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meegadeeth · 4 months

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☆ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖𝟎’𝐒!𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (+𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒) - 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☆

people included/mentioned; james hetfield, lars ulrich, kirk hammett, dave mustaine, cliff burton

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☆ first off, bro is aggressive asf when play fighting & does not feel bad at all. he will literally throw you across the room & tell you to stop being sensitive.

you and james had honestly been messing around at first, gently shoving each other. then, it escalated and you guys were having a full on match. you shoved him a little harder, causing his back to hit the wall. suddenly, you were picked up and thrown onto the couch—which is better than the floor, but damn it still hurts. “james alan! that hurt!” you yelled. “oh, come on, y/n. that wasn’t anything.” he rolled his eyes. “you threw me across the fucking room!” you argued. “yeah? you landed on the couch, you’re fine.”

☆ you call him james alan or alan when you’re annoyed/angry with him & he hates it—but soon grew to accept it.

“james, clean up your shit.” you had said. his clothes were everywhere along with some picks and his hat. “calm down, i’ll get it.” james rolled his eyes. “i’m not taking the fucking attitude today, james alan. pick it up now.” james huffed at the mention of his middle name, grabbing his stuff and putting it where it goes.

☆ you’re literally the “where’s james?” or “where’s y/n?” duo when one of you aren’t with each other.

james showed up at rehearsal, kirk and lars ushering up to him. “wait, where’s y/n?” kirk asked. “how am i supposed to know?” james mumbled, being overly hungover. “well, i’m gonna assume you’ll see her later. give her hair straightener back.” kirk handed it over. “why would you need a hair straightener?” james slightly squinted his eyes under the lights as he looked up. “don’t worry about it.” “HE FINALLY LET Y/N STRAIGHTEN HIS HAIR!” lars yelled, causing james to slightly wince—the slight pounding in his head getting heavier. “oh, sorry—look at this.” lars handed over the polaroid photo of kirk with straight hair.

☆ ngl i feel like you’d defend him a lot since james was more nervous & stuff like that. i feel like that would happen a lot in the 80s with lars & dave—when an argument gets too far. all james can do is laugh because the person you just told off is kinda shocked.

james and dave were arguing about something that you didn’t even care about, really. it was something dumb. but, the two were aimlessly going back and forth. suddenly, dave said something that crossed the line a little. before james could utter a word, you had slapped dave; sure, it wasn’t brutal, but it wasn’t light either. “did you just slap me?” dave asked, looking at you in disbelief. “yes, i did,” you started, looking up at dave—no matter the height, it didn’t bother you when it came to james—“now, why do you think it would be okay to say something like that?” dave started, but you didn’t let him answer. “that doesn’t matter actually. you shouldn’t have said it at all. watch your mouth.” dave stayed silent for a few seconds before grumbling, “alright…” and james couldn’t help but laugh, along with lars.

☆ along with keeping other people in check, you also gotta keep james in check—cause everybody makes mistakes.

let’s be honest. james can and is a dick. you love him, but he’s a dick. you had been at a party and james had got defensive over something, he hadn’t told you the whole story, so now you had him dragged him to a corner, sitting in a chair. “james. alan. hetfield. what is your problem?” you said as you made him sit down. “he was being a dick…” james mumbled, looking at his lap, embarrassed at the fact that you had just sat him down like a mother in front of everyone. “so? you have to ignore people like that, james. you have to be mature.” you raised your brows, trying to get the message across. “but-“ you cut him off, “no. i’m not hearing it. either you proceed with a mature attitude, or we leave now. you choose.” “fine…”

☆ people assume you are sister & brother to the point where you both go with it. you don’t even have to look similar, it’s the way you both are assholes to each other lmao.

you and the guys were out, ordering food. james was the one who got handed the food and then distributed it to whoever ordered it. “alright, and this is your sisters.” the old women sat down the food in front of james and he pushed it across the table towards you with a careless manner. when the waitress walked away, lars snickered, “did she say ‘your sister’?” james nodded, “yeah, i think so.” “but you don’t even look alike.” kirk stated, confused. “oh, i know. he’s ugly as hell—i don’t know why people think that we come from the same person.” you said, shooting a playful glare at james.

☆ nobody is allowed to be mean to you except him.

it had been in the morning and cliff was cooking breakfast, lars and kirk were going through old shit that kirk found. you were helping cliff every now and again, while james was just stuck in the middle of everyone, sitting on the counter. it had been the morning, so no one was really ready for anything. it’s wasn’t a problem until james spoke up, “y/n, you look like shit, not gonna lie.” lars laughed, looking up from the box kirk had. “yeah? what about you?” you retorted. “i mean, he’s not wrong.” lars butted in, his attention no longer on kirk and the box at all. “hey, fuck off and mind your business.” james voice was a little higher, defensive even. “it’s not that serious, but whatever.” lars rolled his eyes.

☆ bro is somehow always in your house. you can change your lock & shit but you always find him asleep on your couch in the morning.

you came out of your room to find james, asleep on your couch. you sighed, annoyed. you had told this fucker to stop breaking into your house when he need’s to crash. you smacked him in the forehead. “mm..ow! what..?” james stretched and covered his face from any more of your hits. “how the hell did you get in here?” you asked, sitting on the couch by his feet. “the window. where else would i get in?” he shrugged, sitting up. “the door, maybe?!” you suggested. “i can’t! you took the fucking key!”

☆ if one of you goes out & gets food you always get something for the other.

you had got to metallica’s apartment after work. james and lars had been practicing while kirk and cliff were all spread out on the couch, probably blazed. james stopped playing as you walked in, fishing something from his pocket. he handed you a half eaten mcdonald’s sandwich. you took it with disgust etched all over your face. “hey, it’s the thought that counts, dickhead. eat it.” james rolled his eyes when he looked up and saw your face. you eventually ate the nasty sandwich, that was once pocketed, so james would stop bitching.

☆ you help (not really) each other with hangovers.

you were rudely woken up by james. he had thrown your door open, flicked on the lights and set food down on your bedside table, “morning, sunshine!” he yelled sarcastically. “stop..go away..” you covered your face with the pillow, attempting to block out the light.

☆ you guys will literally rip each other apart with insults but in such a casual situation.

“move over, dickhead.” you said, shoving james out of the way. “okay, calm down, you asshole.” “blonde bitch.” “whore.” “man-whore.” “sensitive anne.” “cunt.” “you’re the closest to a cunt!” “whatever, that’s why you complain all the time!” “okay, you’re ugly as hell.” “you look like a wet rat coming out of the sewer!” “fuck you!” “fuck you!” as you guys yelled at each other, kirk and lars exchanged glances before looking at cliff, eliciting a shrug from him.

☆ you’re his wingman because he’s awkward.

you and the guys had gone to a party, which meant you and james were stuck side by side. you attempted to have conversations with him, but he seemed distracted. “what are you looking at?” you asked as you attempted to find what he was staring at. he shrugged, but you eventually figured out it was this pretty girl at the bar. “you have a crush?” you teased. “oh, shut up. don’t say ‘crush’, we’re not in the 7th grade.” he huffed softly. “fine. you should go talk to her though.” “me? dude, be serious.” “i am—you’re literally james hetfield. go talk to her.” you urged him on. “no no no no no!” he clung onto your arm, staying in his spot. “well, how will she know you think she’s cute?” “can you go talk to her?” “james, you’re 22.” “y/n, please?” “fine, fine.” you huffed, replacing your expression with a smile and walking over to her.

☆ he expects you to remember important dates.

james walked out of his room, “hey, is it sound check today, y/n?” he ran his fingers through his messy hair. you shrugged. “how do you not know?” he asked, sounding annoyed already. “why would i know? it’s not my band.” you pointed out. “i told you to remember!”

☆ the way he styles his hair & shit is ultimately up to you lmao. no matter what other advice anyone tries to give him, it only matters what you say.

“what about this?” james asked you, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with his leather jacket. “oh my god, i told you it looks good!” lars yelled from the other room. james ignored him, still looking at you for your opinion. “um..it’s good, but change the shirt. pick a lighter shirt.” you said, offering your advice. “no! you’re not changing the shirt—let’s go!” lars complained. “how can i trust you? y/n said to change it.” james argued back.

☆ mandatory movie nights. don’t you dare try to cancel.

“what do you wanna watch tonight?” james asked, plopping down on a kitchen seat as you made breakfast. “um…actually something came up tonight.” you said, trying to gently break it to him. “who died?” he asked. “nobody. what do you mean?” you turned to look at him with a confused look. “well, if no one’s dying or dead, i hope you don’t think you’re getting out of movie night then.” james shrugged. “dude, i’m serious. i’m having a girls night.” you explained to him. “oh, please! do it tomorrow! i wanna watch children of the corn!” he complained, basically telling more than asking. “james..” you attempted to reason with him. “y/n…come on….pretend we’re two girls or something watching a movie during girls night.” you bursted into laughter. james threw his arms up, “what?! i’m trying to help you get past this oh-so-terrible night you’ll have with me since you, apparently, can’t watch movies with me anymore!”

☆ you’re stuck helping him with guitar riffs.

“can you help me?” he asked, playing a couple of notes to a riff he was working on. “sure.” you walked over and played some string while the guitar was still in his lap, attempting to help. “yeah, but that doesn’t sound right.” he groaned, annoyed. “okay, i’m sorry. you asked me to help, so i tried.” you backed up, giving him space. “no, no, i still need help. get back here.” so, you attempted to help him again. short story later, he complained the whole time you tried to help him and ultimately finished it by himself.

☆ if you don’t play the guitar—or know much about riffs in general—this one connects to helping him with riff even if you don’t know what that shit means.

“how does this sound?” he asked, playing a guitar riff. “james, i told you already.” you sighed. “what’s your problem today? just help me!” “i don’t know what this shit means, you idiot!” you yelled. you both glared at each other for a second before james pointed to the door. “no help? no hang out. go.” he pointed his finger to the door. “good! can’t stand you anyway!” you rolled your eyes, leaving the room.

☆ he’s not a very feeling type of person so when he get’s really drunk & you take him home—he’ll tell you how appreciative he is of you & how you’re a really good best friend.

