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angelicstrawberries · 1 year

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NSFW? Well I have a request!

Could you do Kyle Broflovski finding out he has feeling for Y/N (who has the same bland no bs personality as Douchebag from Sot) But the poor boy just turns into a closet perv, he knows what he does is wrong and tries to hide it from everyone but it just gets worse.

YES YES YES I LOVE THIS TY

Warnings:smut, nsfw, pervy kosher boy

Kyles POV

I never really took myself for a pervert like Cartman or Kenny, but thats when I saw her. Y/N Y/L/N, she was perfect. In every way she caught my eye from her soft hair to her personality, she didnt take anyones shit. She won every fight (granted a lot of them were with fatass but that just made her hotter) I always felt bad for having those thoughts about her, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was the one for me. I memorized her class schedule, down to every minute just so i could pass her in the halls even if I was supposed to be going the opposite direction. She sat with us at lunch thanks to Cartman, weirdly enough she met him first probably because she made friends with butters, her neighbor and he introduced to two of them those lucky assholes get to live by Y/N while I have to walk all the way down the street to find her, I bike by her house daily, occasionally catching glimpses of her changing, when that happens i speed home with a boner in my pants. I love everything about her. Shes just so.. perfect how I would love to pin her against my bed, slamming into her.

Today I decided to try and get rid of my feelings, I was going to partner with Y/N for our class project. Once I did that I would have combined my main focus in life with her, not saying she wasnt on my mind every second of every day, one time i stole her panties, that was a low day. No way to get a boner if your doing hard math problems right? Wrong.

Y/Ns POV

I always knew kyle had a crush on me, because I had a crush on him. I memorized his class schedule and noticed how he would go the opposite direction of where he was supposed to go in the halls, he would sit across from me at lunch to ogle my tits, and bike by my house every day, I made sure to be changing during those times to watch him see me, quickly u-turn and race back home with a tent in his pants. I never really thought of myself to be that attractive but it sure was a confidence boost. I really wanted him to ask me out but it seemed he couldnt manage to get a word out without getting a boner, that is until he partnered up with me for a math project. “So my place or yours?” I questioned Kyle “my brother would annoy us so is your house cool?” He asked with a shade of pink over his cheeks “That works, my parents are gonna be out of the house” you said packing up your stuff to leave, “see you after school”.

Lunch

You walked over to your table hearing the familiar sound of Kyle having a fight with Cartman, “SHUT UP YOU SNEAKY JEW” Stan explained that Cartman called Kyles mom a bitch and Kyle said his mom was a whore. Once you split up the two of them having to slap Cartman just to stop him from throwing a tantrum you finally started eating, “so Kahl, how is it having a pervy crush on Y/N” Kyle turned to Cartman and punched him square in the face and once again you had to split the two of them up. Luckily no teacher saw and you all avoided detention, but you couldnt help but think about Kyle for the rest of the day.

At Home

Your doorbell ringed, you went to open the door and found Kyle standing there, sweaty and red shifting around uncomfortably, “come on in Kyle” you said “welcome to my humble abode” you giggled with arms spread as if your house was a castle.

Kyles POV

I stood there at her door, a nervous mess I ringed the doorbell when she opened the door my jaw almost dropped, she was wearing tighter clothes than what she wears at school, what was once a baggy t-shirt was a tight shirt excentuating her curves. “Come on in Kyle” she said “welcome to m y humble abode” she giggled twirling around with arms spread, you followed her upstairs watching her hips sway as she climbed the stairs holy fuck I want to take her against the wall right now.

I decided it was no time to be flustered. I was going to test the waters.

I placed one of my hands on her thigh as carefully as possible, I looked for her reaction, her face immediately turned red and her breath caught in her throat, cute. “Hey y/n” I turned towards her “y-yeah?” She was so flustered it was adorable “about what cartman said…” she stopped shakily working, “yeah?” “He was right” she faced me “finally” she said leaning in and kissing me.

IDK what POV this is

Kyles hand gripped yours, squeezing a bit. God his hand is so big you thought he slowly inched his hand towards the hem of your leggings, tugging them down while you fumbled with his zipper, “are you sure?” Kyle breathed out in a low groan “yes Im sure kyle” you said finally getting she zipper down “wait I want to do something first’’ Kyle said laying you back on your bed pulling off your leggings and shirt, his fingers danced to the hem of your panties slowly taking them off and revealing your core, you tried to close your legs, insecure about what he thought about you but he held them open “so fucking pretty” he said leaving little hickeys on your inner thighs, making his way to your labia, he spread them and saw your hole, it was beginning to clench around nothing at all, showing him jujst how desperate you were for him, he began licking circles around your clit before dragging his tongue down to your rim, licking around it before plunging his tongue into you, eating you out like a starved man. Your hands reached to his hair, pulling him away from your pussy, “please Kyle I need you” he needed to hear no more and slide off his boxers, your jaw almost hit the ground, this man was big.

Kyle got a smug smirk on his face, rubbing the tip of his cock on your hole, gathering up the wetness before easing himself into you with a low groan, your walls clenched around him, hugging him so perfectly he couldve sworn he was in heaven, he began pumping in and out of you, and putting a finger down to rub your clit, soon enough you orgasmed around him, he kept going through your orgasm, before finally emptying himself into you, pulling out and laying back on your bed.

You guys start dating <3

I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH

#kenny mccormick smut #southpark smut #southpark x reader #southpark #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski smut

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aihaitahm · 11 months

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Hellooo!!! This idea has been stuck in my mind for the past week. But what would be your headcannons for maybe the Honkai star rail characters: (Kafka, Gepard, Jing Yuan and maybe Welt) dating the reader who’s an Aeon! Or Is a godlike being like the aeons!

hsr characters with aeon! gn! reader

a/n: im really busy !!! sorry also i didnt make reader a “specific” aeon aka theyre “aeon of ___” for ur imagination!

characters: kafka, jing yuan, gepard, welt

kafka

the type to always brag about you. literally praises you and would not shut up about her aeon significant other and everyone gets annoyed. dont get me wrong, you are more than your godhood/aeon-hood. she loves you for who you are and thinks she is very lucky to have you. could name every good quality about you.

can be a bit possessive when she sees someone flirts with you. would literally cling on you and kiss you on your cheek. she chuckles at your flustered expression because shes always so clingy yet you never fail to blush and get shy. how can someone as powerful as you be putty in her hands? though she does get a bit playful and flustered when you scold her jokingly while using your authoritative voice. (she finds it so hot)

thw type to be your number 1 defender. would literally outsmart every debate everytime it was something bad about you. she loves you a lot and if some comments or rumors bother you, she would take care of it just for you and would treat you to make you feel better.

her pet names would be mostly “dear, babe, love” or if shes trying to catch your attention something like “my pookie wookie god/goddess~” literally anything super cliche and something to tease you.

gepard

would be a bit clueless about your identity when you introduce yourself to him for the first time. or if he did know you, he would be shock to why an aeon, an attractive one is talking to him. he is just a mere captain afterall. would be the most respectful when speaking to you even though you said its okay to be casual.

in a relationship, talking and cuddling with him makes him so shy and red. please dont tease him… he will explode. though seriously speaking, he likes the aura or energy you give. he feels at peace and would always wanna be in your touch.

asks about your aeon-hood a lot due to his curiosity. loves listening to you talk about it and he loves your voice. he would to talk about yoh to serval a lot and his big sister just smiles and would occasionally fake cry/sniffle knowing her brother is growing up.

he may get a bit insecure sometimes when he thinks about the fact you are a very respectable aeon while he is just a human captain. you reassure him that you love him for being gepard and him being captain of the silvermane guards is already enough responsibility.

jing yuan

is very curious about your nature. during his first encounter with you, he immediately felt magnified by your appearance and presence. he talks to you in a very respectable, calm manner but inside he is freaking out. would play it cool because he is a confident general.

fast forward! he has a bad habit of staring at you fof too long. heart eyes everytime. he loves everything about you and the fact you are an aeon makes him even more in love. loves it when you nap with him and it makes him feel more connected to you.

would spoil you with gifts, with affections, with everything… he claims he is just making his offering to his favorite aeon (you). loves mediumish pda with you and always holds your hand, if not your waist.

if jing yuan loves you, so does mimi and yanqing. you all become family to his eyes and he loves how absolutely down-to-earth you are, how you treat everyone equally regardless of status. you all would find time during the week and eat together and talk about anything.

welt

at first, he knows who you are and is quite nonchalant to you. he is the type to question your intentions with him since you were being friendly towards him. he tries to not think about you but he finds it really hard not to. doesnt know what to draw? maybe he should draw you. how though? what. why is he thinking of you?

when he gets into a relationship with you, he would paint you a museum of you and occassionally drawings of you both. he is more softer with you and quite affectionate but he still has to get used to physical affection sometimes.

enjoys deep talks with you. he is truly impressed and admires with all the knowledge and wisdom you hold. loves going into deep subjects and you challenging him his views sometimes. may talk to you about the stuff he read on facebook (hes an old grandpa after all LOL) and asks what you think about it.

dislikes getting teased by the astral express crew but he appreciates the support from everyone. would sometimes ask them what to give you whenever its a special occassion but always ends up making a portrait or drawing of you.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #gepard honkai #gepard x reader #hsr kafka #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail welt #welt x reader #hsr welt

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strangleetomz · 4 months

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brother’s antics

couldnt think of a better title. deal with it.

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy

and heres me PULLING A FIC OUT OF MY ASS!🗣️

apologies the clip this is based off of murdered my entire bloodline. im not okay /pos

i dont know rhe word count . i didnt put this into google docs i just know its long

“Well, I want to keep going, so..” Wilbur’s lips curled into a small smile as he spoke, trying to distract Tommy so he didn’t end stream.

“Oh really?” Tommy turned to face Wilbur, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, wait. Well I forgot it was all about you!”

“It is!” Wilbur smiled more now. Tommy laughed at this and turned away from Wilbur. “Shut up.”

A smirk on Wilbur’s face immediately appeared at this, and he brought both of his hands to Tommy’s side. He poked and dug his fingers on the spot, trying to shove down his smile.. and failing.

“aH- OH MY GOD!” Tommy yelled, keeping his arms protectively at his sides for a moment. “That could’ve ended me! That actually could’ve sended me into a reaction that could’ve ended me!”

Wilbur nodded and giggled quietly.

Then, he brought his hand up again and wiggled a finger against Tommy’s neck, making a little high pitched noise as he did so to tease Tommy a little.

Tommy jumped and pulled Wilbur’s hand away. “You know I don’t like when you poke me like that.”

The smirk never left Wilbur’s face, he waited until Tommy ended to do anything else.

So, when the stream ended..

“Why did you do that?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking at Wilbur with a glare full of false anger.

“Do what?” Wilbur questioned. He knew exactly what Tommy was talking about; He just wanted to hear Tommy say it.

“Wh- You know what! You literally just tickled me on stream! Infront of thousands of people!” Tommy sputtered, making hand gestures towards the computer screen.

“Oh, I did do that, didn’t I?” Wilbur bit back a giggle. “I thought that was pretty funny.”

“I didn’t!” Tommy argued.

“Really? ‘Cause I saw you smiling.” Wilbur smirked, propping his elbow up on the armrest so he could rest his chin on his hand.

“You were seeing things then.” Tommy huffed and glanced to the side. “I didn’t smile.”

There was a brief silence, a silence that worried Tommy in a way he’s been worried many times before. He looked at Wilbur again, fighting back a nervous smile.

Wilbur was looking straight at him with an evil, smug little smirk that Tommy knew all too well.

He hated it.

“Are you lying to me, Tommy?”

Tommy knew this tone as well; If anything he hated it more.

The way he felt the heat rise in his face, the blush creeping onto his face as he knew there was no getting out of this. The way it made butterflies erupt in his stomach, being enough to make giggles bubble in his throat. He tried his hardest to shove them down.

“..No?” Tommy wished he sounded more confident, because that tone was getting him nowhere.

“I think you are. And do you know what liars get, Tommy?” Wilbur scooted forward so he sat on the edge of his chair.

“Nothing!” Tommy moved his chair backwards. “They get nothing!”

“Oh, they get something, Tommy. And that something, Tommy, is a visit from a very, very good friend of mine.” Wilbur stood up. “Would you like to know what his name is?”

Tommy almost immediately burst into soft, nervous giggling. He covered his mouth and shook his head no.

“Too bad.” Wilbur chuckled, taking a step towards Tommy. Tommy stood up in preparation to run.

“His name… is… the TICKLE MONSTER!” Wilbur lunged towards Tommy, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s torso and digging his fingers into his sides.

“WihiHILBUHUR NOHOHO!” Tommy screamed, twisting and squirming in the brunette’s hold in a desperate attempt at escape. Wilbur was surprised when his brother had managed to escape and bolt out the door within a few seconds.

Wilbur ran after Tommy. “Come on, Tommy! The tickle monster only wants to play with you!”

“Shuhut uhuhup!” Tommy tried his best to run faster. His giggling slowed him down, and he was inevitably, carefully, tackled onto the couch. He shrieked.

“Did you think you could run from me? Really?” Wilbur was quick to pin Tommy down. “I thought you should know by now that no matter what you do, no matter how much you run, you won’t escape from the grasp of the tickle monster~!” Wilbur teased, smirking evilly. Though he looked at Tommy for silent consent, which was given, before scribbling his fingers up and down the teen’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! DohOHON’T!” Tommy jolted, his hands latching onto Wilbur’s wrists. This didn’t stop Wilbur, no.

“Don’t what?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, hoping Tommy would fall for it.

And fall for it he did.

“Tickle me- wAIT WAIT NONONO!” Tommy was cut off by his own shrieks of half-hearted pleading as Wilbur used one hand to spider and scribble all over the blonde’s tummy, the other pinching and kneading his hip.

“If you say so, man.” Wilbur chuckled. “Oh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you? Tickletickletickle!”

“StOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!” Tommy brought up his hands and hid his face behind his hands, not caring to fight back anymore.

“Oh? Why, Toms? Am I embarrassing you?” Wilbur’s smirk turned a little more playful now. He stopped tickling Tommy for a moment and held his hands up in the shape of claws, just barely above the blonde’s stomach.

“Watch out, Toms! I’m gonna getcha!” Wilbur giggled at the silliness of the situation. Tommy giggled from the anticipation that was absolutely killing him.

“Fuck off!” Tommy shoved Wilbur’s hands away.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice. I guess I’ll just have to do this..” Wilbur spoke as if pretending to be sad, and then grabbed Tommy’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He pushed Tommy’s shirt up a little to the center of Tommy’s stomach, fighting back giggles as he saw the way the boy’s sensitive skin quivered as Tommy only thought about what was going to happen.

“Come on, mahan. Don’t doho thihihis..” Tommy tried to plead but it was futile. Wilbur had made up his mind.

And he was pretty damn quick to lean down and blow a raspberry just above Tommy’s navel.

“WihIHILBUHUHUR! NOHOT THAHAHAT!” Tommy shrieked, squirming and twisting as best as he could underneath Wilbur.

“Yes that, Tommy!” The brunette chimed, bringing his hand to vibrate his fingers on the spaces between the younger’s ribs. “The tickle monster get’s hungry, you know. And his favorite food is raspberries, so..” He trailed off before planting another raspberry, this time above Tommy’s hip.

“FUCK! StoHOHOP!” There was a hint of genuineness in Tommy’s tone, which was enough for Wilbur to stop. Immediately.

