#i like to think that it would be intresting to other people enough for them to read a comic about it

[csainz5]

Mine || Charles Leclerc #16

pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which seeing people ship you with other drivers fuels the possessiveness in charles.

author notes: can u tell ive been obsessed with culpa mia. also this is my first charles fic (!!!) i made sm tweaks to the original req im so sorry 😭 deff been in a slump recently bc exams but 🙏 no beta read!! this one is still raw asf lol

req: yes/no.

wc: 1.2k words

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the air as the weekend approached was filled with an adrenaline of its own. drivers loitering on the paddock, a camera shoved up each one of their faces. most of them were making videos for their teams social media, while others were giving interviews. silly banter & playful hazing surrounded the place as the free practices neared. as calm and laid back as the environment was, a new buzz had taken over the virtual world. it seemed like the redbull fans had taken on a new intrest in a the friendship you and max shared, suspecting it could be more than just friends. you’re shocked as you read through the articles, what could possibly make it seem like you were both in any sense more than just friends? max was like the brother you never had, and you, the sister he had always hoped of having. as much as the articles were delusional, you didnt really care that much about them, i mean why would you be afraid when there’s nothing youre scared of being open to the public? okay, maybe not everything. not the time when you were so drunk you demanded every guy on the paddock to quote “settle it with me on the ring”, not the time when you were the culprit behind the hilarious azerbaijan mix up where you stole the champagne on the podium and replaced it with an empty one, and definitely not the fact that you’re already taken, by a person known to all on the paddock.

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The morning of the race was always an exhilarating one no matter which team youre driving for, or which team you’re rooting for. the passion, the dedication and the confidence in the each and every drivers persona was enough to fill you in the same mindset. though youve always been a redbull fan, which, i mean is definitely not even surprising considering you probably frequent their garage more than some of their own engineers, youve always held an admiration for all the drivers. even you knew how dominant the redbull cars were, so seeing the rest of the drivers still catch up with less resources filled your heart with pride. you look up at the fan’s waiting impatiently for the race to start with a smile on your face. this, will never get boring, you think.

Lord Percival 👑

can’t find you anywhere near here, don’t tell me you’re ditching me today yet again 😔

a chuckle escapes your lips.

You

i wouldve come over but you’re all the way across rn 😭 i’ll definitely be waiting for you after the race tho.

Lord Percival 👑

wow. way to betray me over text babe

You

okay drama queen 😒

Lord Percival 👑

guess you rubbed off on me then mon jolie

You

ill make it up to you, i always do.

just before you press send, you notice the drivers had already left for their respective interviews. whats the point in sending it now anyways, you decide.

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the dark looms over the sky as celebrations near. the smell of alcohol, weed and god knows fucking what become all too familiar to you at this point. you reach the party alongside max, which considering he’s your best friend was not out of the ordinary for you, but little did you know, it didn’t help the ongoing rumours one bit. the familiar stench of reporters clogs your mind. what the hell were the doing here? and more importantly why were all of them suddenly taking an intrest in your friendship with max? question after question is thrown at you which makes you realise youve had enough of this. you reach for your phone.

You

screw this party

wanna meet up at our usual spot?

Lord Percival 👑

im always down 🙏

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you could never get sick of this. the same ride, the same atmosphere, the exact same playlist playing over and over again, the curves of the road as you drive through. because you know, at the end of this journey would be the same thing you look forward to, every time. so you get into you car, and drive the same drive to the same spot, once again. at a pillar reading out “623” you stop by the ferrari you know all too well.

there he was. i could never get used to seeing him like this, you think, dressed up in formals but looking formal in no way whatsoever. shriveled hair, buttons unbuttoned, jewellery he knows how to style in just the right way. his crazed eyes of emerald, gazing into you with an intensity that makes your nerves shiver.

“took you long enough to come here” he says, holding you waist. “it was a longer drive than usual” “is that so?” he says, stepping aside you to rest against his ferrari, right beside you. folding his arms, he continues, pulling a cigarette out of his blazer, “want one?” “please, today was a bitch” “i could say the same for me, really” he reaches towards you, lighting your cigarette. “races in monaco are my favourite” he says, looking up at the sky. “yeah, id imagine so. nothing beats home” “yeah, it’s great to be home and all, but theres also something in monaco that beats the thrill any race could give me” he steps forwards, hands placed beside either sides of you.

he pulls the cigarette from your lips, taking in a puff himself. he brings his lips to your ear, “or rather, theres someone in monaco, who beats the thrill any race could give me” he whispers, blowing the smoke away. he flicks the cigarette aside and steps on it, as he lifts your face up, meeting your eyes with his own. “someone who sighs right when i kiss her here,” he goes on to place a chaste kiss on your mole, right on your neck by your jawline. and like a story repeated enough times, you sigh. “someone who arches her back when i pull her hair slightly like this,” he gently tugs your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and like a telltale, you arch your back, the satisfaction of being right sprawled across charles’s face.

“but of all, the one thing that makes me come back to this place again and again, is knowing that—“ he lifts your hips up, making you wrap your legs around him. “you’re mine.” the second he says that, its like all the dots connected in your head. you never thought charles would be jealous of the rumours, given how he was the one who didn’t want your relationship to be public. “charles, are you jealous?” you ask. “so what if i am?” “well, i for one wouldnt want my boyfriend to be feeling like that anymore” “what do you mean?” you pull out your phone from your clutch, “kiss me” “wait what are you doing?” “i said, kiss me” you say, pulling him in by his jaw. “im conf-“ you kiss him, shutting him up. as he closes his eyes he finds himself to not be able to help himself from drowning into you, well atleast until a flash brings him out of his trance. “im going to post it.” “you don’t have to, you know” “but i want to. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me charles. you’re my favourite person and i would hate to see you be jealous”

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“i can’t believe you actually did it, jolie” “its the least i could do” you say, pecking his cheek. “but ive gotta say, i definitely wouldnt mind seeing this shade of you more often” “you haven’t seen the end of me yet, mon ange”

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc imagine #formula one #formula 1 #f1 2023 #ferrari #charles leclerc scenario

[moon7jay]

BY ANY CHANCE DO YOU THINK YOU COULD WRITE plus size reader x heeseung smut? if not that’s ok!!

Yes of course I can!

Soft (L.HS )

The first time heeseung saw you was when he was too busy on his phone to notice his surroundings and walked head first into u, hands flailing as his samsung flip flew across the room and he held onto u for dear life making you fall on top of him. He felt your body press onto him for a maximum of 1 minute before u were apologizing and scrambling off of him in a hurry, afraid of squishing him underneath u. he would have noticed your red cheeks flaming in embarrassment if he wasn't fixated on your plush thighs as u stood up in front of him, bowing to apologize, your deep neckline revealing your soft chest which made his mouth water, he swears he didn't believe in love at first sight but when his eyes looked up into your embarassed ones, he knew he needed to have you.

That night heeseung went home and jerked off to you. He was ashamed cuz he was acting like such a perv but remembering the feel of your soft body against his hard and lean one made his dick harden in his pants. Your soft voice as you spilled apologies, your cheeks that were made to be munched on, your thighs which heeseung needed around his head as you sat on his face, your breasts, good lord he couldn't even believe how fast he came just thinking of you.

Heeseung went to the same cafe daily, hoping he would catch sight of you again if he was consistent enough and just after a few days, he saw you again.

Your relationship with heeseung was the most unexpected thing that had ever happened to you. You honestly weren't expecting the same handsome man that u had choked to death a few days prior to approach you as you waited for your order. You thought he was there to make fun of you, or maybe taunt u and remind u of that incident, too used to people taking jabs at you, but what you weren't expecting was for the most attractive man u had ever seen to start confessing his undying love for you.

You were a little suspicious at first cuz surely he wasn't intrested in u right? It wasn't that u thought of yourself as unattractive, you knew u were beautiful, but men like him didn't usually go for women like u, so it did make u wonder.

But the more he kept wooing u, the more your doubts started to fade away. He treated you like a queen. The first time he had kissed you, it was like a man starved. The way he pressed himself closer to u, hands digging into the soft flesh of your waist, tongue tasting every crevice of your mouth, it made u believe that he did in fact desire you. More than you knew.

You were sat on heeseung's thigh as you animatedly talked about your day. His one hand was wrapped around your waist while the other kept stroking your cheek as you talked. To him, u were the most adorable little thing. And he wanted to devour you whole. As he buried his nose in your neck, you held onto his shoulders "hee, are u even listening to me?" u whined.

"Of course baby, tell me more" he hummed into your skin, sniffing and kissing your neck, making you giggle cuz it was ticklish.

"Stop sniffing me like a weirdo" U said hitting his shoulder and he pulled back to smile at you

"But you smell so good" he whispered and u blushed. Honestly,there was never a moment with heeseung where he didn't make u flustered, he made you feel so desired.

You started to recount your day again,trying to ignore the way your boyfriend was looking at you.

Heeseung could not concentrate,you looked so good in his shirt, buttons open at the chest region cuz your titties preferred spilling out, his buttons too weak to hold them inside, your thighs on full display cuz the thin shorts could only do so much to hide your softness. His eyes became dark and droopy the more he looked at you,your lips looked so inviting, he didn't know how u did it. He honestly never thought himself to be a sex addict before he met you. But ever since u came into his life, he had this insatiable urge to be inside of you at least once a day , hands on your soft flesh 24/7, squeezing you, your plush thighs choking him, tasting you, taking you anywhere and everywhere. He started to drool a little as his thoughts drifted off to more naughty things, hands moving on their own, squeezing your ass roughly. Your gasp brought him back to reality, your wide doe eyes staring at him as he continued to grope you like a perv.