“alright, come on..” you whispered, one of james arms wrapped around your shoulders for support. “y/n..?” james slightly trailed off as you walked him to his room in the dimly lit apartment. “yeah?” james swallowed before mumbling, “i know…i tell you i hate you a lot, but i don’t..” you had to refrain from laughing, leading him to his bed, “it’s alright, i know, okay?” you attempted to console him in his drunken state. “no..’m serious. you..do a lot for me..” you let out a small laugh, covering him up with a blanket. “and you’re my best friend…love you so much..” although, you found the situation funny, it was also sweet. “i know, i love you so much too. get to sleep.” he muttered something incoherently as you shut the lights off and gently shut his door.

☆ he tells you to quit being sensitive or to stop acting like a girl all the time.

as you walked out of your bathroom in the morning, james was wide awake. you assumed he had just got back from a party—but whatever it was, you jumped. “jesus! quit doing that shit!” you breathed, after it had caught in your throat. “what shit?” his expression was confused but also slightly amused. “scaring me!” you sat on the couch. “oh, quit being a girl, y/n.” james rolled his eyes. “being a girl?” “yeah.” he simply answered. “right…isn’t that why your hair is longer than mine?” you mumbled. “what?” “nothing.”

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- 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 💿🎸🎥👽🎱🎧🥁🎫

a/n: thanks to @dyersseve for requesting! i’m sorry if this kinda sucked. :(

#james hetfield #metallica #thrash metal #metal #headcannons #fem reader

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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And then there's THIS asshole. Okay. Sure. I have emotional bandwidth for this. Why not.

I've been suspecting it since my first case in Kanai Ward but I guess I'm built different. *insufferably smug*

...I forgot how stupid his chin-dick is. XD Who put that on your face, man?

Oh wow, fuck this guy with an iron pole. Can we hang up on his stupid face? We have way better things to do with our time, like talk about how much we miss Yakou or open that bomb-present Makoto gave me.

That sounds like a you problem, to be honest. You said you're withholding intel 'cause it's better if we figure out what the vague bullshit you're on about means for ourselves. That's a crock.

If you want me to care about the Great Global Mystery then you need to start selling me on what those words you're using mean. Otherwise, you can solve it yourself.

Halara's over here saying the same thing I am but much more civilly. I suppose there are more diplomatic methods of information gathering than flipping double-deuces at your boss but honestly I've had a lot of upper-class privileged dipshits in my business today and I'm rapidly running out of fucks to give.

See, now we know and can do something with this information. These people are probably related to the corpses allegedly being trafficked into the Restricted Area. Y'know. For homunculus research.

By chance, did that happen to begin three years ago? No reason in particular, just curious.

Allegedly it's super-toxic because of a gas leak from a mine but, as stated before, "There's this one place where nobody ever ever ever goes" sounds like the perfect place to stash a big secret. It's the most obvious candidate for the secret secret lab.

SPILL. Forget what I said about wanting to go home and mourn. I am hungry for this intel.

BINGO. That's gotta be our homunculus lab.

This has come up many times over the various cases. The Peacekeepers remove bodies from crime scenes quickly for this reason, but it's never been discussed what happens to the bodies. Does Kanai Ward do burials? Cremation? Dump 'em in the river? Cannibalism?

That last one's mostly a joke but. Like. KANAI WARD SIGNATURE MEAT BUNS. I type it like that because something feels weird about the whole town's obsession for this one food product, which various food vendors keep mentioning.

In any case, what becomes of the dead once their body is taken away by Peacekeepers is unclear.

But now we know. We've been told even Peacekeepers don't set foot in the Restricted Area. But that doesn't mean that nobody goes there.

SON OF A BITCH. Peacekeepers don't go to the Restricted Area because that's Makoto's turf.

This is it. This is our homunculus lab. It has to be. That's why Makoto took us to the secret classified lab in a Restricted Area. He gave us the run-around for the sake of his power play against Yomi.

You've got intel too, huh? Lay it on me, Viv.

Oh shit. There is? Even Kurumi hasn't mentioned that, so it must be major.

Then again, Kurumi though the Restricted Area was a completely unassuming location and the last place you'd ever expect something shady to be concealed at. So it's possible this is just her poor judgment cropping up again.

That's. Horrifying, the more you think about it. Like. We're already neck-deep in corporate conspiracies, eldritch secrets, shady organizations, and homunculus research. And guess what, it turns out the town has a full-on fucking

in effect. That's. Great.

Fucking hell. This rabbit hole goes deeper and deeper.

Number One's getting on his shit. "Never give up, never surrender, I will guide us to glory, we are the ultimate detectives, we will--"

...

Oh.

Shit. Oh shit. Things are heating up now. I was expecting Number One to eventually join us, but. I guess. He's been killed in a bombing?

Fuck. We don't know that this is related to the Kanai Ward investigation but c'mon. But then. That would mean....

Makoto? He's consolidated his power and taken out his only rival. He doesn't need us anymore. Now that he is the unambiguous God-King of Kanai Ward, he could be making moves to--

MOTHERFUCKER. It wasn't a bomb but I was in the ballpark. Makoto's eliminated his business rival, and now he's eliminating his foreign threat.

I don't know why he'd bother taking us alive, though. But I'm sure we'll find out.

Traditionally, chapters 5 and 6 are where shit gets real. It feels like we've entered endgame.

Didn't do so hot with this one. Made a few mistakes. And. Well. Sephiroth Vader's attacks weren't easy to dodge.

This chapter was intense. Chapter 2 hit me a lot harder; The fact that Yakou was already dying when we killed him numbed a lot of the grief. It's hard for me to mourn him when he went out on his own terms, doing what he wanted.

Even though Yomi manipulated him, that remains true. Yakou wasn't under duress. He had weeks to weigh his options and think about it. He made his choice. I respect him for it. In a way, this feels less like Yakou being taken from us and more like shaking Yakou's hand and bidding him a fond farewell.

The mystery itself was fun to try and figure out. It was hard, complicated, and the true answer (Kung Lao hat) was a lot of fun. I enjoyed cracking the Most Locked-est Room Ever more than I enjoyed cracking the four standard Locked Rooms in Chapter 1.

This was great. Chapter 2's my fave but chapter 4's a close second. Now we're moving into chapter 5, and I'm excited to see what fresh hell Makoto has waiting for us.

I know I said "We'll fuck up Yomi today and if he sucks then we'll fuck up Makoto tomorrow" but I wasn't expecting Makoto to take that literally.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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hopeymchope · 3 months

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"Monarch: Legacy of Monsters" might've had a lot less kaiju action than the previous attempt to translate Godzilla into a TV series, but it more than made up for that in quality storytelling!

My sundry observations, gripes, praises and questions:

They really went out of their way to honor the Japanese roots of the source material, didn't they? We're in Japan for a ton of the show, dealing with Japanese and/or Japanese-descended characters for the majority of it, and have a surprising amount of Japanese dialogue throughout — it's nice.

I know Wyatt Russell is a Nepo Baby, but he's honestly still very good at what he does. I don't think the series has any bad acting... but the two Russells (because Kurt Russell is, ofc, amazing), Mari Yamamota (Keiko Miura) and Joe Tippett (Tim) are still the absolute highlights for most of the run, IMO. The Russells and Yamamota do the emotional heavy lifting with aplomb, whereas Tippett is so naturalistic and likable that it's hard not to find him engaging.

Cate starts off the series being such an asshole who doesn't show any empathy for people going through the EXACT SAME SHIT that she is, but I think the later reveal of her trauma on "G-Day" somewhat explains her attitude problem. She then manages to pivot to being much more likable JUUUUST in time for the episode where we get the flashbacks revealing she was a shitty person even BEFORE G-Day. LOL.

May ALSO swings between being likable and being a total ass, and while that sounds like a complaint, I actually sort of appreciate it. We're seeing the main female characters get the kind of nuance and depth to them that they aren't often afforde in mass-market media, and that's cool.

On the flip side, there's Kentaro. The fact that both Cate and May get to act both likable and dickishreally me expect the same thing for Kentaro. They're the trio of young people who make up the titular "Legacy," right? (Well, I guess that's mostly meant to refer to Cate/Kentaro.) So... I was shocked when Kentaro's chance to be a total prick never came around. He's pretty likable and understandable throughout! Even when he's being SUPER harsh on Hiroshi, I still understand it in light of what Hiroshi's done to their families. I feel like maybe Kentaro got something of a short shrift on this front. He gets adequate backstory, mind you, but he also never gets either A) as much focus time as May and Cate, nor B) a chance to come off like kind of a dick like May and Cate sometimes do? It's a little tempting to say that making him the more "pure" of the trio comes off as sexist, but... the way that he gradually is shoved into the background of the story's focus and doesn't even get to go on the big final adventure makes it pretty clear that this ISN'T because the producers favor Kentaro. More like the opposite....

In fact, take particular note of how nobody really gives him credit for how he was the ENTIRE REASON THEY SURVIVED Episode 4. They diss him and don't believe him, and when he's ultimately proven right in a way that saves all their asses? May gives the credit for her survival to Cate for some inexplicable reason. (Except for ONE later moment when neither Kentaro or Cate can know or hear her admit Kentaro saved them.) WTF. I found that frustrating.

That episode was the start of Cate and May becoming incredibly tight-knight with one another, and I'm still not clear on how/why that happened. Is it just because they both vascillate between being chlidish assholes and likable adults?? By the halfway point of the show, I was really getting strong shippy vibes off them. Which would be super cute and sweet if it wasn't also, y'know... kinda shitty. Because May used to be with her brother? Who clearly still had feelings for her when the series starts, just a few days prior? MMM.... not cool, May. To be fair, however, not always caring about their own hurtful/sketchy behavior is actually pretty in-character for them both, so maybe it works. And I suppose you gotta take that happiness where you can get it in this crazy, now-kaiju-laden world.

The character who shows up at the end of Episode 9 completely shocked me. They got me there. And in light of that twist — that character who disappears near the end of the finale? Perhaps this goes without saying, but there's no way we've seen the last of them. ZERO chance... unless the person portraying them doesn't renew their contract for season 2 or something. :P

This is, of course, a "Monsterverse" series. But the logic of how the Hollow Earth works in this show doesn't seem to REMOTELY align with how it was portrayed in Godzilla vs Kong, does it? Not even KIND OF. I wonder if Godzilla x Kong will get that disconnect to retroactively make sense.