He got off of Tommy and sat him up, gently rubbing his back in small circles to help soothe him. “You okay? I didn’t go too far, right?”

Tommy shook his head, and Wilbur sighed out of relief before hugging his brother. Tommy accepted the hug and melted in Wilbur’s arms.

“You had fun though, right?” Wilbur smiled, carding his hand through Tommy’s hand. He couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped past his lips when he felt Tommy nod. “Good. I’m glad.”

Wilbur could tell Tommy was dozing off a bit, so he lightly poked him in the side to wake him back up. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we still have to go back to my house, remember?”

Tommy barely understood a word Wilbur said. Wilbur didn’t mind.

Tommy would always enjoy his brother’s antics.

And Wilbur would always enjoy Tommy’s.. no matter how stupid they were.

#please the massive lee mood i gained from this because it required me rewatching the clip over and over .#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #ler!wilbur #ler!wilbursoot #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle fic

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puhpandas · 8 months

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For the writing prompt, I really just want to know how Gregory would handle anyone that bullies Evan. I can't imagine anyone getting out of that with unharmed shins.

(Either they're best friends or adopted brothers, maybe also Dad!Glamrock Freddy and/or Bonnie to reprimand and praise Gregory for the beatdown)

Don't Mess With The Chicken

(2,312 words)

(Gregory sacrifices his spicy food to attack a bully that was bothering Evan. A food fight and feels ensue)

Evan should have known that he cant hide the way he's feeling from Gregory. He knows him to well to not notice. So when Gregory sits down next to him at their lunch table and notices Evan's demeanor, of course he comments on it.

"Just the usual." Evan replies, picking half-heartedly at his food with his fork. "You know how it is."

Gregory nods while unpacking his own lunch, already glancing across the cafeteria with pointed eyes. "Who was it this time?"

"Terrance and his friends." Evan tells him over the roar of the cafeteria, sighing miserably. "For some reason, he suddenly decided he hates me this week."

Evan doesnt need to look to know Gregorys making that face he makes when he has intention to get revenge. But when Evan does end up looking over at his friend, he finds himself being correct.

"You want me to teach him a lesson?" Gregory asks, already grinning at the idea. "He wouldn't bother you again for a long time."

Evan glances over at the table that Terrance and his goons sit at subtly. "No, I dont. I dont need him to hate me even more." He hisses.

Gregory deflates, shimmying in his seat to fully face Evan and lunch left on the table. "Oh, come on!" He tries to meet Evan's eyes. "I swear you wont have anything to do with it! He wont even know you told me."

Evan scoffs. "Why do you want to mess with him so badly? You didnt get your enrichment for the week?"

Gregory rolls his eyes. "Its nothing like that. I just hate not doing anything if I'm able. I want to help you out."

Evan tries to ignore the warmth that blooms in his stomach when Gregory says something kind, and that he really means. "What would you even do, anyway?"

Gregory smiles slyly. "I'm not telling you or you wont let me do it."

Evan groans. "Exactly!" He yells, probably too loudly. "You're gonna do something crazy, and hes gonna take that as a challenge, or something, and them he'll bother us even more--"

"What are you two talking about over here?"

Evan shuts his mouth with a dry click when Terrance is suddenly standing at the head of their table, chest puffed out and goons lined up behind him. "What, arent gonna tell me? I bet you were talking about how scared of me you are, huh?"

Evan says silent, because that's exactly what he was doing. Shame coats his stomach when he cant rebut, but his eyes widen when Gregory does it for him.

"We were talking about your mother." Gregory shouts over the noise of the cafeteria. "And how good she is in bed."

Terrance almost looks insulted, and glances behind him at his friends, suprised smiles on their faces. Terrance doesn't share the same sentiment, if the pinch in his brow is any indication. "You wanna play like that, huh?" He sneers. "Its not a good idea to get involved with us, kid."

Terrances words scare Evan, but unlike himself, Gregory stares the bully down, face carefully neutral and uninterested. "If you say so. You know, you're not that much older than me. Not old enough to be calling me kid."

Terrances frowns, as and when theres a twist in his lip, Evan feels a quick bolt of fear shoot through his stomach.

"I'm bigger, though." Terrance points out, stalking around the side of the table, their side like a predator hunting prey. "What do you say you come over here and we settle this?"

Gregory clicks his tongue, looking back towards his lunch and unwrapping his chicken and sauce. "What, arent confident you're smart enough to match me in words?"

Evan's eyes blow wide when Terrances face turns a mean shade of red. He jumps when Terrance slams a hand on their table, eyes glinting in anger. "You have a death wish or something?! I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Gregory cackles, still not looking over, just unwrapping a plastic spoon and unwrapping his sauce for his lunch. "Then come over here and do it."

Evan goes rigid, trying to catch Gregory's eyes with his own wide ones as if to ask what are you doing?! But he doesnt get the chance to when Terrance snarls like a rabid animal, and lunges at them.

But apparently Gregory was expecting this, because when Terrance reaches out, a straight shot from the head of the table to their seat, Gregory scoops up a spoonful of his sauce for his chicken, lifts it up, pulls the spoon back, and launches the sauce like a tasty projectile.

Evan gapes, his mouth shaped as a wide O, because he knows Gregory likes spicy sauce with his chicken.

Another thing Evan knows is how dead on Gregory's aim can be. How he always hits a bullseye. How he almost never misses.

It's clear Gregory hit his mark when Terrance flinches as the sauce thwaps into his eyes, and he just stands there, confused with twisted lips.

Terrance doesnt even have time to lift his hand up to inspect the projectile. It only takes seconds for it to kick in.

Evan flinches when Terrance begins to shriek, an angry, pained one, and he flails around, eyes squeezed shut as the hot looking red sauce undoubtedly set his eyes on fire.

His goons startle, looking alarmed when their leader runs around screaming and flailing, almost like a chicken with its head cut off, and Evan thinks it fits almost too well.

"You--!" Is all Terrance can manage, reaching out his arms to grab Gregory like a violent version of Marco Polo, but hes way far off. He slams into the table, pounding a fist into it as the pain undoubtedly overwhelms him. He yells in pain, before, "I'll kill you! You bastard! I'll end you!"

Gregory stands up on the table next to Evan, and he only has a moment to look over before Gregory bellows "Food fight!"

To Evan's immense suprise, Gregory's call actually works. Kids all around them begin to yell, grabbing their own food by the fistfuls and tossing it at their friends. Evan can see food soaring across tables, and he yelps when a banana peel almost hits him right in the face.

"Gregory!" He yells over the commotion. Gregory himself is cackling, packaging up his chicken for safekeeping. Evan uses his arms to protect his head from any flying food. "Duck and cover Gregory! Duck and cover!"

"Screw that!" Gregory yells, and Evan yelps when an angry yelp is heard next to him. He only has a moment to look at Terrance jumping at them before a hand grabs his wrist, and Evan is dragged away from the table, only just managing to grab his Fredbear lunchbox.

"Run!" Gregory yells, as if he didn't just grab Evan's hand with no warning and drag him into the trenches. The cafeteria is a war zone; food is flying everywhere and kids are flipping tables, using them as shields. Evan's ears hurt from all the voices yelling and laughing, and he's almost slipping on wrappers as he bolts behind Gregory.

All Evan can do is follow behind Gregory as they dash for the doors. Evan doesn't dare look behind him, lest he see Terrance or his friends chasing after them. Evan raises his other arm to protect his head from flying chip bags, and he can see an apple core nail Gregory in the side of the head.

Finally, they break through the cafeteria doors, and the rush of silence when they shut behind them is so jarring Evan almost believes someone threw their thermal water bottle at him and knocked him out.

Gregory still has that adrenaline spawned smile on his face, but despite Evan's insistence on staying out of the spotlight, staying invisible, so you dont get targeted, he has to admit that he has that rush thats undoubtedly in Gregorys chest in his chest, too.

"Never do that again." Is all Evan says when they finally catch their breaths. Gregory bursts into laughter, and in the empty halls of the school, Evan joins him.

"You're not mad that I burned the living daylights out of Terrances eyes?" Gregory giggles. "Hey, if that doesnt stop him from bothering you anymore, I dont know what will."

Evan sputters a laugh. "I wont be suprised if he has to stay home from school because of that." Then he takes a deep breath, his smile lessening to a small, content one. "...I'm not mad. Terrance attacked us and you helped us get away. And you only wanted to help me when he made me upset."

Evan only mulls it over for a moment; they've only been friends for a couple months so far, after all, but then he shoots forward, wrapping his arms tight around Gregory.

Gregory startles, but doesnt pull away. He adjusts his arms, squeezing Evan back.

Evan smiles, his cheek pressed up against Gregory's shoulder and his hair tickling his face. "I really appreciate it, you know?" He tells him, then hesitates in what he wants to say next. "Um... nobodys been willing to fight like this for me."

Evan can't help but feel scared when Gregory doesn't reply at first. Did he say something wrong? Did he go too far? Weird Gregory out? Cross a boundary? Is Gregory gonna exit the hug and then the school and never talk to him again? But Gregory just squeezes him tighter, and his voice is loud in Evan's ear.

"Of course, Evan." Gregory replies, patting Evan's back. "You deserve to be fought for, you know. Not like anything your dumb family says."

Evan laughs at that, wobbly and warm. His stomach blooms at the sincerity, and because Evan knows Gregory means it. He doesn't want Gregory to think hes weird, or weak, or a crybaby, but he hadn't been able to stop Gregory from hearing his family's comments one day over the phone.

But of course, Gregory probably took that as a challenge, or something. If Evan knows Gregory, he probably decided in that moment to spite his family by trying to make Evan believe he isnt weak, or worthless, and he doesnt need to change.

Evan huffs a chuckle, a short breathy one, when he probably hit the nail right on the head. His first thought is that Gregory is easy to read, but he dares to believe that maybe, he and Gregory are getting close enough to where Evan just knows Gregory, and Gregory just knows him.

"Maybe one day I'll work my way up the ranks to defeat your family." Gregory says against him. "If I beat enough bullies, maybe I'll be able to give Michael a piece of my mind, too. Hes obviously missing a slice of his."

Evan giggles, a grin on his face, and surprisingly, Evan doesn't feel dread at what Terrance will do next, or what his returning plan of torment will be, because running through a storm of flying lunch was pretty fun, and if hes got Gregory to help him out, who really wants to beat some sense into his idiot brother, he'll be okay.

-🐻-

"Gregory Angel Fazbear!"

Gregory groans next to Evan on the sidewalk, slumping while standing up. "Oh no..."

Gregory's Dad storms out of the front door of Gregory's house, hands on his hips and an angry expression on his face. "What have I said about attacking your peers?!"

Evan himself shrinks, because Freddy has a really intense stern voice, but Gregory doesn't seem as phased. "Dad, I was just--"

"Hear him out, Fred." Gregory's other dad steps outside as well, putting a hand on his husband's shoulder. "What happened?"

Gregory frowns at being interrupted, but continues. "It was epic. A bully was abou to attack us, but I projectile shot spicy chicken into his eyes and started a cafeteria wide food fight!"

Freddys eyes blow wide, but Bonnie just chuckles. Freddy turns to his husband in shock when he doesnt match his stern expression. "Bonnie."

Bonnie covers his mouth with his hand when the chuckles dont stop. "He was just defending himself, Fredbear. And his friend, too. Would you of rather him let himself get hurt?"

Gregory nods, crossing his arms. "Yeah, Dad. You always told me to use my surroundings to my advantage if it's to protect myself from someone will ill intentions."

Freddy just hums, deflating. "...Okay, Superstar. You win." But he points a stern finger at Gregory, saying, "But I dont want to get any more calls from the school claiming a child has hospital grade injuries coming from you, okay?"

Gregory rolls his eyes subtly, but nods. "Okay. I'll try."

"There is nothing wrong with running away, Superstar." Freddy points out.

Evan watches Gregory's face closely, because this whole conversation hes been stoic and annoyed, but Freddy just threw the words that Gregory's been preaching at him for weeks back into his own face.

Gregory looks caught off guard, but sighs, conceding. "Fine. You're right. I'll do that next time."

"Good. I am proud of you for defending your friend, Superstar. You did it for a very noble reason." He smiles warmly, and pulls his son into a hug. "I am glad you're growing up to be such a kind and considerate boy."

Evan laughs, because he imagines if his family ever had anything like that to say about him in front of a friend, he'd be embarrassed.

But right now, all he finds is that hes pretty glad, too.

Chica, Gregory's aunt, suddenly peeks through the front door. "Hey everyone! Pizzas done!"

The family begins to disperse off the porch, filing into the house with roars of anticipation, and Evan tries not to tear up when Gregory grabs his arm and drags him inside with them.

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#i cant believe i went over 3 weeks without writing flashlight duo and didnt melt into a paste #thanks for the prompt!!#pandas writes #fnaf fic #flashlight duo #oneshot #ficlet #prompts #gregory and evan #fnaf gregory #evan afton #fnaf security breach #fronnie is in it #wont tag it tho its too small of a part #gregory #evan #flashlight duo modern au #flashlight duo oneshots

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maukiki-but-cringefail · 2 months

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i swear to fucking god im not a hater but if i see another fucking badly-made thumbnail boring neurotypical straight guy with lame monotone voice talking over buncha mfb clips video of the worst metal fight beyblade takes ive ever seen with the unfunniest jokes im gonna rearrange the DNA sequence of the closest person to me to that of a Doto greenamyeri nudibranch because i swear to god just shut the fuck up.

how the fuck do you meatheads base how much you like a character over powerscaling and win ratio. would you prefer a wild bear over your own mother because the bear is stronger than her? thats how you fuckin sound like. i gotta rant this shit out because i had enough if i hear another fucking "ryūga da goat🥶🐐" "beyblade really is that serious🤣" "This show is so acoustic😵" "did you know that moses split the sea with a be-" WE FUCKING KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS AT THIS POINT. ALSO IF YOU DEADASS USE AUTISM AS AN INSULT LET ALONE USE THE WORD ACOUSTIC OR ARTISTIC FOR IT STAY 7 KILOMETERS AWAY FROM ME AND ALSO DONT WATCH METAL FIGHT BEYBLADE EVERYONE IS GAY AND AUTISTIC YOU KNOW WHY⁉️ which cishet neurotypical out there makin spinning tops fight with neon green or blue whateverthefuck hair half the cast looks like they been hiding in closet before their debut episode.