"Heeseung we can't, u know that!" U warned him urgently as his hands became more daring, slipping under your (his) shirt to knead your chest, making you bite your lower lip to keep your moans inside.

"Why not baby? " He whispered biting your earlobe, squeezing your nipples, making u dig your nails into his shoulders, small whimpers leaving your lips.

"Your roomates are literally outside" U whimpered back

"Yeah?and they know i get pussy, what about it?" He groaned, as he moved his hand between your legs, feeling your wetness through your thin shorts, biting harshly on your neck, making you moan out loud.

"But hee- he cut you off with a bruising kiss, adjusting your body to straddle him properly, you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his hard length against your core through his sweatpants. He rested his forehead on yours "I wanna fuck , wanna have sex right fucking now, so grind on me like a good girl, show me a good time baby" He panted into your mouth, the feeling of your soft body driving him delirious. Biting his lower lip at the feeling of your hips grinding on his dick, fingers gripping so tight onto your thighs, guiding your movements, as you dry humped like animals in heat. You moved your hands into his hairs, while sharing open mouthed kisses, saliva dripping down your chins but the feeling of your tongues against each other was too good to care.

"Let's get naked" he panted as you sucked sensually on his neck, making him thrust harshly into your clothed core. Too impatient to feel each other skin to skin, you unbuttoned his shirt haphazardly as he pulled your shorts down your legs, soon enough you both were grinding naked on each other, his grip harsh on the flesh of your soft waist as your pussy lips rubbed deliciously, making a mess on his hard hot dick. Moans and gasps leaving both of your mouths, the thought of his roomates hearing in on u turning you on more.

"Fuck it baby, fuck on me" He whined, desperate to get inside of your body, you being just as desperate, nodded and guided his throbbing dick into your tight cunt.

The moan he let out once he was fully sheathed in you was pornographic, you moaned his name like a prayer, the feeling of being full overwhelming u, he was just so big.

His brows furrowed as you started moving up and down on him, eyes focused on the way your body moved, breasts jiggling so lewdly he couldn't resist taking one into his mouth, biting harshly,making u scream and scratch his back. So soft, you were so soft, he wanted to die just like this. His mouth formed into an "o" as u increased your pace, watching the thick white ring your juices created at the base of his dick.

"You were made for sex, u know that?" He asked lazily smirking at u, eyes rolling back in his head, pussy too good as his hands groped you. His words made your pussy clench.

"That's right yeah? body made to be fucked for pleasure. My. Fucking. Pleasure. " He insinuated every word with a harsh thrust upwards.

"Heeseung, please baby" U whined, he cursed under his breath, u could ask him to jump in front of a moving truck in that voice and he would do it, no questions asked.

He flipped you over, your body now underneath him, as he pressed closer to you, dick burried in your tight snatch, naked sweaty bodies rubbing against each other as you both chased pleasure. You hooked your legs over his thighs as he moved in and out of you, face burried in your neck, a bunch of "so good" and "fuck yeah"s leaving his lips at the pleasure your gummy walls were giving him. You came with a loud moan, clenching harshly around his length, your nails digging hard into his back, you were sure he was bleeding by now.

His movements became harsh as he sucked on your lower lip, biting into it cuz u felt so good, he wanted to munch on you. His hands squeezing your ass to spread your legs more, he wanted more access to u. Sex wasn't enough, he wanted to be INside of you.

"'s too much hee, s-stop" you cried in overstimulation, his dick hitting you in a painfully pleasurable way.

"gonna use your hot little cunt as long as I fucking want, don't be fucking ungrateful" He panted, now grinding deep into your fuck hole, head thrown back in pleasure. You could already feel your second orgasm approaching, your pussy clenching around him again

"Fuck yeah baby, keep fucking it just like that, keep taking it, gonna breed u full of my cum" He groaned as you came without a warning, crying as tears of overwhelming pleasure fell down your cheeks, he moaned into your neck as his movements became erratic

"God, such good pussy" He cursed as he filled you with his fuck cream with one last grind. Still moving slowly into you to make sure, each drop of his cum was inside of you.

His body fell on top of yours and u wrapped your arms around his neck feeling him kiss your forehead.

"Keep it inside" you whispered and he cursed

"God damn woman, warn a man before you stay stuff like that"

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #enhypen hard hours #enha #enha x reader #heeseung x reader

[ganymede-hh]

NURSE BODY THEFT

Lucas had been a lovely young man his whole life, with a passion for helping others out. It was why he'd studied medicine to become a nurse. At only 26 years old, the young man had it all- a well paying job at a local hospital, an amazing body he'd worked hard for, and a pretty decent reputation in his neighborhood. This reputation was mostly because of his part time job, which involved helping his sickly neighbor Hector.

Hector was an old veteran, the man was 87 years old, and his body was simply ruined. His hair was patchy and balding, with a completely white beard on his wrinkly facem his eyesight wasn't very good hence why he had to wear glasses and his 5,4 height was certainly not complimented by his morbid obesity. The old guy's health had been in decline for years, but Lucas was determined to make his last years more comfortable for the old man.

Unbeknownst to Lucas, Hector didn't see him as a means of making peace with his old age, but rather a way to escape it. One day, he invited Lucas over and showed him a strange device. Telling Lucas that it was an heirloom from his days as a soldier, Hector explained the device's purpose.

"This here is what the military called a swap gun. It's used to switch the bodies of two people that are consecutively shot by it"

Lucas seemed intrested, but his expression changed as Hector begun to explain what his idea was

"I'm getting older Lucas, and I want to feel what it's like to be young again, at least for a few hours. Would you let me switch bodies with you? It's completely reversible"

Feeling sorry for the old man, Hector sighed and responded

"If you really think it'll work, then sure. It's only a few hours, right?"

with that, the old man handed Lucas the device as his bedridden self was unable to stand long enough to do the job. With a deep breath, Lucas first shot himself and then Hector and suddenly everything fell silent.

When Lucas came to, he felt a crushing weight almost gluing him to the bed he was now laying in. With a struggle, the young man now turned old and fat sat up to see that his old body was nowhere to be seen. Spotting a note on his bed's side, Lucas begun to read

"Thanks for the body, Lucas! I'll be sure to get it back to you after I have some fun today. Until then, enjoy the pipe I left for you and watch some TV!"

With that, Lucas turned to the mirror to look at himself. He was hideous, his body a mess. He couldn't believe the swap actually worked and his mind was racing, but he kept himself composed as he reminded himself that Hector would swap them back tonight. So, he did as Hector suggested and decided to try that pipe.

As the day slowly came to an end, Lucas was beginning to get anxious. Looking at his huge, slob like body- he longed to be his old self again. After several hours of waiting, Lucas realized how boring and difficult Hector's life was. He needed help to even get up and go to the bathroom, and he was constantly out if breath.

Suddenly the door opened and a familiar sight walked into the room. There was a confident smirk on Lucas' face, now belonging to Hector. He walked up to the bedside table and placed a hand on Lucas's fat belly

"Damn. I really let myself go in these years haven't I? I won't miss this old body."

Lucas seemed distressed as he frantically looked up at his old body

What do you mean- I- I thought we were swapping back!"

Hector let out a booming laugh as he grabbed the letter from Lucas's hands and crumbled it up

"No way I'm going back in that disgusting body. Enjoy being a fat fart for the rest of your life Lucas, not like you have much time left hahah!"

Hector than flashed his new abs at the crying old man Lucas was now permanently stuck as before leaving Lucas behind to helplessly struggle in his bed. Soon moving away from the neighborhood never to be seen again.

As Hector enjoyed his new life, Lucas was left helpless as he didn't even have the support of another person to help him out. After a few months passed from the swap, Lucas was admitted to a mental hospital for saying stuff like his body was stolen. That was where he spent the rest of his days, as he passed away due to his morbid obesity three years after the swap.

He'd only gotten fatter, hairier and balder as he'd aged, his youth stolen from him by a selfish old man.

#bad ending #identity theft #male body swap #male weight gain #young to old #bodyswap

[mysaintkitten]

Little Secret | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

prompt: neil is your sisters boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop you from developing a slight crush on him (this is based off a suggestion that was sent to me !! thank you to whoever sent it !!) (NSFW, NO MINORS!)

WARNINGS: veeery slight age gap (unspecified ages but reader is implied to be younger, everyones legal), cheating, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

word count: 3.8k

neil and your sister had been dating for about 4 months now, still very much in its fresh-honeymoon stage. in those 4 months, you two had been around each other a few times but hadn’t really spoken to each other directly. you’d be in the same conversations, but that’s really all that would happen.

it wasn’t until somehow, the two of you were left alone in the living room of your house a few hours before your parents were planning to hold a family gathering, neil being your sisters plus one. you’re sitting on one side of the couch and he sits on the other, you’re physically as far apart as you can within the couches armrests. your sister had temporarily left due to a minor emergency situation, she had realized that she had no solo cups or paper plates for the family gathering tonight, and your parents were at the liquor store buying alcohol for the gathering.

for a while, you just sat in silence. if you were being honest, you thought neil was pretty cute, but you felt so guilty about it. so you just tried your best to avoid him. he was just a few years older, nothing significant that would make people look twice, but the more dominating factor was that he was with your sister. whenever you felt yourself staring at him, or tweaking your appearance when he’d look away, you’d remind yourself: he’s with your sister.

as the two of you sat in silence, he eventually breaks it by blowing a weak raspberry through his lips and stirring up a conversation,

“sooo …” he starts, eyes scanning around the room before bringing them to you, “see any interesting movies lately?” he asks, you refrain from chuckling. of course he’s asking about movies. but, it’s his main interest and he’s trying to be nice, so you engage.

