could tell by your TikTok following and the comments you were receiving. Not that you seemed to have time to do many updates but the few ones you uploaded had gained more popularity. Sometimes, he had to stop himself from reading them because he started feeling jealous.
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"This be better than losing sleep"
"I promise it is"
He cupped your face in his hands and you naturally moved closer. He initiated the kiss, but this time it was different. You asked for entrance and he gave it. This kiss was deeper and slower. Your eyelids were heavy, you couldn’t even push him away even if you wanted to. The Jeon Jungkook effect took over you. With his hands still holding your face, he rested his forehead against yours as both of your lips parted ways. His breathing was deep and his heart was pounding after you. ”Why are you doing this?” You asked, keeping your eyes shut. You didn’t dare to look him. “Can’t you go ruin somebody else's life with your hormones?”
He licked his bottom lip. “I could, but I don’t want to.”
“What do you want then?”
“You.” - “You, all the time. Every day. Seven days a week, mine.”
“Not here” You took his hand and pulled him inside your tiny apartment, locking the door behind you. “If anyone finds out you’ve been here I am screwed! Especially before the show! What are they gonna think?”
“I think they are going to think that there has always been more than a nice girl behind this personality of yours. I haven’t seen that bad side yet but I am willing to push it.” He took a step closer. Why wouldn’t you wanna be under his skin when he is chasing you like this? You haven’t heard anything bad about the guy, and if he had done anything, no secrets had come out so far. What is so bad about trying?
You’re stepping over the boundaries Y/N.
“So, was that all?” You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe.  
 He raised an eyebrow at you.  “Do you want it to be?”
 “No.”
“What is there that you want?” 
“I guess that I am so nervous that I actually wanna dance”  
“Then we should have met at studio 7, silly” He giggled at you, this must be the first time you saw his bunny smile. It made him look so soft, so lovable, so kissable.
He placed his right hand against your lower back, pulling himself closer to you. “Then let’s dance.” 
You thought this night would give you stomach cramps, but instead, it filled you with satisfaction. You danced in the small space you had, and once again it made you feel like the first time. He taught you many things that were actually helpful, and he praised you so much for doing the smallest thing. Your worlds collided, and it was so much more than understanding. His movements were responding to yours, and yours to his. 
You wanted him to stay, it made you blush acknowledging that to yourself even. Would you dare to ask? He would look good in your bed - In fact, he already does while he lays there resting. You danced for two hours non-stop, and you’re surprised that you managed to keep your hands from each other. Jungkook and a bed in the same room started to feel like danger from the start. 
Today was the time to show off your hard work. You hope that the management is watching, that they believe they made the right choice accepting you, and that they will want to keep you when Min-Ji returns. You feel like you are in the right spot, with the right team. This was the change you were looking for, the change you needed. After all, you left home to pursue dancing. A career, or a hobby you never thought you’d take further than TikTok. If it weren't for your ex-boyfriend, you’d probably lay around and rot. Because you wanted to avoid the agony at home, you randomly decided to sign up for dance classes as an escape from the shared apartment. The Facebook commercial had popped up on your feed. Attending those classes, and meeting those people took you further to your small network in Korea. Min-Ji was one of my first friends in the dance community and she stayed loyal to you for two years, and now you were here.
You tried to ignore making eyecontact with Jungkook backstage. You could hardly fall asleep after what happened last night. The way he just showed up and kissed you, leading you on and you just allowed that. He looked way too good for your sanity, and this wasn’t time to have these kind of thoughts.
You were nervous about performing in public, but since you were a large crew it made it les scary. Despite a few mistakes, the first half of the show was fairly smooth. Finally, you were able to relax backstage and watch the rest on screen.
“We need a replacement for Jungkook’s solo, one of the dancers spayed their ankles on the stage!” the manager announces, looking around at the dancers.
“Take Y/N” Jungkook shouts pointing at you.
“What-” You react at hearing your name.
“Take her, she knows the dance” Jungkook continues.
“N-no I don-”
“Come here and let’s get you ready, there is no time for arguing .” The manager calls, stressfully gesturing with his hands.
“But I can’t do it!”
