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privitivium · 3 months

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*climbs onto stage and grabs microphone before getting close* dombot dio with a werewolf subtop reader. also facesitting. and riding. and whatever else u wanna add. that is all. have a gud day:) *drops microphone and leaves stage*

finally amiright?! trying not to think about how its jonathans body. this is during p3 but no one else is mentioned besides vanilla ice

afab dombot dio w werewolf subtop reader!

cw;; petplay, facesitting, riding.. f,,felching....... hooray!

I see this with him fucking with you constantly but you take it like a champ. you, a clear masochist of sorts, who's on par with dios’ build - only inches taller than him! he constantly talks down to you,,, you being some sort of henchman for him, akin to vanilla ice - being affected by a stand user of some sorts long before you meet dio that turns you into some kinda werewolf. ears and tail sprouting from your muscular body and having no control over your rather animalistic urges of wanting to sniff, chew, hunt, and breed. dio… he takes the reins over you rather easily. you submit yourself to him - someone who's a mythological being as you were, a vampire... fantasizing about his teeth sinking into your neck - while at times, jerking off to the opposite; your teeth in his neck… you'd doubt he'd ever let you mark him. [ he would wear it proudly! ]

dio, oftentimes discarding women and men alike and leaving you alone to roam the building with other stand users who didn't seem to like you. jaw clenched in anger as you pace.. your tail frazzled as you roam the halls before he merely mutters your name under his breath while on the other side of the mansion - and there you were, right in front of him. all it takes is dio to say your name - a simple whisper, and there you were so happily on your knees with a tail wagging and ears perked - nearly panting! corpses that were now zombies shuffling past you out the doorㅡ

“hnn.. there's my good boy.” ㅡ yes that's right. you were his good boy - nor was anyone else his good boy. you never heard him refer to anyone else as good, nor his own! trembling, so excited you can't help the blood that shoots straight to your cock at his words. unashamed to present yourself with a tent pitched in your clothing. he laughs at you… beckoning you closer. dio, so shamelessly naked, yet it's his words that make you pop a boner!? “so terribly eager… how can i not take advantage of that, hm? though, i never liked dogs…” but he likes you !!! some idiotic beast of a man who… coincidentally… is a sort of dog… dio cooing at you, calling you a horrible thing and insulting your existence, yet he's so proud to ride your cock and hum in satisfaction of how well you fill his cunt, reminding you that you're nothing but the dirt on the sole of his shoe - how you should be so grateful that he's letting you lay on his bed and letting you feel his innards like this - the usual.

dio thoughtfully scratched at your ears while methodically moving along your veiny girth, jaw clenched as he feels himself being stretched beyond just to accommodate your dick - it's been a short while of him fucking himself on you… making sure to mention that. something about your horrid mongrel cock filling him up so deliciously good. the way you unconsciously leer up at him, watching him in wonder with glazed eyes as he bounces himself on your upright prick and feeling the divot of the head along his walls…

watching as you bite your glossy lips - your adorable little fangs that could not be compared to his own - your huge hands clutching at his expensive bed sheets strewn about instead of his thighs - so good, “so good… precious.” knowing not to grasp onto the fat of his thighs and force him down at your own pace - such a good boy to listen… yet, your thoughts weren't as precious. staring up into his crimson eyes wordlessly as whimpers and little gasps fall from your lips; watching as his pretty blond tufts of hair bounce with his movements - desperately wanting to push him over and snap your jaw at the crook of his shoulder and fuck into him at a needy, hurried pace… a-ah…

“disgusting fucking mutt… have you no restraint? despicable,” he grunts in dissatisfaction, face scrunched in mild disgust and anger as your hips jerked into him, painting his walls white with your seed... your bulky body trembling underneath him and whimpering tearful apologies for how quickly you came inside him -

“s-sorry… i'm so sorry, you- you feel so good‐ sorry, so sorry Lord Dio!!” you can’t help yourself - he's so lovely and he's calling you his good boy and he f-feels so good-!! you've tried training yourself to last … longer… but it's futile… all he can tell you is just;; “... be a good boy and clean it up.” a dash humorously. you were so stupid and adorable, that he couldn't not exploit your affection for him. obviously, you wouldn't be opposed to eating your cum out of his cunt, right? of course not. you would never oppose him. wanting the others to write in jealousy like the bastard you were - that damned man you were rivals with - competing for dio's affection when it's so obvious lord dio has chose you as his little mutt to shower in insults and affection..

maneuvering himself to hover over your face, your cum dripping from his folds and fuck he looks so beautiful. marveling... you couldn't get enough of the mere scent of his cunt and now… fluttering above you - dio paying no heed to your twitching ears and a little uncaring of your sudden lowly whimpers and - promptly sits… your face buried in his cunt drenched in your cum, choking before steeling yourself over and eagerly lapping your disgusting salty fluids from his pussy - nearly begging as your tail whips at a lightning speed pace - arms wrapping around his thighs, no restraint as he so insulted you for… thanking him. as his good pet should! “thank you… t-thank you,,, lord dio.. mmfgh.” in-between licks, before focusing on the hole pouring his fluids - intermingled with yours… cock straining, nearly cumming again from the taste and scent alone.,,

#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #x sub male reader!#sub male reader #dio brando x male reader #dio brando x m reader!#jjba x m reader #jjba x male reader #hoorayy!!^!^!!!#jojo =͟͟͞͞★

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cyripticchronicler · 2 months

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oki oki so basically a muggle bookstore au where shy!remus is a worker there, f!writer!reader just moving into town, and after a while, shes a regular and remus starts to yk, get a little crushy crush. And it’s mutual 2 so thats gud. He finally asks her on a date or sum when its been 6 months since they like talked with like flowers and chocolate and everything (AWWWWW). THEN THEN THEN, they hang out at his house and the other marauders walk in and be like, “you finally asked her out? BOUT FCKING TIME!” And then they all laugh and hang out then BOOM smut! (If you’re comfortable of course!)

sorry if its a weeee bit long, its 1AM when i saw the cry for requests so 🤷‍♀️

BYEEE! (My signature emoji is 🚐)

Whispers of the Page - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Shy!Remus Lupin x F!writer!Reader

Summary: Having recently moved, you were in dire need of more books. But the last thing you expected was to catch the owner of the bookshop's attention.

Word count: 4k+ (I went overboard)

Warnings: Smut (My first smut ever posted plz be nice) Kissing, shy Remus?? Is that a warning?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! You're my first request EVER so thank you I appreciate it so much! I hope I did your request justice, I tried my hardest :)

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Humming quietly, your heels click along the cobbled path. You hold your coat up above your head in a desperate attempt to keep your hair dry. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you sigh in relief when you find the store you’ve been wanting to visit for weeks now.

Rushing into the warmly lit shop, the bell jingles when you enter. The smell of old books and candles immediately engulfs you, warming your body from head to toe and you shift so your coat is slung over your arm.

Your heeled boots are quiet against the patterned carpet, and you take a few moments to take everything in. The bookshop is covered with books, ones that look brand new and others that have been well loved, their spines cracked and pages doggy-eared. Lamps light the room, placed in every nook and corner of the cramped space.

Looking to the right, you jump slightly when you realise you’re not alone. Standing behind a covered counter stands a young man, book in hand as he reads quietly, fingers turning the page every few minutes. He’s dressed well, an old grandpa sweater tucked into a pair of brown dress pants. His brown, shabby hair shields his face, but you peek at the sight of his sharp jawline.

Wanting a proper look at him, you mutter a “Hello,” heart speeding up when he looks at you, his gentle eyes meeting yours. You didn’t expect him to be so pretty. He’s gorgeous. You knew he’d be if his jawline was any indication. His face is covered with scars, but that doesn't diminish his beauty, it adds to it. His cheeks flush when he notices you staring at him and he looks down to bookmark his book before looking up.

“Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?” His voice is warm and smooth like honey, a red flush warming his cheeks as he avoids eye contact.

You smile at his shyness, moving to a shelf at grabbing ones you find interesting. “No, thank you. I’ve just moved and I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” You hold up your hands that are already stacked with books. “I need to stock up.”

You hear him place his book down from where you're inspecting this fantasy book, listening to his quiet steps as he walks towards you. He leans against the shelf beside you, awkwardly placing his hand on his hip before dropping it, falling to his side as he stands straight, cheeks still tinted red.

“Do you need any book recommendations?” He questions, his eyes finally coming in contact with yours. You feel a cool shiver run down your spine but you ignore it. “Yeah,” You shoot him a shy smile, “I’d love some.” It was a slight lie. Sure, you’d love more book recommendations but you definitely didn't need any to add to your long list of books to read.

He starts listing off more books, seemingly more comfortable while he wanders around the store, picking up books as he goes. “So,” He starts, “You said you’ve just recently moved?” He inspects an older-looking book before adding it to the pile.

“Yeah, I decided it was time to leave my home town and focus more on writing.”

“Writing, eh? What do you write?”

Your cheeks heat, though you will them not to, readying for the teasing to come. “I write romance books.” His eyes perk up, shooting me a small smile as he adds another book to the pile. “I love romance books. Written any that I’d know?”

I laugh, following him to the counter. “No, I haven’t published a book. Yet.”

He starts scanning the books, placing them in a brown paper bag as he does. “Well, you must tell me when you do. I want to read it.” His cheeks flush as he speaks the words, hands slightly shaking while he rings you up.

You notice the cost being cheaper than you expected and shoot him a curious look which he just whispers a quiet “Half price.” You will your cheeks not to heat, paying for the books with a barely concealed smile. You go to leave, bag in hand but stop at the exit.

“What’s your name?”

He looks up from where he’s staring blankly at his book. “Remus. You?”

You mutter your name, trying your best to not skip down the pathway, already planning your next visit to the store.

–

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

It’s your nephew's birthday soon and he loves reading as much as you do so you’ve decided to stop by the store to pick up a present for him. Bell ringing as you enter, you notice Remus isn’t standing behind the counter like before and frown.

Warm glow guiding your path, you make your way to the young adult section, hands tracing the spines of books as you search for a specific one. Your head turns at the sound of shuffling coming towards you. Heating when you spot Remus making his way to you, a pile of books in hand while he searches for an empty spot on the shelves.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

He snaps out of his trance, shooting a bright smile your way. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He laughs breathlessly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before he remembers the books in his hands and hurries to catch them before they fall to the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Not on me, but I think I have a couple of copies in the back. Let me just put these books away and I’ll grab one.” You nod and follow behind him while he puts the last few books away, waiting outside the ‘staff only’ door while he goes around back and grabs the book

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Thank you,” You grin when he hands you the book, walking to the counter while he follows. You spot a worn book on the counter and recognise it immediately. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”

“Re-reading,” He corrects. “It’s one of my favourite books.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket while he stares.

“It’s one of my favourite books too!” You exclaim, rather too enthusiastically. “It’s tied with Emma.”

He breaks the short eye contact and scans your book. “I haven’t read that yet, but I’ll add it to my list.”

You grow shy, hands fiddling with your sweater nervously. “Yeah, you could tell me what you thought about it, too.” His eyes widen adorably at your words, cheeks red as a tomato while he nods furiously.

“Y-yeah.” He hands you the book and you smile, making your way to the exit. “I’ll see you next time, Remus.”

–

‘Next time’ turned into visiting his shop fortnightly, your bank account getting lighter each time you visited the shop. Over time, through scarce conversation, you’ve learnt that Remus owns the bookshop and is the only one who works there, and that, out of his two best friends Sirius and James, he’s the only one who enjoys reading.

He’s learnt that you’re working part-time at this bakery while you work on getting your first book published and that you’ve been writing for years, but only decided to turn it into a profession recently.

It’s clear that Remus likes books, and he’s visibly more comfortable when talking about them. Instead of his quiet voice, he gets louder and waves his hands around in enthusiasm. You find it adorable and have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking him out every time.

You’re not even sure he likes you. I mean, sure, he’s all blushy and shy around you but he could act like that around everyone.

Months of talking and wandering around the bookstore have gone by, and every day you find it harder to control your infatuation with him.

And, though you admire the beautiful bookshop, you’re dying to actually go out with him.

And that’s what brings you here today, on a cloudy day, rain threatening to fall at any moment. You don’t have any books to buy, or any recommendations you want, you’re only here for one thing and one thing only; to ask Remus out.

The familiar ring of the bell greets you as you enter, your eyes instinctively searching for Remus, spotting him in the corner of the store, his sharp features highlighted by the dimly lit lamps.

He looks up from where he’s dusting a shelf, eyes lighting up as he meets yours. “Hey!” Walking over towards you, he reaches his arm out before awkwardly letting it hang by his side. Casting a look at the ‘Staff Only’ door a few feet away, his hands start fidgeting with his red patterned grandpa sweater. “I uh- I have something for you.” He mutters, suddenly shy as he avoids your eyes.