“uh, yeah, actually!” you respond, looking down at your hands in your lap was you fiddled with your thumbs, “watched fantastic planet, i thought it was really cool.”

“wow, really?” he responds, his words almost sound sarcastic, but when you look up at him he has a partially impressed expression on his face. you blush slightly, temporarily basking in the fact that you gave him an answer he approved of. your sister wasn’t as in to movies as either of you were, which was a bit of a tolling factor on his relationship with her.

“i like fantastic planet too, you seen any other french films? like la haine?” he questions, his body language becoming more relaxed,

you perk up slightly, “yeah! i loved la haine!” you beamed, turning your body inwards to face him better, you did really enjoy cinema but you didn’t have anyone to talk about it with.

he smiles at you warmly and then scans you up and down, before he can say anything you hear the front door unlock and your sister comes in, “oh, my god! you won’t believe what i saw!” she exclaims from the front door. his gaze stays on you for a few more moments before he breaks it to go help your sister out with the bags. you watch him as he leaves. you feel an uncontrollable smile spread across your lips and you scurrying up to your room, not wanting to face your sister and be reminded of the fact that these feelings are guaranteed to lead to nothing.

once upstairs, you start getting ready. you shower and shave, change into a nicer outfit, a cute little dress. overall modest, but showed enough to hopefully peak neil’s intrest, and do your hair and makeup.

you’re patient, making sure you look as nice as possible, nearly missing the beginning of the get together to finish getting ready.

as you’re putting your earrings in, you’re subconsciously thinking about what neil would like. does he like slutty? does he like modest? you don’t want to make it obvious, but you want him to like what he sees.

after a few drinks, it sets in that the gathering is a bit of a let down. neil didn’t look at you once. it was almost like he was avoiding you. the conversations were boring, and you were tired of asking the same dull questions about your life and your future. you decided it was best for you to just sneak back up to your room. your parents and sister were enjoying the company, you didn’t want to kill their vibe.

once in your room, you strip yourself of your dress and slip into a loose tee and some pyjama shorts, proceeding to climb back into bed and scroll on your phone.

suddenly, your bedroom door swings open, and there neil is.

you both stare at each other, “oh, sorry, i thought this was the bathroom.” he said, blatantly lying, he’s been to your house numerous times, he knew exactly where the bathroom was. but how’d he know which room was yours? had he been doing trial and error without you knowing?

you break eye contact and glance around your room trying to figure out what words to say, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks, you notice in your peripheral that he’s walking into your room now, beginning to shut the door behind him,

“uh, well ..” you start, “it isn’t, i can take you to the actual bathroom if you’d like ..” you joke lightly, attempting to calm your own nerves, he smiles at you,

“that’s alright, i don’t really have to go, anyway.” he responds, looking at all the small trinkets you have scattered throughout your room, “why’d you leave?”

oh, so he did notice you.

“i guess it just wasn’t really my vibe .. things didn’t go exactly as planned i suppose.” laughing weakly, again, just trying to break the tension. you’re not even sure if there’s actual tension or if it’s just your nerves, either way, you’re trying to calm yourself down.

“what did you have planned?” he asks, he’s standing directly beside your bed at this point, picking up and toying with little things he’s found on your nightstand.

“uhh ..” you murmur, trying to conjure up a believable lie. you can’t just say, “oh, i tried my best to look hot so you’d look at me, but you didn’t, so i went upstairs.” so you settle with, “i just wasn’t expecting every conversation to revolve around my future, you know? i mean maybe that’s excepted of older family members, they just want what’s best-“ you ramble, and you realize you’re rambling way too far into your sentence.

“sorry” you giggle, he grins at you and chuckles softly, “in summary, the conversations were tedious. i’d rather just be in my room.”

he sighs, “yeah, i get that”, he places the small objects back on your nightstand and adjusts them to how they were before he picked them up. then, to your surprise, he sits on the edge of your bed, “your sisters having a nice time talking with the other girls, i felt a bit out of place so i told them i was heading up to the bathroom, they didn’t really notice though.” he adds, his comment about your sister brought you back down to earth. oh, yeah, my sister, your girlfriend.

you shift away from him slightly, feeling yourself becoming antsy. he had never been this close to you before, he had never been in such a personal space with you before, neither of you knew each other like that, yet here you were.

“oh .. haha ..” you mutter, your eyes are actively avoiding him, you’ve convinced yourself that as long as you don’t look at him he won’t realize how nervous you are. as if he read your mind, you hear him say, “wait, look at me.”

you gulp slightly and shift your head and your gaze towards him, making direct eye contact with him. his eyes drift down to your lips and he brings his thumb forward, gently swiping it against the edge of your bottom lip.

you don’t breathe, his eyes on you and his thumb on your lip is a bit much for your psyche to handle, your eyes shift away, keeping your head in place for him.

he notices your eyes shifting and he chuckles, “what? am i that hideous?”

your eyes widen slightly while looking back at him “no, no no! it’s not that!” you explain frantically, “it’s uh … kinda ..” you start, your voice trailing off as you realize what you were just about to admit to him. he doesn’t let you stop though, he continues to pry.

“kinda … what?” he asks, raising his brows, “kinda .. the opposite.” you choke out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, you definitely can’t look at him at this point.

you shift away from him more, tucking your knees up to your chest, the silence is eating away at you.

“look, i’m sorry, i think you should go, i shouldn’t have-“ you blab, desperately trying to dig yourself out of this hole you’ve created.

“(y/n), (y/n), breathe, it’s alright.” he coos, placing his hand on your shoulder in attempt to calm you down, “no shame in a little attraction, we’re only human, after all.” he adds, rubbing your arm gently.

“but you’re taken, neil ..” you whisper, “by my sister, at that!”

he doesn’t really respond to that, he returns to his original point, “we feel how we feel. you can’t control that.”, as he speaks he brings himself closer to you, his torso is mere inches away from your tucked-up legs.

“you know ..” he says, staring down at your bed while tracing small patters on your comforter with his finger, “actually i don’t think i should say ..” he laughs weakly. your curiosity peaks. “no, go on, i had to say what i was thinking, it’s your turn.” you coax, relaxing your body language a bit.

he sighs, “well .. you aren’t too bad yourself, not bad at all actually ..” he looks back up at you, shifting his gaze between your eyes and your lips. your hearts pounding, you’re worried he might be able to hear it, “oh, stop .. you’re just saying that ..” you mumble, nudging him playfully.

“i’m not!” he laughs, “really, i think you’re very attractive .. you probably get that all the time though.”

you scoff and cross your arms in front of your body, “definitely not ..”

his brows stitch together in disbelief, “what? you’re telling me you don’t have guys trailing after you constantly?”, you shake your head no. he huffs and scoots closer, directly beside you now.

you chat for a while, almost completely forgetting about the gathering and the fact that your sister, his girlfriend, is downstairs, but neither of you care at this point. you begin to discuss your shared interest, movies.

he brings up trainspotting, and you nearly lose it, unleashing all of your retained trainspotting-knowledge onto him.

he can tell how into it you are, he watches you attentively as you ramble, making sure to nod every now and then so you know he’s listening and following along.

“and you know, for the toilet scene, they actually used chocolate an-“ you’re cut of by his lips on yours, you immediately forget whatever trainspotting trivia you were about to say to him, which knowing his love for film, he probably already knew all of the facts you told him. but he sat and listened anyway.

he pulls away, and he smirks slightly at the surprised expression on your face.

“neil ..” is all you can manage to mutter out before his lips are back on yours again, kissing you a bit more deeper, testing his limits. he pulls back again for a moment, “is this alright?” he hums, his lips nearly grazing yours. “my sister ..” you whine, he just chuckles and kisses you again. at this point, you’ve fully pushed your morals aside.

his kisses start to get deeper and his tongue starts to explore your mouth, you moan at the new sensation, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone before and things were moving rather quickly.

his lips move over to your cheek, down to your jawline and then to your neck where he suckles on the skin softly while creeping his hand between your legs.

you grab his wrist and halt his actions, “neil, i’ve never done this before ..” you confess,

he groans into your neck, his hot breath sending chills throughout your body, “i’ll be gentle, sweetheart ..” he mumbles, licking a flat stripe onto your neck before continuing to place his wet kisses on the skin. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the thought of stripping you of your innocence made him harder.

you’re undeniably wet, your mind is racing, neil’s mouth, his hands, his cock, your sister, your family downstairs, you can’t focus on one distinct thing until you feel neil’s fingers slip into your panties.

you gasp quietly, feeling his skilled fingers toy with your pussy, “no one’s touched here before?” he asked, pulling his head out from your neck to look down at his hand in your pants, using his free hand to palm his aching bulge, “n-no .. just me ..” you whimper as he starts to rub small circles onto your clit, he smirks before whispering “ever think about me when you touch yourself?”. you nod, biting your lip, screwing your eyes shut to avoid looking at him.

he chuckles lowly, “dirty little thing .. lemme get these off”, he takes his fingers off your clit and hooks them into your waistband, you whimper in disapproval at the loss of contact. as you lift your hips to aid him in the removal, you lower them back down and spread your legs, bending them slightly.

he falls silent and your eyes open back up, you see him crawling to get between your legs, your holes are on a perfect display for him, you’ve never been so exposed in front of anyone before, but you’ve also never felt so aroused.

as his eyes scan you wet pussy, he brings his fingers back up, sliding his middle finger up and down your folds, “touch yourself for me, baby, i wanna see.” he purrs, teasing your opening with his finger. you whine, placing your hand between your legs and rubbing your clit timidly, a bit embarrassed to be doing it right in front of him. as you start to touch yourself, he begins to fuck you with his finger, watching as you clench desperately around his lone digit.

he’s absolutely infatuated with you, as you stare down at him between your legs he looks almost hypnotized.