“Do you want to stay? Commitment is one of the things you will have to do regardless of the situation in this team” 
You nod and walked determined to do it, even if you were freaking out and felt like your heart was going to jump out of your body.
Jungkook spotted you right before his time on stage, he saw you were nervous, but that didn’t matter because he knew you’d manage just fine. If the first outfit wasn’t driving you crazy already, this one definitely did. This man reeked attraction from every angle.
“Remember, just like you followed my moves, follow theirs- and if you’re lost, just follow me.”
“I have never done this dance before.”
“I’ve seen your TikTok. You copied this exactly.”
“How did you-”
“Time to go, My Time starts in 5-4-3..”
He gives you one last assuring look and runs off.
You took a deep breath and waited for your time to join him on stage.
At first, you thought you didn’t know what you were doing, but you kept thinking of him assuring you, his voice guided you until you found your flow. After more than half of the song, you barely noticed when the other dancers left the stage. You just kept on dancing, becoming one with the music, one with his voice and his movements. You were the female protagonist and he was singing to you. 
The way you are so synchronized on stage, it felt like you were levitating. It must have been the endorphins that kicked in because you are confident about giving your best. It was impossible not to smile. He was so close to you, and his scent got you riled up.
"Oh, I will call ya
I will hol' ya
Oh, I will
And yes, you know, oh yes, you know
Oh, I will call ya
I will touch ya
Oh, I will
And you know.."
“That wasn’t a part of the choreography” Jimin points out. The members chuckle in the background.
“Now it is,” Hoseok replies, smiling at the screen, and clapping his hands.
Hearing the crowd scream made you nervous. You didn’t dare looking into that direction after realizing what had happened. Jungkook lowered the microphone from his mouth, locking eyes with you. His gaze was intense. You felt like you were a pray in his sight, and he could dominate over you anytime.
You wondered how this was going to turn out, once the show was over, how everyone was going to react. When you were dancing in the moment, you didn’t care about it, but when you had to run backstage, you didn’t wanna be seen.
To both of your surprise, everyone was clapping. The attention went to him mostly, but you didn’t escape so easy. “I said commitment but that was a whole other level, I am surprised.” The manager said. You bowed your head and thanked him, hoping that he meant it in a good way. You glanced over at the team, and saw Hoseok giving  you thumbs up. Two overwhelming evenings in a row. 
I need a cold shower.
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blouisparadise · 1 year
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Today we have a second part to our royalty rec list for you! If you’d like to check out the first part, you can find it here. We hope you enjoy these amazing fics! If you do, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!
1) Addressed To The Fire | Explicit | 9085 words
“Would you have come,” Harry says after a few seconds, voice levelled. A part of Louis wants him to snap — wants him to be the first one to raise his voice, because if there’s one thing he will never, ever do, is give anyone the satisfaction of saying he’s the one that starts the fights, “if I had invited you?”
No, Louis’ mind replies immediately, I wouldn’t have.
2) Falling Down For You | Explicit | 14750 words
If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?
3) Lean On My Shoulder (I See Myself With You) | Explicit | 19540 words
Speaking of the views, there was someone on his balcony. The sun was still setting, making this person look even more ethereal. They seemed to be at content at being alone. Harry watched as they watered the plants, they certainly didn't look like they were amongst the help.
Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to invade this stranger's quiet time; the Prince could be selfish sometimes.
4) Promise Me You Won't Run Away | Explicit | 23128 words
“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.
“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”
“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.
“Come distract me, then.”
5) (Summer Is Over) And I Wanna Leave You Satisfied | Explicit | 25031 words
On the very last night of his summer break in London, Louis Tomlinson hooks up with a hot guy. When he gets back home, his roommates tell him that they're going to be getting a new roommate. Said roommate? The same hot guy he hooked up with back in London: Harry Styles, who's looking for a quiet place to go to school and just wants to keep his head down. Funny how he keeps getting noticed, though....
6) What Our Souls Were Meant To Do | Mature | 34106 words
All Harry’s father wants is for his son to marry as soon as possible and give their family another heir. All Harry wants to do is fall in love.
7) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back | Explicit | 42255 words
“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”
“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.