Your eyes light up, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything.” His cheeks flush even redder if possible, and you bite your tongue to hold back a loud ‘awww.’

“It’s in the back. Let me just-” He gestures to the back door before hurriedly walking through it. Your eyebrows raise when you hear loud thumping and quiet swearing.

“Remus? Are you okay?” The sounds of crashing stop immediately and he clears his throat before responding. His voice still cracks when he shouts, “I’m coming!”

That’s what she said.

A second later he comes back out, a hand behind his back as he attempts to hide whatever crinkles behind him. You take a deep breath and feign confidence. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you too.”

He nods in acknowledgement, using his free hand to scratch awkwardly at his nose. “I-I would prefer if I talked first.”

You nod your head, offering him a reassuring smile. He smiles in return before showing me what was behind his back. You can’t stop the small gasp from passing your lips, eyes wide as you take the ‘bouquet’ of books from his stretched-out hand.

“T-” You clear your throat, “This is for me?” Cheeks hot, he nods and rubs the back of his neck. “I-I also bought you chocolates. I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next so they’re still at home.” He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “Go out with me. Please.”

Your eyes widen an unconstrained snort escaping your nose. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you slap your hand against your mouth, and you watch as his head hangs in defeat.

You hurry to fix your mistake. “Wait! No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I laugh in a lot of situations, whether good or bad- I once laughed at a wed- That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that I’d love to go out with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

One hand still holding the bouquet, you reach your other hand out to rest on his shoulder, successfully gaining his attention as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“I do, I promise. I just found it funny because I came here today to ask you out but you- you beat me to it. I-It was just funny.” You shrug, awkwardly smiling at him.

“So…You do want to go out with me?” You nod and his eyes light up, flashing you a blinding smile. “How about my place? Sunday? I don’t think my roommates will be home.” His eyes widen. “-Not that I’m trying to get ‘lucky’ or anything.”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’d love that.” Pulling out your phone, he takes it from your hand. “Just text me the address.”

Long, nimble fingers type in your phone and you attempt to distract yourself from his veiny hands. Your heart beats in excitement, mind already racing through what outfit to wear, and how you’ll style your hair.

How you’re going to get any sleep at all over the next couple of days is beyond you.

—

Knuckles against wood announce your arrival as you stand awkwardly in front of the door, comfy leggings and sweater barely protecting you against the cold, frigid air. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, Remus’ smiling face comes into view as he opens the door.

“Hey, come in. It’s freezing out there,” He opens the door wider and you don’t hesitate in walking into the threshold, excited to get away from the horrible weather. He shuts the door behind you, the cold wind blocked off as your body finally starts to warm up.

“Wait here,” Remus says eagerly and you nod, taking the time alone to take your shoes off and calm down your racing heart. His house seems nice, a mixture of Remus and his two roommates Sirius and James personalities peaking through the decorations.

You’re inspecting a miniature aeroplane that lays on a table beside the front door when Remus comes back, a pink heart-shaped box in his hand. He spots you looking at the plane and smiles, “James picked that out. He’s training to be a pilot right now. He loves flying.”

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile as an awkward silence fills the room. He scratches his head awkwardly before seemingly remembering the box. “Oh! T-this is for you.” He all but shoves it into your hands and you take it gratefully, carefully pulling away the heart-shaped lid to look at all the chocolates inside.

You internally aw, “Thank you! I actually got you something as well.”

He perks up, eyes widening in excitement. “Yeah?” You nod, placing the chocolates down on the table and reaching into your bag to pull it out.

His eyes are blown wide, lips slightly parted as he takes the string-bound pieces of paper from you. “No…Is this what I think it is?” He questions in shock.

“If you’re thinking that this is my first official copy of my book then yes.” He’s shell-shocked, flipping through the pages and admiring the cover. “This-this is amazing, I can’t wait to read it.”

It’s like he can’t control himself as he walks closer to you, wrapping you into his arms, the scent of tea and parchment invading your nose as you stuff your face in his neck. You wrap your arms around his waist, too focused on the way he’s holding you to acknowledge the small ‘thank you’ he whispers your way.

Pulling back a bit, you move your head out of his neck to look at him and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, almost like he’s in a daze. You reach up, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you lean forward.

He does the same, licking his plump lips. His hot breath fans your face and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. Pulling him closer, your lips are centimetres apart-

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You jump out of his grasp in seconds, turning towards the intruder while Remus swears.

“I thought you guys would be back later.” Remus interrogates. You assume the ‘intruders’ are Sirus and James, easily being able to tell who's who from the amount of stories Remus has told you about them.

Sirius is too busy sending Remus a teasing look to respond so James steps up, “We forgot something, don’t worry, Moony. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” James leaves to retrieve whatever they forgot while Sirius stands, still smirking at Remus.

He ignores Remus’ glare, turning to face you, “Hello! Sorry I haven't introduced myself, I’m Sirius. And you are?” He apologises though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You tell him your name, watching as he shoots a teasing smile towards Remus.

“I know you! Remus can’t shut up about you. Honestly, it’s either; ‘She looked so pretty today I almost died’ or, ‘Today's the day, I’m going to ask her out.’ Honestly, I probably know everything about you considering how much Remus talks about you.”

Remus groans quietly from beside you and you place your hand on his arm in reassurance - something Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wiggle his eyebrows at. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“-Yes it is.” James returns from his scavenger hunt, wallet in hand. “Hopefully now that Remus has finally asked you out he’ll stop talking about you so often. It’s always, ‘Her hair is so shiny,’ and, ‘Her eyes are brighter than the sun, they’re the light that guides my path, the sunshine to my moon-”

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” Remus’ dark, annoyed voice interrupts, cheeks flaming as he shoots a lethal glare their way.

James’s hands raised in surrender. “Okay then, I guess we should go before Moony over here kills us,” they walk towards the front door, cold air slicing through the warm room, “Remember to wear protection!” He screams before slamming the door shut.

Turning to face Remus, an amused look on your face, he shoves his face into his hands but winces when he realises he’s still holding your book. His muttered threats filtered through the air and you bite your lip to conceal your laughter. He shakes his head, shooting me an apologetic look. “I am so sorry-”

“Why?” You laugh, “They seem great.”

He visibly relaxes, “Really?” You nod, “Yeah. Now, what do you want to do? I have heaps of movie recommendations if you want to watch something.”

—

‘Ugh, as if!” Cher’s voice filters through the dim room, bundled in blankets, your head resting on Remus’ shoulder as you watch the movie.

Eyes straying from the screen, you turn your head slightly to look up at Remus. He feels your gaze immediately, “Yes?” He asks, shifting his body so he can see you properly.

You smile, “You’re just so pretty.” His cheeks flush red in record time, hand pulling you closer so your head rests against his chest.

Long, nimble fingers play with your hair while the other rests along your back. You’re practically on top of him now, your legs between his own, face propped up against your hands that lean against his chest.

“You’re pretty too,” He mutters, warm eyes tracing every inch of your face, filled with admiration like you were carved by Zeus himself. “Yeah? Are my eyes brighter than the sun? Do I guide your path-”

You barely noticed his small smile before his lips were on yours. Remus’ lips pressed against yours, emitting a muffled moan from your throat. His mouth takes yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting against your back moving further down, resting on top of your ass.

You prop yourself up with one hand beside his shoulder the other caressing his cheek. The hand that was playing with your hair now resting on your neck, gripped hard as he pulled you in closer, tongue mixing with yours like you were his lifeline.

His lips move down your throat, the feeling in your gut enhancing as his hands move over your body, hair tickling your neck.

“Please,” You gasp when you finally move away, lips swollen and covered in spit. “Please what?” He questions teasingly, thumb reaching out to stroke your red cheeks.

“I need you,” You whisper. Your stomach somersaulted at the hard feeling of something poking your stomach. Spurred on by his reaction, you kiss him again. He doesn’t waste a second in kissing you back, calloused fingers tracing your body, the pull of his lips eagerly smiling against your own.

His mouth moved downwards, planting little kisses down your neck. Slowly, he shifts so that he’s on top of you, a mess of tangled limbs as you reach for his lips again. One of his hands slides over your hips and up your shirt.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm hands against your cold body, goosebumps trailing after his touch. The other went to your ass, palming gently through your thin leggings. Gently, your hands trailed under his shirt, his hips pressing harder against yours.

“Off,” You mumble through kisses, yanking on his shirt. He pulls away, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion before slamming his lips against your throat, wet mouth biting and sucking at your neck.

You leaned into his touch, quiet moans slipping past your parted lips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Remus’ hips shifted against you, the friction sending a jolt up your spine. Hips moving on their own, you wrap your legs around his jean-clad waist, moving your hips against him, another jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

He groans against your neck, hips meeting yours in sharp thrusts. Hands reaching behind you, he unhooks your bra and slowly drags it down your arms along with your shirt, tossing it to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters against your soft skin, his right hand cupping your breast, his other hand sliding lower, rubbing circles against your hip. Gently, his right hand needed the flesh firmly, occasionally squeezing. Your nails dig into his bare back, scratching down the rough skin.

He started rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate for something, you rut harder against his covered lap, whining in disappointment while he chuckles.

“You want more, huh?” He asks and you nod desperately. Slowly, his hand lets go of your breast, replaced by his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. Warm hands trail down your stomach, playing with the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down completely, panties following soon afterwards.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pulling away, his head eyes track the way your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness running down your thighs as he laughs deviously.

“I want you so bad. Please-” You gasp when his lips land on your left thigh, biting softly as his hands need the flesh roughly. You swallow hard, focusing on the way his mouth gets closer and closer, warm lips kissing up your thigh and towards where you really want him.

The feel of his warm, pointed tongue running up the length of your cunt has your back arching against the sheets, hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling on the strands desperately as his tongue circles your clit.

His tongue barely dips inside you before running through your slickened folds, the vibrations of his moans further spurring you on. Soft licks against your slit have your hips bucking up into his face, your head falling back against the pillows as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your mind goes blank at the feeling of a long, veiny finger filling you up, finger pumping into you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He adds another finger, stretching you out. Warm breath fanning your cunt, he smirks at you, “Merlin you’re hot.”

You opened your mouth to respond when his fingers curled inside you, eyes snapping shut at the heavenly feeling. Tongue back on your clit, occasionally sucking, you felt your orgasm building up deep inside you, the weight getting heavier when he adds another finger, his moans vibrating through your body.

You were done for, loud moans filling the room, nails holding him against your cunt, thighs shaking around his shoulders as you reach your climax. He works you through it, nimble fingers dragging your orgasm out.

His fingers slip out moments later, your cunt clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to the sight of Remus slipping his slick-covered fingers in his mouth, tongue making sure to get every last bit.

Your hands reach for his pants, hurrying to unzip the denim and pull them down his thighs. “Someone’s need-fuck.” He cuts himself with a groan, head falling against your shoulder as your hands reach into his black boxers, slowly stroking his cock.

He pulls down his boxers, his hard cock springing free and you have to withhold your moan. He reaches into the bedside table to grab a condom, playing with his cock before rolling the condom on.

You lay underneath him and watch in wonderment, hands finding their way to your nipples and rolling them between your fingers. “I need you,” You whisper. His hands stop their movements from where they were kneading your thighs, eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” You nod. “You’ve had me for months now, baby.”

His mouth is back on yours, tongue tracing your lips as he lowers, one hand by your neck, the other holding your thigh up and against his waist. IMpatinelty, one of your hands move downwards to his cock, lining it up against your soaked entrance. He laughs, “Patience, baby.”

He rubs his tip along your slit before thrusting inside you with a groan, your back arching up, nipples grazing his chest as you moan in pleasure.

With one more roll of his hips, he’s fully inside you, chest pressed up against your own as he starts trailing deep kisses down your throat. Your hands fly up, nails clawing at his neck, pulling him closer when he starts moving.

His hips thrust in slow, fluid motions. Reviling in the low groans coming from the man above you. Forcing your eyes to open, you look down to where your bodies connect, cunt clenching around nothing causing Remus to let out a loud moan.

Nails raking over his skin, you pull him in for a kiss, hot bodies moving in sync as he fucks you deeply. One of your hands trails downwards, towards his stomach and you feel his muscles contract in pleasure.

Mouth open, you moaned in pleasure when he brought your other leg up to wrap around his waist, his cock even deeper than before. The sight of his eyebrows pulled together, beads of sweat dripping down your neck as you close, head falling back against the pillow, needy whines leaving your lips as one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing it aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well,” He grunted against your sweaty skin.