“wish you had told me sooner .. would’ve touched you ages ago ..” he groans, adding another finger in, you whine slightly, stopping the movements on your clit.

neil shoves his fingers fully in, keeping them knuckle deep inside of you, “did i say you could stop?” he breathed, gently running the tips of his fingers along your leg.

you resume your movements, and he speeds up his while smirking “good girl.” he praises, he shifts onto his knees while keeping his fingers inside you, he brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek.

he runs his thumb along your cheek sweetly before bringing his thumb to your lips, brushing against the skin, “open.” neil nearly whispers, you comply, sucking his thumb into your mouth.

you bat your eyelashes at him and suck his thumb in the most seductive way you can, despite having no experience, he likes what he sees. “jesus, (y/n) ..” he mutters, twisting his fingers inside you while trusting them in a bit harsher. “shit, neil!” you moan around his thumb, “you want more than my fingers, sweetheart?”, you whimper and nod, “hm? use your words, baby.” he hums.

you whine, “y-yes, i want more than your fing-ers ..”

“what do you want to fill you up instead?” he pries while taking his thumb out of your mouth and bringing that hand down to palm himself, smirking like the smug little fuck he is, you whimper louder, shifting your hips in front of him.

“neil ..” you huff, he just chuckles “come on, tell me what you want in that little pussy.”

you can barely manage to get the words out, embarrassment and arousal battling within your brain, but thanks to neil’s sweet little touches and words- arousal wins.

“y-our cock ..” you whisper, turning your head to the side. he groans quietly, “my, what, sweetheart? speak up.”

“your cock, neil!” you mewl, your desperation flooding all your other senses. he chuckles, “good girl, was that so bad?” he jokes before taking his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty, as he undoes his pants and hastily tugs them down. his hard cock springs out, you’re a bit intimidated by his size. he’s not huge, but he’s definitely big, and you’ve never had sex before, so your nerves were definitely starting to act up.

he scoots himself forward and lines himself up between your legs, rubbing your slick up and down with the head of his dick.

“aw, you nervous?” he teases, you don’t respond, you just whine, “you’ll take it all, like a good girl, huh?” he coos, sliding himself inside you slowly. “what about protection, neil?” you mewl, he laughs, “what, you think your sisters dirty, or something? i’m clean, darling.”

god, he’s disgusting. before you can respond, you gasp loudly at the stretch and slight burning sensation, “oh my ..” you huff, forgetting about whatever you were just bickering about. he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. he pauses for a moment, still only halfway inside you, to lean his body forward and place his hand beside your head, placing small kisses on your lips and cheek.

“doing so good, just a little more ..” he moans, using his free hand to rub your thigh soothingly.

finally, he bottoms out, you look down between your legs and then back up at him. he’s blushing himself, and he has a stupid little grin on his face. “feels nice ..” he groans before sliding himself out a bit, quickly thrusting back in. you moan at the mixture of pleasure and pain, feeling so incredibly full by neil’s cock. he speeds up more, making your moans louder and your body twitch beneath him. “god fu-ck, neil!” you nearly shout, he brings his hand up from beside your head and covers your mouth, “i know it feels good, sweetheart, but you gotta be quiet, okay? can’t let everyone downstairs know you’re getting pounded up here.” he taunts, knowing exactly how his thrusts are effecting you.

“mhmm!” you whine from underneath his hand, he moans and his shoulders go slack, “so fucking tight ..”

you grip the wrist of the hand that’s over your mouth, grunting and whining into his palm, while exhaling harshly through your nose.

he takes his hand off your mouth and moves it to your neck, gripping the sides gently. you stitch your brows together and watch him fuck into you through half-lidded eyes. “how does this feel, baby?” he purrs, dragging his nails along your thigh with his free hand.

you moan, not loudly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“good .. ‘s so good ..” you whimper, finding it hard to speak due to the circumstances.

“think you can come on my cock for me, hm?” he grunts, bringing his lips to yours before kissing you sloppily. you not as best you can and moan against his lips, neil takes his hand off your neck and brings it between your legs and promptly rubbing your clit, making you moan even louder again this lips.

“neil! shit!” you whine, clenching around him involuntarily. he moans weakly, placing his forehead against yours.

“‘m gonna come .. god, fuck!” he groans, pumping into you harder while continuing to rub your clit, you’re close too- but so close that you really can’t verbalized it. you just hope he knows, and he does. with a few breathy moans, he’s coming inside you. he pauses for a few moments to pull his body back up, but his thrusts don’t slow down, he’s maintaining his rough pace while rubbing on your clit, eager to get you to come for him.

“drench my cock, sweetheart, show me how good it feels.” he praises, looking down at himself fucking you.

you don’t need much more than that, you’re coming around his cock and you’re coming hard. harder than you ever have. maybe because prior all your orgasms had been from your own hands, but neil’s hands and words and cock gave you an orgasm that was unlike anything you had felt before. your mind goes blank and your body tenses up, small huffs and ‘fuck’s falling from your mouth as your orgasm crashes through you.

“there you go .. that’s it .. all over me baby ..” he coos, watching in fascination as you come undone on his cock.

once you’ve ridden your orgasm out, he pulls his softening cock out, making you wince, “sorry, i’m sorry ..” he mumbles, running his fingers along your thigh calmingly. “god, look at that ..” he groans, mostly to himself, as he spreads your lips apart and watches as the come behind to spill out of you. he gets up off the bed and begins to button up his pants, adjusting his appearance in the mirror before heading to the door.

“i’ll get you a wet rag and get you cleaned up, after that i’ve gotta go back downstairs.” he says, his hand already on the doorknob, “wait!” you respond, he turns his body to face you fully.

“what was that? what’s this?” you ask, leaving the question rather vague for a reason, “i mean .. i would like to keep this going .. i won’t tell if you won’t ..” he whispers slightly, as if nows the time he needed to be quiet. you would like to see him more often, you wanna feel how you felt more often. so you nod, “okay, i won’t either.” you whisper back.

he smiles, “sounds good. can you swing by my video store sometime this week? we could chat, watch a few films ..” he bubbled, seemingly giddy at the idea of spending time with you. “yeah, definitely!” you grin back as he heads out the door to grab the wet rag.

the post-nut clarity begins to sink in. you just slept with your sisters boyfriend. how are you ever going to face her again? how awful of a person can you be to do something like this? what’s done is done, you tell yourself, you’ve already been an awful sister. so fuck it. let’s keep this going.

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it’s 3 am heeeeyyyy

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #hope y’all like this #thank you to whoever sent this !! #:)

[poppy-metal]

Fake dating au when you both are visiting their parents estate because maybe it’s a holiday or someone in their family’s birthday or whatever event. While you’re both getting ready you two keep eyeing each other from the other side of the room, taking sneaky glances at one another, asking jordan to help you zip up your dress and putting on your necklace— which of course they help and their fingers hover after having clasped it into place..

You’re so nervous about making a good impression, about making Jordan look good and being like the perfect girl next door they lead you around the room with a hand on your lower back..

their hands would be slightly trembling as they drag the zipper up your spine to close the sides of your dress. they have to do the mr. darcy hand flex thing when they step away, because the sight of your bare back, the delicate slope of your waist, its all too much they try to physically shake the desire to touch you from their hands. It doesn't work though. it just gets worse, the wanting.

seeing you try so hard for their parents, harder even, then jordan tries for them. the hand at the back of your waist all night feels natural, and for a bit, they can play a game, think about it being real, about having a gem like you to show off to everyone. and you seem to melt into them, leaned towards them like flowers do for the sun. they think your acting is fucking unfairly good. cruel almost, for fucking with their heart.

that night, when you're both undressing faced away from eachother, you're both silent. jordan is listening to the flutter of your dress hit the floor, imagines it pooling around your feet, sees your bare back in their head again and they can't breathe the wanting is so intense.

"I'll sleep on the couch," they announce, because they can't share a bed with you. cant do it and not touch you. thats too much of an ask, even for them.

"jordan?" you ask, blinking, slipping into your nightgown. you glance at the bed. "what for? your beds big enough."

jordan grips the handle of their door and turns halfway to face you. "its fine. you can have it - "

"wont that be weird?" you press. "we're supposed to be a couple. couples share the same bed."

you see their jaw working. feel a flush of heat go through you when they look at you fully. still pressed against the door, though.

"couples also fuck." they say bluntly, sarcasm their best defense as always. "i mean, if we were a real couple, I'd definitely want to fuck you. in that bed." they exhale, "but we're not a real couple, so. couch it is."

"wait." you step forward. swallow. "I've been thinking, anyway. we should p-practice intimacy. if we wanna seem realistic..."

"intimacy." jordan echoes. stares at you.

you fiddle with your fingers, "like. we'll have to do more than just kiss for the cameras eventually. w - we should be used to touching eachother. just. i should be prepared.... i think. you always see those hot couple photos where they're caught doing something dirty! people will wanna see that! s-so. yeah- um-"

"freshmen." jordan steps away from the door. some of the tenseness has left their shoulders. their eyes are on you, and you flush at the way they seem to darken with interest. intrest in you. in touching you.

"y-yeah?"

"get on the bed."