8) Don’t Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 43230 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.
“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”
“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”
9) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words
A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.
10) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words
A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.
11) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55795 words
For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find.
He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him.
Everything changes when Harry disappears.
12) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words
A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.
Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.
‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.
“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”
13) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62988 words
As a reward for saving the king’s life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis’ hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.
14) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64602 words
Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.
15) Where They Glow | Explicit | 70519 words
A Tangled AU where Louis dreams, Harry runs, and the sun prince has been missing for almost nineteen years.
16) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76174 words
Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.
17) Bless the Day Our Heartbeats Aligned | Explicit | 97454 words
The one where after years of being gone, Knight Harry returns to his best friend only to find out that Louis is betrothed to another.
18) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) | Mature | 119264 words
Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.
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jessource · 2 years
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sentence starters: wentworth out of context
* coarse language and triggering content may be ahead.
“every time i talk, i open my mouth, people laugh.” “you can’t be trusted with pencils.” “(unsettling music plays)” “tough titties, eh?” “do you think handcuffs are necessary?” “causal or formal? so i know what to wear.” “you reap what you sow.” “you just fly. you be free.” “you did stab someone in the neck with a pen.” “code black.” “i don’t respond well to disloyalty.” “if you think i'm going to give you the satisfaction of asking 'what's in the box' you are sadly mistaken ... nah, give in, what's in the box?” “don’t be nervous (name), you’re the one holding the scissors.” “i smothered her with a pillow.” “yeah, i’ll just ring mr whippy.” “oh (name). don't you get tired of it all, the pointless baiting? get a life.” “she mowed over her mother-in-law with a tractor.” “you’re the grim fucking reaper.” “you are not a man, you are a puppet with (name)’s hand so far up your arse you will never be free of her.” “it’s not that hard (name). stay away from ghosts.” ”what is with your timing? you always come in when i’ve got my pants down.” “i’m not gay.” “choc ... chip.” “oh, don’t tell me you’re in love. that’s so sweet.” “you want me to have your baby.” “i understand you, (name). you're a loner.” “you wanna pat my pussy mama?” “(trolley wheels rattling)” ”i love you... but like a sister.” “I seem to recall that you attacked me with a billiard ball in a sock. does that ring a bell? “‘punch some tits’ as you like to call it.” “where is the bean flicker?” “you and me. whatever it was. it’s over.” “you did try to kill him.” “(steam press hisses)” ”sonic the hedgehog? cause i like sonic the hedgehog.” ”i was about to chuck this snowdome at the wall before i realised i don’t own a snowdome.” “you’re an ambitious little man.” “i’ll do whatever i can to protect my sister.” ”you gotta follow some rules, like don’t touch my stuff.” ”that’s easy for you to say, you don’t have any kids!” “she was still my wife when you started fucking her.” ”real sex, good sex, it’s in here too.” ”is that why we’re in here with the door open? so nobody think’s we’re going bumper to bumper?” “did you bury me deep enough?” “remove your clothing.” “fuck-knuckle.” “hot potato, hot potato.” “someone’s been a naughty nurse.” “no. i’m in a penthouse overlooking the beach. yeah i’m in the next slot!” “(name) killed her goldfish.” “give me the damn biscuits.” “you’ve licked your last pussy.” “if you’ve fallen for someone then... fuck the labels.” “you lose something, (name)? sense of humour, maybe?” “so, like, what's most important to you? is it looks, boob size or personality?” “tutoring ... dating ... same thing.” “it's my sixth sense, i can hear pants dropping a mile away.” “my letters to (name), did they turn you on? did you imagine us together? what i'd do to her? what she'd do to me?“ “you back from la la land yet?” “i’m pathetic, i’m...” “you laughed at me and called me a freak.” “(name), you know that i've always wanted to be more than just a mentor to you.“ “what, fuck? surprised you know what that is.” “(ice cream truck music)” “vinegar tits?” “shut the fuck up (name)” “learn to accept help from others.” “(name) won’t let anything happen to me.” “she shot you.” “it must be terrible being the brunt of other people’s jokes.” “you’ve always lacked courage.” “you reckon (name) has got post-natal oppression or somethin’?” “you used to be all smiles, now you’re just a cunt.” “stop looking at me like that!” “i’m having urges.” “can i join you for one?” “i like the feeling of being in control. “oi, minnie mouse. that was fuckin’ funny.” “you need someone to love, something to do, and something to look forward to.” “why is that goldfish still here?” “it’s just a stupid nickname. we all get names.” “just ‘cause you fuck her, doesn’t mean you know her.” “hasn’t there ever been anyone you’ve had the desire to connect with on a human level?” “two murders? i’ve been gone less than a month.” “i’d like to inform you that i’ve had legal advice.” “you’re supposed to have amnesia, so who the fuck did you call... nut busters?” “it's interesting that you see sharing your feelings as being difficult.” “don’t do anything stupid.” “it’s only a matter of time.” “i’m not running from her anymore.” “don’t make me shout.” “that’s just between me and you.” “please... don’t burn it.” “this came for you yesterday... it’s a fish.” “but at the end of the day you can’t escape because it’s in you. right? it’s in here. it’s a part of you now.” “i don’t know maybe you’re crazy.” “one cannot deny the animal within.” “you got any last words?” “you have a very devious mind, (name).” “ha.”