You moaned, hips moving faster against his own as you felt your orgasm building up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your body is perfect. Like it was made for me,” He slurs, hips slamming hard into you, his loud groans mixed with your moans filling the air, toes curling in pleasure.

“Please, I- gonna cum-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, his hips thrusting into you with incredible speed as you come, thighs shaking around his waist, breaths coming in short pants.

His head falls against your shoulder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pumps into you, greedily chasing his own high, moans growing louder and louder. One hand reaching up and into his hair, you gently pull the sweat-soaked strands, “Cum,” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuck,” He whispers before coming inside of you, hips abruptly stopping as his mouth falls open against your warm skin. Goosebumps pebble your skin as he gently pulls out of you a moment later, hands rubbing your body as he places kisses against your skin. You can’t control your smile as you watch him dispose of the condom before laying back down beside you on the bed.

You turn your body to face him, eyes tracing his face. You watch his cheeks flush and can’t withhold a laugh. “What?” He asks, hands running through your hair.

“You just fucked the living daylights out of me and still blush when I look at you,” You respond teasingly, resting your head against his bare chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You make me nervous,” He admits truthfully and your heart speeds up.

“You make me nervous, too.” You whisper.

He looks down, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You laugh, slapping his chest playfully, “Fuck off.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” He responds smugly, your heart speeding up at the prospect of going on another date with him.

“It is a yes.”

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hannahlovesluca · 7 months

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Hi! Can I request Luxiem boys(separate) x reader who gets scared very easily and screams when scared? Play the don't scream game live on twitch?

(apologies for my bad English)

(inspired by kubz scout)

-🪻anon

hi 🪻 anon! welcome to the family!

Luxiem Boys + S/O playing “Don’t Scream”

• this motherfucker.

• he will laugh so hard if you scream, but if you’re getting like actually effected he’ll probably make you take a break <3

• probably makes a joke about how you need to go to ike for screamo lessons

• probably adds ike to the call solely because this man is petty as hell

• if you decide to go to the mini market in the game and you get the jump scare where the old man swipes across the screen, he’s most definitely making a lorax joke

• help ive never seen the lorax so i dont know if that context is correct but whatever

• “YOU MOTHERFUCKER JUST LEAVE ME ALOOOOOOONE!! AAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!”

• “HAHAHAGGAHAHAH”

• “DIN JÄVEL GÅ TILLBAKA HELVETET!! AGHHHH!!”

• translation: YOU FUCKER GO BACK TO HELL!

• lots of swears in swedish (from ike… and from me… sorry self insert….again………)

• he genuinely feels bad but also laughs sometimes

• he thinks youre adorable but he also finds it incredibly weird that he thinks someone being terrified for their life is cute…..

• “GÅ KNULLA DIG SJÄLV HAHAH YEAH DU HORA GÅ GRÅTA TILL MAMMA”

• translation: “GO FUCK YOURSELF HAHAH YEAH YOU WHORE GO CRY TO MOMMY”

• you probably end up saying something so bad that he goes limp from laughing and is in tears (literally, not exaggerating)

• and if you have trouble falling asleep that night he’ll make sure to run his hands through your hair and hum to you!

• hes such a dick

• BUT HE SHOULDNT EVEN BE SAYING ANYTHING BECAUSE??? HE GETS SCARED MORE EASILY THAN YOU???

• will literally whimper with you in discord call while youre playing.

• and still has the nerve to call you a baby

• sir?????

• du är en hycklare.

• anyway he most definitely teases you about it

• literally just call him out omg y/n

• ……but its kind of hot when he teases you so you let it happen

• anyway mid game you probably mute him because he’s screaming so loud LMAOO

• this mf is even worse than vox.

• laughing. LAUGHING. MANIACALLY.

• “HOW WAS THAT A SCREAM?! I DIDNT SCREAM OH MY FUCKING GOD!!”

• “HAHAGAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH”

• will be teasing you left and right

• “y/n…. whats kidamogus backwards…”

• “…luca..”

• “JUST ANSWER IT.”

• WILL SAY “LMAO” WHEN THERES A JUMPSCARE.

• his voice is more of a jumpscare than the game itself oh my lawd

• and um… if youre swedish…

• “AHHHHHHHH KNULLA HUR VAR DET ETT SKRIK? FÖR GUDS SKULL, DET HÄR SPELET KAN TA LIVET AV SIG.”

• anyways, if you’re seriously seriously scared to the point where you need comfort he is coming ASAP.

• and he brings snuggles <3

• is still teasing you, though

• he’ll giggle at you every now and then

• but overall he just thinks its cute and amusing

• and if you squeal out a curse his heart is just going to 💥💥💥

• i genuinely dont even know what else to add…. he just giggles at you a lot 😭😭

• will occasionally make a ligma joke if things are too quiet (almost the whole game since you have to be pretty much silent LMAOO)

• he’ll probably send messages in your chat even though hes in call with you

• Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: guys what do i do they’re so focused

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #hannahlovesluca

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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NOW HOLD ON i was taking a few hours nap and woke up with TWO KÖNIG (the younger and OLDER ONE!!!) now imagine the younger könig is kinda reckless something like that one dude who always tries to show off and the older one who has passed that stage. BUT IMAGINE THIS IN BED THO, younger könig who always has a fast pace, pounding engel as hard as he wants so she would become sore the next (so she could remember him not only in her head but also in the little womb), always try to show off and say things like i knew lots of woman i can make u feel gud but OLDER KÖNIG who knows he has experience, doesn’t show off at all, the embodiment of actions speak louder than words, doesn’t go to fast, hitting the right spots everytime, easily making her head empty, mouth drooling, screaming and panting for him to keep going even though she came like crazy, squirt everywhere, LEGS SHAKING (like one of those mind breaking things). Younger könig would be so so jealous but the older one would let him join anyway cause he knows how overprotective they are and also he wants to teach his younger self how to please their one and only engel. And imagine like normal people when they gets older their stamina goes down but for our kings it’s different, he gets better and still got that same stamina cause colonel könig has so much pent up frustrations :>

Ok I'm sorry but colonel König EASILY wins this one holy shit

Like the young recruit knows dick goes in (dry) and comes out (wet) and that's pretty much it, ok he knows where the clit is and what sounds he can pry from her by stimulating it but unfortunately, young recruit has no tact or patience whatsoever... Thinks the criteria for good sex is that they're both panting and he's sweaty and that there's sperm everywhere, tries to create tension and excitement by having her on the kitchen table, on the washing machine, in the shower, thinks it has to be something mind blowing when all he ever needed to do was to slow down a bit and enjoy her to the full :/

Cue to older König who makes love to her, prepares her, eats her out and spoils her, takes his time, no need for lube she's wet as fuck, praying and begging on the bed for him to put it in (young recruit is too jealous to even take notes) and you got it right her legs are shaking, squirt everywhere, older colonel König is like "See? And now you put it in. Not before." Proceeds to slide in with one good unhurried thrust, making her moan so loud that young recruit could explode from envy, he's so hard that his dick is about to burst inside his pants...

#answered #omg omg omg #double trouble au

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wingedjellyfishflight · 5 months

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Hogtied: Part 2

A month later, your fingers itch to pull up his file. You resist, knowing, and believing that everyone is entitled to their privacy. It is why most workers can only access a heavily redacted copy of Ghost's medical record at your insistence. The full copy is buried in your private files in your office under a false name, same as most of the men you treat, including the Captain.

You've yet to see König since his re-check as you have spent a lot of time eating meals in your office recently as due to the mandatory full physicals recently. These days drag on as most do all they can to avoid coming in. Right now, you are waiting on your next appointment. Pulling the file, you see that it is supposed to be Ghost. Grumbling, you stand. There's no way he will show up voluntarily.

Walking into the gym, his most frequent hideout, you see him grappling with someone. "Ghost, you need to come with me." He freezes, and the other man slams him to the floor while he is distracted. You wince, but Ghost pops back up like nothing happened.

"Got me there, König. Rematch later?

"Ja, das klingt gud. I look forward to it." You nod to him as you follow Ghost out.

"I was winning before you distracted me, luv."

"Sure you were, tiger. Sure you were." You delight in hearing him mutter under his breath about annoying doctors. "I wouldn't have been a distraction if you would show up voluntarily for your check-ups." He is quiet the rest of the way and strips down to his pants without you needing to ask while you mark down his compliance with the mandate in his public file.

"Are you in pain today? Scale of 1 to just cut it the fuck off." He snorts, which has you grinning, though he can't see it as you lock the door.

"Two, bit of an ache on my side and arm from being slammed down." His tone implies that he thinks it is your fault. You refuse to rise to the bait, giving him a full check from neck to toe, including the hated turn your head and cough. At the very end, you ask him to remove his bally so you can finish up. "Why? I'm perfectly healthy."

"You're not, but this is to make sure you don't have a surprise pop up. I'm the only one who will see, promise." You go through this every time with Ghost. He trusts so reluctantly. "Let me see you, Simon." His real name always stuns him. You use it so rarely. He nods and slips it off, closing his eyes. Averting your own, you give him a moment to come to terms with the lack of fabric before quickly checking him over. At your quiet, "done," he hurriedly puts his mask back on. It shouldn't make you sad, but knowing that he feels more vulnerable, showing his face than having you cup his royal jewels always hits you hard. "I'd like to say see you next year, but we both know you won't stay uninjured that long."

He smirks. "I'd miss your hands on me too much, princess." You shake your head and slip out the door to give him privacy. When you look up, you see König sitting in the waiting area.

"Are you waiting for Ghost?"

"Nee, you. I have appointment."

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I hadn't looked ahead. Let's go on back." He follows you amicably, sitting on the exam table. "Before we start," you say locking the door. "Do you want me to redact facts on your public file? I do for many of the team members. The original is kept under lock and key with a pseudonym in my office, but that way, no one else has access to your medical history or anything else you want kept off of it."

"I did not know that was option. Yes. There are questions I have refused to answer."

You nod. "It is a common issue, so I buck the rules a bit for you men. If you could mark this up for me then. It is a copy, so don't hesitate to cross things out. Bring it back to me and I will make the changes. Please strip down to your pants. The mask is up to you for now." You turn away and hear him shuffling a bit before he sits again. Turning, you begin your assessment. He leaves his mask on, but is fidgeting heavily as you take in his broad form. "Perfect," you say trying to keep your admiration for his physique from coloring your tone. You take a steadying breath, then jump right in as though he was no different from any others you have examined. The warmth of your cheeks is a sure sign that you do feel differently, despite your best efforts. You manage to get through everything and when you gesture, he slips off his mask without an argument. You tried to force your eyes away from him when you first saw his face as your supposed enemy, but now looking at him as a friend, you let your eyes linger a bit, tracing over his scars and the chunk cut from his ear. You take notes of the various features to add to his file. "Was it a bite or a knife that did that one?"

"Knife, about three years ago. One of yo - our team, actually." You tut quietly and move on.

"It is optional, but we also offer an std panel. Since you haven't had one before with us, I do recommend it just to have a baseline, but I recognize that it is a private matter that you may wish to take off base. It is a blood draw that you can schedule through the online portal. Seems most don't want to have to ask a pretty girl at the reception desk about it." His smile is lopsided as he slips the mask back on.

"Ja, I could see a problem with asking the pretty doctor for a test." You laugh and wave him off.

"We are done here. Make sure to bring those papers back so I can get that handled. For now, I will move your file, so if you get hurt, make sure they know to call me so I can pull it. Have a good night, König. It was good to see you again."

You leave, settling back in your office with his file in hand. Head in your hands, you try to ignore the way your body reacted to being in his proximity. Your panties are soaked, and nothing untoward even happened. After a long think, you lock up the file, readying to leave for the day. You pass Soap in the hall, ignoring his declarations of undying love. He switches tactics suddenly, "ye goin t'be at the pub tonight, lassy?"

You stop and consider it. "Yea, send me the address and I'll stop in. Haven't been out in forever."

He whoops. "Sounds like a randan, hen."

"Nae, ye cannae." You glare at his back as he hurries off, ignoring your protest. Throwing your hands up, you relax in your quarters for a few hours before getting ready to go. You hem and haw more than normal, finally deciding on a knee-length skirt and a cute blouse with a bit of makeup. Looking critically in the mirror, you add a set of leggings, too self-conscious with the scarring on your thighs to risk anyone seeing them on accident.

Entering the pub, you see about a dozen members of the team have shown up and sequestered themselves to one area. All of them are men unsurprisingly. Most of the few women at work refuse to have anything to do with the adrenaline junkies that you treat, not wanting to deal with rough men. Having been around them at work and at leisure, you know that most have a few rough edges, but they always make an effort to include you even if they are incorrigible flirts.