PRIME example of these bad takes is , because of powerscaling again the hate on masamune ? i thought people hated him because they thought he was annoying (like how i did when i first watched it when i was little) (FOUR YRS OLD) and like id get that as in he talks alot or whatever but people hate him because. fucking. "he has a low win ratio and claims to be the number one blader" BITCH THATS A 15 YR OLD. or like around that age somewhere you get the point. so what if the taco doritos colour palette guy a little confident in himself bitch you hate fun you hate sillyness. people also use him as like a tool to praise kenta? constantly i see takes like "kenta is like masamune if masamune didnt suck" or something as in they both try to rise to the top and get stronger but one of them doesnt talk shit like did you know you can praise a character without putting down the other one motherfucker. another one is "masamune isnt a legendary blader because he talks shit but cant actually back it up" Hey my brother in Allah lets play a little game. which one of the fucking legendary bladers talks big about himself. you have ten seconds. 10...9...8....KING. KING IS RIGHT THERE .

also saw someone say damian shouldve been a legendary blader⁉️⁉️mf that boy was on rearrangement stereoids the effects of that wouldve already worn off by the time of metal fury how does that even WORKK😭😭 he was probably off with 3 big fucking pet dogs to eat custard pudding or sumn idk .Ryūga dickriding has been a thing for for ever but right now for some reason people decided they didnt talk about that guy enough. theres so many videos on him guys there are other characters to talk about i can write a three billion word essay on damian but i dont think i can say anything about ryūga that hasnt been said at this point. also the people who claim hes alive BECAUSE hes alive in the manga is crazy like yall cant see those as two different universes? im not saying wether if i think hes alive or not this isnt about that dont miss the point. i wanted to make text posts about mfb for forever but i was embarrased for god knows why so i just posted my mfb fanart on my main but i cant take it anymore (eatina burger with no honey mustard) must speak this time im afraid

also sorry if this is hard to read im not good at ending sentences where i should punctuation jumpscare. powerscaling mfs will hear u say u like a character like for example tsubasa or sumn and immediately bring up ryūga like shut the fuck up this shit happened on twitter i dont even use twitter i opened the app for 000.1 seconds. you just jelaous ryūga will never serve like did mf also im not a ryūga hater anyways i reached the character limit fuck

#rant post #Sorry i had to . FUCK.#mfb #beyblade #beyblade metal saga #metal fight beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal fury #ryuuga #Ryūga #masamune kadoya #me if i was written by vivziepop

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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I'M SO SORRY BUT I HAVE ONE MORE

billy hargrove x FEM!reader (Neil is rotting in prison btw, I can't stand him and hope he has fun in hell)

Billy drives Max to the skatepark every Wednesday afternoon

He waits in the parking lot watching her skate, he notices a girl that max sometimes talks to

He noticed max likes the girl and she is his age..

Billy starts taking max to the skatepark more and more, and letting her stay until the girl leaves

Billy falls for the girl and eventually gets the courage to ask her out

They fall in love and max and billy fight over her

"She was mine first,"

"Back off shitbird, she like me more,"

This idea wouldn't leave my brain, sorry

ME FIRST!

Billy hargrove x Fem!reader

Desc: billy and max fight over YN. That's about it.

Warning: fighting

Notes: it's a little short. Sorry-

The music in the car was blaring. When the Hargrove siblings pulled in to the park, the current song was Queen but it was shut down rather quickly.

"Alright, max." Billy said, sitting back in his seat. "Two hours tops. Go."

Max rolled her eyes and got out of the car, dropping her skate board to the ground and rolling off.

Billy turned the other way, watching as Max rode down the bowl. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a few quick drags.

He could drive off and go flirt with girls at the mall, not like Neil was around to stop him, but it was starting to get redundant. He almost justified flirting with Steve in his little ice cream shop just to get some kind of new reaction. But, he had a reputation.

So he just sat there, listing to his music and humming along to whatever Freddie Mercury was singing about.

Time past. Billy as dozed off once or twice. He mess around with some of the cute girls (and boys) that walked by. He would check to male sure Max wasnt dead but honestly, it wasnt the most important thing.

Once when Billy looked up, he saw Max with this... absolutely stunning lady.

She had to be younger then Billy but older then Max.

Her (h/l) hair perfectly framed her face. Her clothes fit her in all the right was. If this was some kind of cartoon, Billy's eyes might be poking out of his head.

Max must have noticed Billy's staring because she was already in the car, sitting next to him.

"Are you ok? Its rude to stare."

Billy quickly looked over, semi shocked that he didnt see Max get in.

"What? Mind your business." Billy said, running back to look out the window. To his disappointment, she was gone.

"How old is your friend?" Billy fully turned on the car and shut off the music.

"16, two years older then me. Why?"

"Mind your business, Max." Billy repeated himself, pulling out of the parking lot while trying not to hit the dumb kids that thought it was ok to cross the road without looking.

"Oh, you like her?" Max nearly yelled.

"What dose it matter to you?"

"You arnt her type."

"Oh really? What's her type, then?"

"Me"

"Spoiled brats? You dont have a chance in hell with her."

The whole ride home continued on like that. The two siblings firing insults back and forth.

Week after week that same thing would happen. If Billy was lucky, Y/N would walk with Max to the car. On those days, Y/N and Billy would playfully flirt back and forth while Max stared daggers in to the back of Billy's head.

But today was the day. Billy had gained enough confidence to ask out the girl he had been pining for over the past weeks.

Max knew something was up when Billy didnt give her the normal 'only two hours' speech and instead got out of the car with Max.

"What are you doing?" Max asked, holding her board under her arm.

"None of your business." Billy huffed, looking over Max for a particularly girl.

"Max-ie." Yn turned the corner around the car. "Oh, Billy. Hi. I've never seen you put of your car."

"Oh, well today is a very special day." Billy smiled, leaning against his car.

"Oh, really? Whys that?" Max asked, voice laced with venom. Almost like a warning, but what was she going to do?

"Today is that day I'm going to ask YN out."

Billy glanced away from Max over to YN, who was giggling and covering her face.

"Oh really?" Yn asked. "Where were you planning on taking her?"

"A nice dinner somewhere? Maybe bring to to the pool after closing. Whatever she wants."

"I think she would enjoy a movie or dinner at enzos." Yn hummed, tapping her chin.

"I'll call her later tonight to ask about it."

"Sounds like a plan."

Billy looked back over to where Max once was but she had ran off, probably to pitty herself for having no rizz.

"Well, I wont hold you." Billy smiled back at YN and slipped in to his car.

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After about a two and a half hours, max slid in to the seat next to Billy. She slammed the door with a loud thud.

"Hey, watch it! Dont hurt her." Billy hissed, staring up the car.

"Dont get any bight ideas with YN, Billy! I liked her first."

"Oh come on, she likes me better, shitbird."

"She dose not! She Pittys you!"

And they fought, all the way back home.

#stranger things s3 #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #stranger things billy #billy x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy harringrove #billy hargove #billy hargove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader

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supergigabigboybabechad · 7 months

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idk if i interpret your posts right but it seems like you do matchups for twisted wonderland? May I get one?

Im female and go by she/her. Im an ENTP, my zodiac is gemini and I’m about 165cm tall. I’m pretty energetic and always smile since hard feelings like grief, anger or sadness are really overwhelming for me since I am pretty „sensitive“ meaning I take most things to heart easily. I always give advice and help to others and I try to be the best version of myself to make them feel comfortable. I make lots of bad jokes while knowing they are bad. I get lots of compliments for my Singing voice and writing. I also love love love to Infodump like i can talk for hours about something or someone I like. I love wearing pink things with ruffles or lace and I’d say I’m pretty girly over all. I try to act tough and always give everything to make others happy. Im a Great cook and a hopeless romantic. I also have a 8 step skincare routine… I see beauty and worth in everything and love to help people build confidence and self-love. My favorite artist is currently Mitski, since I really relate to her music. I have some father problems going on which make me want to be cared for, but at the same time I have mother problems since my mother was emotionally absent after my dad left, which makes me want to care for people. 🫂

Hope our have a good day or night and Drink enough!<3

Hi! Thank you for being so conscious of me and im so flattered you liked my last matchup enough to ask for one yourself but i love people telling me about themselves so your ask was a happy suprise and really made my day! I didnt expect to get that much attention but hey! If anyone else wants a matchup from me youre more than welcome to send info in! The more the better! Extra little jazz: if you want to send up info the way you would for a matchup and get hcs for a specific char youve got it! Also, if you want your info priv you can lemme know in your ask and ill tag you or you can go by an anon title(ex: leaf anon/ 🍃 anon)and ill mention ur title in the post, if you do this I wont post ur anonymous ask Like last time we have options in order from less to most compatible imo🔥

4. Jack Howl

Upon first meeting you, jack would claim to not care for you

But the thing is, deep down he doesn’t want your feelings getting hurt at nrc, the boys there can be real mean for no reason

He’s also worried about people taking advantage of your kindness

His words and actions conflict as he insists on walking with you everywhere “to be a man” or so he claims

He’d probably scold you about how you’re never putting yourself first leading to you telling him about your want to help others be their best selves

This would get him thinking, he thought you were weak for “letting people walk all over you” but really it’s just selflessness

He’s into the idea of self betterment so he gives you an enthusiastic speech about how you’re doing good work

After that day he sees you in a new light, the definitions of resilience and strength to him have taken on new meaning

He’s always looking to improve, he’d take your advice to heart and trusts you most with his emotional problems

Hes gotta open up to somebody, the tough guy act can’t be a forever thing, you’re clearly the best person for the job

Hes pretty mature so he won’t say anything mean to you even as a joke

He wont let others do that to you either, you wont have to tell him if something bothers you, hes protective so more times than not he’ll defend you

Hes still too macho to let you know just how much he cares but it slips out in his actions

When he can see your upset(Ace was probably mean to you) he’ll insist on walking you back to your dorm after in other words, telling ace to shut up

Hell softly squeeze your hand on the way back and make a comment about what happened earlier off handedly

Say ace was bein birtchy ab the way you dress, before leaving you to enter ramshackle he’d say “I think pink is nice for you” while awkwardly looking away

Jack wouldn’t know how to respond in the moment of receiving affections while you’re taking care of him but his tail will wag so you’ll know he’s enjoying it and he definitely wont protest.

Jack would care for you too in the more traditional masculine way of walking you to class and escorting you here and there

He’d show you the affection you desire but be verbally round aboit with it.

Holding out his jacket to you, he’d insist you take it, not in a very romantic way.. but still, he’s so easy to read you can tell how shy he was

3.Trey Clover

Trey would love your look!!

You would remind him of a cake

In fact, hed make a cake to match you as a suprise

Most likely as a gift for helping out ace and deuce despots what a pain they can be

He really appreciates how kind you can be and your willingness to help others

It really takes a load off his shoulders with the first years coming to you every now and then, he knows how much work they can be so a cake is the least he can do

Knowing your living situation in ramshackle and with Crowley’s LIMITED allowance hed take care of you subtly

Inviting you to join heartslabyul for tea and having you over to help with schoolwork

Hes be more forthright from time to time making you lunch and bringing you food

During tea times and unbirthday parties hed always invite you to sit next to him

He’d use that time to talk to you about how you’re doing, he notices how you’re always caring for others he needs to make sure you’re being looked after as well

During this time you might get into infodumping

He finds the way you get cute and would ask questions just to see you passionate

If you cook for him he’d love it! In fact, upon telling him that you cook he’d start inviting you over to help him out or offer to come help you out(he knows you’ve got enough in your plate) as an excuse to have some alone time together

Hes Great at comforting people so if something someone says hurts you you’ll have him to lean on

That being said he’s also an upperclassman and well respected

If he catches you hurt by what someone says he’ll wrap his arm around your waist to reassure you and ask the person what’s wrong and how he can resolve the issue

Trey gives dad jokes vibes he’d find your jokes endearing

From time to time hed I’m sure he’d even genuinely find them funny

Trey isnt used to being cared for the way you take care of him

Hes usually on the giving end but hardly ever the receiving, its special to him and he remembers each moment and is truly great full for it

Hed return the favor and care for you more, hes a good boyfriend so he’s always making sure to give what he gets

He loves when you help him take a break, the way you encourage him to take care of himself as well as remind him of how he matters reminds him of how lucky he was to have landed someone so caring

2. Rook Hunt

BEAUTÉ 100 POINTS

He finds you so cute! Your beauty is so different from Vil’s or Neige’s

You’re like a lone tulip adorned with dew in the morning shining brighter than the rest of the dull leaves

Hes Tell you that in more words and write you poems, be ready to receive many odes to your beauty

He’d love to hear you sing you have his full attention

In fact hed write poems and sonnets for you to read too

Your singing is so lovely, you must have a beautiful voice! He’d listen to you talk for HOURS just listening to your voice and taking in how beautiful you are while you speak

He loves the your stop and smell the roses attitude, he finds that it adds to your beauty

Your beautiful way of thinking adds to the depth of your beauty

Hell have fun looking within your kind spirit and discovering new beautiful things about you

He loves your ability to cook, he’d love to have you pack him something while he goes out hunting

Rook is a very passionate man and very knowledgable, you’d both end up info dumping on each other too, you’d say a lot of random stuff to each other that and neither of you would even be phased

The hopeless romantic part of you will definitely love being with rook

He’s writing you love letters, giving you flowers. His confession was likely intimate and private but also grand, a beauty for your eyes only

Rook also has a keen eye for beauty. He’d take you to see his favorite sights and sing to you of the beauty before him

He’d also take you hunting!

He understands if you’re not too keen on the actual hunting part. You can both hunt beauty with your eyes

Rook is good natured at heart though it’s hard to see with what he says

When he speaks it may come off as an insult but truly he just sees the beauty in your flaws and can’t help but comment on it

I Hope his positive tone comes through but hell definitely notice if it hurts you

“Mon amour! I meant it in the highest complements! You’re beauty but transgresses perfection and seeps into the cracks filling your beautiful form! Mais je suis désolé ma chérie.. I will refrain if it is what will make you smile most.”

Room would love to help you with your skin care routine! I know that sounds weird.. kinda because it is?

If you’d let him.. he’d wash your face for you, apply serum essence, your entire routine

He’s beaming the whole time like a giddy child but he’s also treating you delicately like he’s washing a porcelain doll.

He’s very Open to receiving affection and having you care for him. You wouldn’t have to question whether or not he appreciates it, it’s written all over him! .. and he’ll tell you how thankful he is

Room would follow you around like he worships the ground you walk on. You just keep on surprising him with the depth of your beauty, he can’t get enough!

1. Jade Leech

Princess and her capable butler vibes❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Jade would keep an eye on you out of pure curiosity at first.

You’d seldom find someone so willing to help others out of the goodness of their hearts like you would, especially at NRC

He follows you around finding your “obliviousness” entertaining. The way you cant See the danger you’re clearly putting yourself in

With all the aggressive students things can get ugly but before any of that would have happened, Jade would be stepping in to make sure things didn’t escalate (after he’s had his fill on entertainment)

You would thank him for his help and he’d inquire about your helping and positive attitude

“You do know that they’d just trying to take advantage of you right? Dont you? Why do you insist on helping them?”

After telling him about trying to bring out the best in others and only wanting to help them love themselves, Jade is even more dumbfounded

He finds it cute, from your character to your cute clothes, you truly are unique…

With Jade around people would know better than to hurt your feelings and if they were dumb enough to try to intentionally… well, you wouldn’t see it but Jade would handle it

Jade would love your singing and would love for you to sing for him on your dates

Are you an outdoorsy person? Because for dates he’d bring you out on hikes to show you all the beauty, from the scenery and landscape to the smallest dainty flowers

You wouldn’t have to worry about packing or holding your own bag Jade would hold it for you. Worried you might fall? Hell catch you don’t even worry there’s no way you’d even get a scratch when you’re with him.

While on your hike you might point out some things you like, flowers, trees anything really.

Hed make mental note of it and make a terrarium for you with what you found beautiful together

Hed decorate the outside too to make sure it was up to your standards. Pearls, lace, pink bows, it so cute!

Jade would dote on you too, not too much in gifts, you get them here and there but Jade is definitely a quality time/acts of service guy.

He’d sit down and just listen to you talk, talk about whatever! Info dumping, your day, especially your day, he wants to know where you are

You do so much for people, helping them build their self love but who’s doing that for you? Jade will.

He’d constantly tell you about how nice you look and what a nice thing you did, making sure to never overlook your achievements and congratulate you on each one.