At least one returning actor from the Monsterverse films shows up to provide a link... for one scene.

And speaking of the Monsterverse, that's hardly the only Continuity Sketchiness going on here! Serizawa only gets name-dropped ONCE in this series despite the fact that he's still presumably the HEAD DUDE IN CHARGE over there. They keep calling Verdugo the Deputy Director because Serizawa is the director, right?? Though Verdugo sure does make unilateral decisions about the whole-ass organizations multiple times in this show.

All of my prior point is especially goofy when the idea of HELPING Godzilla is treated as this shocking, bizarre concept ..... despite the fact that it's Serizawa's entire fucking philosophy since BEFORE this takes place???

Okay, let's shift back to positives: Takehiro Hira doesn't get as much screen time as many cast members, but his performances over the last two episodes are friggin' emotionally devastating. Fantastic.

The lack of more Toho monsters in the Monsterverse has been something of a downer for me personally, but they still do pull out some really cool original designs. That Frost Vark is pretty badass.

#godzilla #monsterverse #monarch #monarch: legacy of monsters #kaiju

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mlobsters · 3 months

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supernatural s14e3 the scar (w. robert berens)

all right, here's hoping i can get through this today. tail end (knock on wood) of a bad migraine but i can listen to things with headphones now and not feel horrendous so maybe?

lol just stab him with the archangel blade somewhere non-lethal, see what happens, there's an angel test for ya. still bothered that they apparently have no desire to truly confirm michael isn't playacting dean? whatever

DEAN It’s just every time I think about it, you know. It's like a nightmare. I mean I can’t eat, I can’t sleep - it’s always just there watching me. SAM Dean, it’s just a beard. I’ve been a little busy lately.

absolutely have seen gifs of this whole bit a bunch of times. why is sam's beard watching you while you sleep, the perennial question (has enough time even passed for them to try to sleep? :p)

DEAN So, I’m good. I’m just really, really, happy to be... home.

i watched until this scene when i started this episode a couple days ago and noped out. their home being taken over by all these people continues to give me the heebiejeebies. granted their home is massive and more like a work space than a home, so it's more like it's getting used like it was designed, but they've been so isolated forever basically this is just a lot. (also i'm a jealous asshole in some ways and i'm like oh dean's gotta share sam with all these people now? lol 😬)

why's bro always getting weird scar things on his person? the hand print, the mark, whatever the fresh hell this thing is

is it the spear of destiny lance of michael whatever business. doesn't seem nearly wide enough to account for his scar. wonder if this is another episode by that different editor (john fitzpatrick on imdb), reminiscent of those visions of jody dying in 13x09. ding ding ding, it is indeed the same editor. funny. last episode he did was 13x21

speaking of, hey jody! even though i just referenced the episode with her in it i forgot about the whole kaia / dark kaia thing -_-

JODY No, no. I have video surveillance going down at the fair, Claire practically sat shiva down there. There’s been nothing.

shiva reference #3 (7x10 and 8x16)

cas conveniently has to stay back to fix rando hexed girl, so dean and sam can have some arguments on the way to jody. after dean upset jack too of course by refusing to let him go with. which i think was the right call but, you know. do it less dickishly.

SAM C’mon man, this isn’t a joke! Something huge happened and you won’t really even talk about it. Look, this whole Michael thing: we need to deal with it. DEAN I’m going at 80 to deal with it. How can I be running from something when I’m RACING toward it?! SAM I know, kinda your thing. DEAN Ok. SAM I’m just saying. You said you let Michael in, then bang, you’re back in a blink. But for me, you were gone: for weeks. I didn’t know if you were alive. I just need you to talk to me. Slow down so I can catch up. DEAN Call Jody, let her know we’re almost there.

way to talk about your feelings, sam! way to be a jerk, dean. both being able to open up at the same place and time has never been their strong suit. honestly don't have the wherewithal to even ponder why dean's being like this

LOL very cute. like the little "see dean, people do like the beard!" from sam. also cute little exchange where dean rolls his eyes about sam knowing a serial killer fact and sam makes the wtf bro face

very special episode where jack realizes he can Be Useful in other ways than a rock 'em sock 'em hunter? helping with the hexed girl

DEAN We’ll make better time if we split up. SAM No, Dean we’ll be safer if we stick together. JODY If I get a vote, I’m in team stick together. DEAN Fine.

man i do not enjoy dick!dean :p he gets like this sometimes and i wanna smack him. use your words, asshole, instead of taking whatever out on everyone else

no one was expecting dark kaia! oh, how i do not care. sorry, girl.

LORA Is that your Dad? JACK One of them, yes.

can i say again i really appreciate how they make it textual that sam, dean and cas are all jack's fathers. it's just nice. doesn't have to mean anything outside of their relationship to him, regardless of their relationships with each other. as it should be

JACK Do you have parents? Or someone we can call? LORA My mom, but she probably hates me. JACK Why? LORA Because I left, I ran away. I hated school, I hated our crappy one star fleet town and I hated her rules. I was sick of being treated like a kid. I thought I could make it on my own but then I met her.

lol this show can be so literal when it wants to make a parallel to a victim of the week and a recurring character's situation. literally laughed out loud when she started "because i left"

i'm sure the giant necklace gifted by the evil witch is unrelated. i keep looking at her (false) lashes. they're pretty but a little unexpected in the locked up by a witch situation

SAM Or it could have been Michael. C’mon, three vamps in Sioux Falls and not a single civilian death. That’s not an accident. I think they were hunting her. DEAN Why? SAM I think because Michael sent them to finish what he started.

trying to remember what michael had to do with kaia and drawing a huge blank, clearly retained almost nothing of her storyline. imagine how bad i'd be at keeping track if i didn't write these posts.

back when i was watching game of thrones (as it aired so i'd get a week to process between episodes) i would always read recaps/reviews after the episode because they were so densely packed and i knew i missed stuff, but i dunno, i just don't want other people's takes muddling up my feelings about this show in particular. more personal investment or something in it (it's also a *lot* more straight forward, it's just got the overloaded plot/characters syndrome past the first handful of seasons)

did not manage to watch this in one sitting so we're day 2 but i think (knock on wood again), demon migraine was smushed into 2 days instead of 3 and is gone

'squatchin

way dean is acting reminds me of a little how he was acting, and how i expected him to be acting, directly after purgatory. bro is pissed and gonna make it everyone's problem

losing my mind, just take the necklace off the girl -_- as she writhes around with this giant bauble flopping around where she's actively mummifying

JODY They have a right to know but I can’t. I promised Claire human cases are mine, but anything "monstery" I’d loop her in: this. God. Claire’s been doing so good. I mean anything connected to Kaia, she’s a powder keg. First loves strikes quick, and then to lose it like that.

couldn't remember if that was a thing that we knew about or not lol seriously, brain.

JODY Well, you two are having a time of it. SAM Yeah, he’s working something out and he’s working it out alone. The only thing I know is he’s not ready for this case. JODY Maybe. Maybe he needs it.

maybe he needs it but also him haring off (practically) alone with not enough information rarely ends well. nonetheless, glad jody's here to support them. my favorite family dynamic on the show, and the one that i don't feel like i need the text convincing me of. it's just there

DEAN That pig sticker she’s hiding, it is the only thing that we know that hurts Michael. I’m gonna do whatever it takes.

literally just raised my hand. um hello, what about the archangel blade?? do we not have one anymore?

JACK Lora’s life force: it’s in here. CAS Jack, are you sure? JACK No... (he smashes the pendant and green smoke twirls its way in to Lora’s pendant and she comes to life.)

this is so goofy :p

SAM Wait a second: you’re a dreamwalker, too? Your powers, they connected you. DARK KAIA Our whole lives, what she saw, I saw. I know where it comes from your anger, your impatience: itvs fear. You’re scared and you’re weak. DEAN Alright, shut up! DARK KAIA Michael hurt you. He hurt me too.

i mean, everyone is doing a good job acting-wise but this is just. ridiculous. so is dean mad because he's feeling guilty about what michael did while using his body against his will? that probably should have been incredibly obvious, i'm just so not connecting with this story 🥴

SAM So Michael wants the spear because he knows it can hurt him? And that’s why his monsters are coming after you?

okie dokie

jody sure gets pretty serious injuries a lot? how about pop back to the bunker so cas can just fix it :p like the... broken leg? was it? hmm, guess it wasn't healed magically there either

from 11x12 JODY Oh, it had to be the leg. I'm gonna need bionics.

DEAN Jody. JODY Dean Winchester, you have nothing to apologize for. DEAN How is the arm? SAM You sure you don’t want a ride to the hospital or… JODY I’ve driven with a broken arm before. I’m more worried what I’m gonna tell Alex when I get there. And then once I get home… SAM Claire. JODY I’m dreading those consequences. She’s got to know, she’s got to know that Kaia’s killer is still out there. SAM You alright? JODY It’s just seeing her face again. Raising three hunters and fearing every day that I might lose one of them. I didn’t even really get a chance to know Kaia before she died - just feel like I already lost before I even ever began.

again, well acted but this is a stretch emotionally, for me

CAS Well, Jules is off. She’s taking Lora back home to her mother. Jack, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know that you have been going through a lot lately:. We’ve all been going through a lot but it’s no excuse. I just haven’t been there for you: not the way I should of. JACK Cas, it’s okay. CAS Well, what you did today made me so proud. You know, learning to hold your own in a fight without your powers. That takes time and training, but today you proved that you have the mind of a hunter and the heart of a hunter. I was thinking, erm, I’ll talk to Sam and Dean, but maybe-- maybe we could go on a hunting trip -- I mean if you want to?

good sentiment but oh so cheesy -_-

JACK (coughing) Yes (coughing again) Sorry. CAS You ok? JACK I’m fine: I’m human now. Must be getting my first cold. CAS Well, I’ll make you some soup then.

LOL not ominous at all. i'm sure it's fine. not a plot relevant illness, just a garden variety cold!