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minerwarfare-suzuya · 7 months
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It was nearly 6:30 am before my alarm went off and I'm already spammed with messages over my recent post to be "taken down" by threats that Miles will be contacting Mobox87 from Cagney.
Plus, I've also received messages from Miles themselves but can't respond back cause he decided to block me after sending his texts.
So! Back to sleep I go!
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Nah! I'm just kidding, here's what he has said!
"Legit ur what? 18+? Yet you act like a child disrespecting others for your Owen pleasure. All you do is to care for YOURSELF! Been a very disrespectful person. And legit disrespect against humanity! I have all rights to refuse to let ppl miss draw my Ocs, I don’t by them to share. That’s not how it works! Second of all I deleted it bc me and them came along! Like bro ever heared of leaving a person alone and stop bullying? Grow up and get a life instead of harrashing and bullying me ur an adult for fuck sake act like one"
You do realize that anyone and anywhere on the internet is still going to draw your comfort character without your consent. Plus, I don't know why you think you of all people gate keep the oc just cause you bought it when everyone can draw it for free.
It'd be understandable that you were upset and approached a person drawing that oc for profit and not getting any credit or anything out of it.
Now despite Yuriviq and you coming to terms with your rules by force. They are still not happy about you having to pull Mobox87 into your petty callout cause that apparently hurt them since they idolized her and her work. Nor does Yuriviq feel that it's alright to be dictated to not draw the oc they were passionate about making and posting online in their own liking.
But hey guess I'm the bad guy here right? "Like bro ever heared of leaving a person alone and stop bullying? Grow up and get a life instead of harrashing and bullying me ur an adult for fuck sake act like one"
Ironic isn't it? That I get labeled as "disrespectful" when you're the epitome of someone being disrespectful towards others.
"Second of all stop hating against little spacers! It’s freaking disgusting you need to get a life and leave me the hell alone you stalker"
Wanna a medal for that? Like seriously I don't care cause that's just you seeking attention out of your own satisfaction being online.
"Also I remember cleaning giving ppl DRAWING permission BUT WITH THE RULES no NSFW and NO shipping"
This is a lot like the situation Kev had with Blurry on him not wanting no nsfw of his oc which he paid for when most of the characters from Faces of Nothing were on sale. I just have to state that again, anyone and anywhere on the internet someone is going to draw it without your consent so why bother controlling something you'll be outplayed at. Another thing, no shipping? Why? Oh right cause he's your comfort character? Bruh go touch grass and get over yourself on a drawing. That's 1 out of billion drawings of your comfort character being shipped across the web.
"Lay your filthy hands off my Ocs :)
I purchased them and if your ass didn’t know, people is different and you need to respect that! You small ass child"
I just did and I'll do it again. Y'know I have done it before it's not my first time lol. So yeah, you purchased the character and I drew it for free. We're not the same.
Again you're a literal man child and acting crazy over the slightest inconvenience of your oc being shipped with someone else's oc.