He’d make you tea or some water to make sure you’re hydrated and something to eat while you talk to make sure you have enough energy

Then it’ll just be the two of you, talking and showing how much you love each other as well as making sure you both love yourselves

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland matchup #twst matchup #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #Jade x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #jack x reader #Trey x reader #trey clover x reader #Trey clover #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader

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philosophicalparadox · 1 year

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Let's have fun with feelings!

Originally I was going to submit this for the 12 days of Casca event, but it just didn't seem to fit most of the prompts, and its really angsty, so eh 🤷

EDIT: it's been updated with what will probably be the final version of this scene, and the official title of the fic. I finally had enough chapters compiled to come up with a fitting title. :) I've also trimmed it down via line break so it's not wall-o-text on my poor followers feed. It's a few character-thought paragraphs longer though I must say.

Anyway, have a scene/chapter from the WIP I keep changing the name of - now officially called Never Sleep Alone. I've tossed around with a title for this for a while but that one's sticking for now. Sums up the theme pretty well. :p

Slightly NSFW; nothing too overtly sexy but there's a hurt/comfort-sex vibe and implications thereof.

Pairing: Griffith x Casca - Almost. :) Underpinnings of Griffith x Guts. Griffith is Confused with a capital C.

Context: this is a Griffith-stops-Guts-from-leaving fic, and this scene happens when Casca seeks Griffith out after events on the hill, before he can get into trouble with Charlotte...or anyone else, in theory. Buuuuut.....well. That's not quite how Griffith works, unfortunately.

NOTE: Braies are the medieval equivalent of underwear.

Enjoy!

Casca knew where he was headed; she didnt have to think as her feet studiously brought her before the Noble-quarters Griffith was staying in whilst in Wyndam on behalf of the king while his own manor received it's reconstruction. It was in a high-brow neighborhood of course, a light reddish tint to the White wash on Griffith's dwelling making it distinct from the other town-homes on either side of it.

Casca moved without much thought or consideration as she went through the motions of inviting herself inside. It had been a long, confusing, emotional evening, and if she was this strung out, she knew Griffith was at least twice as bad.

The housekeep were polite and understanding, though they seemed at once quite unsettled, though she could only guess at why. One of them, a swarthy, sun kissed old woman, did remark briefly that they had heard him "moving things about" upstairs, and that when he had let himself in earlier, he seemed very pensive and hadn't said a word to anyone. Casca wasn't sure she knew what they meant by "moving things around", but she wasn't sure of a lot of things right now, except that Griffith, despite successfully disarming Guts - and nearly taking his leg in the process - had to be hurting right now. In fact, she quite confidently knew he was struggling right now. How he was dealing with it, like so many things tonight, she was not sure of; but she recognised when her instincts were trying to tell her something, and right now they were telling her to go to him, before he did something he would regret.

If there was one thing she knew about Griffith better than anyone, it was his tendency to act out or become some flavor of weird and reclusive when he felt down. Often that manifested as shutting himself in his tent for two days, barely eating a thing; sometimes it meant he would take a long walk by himself or ride away to some unknown place for a few hours. Other times she would come upon him dressed down to his braies, shivering himself into sensibility by letting the cold numb him. She tried not to disturb him too much when he was like this, unless she thought he was hurting himself too badly; and she would have let him alone tonight. But she had a feeling, deep in her gut, that he would end up doing exactly that if she didn't keep an eye on him.

"Griffith?" She called, rapping her knuckles on his bedroom door. "It's Casca. I just...wanted to see how you're doing. Make sure you're okay." She struggled with the words in her mouth as though they were chewed fat, sticky and awkward. A few moments passed, and in the time there was not a sound to be heard from the other side of the door. She went to tap the wood again with the back of her hand, but stopped when he finally responded.

"Come here." He called back quietly, his voice surprisingly even, though he sounded a little raspy. Casca paused, her intuition finding some issue with the invitation. It wasn't the stunning formality she was used to, and though that made her happy on some level, that he would drop the ruse to invite her in, it also heightened her concern. She shook the nerves away and opened the door - to find a sight she'd of better assumed to be the work of a determined house theif than the man before her.

Papers were strewn about everywhere, his desk where they had presumably been settled was wildly ajar, it's fresh-scuffed surface betraying the violence with which it was put into that position, with drawers shuddered open and edges chipped and notched. A simple, long dagger stood glinting from its splintered top, and suddenly the notches and scratches in its leading edge made a cold kind of sense. Even the curtain on his bed was ripped from its stays and had clearly been mutilated by the very same blade. 'Moving things about indeed' she surmised - but the idea was far from amusing. Instead a heavy dread settled into her gut like a stone, recognizing the handiwork of rage and pain that she would have never presumed her commander capable in this disaster of a room; she hated herself for it, but she'd of been lying if she said it didn't intimidate her, on a subconscious level. She'd never seen Griffith lose his temper, not ever, so seeing such a wanton display - accentuated by the dagger, plunged so deep into the wood he'd of had to throw his whole weight atop it - definitely scared her.

"Don't." Griffith broke the stiff, heavy silence with a small plea. "Don't be frightened of me." He looked up at her from where he stood, braced against the window ledge with his hands, his body awkwardly slumpy and clearly tired - it wasn't until then that Casca noticed that, in spite of how level he sounded, he was just as much of a wreck as the room. Young bruises and a few scrapes of blood coloured his knuckles, vivid against his milky skin. He had on his neck the faintest flush of pink and a thin veneer of sweat, and his breathing was more ragged than it sounded. But it was his eyes that truly gave him away - fading signs of bloodshot eyes and a wavering, barely-focused view told her stories of tears that had since dried and retreated from view.

And she understood, in that moment, how deeply she had underestimated his attachment - and maybe affection - to Guts.

Her thoughts were swirling. 'I knew something happened between them. Guts was so determined - and, like it or not, he was always going to win that fight. He was always going to win - you don't have the strength to best him anymore, and you both knew that; hell, if I knew that, then so did you, right? But he didn't win - why? Was it the look in your eyes when he was making the final blow? Did you show him the depth of your feelings? On accident? On purpose? Why?' Casca didn't know. But she understood - and that is what he needed right now.

Someone to understand. Someone who wouldn't judge him for the sin of being in love with the wrong person. Someone who could embrace him in spite of it. Just like before, just like that time in the river after...that, had happened.

Or, at least that's what she thought he needed.

Casca didn't have time to offer words or gesture. "Oof! What? - " she was caught off guard when Griffith suddenly threw himself at her, gathering her tightly in his arms - so tight she could barely breathe. Initially she was frightened - but his embrace was too gentle to hurt her, however hard he was squeezing, and he wasn't making any moves to lay her open or some such.

On one hand, she was pleasantly surprised; but her gut, which had been very talkative this evening, told her something was very wrong here. Griffith never initiated things like this, not with her - not with anyone that she knew of, not even Guts. A slow, semi-painful squeeze forced the air from her lungs completely and distracted her from her thoughts for a moment; but it was over as quick as it started, and he let go of her just enough to lean back and look at her face, searching for something Casca didn't know how to identify. He was always so clandestine. Not for the first time, she wondered how much of that was innate and how much he did it on purpose.

"Please," Griffith pleaded, a vague, distant, and if Casca were guessing right, jaded look in his pale eyes. "Don't be frightened of me. I am far more dangerous to myself right now than you." Casca's heart dropped at the confession, still too breathless to form a response, or even think of one. Her breath then stopped completely, heart flying unceremoniously into her throat, when Griffith's hand trailed feather-light upon her cheek, his eyes taking a darker, more subdued hue. His long, pale lashes glinted in the lamp light, and Casca felt her whole upper body flush with what was no doubt a ruddy blush.

"I want you." He breathed, bringing their faces so close she could have counted the lashes on his half-closed eyes. His hand then rested, open palmed but still so light, so gentle, upon her warming cheek. "I want you to be brave, Casca. Can you do that?" He whispered, leaning toward her other ear. She felt their cheeks brush just barely and couldn't resist a gasp as her lungs gave out from their neglect. "Can you be brave for me?" His voice held an undeniably seductive lilt this time, and Casca abruptly realised the darkish look she hadn't then recognised to be one she'd seen easily a thousand times - just not on his face. Never on his face.

"I don't...understand?" She defended weakly, her breath suddenly returning to her in heavy gasps, pulling away from him on reflex. But his arms held her fast in place, and at once pulled her closer; he then buried his face in her shoulder and neck, breathing deeply. Casca was horribly confused, and habitually a little bit scared, but her reflex to push him away left when she felt him tremble. It was slight, and if she hadn't of been looking for something like that to offer explanation to the situation, she'd of probably missed it. But it was there, a tiny, barely perceptible shaking in his shoulders that shuddered through him to his nose and jaw where he pressed them to her skin.

She didn't fight him when they started moving, a cautious curiosity feeding strange ideas in her mind as he led her to the exposed edge of his bed. When the corner pressed into the back of her thigh, suddenly she felt sparks. Was this happening? She seen him draw back and pause for a moment, before bringing up his hand to guide her face to his, silently asking permission, she presumed. She did not deny him, and met his soft, warm and surprisingly dry mouth with a mixture of elatement and apprehension.

She knew then that he didn't mean her harm, and once that was established, it was like nothing else mattered. Her mind went peacefully blank, offering him whatever it was he was asking from her - she would be his anything if it meant he went back to normal. If it meant she could be helpful. If it made her more than a sticky thorn in his side. She knew - she could sense his annoyance with her at times, could sense the shift in his disposition when he was trying to shield his emotions from her. But this... this was new. This was different. This was Griffith, in his purest, rawest form. And she wasn't going to give him any reason why he shouldn't show her more of this side of him, a side he so desperately needed to share with somebody.

Or, that was the plan, anyway.

He reached down to twine his hands with hers, kissing her neck gently, cautiously. She had no idea where this was meant to be going, but she did not resist. It wasn't worth it to resist - though if it was fear forcing that feeling upon her, it didnt make itself known. She was both calm and restless. She was elated, but also felt defeated, somehow. Like he had just won a fight she had not realised they were having.

The speed at which the kiss escalated surprised but did not disappoint her - she had always wondered why it was men blathered on about the 'taste' of a person, but she kinda understood it now; as did she understand why the previously gross notion of having someone else's tongue in her mouth was such a celebrated win among the rookies. He seemed to have a degree of skill in this endeavor, winding and twining his tongue in hers, though she dare not think how he may have acquired such experience. Their soft tongues tasted and tested each other curiously, and Casca wondered for a moment if all men tasted like this or if it was unique to him. She'd of liked to prefer the latter.

Upon meeting, Casca suddenly felt his possible intention pressing into the hollow of her hip, and a flutter of anxiety struck her like a dull sword in the chest - but it was very swiftly overwhelmed by the excitement growing from below, which roared from a dull possibility into a very different sense of reality, of proximity, as her body seemed to instinctively know what that was and what she wanted it to do to her.

She did not get much longer to ponder though before a much firmer hand than had previously touched her found the crook of her thigh below her butt, and lifted her the short distance onto the bed. It was a jarring experience, enough to break their kiss momentarily, and in nearly the same motion, he gently leaned onto her, using the hand that had been cradling her face and neck to push her back by the waist until she lied down. Before she could mutter an utterance, their lips - and tongues - resumed their business as if there had been no interruption. His hands, freed of the need to prevent her escaping, apparently, now wandered to all but her most sensitive places, tracing gentle, sensual shapes up her sides, tracing dashed lines up and down her outer thigh. It was exhilarating.

He then quite abruptly used both hands on her buttox to move her upward, higher on the bed - bringing his own hips along with, and meeting her own with a small sigh that escaped somehow between them.

She could not resist a soft moan when he moved from her lips finally to her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the corner of her jaw as he simultaneously held her arms down gently beside her head, pulling back so he could push his sex into hers, pressing just until the pressure seemed it might tear through their clothes. She reacted with a tremble, sliding her legs up his flanks before entwining them around him, pulling him closer, tighter, asking for something she had, to his knowledge, never known.

He stopped, then. Froze, to be more precise - a stiff statue of his formerly passionate self. Casca looked up at him, bitterly confused, but became concerned instead when she seen the ghost of pain on his face. It wasn't physical pain, though - no, he was still pressing into her, still stiff as wood - no, this was another pain entirely, and Casca honestly understood none of it.

"You don't want this." He said morosely, with a bizzare form of authority. He turned his face away from her then, trying to hide his expression, which nonetheless betrayed the key to this sudden interruption - shame. "You don't want me to treat you like this." He half-whipsered, jaw going tight and arms stiffened from restraint.

Casca was a little dazed. "Wh- yes, I do. I would have stopped you otherwise."

"No, you wouldn't, and we both know it." He said starkly. Those words struck something in her then, sending her heart racing with - what was that? Fear? No. Panic? Why? Because she was losing her chance? Because he was now backing away from her, moving across the room with hanging head to sit as unceremoniously as she'd ever seen him sit onto the chair beside his desk? Because he was rejecting her, again? Because she wasn't good enough, again? Why then? Why offer her a taste if he was just going to rip it away like that? For what? His pride?

"Griffith, I -"

Casca desperately wanted to cry, to scream, to be angry and hurt - and she was. But the words Griffith next spoke offered respite, first in the form of feeling doubly offended, making her anger overshadow her pain for a moment: "You don't want me to treat you like a whore." He said firmly, folding in on himself.

... and then in the form of feeling a wave of regret pass over her for it, for he uttered softly, a moment later, "...I would know."

His bruised and bloody knuckles tightened around his shirt on his upper arms, a familiar coping behavior that Casca immediately recognised - and understood precisely what he meant. And it shattered any resolve she might've had to be angry at him for rejecting her.

"You should go." He interrupted. It was not phrased as a suggestion. "I...need to be alone, for a while."

Casca felt lost. One minute, they were breaths away from taking their clothes off, then she wanted to throttle him, and now he wanted her to leave?

And yet she couldn't argue with his logic, as per usual. After all, what would they have been? A single night tryst made in the throes of a passion that wasn't made for her? A union made from the desperate trappings of greif and longing? For another man, no less. She was hurt - oh, was she hurting. But she couldn't find the will to argue. He was right - maybe it was better this way. He was always right.

But she had never before wanted so, so desperately for him to be wrong.

"Thank you, Casca." Griffith said suddenly. "For checking in on me. Believe it or not, I needed that. All of that." Casca fought off a wince. He gave her a small and tired but surprisingly genuine smile, though his usually clandestine eyes now poorly hid a vicious bitterness that Casca knew was not directed at herself - he would have hid it from her otherwise, or at least tried harder. He was funny like that. In spite of everything, his smile was like a soothing balm upon her temperament, and she managed to collect herself even for just a moment. "If you...need, anything else," she fought the tremble in her voice with all her might, forcing it into her shaking hands instead. "You know where to find me." Casca didn't have the strength to look at him when she said that, turning on her heel and walking out the door without a second glance. And yet, she could almost sense the frown behind her. Almost.

She only made it a few steps before her delicate resolve came undone in rivulets, deep breaths trying to disguise sobs as she prepared to go down the stairs. But the wave of emotions would not be held back this time, and so she resolved to escape as quickly as possible, before she was noticed.

Unbeknownst to her, a young and now very confused housemaiden watched her descend.

