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the-commonplace-book · 9 months

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@monstroso (separate post for the other ship)

Send me a ship for the ship bingo chart: Sally Boyle / Anton Verloc ( We Happy Few )

I feel like I’m going to make some people mad with this one considering the general fandom discourse about these two, but I actually love these two and think that under different circumstances they could have had a much healthier relationship, and I think that it was less of an abusive relationship and more of a mutually toxic relationship.

I’ve talked about their relationship previously, so I’m actually just going to copy back what I wrote before, since I’m not sure I can say it any better than I already did, and then add a little more, so buckle up, folks! I have so many Thoughts™

In a lot of ways they’re terrible for each other. Verloc is obsessed with his work and sometimes loses sight of the humanity of his subjects in his pursuit of scientific discovery. Sally always puts herself first, in every decision she ever makes, and has no qualms about using people to get what she wants/needs. They both want to be the smartest person in the room at all times, and that definitely causes conflicts.

However, they also really get each other on this deep intellectual level. They can keep up with each other in a way hardly anyone else can and that scientific discovery shit gets them turnt. Both of them have a tendency to dive into their work to an obsessive degree which works for them, because it’s mutual. Long hours at the lab, even talking about work when at home. They live and breath chemistry and have chemistry with each other because of that - not to mention the mutual attraction.

There’s a reason Sally stayed with him for as long as she did. In fact, the only reason she left was Gwen. If not for Gwen, she probably would have stayed, despite how mutually toxic their relationship had become. It’s hard to say how much of the degradation of their relationship was their individual issues and how much of it was the increasing stress put on them by the state of Wellington Wells. With the Executive Committee, the General, the Doctors, and the Constabulary constantly breathing down their necks for the latest Joy solution, the stress must have been insane. There’s less and less room for fun banter and exciting discoveries. It all gradually becomes a race against the clock with their dwindling resources. When you already have issues in the relationship, that kind of stress diminishes what little room may have existed for working those issues out. And when neither of them have healthy ways of dealing with that stress, it makes sense that he would start to take it out on her. And it makes sense that she would start to resent him. And it makes sense that all the toxic aspects of their relationship would amplify ten fold.

But what if things had been different? What if they’d had the space to work things out? What if they could learn to be a healthier couple? Or what if they even could have kept cruising along like they were at the start? I think they could have been a good couple, if things had been different, because they really did work together, and they really did understand each other, and they really did care about each other.

It’s important to remember that much of what we hear about their relationship is from Sally’s perspective and, as we know, Sally is an unreliable narrator. In fact, some of what she says about Verloc is actively contradicted by other sources in the game. There’s little things like Sally remarking how fashionable he was when they met and how she was just some innocent girl who got swept up by this dashing scientist… while an old edition of So Mod Magazine credits Sally for teaching him how to dress. Sally refers to Verloc as a psychopath, painting him as unfeeling and cold. Meanwhile, Verloc is out here pulling out Sally’s old letters and re-reading them while downing martinis (as seen by the empty glasses and the old letters in the lab during Arthur’s act). We see from old notes around Haworth Labs that there was affection between them, even if they didn’t have the healthiest relationship. But it’s easier for Sally to paint her ex as an emotionally abusive psychopath than to admit any degree of fault. (to be clear, I’m not saying that it is a victim’s fault if they are abused, I’m saying that this wasn’t an instance of abuse to begin with)

I find the concept of a timeline where for some reason Sally stayed at Haworth Labs while having Gwen to be intriguing. Byng has a poor opinion of Verloc and implies that he would see a baby as a perfect test subject, but this is based on Byng’s perception of what happened between Verloc and Haworth, his brief interactions with Verloc over the years (Verloc primarily worked with Victoria, not the General), and the benefit of painting Verloc in such a light in that moment when he’s trying to convince Sally to send Gwen away to the mainland and be his safe-house girlfriend.