#ask #jordan li x reader #fake dating au my beloved

[akutasoda]

hi!!! anon who requested the fluffy webttore req here!!! can I get a fluffy oneshot for il Dottore that takes place during his time in the akademiya? where reader is his only friend and he's very obviously in love with them

a lesson in feelings

synopsis - he understood how he felt towards his only friend but he has no idea what to do

includes - il dottore/zandik

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, mutual pining, zandik being awful with feelings, wc - 713

a/n: hello anon! i am an absolute sucker for akademiya dottore fics

when he first joined the akademiya, he never expected or even entertained the thought of having a friend. not only did he think they were a waste if time and would distract him from his work but never expected someone to peek his interest enough to want to get close to them. so he was very content eith keeping his head low and seeking out what he wanted to achieve alone.

you had joined the akademiya in not only a journey to achieve your dream job but to perhaps meet some very interesting people to befriend or atleast talk to. but no one had peeked yout intrest quite like the blue haired boy that sat next to you in a couple classes. not only did he have some striking features that you thought were quite cute but also the fact he never spoke to anyone other than the teacher if they spoke to him first, even then he was reluctant. but then you started noticing that he was never around akademiya grounds, not that you could find.

you had asked around about the blunette but people either grimaced and walked away or told you just to leave him alone. now you were even more interested. some say curiosity killed the cat but maybe it would pay off in your case. every time you tried to approach him he avoided you so you would have to try a different approach. during your next joint assignment, instead of going with someone you normally went with, you jumped at the opportunity to be partnered with zandik. everyone gave weird looks upon this but your quest to learn more about him would not be deterred.

unfortunately even during the assignment time, he ignored you. he didn't understand why you were so insitant on talking to him - perhaps you were put up to it as a joke - but nonetheless he just assumed he would be doing it by himself while you slacked off somewhere. but to his massive surprise, not only had you located his dorm room but showed up eager to work on the assignment with him.

as much as he tried to push you away, you just came back even more insistent on helping than ever. and to his surprise he started thinking that maybe you weren't that bad. you had contributed quite a bit to the assignment and it was all correct. that's when he started realising you weren't that bad to have around. but why was he slightly upset that the assignment was over and he sould most likely never talk to you until the next partner task.

and yet again to his surprise, even after the assignment was finished he found you trying to hang out with him. and eventually you wore down his walls enough for him to let you accompany him and even got him to admit that you weren't that bad to be around! however he started feeling something completely new to him, something he never thought he would feel.

every time he looked at you or you started up a conversation with him or just hung around him he felt his heart skip a beat and he felt slightly more embarrassed around you. no matter how much he questioned it he was just prolonging the admittance to himself that not only had you become his friend but he longed for something more with you. to perhaps be partners.

you picked up on his change in behaviour, zandik was afterall a very routinely person, so any changes were quite noticeable for you. and you figured it out before him and couldn't help but think the same about him. now you could confess first but you thought maybe he could figure it out before and instead use this to subtly tease him about it. and again he picked up on what you were doing but not only felt embarrassed to confess - as no one has ever made hi feel like this before - but didn't want to let your teasing get to him.

that was jtil he started getting a bit frustrated with his feelings, becoming internally conflicted on what to do. maybe you would have to make the first step, after all you felt the same about him.

#x gender neutral reader #x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin dottore #genshin zandik #dottore x reader #🐓 anon ↩

[squib-2006]

So I’ve finally got some of my thoughts on the new season in order and letting my self sit on it for a while

Dragons rising season 2 spoilers!!!!!

So first off holy shit this season has managed to completely wipe out any fears I had for season two. I’m a generally anxious person and am pretty naturally pessimistic about most things and was pretty anxious about season 2 because from the stuff shown in trailers and promotional vids it looked like a “Lloyd chosen one” plot line and I have a history of hating that kinda thing because it’s been beaten to death in ninjago at this point. While a bit of that was there I found it was done quite tastefully and didn’t overwhelm everything else story wise.

I felt that the pacing of the first 6-7ish episodes was a bit all over the place. Having the training arc and the Cole-Zane plot lines happen in the same episode with the pov switching back in forth felt a little bit off to me.

Sora and arins character arcs are shaping up to be pretty good. Soras more confident in her self than season one and she’s trying to help Arin but I feel like the whole using her elemental power to help Arin will backfire into her face. Arin’s insecurity and the whole how can I be useful if I don’t have an element I fell is being handled way better than the dumb kai arc in season 11(dw I will get to that when I get to kai) and it’s about on par with the Lloyd powerless plot from hunted. I am really excited to see what they do next and if Arin will be really mad at sora or not cuz like he’s super nice and stuff and I fell like he would be sad instead of mad.

Nya didn’t really have a lot going on personally except the stuff with Jay which I’m iffy on because so much of Nyas character in older seasons revolved around Jay and I just hope they don’t go back to that and let her character breath a bit.

In the topic of Jay I really really REALLY hope he isn’t evil. That the idea because it’s really out of character and they are already pushing my buttons with the lost memory crap because that’s something that I’ve rarely seen done well at all and it makes me very nervous and I just don’t like it. I do like that Jay just seems to be a guy who hates his job tho that’s fun.

I think the writers are just having fun with Zane and I think that’s cool. I do wanna punch the administration guy who said Zane isn’t a person because he is and he’s a bean and I will not allow this nobody to slander him.

It was nice to see more of Cole this season. I swear him and geo are so cute. The hand holding and the fact that they basically adopted two kids together is amazing and I am fully on board for this ship.

The villans were really interesting. I hope they keep up the quality with them because the mystery of ras’ master and wtf happened with jordana is really exciting. Cinder was intresting and as someone who has no interest in men what so ever I am kinda baffled at why so many people want this man but hey you do you. I do wonder what happened to ash tho. The member of the forbidden five looks interesting too and part of me is hoping that the leaked “evil jay” minifig is actually this guy just powered up cuz the color palette is similar enough and I just don’t want an evil jay.

Wyldfyre is amazing her whole leg being broken then sneaking on the ship to the exasperation of kai (like he would totally have pulled something like this a few seasons ago the hypocrite <3) and the others was so good. I am curious about her talk with egalt she mentioned one of her family members getting the wasting sickness but it can’t be heat wave cuz he seems fine so maybe she had more than one dragon guardian??? I do hope that Kai’s portal abduction does affected going into part 2 and that she bonds with nya and the others over it.

Egalt and rontu were very interesting to me and I’m glad they didn’t go the route of them being the actual creators of spinjitzu and kept the lore consistent I was slightly worried about that. Hope they come back in part 2 too.

Bonzle was a big surprise for me. I likes her personality in season 1 but I didn’t expect her to be so important. She’s really sweet and the scene with wu was great too.

And finally last but definitely not least, the best character in this entire show and my favorite comfort character to beat the shit out of

KAI

IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD. I LITERALLY HAVE NOT BEEN THIS HAPPY WITH AN EPISODE SINCE SEASON 4 EPISODE 7 THE FORGOTTEN ELEMENT (iykyk) I was literately kicking my feet like a little girl and crying and screaming my head off to the point I woke up other family members. Him unlocking the rising dragon technique by having his sister help and being in harmony with his family is so fucking sweet and I cried like a little bitch it was so good. I am also so happy that they used his old hair and didn’t just slap a smaller version of his current hair onto him (tho I kinda wish they had used the fucked up custom hair that was in the older episodes but I doubt that model is even in their hands so whatever(side side note I love the fucked up hair so much it’s so stupid I love it and will forever miss it)) him being such a dad to wyld fire was so sweet and then using the rising dragon technique after he saw his family in danger was just perfect. I do kinda wish there was more of a dramatic reaction to him getting yeeted by ras into the portal (kinda like any of the other ninja “deaths/major injuries”) but im fine with what we got. Except I kinda hate that only nya has an outward reaction in the aftermath. No lloyd reaction no Cole reaction and nothing from Zane and it makes me mad because every other time a ninja had their moment there was a whole team reaction. But I’m feeling like that’s to nitpicky and there’s still ten more episodes to fix that so fingers crossed. But kai also encouraging bonzle to close the portal even if he’s trapped inside is such a kai thing and hit me like a truck. Also him calling bonzle kid dispite her being much much older than him is funny and sweet cuz Kai’s big brother/father figure side is coming through and it’s so sweet. And the ninja never quit line is so great I was sobbing even more after that. (Tho I don’t know why he said he got it from Lloyd when it would have made more sense to have it be from master wu cuz that’s where he learned it but eh whatever).

While im really happy about kai finally getting some well deserved angst im also very anxious about it too. This could be the perfect opportunity for the writers to just conveniently forget about him for a while and idk if i could sit through that. Kai is a huge part of why I watch ninjago and he’s always been handed the shortest stick character development wise and technically he never got his own focus season either (and no i dont count the pilots because that focused mainly on all the ninja and was only two episodes, i also don’t count season four because it was more a group season, and season 11 doesn’t count because he got a half baked b plot that sucked) I’m very worried that I will loose enjoyment in the show because I dropped the show out of disappointment after season 11 because A LOT of premonitional material made it seem like a kai season and I got my hopes up and was let down so much. I’m very cautious when getting excited about things involving kai in particular because of that and I’m just hoping the writers don’t fuck it up.

Ok that’s enough negativity for once. I’m so excited for more and am foaming at the mouth for more!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai jiang #kai smith #kai <3 #ninjago dragons rising #kai ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #nya smith #nya jiang #zane julien #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago spoilers #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising season 2 #sorry for any spelling mistakes I just wrote this a quickly as possible #I’m excited but also cautious per usual #us kai fans are eating good tho

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

You mentioned Velvette being friends with sucubi in one of your post and made me start think about the Vees opinions/relationships to hellborns!

I was already wondering about that Topic in relation to sinners in general, but lets keep the Focus on the three:

Do they employ them? (There was that imp girl (Dia) that worked for Valentino in pre-show stuff but she is nowhere to be seen now.)

They do try marketing to them as well, would be stupid not to. So they must have people that are able to travel between rings to facilitate their business there.