Feel free to ask questions or comment with suggestions if you have them. I won't be able to put this whole fic up on Ao3 for a minute yet since all the scenes are out of order still, with bridges yet unwritten, so here's a taste for you. :)

#berserk #griffith #guts #casca #griffca #griffguts #angst #fanfic #wip #long post #NeverSleepAlone

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dballzposting · 1 year

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Dragon ball characters as niches of asexuality

Greyace: Vegeta. Um possibly demi but IDK. I do know that there needs to be notable emotional influence beforehand. The only two people hes ever wanted to fuck in his life BTW are his wife Bulma and his rival Kakarot. Bulma had stunned him with her strength of character and gentle caresses while kakarot had inflamed him with his ... self.

He’s grey-ace meaning sexual attraction is rare and not a driving factor/priority in his life and lifestyle.

Aro AND ace: Goku. He just doesnt care about any of that.

aegosexual: Tarble

Cupioromantic/sexual: Piccolo

He did well when Goku was dead and Ms Chichi was his beloved. And he is respectful enough of the human sexual condition. He will do whatever it takes. He’s the milkman

Bonus corner, not ace but aro: GT Trunks.

For all you #TrutenTruthers out there I’ll say that he’s demiromantic c:

Sex repulsed: Gotenks-kun. Like if he were older

Like i underatsnd that he’s only around for 30 minutes at a time but IDKKKK if he were around for longer we’d see him say shit like “NO WAY SISTER. I don’t go for that. Back off. I’m abstinence until I die. Radical!” and then he’d do a kickflip. Ugh TBH tho if Gotenks were your teenage son honestly you’d be worried about him going into puberty becasue, judging by his temperance and exuberance as a youth, you would just assume that you’d have to keep your boy on a tight leash. Like he’s gonna be chatting up ALL the chicks. But if anything, entering that age stunted his charisma a bit. He still has his charm but sometimes there’s this trepidation when talking to girls for the first time, before the relationship settles into a comfortable friendship. And you don’t know what that’s all about until he’s 16 and standing in the kitchen and is like “hey can I. Can I ask you something.” and he confides that he wants a GF but he doesnt want her to, like, be coming at him asking for sex...! He likes girls BUT he gets so weird about them becasue he doesnt want to accidentally lead them to think that he’d be down for that :(. You do your best as a parent and tell him that for the love of goodness gracious do NOT do the sex then. First of all, (insert sex risks here). Second of all, it’s just one of those things that you shouldnt do if you dont want to do! Gotenks is like “i think it’s so weird and yucky WHAT DOES EVERYONE ELSE SEE IN IT ?” and you tell him that everyone else must be stupid. Then when he’s 17 he has a girlfriend and as far as you can tell things are going well, and you feel confident that your boy isnt doing shit he shouldnt be doing, but one day he comes home a tad after curfew and he seems frazzled and jarred and disturbed in the face and he sort of slinks off to his room and shuts the door. Later at 11 pm before you go to bed you catch him in the kitchen making a smoothie with literally all the fruit he can find in the fridge. He’s standing with his back to you cutting up a pear and there is grapefruit juice all over the counter and the blender is already half-full and he’s got Butter Pecan ice cream out becasue it’s the ice cream you happen to have and he’s gonna put it in the blender. And you ask him if he’s alright and slowly but surely he confides in you that he was hanging out with his girlfriend and he did something that he doesnt feel good about. He had told his GF that sex was OFF of the table, and his GF had blindsided him by suggesting compromises. Gotenks, while cutting mold spots off of strawberries, says that he had been blindsided becasue he hadnt considered compromises and he didnt have time to develop a proper emotional response and she had suggested hand stuff and he had said OK and now hes in the fucking kitchen at 11 pm saying shit like “sooo i jerked off my girlfriend.” and you the parent have to be like “I take it you’re in distress over this?” and hes like “yeah. Yknow. I thought that I would be mature and cool and okay with this. But I’m pretty fucking far from okay.” Yknow

Sex neutral: Goku. He just doesnt give a shit. He’s down for whatever

Sex favorable: Yajirobe (far left).

Yajirobe fucks sex hot women and he doesnt even care that they're hot.

Orchidsexual: Gotenks but specifically the one that is a fusion of Future Trunks and Goten from the DBS Heroes manga

He’s 1/2 Future Trunks so he’s male-attracted but he’s still sex-repulsed so he’s like “NO WAY MISTER! I don’t go for that. Back off. I’m abstinence until I die! Bombtastic!” & he’s confident in that & he can see a hot guy and be like “Wow! Hot a what baabhabhiat!” & then not do anything about it KING!

Honorable Mention: Akira Toriyama. He wrote the most asexual/aromantic piece of media. No comment on his personal business but we have to give him thanks for his work, which is strongly representative of the asexual perspective. Thank you sir

#dballz posting #Been in my drafts for a month... went on ahead and finished it <3

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lenillusion · 2 years

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radioheads hs decathlon au, drabble/concept

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They're both on rivaling decathlon teams but Dylan's been on it since sophomore year whereas Ryan has only joined as a senior.

So when time for the decathlon comes around Dylan doesn't know what to do with himself after seeing the cute new member of their top rivaling team. his performance doesn't falter of course, a cute new face isn't enough to spoil his efforts. but that doesn't stop him from looking whenever he can.

After Dylan's team crushes the competition (because of course he would), instead of his annual round of gloating, he figures he should go talk to the guy. he's filled with confidence from his win and Dylan figured he earned himself this small pleasure.

He doesn't know the guy's name, just "Erzahler" from the announcements but he figured that would suffice.

"Hey- uh, Erzahler? Wait up!" It came out a little awkward but it did it's job considering Erzahler stopped where he was walking next to Laura Kearney, their star member, to face him.

Poor guy looked like deer in headlights, silently mouthing "me?," with a finger pointing at his chest. Laura had stopped walking too but when she saw him ambling towards them she grinned and beckoned him over.

"Lenivy! Its nice to see you this year." Laura had always been his main competition since he joined the team but despite their sometimes scathing rivalry, she was always warm to him after competition. It was easy to smile back at her, this time with sincerity and friendliness as opposed to the jagged smirks born of competitiveness they shot each other over the day.

Erzahler looked almost confused, a micro expression really. He had certainly seen their antagonism throughout the competition and couldn't get why they were being civil now. Dylan almost wanted to laugh but figured that wouldn't be a good first impression for the guy he's trying to score a date with. Maybe if their relationship makes it beyond the "decathlon rivals" stage he could tell him about his semi-complicated dynamic with Laura.

"You too, Kearney. But as lovely as it is seeing your face, I gotta say, kicking your ass today was certainly the highlight." His tone was light and teasing, falling into banter was easy with Laura. The following glare she gave him had laughter tumbling out of him, it was too easy.

"Shut the fuck up, Lenivy," Laura crossed her arms, giving him a playful yet pointed look. "I know you didn't come over here just to gloat, if you were you would have done it earlier. What do you want?"

The accusation had him clutching his chest and whining with overdramatic flair. "Oh, come on, Kearney!" He dragged out the syllables of her name. "Can't I talk to you without an ulterior motive?"

His pouting didn't faze her one bit. "Yeah, you can but I'm not stupid, Lenivy. You literally called out to Ryan, you obviously weren't planning on talking to me." She explained with her innate ability to shut down all his bullshit.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah, Ryan Erzahler, thats his name."

'Oh. Um- yeah, of course." He felt a little stupid asking now but regardless it suited Erzahler. A pretty name to a pretty face.

Speaking of Erzahler, the guy had gone from slighting confused to blatantly uncomfortable 3rd wheeling his and Laura's conversation. He's really hoping he hadn't somehow managed to put Ryan off forever, hopefully he can salvage this.

"But um, yeah I did want to talk to Erzahler er- Ryan?" He looked over to Erzahler to see if he expressed any discomfort with being called his first name, thankfully he just nodded with this really awkward, really cute smile. He quickly looked back to Laura.

"Do you think I'd be able to talk to him alone for a sec, I promise I'll give him back unharmed." He masked his nervousness with an amused smirk, but Laura has known him for 5 years and she's far from emotionally dense. when she takes a moment to search his face, her eyes soften and she nods.

"Go right ahead," She turns to put a hand on Ryan's shoulder, "You good with that big guy?"

Ryan seems a little hesitant and Dylan cant really blame him. Their teams did spend all decathlon antagonizing each other and he's not sure if anyone explained to him the nature of their teams' relationship, its all out of good sportsmanship at the end of the day.

Ultimately he agrees, and not long after they're left alone.

Once Laura had left, the easy and playful atmosphere had gone with her. Now there was only a stale sort of tension in the air. He's starting to doubt his chances of walking out of here with Ryan's number.

Ryan fiddled with the sleeve of his uniform, looking slightly above Dylan's eyes when he addressed him.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about... Lenivy, was it?" Ryan got straight to the point. The high from winning was dulling down, his confidence dwindling with it. He could probably back out now but worse case scenario, Ryan says no and they never see each other again since this is his last high school decathlon. So he figured he might as well see this through, he refuses to let a cute guy be his undoing.

"Oh um, yeah its Lenivy, Dylan Lenivy," Asking out the cute rival team member was feeling a lot harder than he made it out to be in his head. "I know this is like super sudden because we've never met before but, I just um...." He paused, his face growing warm, he didn't really know how to go about this.

Weirdly enough, Ryan's eyes seemed to light up a bit, his posture relaxing as he made to fill the silence left by Dylan's stumbling.

"Is this about the fact you've been staring at me all day?" It wasn't said as an accusation, simply a fact, an observation. Dylan froze regardless. He knew he wasn't being subtle per se but even still he figured that Ryan would be too caught up in the competition to notice. He was wrong and now he's paying for his carelessness.

At the sight Dylan's tensing posture, Ryan tried to clarify his words.

"I'm not like accusing you of anything, its just something I noticed. You weren't that subtle."

"Ah, God I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything, I just- um- I just think you're super cute, is all." He felt a little better after saying it.

Ryan's lips parted slightly, understanding crossing his face at his confession. "Ohhh, that... makes sense."

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed, confused. "It does?"

Ryan huffed out a small laugh. "Yeah, I thought you were staring at me because of whatever weird hatred- or not hatred? You have for my team. but it didn't fully make sense because you weren't being antagonistic with me like you were with them."

Dylan let out a nervous giggle. "Uh yeah, I knew you were new and I wasn't sure if you'd be down with the annual decathlon assholery that I dish out. So I decided against it. plus you were really cute and I didn't wanna uh, ruin my... chances..."

"Your chances?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, playful but tentative.

Dylan sputtered, his face getting redder. "Uh, I mean? Not chances? I mean I was gonna ask you out but like, you know..." He prays that Laura can't see his pathetic display from wherever she's standing. He knows that she'll tell both Kaitlyn and Max about his inability to function near a cute boy and he'd never live it down.

An amused smile grew over Ryan's face at his struggling. "Actually? I don't know."

Jesus fucking Christ he should have known that anyone who hung out with Laura was gonna be cut from the same cloth of "Demon" that she was. Ryan is actually gonna kill him. He was gonna die at his senior year decathlon in front of a boy he's had a crush on for barely a day.

The word vomit spilled from his lips with disgusting ease. "Well, I mean I meant to come over here to ask you for your number? Yeah, like I noticed you earlier today when you were talking to that ginger kid on your team and you were really pretty oh my god. and I figured like ah what the hell what's the worst that could happen, it was harmless really. I wasn't- I'm not really expecting anything from you? I'm just a little high on victory and I wanted to see- to see if... I don't-"

He was, thankfully, cut off by Ryan laughing. It was sweet and almost fond? He's not too sure but he's positive he isn't making fun of him.

"Oh god, I don't really know what I was expecting when you came up to me but you're actually pretty cool." Ryan's laughter had died but his voice held the same lightness to it.

"Me? Cool?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit surprised. You spent all day being this half-terrifying, overly competitive, insanely intelligent uh- thing and now you're here, tripping over yourself trying to ask me out. Its.... cute." It took Ryan a second to pick out the word but he looked like he meant it nonetheless.

"Me?"

Ryan gave a barely there smile. "Yeah, you."

This was going way better than Dylan imagined. "So um, by logic, if I think you're cute and you think I'm cute- that means we should go out some time?" He really hopes he was picking up these signals right.

Ryan looked off to the side in thought. "Hm," When he looked back he was nodding slightly to himself, confirming his decision.

"How about this? Laura invited me to get lunch with her and her boyfriend next Saturday. You two seem to know each other so I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I invited you, then I won't have to third wheel those two." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a blue gel pen.

"Give me your arm."

"Wha- are you gonna write your phone number?"

Ryan rolled his eyes. "No, I'm writing the address to the cafe we're going to."

"Oh." He's a little disappointed but considering he's gonna see Ryan again next Saturday, it isn't too bad.

"Don't be like that," Ryan mumbled while writing the address, the ink stood out sharply against his pale skin. When Ryan was done he pulled back and put the pen in his pocket.

"Text Laura for more details, I assume you have her number or some way to contact her." Ryan looked back to where Laura went off to.

"Uh- yeah, I do." Considering they've known each other for 5 years and he dated her boyfriend in freshman year (before they got together), it'd be weird if he didn't have her number at this point.

"Great, now if everything goes well next Saturday then maybe, just maybe, I'll give you my number. Maybe even an actual date too." There was a slight mischievousness to his tone but Dylan was too delighted to care.

"Wait, really?"

"I don't see why not."

Dylan was really trying to contain himself from being too eager but he just scored a not-date with a really cute boy for the first time since freshman year (you can't just date someone else after dating Max Brinly okay? not just anyone can measure up to that,) it's not hard to be eager.

"Fuck yeah, okay. I'll see you next Saturday." He breathed out, giddy and relieved.

Fucking score.

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celestialking · 2 years

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A quick little blurb ♡ because of this post

For you vamp T^T

◇ SFW ISH BUT MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI ◇ FUCK OFFFF ◇ 18+ ONLY

Pairing: cowboy!Sam , gn! , cowboy!Punz

Warnings: drinking/alcohol, sexual jokes, no smut yet

Maybe you all had too many drinks already but suddenly Sams passing observastion of there being a mechanical bull was looking greater by the second.

He mentioned it once when you stepped into the bar but after watching people fall off, drunk and sober alike, you all decided not to.

"That's it, longest laster on the bull, winner picks their prize," you said coming back from the bar with all three of your drinks.

"Any catch? Riding backwards? Forwards? Hat over the eyes?" Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Nope no catch,"

"I'm in,"

"Me too," Punz sighed, not all that intrigued at first.

"Great, I'll go first," You threw back a shot handing the glass to Sam. "Buckle your seat belts ladies. You'll need them to beat my time," you said cockily.

Punz snickered off to the side as you wandered off. You watched the current bull rider be thrown off, somehow, in a gentle fashion.

Luckily no one else was waiting to get on as everyone else was too wasted to even consider it or hadnt had enough to gain the confidence to do so.

You clambered onto the back of the mechanical animal glancing over at Punz and Sam. Sam lifted his glass up at you before drinking while Punz was fighting for his life against the smirk creeping onto his lips.

Smug bastard. You could totally do this.

You couldn't do it. According to Sam you lasted not even a full minute. "I just thought I'd go easy on yall. That's all," you sniffled sitting down in your seat.

Punz stood up puffing his chest having a sudden attitude change about riding the bull. "Don't worry sugar, I've got this. Let me show you how its done," He strode over to the ride, climbing aboard.

Maybe he just didn't have his hands ready? The bull flung forward sending the poor unsuspecting blonde onto the ground behind.