I imagine Verloc would rather see Gwen as a mild curiosity, but mostly an inconvenience. She would very much be “Sally’s daughter” kept out of sight and out of mind. That is, until Gwen starts showing real promise in regard to science as she grows up a little (in a scenario where Wellington Wells doesn’t collapse), in which case it may become “OUR daughter” so he can take credit for her smarts and train her up as a scientist. Fresh perspective and ideas? In this economy?? Either that, or he still wouldn’t acknowledge her as his daughter, but would take a more proactive role in her education at least. But that’s all AU conjecture rather than the canon.

Look I could talk about these two for ages, so I’m going to close up here before this gets any longer than it is, but thanks so much for sending this ship in! I really need to write and draw more content for these two because they are so fascinating and underdiscussed.

#hnnngggg I could write so much more on these two but this post is getting too long #we happy few #whf #anton verloc #sally boyle #[sketchbook]#they're just two messed up people in a messed up place having a messy relationship and i love them

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quixoticornithologist · 5 months

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the resident evil and ultrakill mood

#unfortunately i am hyperfixed on both of them now #re2make coming onto the gamepass in 5 days........ hnnngggg #i already own the re3make and re4make #and ive beaten the original re4 re4make 7 and 8 #I'm. a little crazy #i suck at ultrakill tho

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bluesidedown · 1 year

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😣

#boy oh boy everything is quite a lot #rn i am attempting to keep firmly in my mind that it is past 9pm and thus my feelings of desperate overwhelm are not entirely accurate #however there is. a lot.#sending resumes and having conversations about next years overseas internship.#academics. a big paper due in two weeks.#planning a campus worship nught with a friend.#beung on the worship team for a conference next week.#going on the first date of my entire life in two days.#leading my small group.#like 87 people i know are getting married this year and some of them im close to. that's a thing.#stressing about my summer job.#trynna book medical appointments. and do my taxes.#and not feel like im letting everyone down all the time (this is definitely the after 9pm of it all)#hnnngggg i cant even complain because i signed up for all of this and im excited about it all and glad im doing it.#i just dont wanna do it all at once.#ok time to do 10 mins of vocal practice and put myself to bed.#and please pray for me if you think to

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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

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“my task was to hunt in shadowclan territory” noooo he is framing u bbg noooo

#warrior cats #ravenpaw’s my favorite noooo #bbg he is going to use the fact you hunted in shadowclan territory as evidence you’re loyal to them and betraying thunderclan #and he will claim he never set you that task nooo #I know you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place but hnnngggg #at least he knows firepaw’s on his side now and doesn’t think he’s alone #but also grrrr firepaw why couldn’t you tell bluestar about tigerclaw when you had the chanceeer #you had the perfect opportunity right in front of you ughuhhh #now there’s gotta be plot :/#painful plot that could’ve been avoided #GOD please I care about ravenpaw don’t DO this to him

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hypertonicplague · 2 years

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WIPs 4 that horn shedding hc I made awhile bck teehee

It’s been on my mind ever since

Also idk when I’ll finish these r if I ever will but rn I’ve got Asmo n Mammon in my lil pocket

#mydumbstuff #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #hnnngggg I’ve got Levi n Satan sketched out but I’m so tired all the time idk when I’ll ever finish #I take long zzzzzzz #also I hate drawin horns 😒 I’m rlly bad at them

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gessshoku · 1 year

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Ohmygod hi everyone

Remember how I said I’d draw so so so soooo sosososososoooo really like soook much?

Well I DID..

I just keep forgetting to posT THEEEEMMMMM

#HEAD IN HANDS #I DONT HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF I KNOW #BUT THIS ACCOJNT IS SLOWLY TURNING JNTO A REBLOG ACCOUNT AND LESS OF MY ART #I mean i Can post them now but they’re all just sketches and those that are in color #are just the first deisgn. they’re not done!!#hnnngggg #and I wanna draw sun and moon but the hyperfixations all want me #all fighting for my attention fr fe #and stress is always draining me and it makes it hard to keep drawing #but Ill see what I can feed you guys for now #cause I feel you guys want to see what you followed me for which is art!#gess box of cookies

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erb23 · 11 months

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Thinking about lost media and how my very personal, need evidence that it existed like I need blood in my body plights is that advertising campaign for chowder back when it was first airing where they had grocery stores put character bio floor stickers and leaflets in the isles.