DEAN I put us all in danger today, stupid danger. SAM Dean. DEAN You were right. I just didn’t want to look at it, what Michael used me for. I just wanted to race ahead. You know, skip to the end of the story the part where I get the weapon and I take out the bad guy. The part where I kill Michael. SAM Yeah, I know. DEAN You know I said yes to him because I thought: it was stupid. I was stupid. SAM Dean, you did what you had to do.

just following directive number one, keep sammy safe

DEAN And it wasn’t a blink. I got possessed: I made it sound like that but it wasn’t. I don’t remember most of what Michael did with me because I was under water. Drowning. And that I remember. I felt every second of it - clawing, fighting for air. I thought I could make it out but I couldn’t: I wasn’t strong enough. And now he’s gone: he’s out there putting an army of monsters together. He’s hurting people. That’s all on me, man. I said yes. It’s my fault.

i know i've talked about the moral calculus of it all, the number of people they saved vs the number they've gotten killed by their decisions, specifically to save each other (insert enraged noises that my blog is nigh on unsearchable so who the fuck knows when i actually talked about it). sam more directly gets a lot of credits i think from preventing the (first) apocalypse by jumping into the cage, puts them all in the black possibly indefinitely :p but how many people died because dean killed death to save sam and sam needed to save dean by removing the mark and letting out the darkness. from dean stopping sam from dying to finish the trials and closing the gates of hell.

not even sure what i'm arguing here. get over it, bucko? you've done worse? lol i don't know. round and round we go. we've been down this road too many times and i'm tired. yeah, he said yes. he thought he could make deal with michael that he'd uphold, and he didn't. and we're always gonna swim around in dean's neverending crushing guilt

jack's got the (magical??) consumption apparently

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x03 #robert berens #john fitzpatrick #spnwhinge

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titleknown · 2 years

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I will say, having come across this essay by a person being disturbed by the amount of stagnation in book Twitter’s reading takes, and while it makes some good points, there’s one thing I think it ignores...

MOST PEOPLE RESPONDING TO THE PERCEIVED STAGNATION OF READING TASTES ARE FUCKING ASSHOLES WHO ARE ACTIVELY MAKING SHIT WORSE!

Like, a lot of my defensiveness over my own tastes is traumagenic, I will freely admit to this! But the essay’s solution to this is as follows:

and maybe that harshness isn’t the right approach to persuade people who i’d hope would be persuaded, but i don’t know, honestly i think we’re long overdue to start being harsh about it and i’m going to give that a little nudge. at this point, my visceral reaction to seeing this is just thinking “grow up”, and that they’ve been indulged and welcomed and catered to enough already now.

Do you think it’s going to fucking help to encourage me to diversify my interests by replicating my trauma in a public space trying to make it unsafe for my interests via shame? NO, NO IT DOESN’T!

It activates that fucking trauma response and makes me double the fuck down! Especially as an autistic person for whom “grow up” was basically used as a phrase to shit on me for my disability and my tastes, a thing I don’t think I’m alone on, but I digress.

And the linked essay (which, don’t be a dick to them, if you are you’re missing the whole fucking point of this rant) is the nice version of that. I’ve seen stuff saying that shit on this site that’s a whole lot uglier and a whole lot more dogwhistle-y ableist.

But, like, I’m a person who likes finding new and different shit. I can recommend you a fair few obscure and weird works, feel free to send me some asks on that if you’ve got a subject of interest!

But, imagine how much that fucks up people who don’t have that sense of exploration?! Imagine how much it makes them want to do less exploration, because the second-worst way to get people interested in something is to treat it as a chore and force them to do at threat of public shame!

The first worst way is to shit on people’s current tastes and interests in the interests of getting them to look at something else, which is what they also fucking do. Constantly. Because the same people who say that shit are so often the people who say “bring back bullying”

And on that note, the people who say that are shit as educators! They spend more fucking time bitching about the lack of interest in the classics than; say; actually getting people interested in them! Which like, I get that not every gripe and vent has to have a purpose of direct action, but when I keep fucking seeing a hole like that in your discourse, I gotta question your goal.

And don’t fucking get me started on how these assholes also keep fucking bitching about the “fandomization” of the classics they keep begging people to read, because it’s not fucking enough they read the classics, they have to read them correctly.

Or, if I can be even meaner, the only endgame I see to this cultural push in terms of where current action on the part of the people saying it leads is basically the whole “bring back bullying” shit via making shared spaces unsafe for “wrong” interests, which is viewed as somehow going to magically diversify people’s interests.

Which like, buddy, making people shit on fanfic again like it’s 2005 isn’t going to make Ao3 any less of a shithole and it isn’t going to break up Disney/Warner/Viacom. It will lead to a bunch of autistic kids getting bullied

Like, I think there’s some points to be made about the need to expand one’s tastes, and in fairness, at least that essay I linked tries to address some of the points I made, which are broadly directed at posts in the same Genre I keep seeing.

But the point stands, STOP BEING FUCKING ASSHOLES, YOU’RE MAKING THE PROBLEMS YOU CLAIM TO CARE ABOUT WORSE!

YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SOLVE THE FAILURES OF THE US EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM BY BULLYING AUTISTIC KIDS ON TUMBLR AND/OR THE WRETCHED BIRD SITE! YOU’RE JUST GOING TO MAKE THEM MORE OBNOXIOUS AND DEFENSIVE!

#literature #writing #fiction #tastes #interests #rant #old man yells at cloud #shut up titleknown

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intervoids · 3 months

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honestly, i really am pretty confident that prehistoric humans would be, like, a pretty sick hang. probably start smacking rocks, just kinda lay around, service each other orally, eat something

im definitely gonna fuck around and break the timeline while i teach them about how to make jam, and that requires jars, so glass, idk, i dont know what life would be like there beyond contact fucking and sucking

i could be their doctor, dont eat grass, okay, im gonna go worship that guys cock, once i get back everyone gets trepanned, im the doctor i think i know what im doing

i wish i could trust one of them to do me, so im training an assistant, they noted that some of our food beetles burn the skin, which is, honestly more impressive than anything i ever did, so im gonna give him more responsibility and worship his cock more, but if he tries to start putting mud on yall or removing blood, im gonna have to double check

gotta get my dick whet while i worship this monster

thank god all those people we paid fucking taxes to study diseases did their fucking job in 2024 and didnt just fucking beat their dick all day trying to crack "deadly viruses" like fucking why dont you care about the future of medicine? selfish, self-obsessed, and fucking short sighted is what im gonna forever associate with every doctor not working on this

go fucking scream at your gp that he's not bettering society and he should focus on smelly, bursting with aroma and allure, the only real goal we have after the moon landing and 9/11, get us into that cavepussy

and i need the job done right, its not just the pussy, its her. i wanna get to know her, i bet she gets madly animalistic on some cock, sure, but on like a good steak? i bet she eats it beautifully and with violence in her mandibles. I bet if i tried to tease her as a joke, shed beat me down to show that she is stronger than me, because she doesnt know that i was teasing her because i was like trying to be bottom

hot though, nobody gets my jokes and its kind of been taking a toll on my mental health

i figured it out, they love when i act really weak and afraid, they think its hilarious because im so soft and apparently just giving everyone head is, well they have some old fashioned ideas about power dynamics, i kinda love being everyone's bitch but also these women, theyll just go from cock to cock dragging goo like a snail, everyone in one night. jesus

i really miss having an ice cold water in the summer, tea is on a different landmass and is largely, well it would be kind of a chore to harvest

lots of tubers, around here, kinda trying to slowly steer the seasoning choice towards finding some

honestly, the genitalia are kind of amazing tasting, like i always knew it would be when i lived in the future with ice and cayenne and pepper and american cheese, kinda the same honestly....

#cavepussy: is science holding back progress?

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xkillerbunnyx · 7 months

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weird vent / train of thought / life update

~ feel free to skip ~

(TW: mentions of abuse, manipulation, and yes this is a vague post but no i don't care)

i'm at such an interesting cross roads right now.

on one hand, after spending WAY too many years dealing with WAY too many abusive assholes that seem to really wanna cram me into the "helpless little girl" box and take advantage of me that way, i'm just ready to throw my hands up and mute/delete/block my way back into the comfort of my own little void where i can enjoy my peace the way i've done for pretty much my entire life

on the other, after years of really productive therapy, taking meds when needed, cultivating the healthiest collections of friends and loved ones i've ever had in my life to the point where i rarely go a day without seeing or talking to someone i love with my whole chest, i feel like i have the confidence to comfortably push back against this particular bullshit

realistically, i probably won't cuz it's genuinely not worth my time and i'm not the one whose a pathetic and manipulative quack that's trying to push a narative. BUT!! it is very fun to think about being a little gremlin about it >:3c

this most recent abuser takes themself so seriously it's actually become laughable to me. like not even laughing-through-the-pain laughable like it's just genuinely funny how much they wanna monologue like they're the villain in a JRPG. i'm not surprised sinse they have a track record of loving really toxic, horrible, abusive and manipulative characters in any form of media they consume

if i gave enough of a shit to actually tollerate being around them i think it would be hilarious to hear them spout their self protective "i was just trying to help! i care about them!" nonsense and just chime in from the peanut gallery laughing at them and asking them to pass the copium

i distinctly promised myself that i would take this entire year to be with myself more than anyone else. ESPECIALLY after this dick waffle spent two and a half years glued to my hip and promising the world as they almost literally took everything from me. and sure enough, they always gotta start up some shit around this time of year. but to still spend almost ten months away from them has done wonders for my well being

i think i'm honestly just happy to be past most of the regret and resentment so now i can just objectively say this person is horrible and then proceed to laugh at the utter nonsense they've been trying to tell people about me

i used to have such awful anxiety about what people had heard about me or how they knew me. i never trusted the "i've head so much about you!" line because i never knew what to expect and couldn't fathom anyone saying ANYTHING about me to begin with. but now that i have a very rich social life with a wide variety of friends and friend groups that fear has almost vanished. and i don't have any qualms about just talking about things people may have heard about me if they're willing to talk to me about it

but anywho~

TL;DR : LIFE IS TOO SHORT!! I AM A HAPPY AND HEALTHY LITTLE BUN!! (and may or may not invoke absolute chaos >:3c we'll see)

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lozmastermm · 8 months

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Honestly finding friends is hard as shit, dating is even harder, the reason ya see so many people pissy about people are the same people who complain about dating.