You and Sam lost it. Howling and crying as the wounded cowboy wandered back over. Too embarrassed to even think about getting back on. "Ha, ha," he mocked you both snarkily. "Oh God I'm gonna cry," Sam gasped. When you both calmed it was the brunette's turn.

Sam stood up setting his now empty drink on the table. "Now, let me show you how its done," Punz rolled his eyes watching Sam wander away.

You brought your phone out to record. "What're you doing?"

"Recording,"

"Yeah for who,"

"For Boomer, already sent yours. Now shut up," you grinned evilly pointing it towards Sam.

Poor Sam. Poor poor Samuelson. He didn't last a second. Probably because he had drank more out of any of you....and probably because he attempted to ride it backwards.

"That's it, I don't think my ego could take another go," Sam pouted returning to his chair. You waved your phone. "Well Boomer sure wanted another turn, good thing yall didn't record me,"

The look they shared made you shiver.

"Right guys? Haha..we didnt- we didn't record me..right...guys?"

The silence only comfirmed your approaching total anhilation in the group chat. "Sorry sweetheart I think there's only one thing you can ride-"

"dick"

"..." they both blinked at you. "No. Thats- that's not-"

"You guys," you offered.

Once more they became bashful messes. All this talk about riding had put you on a different train of thought. One you were more throughly enjoying.

"Anyways you guys failed too so don't push this on me. Don't i technially win too?" you hummed taking a sip.

Sam shifted in his seat. Apparently the mere mention of you riding one of them had worked him up a bit more than expected. Men. Oblivious. You reached your leg up, nudging him.

"Fellas. Take a hint. I'm bored and a little horny. And yall-" you snatched their hats. "Are going to help,"

Punz and Sam watched you leave, presumably to Sam's pickup truck before staring at each other.

"Whoever gets the tab paid gets first turn,"

"Deal," Punz replied pushing away from the table.

#celestial:awsmd #celestial:pnz #celestial:scribbles

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sea-dukes-assistant · 2 years

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CH. 4 of my “The Crown Fix-It” project.

To absolutely no one's disappointment, it has taken me a long time to work on this, or anything else here for that matter. I've been coping on and off with his death and some days are harder than others. I can't be arsed with the homecoming scene, because the show has it unbearably fucked up and there's no way I could correct it well enough to do it justice. As always, if you don’t like anachronistic bullshit in which dudes have sex, don’t read it. @yeet-didnt-start-the-fire

The wardroom was quite raucous as he read the letter he'd received, having been reluctantly persuaded to do so by LCDR Parker.

"...And I can never forget what my grandmother said to me about being married to a man with beard. She goes on but...no, I'm not going to repeat that," Philip stated, to the officers' vocal disappointment. Mr. Parker, after a few attempts, was able to snatch the letter from Philip's hand and gave it a quick scan.

"I think we can safely say a very very warm welcome awaits His Royal Highness's return!"

The excitement continued, and I couldn't help but smile as I drank my beer; it was good to see Philip in a better mood.

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Inevitably, there are "ugly" parts of my job as Prince Philip's (fucking) assistant. Sometimes it's explaining his drunken behavior to his wife, and sometimes...it's more complicated than that. Today was about to get real damn complicated, as his friend, shipmate, and private secretary had caused a bunch of trouble and needed to be, well, dealt with, for lack of better phrasing. Usually, this sort of stuff is left in the wardroom and dealt with amongst the other officers, but this was not your run of the mill Navy ship, and there was a more...political? way of dealing with things. I have a seat in the chair to my boss's right, my chin resting on the thumb of my left hand, fingers curled over to help hide any facial expression that could make things more awkward. I could tell he was in no way looking forward to dealing with this. I wanted to try to reassure him, but I had no idea of what to say, or if he even wanted to hear it. I figured if anything, I should just keep my mouth shut and let the officers sort their shit out.

"Sir," his private secretary begins, inviting himself into the room, "eh, telegram from my lawyer in London. His view is, yes, the newspaper coverage is bad but, it's not disastrous and, uh, he feels confident it'll all die down in 48 hours. He thinks we can ride it out." Mr. Parker nervously taps the document in question, then invites himself to take a seat on the couch across from Philip.

"You and I both know that's wishful thinking," Sir replies, unamused, "I've had my own telegram from London. I hope you're not going to make this next step difficult for me." He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the whole situation and the awkwardness of having to fire one of his good friends. No eye contact is made, and he fidgets, obviously not wanting to deal with this in such a manner. I keep quiet, but eye Mr. Parker with suspicion. I swallow hard in an effort to keep my opinion to myself and let Sir deal with this as he sees fit.

Mr. Parker's facial expression indicates the reality has hit him. "You'll have my resignation first thing," he states as he gets up to leave.

"I'll need it now," Sir orders, his tone indicating he's had enough of this bullshit.

After what feels like an eternity of awkward silence and staring, Mr. Parker regains his military bearing, brings himself to standing at attention, and verbally tenders his resignation.

"I hereby offer my resignation...as principal private secretary to the Duke of Edinburgh effective immediately." His voice hitches more than once. Part of me sympathizes, but more than anything I feel he's dug his own grave and this is the reward he gets.

"Accepted," Sir replies. More awkward silence, as Mr. Parker doesn't immediately move to leave, the gravity of the situation having yet to hit him, I assume. Sir continues his polite yet clear ass-chewing. "You've worked for me for long enough; you know the rules...who we are, how it works. There is no room for mistakes, there's no room for scandal, there is no room for humanity. I think you should probably leave us in Gibraltar. Might I suggest a policy of 'no comment' on all accounts and especially no letters."

Mr. Parker avoids his boss's eyes and nods. "Yes of course," he agrees, tremendously uncomfortable with the entire thing.

"You will stand at attention when your superior officer addresses you," I bluntly remind him. Mr. Parker begrudgingly corrects himself.

Having waited for Sir to add anything else, and hearing nothing, I clear my throat and finally decide to make my opinion known. Despite having less time "on the job" than this guy, I nevertheless have more positional authority.

"Permission to speak freely, Your Royal Highness," I request.

"Granted," Sir answers, not wanting to drag this on but also not wanting to discredit my position in front of the officer he's just fired.

I take a deep breath before airing my grievance at LCDR Parker. "With respect, sir, it baffles me how you thought this would either a) not affect anyone but you or b) not blow up in our faces. As low ranking as I am, even I am aware that I represent not only who I work for but also the United States Navy. And you, sir, not only represent both the Queen's husband the Royal Navy, but you're an officer. Imagine what image that gives your subordinates. I have refrained from sticking my nose where it doesn't belong but as you've seen fit to involve us in whatever the hell it is you were trying to accomplish, whether it was just a stupid decision or trying to prove the size of your dick I can't say, but I can honestly say that I expect more of those appointed over me, regardless of the country they serve."

Mr. Parker continues being uncomfortable, glancing quickly at Philip, a bit angry at being told off by a 2nd Class Petty Officer, as if to question that he is actually allowing such behavior. There is no reply, and once he's sure neither myself nor Philip have anything else to say, he leaves in rather an awkward hurry.

At this point, I have no idea what do to with myself. I was asked to be in the room more as a witness than anything, but now I'm not sure if I should leave or try to offer some sort of commiseration. I become hyper aware of just how dry my mouth has become. Honestly, I'd never seen Sir in an actual bad ood, only the usual cantankerous ranting which was more humorous than scathing, and I felt like if I moved, I'd get rebuked for something. I didn't even breathe loudly!

Sir sighs and rubs his face, and I decide it might be best if I leave. I make my way to the door, feeling all kinds of second hand awkwardness.

"Sit," I hear Sir order from behind.

I do so, opting for, ironically, the same spot LCDR Parker had been a few minutes ago. It seemed a god spot; Sir could have his space and I didn't feel like I was dangerously close to an angry hive of bees. I wish I at least had some water to drink.

"I, uh, apologize if I overstepped my boundaries," I say quietly.

Sir says nothing, but continues trying to rub the tension and stress out of his head.

"Uh, with regard to 'no room for humanity,' did...did you mean..." I struggle trying to explain exactly what it is I need clarification on.

"That has nothing to do with you," he says matter of factly, "don't mistake his stupid decision for anything you're doing."

"Noted. But what about...about...you know...the other stuff..." My heart feels like it's gonna explode out my chest.

He sighs again, trying not to get frustrated with me. "What we do is consensual. What he did was not. Do you see the difference?"

"Yes sir," I answer quietly, slightly embarrassed at my own ignorance.

"Good. Because with all our work being done, this is all just one big pleasure cruise, and I fully intend to take advantage of that," he looks at me and grins.

It's safe to say I will definitely be earning my pay on this tour.

--------------------- "Devin."

"Hm?" I look at him, eyebrows raised, hoping the combination of embarrassment and arousal doesn't show on my face.

"Are you...are you hard?" Philip asks, a smirk of amusement on his face.

I sigh, defeated in my attempt to get out of this situation with my dignity intact, and turn my gaze to what's left of my beer. Having absolutely no idea what to say, nor wanting to explain myself, I bring the mug to my lips and take a drink, refusing eye contact with either of them.

"You are, you've got a bloody erection!" Philip tries to keep stifle his laughter but he's clearly amused.

Vice Admiral Smith suddenly takes interest, and in my peripheral vision, I see him take a peek at my crotch. "Ah, so he does," he muses, seemingly also amused.

My ears get so hot they're practically burning, which of course garners more stifled laughter from Philip. I scowl into my beer mug.

"Oh don't be like that," Philip says, still smiling, as he cups the bulge in my pants.

I place the mug back on the table and swallow my beer, still scowling. This is the absolute worst, being sat here between two officers, in the wardroom, tenting my trousers and there is no escape. I should have left when Vice Admiral Smith came over to join us. Speaking of which, I find it awfully suspicious that he's so calm about it. No reprimand, no dressing down (metaphorically, anyway), not even mild disgust. Just...bemusement and...is his stare lingering?!

"Do you know what the punishment is for getting an erection in front of an officer?" The Vice Admiral coolly asks.

I rack my brain trying to, first of all, make sense of what he just asked, and two, figure out an answer. Both are proving difficult. There is no such regulation in my Navy; I cannot speak for the Brits. I look at Philip for help, hoping he can see the confusion on my face. He ignores my non-verbal plea, and instead just...starts massaging my dick through my trousers. Fuck all of this.

"I...I don't know, sir," I answer, trying not to aggravate the situation by sounding as annoyed as I actually am.

Philip quickly glances at Vice Admiral Smith, back to my crotch, then back to the Vice Admiral. They are literally plotting right in front of me, I cannot believe this. The conspiracy to drive me insane is well underway. I hastily grab my beer mug and down the rest of its contents, cursing both of them in my mind. Sir takes this as a signal to escalate, as there is now no chance of me snorting, or worse, spilling, my beer. He casually takes a drink of his own beer, while is free hand simultaneously unzips my trousers. His hand slides over me, and he smiles a bit wider, as a small sigh of pleasure escapes me.

Vice Admiral Smith leans in, has face having the seriousness I'd expect from an officer, and informs me, "The officer must see to it the offending party gets off." As he spoke, Philip takes my dick out, which by now is fully erect, and I'm sure my face now matches the shade of red on my ears. "By any...means...he chooses," he continues, the brief lack of contact caused by Philip's hand leaving quickly resolved by his own hand. I watch as he gently rubs his fingers up and down the head of my dick, fully concentrating on his task. Philip just drinks the rest of his beer and watches. I look at him, though I'm not sure for what reason. I find myself immensely turned on, embarrassed, and looking for reassurance all at once.

Granted, all of this is being done rather discreetly, literally under the table, and so far no one has noticed the utter debauchery going on in the corner. As it goes on, however, I find it increasingly difficult to be quiet, let alone discreet. I gently bit my lip to keep quiet, feeling the first drip of pre-cum leak out, as Vice Admiral Smith teases the head. He directs his attention to my shaft, stroking and squeezing, looking obscenely gleeful at my expense.

Philip finishes his beer and now his hand joins in, his thumb rubbing the accumulated pre-cum around the head of my dick. I glare at him for knowing so well what will bring me to the edge. My breathing quickens, and as it does they both move remove their hands. I scream internally and exhale almost violently out of my nose.

"Perhaps we should discuss it elsewhere," Vice Admiral Smith suggests to Philip, as if none of this happened and it's just officer chit-chat. Philip nods in agreement, and puts my dick back in my trousers, zipping them up as deftly as he'd opened them. I'm not sure if I'm mad, or even more turned on by the pressure on my dick and the attention I'm receiving. I never actually thought about Vice Admiral Smith like that, but fuck...I'd let him sail my ship if he wanted, now that I got a taste. He stands up, straightens his uniform, and leaves the table. Once he's left the wardroom, Sir signals to me it's time to leave, and so we do, though it takes a bit for me to get myself somewhat presentable given that I'm at a full 5" in my trousers...and it aches. God I gotta walk through the wardroom like this...

On instinct, I walk in the direction of Sir's suite, but he gently corrects me and, after we "coincidentally" meet Vice Admiral Smith in the passage way, end up...in my stateroom. Which, I reckon, is the best option...literally no one comes by because I'm not exactly an important person on this ship.

Once the door is closed and locked, they're on me yet again. Philip places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me, passionate and deep, ironically turned on by another giving me attention. I don't know what that's about, and I make a mental note to ask. I hear Vice Admiral Smith removing his uniform jacket, and then he's behind me. I feel him press his own hard-on into me, and my eyes go wide. The anxiety kicks in and I try to free myself. Suddenly, he stops, and Philip quietly whispers, "It's alright, he's not going to do that." He holds me as we all wait for it to dissipate, and I instinctively cling to him.

"Is he alright?" Vice Admiral Smith asks, concern obvious in his voice.

I feel Sir nod and he whispers to me, clearly upset with himself, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about that. Do you want to stop?"

I think about it. "No," I tell him.

"Are you ready to continue?"

I sigh, moderately embarrassed.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It was entirely my mistake. Neither of us want to upset you."

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. "Yes," I answer.

"Right," Sir says, in typical British fashion, and resumes kissing me, though a bit more delicate this time. The anticipation itself is intoxicating, and it's not long before we're all heavily focused on each other again.

Vice Admiral Smith concentrates his effort below my waist, his right hand sliding down my trousers. "You're so hard for us, aren't you?" His tongue traces the shell of my ear.

"Yes sir," I sigh, grinding my erection, and his hand by default, into Philip. It might have been awkward for the Vice Admiral, but I couldn't help but hope he'd notice how big Sir is. I smile at the notion of him finding out how much I get on a fairly regular basis.

"You'll get it eventually," Sir says, smiling into our kiss. "It's his turn right now."

I almost whine.

Philip breaks off our kiss, steps back a bit to take of my shirt, then he helps Vice Admiral Smith with undoing my belt and once again unzipping my trousers. I moan embarrassingly loudly as Sir massages me through my boxer briefs, the lustful look in his eyes alone could have gotten my off. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't making me feel like the sexiest man in the world right now. After giving me a few more squeezes, the takes my dick out again, and Vice Admiral Smith takes over, nuzzling into my neck and stroking me lazily.

"I was hoping that this would be resolved if I fucked you wearing this," Philip says, bemused and gesturing at his dress blues. "Clearly it hasn't, so either we deal with you getting hard around officers like this, or..." he pauses to pour himself a glass of bourbon, "I fuck you beforehand." He puts his right hand in the pocket of his uniform jacket, and takes a drink. "The latter is entirely impractical."