Do they partake in the classist ideas we see depicted in 'Helluva Boss'? Seeing Imps and hellhounds as the lowest of the low while other hellborns they "respect"

Just something interesting to think about, since Hazbin is prob gonna focus on the sinners only a lot of things like this will be left for headcanons i guess

Ah my friend, do they partake in classist ideas? Look at them, does anyone of this bunch looks like the would miss an opportunity to bully someone? If there wasn't classism in Hell, Vox would personally invent it. So yeah I think they treat like shit all casts that are formally below them. Maybe Velvette would be a little nicer because she doesn't have fragile ego to maintain. But Val would shot imps for fun because unlike sinners they can actually die so it's more satisfying. Also I think Vox despises all hellborns because they make him aware of his own limitations - even if he was the most powerful Overlord, he still wouldn't be Mammon and he hates it. It's a glass celling he can never break.

I like to think that Valentino and Velvette can really get along with succubi. I know Ozzie would tear Val into pieces but his demons didn't really seem to share his ideals. So, succubi can for sure party but they also can get them all the nice stuff from earth if Vees need anything because as Viv mentioned "everything in Hell is off-brand and of terrible quality". I can imagine Valentino spending fortune just to get a quality silk dress smuggled from Earth.

They probably have some shark demons on their payroll like you mention to facilitate their businesses in other rings and Vox is especially fond of them because you know... They are sharks and they are native to Greed. What else... Valentino probably hired a shit tone of hellhounds when he discovered furries?

Knowing as much as I do about higher hellborns like Goetias I cannot really imagine any of them to have intrest in fraternizing with sinners. Maybe Velvette would be influential enough with her social media platforms to connect with younger or less dignified of them. Technically Stolas, Stella and her shitty brother with overtly complicated name live in Pride so maybe one of them would cross path with Vel during some fancy fashion event.

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #velvette #vox hazbin #valentino hazbin #velvette hazbin #the vees #ask #helluva boss #headcanon

[hihoace]

Athis wasn't really the person who seemed to be found of other humans. Eversince they got on the ship they were very helpful, kind, but quiet. Not the type humans usually are. Athis was not loud, although they liked to sing, and their voice was kind of nice to listen to, so no one had a problem with it.

They seemed to know a good variety of folk songs of a specific region on earth. Oftentimes the crew found her gazing out one of the windows of the cantina instead of talking to the other humans or the other members of the crew.

Not that they were specifically asocial or hostile. They were kind of nice to talk to. On rare occasions they even talked a lot.

I took the time to talk to them as often as possible. I liked them. I asked them about their life... She opened up slowly. One time we started talking about their home.

"Ah... Gaia is a cesspool... It has so many good things but god awful politics and the people... Fuck the people. Honesty they are so brainwashed. You'd think with the universe open to them they would finally let go of these silly things like... Them being weird about same sex relationships. Why? The whole ass universe is open to us, we literally see interspecies relationships but they get weirded out by two women holding hands? And your own relatives chew you out for not agreeing with them on politics. And the lack of spine people have there... No offense Xebie... they are awfully two faced." they seemed stressed as they hid their face in their palms.

"It really does sound horrible... I would understand if you'd never want to go back."

"Ah that's my biggest problem... I cannot tell you how much I hate it but also... I miss it. I wish to go home I want to see trees and flowers I know the name of, I want to sing toghether with people who know the songs of my region... I miss speaking the language of my mother. I really miss it. And the food is great and the people can be so nice. And the Sun is such a pretty star. The evening sky is prettier than any painting or photo of it... Oh and I love people. I hate my kind but I also love them. We go to war, we hate for such ridiculous things, I cannot stand how prejudiced we are. And even like that... People help each other for no personal gain, make art, write poetry that makes me cry, create songs that make me smile... I love that side of us". their face lit up with something I rarely seen in her. I didn't understand human expressions well enough to decode it, but my interpreter program recognised it as something between admiration and disgust... "What I really love that we are not all that different. Not even from the other species. But that doesn't mean we are great. I think humans, though strong, have a lot to learn from species like yours. You never had wars! How much more intreeging that is."

Athis smiled at me than shook their head. "I talk to much." they said as they covered their mouth. "I am so sorry."

"Oh don't worry about! It was intresting. And I think I understand your feelings a little bit. I had a friend who was very talented, but turned out to be a horrible person overall. It was a very confusing feeling." I replied.

Athis wasn't that different afterall. Soon I learned most humans on our ship seen Gaia similarly. Humans seemed to carry a type of guilt with themselves. Learning the history of their homeworld made me understand why.

#humans are space orcs #space australians #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders

[squipdop]

But doesn't he want to become a god specifically to be the one Actually Good God that doesn't turn people away and instead helps them? His intentions with godhood are much different than Astarion's with ascension.

GREAT question! lets see if i can answer in a way thats coherent (Challenge: Hard). first things first: this is obviously all influenced by how *i* read these characters, and how *i* think their stories would go given the circumstances (plus a bit of what id *like* to see because a) player choice has a lot of influence on character development and b) these guys are all dolls in my playhouse and i like to have fun)

so; i do believe gale truly consciously *wants* to be an Actually Good God. im not at all arguing against that - i simply believe he would not actually *be* one. for one because i dont think any God can actually be purely Good, not from the mortals point of view, and especially not a God of a domain such as *Magic*? and how long can you listen to and help your worshippers, how long can you be patient and a just teacher and ruler, when you are so much above them? when you have so much more power than them, so much more knowledge, so much more time. not to mention anyone contesting your power or domain, mortal or otherwise.

pair this with gale not always being quiet as Good as he likes to think of himself as - he does not disapprove of astarions plans of ascension, he can stay with you after the goblin raid, he is fully willing to sacrifice not *only himself, but also your entire party and everyone in the vicinity the size of a city* for mystras forgiveness "the greater good" (MINI philosophical ramblings here, because thats another intresting angle but this is already getting long enough: yes, even in the name of the greater good, he is in this moment making the decision of sacrifice not only for himself, but for a WHOLE bunch of people without their consent or consideration.) this perhaps is a personal gripe with this flavor of utilitarism, but just think how this would scale onto near limitless power.

another aspect i personally see in gales want for godhood is his desire to feel worthy. i mentioned this in my tags earlier already, but i read gale in the "gifted kid who knows hes smart but still never feels quite enough to be worth loving" way? and just constantly trying to prove that - without ever being able to attain it, and as a God, who would even be there to hand out this approval? "am i worth loving yet" is just a question you cannot recieve a satisfying affirmation to if you dont trust others to make the call

as for comparison with astarion... i think astarions base desire for ascension comes from a need to feel *safe*, which he believes he can only attain through power over others. this is where im drawing my comparisons: astarions desire for power => safety, and gales desire for power => worthiness; both think power (ascension, godhood) could give them what they want, when this is simply untrue - astarion will not ever feel truly safe if he does not let himself heal and move on, and gale will never truly feel worthy enough if he does not detach his self worth from others approval (and his use to others)

in my post i specifically mentioned them in a relationship bc i love me some unhealthy bloodweave, and i think this is one of the most toxic ways they could be together, especially if theyre both hopelessly devoted to each other... (dreamy sigh) but i think this answer is already long enough so ill cut it off here

TL;DR: i think gale *wants* to be an actually Good God. i just do not think him capable.

#anonymous #ask #blabbering #bg3 #bloodweave #gale dekarios

[insomanic-fanfication]

🍃🌹The Tower XVI: Bruce Wayne x Male Reader 🌹🍃

The request:'I was wondering if you'd be intrested in a request where either Bruce or Jason fall for Joker's son. Being raised by Joker would be a terrifying childhood. Maybe they do something unexpected like save one of the batfam from an explosion by controlling the flames, a last second decision that gets them hurt instead but makes Joker mad enough to state/imply his son will be punished later?' - @xweirdo101x

CW: Child abuse, normal Gotham violence, Joker being comic Joker, drug abuse (Reader), Mention Abuse, mention of wounds and blood, Unhealthy/ toxic relationship (Bruce x Reader).

Viewers discretion is advised: this is a very heavy fanfication, only read it when you are in the right headspace too. Do not report: don't like, don't read. These type of fanfics can help some people cope with truama. Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

------Fanfic is under the cut------

You weren't actually Joker's son, you were an Asylum baby, meaning you were born in the Asylum from one of the patients. While living in Arkham Asylum, at some point after the events of Jason's torture. Harley still wanted to be a mother figure, hence why everyone calls you the son of Joker.

They made you into their little plaything, forcing you to playhouse with them. You were a god damn adult and yet here you were sitting at a table made of rotting wood with two pieces of insufferable trash. The fake blonde holding your head to her chest while, her "puddn'" tells the events of the day. The action would have been comforting, it would be, if it was a welcomed touch. It wasn't, but at this point you knew, it didn't matter what you wanted.

They had you wear a painted and chipped clown mask to hide your face, you wouldn't complain about this. it's something you can control, of who can know your Identity, your true self. At least they allowed you to paint it how you wanted.

Bandages were another staple of your body. They protected all of the cuts and bruises that were inflicted on you, along with that protection they were sobering reminders of your life. When you did something wrong, Joker would torture you similarly to how he did with Jason, each time you felt more of yourself slipping away. Leaving in it's absents, a sense of hopelessness.

Your screams echoing from the walls, that chased the sounds of bones cracking. The man, your punisher, lecturing you on how, it's your own fault for him causing pain, because you were bad. To remind you that you will always get hit, by the ones who don't get the joke. 'What joke is there?..'.