Everyone.

We're not allowed diversity in our daily lives, there's not much to talk about, just what to do that helps someone.

If you want friends, help them. If you want a partner, well, understand that's there's a social pressure to find someone, but not to build bridges.

How are people expected to find each other? There's not enough time in the day and my doctor just straight dissapeared, again, missing their own damn scheduled date, again. With no word, again.

But in order to even find someone you need to build bridges. Make dating profiles, talk to people in online lobbies, make an effort to small talk with someone.

Don't build the bridge and be pissed people aren't crossing it, that's beyond loner territory it's just flaunting your lonliness angrily.

Just like fishing, cast the line, and wait on it.

Anyways this was supposed to be a joke about how dating being so toxically discussed is due to the same reasons you get mad playing a game on the hardest difficulty, and leaving angry comments about them online.

People gotta vent. But people gotta care. You're lonely because your reasons for and to are selfish in ways you haven't discovered. Be more self-aware, but not negatively critical to your every actions. Merely do for others you wish were done for you and don't do it to them if they don't want it. As simple as that.

Honestly man I'm spiraling and shit's going sideways, like I'm straight having a bad time.

The meaning of life is other life, we build off the foundations of others in order for other's to create their own foundations upon it, and thus, into continuum.

Bro remember when I created stuff? I used to be so passionate but I simply don't enjoy living. It's not necessarily that I'm depressed or "want an escape" it's more of a "I'm done now and want to go home." I'm bored. It's boring. Or enraging, but that lost it's zest back into boring. Even being depressed is too boring. I'm not losing my mind or anything, to be sure, I'm more too in control of my mind. The bees don't stop buzzing and the concentration is all in my mind. Dreams are my reality anymore. Like, they have more feeling physically and mentally. They're mostly nightmares but I enjoy living for short moments within them.

Remember to wash your balls and ass too, you know how hentai and pornos always say the dick is salty or the balls are salty? That's shit. That's fart that traveled to the balls. That's a shart on your part. It's genuinely fucking disgusting. Wash. Your. Ass. And. Balls. Use a damn rag, I don't care, just do it. Stop being gay and calling it gay fuggo.

In my teens I took shrooms that forever destroyed my brain, no doctor knows what it is and constantly prescribe me shit off-counter/med or whatever, basically randomly throwing shit at the wall and telling me "duh law says I need to know you better than my family before i can prescribe you literally medicine a competant doctor knows you need." And then doesn't show up next appointment. I trained my brain to basically block out the world when needed. I can spiral into deep angry thoughts sometimes but for the most part all the genuinely terrible shit that's happening literally everywhere has also lost it's zest. Again, it's not a sadness, it's just a boredom. It's a numb, fucking boring, boredom. Don't get me started on having to visit the doctor multiple times in this work enviroment/economy hellscape shithole with no path to recovery.

Hey ya'll. Scott here.

Throughout my research all I've found is DP/DR, or depersonalization/derealization. These are probably not medically recognized enough to discuss in any classroom so doctors don't give a single shit to learn more, but essentially imagine if your memory was cut down to a paper thin size. It still...records, but it exits immedietely. It doesn't entertain the mind enough to be remembered. You'll forget entire conversations but continue talking like you have literally any clue what was said. All your memories go from audio and visual, to a vague feeling. Like entering a room and forgetting what you were going to do, while you're doing it. It just...goes away, without you even noticing. When I mention this to doctor's it's like they've never in their entire life heard of a ""philosophy?"" And can only manage to understand what a broken arm is, but not much more, they simply prescribe someone to do it for them, then someone else, etc etc. These are Mental Health Professionals that act like Highschoolers. All. Of. Them. Miss their own scheduled appointments, or prescribe absolutely anything they legally can, but the literal, one thing, that would work. Or they tell you to stop smoking or drinking, that'll fix it! Like lady you have a fucking degree, be an adult. For fucks sake. Be. An. Adult. Read a book, talk to someone in utterly tragic circumstances, get a feeling of what empathy means, and most importantly, do your fucking job.

And don't forget to take care of your teeth. You Will Regret Not. I cannot stress it enough, your personal image goes absolutely out the window with 0 recovery in this shithole country.

Uh, go away. Just relate posting/venting things into some comprehension for someone. No actually fuck off. Like, go. I don't do shit but have opinions because I literally can do barely anything else. You have a better brain than me. Use it. Seriously. Use it now and literally never fuck with mushrooms, maybe lsd, but never ever shrooms. If you had a good time, cut, it, off. It. Will. Fuck. Your. Brain. Up. Eventually. I'm as pro-drug, legalize it all, don't criminalize as anyone, but I will never tell people to try shrooms, it's worse than heroin, you at least have time to reconsider, shrooms will rot your brain directly in from of you as you live. I wish that night upon no one, except most politicians and all rich people. Why are you here? Do you want a hug? I want my life back. Let's meet in the middle, of train tracks, with a train, a silly train, but a train none-the-less.

(Don't worry death sounds fundamentally existentially more terrifying, having experienced my own brain being eaten with me conscious for every milisecond of those 13 hours, if I die, it's gonna be because I wasn't paying attention. I'll end up on reddit if I'm lucky, and hey, if so, enjoy my YT videos, not whatever loser is covering the story. I'll be dead and living in dread, ironically, as that is my hell, so don't. Thx.)

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harmcityherald · 1 year

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you know, that's the first time I wrote that out about brandy. I should be worried how it makes me look maybe. I don't know. its the fucking truth and that's one thing the whole 10 billion of you get from me on whatever page I word vomit on. I don't care who I vomit on. I don't care if I offend you with the truth. Quite different than offending you with a lie. Or a pop up puppet of something I want you to think I am. I don't like lies. that comes from my transgender experience. (clutch your pearls) If you know what the "talk" is, then you know.

Yes, dear readers I had "the talk" more than once. I made rules for myself. those rules still live inside me just like ranny still lives inside me. So yea I got this big thing about lies and facades and manufacturing false impressions. I broke the heart of a man from Australia who I was quite head over heels for. I have never forgotten it.

In second life there was eddie. he bought the best penis in sl, according to him. they all loved eddie. I was the dj. but he took a shine to me, naturally. eddie was from sweden. he was a good guy. violently hetero though. to him I was the brunette dj with all the tattoos. the librarian no less. so he asks me, middle of a set mind you, if I want to come back to his place and try out his new washing machine. if you sit on it you have an orgasm. my partner in crime, danana, was like you GOTTA go!!! omg its eddie. im like but...but....the talk.

fuck the talk dont tell him shit lol.

I just cant do that, I will find a way. he deserves the truth. this was post wash so that pain was fresh.

so my show ends and now all the girls see me leaving with eddie lol. my dms are blowing up but I go. honestly I want to see this washing machine. so we make small talk and he gets frisky and I let him to a point and then he sits me on this washing machine. its just like a pose ball. it animates your avatar having an orgasm and thats when I chose my time.

"Eddddiiiieeed IIii hhhaaavvve sooooomethiiing tooooo tellll yooooooou." because im like a sext drama machine right? "Iiiiimmmm a maaaaan." now in sl we owned our land. i owned my library grounds and I have the power to kick anyone from the server. that bitch blew me off that washer and strait out his place and I fucking land right in the middle of the party place like digital karma that cant exist. danana says you told him didn't you. Im like yea but that was funny as shit. eddie stayed friends and I didn't ride him too hard. later after I had left sl I learned that eddie died. I was very sad about that. my point? I wouldn't even lie to sl fonzie with the "best dick in sl" in a chat room with cartoons because thats what it was and thats what the metaverse will devolve into. trust me. I been there. what was special about sl were the people who accepted me. danana and wash and delphi and eif and amari and kasey. who I was extremely honored to meet in DC at a library convention where she entered my digital library on to the list of accredited libraries. we were only there a year. after that 50 bucks a month for my pixel world became too much. that plus I had lost the line between fantasy and reality. maybe fantasy is the wrong word. ranny is there. she has always been there. but so is xid and greg and max. there's a secret for you too. ran-xid. sun and moon. duality you can not imagine and I pity you that you can not experience it. I was bringing ran into the real world. you got questions and maybe I will answer you someday. maybe not. I chose my grandkids. I made the most feminine decision of my life. To be the man they needed. The one I was good at being. so there's your answer. but ranny? she still talks to me. I don't remember how this post started. oh yes, brandy. and my questionable admissions to the greater public. there's a hundred other stories. hopefully I have time to tell them all so the entire world hates me lol. I love you, all 10 billion of you. even you, stalking me from fb like you gonna tell someone some juicy shit about me. go ahead everybody knows and I never lie. unless I see someone shoplifting food. then I didn't see shit, officer. so yea that's a lie I would tell.

lol most people's aversion to lies is religion. mine ain't. lol.

#wait till I tell you some real world stories lol

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miekasa · 3 years

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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sunflowershouto · 3 years

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if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagine #osamu imagine #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #osamu miya #hq x reader #hq imagines

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im-not-a-simp-i-swear · 3 years

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So, here's an idea for a hc/scenario; how would the demon bros react going to a (finnish) sauna with the mc? Even if the mc is a more intense sauna go-er i doubt the warmth would much bother them but well. For chaos points the mc brings a vihta; a bundle of birch tree sticks with leaves that one smacks themself (or others) with. It's for aromatherapy and massaging/stimulating the skin-

This one took a bit longer than usual because i dont know how to read apperantely.

SAUNA WITH THE BROTHERS

The idea was offered out of nowhere, but after some convincing you managed to get the brothers to go with you to a human realm sauna. This is how it went:

💙LUCIFER:

- you barely managed to get him to come because of "work" and "diavolo" and blah blah blah

- but seriously it took pretty much everyone to get him to come with you guys to the sauna, you mightve even convinced Diavolo to help out a bit with this workaholic dad

- enjoys the warmth and the dumb conversations that happen inside the sauna once it happens, specially since it seems to be that most of his brothers are also calm and relaxing

- when you bring in the vihta and start smacking him he ends up confused. "What are you doing MC?"