"Oh is that it?" The vice admiral asks me, feigning surprise. "Well. We certainly can't have that...it invites attention. My officers can't be distracted on duty, and you are...very distracting." He punctuates this by gently squeezing my nipple and my dick at the same time.

My breathing hitches, my head tilts back against his shoulder, and I exhale forcefully out of my nose, instinctively grasping onto his thighs.

Rather pleased with this reaction, he asks, "Mmm...you like that, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I sigh, having completely abandoned any hope of salvaging my dignity...definitely not while I have a bloody audience...and especially not when his actions have resulted in what has now progress into more pre-cum oozing out of me. I mentally apologize for making such a mess.

"I can tell. You're so hard and so wet, aren't you?" His hand quickens its pace, since I've unceremoniously provided him with more...natural lubrication.

"Mm-hmm," is the only answer I can manage at this point.

"Is that how you answer a superior officer?" Only his index finger circles the head of my dick. This man is a goddamn tease.

"No sir. Yes sir, yes I am." My stomach muscles tighten in an effort to control myself.

Much as I may want to, I cannot bring myself to look Sir in the eye. It's a strange conflict; I'm both enjoying the attention, yet screaming internally at the face that ANOTHER MAN IS TOUCHING ME AND HE IS OK WITH IT. I feel sexy and embarrassed at the same time, though I can't really say why. None of this is brand new to him; he's done it to me himself and damn well knows what reactions to expect.

Vice Admiral Smith lets go of me right as I feel my balls tuck up, and this time I actually curse under my breath, my irritation getting the better of me. My dick twitches almost violently, and I sigh in utter exasperation.

Philip, having finished his drink, calmly walks over to me, taking me into his arms once again. His kiss is tender and reassuring. He places my hands on the buttons of his uniform jacket, and I undo them, with him providing the kind of steady encouragement only he can give me, both with his words and his hand between my legs. He knows I'm nervous. I'm thankful he's patient with me, and thankful he's taken the time to give me breaks and ground me, especially since so far he's been more or less removed himself from the display the vice admiral has been conducting. My guess is it's too damn awkward for him act that way in front of someone not his wife (he's accustomed to her being present...not so much random vice admirals).

A few minutes later we're all stripped to our chosen level of comfort, which oddly enough is down to the waist, barring the exception of, well, having our dicks out. Mine is still very much dripping, and I, still mildly embarrassed, try to hide it discreetly. Sir of course wins in the size department, and makes no bones about being on display. I'm somewhat relieved to see Vice Admiral Smith is a bit more on the average side; I'd hate to be outdone by both of them. He doesn't have quite the lean, defined stature Philip has, but neither is he in any way out of shape. Like me, he's rather average, but not terrible to look at.

The bed's not big enough, so we opt for the small couch. The vice admiral takes a seat and pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. He runs hinds hands along my sides, and looks up at me with an unexpectedly gentle expression, a slight smirk on his face, though I can see in his eyes he is incredibly turned on. I kind of want to kiss him...I don't though, as I'm unsure how neither man would react to that, and I am too chicken-shit to ask (Sir is still working with me on using my words). It was only at this point did I fully begin to relax and feel comfortable with him. He put no expectations put on me, no demands, no abuse of his authority. He genuinely wanted to...do this? I don't entirely understand why, he'd shown no prior interest in me, although that doesn't mean much because I also could have sworn Sir didn't either, and, well, here we (all) are.

He breaks his gaze only momentarily to look down and ever so slightly buck his hips up, seemingly to indicate what it is he'd like me to do, then he looks back up at me. I lean forward slightly, supporting myself with placing my forearms on the back of the sofa, and give a slight thrust. His soft sigh indicates I've understood, and I can't help but get excited because yay I got it right and he wants me and oh my god I get to get revenge on all the teasing he did to me!

I grind into him again, to "make sure I understand," and I'm rewarding his another sigh, this one louder than the first, and now he's the one providing the...natural lubrication.

"Ah you like this, I see" I muse, throwing his earlier coyness back at him.

"Christ," I hear Philip muttering over to my right. I look over at him and raise my eyebrows as if to ask if he's jealous. Before either of us can say anything else, Vice Admiral Smith snaps my attention back to him by, you guessed it, playing with my dick again.

"Oh, yes sir," I reply, smirking at him, clearly enthused to resume my task, working my hips as best I can manage, his quiet moans providing ample motivation. The contact is intense, and it's difficult for me to maintain my focus as I feel a tingle up my entire right side. I sigh contentedly despite the tingling, though taking a few minutes to sort of work my right arm, stretching it out diagonally and down to the side, and attempt to shake the tingle away. I put it back before there's questions; I don't want to stop to explain it. The last thing I need is to unpack my trauma (again) when I'm trying to fuck this man's brains out.

Philip, knowing the reason why that happens, having been the cause of it himself, walks over to us and stands behind the sofa, facing me. His intention is obvious, and I feel pleased with myself knowing that he finally has gotten to the point where he wants (or needs, sometimes I can't tell) my attention. A brief pang of nervousness hits me again; I can tell by the feeling of my heart seemingly skipping a beat. I've never done that in front of anyone else, and I fear judgment.

Vice Admiral Smith runs his hands up and down my back, an attempt to calm me but also causes more tingling. "It's alright," he says quietly, perhaps to both of us. "I'd love to watch, actually." His hands move from my back and up my chest, stopping briefly to rub his thumbs over my nipples. I stifle a moan, and I hear him make a rather pleased sound as a stream of pre-cum dribbles onto him, probably mixing with his own. Can't refuse when he puts up such a convincing argument.

A bit more tentatively than usual, I take the tip of Sir's dick into my mouth, giving him slow licks. I like teasing him; as in any aspect of the relationship, him getting exasperated at me is often the goal. He's not in the mood for it though, and pushes himself a bit further into my mouth. I indulge him a bit, having had enough practice to know what he likes, then come off him. I take this opportunity to grind especially hard against the vice admiral, nearly causing him to lose himself right then. Fuck, this is so hot.

I don't have the heart, nor the patience myself, to drag this out longer than necessary, and put my mouth back around his dick, this time a bit more greedily. I feel the vice admiral's dick twitch, smacking against mine, and neither of us can be silent about that. All pretense of maintaining my dignity being been fully abandoned, I put every effort into the multi-tasking I'm now tasked to do, which, is actually kind of difficult, but neither officer has any complaints.

As blissful as this is, neither of us can last forever, least of all me, given the amount of times I was denied today. Our combined arousal makes for combined noise, most of it coming from the vice admiral, who is the first to finish...and finish he does.

"Yes, yes, yes..." he pants, and then lets out a long, rather undignified moan. Grabbing into my hips, he bucks up against me, riding it out, the result pooling on his stomach.

Unsurprisingly, I'm next, spurred on by the fact that I made him feel so good, and the fact that I am doing what is without a doubt my favorite thing: having Philip's 8" in my mouth. Safe to say I am not the loudest because of this, a fact I'm sure Sir appreciates. Don't need this entire section of neighboring officers asking questions.

Abdominal muscles tightening and twitching, I spill my load onto the vice admiral's stomach, and he languidly strokes me through it. "So eager," he murmurs. "So...needy. It's a wonder he gets any work done. I know I'd rather fuck you than write a speech..."

I moan into Philip's dick, the hypersensitivity of my dick being too much to handle...and dammit, he knows about the praise thing, too!

That seems to tip Philip over the edge, but he's disappointingly quiet about it, making only a few hitched gasps, then exhaling forcefully out of his nose. He does, however, look into my eyes as he gives me the reward for my efforts (and, one could argue, tolerance in putting up with the endless teasing I'd received).

"Mmm," the vice admiral moans, enjoying his view. "Don't dribble."

I swallow all that Sir's given me, then lick him clean. Philip leans down, his hands cradling my face, and gives me a short but rather possessive kiss, thanking me but once again reassuring me. He straightens up, and, more as a gesture of appreciation than an expectation, I put him back in his trousers and zip him up.

Vice Admiral Smith sighs, thoroughly spent. "Don't know how you found him, sir, but you're a lucky devil. My yeoman would never do that."

"It took a bloody long time, but the effort is worth it," Philip explains, sitting down next to us and handing me a glass of bourbon. "This does not leave this space, of course, understand?"

"Yes sir." He turns to me. "Are you alright?"

I nod, trying to process what just happened. "It's...a lot, sir, but yeah...I think so." I take a sip of my bourbon.

"Yes, I imagine it is. I enjoyed our time together, and I hope I didn't frighten you too much."

"It'd have been worse if he wasn't here," I blatantly tell him, pointing at Philip.

"It's good to see you both get on so well."

I sneak a glance at Sir, who sort of bashfully looks away, feigning interest in something on the bulkhead.

"I...uh...enjoyed it too, sir." I blush, not wanting to admit it, but I don't want him feeling guilty at all.

Vice Admiral Smith smiles at me, and proceeds to put my dick back in my trousers. "I maintain that you are very distracting...with that nice...plump bulge of yours." He gives me a gentle squeeze.

I raise my eyebrows as I finish my drink. "Sir I don't mean to be rude but I can't go again," I say as I get off him, easing myself up and stretching out my leg.

He snickers at me. "Philip was right, you are fun."

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"Vice Admiral Smith has suggested that, since you'll be spending it with the Queen, I uh, spend the last night on board with him."

"How do you feel about that?" Philip asks as he rinses the leftover shaving cream from his face.

"Well, uh, I'm definitely not accustomed to being...'in demand,' but...I don't hate the idea. He's offered me dinner, at least."

After drying his face, he smirks at me. "Best not disappoint him then." He winks at me.

"Oh my god," I sigh, exasperated, "you...YOU KNEW!"

He laughs, pleased with having kept this plot under wraps.

#Devin's shit fanfiction #working for Sea Duke #The DTF Chronicles #tw: anachronistic bullshit #we fuck and there is nothing anyone can do about it

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mynapathera · 2 years

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The U.S is interfering in my home country and I refuse to quietly sit back and let this happen

The Pakistani prime minister Imran Khan was voted out due to threats from the U.S. I am urging you all to read and share this as our voices are being silenced in most media.

This is an extremely bold claim and one i dont want to believe but there is enough of a motive and evidence to show this took place. I would like to preface this with the fact that i have done alot of research into the past, the present and the current situation as best as i could, i cant say its completely unbiased as its shaped by me living in pakistan while the past regimes were active and with all of my extended family still living there and experiencing all this first hand but that is precisely why im talking about this.

Imran Khan has been extremely important for our country and protests have burst out globally in response to his undemocratic take down, why? well heres some highlights of his reign as prime minister:

He INTRODUCED HEALTHCARE

he initated a program that paid people to plant trees and managed to have MORE THAN A BILLION TREES PLANTED

especially promoting planting fruit trees whenever and wherever to the general public (which is an extremely smart move as if they grow to start giving fruit thatll be a free source of food tho the only source of this information is my memories of a speech he had during a summer a few years ago and my mom also being interested in planting because of this)

ONE OF THE BEST PANDEMIC RESPONSES ON EARTH i am not joking despite our country being the 5th most populated country on earth:

i am talking lockdowns for short periods of time when necessary, giving out money and rations during these lockdowns so already doing more than the US did with a tiny fraction of the budget

Focused on minorites more than any PM in recent history before him, restoring and allowing sikhs and hindus to finally visit their holy places that exist in Pakistan after previous governements had them shut down

PUSHED FOR RENEWABLE ENERGY declining coal plants and starting a couple of dam projects

Focused on education!!! education for the poor and the ones the rich were extremely different (i would know, i lived both) and he made a system to fix that!! all the way up to high school!!!

i couldnt find sources for this one but there were news reports and physical videos showcasing free to use housing for people visiting out of town that couldnt pay for a hotel like at railways, its hard to fake actual buildings that didnt exist so im bringing this up

Fought back against the massive amounts of islamophobia and heading talks at UN centered around the extremism against muslims, some reporters say he was the first and perhaps only muslim prime minsiter or political person to do so but i have no source for that so take that part with a grain of salt

And this is just a highlight reel of the stuff he managed to accomplish, he had even been discussing programs to pay the unemployed which would be amazing, my own parents thought it was a bad idea but it shows how much he puts our people before anything else!!! He is nowhere near perfect but he tries and has done alot of good and that is so much more than we can say about our previous governments!

Now he has been thrown out of our government, how? The parties asked to commence a no-confidence vote against him in parliament. But amongst themselves, not the population. That already feels extremely undemocratic as thats based on what the parliament wants and going against what the people want but it gets worse as before it could take place he revealed a letter sent to the government by the U.S essentially saying that if he is not kicked out through a no-confidence motion and if Pakistan doesnt cut ties with others, he and Pakistan will suffer. THEY SENT A THREAT LETTER. Due to laws he cannot share the letter itself but some agencies confirmed its legitamacy. And while the U.S denied this the one delivering the letter dodged any questions about that meeting thus cementing some legitamicy to this claim. A day after the meeting where the letter was delivered, the opposing parties applied for a no-confidence motion to take place!! He asked for the motion to be shut down as its coming from outside forces aka the U.S, and the parliament was ok with it but then those same parties took it to court (which according to some sources is technically not how the government runs in Pakistan, the court does not weigh in on matters of the parliament usually but i cannot verify this) and they set up shop in the middle of the night out of nowhere to have the motion played out and so he was kicked out.

In his place came the brother of a previous prime minister, a convicted criminal who is supposed to be in jail who is hiding out in london after lying about being sick and being allowed to travel out of country to recover. He was only allowed a few months and it has been years, even his passport has expired oh but his brothers first task was to get him a diplomatic passport because of course the brother of a criminal is supporting a criminal.

So far they have increased the massive amounts of inflation that Imran had been holding back, despite their entire media campaigns against him being that he ‘mismanaged finances and has increased expenses’ aka being a complete hypocrit and have silenced people against them by robbing and/or arresting them and also setting up blockades and creating entire media blackouts so as few people as possible can learn of the protests. And yet these protests have still managed to be some of the largest in our history.

I am not the kind to speak up online, instead choosing to share views from people with closer or better perspectives. However, due to the near complete silence i’ve seen in most media except for when I’m actively seeking it out, i have no choice but to talk about this.

This is why im making this! I have not seen media talking about this beyond Imran Khan being thrown out and the allegations but it is necessary!! Our demands are simple, either take the allegations seriously or some international forum to weigh in or do a re-election and let the people decide. If anyone has any contradicting information or things to add on feel free to respond though i ask you to have sources as well and I will do my utmost best to give you an informed response through research and with sources. There are no support channels that im aware of that you can donate to, all i ask is that you all spread awareness of what is going on in my country, share this, respost this, share this however you please just send the message across the internet and make everyone aware of what is occuring. We refuse to be slaves to the US, we refuse to be puppets thrown about as they choose!!

#signal boost #support #important #please read

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sinfulx · 2 years

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bnha boys after u storm out

featuring... Denki, Tamaki, Todoroki, Shigaraki, Dabi summary... after an argument, you storm out of the shared house to cool down warnings... none rlly, just angst to fluff !

Denki - he fucked up, didn’t he? you critized him, you wanted him to change, therefore it’s your fault, you have to take the blame, own up to your mistakes. he’s terribly sorry for lashing out, so come home. work out the problems that need fixing, he regrets accidentally zapping you when he was brushing youre hair, he truly does! so why did you bring it up? did your emotions get ahead of yourself? his brain can’t do much, but you have to know he’s trying! he couldn’t put the blame on you if he tried, and he tried. resting on that couch that you two would sit on and laugh at each other. the memories never go away, and he will wait until you are emotionally prepared to turn the doorknob and open the door. he just hopes he didn’t fuck up too hard.