It takes only a few seconds for one of them to spot you, "Oi! It's the doc! In a bloody skirt!" You laugh with the men, walking over and getting passed a pint from the table. Taking a sip, you nearly gag.

"Oof! Who bought this swill? You fucks on a diet or somethin?!" You set it down in disgust and ask for a pint of your favorite at the bar, a nice frothy glass of Guinness. Bringing it back, both Soap and Ghost gasp as if wounded.

"Ye cannae be serious, not Guinness!"

"Am scunnered ye think tha piss taint pure minging."

"English, ya fucks. Use English."

"What, like right proper Bri'ish, chappie? That piss is a load of tosh. Downright naff, it is." Soap burstd into a fit of giggles at your horrible impression of Ghost. Gaz wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Never, ever pretend to be English again. My God your accent is horrid."

"Wäre Deutsch besser? 아니면 한국어? (Animyeon hangug-eo?) Quizás el español sea mejor. I can do this all night."

"Rather have you speaking tongues on my cock, later," says a newer recruit. He is promptly elbowed by the guy next to him and a quiet argument breaks out. You opt to ignore the idiot and turn to Gaz.

"How have you been, mate? I haven't seen much of most of you and too much of the rest lately." He chuckles knowing exactly what time of year it is and drops his arm to your back.

"Busy, Captains got me running a lot of things right now trying to keep ahead of the König mess."

"I shouldn't ask, should I? They mad we nabbed him and gave him Stockholm Syndrome?"

"That's putting it lightly. They've tried legal and illegal ways of forcing him back. It's been a right mess. I think it will clear up soon though. Poor guy's been through the ringer, but you wouldn't know it. He's been a good asset, thanks to you." You freeze, drink halfway to your lips. Putting it back on the table a little too hard, you turn to face Gaz.

"What do you mean thanks to you?" He scratches his head nervously.

"I just mean, you treated him up nice and it put him in a better mindset. Cooperated with everything and all. After the second meeting, he agreed to join us when nothing would sway him before."

"Oh. Umm... ok. Should I put that on my resume? 'Bedside manner good enough to make men turn traitor'. That sounds like an in-demand skill." He looks shocked and hurt.

"You're leaving us? Why? Is it because of the FNG over there? I'll smoke him right now if it is." His exclamations have drawn the attention of others who also demand answers.

"No, it was just a joke, mate. I ain't leaving. It'd make my parents way too happy, after all. And I'd miss my little arsonists and murderers." You wink at Soap and Ghost who stand a little taller, proud of their work.

"Now, I thought you were gonna get mad wae it, Bubbles." Soap groans at the new moniker.

"It's Soap, nae Bubbles, hen. Noo, haud yer wheesht." You laugh at his descent back into his mother language, not missing the way Ghost's eyes lit up at the nickname. Much of the rest of the night is spent trading stories until last order is called then piling into shared taxis back to base. You end up scrunched between Ghost and Soap, as per usual. They are always perfect gentlemen and don't want to risk that someone else isn't when you can't get away.

Waving them off near their quarters, you stop to enjoy the view of the city. A boot scuffing nearby startles you. Spinning around to face it, you lose your balance. Arms wrap tight around your waist, catching you and pulling you against a large torso to steady you upright.

"Oops!" You giggle, the drinks making you feel loosey goosey.

"You must be careful, Schatz. It can be dangerous." You cheeks flush pink at the nickname. It shouldn't effect you this much to be called treasure by anyone, but it does.

"Ja, alles klar. Ich bin vorsichtig. (Yes, I'm ok. I am careful) You say as you pull away carefully, not thinking much of it. "Gute Nacht, mein König." Patting his chest, you turn to walk to your quarters, not realizing that you have stunned him into silence by speaking his mother tongue so easily and calling him yours.

You're glad to have the next day off to nurse your hangover. When you make it to mess at lunch, the men tease you about your preference for dark beers. You ignore them, trying to focus on the dry toast you convinced the cook to hand over and your glass of water. "Worth it," you say at last. "Dark beer is always better going down and light beers taste like you had someone drink a dark beer then piss in a cup for you to drink."

The laughter your statement causes makes you wince in pain, which in turn has them trying to hold it in. "Surprised you aren't tucked into a hoodie, luv. Couldn't find one this morning?" You glare at Ghost.

"You took it back last time. I'm out of comfortable hoodies."

"Och, ye poor lassie. The big bad men took their clothes back." You flip Soap the bird, then jump when a hand comes into view.

"Here, Sonnenschein." You look up at König who has apparently been sitting next to you this entire time, holding a hoodie out for you.

"Oh, thank you. It's even softer than Ghost's." You slip it on, happily. The sleeves hang off your hands by several inches and when you stand, it hangs down to your knees. The warmth from his body hasn't left it, making it feel a bit like a heated blanket. "It's lovely. You're never getting this back, now." König chuckles, adjusting himself to better see you.

"Looks good on you." He turns back to his food and you make the mistake of glancing up at Ghost and Soap. They are staring at you, mouths slack in shock.

"Gonna eat a fly if ya don't shut yer gobs." You turn back to your toast with a small smile. Hearing their teeth snap together turns it into a full-blown grin.

You veg out in your room the rest of the day, lounging in the hoodie until dinner. Feeling better, you leave it in your room. Sitting next to König, he looks you up and down.

"Mein Schatz, you have forgotten to wear my clothes."

"Just saving it for later, Großer. I don't want to wear it to bits too soon." From across the table, Ghost huffs.

"That's true, too. My hoodie was fuckin threadbare when I got it back. You're rough on clothes, Lamb." You grumble at him, not denying anything. König chuckles at your attitude and Ghost smirks beneath his mask. You eat quietly the rest of the meal, listening to them discuss an upcoming mission. You make a mental note to check supplies as it sounds like more than a quick in and out thing.

#konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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octuscle · 1 year

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Class reunion

If the class reunion had not taken place at the same time as your father's 50th birthday, you would never have made another trip to your old home country. It took you enough time to get the place to study in New England. Losing your Southern accent. To finish your engineering studies at the top of your class. And in a week, you'll start your first real job. In the research and development department of the company whose farm equipment your father sells and repairs.

For your father's birthday party, you packed the suit you bought for your first day at work. For the class reunion a polo shirt and chinos. And otherwise a few clothes for the morning run. And a pair of jeans and a change of t-shirts. Nothing great. You're only going to be gone for a few days. Even before you leave, you can't wait to get back to Boston.

It was so obvious! Of course, your suitcase doesn't arrive. And you desperately needed a change of clothes after the stupid chick next to you spilled the orange juice all over you. Well, your father is already waiting outside. Let's see if you can stop somewhere to do some shopping.

You go straight home. Your father thinks that there are still enough of your old clothes at home. And so that you can get out of the wet and sticky clothes, he gets a reasonably clean T-shirt from the footwell of the back seat. It doesn't feel bad to sit next to your father in the car. The breeze cools your freshly epilated chest. And the T-shirt smells like real work. When you arrive home, the entire family is already gathered. You don't even have a chance to change. The birthday party is already in full swing. Your father hits his beer bottle with a wrench and asks for silence. He is happy that everyone is there. But he's especially happy that his son has returned today after successfully completing his studies to whip his father's business into shape.

Bloody hell! What is this? We didn't agree on this… Everyone is looking at you expectantly. You can't crash your father's birthday party now, can you? So you say you're glad to be back and that it makes you proud to bring your ideas from your studies at the agricultural school here in the state to the company. "Taylor & Son, Farm Machinery" is written on your T-shirt. Everyone cheers. And your dad gives you a big hug.

You'd forgotten ha day celebrated here. You used to have wild parties in da fraternity, too. But this haz really been hell. But there's nothing uh gud breakfast from your mom can't fix. But as soon as you sit down at da table, one of your father's apprentices pokes his head into da kitchen n asks if you cud take uh look at uh customer's combine harvester. It's uh gud thing you had already put on your overalls. N so da workday starts right away. But hey, nothing works without you. You are da best mechanic in da district. You completed your training with distinction. N now you've been uh foreman in your father's company for years.

Fuck, thuh reunion uh chur mechanic class! Yawl forgot all bout it. Yawl quickly wartch churself with thuh wartchcloth at thuh back uh thuh rain barrel. Ahm shore thuther lads habumt changed either. In fact, most uh them come in work clothes. After all, it's gist another bender in chur best pal's ode barn. Yawl nevur know how thay'll end up. But it's uh good thang yawl took thuh precaution uh not wearin' underwear.

#male tf #reality change #redneck tf #male transformation #muscle transformation

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cloud-based-and-rainpilled · 9 months

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Staged 2 thoughts!! (this will take a Year because I have a Lot of feelings)

tl; dr at the end

Hmmm I don’t see how it’s a love story yet

Staged 1 works well enough on its own but the second season is really essential as a companion piece upping the emotional ante (which is exactly how I feel about Good Omens 1 & 2 lol)

The opening scene mindfuck; The meta! We have reached levels of irony not previously seen possible

Who do I thank for the tacky Zoom interview show background? It deserves top billing

HE DOESN’T WANT THE GOLDFISH TO BE LONELY (metaphor) and then it FUCKING DIES

Celeb cameos in season 1 being all “hey! I like you!” in season 2 like “you are tearing them apart. I hate you. scum

Also the themeing of Michael Sheen and David Tennant being on their own “side” VS everyone else……….. Simon Mr. Writer Sir i see u and unfortunately i am in your walls

The writing feeling less theater-y works for the meta and I’m wondering whether they always had a second season in mind or if it’s just that well written

Was really hoping for a Colin Firth & Hugh Grant cameo ngl :/

The music didn’t annoy me as much this season since it was more of the horn oomp-pah-pah than the piano. Idk maybe my mind just changed

I didn’t know Whoopie Goldberg could be terrifying but here we are (also I forgot her name isn’t Whoopie)

“I think the wizard fucked your ass” ???

Setting up the awards and the baby was peak *pops P* comedy 🤌 Definitely needed since it gets Sad as it goes on

Welsh kink spotted!!! And so fucking blantant I was scandalized

“I’ll shove it up my ass where the rest of the excrement goes” Michael casually asking David to peg him. Nice

More bad magic. More pls and ty

Also moar Nina pls. T’was but a brief beautiful bluster in the wind

Tbh missed a lot of Michael & David’s back-and-forths VS season 1 but I get that’s… the point

Everyone agreeing David is whiney and annoying lmao get wreck’t

Also I forgot they don’t have air conditioning in Englandland ‘cause my man is sweating in every scene he’s in (unless that was intentional in which case… go on…)

The ladies!! That meta ending with the Bechdel test… I see you…

Still love Georgia and Simon’s sister (who I apparently don’t respect enough to google her name); I like Anna now too! She’s got this kinda quiet sarcastic edge I didn’t notice the first time. They all played off each other well in their 3 some (phrasing) scenes

Big amongus sus react that Anna has better chemistry with the two of them than with Michael of which there is literally zero chemistry. Compared to Georgia and David who are just electric with each other it’s honestly distracting

Actual torture watching them break down as other actors play them and drive their friendship apart, it’s fascinating to watch especially on top of it being themselves but, like, not we swear

“Am I your best friend” “No” Fuckin REJECTED !! looser!!!

Oh huh I can see how this is a love story, interesting

The David Tennant fanboy (he is a Real actor I just can’t think of his name) served juicy vomiting SFX realness

“So you’ve made love with him” BROTHER

It took me 87 years to realize warthog and mongoose were in reference to Timon and Pumbah lol <- I am not looking up how to spell this

The bannister being part of the bookshelf why did this make me laugh this hard

Ken Jeong actually reaching into the heart of everything and casually tearing into it Temple of Doom style and leaving everything to ruin lmao

I miss people getting too close to me (feral noises)

Ewan McGregor is cute and I am shallow 🥰

AU where Simon Pegg and Nick Frost did Staged and honestly it would still work aside from being dangerously heterosexual

Simon & Nick doing the Staged 1 back and forth but literally? mmmm that’s sum gud meta

Oh right I forgot the actual writer Simon’s in it too. He’s still good. I like his Zoom tantrum

Jim Parsons unconvincingly looking for his phone after he casually tells David that he and Michael are obviously in love and everyone sees it lmao

David Tennant has the unique ability to make this absolutely insane face reserved specifically for the emotion “oh shit I’m in love with Michael Sheen” which like

I could kill the Good Omens costume department rn I stg take off those fucking sunglasses I’m so mad

Ohhhhhhhh yeah this is a love story

The Frozen snowman being the big bad final boss of cunt, oof you gotta love a good villain

Michael’s monologue the only one not in the kitchen area just breaking down completely I mean *claps until my hands fall off* he put his whole pussy into it. The frustration? The despair? I mean it felt like an audition monologue (in a good way) he walked through the valley in the shadow and death and came back a broken man with a fuzzier beard

CATE BLANCHETT ZOOM SNIPE

Apparently people didn’t like Phoebe Waller Bridge in the new Indiana Jones movie which I haven’t seen but idk I thought she was pretty funny and hot here. *ding*

MOOMIN MUG SPOTTED

The use of travel as a metaphor for feeling stuck emotionally *clenches fist*

“I like silence” *screaming from the other room*

“It’s like gas filling a room” <- fascinating way to describe their dynamic, it’s specifically referring to aimless conversations that snowball and “fill up a room” but it could also refer to the palpable energy between them— like even through the abstraction of a computer screen there’s this magnetic force that’s just riveting, it’s hard to describe

“We haven’t talked about love” > Seen at 2:17 PM LMAO

Michael alone with the black frame lingering shot. Acting and editing and directing choices so simple and on point. everything hurts

Struggling to say goodbye on Zoom physically reaching out unable to leave the frame that whole scene was just. You can just feel the love through the screen, it’s so layered and intimate despite essentially being “No you hang up first”

Zoom wedding! He stayed!!