I just need pictures. I can rest easy after that.

#i had and saved like all of those bios but because i was *little* i lost most of them except for mung dahl #and that's laminated somewhere in storage and i might not even be able to find it #vivid memory because those leaflets were in the little mechanical coupon dispensers that they had in the frozen section #and i didn't have a phone yet back then and hnnngggg i just need something one little thing please!!!#side note if they ever reboot/continue chowder and don't do at least this much then i'll cry

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maochira · 11 months

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I JUST GOT MY COMMISSIONS BACK AND AAARGHHH THEY'RE ABSOLUTELY PERFECT I'M GOING CRAZY

#posting them later #hnnngggg im obsessed #theyre so perfect i cant #my boys my babies my everythings #💟 maochira talks

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Dream seduces hard case Hob to kill his rich parents for his inheritance.

Dream's original plan was to let which ever idiot he got to kill his parents go down for the crime. Dream knew that he needed to get someone smart enough to murder two rich people and "get away with it" (initially), but just dumb enough not to realize Dream was prepared to sell them out at the most opportune time.

Hob blew that plan out of the water!

Dream couldn't help but fall for the sweet man under all that ink and stabby crimes. Hob is worried about Dream, and Dream can tell that Hob has probably figured out that he's the patsy - but is still willing to do whatever Dream needs.

Hob thinks Dream is perfect - beautiful and pure. Better than anything Hob should touch. What's a little murder?!? Hob saw how Dream's parents treated him; Hob is happy to help him get what's his. Hob is even willing to go back to jail if he must; he doesn't want to really,,,,, but whatever Dream needs.

Honestly, after the first time Hob is allowed to touch & pleasure Dream - jail might be the safest place for Hob to be, he would kill to be allowed to do that again, let alone for a shot at keeping Dream.

Hnnngggg anon you have such a big brain. This is such a concept. Just imagine Hob but more like A.M from Reacher - super ruthless, enjoys killing, absolutely the sexiest person who has ever wielded a knife. Maybe there's a lot of tattoos going on under that gorgeous tailored coat of his.

And he's so kind. So sweet, so generous. He makes Dream feel safe, valued and loved. At first it was just business and pleasure, but now Hob is taking such good care of Dream. Soothing him when his parents become unbearable. Promising that soon, they'll be gone. Hob is going to make sure that all Dream’s problems will go away. Maybe he drives Dream out to a nice quiet spot and spreads him out over the hood of his car, spreading Dream out and impaling him - with his cock, instead of the usual knife. Dream whines and squirms so good for him, such a precious little thing. He deserves to be pampered and sheltered from the world. Maybe Hob will just keep Dream on his cock forever.

After he's cleaned up their little problem, of course. Hob is about to do the best work of his life. He's not risking anything - Dream will be happy and safe and loved. Whoever Hob has to kill, to make that happen.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw murder

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iamthecomet · 7 months

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comet may i direct your thoughts to swiss begging dew to hurt him with just the prettiest pleading expression on his face, saying please and thank you with every strike

perhaps dew blindfolds him because nothing gets swiss's brain all foggy like a little sensory deprivation. dew doesn't even tie him up because he knows swiss wants to be such a good boy for him and swiss absolutely grips his own hands behind his back for dear life

and dew teases, he loves to tease and get under swiss's skin, almost daring him to brat, but swiss wouldn't dare, not right now

perhaps dewdrop has a selection of items to hit swiss with and swiss has to guess what's coming next

and perhaps dew just loves to keep swiss on his toes, runs the soft leather of a flogger over the backs of swiss's thighs right before striking down with a cane

he absolutely loves to hear the way swiss's breath is punched from his lungs when he's surprised, loves seeing the little marks swiss's nails have dug into his own skin as he keeps himself restrained