- ends up enjoying the stimulation it gices to him however. He pretty much enjoyed the experience

💛MAMMON

- didnt took much to convince him, all you have to do is sit next to him i guess

- tries to relax but i like to think he is a bit to energetic so he isnt a fan of just sitting and talking

- doesnt like the smacking either at the start but he grows to like it

- cant choose between wanting to come to see you in the bathing suit you were gonna wear or if it was for relaxation, it ends up being both

- do you remember that one episode of the anime where they go to the beach? This is his second chance at seeling pictures of lucifer, and its the second time he fails because of the steam messing up the camera lens

🧡LEVIATHAN

- convincing him might take a bit since he is a very self concious boy, it doesnt help much either the part where he can only wear a bathijg suit or a towel

- once you manage to drag him along with the boys you'll find him sitting in a corner trying to play on his DDD, only for the warmth of the room to ruin the experience.

- will end up joining in on the conversation once it starts to be about Mammon's dumb adventures

- the vihta does its job but in a very confusing way for him

- could go worse honestly

💚SATAN

- went with the purpose to relax, somehow left feeling more uncomfortable than before

- another victim of not being able to process the smacking of the vihta, ends up not working on him and if anything stresses him out

- dont ask why it just happened

- ended up falling asleep during the conversatipn because of how warm the sauna is, no one bothered hin or tried to pull a prank on him because of the same reasln he fell asleep in the first place

- made sure his towel was well put on so that nothing funny ended up happening

💖ASMODEUS

- takes of the towel the moment he enters the sauna, then he realizes that this isnt that kind of situation so he putted it back on

- went to see you in the towel/suit but also to have a nice relaxing day with his brothers

- hey its family time you know? Gotta share them beauty and relaxation tips when you can, that was how satan fell asleep in the first place

- will also sit next to you to practice these relaxing methods while pissing off Mammon in the process

- this fine individual has definetely done this before so it pretty much ends up being another day in his life

❤BEELZEBUB

- im pretty sure you cant bring food into a sauna but this man doesnt care, what are you going to do?

- Its the avatar of gluttony, he is hungry, he will sneak in food or will commit a crime for not being allowed to bring food

- listens to the conversation and drops a couple of stuff, however he doesnt speak much

- enjoys the vihta alot, he is a big boy and probably needs a massage now and then, so he wont complain at all about the spanking

- just dont be a dick and spank his face or whatever cause of course he'll get upset about it

💜BELPHIE

- is only going because everyone else is so.

- definetely falls asleep thanks to how warm the sauna is, he might even lay next to satan (no cuddling however because its still a sauna and touching people in saunas is sticky and gross)

- started participating in the conversation but then fell asleep

- idk man this boy just likes to sleep alot like dont be surprised if he ends up just sleeping the entire time

- is probably the only one who'd get splinter by laying on the wood thingies for so long

#obey mammon #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me levi x reader #obey me luci x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me beel x reader

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mymommykinkismywholepersonality · 3 years

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<Spending the night with Mammon and praising him and stuff, Mammons's like "O-of course you would wanna please the great Mammon!" And reader just agrees and keeps praising him while making a complete mess of him.

I'm depressed and horni so I needed something soft to cope :,)>

"Can't believe Beel did that, what a knuckle head." Mammon grumbled, unfolding the futon next to his bed.

"The house took some damage but I'm mostly relieved no one got hurt." you sigh falling back on Mammon's bed and inhaling deeply. To your dismay it didn't smell as strongly of him as you would've liked, frowning you realizing he must have changed the sheets.

"No one got hurt? Ha! That won't be the case if you keep me up all night with that foghorn snorin' of yours!" Even with his back facing you, you could hear the smile in his voice. Honestly he was a loud mouth and greedy (duh) but he had a heart of gold. At least for those he cared about, and you were lucky enough to become one of those special people.

"Hey golden boy, can you come here for a minute?" Sitting up you patted the spot next to you. Confused but without protest he granted your request asking you what was wrong. "I'm really grateful you let me stay with you Mammon, and giving me your bed none the less."

"Well I wouldn't make you stay with Beel after the incident, you must've been pretty scared. But don't sweat it human, you can pay me back later. Man you're so lucky that THE Great Mammon is so generous!" You felt your heart squeeze at his signature laugh. Feeling mesmerized you didn't realize you were leaning in so close until you saw his face explode with color.

"W-w-what are you doing human!" Contradicting his panicked face he didn't pull away giving you that boost of confidence needed to take action.

Without hesitating you pushed him back onto the bed before straddling him. "I know Luci chewed you out pretty good but you didn't deserve that, I wanna make it up to you and thank you. Do you want me to?" Slowly you began to grind right above his crotch.

"I-um. I- Uhh" The color slowly started to spread down his neck and to his ears while he desperately tried to think of answer.

Of course you'd seen him flustered before but this was a new level! It kinda suited him so you decided to tease. "You what? You gotta use your words if you want me to keep going baby boy." You leaned down and crossed your arms on his chest, noses now almost touching. The poor boy still seemed to be in a daze so you tugged gently at one of his strand of hair before rolling it between your fingers.

"I mean o-of course! I'm the great Mammon after all! S-so I suppose if y-ou're short on grimm I can accept this payment instead."

You moved your hand from his hair to his cheek softly caressing it. "What a merciful debtor, I'll give you my best, someone as great as you deserves that and nothing less. Let me take care of you." You pecked his lips giggling at how he tried to sit up to get more, gently stopping him.

Sliding his jacket down his arms,you made sure to kiss the top of each hand as they slipped out of it. Next you untucked his shirt and ran your hands gently under the hem before slowly sliding it up his torso. As you scrunched up the fabric you leaned down to trail kisses over his stomach, not leaving an inch without feeling the warmth of your mouth. By the time you got to his nipples he was shifting underneath you grinding his bulge into you and letting out breathy whines but you let him, moving your attention to his brown nubs.

As you spent more time on the sensitive spots his whines became more audible but he didn't complain, instead he arched his back so you could have more access. After you made sure each nipple would be sore the next day you continued sliding his shirt upwards, holding his arms over his head a bit like cuffs. Keeping his arms in that position you started leaving marks along his neck, on his collar bones, and even one on his jaw.

Grinding back down on him you moved your mouth next to his ear. "You're such a pretty boy for me Mammon, being so good. Letting me take care of you." After leaving a mark under his ear you continued your praise, "You're such a good boy, aren't you my good boy?" Finally looking at his face, you felt your core throb. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen but open letting out short pants, shining from drool, and his eyes were glossed over and wide looking at you with so much warmth and affection. "Mammon," you repeated finally getting his attention. "Aren't you my good boy?"

He quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes! Yes! 'M your good boy! Please, please, keep going! I'll be good still! Promise!" He sounded so beautiful out of breath and desperate for you to continue. Fortunately the urge to spoil him was stronger than the one to tease him.

"Relax darling, I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry your pretty little head ok? Just be patient for me." You said reassuring him, removing some hair that had begun sticking to his forehead. He nodded again, eyes still trained on your every movement.

Sliding your hands up, slipping the shirt off completely, you held his wrist and began to kiss them. You reveled in the needy moans he let out as you harshly sucked on one. Finally you kissed each of his palms, tickling the skin. "Good litte boy, making so many pretty sounds. Can you help me and get these out of the way bubs?" After you unbuttoned his jeans, Mammon quickly raised his hips trying desperately to be rid of his woven confinements. Being just as eager you decided to pull his underwear and pants down in one go, revealing his hardened cock.

"L-like what you see?" Still panting he managed a prideful tone avoiding eye contact. You couldn't help but admire your handy work; skin flushed, covered in marks and sweat, pupils dilated, dick dripping, and hands pulling the sheets off the mattress.

"Baby boy, you're so gorgeous. So pretty, so good. You really are. I'm gonna make you feel even better now, ok?" Quickly removing your clothes, except your bra, you positioned yourself over his erection. As impatient as you were he never answered so you took his chin in one hand, other gripping his shoulder. "Love, I need you to use your words."

"I-I want this! Please Y/n! I need this! N-need you!" He pleaded grabbing your wrist with both hands. Smirking into the kiss you'd pulled him into, you finally sank down onto his length. The warm contrast to the cool air making him moan loudly; with that, you entered his mouth, completely dominating the kiss. Even though you were as close as you could possibly get, Mammon still moaned for more in-between kisses. It was really hot, he wanted "more" and yet your tongues were intertwined, chests rubbing against each other, his cock inside you, these thoughts prompted you to slowly move your hips, grinding on him.

"Mammon, you're such a special boy. You're so strong, and clever." You panted out between pulling yourself up and down his cock. Halting your movements and clenching around his length you grabbed his face, forcing eye contact. Even if you hadn't been clenching around him before the way he was looking at you would have changed that. Resting your forehead on his you gazed into his teary eyes. "You're my precious boy, don't forget that ok?" The poor boy was so overwhelmed he just nodded before bringing you into another kiss. It was long but more slow and romantic, by the time you separated your hands were tangled in his white locks. Still catching your breath you began moving up and down again with his hands gripped onto your sides.

You didn't know how long it'd been, caught up in the feeling of his dick, and hands, and gaze. But before you knew it he was warning you of his oncoming orgasm. "G-gonna cum y/n! You're ma-aking me c-cum!" His tongue fell out after he managed to pull himself together enough to be coherent.

"Aw, good b-boy. Good job telling me. S-so, proud of you." After you finished your sentence Mammon let out a whiney moan, nails digging into your hips as he thrusted up into you. The sight of him coming undone brought your orgasm and as you were finishing he was still riding out his high.

After his grip had loosened on you, you pulled yourself off him. But as soon as you were off him, he was on your lap, legs and arms wrapped around you while he nestled his face into your neck. You were still in a daze so you both sat in silence listening to the other catch their breath. "Th-thank you Y/n." He whispered quietly into your neck.

Fingers finding their way to his hair you gently start to massage his scalp. "No thanks necessary Mammon, it was my pleasure. And besides, I meant everything I said, you really are so amazing. I'm glad I can be here with you." Slowly you two fell asleep, futon forgotten.