Tamaki - poor boy, the guilt is already rushing at him, like a bullet yet in slow mode, he can see it coming. he missed you so fucking much, he didnt mean it. he didnt mean those selfish words that shooted out of his mouth, how his confidence built up so high just for him to shout something so violent and mean. he’s anxiety was helped with you by his side, and how grateful he is. he felt like grabbing out his hair, he already felt tears fall down his cheeks, his skin was stained red, he’s thoughts of you not returning corrupted his mind, you made him feel this way, you should be sorry, shouldn’t you? running away from someone you loved. yet he felt the guilt wash away, like the storm finally stopping, revealing a beautiful sky when you returned. your face was red, covered with those salty tears. we could put this aside us, couldn’t we? Todoroki - he’s eyes are widened with fear. you couldn’t have left him, he kept telling his mind that you would come back and everything would be normal, he wished that the argument never happened, maybe you’d still be curled up and cuddling him, rubbing your hand through his half and half hair. but he couldn’t comprehend your fragile body twisting the doorknob, opening it and looking back to his frozen self as you walk out and bang the door shut. he didn’t even flinch when he heard that noise, just stared. he shook his head, quickly grabbing his phone to shoot you a text. ‘i love u, just please dont go. we can work this out’ he never meant any careless word he said, anything in that argument was stupid and immature. he wanted you back more than ever. Shigaraki - he shouldn’t have screamed at you, no. he worded that inappropriately, he shouldn’t have used you. he treated like a solid piece of gold, yet nothing worth value. you were his key to win, a pawn in a selfish game of chess, and he successfully did so, he didn’t need your bitter tone, he gave you a roof over your head, food and water. you should know not to talk to your leader like that. so the disappointment and guilt wash over him, it was sickening, it made him vomit. you were nothing to him, he fully convinced himself that, so why was it affecting him like he loved you? he’s acting so pathetic over stupid you. love wasn’t fair to him, you were something that wasn’t fair, maybe even something that he’d care about enough. oh well, he’s already heading out the door to look for your ass. Dabi - your missing presence in the room affected him, not as much as the argument nor the fact that the freezing temperatures would cause you to come back sick, he’d worry about you later, you were always the 2nd choice, because he had better things to worry about then your pathetic self. he needed to calm down before he burst into flames, quite literally. he knew you’d be back, but he still felt like he was missing something, like a puzzle without the final piece. he was missing you. he said he wouldn’t, he knew he wouldn’t, he’s too selfish to do so, too inlaid upon revenge and desire. so why does he? it makes him wonder. the argument was pointless, you were something with worth to him, you weren’t a pawn like the other girls who’d he fuck and never see them again. so a question still lingered in the air, like the fumes off the cigarettes that he’d smoke, or the charred scent that proves he’d used his quirk. when would you come home?

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Broken Vows (smut)

In this situation everyone consents.

Warnings: Smut, aggressive and jealous Druig, dirty talking, SMUT SMUt SMUT

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Summary: You make Druig jealous but you didnt think that would ever happen.

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Druig and you had been best friends for almost 3 years. The amount of time you guys spent together was immense but it almost felt like it wasn’t enough. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for him so when he asked you to move in your heart fluttered and danced at the thought of spending more time with each other. As much as you wished to be something more you couldn’t bring yourself to confess. He was too important and it wasn’t worth ruining your friendship in case he didn’t feel the same way. Going into the holidays you felt quite lonely and he wasn’t giving you any signs of reciprocated feelings through the time you two lived together. Your heart hurt every time you thought about it and the pain got harder and harder to mask.

One day while you two went out for breakfast you noticed a cute couple eating their food next your table. All you could do was admire and hide your pain as you wished that could be you and Druig, but for some reason you started to cry. You quickly got up and headed to the restroom ignoring Druigs call outs for you. Druig never used his powers on you no matter what and he trusted that whatever you needed you would always confide and come to him. As time went on he got up from the table and went to look for you in the bathroom. “Y/n..are you ok whats going on?” He questioned knocking on the door. “I’m sorry Druig it’s sad girl hours” you joked trying to pull it together. Druig chuckled shaking his head thinking on how your jokes always came out when you were truly hurt in order to not make others feel uncomfortable. “Open up let me hug you” he said in a stern yet soft tone.

No, you thought to yourself. He’d only make you feel worse by reminding you that he is not yours. The only way you would feel better would be by forgetting about him in that romantic way. You had to fall for someone else but it was going to be a challenge since you two lived together. Druig got tired of waiting so he controlled an employee to come and bring him the key to the bathroom. Druig then heard the door unlock and open , shutting down his power quickly but not quick enough because you saw a bright gold glint in his eyes making you do a double take. “Oh my god what was that?” You asked confused. “What was what?” He responded furrowing his eyebrows. “Bro your eyes changed color?” You retorted. Ugh that word again. “First of all DONT call me bro you know I don’t like it. Second of all what are you talking about? Someone opened the entrance door and the sunlight shot right into my eyes, didnt you see?” He explained quickly . You honestly thought it made sense so you just let it go. “Whats going on silly? Why are you running off into the the bathroom like that, what’s wrong?” he asked brushing your hair from your face and readjusting your sweater. “It’s nothing really I just saw someone who looked like my mom and it reminded me of how much I miss her” you lied.

Druig was super chill most of the time but when you lied it made his blood boil. He needed to know what you were thinking and he couldn’t force you to tell him. Well he could but he vowed not to. He trusted you would tell him eventually. Druig didnt just like you, he obsessed and wanted you all too himself. He longed for you in every single way possible and hoped that by you moving in, you would be able to feel the same. He waited and waited but you just didn’t say what he need you to say.He settled for having you with him in his home that way if anyone came into your life he would be the first one to know. As you two got home he retreated into his room for a couple of hours not wanting to talk about the previous incident. He felt hurt that you lied. He knew you didn’t even like your mom enough to cry for her.

His room was his sanctuary it’s was filled with pictures of you and stolen little goodies that he got from your room when you were out. If he couldn’t have you then he would need to take private things from you to feel intimately connected. Druig pulled his favorite portrait from his night stand smiled as he remembered what a fun day that was. It was a picture of you two at the beach posing as Sandy and Danny from your favorite movie Grease. You had a sexy swimsuit on and it hugged you in all the right places. Druig often pleasured himself staring at that picture. I mean you looked absolutely bangin. He felt himself get hard and started to palm himself over his sweatpants, making him groan. His attention was quickly diverted to the door when he heard you on the phone with someone.

“Yes I can meet you there now. I’ll be there in about 15min. See you there” you hung up the phone and sat down near the entrance. Druig hummed to himself wondering who you were taking to. He came out of his bedroom to find a beautiful sight. You were wearing the most beautiful outfit he’s ever seen you wear and you smelled so sweet like candy. His eyes darkened at his intrusive thoughts about tearing it to shreds and taking you right then and there, but obviously he couldn’t.. “Where to y/n?” He asked raking up and down your body. As you were putting on your heels you looked up at him and answered “ I’m going out with a friend from high school “. Druigs heart dropped to his stomach. Not because of sadness, no, but due to inexplicable anger. “I’m sorry what? Since when do you have friends outside of me?” He asked shocked and enraged. “I haven’t seen her in forever. I’ll be back soon.” You said nervously. You weren’t sure why you were nervous but you didn’t want him to know that one, it wasn’t a her, and two, that you were lying.

Druig grabbed your keys right as you were about to get them and threw them across the room, making you feel some type of way. “Who are you meeting with and don’t you dare fucking lie because I’ll know” he growled approaching you and cornering you into a wall. “Driug, what’s wrong with you? Get away from me” you asked trying to push him away. Druig leaned down to your neck and inhailed your intoxicating scent closing his eyes and uttered a soft “mmm” as he looked back up at you. “You’re not dressed as if you were meeting with a “her”” he whispered staring at you, making you dart your eyes elsewhere. The tension was building up in your stomach and it was soon falling down into your lower region. You never knew he could be this jealous but you certainly didn’t mind.“I’m meeting with a friend. His name is James but he goes by Bucky. Can you let me go now?” You asked.

His eye twitched and his expression changed to something you’ve never seen before. His body felt as if it was lit on fire. The thought of you meeting with another pathetic human male made him feel enraged. “You’re not going anywhere” he said as his eyes lit up, showing you the familiar glint you saw earlier but then your mind went blank. He made you walk to his bedroom and he sat you on his bed. He brought you back and smirked as he finally gave in to himself and broke the vow he swore by.

“Druig,… what just happened” You asked shocked. He smiled and got on your side, running his finger down your face and over your lips, licking his own in the process. Your face burned and the closeness, it was too much for you, he smelled so good and you even wondered how he would taste. His eyes turned gold and your head felt light and disoriented. “Princess, such naughty little thoughts in there.Don’t worry, I’m about to give you a little taste.” he said holding the back of your head gently as he leaned in placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your lips melted into his but you soon pulled away not wanting to misinterpret what he just did. “What’s happening Druig, who are you” You questioned. Druig grew frustrated so he, quickly controlled you again and made you stay still. He pressed his lips onto yours once again, loving the way your soft lips felt on his. He let you go right after and you yourself started to kiss back making him smile knowing damn well you wanted this too, you just needed a little push. You had a huge soft spot for him and when he kissed you , pulling away wasn’t something you wanted anymore. He controlled you, but you weren’t sure how, thus making you question it again

“Druig what’s going on” you asked needing an explanation. Druig groaned and rolled his eyes getting up from the bed and running his fingers through his hair, “So many questions…I’m an eternal Y/n, I have the ability to control many minds at once and get into peoples heads, as well as make them do exactly what I need them to do. I’m immortal and I was sent to earth some time ago to do a specific task that we don’t need to talk about now. I fell in love with this planet when I met you. I’ve been hiding this because I wanted to make sure you felt the same before I told you my truth. Does that answer your question?” You honestly didn’t believe him but he also just MADE you do something. You were at a loss for words and sort of afraid at this new information.

“I-I need to go. I have somewhere to be” you stuttered but as soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it. His soft expression was wiped clean from his face and nostrils flared with anger. “DONT you get it? I fucking love you, I’m not letting you go out with another man knowing you have feelings for me. I’d have to be dead first. And this whole bullshit about you missing your mom and going to see a “girl” friend isn’t going to fly. I cant believe you would lie to me” he said raising his voice. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he actually wanted you just like you wanted him. You pressed your lips together and leaned down to try and hide the smile that was threatening to show. Hmmm, let’s see how far I can push him, you thought to yourself. As you stood up from the bed, you cleared your throat and said, “Druig , I feel the same way but I already told James I’d meet him there. It’ll be a friendly meeting.” You explained. Druig controlled you again and made you text James.

“Loose my number, I have a boyfriend now” the text read. It didn’t even take a minute before Bucky texted back. “Are you serious?” Druig made you block and delete his number so that he couldn’t contact you anymore. Druig brought you back and pulled you up by your neck. “Is this what you want? Do you want me to get intense, because babygirl I can show you a side of me that’ll have you begging for me and only me.” He ghosted over your lips making you feel weak at the knees. “I can make you do anything for me, but I’m confident that you already wanna do that anyway. Am I right ?” He teased kissing down your neck. “Y-yess” you moaned as he bit and sucked on your soft spot. He hummed in approval and he trailed back up onto your lips. It was a passionate and messy kiss, you weren’t sure why it was so easy to just get lost in him but it felt so good, it felt right. He pulled your hair down so that you could look at him, his beautifully colored eyes mesmerizing you, “From this point on you’re mine. Mine to control, mine to love, and mine to enjoy. However I am going to give you one chance to back out and this is it. Do you want this? Because once we start..I will not let you go…ever. You’ll be mine for eternity” he said seriously. Without a second thought you answered, “yes I want this. I want you” you answered wanting nothing more than to be with him in every way possible.

“Good girl” he smiled crashing his lips onto yours , making you fall back onto his bed. He kissed you with such hunger and desperation, you almost couldn’t keep up. The force of it made you fall back into his mattress, He then took this opportunity to crawl up on top of you and straddle you so that you couldn’t move around much. He disconnected the kiss, seeing a strand of saliva connecting the both of your lips. He admired how beautiful you looked all hot and bothered under him. “Fuck I could get used to this” he whispered to himself as he grabbed a fistful of your top and tore it open exposing your breast. He ran his hands over your mounds and squeezed them making you whimper. Your bra was a front clipping one so it gave him quick access to your breasts. As he snapped it , your nipples hardened at the cool sensation of the room. Druig sucked on your nipple while pressing his hips onto you. You felt his dick pressing against your panties and you even wondered how big he was. “I’m going to mark you in every way that I can princess, I’m going to mark you as my property.” He said leaving love bites and hickeys on your breasts and your collarbones.

After he was satisfied he got up and took his clothes off, showing his muscular and toned body. Your eyes soon trailed down to his big throbbing dick, wondering how it would even fit inside you. Druig undressed you in a split second and flipped you on your tummy pressing you down onto the mattress. He gave your ass a couple slaps loving the way it reacted when he smacked you. He moved your legs apart and rose you up by your hips. “I can’t wait till I’m so deep inside you princess. I just know you’re eager to have me too, all I’ve done is touch you and you’re already dripping. Don’t worry love, I’ll make you feel so so good” he said rubbing his tip on your clit moaning at the friction. Not a minute later and you were already begging for him. “Please Druig , I need to feel you” oh fuck, his absolute favorite. You begging. He’s fantasized about this for so long, he just needs to hear more. “Mmm baby..I like you begging….do it again” he commanded teasing your entrance now. “Please Druig, I need to feel you inside of me. I want to know how it feels to please you. I’m begging you, please give it to me master” he let out an animalistic growl and slammed into you fast. He moaned and grunted at your tightness. Never in all his existence did he ever feel this good. He needed this..he needs you, forever. He started to move in and out with a fast pace making you see stars. Your moans and dirty words were music to his ears. He leaned down and wrapped his hand on your neck, squeezing you. “Whos are you” he said with gritted teeth. “Yours Druig, o-..only yours” you squeezed out. “And who am I?” He whispered in your ear as he nibbled on it making you shiver. “M-Master, you’re my master” you chocked. He released your neck and got back up, bringing you up on all fours and then pushing your face back down onto his mattress. He held your hips and started to ram into you at an unrealistic speed. Your head bounced and drool soon fell from your mouth, he was hitting your gspot over and over again bringing you closer and closer to your release. He felt you were near as you started to clench around him. “Cum for me y/n…Do as I say” he moaned trying to not cum himself. “Y-yes master” and with that you both came at the same time. Your whole body shook in pleasure at the same time his dick coated your insides. He rode both your highs out and collapsed next to you, bringing your tired body close to him, your ass pressing against his glistening dick.

“Tell me that wasn’t worth the wait” he chuckled placing a kiss behind your neck. You smiled and brought his hand to your lips, giving it a quick kiss. “So worth it, Master” you giggled. You expected a giggle from him too but he stayed silent. You then felt his rehardening dick poking your ass. “Ugh baby I need some more, you can’t just say that and not expect me to fill that tight little pushy of yours full of my cum.” He said grinding onto you. “But I’m tired” you teased pretending to sleep, but you couldn’t prevent the wave of arousal that hit you.He used his powers again and made you get on top of him, his hand fell to your ass and he started to massage it. “But I’m not. Do as master says, I don’t want to have to make you” he smiled.

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