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"Also having fun insulting ppl with childhood trauma? Dmn man that’s cold"
I don't know why you care to carry that upon yourself online as some medal of honor especially on your bio when that's your personal problem outside from what others wanna know you publicly for.
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Anyways that's all from Miles text messages and I certainly have to say that I do not care what he has to say about me because he's very irrational and I'm unbothered by his insults.
Now you can already assume that this post in response is a No to taking down my post since taking it down would be in Miles satisfaction.
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Top it off, you really went out of your way to throw a fit to Cagney over it by spamming their dm's. Like seriously? Stfu already, if anything it's non-negotiable to talk with you about how dumb your rule is.
If anything, Miles is a spoiled human being over his comfort character and I could careless what he thinks or how he needs to get his way online.
Quit stressing, let artists do whatever they want.
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Oh one more thing!
No one will praise you or know you're the owner of an oc. People will always forever know that the oc is made by Mobox87 cause she popularized the character during the growth of her online career when she made Faces of Nothing.
The people will only know you by being that user online who bought an oc and being an asshole about it when you harass them. So be proud that you own something that you'll hardly get recognition for.
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autumnalsteahouse · 7 months
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autumnal my love !!! i am copying you right now because i NEEEEEED to know your answer to the same question — what are your favorite hcs about your self-ships? 🥺🤲
pls share as many as you want, i want to know them ALL !!!!
Medusa I love you so very much.thank you for sending this,,,, I wasn’t sure I was gonna answer this right now because I’m not doing too well mentally but I think that’s exactly why I should ! I need all the comfort I can get
ok hm
first I’ll start with suguru & cheering me up because,, :)
he can read a room so well,, and he can read me like I’m a bright red stop sign. a majority of the time, he already knows when something is wrong— but he also knows that I’ll come to him when I’m ready to talk about it. He’s VERY patient with me (because sometimes I don’t know how to approach overwhelming emotions) but our communication skills are top notch.
in addition, he knows just how to comfort me. If I’m crying, he immediately goes in to hold me or cuddle. He won’t say anything— after I get all my tears out, he’ll gently kiss my cheeks and slowly get up to get me a cup of water (if I allow him). He starts talking after I’ve calmed down, asking if I wanna go for a drive knowing I’ll say yes. He keeps some sort of physical contact with me at all times wether it’s his hand on my thigh or holding my hand,,, he’s very attentive.
NOW I wanna talk about which Halloween/autumn events that each of my faves would do with me.
Suguru would definitely be pumpkin carving. Are u joking. it was a surprise plan for me!! he picked me up from school & we headed to the pumpkin patch! Then we’d get home and to my surprise, there’s a blanket set up with unlit candles, a speaker, and two carving sets!! we would have a whole competition!!! Until we give up and help each other with the most difficult parts (the detail work). He let me play my Halloween playlist too😌😌
Kuroo would find the best Halloween parties to fulfill my “fucking at a large house party” scenario. It would actually be a whole scene. We’d show up to the party separate and slowly make our way back to each other— kinda like Andy and April (parks and rec ref)
VASH DOES MOVIE NIGHTS!!!!! He goes all out by decorating the room in the coziest but Halloweenish decor— LOTS of candles, blankets, and throw pillows. Spiderwebs, bats, cauldron mugs for our drinks, orange fairy lights and furniture forts. Oh and it’s not on a Tv… it’s via PROJECTOR. His lineup is no in particular order but Halloweentown, Coraline, hocus pocus, nightmare before Christmas, and Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban are DEFINITELY on there.
Draken is… halloween horror nights. (This idea is thanks to angel because we were talking … and her boyfriend does this for her and THIS is the only way I would ever go. Ever.) now he knows I am a full WUSS. I hate being scared but I know that he wants me to go (he goes with the boys but he also wants to have a night with me too) so we came up with an agreement. He guides me through everything— he stands in back of me, both hands on my shoulders as he walks me through the park so that way I feel secure and he gets to watch me scream my ass off while also being together and having the satisfaction of “protecting” me. Besides, I know he would literally kill anyone for me so I’m lowkey turned on the whole time
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