#dom reader #sub character #sub obey me #sub! obey me #obey me #sub mammon #sub boy #om! mammon #mammon x reader

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

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forthehpfanboys · 3 years

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Christmas Break

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You liked Winter Break Draco. Unfortunately, he was replaced by Usual Dick Bag Draco who becomes ruthless. At least Harry is there to make you feel better.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), jealousy sex, dirty talk, swearing, spanking, short mention of slapping and hair pulling, sir kink and degrading a tad- fluffy ending tho. I may have taken the kinks too far but ya know-

Notes: Requested by @the-offical-yn, who I must apologize too. A lot of my stories got away from me so I’m very sorry this is late- but um- enjoy getting railed by Draco guys! Yo, I made a shit plot for this. I’m so sorry if it’s baaddd.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

For years, he had this twisted mind against anyone not a pure-blood or a Slytherin. He had zero shame with cussing out Gryffindor's, spitting at Ravenclaw’s during quidditch games and tripping Hufflepuff's. But, suddenly, just before Christmas break, he changed and there was nothing blunt about it. He would help Ravenclaw first years pick up their books if they stumbled on the fake steps on the moving staircases, tutor third year Hufflepuff's in Herbology after hours and helped a few Gryffindor students fix their potions.

Draco changed faster than water turns to ice in a freezer. It was almost alarming. Even Snape seemed to be concerned, probably more than others. The greasy git kept yelling at Gryffindor's (mostly the Golden Trio [mostly Harry]) about what would happen when he found out who jinxed Malfoy. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he changed, but everyone else could. To the day, infact.

It was just a few days before October, when it started. Draco was strutting down the halls, using Crabbe and Goyle as shields from the dozens of students who walked by him. They stood at his sides, knocking students out of the way, acting like Draco owned this bubble of space as they walked, but somehow, you slipped through. You were crossing in front of him, trying to hurry to class and ended up tripping over your own feet.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to catch yourself, but instead you fumbled right into Draco, landing heavily against his side. He scoffed, shoving you off and getting ready to cuss you out when you began to apologize (even if you don’t like him) and gather your things off the floor. With your head tilted down you didn’t notice the Slytherin staring at you like you were a puppy. When you gathered your things, you scurried off, apologizing to more students as you went by.

Apparently, that day, he saw you tutoring a whole table of students, all houses included, and you were being so nice to them, so kind and your voice was soft and he heard you say “Hey, no! It’s ok! There is no such thing as a dumb question, ask away”. He had this urge in his chest to just be different, to be someone you would want to be around and be a friend, maybe even be more. It made him feel sick.

It took about a week to get your attention, then a quick growing friendship blossomed. Your relationship with Draco changed- just like he had. It changed from funny jokes, sassy remarks and late night games of exploding snaps to flirting contests, long hugs and what could be considered dates.

By December, you and Draco were dating without the official titles. Everyday, you two were growing closer and the relationship was growing more rock solid with every passing event. Soon enough, winter break was coming around and everyone was genuinely surprised when they saw the blonde Slytherin strutting through the halls during Christmas break. Usually, the pureblood went home to spend the holidays in a cabin in a warmer climate with his family.

And it was weird for everyone to see him not bragging and tripping students and spitting at kids. But for you? It was a blissful few weeks. Even the Golden Trio got a break. They were some of your closer friends, so Draco gave them a bigger break. The blonde even went as far as helping Harry during potions. It was terrifying.

Until Christmas break was passing and Draco went through another change, which was what you were going to confront him about.

"Malfoy!" You found him out in the courtyard, a teary-eyed (y/h) first year trailing behind you. The poor kid was shaking with fear and let out a sniffle. "You have some very good explaining to do!"

The blonde looked from Goyle to you, his eyes slowly dragging down your form before darting back up to your flaming eyes. His smile had dropped and was now replaced with a sharp frown. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crisscrossed over his chest.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the likes of you.” He sneered. He looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the first year, who scooted over to hide himself better. He made a scoff and turned back to Goyle, shaking his head while snorting. “Look at this- he’s tryin’ to be a hero.” As if on a cue, his little posse of Slytherins broke out into laughter, forcing your face to heat up from humiliation.

“Seriously? Are you fucking five?” You called over the idiots laughter, which morphed into pathetic ‘ooh’s. “Draco, stop being a child and a douchebag and just apologize to the first year.”

“Why should I?” Draco stepped closer to you. His eyes, stance and voice all held a challenging undertone. He moved some blonde hair out of his face, but you didn’t miss how his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Because you called him a mud-blood for bumping into you. Grow a pair, gain some manners and apologize to him.” You crossed your arms over your chest, putting on your best angry face. If Draco was pulling a prank, you were going to punch him, without hesitation. And how the hell did an asshole like this become a prefect??

“Oh, your right, I definitely should apologize when the kid bumped into me. But I think I have a better idea.” He brought a finger to his lips, tapping it in mock thought. Sarcasm and sass was radiating from him and it only served to piss you off more. “How about you fuck off and leave me alone, (L/n).” He smirked, turning to his posse and symboling them to leave with him for a dramatic exit. You took a deep breath, your hands balling at your sides.

“I’m sorry for him.” You turned around and put a hand on the kids back and gave him a soft push back toward the castle. “Go tell the head of the house, ok? I’m gonna keep talking to him.” When he nodded and began to walk out of the courtyard, you hurried in the direction Draco left in. You found him heading across the bridge, in the middle of his group, who were effectively taking up the whole span of the bridge. His laughter echoed in the hollow build, which only had your blood boiling worse.

So, you called his name again, effectively getting his attention. He turned so fast you thought his head would’ve spun all the way around like an owl. You stared into his now burning eyes, walking closer to him. You could feel the adrenaline mixing with rage in your veins. You weren’t thinking straight, but you didn’t care.

“Wanna explain why you're being an ass all of a sudden or are you just gonna insult me and strut off with your orgy party?” You glared at him, ignoring his irritated sneer. It was making your face red (or whatever hue, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) with anger.

“I don’t have to tell you a thing.” Draco was, naturally, turning defensive, even if he knew deep down how he was acting was wrong. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if he knew he was actually being an ass or not.

“Ok. I get it. You stay the fuck here with your friends and I’ll just leave you alone then. Merlin, why did I think you’d change?” Your face showed disappointment before contouring back to anger and frustration and aggression. You ran your tongue over your teeth, a frown etching across your lips. “My mistake.” You turned around, still going off pure adrenaline. You felt a hand grasp your wrist and immediately tugged it free with all of your strength. “No, I really don’t wanna hear it, fuck off.”

You didn’t look back, and you certainly didn’t hear him say anything. Of course it hurt, but you didn’t care at the moment. Your heart was thumping in your chest and all you felt was anger. He had the audacity to befriend you, say he really liked you for fucks sake, and then do a complete 180. You were grateful it was the weekend so you didn’t have to sit next to him in class.

You stomped through the snow, hurrying across the school grounds to the library (can you tell I have no idea what Hogwarts layout is?). You pushed open the doors and decided to basically hide yourself in an empty corner to try to cool down. After pulling the seat out, you sat down, slouching and resting your forehead on the table. You want to know what happened, why it happened

Was it his dad? Was it his friends? Was he jinxed or something? You let out a sigh of frustration. The idea of his dad convincing him to start treating people like trash again brought your anger back. You rolled your neck and ran your hands through it.

Pulling your wand out of your pocket, you waved it casually, summoning a book from one of the carts beside the isles. You didn't care what it was. You just wanted a distraction.

Luckily, for you, it didn't take long to get distracted. A few pages and more than a few dreadful minutes into your "reading", someone sat across from you. You looked over the rim of the book to see a smiling Gryffindor with big, round glasses slipping down his nose. He gave an awkward greeting while pushing his glasses back up.

"Hi to you too, Harry. This is a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" You smiled, shutting the book and crossing your arms over it.

"Well, I just heard about the Draco fiasco that took place a few hours ago-" had it really been hours? "-and I wanted to make sure you were OK." Harry scooted closer to the table, his cheeks a soft pink.

"I'm fine, man. You don't gotta stress about me." You stretched your arms over your head while leaning back in your chair. You were trying to give the illusion of calmness and it was sorta working.

"Oh, good! I'm- I'm glad you're ok!" He began to fiddle with his fingers, digging at the nails nervously. "Because I also wanted to ask.. Um.. If you are free? Like this weekend? To hang out?" His green eyes barely met yours and, instead, opted for staring right over your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm n-"

"He's not free, Potter. We have plans covering every minute of the weekend. Scram."

Your smile faded as Draco's voice filled the small corner. You looked up, immediately catching his stern gaze. He was leaning against the end of a bookshelf, his arms crossed and one foot crossed over the other. He was clearly chewing on his tongue, not that he'd admit it. You gave him a glare, your arms crossing over your chest.

"But, Draco. I thought I canceled our plans." Your voice was condescending and it only fueled his anger. Harry, noting the weird tension, ducked out of there quickly, swerving around Draco and speed walking to a safer, less awkward part of the library.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The blonde hissed while taking long steps over to the table. He was still staring you right in the eyes. Draco moved the chair Potter was sitting in and put his hands flat against the table. He made eye contact with him.

"Why should it matter to you? I thought I was just being a selfish hero." You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to make a move. You could feel the anger returning from earlier.

"I never said selfish. Why are you making this so complicated? I have a reputation to withhold, (Y/n)." His eyes softened a bit. He looked down at the polished wood before looking at you again. Draco tried to give you a smile, but you didn’t return it; you just tapped your fingers against the table top.

"I don't give a rats ass about your shitty reputation! You bully pre-teens and they actually fear you and you think that's a good thing? That's what you wanna leave behind when you graduate here?" Your face was turning a deep shade of (insert skin color please). He knew he fucked up, not that he’d admit it, and his soft eyes hardened again.

"Remember who's in charge in this relationship, boy." His hand snaked around the back of your neck, tugging you forward. Your nostrils flared as you released a sigh. Was he really pulling out the dominant card right now?

"I told you there was no relationship." you shoved his hand away, standing straight up and walking past him. You didn’t get far before he grabbed the hood of your robe and tugged you back. He guided you so your back collided roughly with the end of the book case he was leaning against.

“I know you can’t quit me like that, love.” The pure-blood spat out the pet name as his thumb and index finger roughly grabbed your chin and tugged your head up. “We both know I infected you like a virus- I know you're obsessed with me, sweetie.” A menacing grin spread across Draco’s pale lips when your jaw dropped open and your mouth fumbled to find words to combat him.