I wonder if that’s Michael Sheen’s actual best friend. That would be cute

Anna whispering and telling him “nah I know your bestie is literally an hour away but he can’t come over lol” like??? why? let them love each other I cannot handle this villain arc

“I have to bring that one otherwise my tits will explode” Wait wasn’t she drinking earlier though? #ShivRoyMoment

“I was standing outside your job for four hours because I love you” <- dog from Up moment

Yes he is legally a Hobbit

The car window as an abstraction like the Zoom boxes *continued feral noises*

The direction of David putting his hand on the window and Michael walking away only then revealing Anna and the baby far in the background? We’re in 3 dimensions and they are all painful!!

Okay yeah I get it it’s a love story but I thought this was a comedy haha right guys why does everything hurt

It ends on that meta moment between David and Georgia which I can only assume is to set up for the third season although I dunno if that was planned at the time as well. It’s ambiguous but not distracting if they didn’t make another one

tl; dr: Staged 2 is a unique and excellent addition to Staged 1. The added meta textual layer of the other celebrities breaking down their relationship based on Staged 1 allows for a lot of “hiding behind my hands so embarrassed” moments, but also by pitting them against each other, it reveals their actual love for each other through the bickering. Season 1 on its own is a nice vignette of its time but season 2 with it adds a tension and intimacy that really takes both over the top

Kinda dreading watching Staged 3 since it seems like people overwhelmingly like it less than the other two because of the loss of the Zoom format and constant arguing, but I’m already in this far deep so I’ll stick the landing

To wit— awwwwwww, they love each other!

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justatalkingface · 1 year

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I saw a few anons mention Hori's other works in the past and I noticed something when I read them myself. Every main character of his works are nice, kind characters that have tragic backstories that make people want to root for them:

Oumagadoki Doubutsuen introduces a female protagonist who was laughed at by literally everyone at school for being so clumsy, she couldn't do anything right without hurting herself. Her working part time at the zoo (owned by the rabbit guy) not only helps her, but it reveals she has a deep knowledge and understanding of animals. Sensei No Bulge introduces a boy, who cares for the many homeless children younger than him, get roped into acting as the prince's body double because the two look alike. This end up revealing that the boy has what it takes to lead through his kindness and taking the lessons taught to him.

However, these two (plus Izuku) NEVER have their backstories explored after the introduction of it. We never get a deeper look as to WHY the girl is so clumsy, or how her passion for animals came to be. Nor do we get to see any more of her school life after that. We never learn more about the boy that explores his kind and willingness to help others. And, once again, he doesn't go back to check up on those homeless children.

But we DO get focus of the rabbit guy, who is literally abusive to the zoo animals and a jerk to the girl. Don't worry, it's revealed that the rabbit guy was a child turned into an anthropomorphic rabbit by a rabbit guardian as punishment for abusing a rabbit in the woods. Which apparently made him stay stuck in his (horrible) child mentality. We DO get focus on the jerk mentor/bodyguard who is teaching the boy. But when it came to learning some backstory? It's the a$$ hole of a prince who we get the backstory of! After he's KILLED! And it turns out that HE'S THE FAKE AND THE BOY IS THE REAL PRINCE!

Every. Time. Hori puts his focus on characters who are jerks (though, the other two aren't as bad as BnHA's jerks.), while the main character is relugated to taking care of everyone problems and being their mandatory support rock. The main character is always neglected, and never explored. The pattern just grew worse due to BnHA not being cancelled like the previous two mangas, and was allowed to continue for this long without any kind of self-awareness or an editor intervening.

...You know, I get the feeling, sometimes, that to Hori, the story is just a vessel to put his favorite characters in.

Like. 'Loser kid gets gud' is quintessential shonen, in the most basic of ways; and so that basic plot is there so MHA can be written and sold. Izuku, as he is now, exists to support MHA's existence more than anything.... but it feels sometimes like MHA itself is a stage that exists so he can play with his favorite toys characters on them.

There's Bakugou, obviously; always angry, always unrealistically loved, allowed to rampage with abandon throughout the DnD board that is MHA.

There's also Mirko, though; I don't remember where, but I seem to remember she's basiclly in the form of Hori's ideal woman or some bullshit? And, of course, the way he tortures her is infamous, and with that context... it's like he's playing out a fantasy.

Bakugou is the impulsive, angry, consequence-free prodigy he always wanted to be, maybe, and Mirko is, god help us, his fetish? Mineta is his perverted desires, and all the attractive women in skimpy outfits are just...fan service, for him as much as everyone else.

When you look it at that way, it feels like he made the setting, established the basics, then just... lost interest in the broader context of it, and just decided to double down on whatever specific elements he liked, and that's why certain things are so deeply invested in, like Mirko's torture porn and Bakugou's deep feelings and why we should totally like him, and how we should all forgive Endeavour already, since all the cool kids are doing it.

At the same time, though, the demands of the setting itself, and the important characters supporting them are still there: All Might, All For One, One For All, and Izuku. They're still in the story, and still massively important to the broader plot of the manga, and they have to be told. Hori can't just switch it to the Bakugou channel when this is, explicitly, Izuku's story... but he can stop focusing on it as much. So, as time passed, Izuku was less and less in focus, but he still did the checklist of whatever major parts he was supposed to play in the first place to move the plot along.

The only time it feels like he gets any focus anymore is when Hori can draw him out all edgy and dramatic, those moments when he's least like Izuku and most EPIC AND COOL, with serious Spiderman vibes with Black Whip, because Hori apparently loves Spiderman, and to some extent Izuku is his Spiderman wish fulfillment, but... as soon as he's talking about his feelings, or not wearing his costume, or basiclly doing anything that isn't fighting? Izuku is just kind of... skipped over, like someone's fast forwarding past their least favorite parts of a show.

That same logic can apply to OFA, who we know shit all about, even though this is one of the most important characters in the lore and the story is almost over, about All Might, who was been turned into this bumbling fool who can't even tie his own shoes, and AFO, who is probably the only person passing Izuku on the, 'I exist only support the plot' scale. AFO has just turned into Hori's' excuse for everything that has gone wrong these days; he's a multi-purpose answer that allows him to push forward the story without having to have any logic behind it at all beyond, 'AFO did it, I don't have to explain shit'.

(Someone get that 'it's magic' meme and slap AFO's mask on it.)

And that kinda energy, even if that isn't exactly what is happening, is part of the reason MHA is so... boring these days. Everything that happens seems so contrived and predictable, and it just isn't... fun anymore, or interesting. There's no depth to it, no life, just hollow tropes being executed by characters who no longer resemble who they used to be.

It used to be that I waited eagerly for each chapter to come out, that I was on the edge of my seat as Izuku struggled to establish himself and beat the odds, but now I can barely be assed to see if it updates. I can call most of the major story notes without even thinking about it at this point, and so far I've been pretty spot on in a broad sense, though a lot of them still need to play out, and when they do happen, I just want to groan more than anything.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #izuku deserves better #hori's disinterest in his own story #AFO Did It. I Ain't Gotta Explain Shit.

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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helloooo zari 🫶🏽 i am stopping by to chat !! hm hm, tell my a random/ your favorite rin hc! i’m very curious hehe

aaaa joonie bby !! >_< hi lovely it’s so gud to see u !!! 🫂 you chose the best moment for this question cuz rin has been on my mind HEAVY for the past few days n today was just ,, a breaking point 🥲

there are a few hc’s that have been sitting in my head a lot lately but !! current faves are :

rin with his s/o on his mind 24/7. it doesn’t matter how busy he is or if he has to rush home to make his hectic schedule work. you’re a part of his routine now, soaked into his flesh and psyche and so, it comes natural to him to park right by the nearest flower shop. rin, make sure you wake up to freshly cut flowers each and every morning - whether it’s right on your nightstand, the vintage vase in the hallway or sitting on the kitchen table neatly, rin always makes sure to grab a nice arrangement for u on his way back home from morning practice <3 he leaves while the sun still hasn’t risen and comes back two or three hours later when the sun rays just start to seep through and tingle at your closed eyes, pulling you from the deep slumber. one look to your side is all it takes to know that he’s back, though, as the different flowers seep their aroma into the room and tangle your vision with their bright colors. sometimes, when you need to get up slightly earlier or when his practice runs late, you open your eyes to him swapping the bunch out, the rustling waking you - and he gives a small hum when you reach over to tug at his shirt, warm from the dryer but already smelling so much like him and his cologne. “morning, love,” he glances your way the second he’s done and plops down next to you, leans over to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you can feel him smile against your mouth when your arms wrap around his neck - and it all settles into place, no matter what kind of day you have ahead of you <3

AND SECONDLY,,

rin, who’s not too big on any sorts of pda - the only times someone ever sees you two together in any kind of intimate position is at an awards gala or when a paparazzi manages to get a shot or two. (they always seem to catch the moments when he just cannot wait to have u any longer - some would think they’re seldom, but his patience runs short, and there’s more pictures of you two in a heated kiss than he’d like to admit.) the only exception to this comes unexpected most of the time, and is more subconscious than not. it’s when you’re sitting or standing anywhere in close proximity and his fingers twitch against yours - hand aches to feel all of your own. he gently wraps his fingers around yours, brings your hand up and without breaking eye contact or interest in his convo, he starts to mindlessly play with your hand. it’s sweet and languid, just a meantime activity as he talks - doesn't matter if it's with one of his friends, his manager or maybe some sponsor. proper big, yet soft hands keep playing with your smaller ones, fingertips running up and down your knuckles - tapping on your ring finger, as if in wonder and surprise that the spot’s empty. he’ll take care of it , though - rather sooner than later. <3

#joonie :(( this makes me want to sob he’s so sweet ……. so full of love !#want to give him even more </3 #hope u have an absolutely wonderful day / night bbie !! thank yew for popping in #always so fun to see u bby🥺❤️#rin my love #blue lock #bllk #✧˚ · . bllk #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader

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xylomane · 2 years

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Thoma as your bf: Dom, teaser Thoma x fem reader

↪ Just finished some Thoma hang out and I'm loving this malewife. His the type of man that won't leave every single house chore to his beloved. He a good boi <333 A very gud gud boi <3 (not in bed btw) Anyway, I need to write about him. Am starving for content about this man. Also, this is smut. Be careful.

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Thoma is a man of adorable charm. A helper of the kamisato siblings, filled to the brim with an enthusiastic spirit and even with attractive kindness. Although most of his relationships are rather transactional, partly because of him, this absolute walking cinnamon roll chose to see your relationship as a more intimate one.

You see, Thoma may look like an average person on the outside but that's the only part of him that most witness. Those fated to witness the torrid pricks of his ruthless fire never would want to mess with him, a pyro visioned boy.

When you two meet up some time in Inazuma, he does this cutesy thing where he teases you and compliments you until your cheeks flushed. You two would feed and accompany the dogs and cats in town, enjoying that of the lovely breeze and the music of nature. Thoma also is really into touch so he touches you a lot. Many body contact.

There are times when Thoma gets all touchy. His the type of person to really express himself towards you with the use of touch. So he'll simply wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close while laughing sweetly at your jokes or smelling your hair. Even sometimes, he sneaks a little ear bite or an unexpected peck on the lips. He loves touching your hip and rubbing his hand on them. To Thoma, touching is his way of showing his most beloved posession.

Although Thoma doesn't resort to sexual moves immediately during the relationship, when you two have been quite longer together and finally knows you're ready, he makes sure to ask with your consent and also asks if you're comfortable on the bed. However, don't let this overly careful side of Thoma trick you because the moment things start escalating, you're not walking properly tomorrow.