It was Nightwing that first found you during one of your benders. You were laying on the floor dazed staring at the ceiling, mistaken for dead, if it wasn't for your weak breathing. Syringes with similar greenish residue scattered around the room, a liquid version of the gaseous fear toxin? Your bandages barely wrapped anymore and many of your scabbed wounds and healed cuts visible. Some as new as yesterday and others older than years. Blood dripping on to the floor from the newer wounds, the colour showing you were alive, at least physically.

All you, yourself could register within sensory, was the illusioned world your own mind created with the help of your only true friend. The walls moving like startled bugs, while the floor was trying to swallow you whole. Your head feeling full of cotton. It's hard to feel scared, when this world was better than your own. It's so peaceful, so blissful. You felt water leaking from your eyes, slowly.

Nightwing had no idea how to handle this situation, he has dealt with drug addicts a couple of times. During his career at the Gotham Police Department, though it was always the paramedics that took care of them. The sickening dread growing in volume as his senses take in the room. After some thinking, he comm 'ed for Batman to come to his location, after he left the room, you were in, to wait in the living room of the rundown house.

He didn't want to walk too far away, but he also knew if he wanted to keep himself to together, he had to step back. He thought about talking to Jason first, but snice you were in contact with Joker. Decided against it, as it may end up with a fight or screaming match. Either way, it would make it worse not better.

When Batman arrived at the crumbling tome of the house you stayed in, Nightwing gave him the rundown. He had been looking into reports he found about odd activity around the area. When he saw you enter this building, he decided to wait to see if others would show up. No one did, so he went to investigate, only finding you in a drug altered state barely knowing what's happening outside of the drug trip.

'Have you checked for a pulse yet?', the detective masked tone didn't go unnoticed to Nightwing, 'Uh, no, I haven't. I was concerned if I did, he would attack, and I had no back up. Though, he's still breathing.', the only reply he got was a low grunt of acknowledgment. The Bat's eyes not looking away from the entrance of the room.

'Before, you go in. I feel like I should mention, it looks like he used a liquified fear toxin to get high.', he paused to let the information sink into his former mentor, 'it's odd to say the least'. A deep questioning sigh leaving the bat, himself. 'The fear toxin normally doesn't have that affect, not even to Scarecrow or Joker.'. with purpose of investigating, the older man enters the room.

As Batman's eye scanned the room, his mind was analyzing everything about the situation. The liquified fear toxin, the dried blood splatter on the floors and walls. The blood coated weapons that undoubtably would match some of the wounds on your person. The location and angle of the wounds meaning you didn't do them yourself. It made his nerves stand on end. It was a living picture of past memories.

While crouched, he made it a point to stay at a respectable distance. Gently shaking your shoulder to identify how responsive you were. Instead of an expected attack, the reaction the bat received was a flight response. A trembling man scrambling to the corner of the room. Crying out and pleading, rambles that were barely decipherable.

The only words he was able to make out, were concerning in themselves. Joker, no more, I won't be bad again. Your overall mental distress was more so. The bat dressed hero began his attempts in calming you, all the while feeling his son's eyes on him. Statically, it was unwise to bring you back to the Batcave, instead they chorused you into staying at Dick's apartment. You were still safe, Though Dick was the most feral of the Robins, he had mellowed out tremendously with his new title of Night wing.

In the beginning of your stay, your behavior very much mirrored that of a newly adopted cat. You were allowed anywhere in the apartment, though you mostly preferred to stay in the guest bedroom. Slowly, you opened up, talking more and being more comfortable in the apartment. On the other hand, staying sober wasn't as easy as it sounded, along with unlearning bad habits. Dick and Bruce, on more than one occasion finding food hidden in your room.

A lot of your habits, Bruce has helped with before, though his sons were barely teenagers. While helping you, he was able to talk to you on the same level. Bruce tried to keep an emotional distance from you, the analytical half of his personality, fully aware you couldn't develop a healthy relationship in your state. The softer side of his personality, however, didn't stop your advancements. His emotions auguring that your advancements weren't serve enough, to have you stop them.

They weren't harmful, you weren't trying to seduce him like Cat Women, or Poison Ivy. No, your advancements were more sensual, than sexual. Often being cuddled into his side, your face being buried into his neck. Why should he tell you to stop? For you to close back into yourself? After the years it took for you to become this comfortable around people. No! He doesn't want that to happen, for your progress to decline. You can learn proper boundaries, later on.

Bruce wasn't sure how-to response the first time it happened, it caught him off guard, something very few people could do. Bruce had been visiting the apartment, to log any possible progress from you. The black-haired male, wanting to begin the next steps in your rehabilitation. During a conversation between him, and his oldest son, you had been painting. Some point, within the conversation both of their attentions had been pulled away from you. Only returning, when the feeling of your weight resting on Bruce's side became present.

You had cuddled into him to take nap. The action in itself was simple, however the implications of it was weighed in gold. It meant you trusted him; you find comfort in him. His breathe hitched as his body went ridged, almost as if he was placed into an ice bath.

'He just fell asleep on you, ya know? He didn't stab you.', his son chirped with amusement. The sharp look his father gave him in return, might as well as stabbed Dick. Although, he has seen that look far too many times for it to have an effect. Dick's shit eating grin being apparent of that.

Once it was agreed you were trustworthy enough, i.e. too many of the gremlin children banded together to complain that they haven't said hello to you yet. A visit to the Wayne Manor was set up for you, unbeknownst to you it was actually a test to see if you could handle living at the manor. Snice, the sensory within the manor could possibly be too overwhelming for you. The manor would be better suited for accommodating you, especially with the needed security. That being said, it was only your choice to make and no one else.

As for what everyone thought of you, the opinions were mixed, from some seeing you as a victim, to others seeing you as a threat. Mostly, it was in-between a victim needing support, and someone that should keep distance from.

One of the fully fledged opinions, Jason was enraged just by the fact that Dick got Bruce involved in general, as he sees Bruce as being at fault for you being a victim in the first place because, Bruce let's Joker live. Damin, thinking is black and white, you have hurt quite a few of them during battles, you shouldn't come to the manor, let alone know who they all were. It doesn't matter if you were forced to in his eyes.

That was until they actually talked to you, some of the opinions changed, mostly the more negative ones. Jason couldn't even look at you though, you reminded him too much of what happened to him. The rest in their own ways gave you a chance, or to at least to hear you out.

For the most part, you were glued to Bruce's side like always, either sitting in the chair next to him or attempting to fuse to his side. Tim pointed out to the bat themed hero, that he isn't helping your recovery, if Bruce didn't teach him healthy boundaries. With that in mind, Bruce isn't known for listening to what other's voice to him.

He wouldn't say that he was obsessed with you, he was just protective of you is all. You had been hurt without him, so you need to stay with him for it to not happen again. At least, that's how you understood it, that was your thought process. You needed protection, you needed comfort; Bruce was both within your eyes, your savior.

On the black-haired male's point of view, he was conflicted to the highest degree. He felt it was his fault Joker got his hands on you, it didn't matter that he couldn't have known you existed. It was still his fault! It was another flaw, another mistake for him to stab into his memory. To torture himself, to harm himself in a way no one could stop or detect.

Those were the thoughts whirling in Bruce's mind as he held your sleeping body, his heart pounding. You had voiced how the vast expanse of coldness, that was your Manor room, made your skin crawl with anxiety. To ease your distress, he offered for you to sleep in his room with him, which you eagerly accepted.

Nuzzling yourself close to his person, the scene causing his breathe to catch in his throat. This was far from the first time he shared his bed with someone, though this instance, felt much more intense, more intimate. This trumping even his passionate moments, with that night's wayward lover.

The cold room, shrouded in darkness. Besides the soft bedding, your bodies so close together, indulging in the others warmth. The comfortable silence, only being filled with relaxed breathing. No expectation of a sexual favor, only basking in each other's presence. It was a stark difference; the brooded man wasn't ready for.

Even if he wasn't ready for it, nor saw this blooming within his future. He wouldn't change it for the better, he knew it wasn't his healthiest relationship to date. But it was fulfilling for the both of you, so why change it?

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Author's note: I am very sorry your request turned into this, if you didn't like it. I'm a huge psychological horror fan, and your request gave me feral ideas. I felt That I might never get a chance to put into words again. I'm so sorry this took so long!

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#crow!writes #bruce wayne #batman x male reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #dead dove do not eat

[1wingedtraveler]

Genshin boys with blood-loving! s/o

🌿A/N: This is very self-indulgend💀

🌿SMUT, MDNI

🌿Warnings: Blood play/drinking/lube, dom reader, bondage, wounds, knives, biting, no pronouns for the reader, consentual

Kazuha

was intrigued when you told him about this

he wondered what you liked about it

also

in what way (if you know what I mean)

as a poet you could say he was fan of blood too

but in a more symbolic meaning

he would find drinking each others blood VERY romantic

would love to have those necklace blood vials

Kazuha squirmed as you climbed on top of him, his fingers running through your hair. You grazed against his nipple before moving up to his delicate neck

You buried your face into his nape and breathed in his scent. A smell of maple syrup with a hint of cinnamon. You dragged your tounge on his smooth skin

The feeling of his hot pulse was addicting. It made you want more. You bit down

"Ah!" Kazuha let out a straddled moan. His naild started to dig into your back

You soothed him with a gentle lick before burrowing your teeth futher in his skin. This time hard enough to make his blood drip into your your mouth

"Mhm, you're so delicious Kazuha~ Give me more"

Cyno

hmm, he doesn't really know how to react

in his profession, blood is very regular thing

so he never thought of it in a romantic or sexual way

you have to introduce him slowly to it so he gets the appeal has high pain tolerance so you probably won't hurt him easily

You watched as Cyno gritted his teeth, blood from his slashed palm was filling up small shot glass. His face held slight grimace of pain. He felt something weird stir inside of him . You were going drink his blood...