He moved his leg between yours, his hands moving from the scrunched fabric of your hood to your neck. He leaned in, planting a rough kiss to your lips while his other hand untucked your shirt. He pushed his hand under the shirt, rubbing the skin of your hip while he deepened the kiss. He managed to push his tongue past your lips and ran along yours.

Draco angled his leg to brush against your crotch causing you to jolt in the kiss. He pulled back, his tongue licking your teeth while pulling back.

“Told you.” He purred out. The hand on your neck gives you a squeeze around the neck while his icy eyes go from your lips to your eyes. He could read you like a book. You hated it. “Don’t be a slut, darling. Let’s head to my room, yeah?” He didn’t move until you nodded your head slowly. “Good boy. Come on.”

The walk to the common room was long, but the hand around the back of your neck was sturdy. It didn't take long for him to have you pressed against the wall of his prefect bedroom, chest first, your pants basically vanished from your legs and his hand wrapped around your hard dick.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t ya, baby boy, hmm?” Draco’s voice boomed in your ear as his fingers interlocked into your skelp. You couldn’t help but sob. The hand on your dick was going faster, but refused to slide over the swollen head. Your nails scraped down the wall pressed against your front and Draco pressed your cheek harder against the brick. “Been such a bad boy- using that dirty mouth to talk so poorly about me and to flirt with my anime. If you wanted a three-some you should’ve asked Zabini. But Potter? You know that’s a firm no, baby.”

He was tsking before biting down on the side of your neck, the grip he had around your cock only tightened to the point of painful. Tears of humiliation and pain gathered in your eyeline, threatening to boil over. Your legs subconsciously spread when he began to grind into the bulge of your ass, his hard dick prominent into your crack. He licked a strip up from the bite to your ear.

“You know very well what happens to slutty bad boys who flirt with sir’s enemy, right, baby?” He was growling in your ear again, his hand coming to a tight hold at your base. He let out a mocking laugh when your legs clamped shut and your hips tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Draco!” You squeaked out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. It made Draco happy to hear your pathetic pleas, but his joy was melting away due to you still squirming in his grasp. He shook his head, tsking again. He tugged your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to bow against his body. He gave you a firm slap against the cheek before cupping your cheeks together and forcing your lips to pout, his hand still in your hair.

“You know that’s not my name right now, kitten. Use the right one.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Your voice was weak compared to Draco’s, the obvious authority he had over you made you shiver. Abruptly, he pushed you against the wall, letting go of your hair and he was backing away from you.

“Not yet your not, kitten. Finish stripping then get your arse over here.” Draco spoke, sitting down on the bed, patting the top of his thighs. He smirked when you did what he said, tossing your shirt off into the corner and approaching him slowly. He reached out to grab your arm and tug you over his lap.

He used one hand to push your face into the mattress while the other ran over your right cheek. He loved watching your hips try to duck and avoid the cold silver of his rings. He let out a mocking laugh, his hands grabbing into your bum, nails digging into the skin to leave marks that had your back arching.

"Aw, baby. Is it too cold for you?" He laughed louder, feeling you nod against his left hand tangled in your hair. "Aw, poor baby. Wait until you feel them bruise your skin. Now, do you remember what you say?"

"Yes, sir." your voice sounded strained--like you were mentally preparing yourself for the bite of the rings, the puncture of his smacks. You were, in all honesty. He never held back during punishments.

"See? It isn't so hard to be a good boy after all, is it?" he patted your head before brushing your hair back. "Remember the safe system, darling? Good. Color?"

"Green, sir." your legs were clenching together and wiggling, but a swat to the back of the sensitive skin of your thighs made you stop. "I'm sorry sir."

"Good.. Now, how many does a horny little whore like you deserve, hmm? Ten? Fifteen?"

You knew what he was looking for.

"T-Twenty." You swallowed. The anticipation and degrading was making your head cloudy.

"Twenty? Well, you must've been really naughty, huh?" His hand ran to your lower back, caressing the skin before dragging his nails back down, leaving a trail of red marks down your skin.

You nodded your head quickly, biting your lip to conceal a moan. You could feel the pre-cum going down your hard dick, which was pressing into Draco's thigh.

"No response? Maybe we should add another ten then, since you wanna be so bad."

"I-I'm sorry, sir! Twenty is what I deserve." You said quickly, trying to turn back and give him the huge innocent eyes he always went weak for.

"No. Thirty seems far more fitting." He chose now to start the punishment with a raised hand and a harsh slap over the perfect curve of your ass. He watched the skin bounce and groaned, gripping the flesh again.

"One! Thank you sir." You squeaked out, back arching at the familiar sting of the hit. The cold silver of his rings colliding with your skin caused your toes to curl.

"Atta boy." he purred out, repeating the action on the other side.

“Two, thank you sir!”

By the tenth spank, tears were falling freely down your cheeks. By the fifteenth, your voice was breaking with each shout. By the twentieth, you were trying to crawl away. By the twenty-fifth, you were kicking your legs like a brat. Somehow you managed to count to thirty without losing track.

"You did so good, baby. Even if you were being a brat." Draco chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His other hand rubbed your cheeks, trying to sooth the deep red (or whatever tint shows up with your skin, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) marks on your skin.

You let out another sniffle, propping yourself up on an elbow and wiping the tears off your cheeks. His hand ran up your sweat thighs, his palms rubbing the already sore skin of your ass once he got to it.

“Color?”

“Green, sir.” You turned your head to look at him. Your legs shifted, creating a shattering hyper awareness of how hard and how wet your cock was against his thigh. You caught his dirty smirk before he flipped you over. Suddenly, it was stoic and he was tugging your lower half back onto his lap. This time, Draco was sitting back on his calves, and he was steadily putting your legs around his waist.

“Good. Now,” he paused to lick his lips, “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, got it?” His hands moved down your thighs before moving up to your pelvic bone. While you were responding with a polite, but breathless ‘yessir’, his hand was lazily wrapping around your cock.

He was still fully dressed, and the smooth fabric of his uniform pants rubbed against the sore spots on your ass. Your hips moved upward, trying to get more of his moving hand and less of the fabric against your bottom. You let out a breathy moan while his thumb idly swiped across the swollen head of your dick.

“That’s it.” He mumbled to himself over the sound of his zipper dropping. He mumbled a preparing, lubrication and cleaning spell, his hand still working you slowly. The blonde stuck his tongue out in concentration while pushing his own cock into your lubed ass. Draco let out a hum, his teeth clamping down onto his tongue. “Fuck yes. Such a good boy- my good little slut.” He let go of your dick and clamped his hands onto your waist and used the leverage to pull you down onto his cock.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the cry as he stuffed his cock into you. You felt the wind knocked out of you. You gripped the sheets, whining pathetically. The head of his dick nudged against your sweet spot while he sat there, waiting patiently for you to adjust. It had been a bit of time since the last time you guys had fun sexy time. Your dick was literally throbbing, occasionally twitching, at the idea of him literally fucking you stupid. Your eyes were staring at the top of his four post bed, lost in your own thoughts when he began to move.

He tested the waters with the quick thrust, which yanked a moan from you. When you finally looked at him, you realized he was watching you intently, a menacing grin spread across his face.

“How’s your arse?” Draco asked, his voice condescending and cocky as he gave another thrust. His hand snaked around to your sore ass cheeks and gave one a tough squeeze, his nails digging in.

A cry left your lips, this time pain filled instead of pleasure. You planted your feet flat on the bed and tried to wiggle away from his grasp, which only made it worse.

“Sore, you dick!” You reached around, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull his hand away. “Ow! Let go, Draco!” You dug your nails into his wrist, trying to show him a small level of the pain he was causing but he just laughed, mocking your voice.

“Owie, it hurts! Take it, babe. You can do it.” He let go, his hands coming to hold your hips again before moving you at a punishingly rough pace. His muscular thighs rubbed against your ass, not that he cared. The pain was somehow starting to make the pleasure stronger. Soon it was filling your veins and fogging your brain.

Draco relished every moan, every gasp, every little sound you made. He listened to you whine out his name and it only fueled him more. He watched the sweat bead across your forehead and felt proud of himself.

“Atta boy. Gonna cum soon? Gonna cum completely untouched, like a whore? Hmm?” He purred out, leaning down to leave hickies across your neck and scratches down your chest. Your back arched pathetically off the bed while a woeful affirmative left your lips- but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it.” He snarled, his voice too close to your ear to be that loud.

“G’nna cum, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him closer. He shifted so he could rail you into the mattress and fulfill his promise.

“Please what? How can I help you if I don’t know what you want? What do you need, kitten?”

It was like he used the imperius curse on you. You bent to fit his mold and he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum, please.” You whimpered, your toes curling in the air. Your ankles locked behind his waist and dug into him, effectively pulling him closer. His palm glided up your chest again and he gave you a smile.

“Course you can, love. Whenever you're good to go.” Draco didn’t ease up his hips, but his voice was softer and after a few thrusts hitting your prostate and a brush of his stomach against your weeping cock had you cumming. Your head tossed back and you didn’t bother to muffle the cry of his name.

It didn’t take much to follow you for Draco, it never did. He always thought one of the most beautiful expressions you could make was while you were cumming on his bed. That, and when he gave you candy and you smiled at him. He kissed every bruise he left on your skin before landing on your lips and laid next to you.

He pulled a sheet over the two of you- the room had gotten hot but he knew both of you were too tired to get cleaned and shower. He pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple.

“You did so good, baby. I love you.” He rested his chin against the top of your head, completely delving you in his shirt covered chest. He rubbed a hand down your back. Your boyfriend didn’t care about sweat.

“I love you too, Draco.” Your voice was rough and raspy. You planted a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled deeper into him somehow. “I miss you. The nice you- not the mean Slytherin you. He can suck my dick.”

“I know, I know. I’ll work on it. I promise.” Draco spoke between laughs. He hesitated, his mind bouncing between two questions he wanted to ask at once. “Do you want me to get you a bottle of water and we go take a bubble bath?” His voice was soft, but a massive grin spread across his lips when you nodded.

“Can we take a nap first?” You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and gave him that smile he loved.

“Of course, dove.”

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