Thoma loves to see your face thrilled and overly pleasured by his two fingers, stretching you out and teasing you by not stroking your clit. The tears that stain your cheeks, the flushed look on your face and the way you look so small beneath him, trying to squirm away from his grasp but also begging helplessly for more. Your hands were tightly held up by his other hand, pressed hard on the bed so they don't reach down to disturb his plans of playing with you. His underwear is still on and it makes you feel like it's a bit unfair that yours isn't.

"Come on my love, a little more won't hurt. Would it? You're doing so good, might as well add a little bit of challenge hm?" He says while humming softly at your ear, finding each breathless moan out of your mouth extremely arousing. That innocent smile and pure look he has on is not something to fall for. Just behind your thigh, you can feel his desperate erection. The way it looks as if it could penetrate his clothes at any moment now intimidates you. How would such thing fit inside you?

His two fingers inside you felt exhilirating and now he's about to enter another. The way they stretched you out so good but couldn't even rub your clit at least once is pissing you off. You feel so sore and tight right now. This is the third time you're cumming and he still hasn't put himself inside you yet. Why can't he just get there? You decided to push yourself down so he could get even deeper, that numbing spot not far off his inserted fingertips now when suddenly he stopped you and pulled his fingers out before you could even cry out another beg. Another wave of tears came streaming down your cheeks.

"Not bad but such a reckless move. You had your chance, sad to say you weren't able to get what you want so soon, my love." He says teasingly, your wet folds feeling emptier than before. A surge of frustration welled up inside you, you're starting to feel riled up. You need more. You needed him back in. "Thoma..." You cried out frustratedly. You're getting tired with your orgasm being cut off. This is not the Thoma you know but instead someone hungry but proud of seeing you as a mess his created. You kept chanting his name exhaustedly, in the hopes that maybe Thoma can keep it going and just numb you all over finally and for a moment it felt endless with Thoma's green emerald eyes mocking you until finally he puts his three fingers inside your desperate folds.

"Come on baby, you can do better. Entering you isn't supposed to be so hard, so I'm here to prepare you." He coos and at that moment you were expecting him to go slow but you were shocked when his fingers suddenly caught that numbing spot and continued thrusting ruthlessly inside of you. Your juices dripped out of your wet cunt noisily and Thoma grinned at the sight of it. You feel and look so good. "Thoma- Thoma- Th-Thoma- S-st-stop-" You begged, your insides clenching his fingers tight while the feeling of orgasm came crashing in and your hearing went muffled. Your body shook uncontrollably at the strong sense of pleasure as Thoma continued thrusting his fingers fast and deep into you while showering you with praises.

"You look so good baby. You're doing better. Your body looks so perfect. But not too loud now... we don't want anyone to ruin the session or else you'll be riled up again." He tells you as your loud moans penetrated the walls. He then plants a passionate, slow but romantic kiss onto your lips and your poor abused cunt goes tighter. "You take me in so good baby. You're so tight, poor thing." He teasingly smiles while looking down at your cute exhausted and overly pleasured face. You feel so tired but you didn't want to give up yet. You need him. One more. Just one last. "Thoma... One- m- more" You whisper to him before you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep. You can still control yourself but you feel really tired right now. All the energy from earlier was gone but your body is still yearning. Yearning for him to fill you up.

He kisses your forehead and your eyes shut but then u feel Thoma positioning himself on the bed. "Thoma...?" You lowly cry out but he doesn't answer. You then forced your eyes to open after a few seconds of waiting for his response and there before you, is his cock dripping and wet with precum. "Please..." He says, low and different. His eyes looked up at you, expectant. His back bent down like a dog pleading for food. Its as if all the dominance he showed off earlier suddenly left. He's stroking himself now and his precum is dripping on your pelvis. Your hands, no longer unbinded, reached his hair to pull him closer until his tip settled close inside you, indicating that he should do it.

"You really thought it was that easy?" He suddenly asks, a smirk appearing on his lips. Before you know it, Thoma began to thrust, so deep and unexpected but he doesn't stop. He continued. Your walls ached and squeezed him tight and his groans were not hidden but loud and pleading. His ruthless thrusts were making your folds wet with juices and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You feel his hands grasp the covers tight as his grunts gave tickling hot breaths to your ear. Everything felt like a swirl. Everything was confusing, muffled, good, intoxicating, and high. You can't quit this just yet. Thoma grabbed both of your thighs, strong and tight fingers that promised bruises. His thrusts were faster than before.

"Thoma- I- I-" You feel so full. Your body feels sore from overpleasure. His drive is sending you to multiple orgasmic peaks at this point and you're beginning to see stars.

"Thoma- I- Give me- Thoma-" You can't even finish your sentence. "I'm close, please. Just a little more, love." He says and your moans get louder. The room feels a lot hotter than before and the sounds of your unholy session went past walls. Luckily, no one's home at the moment. "I'm cumming, baby. Take me in good." Thoma finally tells you, low and rough as you feel him panting on your shoulder, busy thrusting hard inside you and making sure you both feel satisfied. You feel another surge of orgasm as your juices gush out of you once more, your boobs feeling really sore and sensitive from bouncing hard and wishing for it to end. That is when you feel something warm and thick filling you up, your insides clenching again at the feeling of it. His cum was thick and many that you feel it ooze out of you while Thoma quietly pulled out.

"Baby... you're so beautiful. Wearing nothing and dripping wet with my cum." He says as he watches you, lying down tired and pleased on his bed. Your flower openly displayed before him to admire.

"I'm sorry I have to rile you up, my love. But what can you say if this is what you get in exchange." He tells you and you admit to him.

"Thoma... I think I can't walk tomorrow." You whisper to him with a smile as your eyes drifted shut, your hand still able to reach for his head to stroke his hair. "Not to worry my love. We'll just make excuses." He tells you with a kiss on the forehead, spooning you and resting a bit to calm down.

After a few minutes of rest, he prepares a hot tub for the both of you. He carries you carefully towards there and while you're busy washing yourself, his cleaning up the bed and soon is going to join you.

"You look so cute earlier. Helpless and breedable-" before he could even continue his sentence, mocking you for being a bottom, you nudge him hard on the tub. "Ow, that hurts." He says with a smile as he rubs his shoulder that you hit. "You better be careful with your words because I'm making sure you're going to be the one to beg for me Thoma." You finally say, ending it with one triumphant silence as you glanced away, Thoma right next to you trying to ask when it will happen. Seems like his asking for it afterall.

This took dayzzzz. Like I mean, daysss, a whole lot of them but don't worry, am posting a continuation of something soon, stay tuned ya'll 😭

#HELP I FEEL SHY POSTING THIS OMG ANYWAY #Ya'll... The things Thoma can do oh my archons-#thoma smut #thoma genshin #thoma x you #thoma x y/n #thoma x reader #thoma my beloved #thoma scenarios #thoma imagines #thoma hcs #thoma headcanons #Spicy Thoma #genshin impact thoma #genshin impact #Thoma

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frikatilhi · 8 months

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Hello yes yes veri gud, how about Jere doing Bojan's makeup? As in, Jere is so casual and natural about wearing eyeshadow, and wants to help Bojči feel at ease with it, too. (Bojan wants to feel pretty, but he's shy about it).

asdfghjkl thank you thank you

“Do I have to?” asked Bojan.

Jere huffed. “Yes! It’s my birthday.”

“So… what? I have to look the part?” Bojan was trying to sound skeptical, even though the idea of Jere doing his makeup excited him a little. But that was precisely the problem. Getting excited was not allowed on this trip.

Coming to join Jere on his tour for his birthday had been kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Bojan had been on holiday with the band (whose idea was that, really, he wondered now, it’s not like they hadn’t seen each other enough this year), and instead of flying home with them, he had booked last minute tickets to Glasgow. Now they were in Dublin, where Jere was performing the next day, celebrating his 30th birthday. It was just his entourage plus a handful of his friends who had flown in, plus Bojan of course, the party crasher, who had appeared with luggage full of dirty laundry, mostly beach clothes, and no hotel reservation.

“Yes. Have to make you pretty.” Jere was walking him backwards across the room, towards the table where he had just been applying his own eyeliner a moment ago.

Bojan gasped. “So I’m not pretty like this?”

It made Jere laugh. “Not pretty enough for me.”

“Ouch, man!”

Jere sat him down in the chair, turned it sideways from the mirror and pulled another chair for himself. “There. Sit. Stay.”

Being ordered around by Jere was familiar. He was on solid ground like this, at least. Bojan looked at him as he gathered a few things from the table. “Which one?” Jere asked, holding up a few pencils. Bojan figured they were different colors, even though he couldn’t see which. “Black’s fine,” he ventured a guess.

Apparently, that was the right answer, because Jere put all but one of them down on the table and took the cap off of the one left in his hand. He then scooted closer, his legs on both sides of Bojan’s thighs, Bojan’s knees against the edge of Jere’s chair. “Okay, close your eyes,” he said, and Bojan did. Suddenly the room felt quiet, the sounds of the party a little further away, and Bojan felt a rush to his head. The buzz of what little alcohol he’d already consumed went to his cheeks and hummed in his ears.

He felt Jere’s hand on his forehead, his thumb pressing gently under his brow, next to the side of his nose, stretching his lid just a little. Then he was drawing a line on Bojan’s eyelid, on the base of his lashes, carefully, with short strokes. Bojan tried to keep still against the feeling of wanting to escape. Makeup was nothing new, but makeup by Jere? It felt different, off-kilter, it felt queer.

After a while, Jere switched sides, and now his wrist kept touching Bojan’s nose and resting on his cheek as he worked on the other eyelid. Bojan could feel his breath on his face, and a whiff of his aftershave, or deodorant or whatever it was, surrounded him. Bojan reminded himself to keep breathing, in and out, evenly.

“Now, look up,” Jere said, and Bojan opened his eyes, not daring to look at Jere, and darted his eyes upwards. Jere continued drawing on him, along his lower lashes, and Bojan kept staring at the ceiling, fully aware of how Jere now had his hand resting on his exposed neck, thumb along his jaw.

Bojan had been on a journey of sorts, lately. After the summer of feeling weird and grumpy and out of place, and after the week-long rush of adrenalin that had been their Nordic tour, he realised he was actually happier not caring too much about what was proper behaviour or what his actions looked like to other people. He had also been.. experimenting, you could say, finding out new things about himself, late at night on the internet, or more recently, in the showers at the gym after a workout.

And now, the study was done, the results were in, and it turned out his feelings for a certain male friend that had taken over his life and late-night-fantasies in a storm, while totally unique in a way, were also… not. Unique. In a way. Because as Bojan now knew, the part where he had feelings (pantsfeelings) for a man, was, actually, not something restricted to Jere. He was fully capable of appreciating the male form in many formations, be it muscled and strong and dominating, or on the softer side, smooth and cuddly.

If he was completely honest, this was not in any way new information. He should have maybe known for a long time that this was the case, but he hadn’t allowed himself to do so. Not until Jere came along and smashed every inhibition and doubt and excuse he had ever had.

Jere was now smudging the line he had made with his finger. It didn’t seem like a professional way to do it, but Bojan wasn’t about to complain. After going through his lids once more, Jere picked up the pencil again and fortified the lines with it.

Jere surveyed Bojan’s face and turned to the table. “Needs something else,” he said and picked up an eyeshadow palette and a brush. Bojan looked as he surveyed the colours, rolled the brush on one of them, and approached Bojan again. “Close,” he said.

The gentle brushstrokes on Bojan’s eyelids sent shivers down his neck and spine. Jere’s hand that held the palette was on his thigh now, just resting there, keeping him grounded. Jere took his time applying the stuff on him generously, at least that’s what it felt like, and Bojan wanted to fidget, wanted to bounce, but couldn’t concentrate on anything but Jere’s hand.

“Okay… open eyes”, said Jere at last. Bojan blinked slowly, and found Jere’s face close to his own, eyes fixed on his face. Even though it looked like he was looking into Bojan’s eyes, he knew that he was assessing his work. Bojan kept breathing evenly, even though his heart was racing. Under Jere’s intense gaze he felt exposed, vulnerable, like all his thoughts and insecurities and secrets were there, on his face, for Jere to read. Jere’s hand went to his chin and turned his head just a little to look from a different angle, and Bojan let him direct him, first to the other side and then to the other. He avoided Jere’s eyes, let out a little breath. Suddenly he was very aware of Jere’s legs, pressing on either side of his, and his knees, dangerously close to Jere’s crotch, especially when he was leaning forward like that. Jere turned Bojan’s face back towards him, and now he was looking straight into his eyes. Bojan swallowed. He couldn’t hold his gaze, so his eyes flickered from Jere’s eyes to his nose, his lips, down to his throat. Bojan’s own throat was dry, and he licked his lips, nervously, and looked up at Jere again, and panic was rising in him, because he was about to do something colossally stupid.