perhaps after a while, dew takes off the blindfold because he loves to see swiss's pretty eyes all teary and desperate, wants to watch the way his unfocused pupils suddenly go to pinpricks at the brightness of the room

and perhaps since swiss has been such a good boy, dew allows him to choose what his favorite item was and dew gives him as many strikes as swiss wants, and every time, swiss's desperate strung out voice gives him a "please" and a "thank you"

just something to think about

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HNNNGGGG GOD. I am chewing on this dynamic like a chew toy. Just gnawing on it. The power Dew must feel, the reverence to be trusted so thoroughly. To not have to fight about it. Swiss just folds for him, gives him everything he wants. And because Swiss is so good? Dew gives him anything. If Swiss wants it harder--Dew will hit him harder. All Swiss has to do is use his words--which is easier said than done sometimes. I have so so so many thoughts about them and I STILL haven't done impact play for Kinktober yet, so I could be tempted to actually sit down and do something with this. They are just so perfect for each other like this. I feel like Swiss (and Dew) are both so often stuck into the brat role and that maybe neither of them really belong there. Can they brat? sure. Do they do it sometimes? absolutely. Is it either of their favorite thing to be/deal with? No. Those fiery gremlins deserve some calm, some calculation. Swiss deserves to be taken apart inch by inch by Dew whenever he wants to. And Dew deserves the opportunity to slow down, to feel, to bask in the way Swiss reacts to the things he does. To revel in the tone of Swiss' voice when he looks up at Dew and says please. I'm mildly obsessed with them and I have been thinking about this scenario for DAYS and will continue to think about it FOREVER.

#comet comments #🐌 anon #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Hi for like the third time this week! (this is still the same anon who cannot stop sending you asks about Reeves!Verse Penguin). Your writing has me down so bad for this old man hnnngggg (I promise I will stop cluttering your inbox now!)

But do you have any headcanons for our beloved Oswald? Like, not necessarily romantic ones, but like, how he views himself, random facts about him that you just absolutely hold to be true? As always, absolutely no pressure to answer, I was just curious!

(also, I didn't know there was going to be a spin-off with him??? is this true??)

Thank you for putting up with my endless Daddy Oz asks and for your absolutely wonderful writing!! 💜💜

you're not cluttering anon you're just lovely and sweet and giving me an excuse to think about him every day (even though i do that anyway)

BUT YEAH OK YOU OPENED THE FLOODGATES i have a whole like 2k words of headcanon notes that i keep meaning to find time to organise and write out properly, but i'd love to share my favourites with no particular sort of organisation i am so sorry lmao 💜

he makes his s/o and/or family go for sunday walks together but he calls them the "sunday waddles" because he's a dork

makes pasta like his grandmother used to make to a secret recipe and lets you taste it by licking his finger

insists on recreating the lady and the tramp scene with spaghetti anytime it's on the table in front of you

one of his favourite hobbies is bowling, he has his own specially made ball and matching gloves and shoes and shirt, and he holds your hips while you throw and is very keen to help you play

he'll use so many petnames for people, s/o and friends and goons, that he will forget people's actual names

he's the sweetest around kids, calls himself uncle oz and is always handing them $50 bills

he speaks italian when he's railing you

100% is in charge of the grill at BBQs and has an apron that looks like a tuxedo

he celebrates redundant anniversaries with too many gifts and far too much enthusiasm like the first time he saw you, the first time you spoke to him, the first time you spent the night, the first time you kissed, the first time you took a ride in his car etc.

i've named his kids i'm sorry he has two sons called lorenzo and walden and he calls them lolly and wally (for daddy oz i will be soft enough for kids)

he flirts with EVERYONE. wait staff, bartenders, the guy at the bank, his goons, your mother

you show him an old woman, he's got them swooning and calling him a precious young man while they pinch his cheeks, he is such a charmer

he has dogs. so many dogs. pomeranians and chihuahuas. and they're all named after pasta dishes. he cookes them steak every night and he'll be out on his lawn in the morning with like 10 leashes taking them all for a walk and they all sleep in the bed with him every night

he doesn't think he's particularly handsome but he knows he holds himself well and looks smart all the time

he thought he'd be dead before he hit 40 (shot, cigars, drinking)

he hasn't thrown a punch in action in over a decade because he doesn't need to anymore but he has a punching bag in his garage to keep himself prepared