But then Jere was gone, leaning back, smiling.

“That will do. Look.”

He turned Bojan’s chair towards the mirror, and Bojan looked. It wasn’t as excessive as he had thought. His eyes were lined and the lines were smudged carefully, just enough that it looked dramatic without making him look like a raccoon. His lids were dusted with something dark and sparkly that caught the light when Bojan turned his head.

“It’s.. not bad, actually,” he offered.

Jere beamed. “We should do your nails, too.”

*****

The night was winding down. Bojan was past the peak of his drunkenness, tired but still oddly wired at the same time. He hadn’t seen himself in a mirror in a while, but he suspected his makeup was now in ruins. His new appearance had been met with cheers and whistles, and people had been adding stuff to his face all evening. There was plenty of glitter, both on his temples and in his hair, and there are lipstick marks on his neck, he can feel it, probably in different shades of red and green. He’d been passed around the whole night between everyone, from hug to lap to dance to cuddle, he had made out with at least three people, and posed for countless pictures and videos, some of which would probably find their way online, but right now, he was too happy and too tired and too drunk to care.

He had felt reckless, free, like no-one could touch him or judge him or look down on him. Jere was in the centre of it all, happy and laughing with his friends, and Bojan had felt like he could conquer the world, just like this.

And there was Jere now, in front of him. His resolve to take it easy because he had to perform the next day had crumbled early on, and now he was looking dishevelled and buzzed, and he was grinning.

“Oh baby, look at you. You’re no good to me now,” Jere said with a laugh, taking Bojan under his arm.

“Happy Birthday! Have I told you happy birthday?” Bojan said while clinging to Jere’s side.

“Six and half times, I think.”

“What was the half?”

“You started but someone bite you.”

“Huh. But I haven’t kissed you yet!” Bojan declared, feeling like it’s the best idea he’s ever had.

“You did, right here,” said Jere and pointed to his ear. Bojan leaned closer and squinted.

“Are those… teeth marks?” he asked, a grin spreading to his face.

Jere smiled, as well. “Come on, everybody is leaving. Let’s take you to bed.”

“But…” Bojan wanted to kiss him. Properly, on the mouth, with tongue, leaving no room for excuses or backtracking. And he wanted to do it now, because he didn’t know when he’d ever get so brave, again.

Jere hugged him, tucked Bojan’s face into the crook of his neck. He spoke close to Bojan’s ear. “Hey, let’s save that for… other time. Okei? You need sleep now.”

Bojan felt his resolve dissipating, but at the same time being replaced with something akin to hope. Maybe it was not all or nothing or now or never, tonight. Maybe he’d start living like he was allowed to have things more often. Maybe it would come to something good, something better. The best, even.

“Okay,” he breathed simply against Jere’s neck.

“Okay. Now, let’s wash your face?”

#fanfic #bojere #käärijan #prompt fill

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ddelline · 30 days

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wip saturday (feat post-canon nobamaki & platonic h/c champions yūji/nobara)

blurb | that's right, we're back to this one. rocking up at 16k at the moment, I'm thinking of rounding it up....... soon....... I hope lmao god f*cking damnit. it wasn't meant to be this. anyway, nobamaki to the nation, I have no regrets after all

premise | ngl, this snippet now posted may be one of my fave parts in this, even though it's not nobamaki at all. usually I keep on those scenes, but it's barely a quarter of the full scenario, so. anyway I love my dysfunctional, trauma!bonded sibling-coded friends 4 life!yūji/nobara (what would their ship acronym even be lol) sfm wtf 🥺 yea so feat post-canon yūji & nobara & comatose megumi (sry boo, it makes for gud Angst what can I say) Going Thru It; part of the post-canon nobamaki that's been in the works for a while now, exploring trauma, and what surviving sukuna & kenjaku does to a bitch

The corridor outside Fushiguro’s suite unfolds barren and bloodless in both directions. Nobara clicks the door shut behind herself and steps to the left. She leans heavily into the wall and tips her chin upwards. She feels small, prone to shattering; feels the shape of her heart in her throat—how it presses wet and bloody and heavy against her trachea. She digs her fists into her eyes and knuckles across her eyeballs until stars pang on the insides of her eyelids.

Her voice, once she trusts it to come through as something more than disjointed, reedy breaths and gulped breaths, is wet and pitiful. “Fucking—shit. Goddamnit, Fushiguro.” 2019 coming in hot and hopeful as a thing with feathers, she thinks, and thunks her head against the wall. Her eyes are smarting with unshed tears. She tugs the sleeve of her sweater over her knuckles and reaches up, mopping angrily at her lower lashes.

She’s not sure if she gets five or fifteen more minutes to herself before the door clicks softly open. Itadori sticks out his head. Nobara refuses to look at him. He doesn’t push. Only steps out to join her. In the greater span of things, her feelings don’t exactly matter, but she feels like she needs every tiny, feeble victory that can be afforded her.

“It’s okay now. He’s steady again,” says Itadori. He nudges her with his foot. She shuffles left to give him space to sit down next to her.

“We should call Ieiri-san,” says Nobara. She’s tired; all the adrenaline flushed from her system. Itadori nods. “I did. She’s coming.”

Nobara isn’t sure what she expects from the situation now, but whatever it is, it certainly isn’t for Itadori to hook his arm over her shoulder and tug her flush against himself. Nobara stiffens. “Stop that,” she says. Itadori doesn’t deign her with a reply. Nor, apparently, will he budge. She wedges a palm between them and pushes at his ribs. “What are we, five? You think it’s all gonna be okay with a hug? Let go.”

It’s what she thinks and what she feels—but it’s got maybe half her heart in it at best. She’s fraying in the seams: it makes everything seem a little heavier; all of Itadori's clammy puppy dog love a little less urgent to quash beneath the heel of her boot. She shoves at him weakly again, mostly for posterity; it contains little energy, less genuine protest. Itadori seems to sense it as well as Nobara knows it, and responds in turn by tensing his triceps—fashions an unyielding cage of his arm and side.

Fuck. “Fine.” Nobara isn’t so dumb she can’t gauge a situation’s futility when it’s staring her balefully in the eye. She lets her hand drop between them. “Breathe a word of this to a single soul and I’ll have you dismembered.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Itadori. She can’t see it, but she knows he’s just rolled his eyes. He shifts carefully around until he’s semi-facing her. “C’mon, move with me.”

Nobara concedes without any more protests; tolerates herself being rearranged and only slits a half-hearted glare up at his dumb face for it. Itadori touches her no more than necessary, though no more carefully than Nobara suspects he does anyone or anything else. She twitches only marginally when palms not her own are fitted on the outside of an elbow; when they push on the flat of her bicep, and tugs her forward by the shoulder. Once he has her fitted in the crook of his arm and bracketed between his knees, her forehead pressed into his shoulder, he stills.

Nobara sighs. She offsets more weight into her forehead, allows for her neck to go slack and shuts her eyes. She’s beginning to accept that she needs one or more forms of rest, preferably right now, if she’s going to stand even the slimmest chance against the deep-seated fatigue that’s making a home of the physicality of her.

They sit like that for a while: Itadori curled like an open bracket around her; Nobara sagging progressively heavier into the curvature of his ribs. His left arm is warm and solid where it’s hefted over her shoulder. After a while he fits his chin over the cap of her skull. Nobara blinks into the darkness of him. Her thoughts are beginning to take on a sticky quality like warm tar. “Itadori,” she muffles into his sweater.

Itadori presses his chin almost imperceptibly downwards. “Hm?”

“Happy New Year. Shithead.”

#work: fic #jjk #nobamaki #wip #wip wednesday #(but wip saturday lol)#fic: hyperborea #when I say I go absolutely feral for well explored platonic!yuji/nobara #I mean I would die for them #no cap #thx u for coming 2 my ted talk

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j4zzpunker · 3 months

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D0 u 3ven sk1b1di bro? -_-

Unpleasant Gradient x reader

Chapter 1

Summary: You and Kasper had been friends since basically diapers, but the two of you are now in college, and though still close recently he’s been awfully distant. But what do you do when you end up at infected apartment after a texting mishap that ends in your favor and the reason he’s been distant literally comes through the window.

Sprawled on your bed, You had been scrolling through your messages with Kasper on your phone, thinking about how your conversations never flowed like they used to. Youd tried to ask him what was wrong but he’d always brushed it off nervously. Saying something about how “college is really kicking my ass right now” or something like “I’m just really busy these days, I'm really sorry Y/N”. He was really the only person you’d had left from highschool, and now it was starting to feel like you’d had nobody left. Being a freshman in college was hard enough but barely getting any social interactions felt like it was literally killing you.

You shut your phone off and sit on the edge of your bed, you sigh and move to stand up when you receive a text from Kasper,

“wut? XP”.

Confused, you click on the notification, and stare at your phone mortified for a second. A speech bubble from you with a singular letter, “q” to be exact, sat there. You must have accidentally sent him a message while scrolling through your messages. “God damnit I am such a fucking idiot, what doI even say to that? “Sorry I was scrolling through our messages thinking about better times?” NO what the fuc-” you were cut off by another speech bubble from Kasper

“u gud? -_-”.

You take a deep breath and begin typing,

“yeah im all good must’ve texted you when i left my phone on in my pocket, my bad”

You thought it was a shitty excuse but no way in absolute hell were you going to tell him what you were doing.

“K, ttyl th3n”

Before you could think you began typing

“Wait”

“We havent seen eachother in like forever”

I was just wondering if maybe you’d want to hangout”

“You don't gotta say yes, thought maybe it’d do us both some good to get a break”

“U seem stressed”

“Idk :/ my appt is a m3ss rn”

“1 gess i cud do sum cl34ning tho”

“So can i come over?”

“Ye cum @ lik 6,if u want u can spnd n1te >:)”

To say you were overjoyed would be the understatement of the century. Look at your phone, wide grinning smile and fall back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, now smiling.

You began getting ready early, you were basically hopping up and down most of the time, singing to your favorite songs while showering. Once you were out of the shower, you stressed about what to wear for a good 20 minutes, eventually just deciding to wear something comfortable since you'd literally just be hanging out at his house, with only him.

You’d have to end up sitting on your couch for around 30 minutes since you’d gotten ready much too early. A giddy and anxious feeling sat in your stomach. You had barely talked to anybody these past weeks being swamped in school work so you were pretty damn excited.

Once the time had rolled around you sent a text to Kasper to let him know you'd be there soon

“Onw”

“K :D”

You begin driving.

Once you arrive you get to his floor and knock on his door. A couple seconds go by before you hear a muffled “COMING” and footsteps hurrying to the door before you see the grinning face of Kasper with his hands outstretched waiting for a hug. You basically tackle him into a big hug and you both go to the floor in fits of laughter.”KASPER!!!!” “Y/N!!!”. You kept laughing as you rolled over onto your back and sat up looking at Kasper who still wore a goofy grin. You stand up and offer your hand. He takes it and you help him off the ground.

At some point you two had made it to his one couch, laughing and talking about basically everything that's been going on in eachothers lives. But then the question of why he's been distant came up. He immediately tensed up. “Well uh, you know work stress, got alot on my plate.” You looked at him disappointed he wouldn't tell you the real reason. “..Kasper, you know you can tell me anything.. Is it you and Lampert again? You guys fight like brothers I swear to g-” You began before being cut off. “No no no, nothing to do with L dawg, I probably have been talking to you more than him recently lol”. “Oh..” Is all you could think to say. He sighed before continuing, “There's this… guy? Guy. whose.. Uh… I guess been a pain in the ass recently.. He loves to.. Hover? I don't know, he's just incredibly annoying.” he looked off a couple times to think about what to say. “Oh, well why don't you just stop talking to him if it's that big of an issue?”. You say, confused. “He's very persistent” Kasper looked at you with a straight face. You kind of just sat there awkwardly looking at his serious face before glancing down at your phone. “Holy shit it's already 2am dude don't you have class tomorrow?” you look at Kasper being glad to have a way out of that conversation. “Shiiiiitttt your right, alright, why don't you take the couch and i'll take the floor, that all cool?” You had no clue why he preferred to sleep on the floor but he always had. “Yeah that's fine” he looked at you and put his hands down. He turns the light off before laying on the floor next to you, you throw him a blanket from the couch and the moment his body hits the floor he's out. You toss and turn before you eventually start to feel exhaustion coming down on you, before you drift asleep you question who the mystery guy Kasper was referring to was.

You're awakened by a noise that sounded like rubber squeegeeing on glass and the sounds of the city directly after, as well as the noises of ruffling, a grunt and then a thump. You get over your drowsiness quickly, immediately concern fills you, your thoughts immediately go to some kind of robbery, then a murderer, and basically any other kind of dangerous situation. You began to freak out and slowly sit up, looking at Kasper who was still dead asleep. You slowly got up trying not to make a noise. You shuffle around to see a strange figure pulling their leg through the window. It was too dark to really see anything but they had the build of a man with long spiky hair that almost looks unnatural. You make a small noise of alarm before the silhouette looks towards you. You back up and hide yourself behind the shelf, whisper shouting to Kasper as you hear the silhouette remove his foot from the window and slowly make his way towards you. Kasper moves around a little bit, and grunts but you're not waking him up. You then feel somebody's hand softly pulling your jaw towards them. You're frozen, now face to face with the thing, you don't see any eyes but you can make out a big grinning mouth as it opens and begins to speak “Is this rizz?”. You scream loudly and pull back landing on your ass. He turned around and doubled over laughing like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. In your fear, confusion and terror you fail to notice the fact that Kasper was now up and flicked the light on. You quickly turn to Kasper taking in his exhausted and hunched frame, you hop up and cling to him crying hysterically. “Somebody b-broke in somebody-” Kasper wrapped a hand around you and looked at the thing, you hid your face in his chest too scared to look at the thing that was still laughing.

“Dude what the fuck you promised you wouldnt do this shit tonight. I told you that you're never welcome in my home but…” he trailed on, your confusion now taking over. “Did Kasper know this guy? Surely not. Gay lover? No, probably not. weird creepy ex? Nah” You decided to shakily look at the guy who was now bathed in light. It was probably the weirdest thing you’d ever seen, no it definitely was the weirdest thing you’d ever seen. It was a tall skinny but well built guy who for one was a literal fucking gradient with a human(ish) body, he was doubled over laughing still. You fully turned around with blurry tear filled eyes and looked up at Kasper for some kind of explanation. “God I'm sorry Y/N, he told me he wasn't going to bother us, god you should have never come over in the first place, I’m sorry you had to deal with this.” he looked at you and then back at the guy, the tears going back only being filled with confusion. “Who is that?? What is that??” you looked at him, stepping back slightly. The thing was now finished laughing and came over to the two of you and stood farther away from you guys but closer. Kasper pointed to him, “I don't really know exactly what he is but I've just been calling him unpleasant gradient, usually just unpleasant. He's been haunting me like an angry ghost for the past few months.” He explains, exasperated.

The thing, who you now know as Unpleasant, looks at you with a toothy grin before outstretching his arm, seemingly to give you a handshake. You slowly take his hand and before you know it hes violently shaking your hand, somehow grinning wider than he has been before. “Good to finally meet Kasper's friend! I’d just like to say you’ve got a major gyatt!” he spoke, “...what? What does that even- you know what nevermind..” You continued, more than confused. You let go of his hand confused on how it was somehow moist and wipe it on your pants, trying to get whatever that thing had secreted off onto you.

“Soooo Kaspy kasp kasp, I’m just gonna be on your computer watching some videos, hope that’s cool.” he says and begins towards Kaspers computer. “Hey! Dude please dont do this tonight, if I have to hear that fucking toilet thing again or 3am challenges I’m going to go mad! And we have company, plus its fucking-” Kasper checked his watch, “3 in the morning.. can’t you actually just leave me the fuck alone for one night, one fucking night thats all im asking.” He’s practically begging Unpleasant. “Okay what about this, I’m gonna look at videos real quiet, and I mean real quiet, on your computer, and I swear I won't mess with your files again.” he says still grinning. “..god whatever fine as long as you're quiet and Y/N’s okay with it, if she isn't then you gotta leave man.” he says definitely extremely tired, looking towards you. “Uh, I guess it's fine?”, you said, unsure of what you'd be agreeing to. “Well, I wasn't going to leave anyways, but thanks you guys are goated.” He says before going to Kasper’s computer and immediately going to youtube shorts. Kasper looks almost depressive at you, as you hear Unpleasant making giggling noises “Im sorry Y/N he said he wouldn't come here, god if you wanna go home you can i'm not gonna make you deal with this weird creepo” he says “I HEARD THAT!” you heard Unpleasant shout from across the room Kasper ignored him, “No, I guess it's okay, I don't feel safe leaving you alone with this guy, Kasper. I’ll just go home in the morning.” you said kind of in a hushed soft tone. Kasper smiled at you, “okay, just try to get some sleep. I swear he's not dangerous, he's just a fucking weirdo.” He says before flicking the light off. “Goodnight,Y/N.” he says before you both go to your respective sleeping area, you on the couch, him on the floor.

You toss and turn for a while, being kept up from Unpleasants deep chuckles and strange comments that he’d make to himself. Stuff like “this is so ohio” and “BRO HE'S MOGGING CHAT HES MOGGING”, you didn't really understand. You’d also sometimes hear a song that went something like “sikbidi dah dah dah yes yesss” you had no idea what he was watching but it really did make sense that he acted like this if that's all he watches.

You were finally about to pass out when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you opened your eyes expecting it to be Kapser but it's Unpleasant, and he's looking down at you and grinning. “Y/N come look at this, I swear you’ll like it.” He looks at you, stifling giggles with one hand over his mouth. He grabs your hand and basically drags you to Kasper’s PC. You guessed he’d migrated to instagram reels and had a video of a still image depicting “red m&m”, “Mr.raisin” and somebody called “ freaky mix” all messaging one person. The m&m was saying “let’s knock boots” , Mr. raisin was saying “wanna collab”, and freaky mix was saying “you freaky vro?”. As well as the whole image being horribly over exposed and slighlty low quality. You stared at it for a good couple of seconds while reading it, before you started slowly laughing that turned into louder laughing and you had to grab only Unpleasant’s weirdly moist shoulder to keep yourself up, nearly doubled over laughing holding your stomach with the other hand. The pure just strangeness of the entire situation had caught up to you and you couldn’t stop laughing. Unpleasant brightened up immediately and looked almost proud of himself. “See, I told you you would like it!!” Your laughter eventually died down and you looked at him. “Yeah it’s pretty fucking funny, I’ll give you that.” you looked at him smiling.

#gradient #regretevator unpleasant #unpleasant gradient #regrevator #roblox #roblox fanfiction #regretevator infected

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ac1d6urn · 2 years

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How To Rite Gud [Fic]

aka fiction stages, a summary

A bit of introductions first: I am a writer in a now-obscure fandom (what can I say, I am boring and consistent). I have a perfectionist streak, therefore I take notes on how to be better and even try to follow them. I have been reading fan-fiction since the last century. I have even written a few since the beginning of this one. Let me summarise what I wish I’d known about writing back in the day. Namely: How To Rite Gud (Fanfic or not.)

To write well, first, we need to start somewhere and document the scene and the mood, no matter how brief or unpolished. (Because this is a fandom I know, I'm going to jump straight into an old school controversial tumblr ship as an example. Ready? Set? Go!) (Ohnoes!)

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual and oddly arousing. The other man exhaled and realised that he wanted Harry as well.

All right, so. Now we have a starting point. We have conflict. And we have some semblance of character progression. But wait, we're not done (I've read a lot of drafts as 'done', trust me! But how do we go beyond that?)

First things first. At the first pass-through at our rough draft, we will need to choose one protagonist, the one that will learn from the scene the most. Once we do so, we will stick to that point of view. In this case, we are choosing Harry, so that means he cannot see what's on the other side of the door or what is going on in Snape's mind. He can try to guess it or wish for it instead.

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual, and oddly arousing. Behind the door he heard a sigh. Perhaps Snape felt the same? That couldn't possibly be true.

All right then, all fixed! Easy enough. Onward.

The next step is to 'show not tell', in terms of emotion. The aim is to identify and remove every direct mention of how the protagonist is feeling (”angry”, “aroused”). We can show or hint at it instead, or we can project his feelings onto guessing how others feel, but Harry has to be the one doing the guessing or the admitting or the denying. In short, let's play a never-ending game of skirting around how the protagonist truly feels as described in one word, but show or hint at it instead with Harry's actions, urges, or dialogue. We'll leave the reader with the satisfaction of discovering the rest since that is one fun part of reading. Ready?

Harry slammed the door. He thought of kicking it for good measure. Snape's snide remarks were about as welcome as a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, but there was something else, an odd and guilty visceral thrill, unimportant and untimely. Behind the door, he heard a sigh. Snape? What were the odds of Snape understanding how Harry felt: wrestling with being a freak? Impossible! No one would understand.

Now then. Better? A bit. We're still not done.

Afterwards, we're going to expand and put anything that can become dialogue, a sound, or direct thought in that format. (Begone, ‘guilty visceral thrill’!) Harry (in denial as an unreliable narrator) is quite a bit of fun to play around with. This is also a good stage to add detail: where are they during this scene? Let's say the dungeons. Snape's domain. Dramatic enough?

Bang!

Harry slammed the door so hard that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. That lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect! But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark. It's not like the arsehole was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, waiting to rile him up.

Prick!

He leaned forward against the door and pressed his forehead against the polished oak. The boards felt cool.

Someone sighed, right on the other side of the door.

Wait, what was that? Not Snape, surely, can't be. What were the odds?

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. No one ever does.

All right, now we're onto something. But we're not done quite yet. Challenge accepted? (Y/Y? Of course!) What we're after now is parsing through the draft with a fine-tooth comb, leaving behind no script of the protagonist 'doing things'. This means: no movie script; it turns into a personal real-time diary instead. (The "I am/he was doing the dishes" becomes "the water is too hot; I have to get a new sponge soon"). We are after the direct stream of consciousness, which means precision and detail, no ambiguity. Dialogue works, direct quotes work, immediate thought, concrete detail in recollection of memories or in current setting, anything! Please be creative with 'accuracy' of dialogue or any turns of phrase if it’s true to the protagonist’s stream of thoughts. Grammar rules be damned. Misconceptions, misunderstandings, and lying to oneself or others, depending on the character, is a fact of life. This is the perfect time to inject that into the narrative.

"- of all the times to act like a child!"

"Wait a second, I am not the immature arsehole here!” You absolute twat!

"Oh? Isn't it past your bedtime, Professor Potter?"

Oh, so be it! I’ll bite. "Fine! So what if it is?"

"Mr Potter, for once in your perfect, predictable --"

What's that, you arse? It was so easy to let go. Simply let go of everything. Of the door as well.

Bang! The door slammed so perfect and so satisfying, right in the middle of Snape's smug tirade that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. His lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect. But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark by pointing out the missing bits. It's not like the meddling git was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, just waiting to stab him in the back and twist the paring knife for good measure.

Prick!

Pressing his forehead against something, anything, like the polished oak of the door, felt like a necessity, something to stave off the headache. The boards felt cool. Stable. Breathe in, breathe out. Right then.

Wait! What was that?

Someone sighed on the other side.

Not Snape, surely, can't be. What are the odds?

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. He wouldn't even think twice about tonight, hell, he already forgot about it. Did Snape even care? Was it all for nothing then? Their stumbling, stammering, starlit walk back from Hogsmeade. The Astronomy Tower, that slow twist and turn of the telescope as Snape's fingers hovered over Harry's, just for a second, and withdrew, with a nervous twitch...

Screw this. I'm going home. I quit!

So, we're onto something now. The last task is to tweak a few bits. The 'Sunday brunch' may become an 'afternoon tea party'. Italics-as-direct-thought is still off. The class, a Defense class (since Harry is kicked out of what seems like Snape’s Potions classroom.) The pacing is on the right track, the details intrigue us, the conflict is still there. We are getting somewhere. The emotions, the decision, the character progression in this scene (Do you still think I’m a child? -> I am done with you!) is complete. Whew.

And now you know the process. One scene down, a few more to go! (Onward!)

Honestly, this is how 1K drafts become 100K novels. The winning formula seems to be: one protagonist -> in denial with hints at deeper emotion (no explaining feelings) -> with thoughts and dialogue and bias on glorious display -> stream of consciousness controls everything else and all the surroundings or all action is filtered through it. ("The hinges squeaked and the light within was blinding and warm" instead of "he opened the door".) Needless to say, ease up on the plot twists, since writing this way is about x10 word count of whatever you’re expecting right now.

P.S. I've been told to 'finish the fic' already. I don't know what to say, it's a product of three short sentences and one evening and I have way too many drafts. So I'm sharing something better: a formula for making any three sentences into a functional scene. May it unblock you in your next draft. Please write something wonderful.

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