#finnie writes #kind of and tenuously and it's more like rambling!#anon #friends being friends

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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▍ smutty crack

G I L B E R T ⨉ R E A D E R

GILBERT, I NEED―

• • • • • CONTENT WARNING: crack . smut . angst don't read if you value having brain-cells

I M P O R T A N T ! please don't read/like/reblog this post if you are a minor or have no indication in your bio that you are 18+ (or you will be blocked)

"GILBERT I NEED TO SEE YOUR PENIS," you shout first-thing in the morning. You've just awoken from a completely unrelated dream about watching a duck cross the road. Now you're sitting up in your bed, pointing at the wall in front of you, your shoulders heaving from that valiant war-cry.

Fortunately, your room is empty.

Unfortunately, Gilbert is standing in your open doorway. Right smack-dab in the center, with both hands on his cane and legs astride the giant arrow painted onto the floor labeled simply "Definitely Not Belle". There's no draft, but his hair is doing shampoo-commercial things.

And his pants are still on.

Of course his pants are still on. Why would his pants not be on?

You eye his dominant hand and its proximity to his belt. 15 inches. You could fit a massive hot dog in that span.

But wait. What if he prefers to use his non-dominant hand to undo his belt?

But double-wait. What if he's ambidextrous and the odds are closer to fifty-fifty?

Left hand. Right hand. Left hand. Right hand. Left hand. Right hand. Left hand. Right ha-

Gilbert tilts his head, his lashes framing his eye with mermaid-levels of come-hither energy. "Are you looking for something?"

Peenbert. Moisturized.

"Not really." You clear your dick-ready throat. "I just woke up, so…"

Gilbert begins walking, and it's important to note that each stride is as sensual as chocolate fondue dripping off a cock. At least as observed by your emotionally-compromised eyes.

Mmmm, hnnngggg, fondue-play. You curl your lips over your gums as if Gilbert has slapped his chocolate-covered cock across your teeth.

You want him to drip the Obsidian crest onto your belly with his fondue dick. You want the tip of the rifle to end on your left nipple, because you're a little more sensitive on that knob. You want him to cradle your head in his hand as he pumps chocolate-infused Gil-juices onto your panting tongue. You want him to seize your jaw and ram it shut, and then move it around as if making you chew, all while he coos "Mmm, Gilbert is so yummy" in an extremely patronizing, extremely sexy way.

Back in reality, Gilbert taps over to your window with his cane and lifts it to part one of them to the side. "A lie first-thing in the morning. You've grown fearless as of late."

If by 'fearless' he means 'prepared to deep-throat and die', he is not wrong.

"How do you know I'm lying?"

Gilbert idly scratches his back with his cane. "Because I have ears." His eye narrows as if he's pleasuring himself.

Ah, yes. That's right. You screamed for his penis so loud that you left a crack in the window-pane.

Oh God, it's a dick-shaped crack. How in God's name is that physically possible? Is this your superpower? Are you doomed to save the lives of innocents by screaming artistic representations of Gilbert's dick onto buildings?

You open your mouth and words fall out. "Maybe I'm looking for the other Gilbert's penis."

Gilbert looks at you with a blinding smile. "The other Gilbert?"

You tried to think fast but it had cum at a cost.

Come. Come at a cost.

"Mhmm. Yes. The other Gilbert. With the… other penis…"

You want to say that made a lot more sense in your head, but it really didn't.

Gilbert's smile deepens and his eye takes on an excited sparkle. "He has two penises?"

"Mhmm." You nod. "Two." You hold up two fingers in a v-shape in front of your mouth and then immediately put it down when you realize what you're doing.

"How did he come to have two penises?" Why is he enjoying this story? Does Gilbert want two penises? Is one just not cutting it?

"Um… well…" You wrack your brain for more genius thoughts. "There was a freak-accident during a thunderstorm and…"

Gilbert climbs onto your bed and sits cross-legged. "And then?"

Please stop, Gilbert, you beg with your eyes. You both know you're lying. There's no need to keep up this charade. "And then he sneezed, and suddenly he had another dick."

"What did he name it?"

"Should he…have?"

Gilbert looks at you, aghast. "That's the first thing you do when you have a dick!"

"Does your dick have a name?"

His shock morphs into innocence. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

You'd laugh it off if it was anybody other than Gilbert threatening your life over the name of his dick. This man wants you to know absolutely nothing about himself. He and his dick are the national secret.

"Just kidding," he says, pinching your nose and giving it a rough twist. "It doesn't have a name. Would you like to give it one?"

Come again?

"I'm serious."

"I didn't say anything."

"You said it with your cute little, gaping"―Gilbert thumbs your bottom lip―"mouth."

You're trying so hard not to moan or look down at his crotchal region. That vast, forbidden paradise, the gates of which must be wrought of steel and guarded by… well, not literal soldiers, but figurative ones, in pretty armor with little helmets shaped like penis-heads. 'You shall not pass' they would say to you, being fans of a certain franchise. But then Gilbert himself, a spectral projection of the actual Gilbert, would ride through the gates on his penis-shaped segway and hold out his hand like a fairy-tale prince, inviting you into his…

Oh wow, how long have you just been sitting here petting Gilbert through his pants?

"I am so―"

Gilbert catches your withdrawing hand and slaps it back over his bulge. "You're not going to stop halfway, are you?"

"Wait, you're already half-way?"

He gives you a deadpan look. "Funny." He curls his hand around yours curling around his length.

Oh sweet honey badger tits, this is for real. This hardness, this solidity, this grand scepter of unadulterated power. This is the dick which commands armies and crushes foes into dust. The dick destined for the imperial throne. Its magnificent shape exalts your palm and ascends your entire forearm into Glory with a capital G. Tears stream down your face.

Gilbert slaps your hand away.

"These are happy tears."

Gilbert slaps your hand back.

"Other Gilbert will be so jealous," you whisper nonsensically, foaming at the mouth. No other person in history has ever derived such immaculate pleasure from being on the giving end.

Gilbert grunts softly as your fingernail pokes against his tip. The wetness traveling across the fabric only makes you want to clamp your mouth around him while sticking your ass in the air for Gilbert to clap like bongos. It has to be that specific position, because you read it in a dirty book two weeks ago and have spiritually-masturbated to the mental image every night since.

"Has Other Gilbert ever…" Gilbert lifts his chin as he chokes out another gasp. A bead of sweat rolls down from under his eyepatch in HD4K. Or he's crying. But he's probably not crying.

"I'm not crying. You're crying."

"I am," you say, still sobbing from the euphoric majesty of this experience. "I definitely am. But what were you going to say?"

Gilbert's head comes down on your shoulder. His teeth clamp onto your skin with the force of someone who's just overheard the funniest joke during a funeral and is trying desperately not to laugh.

"Ouchies," you comment. But in truth you barely notice the pain because the dick in your grasp has grown to encompass the whole of your reality.

But Gilbert still switches to cute, squirrel-like nibbles. You've been promoted from rabbit to acorn, just as God intended.

His breathing is even louder now, so close to your ear. If your superpower is super-sonic dick-graffiti, Gilbert's is brainwashing you, with the mere, sweet staccato of his sighs, into thinking you can suck his dick for 2000 hours straight without repercussions.

You believe in the Gilbert that believes in you. If you can't suck dick for that long now, no matter. You will learn. You will practice daily on the yellow fruit known as the banana. You will procure hot dogs only to divorce them from their bun and marry them to your cavernous maw. If Onepunch Man can train himself into godhood with 1000 pushups a day, you can do the same with 1000 daily blowjobs upon phallic-adjacent food.

But part of you wonders how much of this is an act on Gilbert's part. He's never been one to show himself unguarded. And he's every bit the kind of man to fuck with you just to see what you'll do.

He'd never just fuck you though. Maybe the act in itself has no particular meaning for him, but if it involves you...

Oh no, his sexy breathing is making you have lovey-dovey thoughts. Oh no, have you secretly been in love with Gilbert this whole time? Gilbert and not his Triple-S-20-Star-Gacha-Tier Penis? Shouldn't this revelation come after you do?

On the flip-side, your deep and profound introspection has translated into maddeningly sensual strokes of your hand. Or so you imagine, because Gilbert's leaving hickies on you a mile a minute now.

Hmm. What if you bring your hand around the underside...like this... and with his balls...

Gilbert meows.

Like a literal meow.

You're suddenly looking up at the ceiling as Gilbert cups your hand to his freed cock and presses down on you. Keeping your hand still, he grinds himself into your palm in the most beautiful undulation of the human body that you've ever seen. A dancer could not accomplish this. An earthworm, maybe.

"What are you thinking?" Gilbert asks you between deep thrusts and barely-maintained breathing.

You pull the excess snot up back through your nose. "You don't know?"

"Not in this moment." His smile is sad and gorgeous at the same time. "You feel faraway somehow. Like I'm seeing a part of you that I knew nothing about."

"Do you get off on saying angsty things at just the right moment?"

Gilbert grins as his pace picks up.

You reach your free hand up and around to gently grip his back. "I'm thinking about how beautiful you are."

He laughs. "Zero points for originality."

"Do you want me to lie to you?"

"Yes," he says, and it seems to surprise him as much as it surprises you. A drop of sweat falls from his chin onto your cheek. He leans in to kiss it away, hesitating for a second because some of your snot slipped onto your cheek when you'd turned your head briefly to check the time. "Yes," he repeats, as if trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince you. His voice sounds hoarse. His kiss to your cheek lands like rain.

You don't even remember when he comes because you're too busy hugging him super, super, super hard. Not just Peenbert, but Gilbert.

Ah. Peenbert. That's right.

You tell Gilbert the name.

He chuckles and flicks a dried booger from your upper lip.

For a second you think he's going to eat it.

The end.

#ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert x reader #gilbert von obsidian x reader #ikemen prince #ikepri smut #atelier writes ikeseries

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bubbledtee · 2 years

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Can James PLEASE use me as a fucking pillow? PLEASE! Like really any era of James, PLEASE PLEASE!

Like can he just lay between my legs, rest his head on my tummy, and have a tight ass grip on my thighs or hips?

But like I need like Papa Het to like lay on my chest but I also need ride the lightening era James to literally lay on my back or my ass but I also need load/reload era James to use my legs as a pillow/something comfy. I have bigger thighs and I just want James to literally like….UGH I CANT I want him to literally use them as a pillow or whatever. BRUH I CANT-

LITERALLY. like i just wanna play with his hair while he lays between my legs and uses my thighs as pillowwssssss hnnngggg <3333 or papa het laying his head on my chest while i rub my fingers through his hair <3333 ride the lightning era james kissing your thighs while he lays between them hnnnnggggg

i want him so bad i just wanna play with his hair and give him kisses and affection UGH

#james hetfield #ask #anon #papa het #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield x y/n #james hetfield x reader #metallica #bub’s thoughts

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transboykirito · 2 months

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Never thought I was into trans boys but your T voice is… 😳 HNNNGGGG Are you interested in being bred? Do you degrade cis men? 🫣🥵

"More... Hug me, harder..."

More strength was brought into his arms as they hugged me tightly, sending shocks that numbed the very core of my mind.

"Haa..."

Unable to hold it back, a deep, long breath leaked out from me.

"...Okay."

I whispered, with my lips near Kirito's ears.

There was hesitation in what I said, but... there was no regret.

"Eh...?"

Perhaps he didn't hear it, but Kirito was making a bewildered face.

I found that puzzled expression lovely, but a vehement embarrassment came over me.

"Li-Like I said, it's okay!"

"That's why I'm asking what is??"

Do you really not understand in a situation like this?! ...It happened the moment I realised that.

...Somethi--ng snapped.

"Like I said! I'm okay with having sex!"

Due to the blood rising to my head, I screamed an outrageous line out loud.

Kirito prepared to enter me...

With the thought of that, despite it merely pressing against my entrance, honey flowed out from me without end.

"Liz..."

"Hmm, do it... deeper."

*zubu... zubuzubu... guchu*

Every time Kirito's member gently sunk into me, lewd noises came from me, the count of which surpassed the act itself. But this was no time to be shy over those sounds.

"Fuaa... ah-"

An ardent heat and numbness surged from where we were connected; my head, my body close to melting away. I didn't realise that I was embracing Kirito tighter to me, wanting to feel him deeper within me until I noticed the pleasure it was giving me.

"What... no... no way, it's only my first time... why do I feel this good..."

The first time will hurt. That detail I learnt from magazines and such flittered about my mind.

To feel this good on my first time, was I just really perverted from the start?

I felt burdened with that worry without realising that SAO was different from the real world, but I still ended up grinding my waist, wanting more of Kirito's cock in me.

"Liz, aah... i-if you do that, I'll..."

"Haa... nn, sorry, I can't stop anymore... You feel so good, Kirito..."

*guchu, chupu, chupo* Each time Kirito's member thrust in and out of me, a sensation much like that of an intense electric shock assailed me, and I bit into his shoulder in an attempt to avoid succumbing to it.

If someone were to look at where we were joined, they would see our nether regions jammed against each other, and Kirito with his unbelievably thick penis...

Impaling... what was below my clit which was engorged with excitement, my vagina, making damp noises while drenched in sticky fluids.

"Aah... this is so perverted... b-but... it's so good, Kirito... this really is my first time, alright, it's because it's you, all because of you, that I'm like this, Kirito!"

"I know... Liz."

As though trying to soothe me, Kirito kissed me.

Those kind eyes and words of Kirito... I love them, so very much.

My thoughts have already melted away into a mess, but I couldn't help but continue bucking my waist, longing for more of Kirito.

...This is so embarrassing, but it feels so right...

"! I'm... nn..."

Kirito's desperate cries were conveyed to me. The mere thoughts of them shook my body with euphoria and passion.

"It's okay, Kirito. Let it out in me..."

Kirito's thrusts became more frenzied. Each push sent my breasts, which could hardly be called plentiful, squirming as their peaks grazed against Kirito's chest, setting off fireworks in my head.

"Liz...!"

"Aah... Haa... I'm melting... I'm melting---!!"

The moment Kirito's hot fluids gushed into me... I embraced him just tightly as I hit my climax with him deep within me.

...Night.

Shivering in the chilly night wind, my eyes opened.

"A... dream?"

As I gradually regained my wits... my entire body flushed red in an instant as I recalled the contents of the dream.

SAO has a system with an extensive range of emotions, so my head might really be letting out steam now.

Upon turning towards Kirito in a panic, I saw him sleeping with a somewhat carefree expression.

"...Just what, am I dreaming about--"

Calming down, I lowered my tension and... what is this chill?

"Eh?"

When I looked between my legs, where I was sleeping in the sleeping bag... there was a sticky wetness.

"Don't... tell me..."

Opening the menu in a fluster, I checked the Ethics Code Cancellation Mode buried at the bottom of all those levels. ...It was on.

"I-I... While sleeping with Kirito, without even knowing... Uaah."

It's true that I'm the type that can stop alarm clocks no matter how complex they are, without waking up.

But still, this is way too embarrassing!

"Ah, geez, this is all your fault as well, Kirito!"

That's certainly a childish sleeping face, now that I look at it properly... While thinking so, I tried telling the sleeping Kirito.

And then, I slipped back into the sleeping bag, burying my face into Kirito's chest.

"I fell in love with you... Kirito."

#anon #asks #if you’re weird to me i’m just gonna be weirder back #anyway here’s this fucking thing reki wrote in approximately 2003

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