The look on your face, full of hunger and lust. It made his cock hard, creating a visbile inprint in his pants. The stinging in his palm just fanned the flames of his arousal

"You filled it to the brim, Cyno! You're such a good boy"

You said cheerfully, grabbing the glass from the table. You brought it slightly over your lips, making the blood pour into your mouth, spilling down your chin. Few drops falling on your chest.

Cyno watched you with widened eyes, he bit his lip while he gripped his shorts tightly. His cock was twitching in his pants

"Ahhh~You're better than the finest of wines"

Albedo

also likes blood but in more scientific way

very happy if you give him a blood sample

he can study you and other humans that way

he can't exactly go around asking for blood samples from random people since he's not a doctor

can't use his own blood since he's not human

his blood is pinkish-purple in color

he's careful not to get hurt around people. He doesn't want any unwanted attention

You ran a scalpel down Albedo's stomach, staring from the ribcage, pressing it down slightly harder near the bellybutton and stopping near the pubic area.

You pulled back to enjoy a beautifull sight before you. Albedo was handcuffed to the hospital bed, his eyes wrapped by a blindfold, a red ballgag was resting in his mouth.

He was breathing heavily, his chest moving quickly up and down. Mesmerizing magenta blood was starting to pour from the wound, dripping down his stomach and between his legs, painting his blonde pubic hair

Fun was just about to begin

Scaramouche

another non-human

his blood colour was originally purple

but since the trying to become a god incident and getting an anemo vision

it changed to teal

his blood must have absorbed some of the elemental energy

at least thats his guess

when this change accured he got really intrested

probably one of the most willing to explore blood kink

Scaramouche buried his face into his favorite pink plushie, trying to hold back his tears and moans while holding his ass in the air. You were currently behind him with a small but sharp knife. A muffled shriek of pain escaped the man as you swiftly make another shallow cut on his asscheek

His ass was covered in them. Teal blood dripped down his balls and tiny hard cock

"I think that will be enough"

you said as you licked the blood off the knife. It tasted refreshing with slightly minty taste. You started to cover your fingers in it before pushing them into his tight asshole

"AH-AGHH" Scara wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks

"Shhh, there there~ its okay baby. You've done so well, it will start to feel good soon"

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact scaramouche

[street-lamp-orange]

Hii :33 I hope you're having a great day or afternoon or night hahdahshsjsh I'm so funny

May I request an Azul, Riddle, Vil, and Malleus with a mischievous energetic reader? Prob has ADHD and absolutely hates doing nothing so they make chaos instead??? Romantic hcs ofc. Thank youuu!!!!!

☀ Chasing Sunlight ☀

Note : This took so long because classes have been kicking my ass right from the first day, and we had summer school 😭 Business studies is turning me more socialist than I already am lol

Azul

🐙 You are simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to him 🐙 On the one hand, he loves how full of life and energetic you are 🐙On the other, you add fuel to Floyd's perpetual fire, which causes him great distress 🐙Floyd takes great joy in goofing off with you, which in theory could keep him in control, but putting the both of you together somehow makes everything worse. 🐙Floyd's hobby of causing Azul copious amounts of distress aside, he really does love the way you are. 🐙Please, PLEASE drag this man outside. He works too much, he needs to give his poor brain a break. 🐙He probably buys you a few fidgets to keep your hands busy in class.

Riddle

🌹 At first, he was pretty annoyed with you 🌹 He really didn't like how mischeveous you were, and you causing chaos really didn't help his view of you 🌹 Of course, as he gets better with his on views on rules and strictness, and he did see the good in you with time 🌹 He loves how much light you bring into his life, although he does force you (mostly gently) to sit still long enough to get work done 🌹 However, he begs you to stop fucking with him with your miscelanneous pranks. Please (keep doing it 😈) 🌹 Please, you can't keep running off with fistfuls of hedgehogs at a time (no matter how cute he thinks you look)

Vil

👑 You two do not get along at first 👑He wants to be unstressed to prevent pimples, while you want to go ape shit 👑And your inability to stay still long enough to do any form of work is pretty irritating to him. 👑BUT THEN 👑 You two find common ground by sassing people around. 👑 Your words are the bane of nrc's student population 👑 It's glorious to watch Vil's ruthlessness with the playful way you absolutely demolish any poor soul on your warpath 👑 It would be in your best intrest to not prank him though, he does not take kindly to it. 👑 He does not have time for it, and you will find a 13 cm heel swiftly making contact with your head (/j)

Malleus

🐉 You remind him a lot of Lillia, so he's pretty used to being around someone like you 🐉 He's so sweet with helping you out with classes and stuff 🐉 He asks Lillia about helping you a lot, he's literally taking notes 🐉 And it comes in handy! Your school life gets about 10 times easier after he helps you out 🐉 He loves your pranks, and he's really impressed that you had the bravery to pull that with him. 🐉 He has literal heart eyes no matter who you are and what you do, he's just so in love with you <3

I will be slow with answering requests now as aforementioned, school is really kicking my ass. I will still try to write, and requests are still open, so please do send them in. Have a great day, and hope you enjoyed this!

#twst x reader #vil x reader #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #malleus x reader #riddle x reader #twst #azul x reader

[starlightshadowsworld]

Agency informant Izaya

Chuuya was prepared to hate Izaya on principal.

He spent all day with Dazai and wanted nothing more to get as far away from as possible. He did not care about getting drinks with a friend of his.

Okay that's a lie, Chuuya was curious.

Dazai wasn't one to call people friends, it was a very precious word to him. People Dazai considered friends were rare and intresting people.

Izaya was already waiting for them, waving them over and closing his laptop before Dazai could sneak a peak.

Chuuya expected Dazai to pester him into telling him what he was doing. But instead Dazai pouted and bounced onto the seat beside him.

Werid.

He did introduce Chuuya as his dog though which proved it was still Dazai. Chuuya kicked his chair legs and sent him falling onto the floor.

After that, thinks went a lot more smooth.

Of all Dazai's friends Izaya was definitely the one most like him.

He happily regaled Chuuya in how he and Dazai met and Chuuya laughed his arse off while Dazai huffed.

"Seriously?! You, you! Got catfished into revealing yourself?!"

"I thought he was beautiful woman who wanted to committ double suicide with me. Stop laughing at me slug!"

But there were many differences between them. For one, Dazai kept everything shut behind a steel door with 13 different padlocks.

While Izaya was an open book. Their were definitely things he was tightlipped about that he steered clear off, but most things he talked about freely.

Which was...odd.

Chuuya knew enough about informants to know they treated information like gold. Those fuckers hoarded secrets and anything they could their hands on.

But Izaya did not.

He explained some work he was doing like people wouldn't pay an arm and a leg for that information, as casually as one would discuss the weather.

Chuuya wondered if it was because of his friendship with Dazai but realised no that wasn't the case.

And it wasn't because Izaya didn't care or didn't see the value in what he was saying.

Quite the opposite in fact.

Chuuya asked him once and Izaya just shrugged "information is only useful if it's used. And telling it in a place like this, it spreads like wildfire."

He smirks "besides, I've yet to tell you anything incriminating or with evidence, for all you know these are just my drunken ramblings. Nothing more or less."

No wonder Dazai befriended him.

Finding out Izaya wasn't part of the Port Mafia was one most shocking things Chuuya had heard.

Izaya had just laughed "it's the coat, isn't it?"

It was so much more than that.

Chuuya asked Dazai once, why he didn't talk Izaya into joining. "Oh I asked, trust me Mori still wants to get his hands on him. But he refuses every time, apparently working for a Mafia is overrated."

Dazai's eyes gleamed, dangerous and intrigued all at once. "Sure we could force him into joining us, but that doesn't seem like a good idea, does it?"

That, Chuuya agreed with.

In a way, Izaya reminded Chuuya of one of Dazai's other friends, Oda.

Someone kind, intelligent who had a past that was stained in red. Izaya didn't talk about the past, but he wasn't shy sbout the kind of person he was.

Dangerous.

The last person you could ever trust.

Chuuya believed it. Izaya might be a common informant but he'd sit beside the infamous Double Black in a Port Mafia owned bar, without batting an eye.

Though Chuuya did trust him as did Dazai.

The moment Chuuya realised he'd befriended Izaya, was when they'd both teamed up to yell at Dazai for saying all wine tasted the same.

Chuuya had gushed about his collection and was happy to talk to someone who understood his love for wine other than Kouyou.

Izaya didn't collect wine but he'd tasted and knew enough to keep up with Chuuya in a discussion.

Dazai had just rolled his eyes and called them nerds. And yet he still tagged along and smiled.

Word quickly spread across the Port Mafia of an informant that was not to be messed with.

#Agency informant Izaya #izaya orihara #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #drrr izaya #Durarara #drrr #bungou stray dogs

[koszmarnybudyn]

Cw. Eye strain, body horror

As were dealing with Hermie angst in canon i decided to add some of my own angst to the wat, I just think he's neat. Also here's a statment i suppose: (i wrote it a while ago and no one beta'd it so it might slight nonsense)

H door creek/opening

S why are you here?

H to give my statment of course, that's what you do, take statments isn't it? And i do think mine will intrest you greatly.

S i swear to satan if you are wasting my time right now..

H i would never!

S i highly doubt that. >:[ now get to the point or get out,

H what point? This one or that one *points to appearing dots in the room*

S get out

H Oh so grumpy! A bit peckish are we?

My parents, they never got me, they were too normal, just average suburban people thru and thru, doctors, both of them, with competition wining roses and spotless dining tables because no one ate at them enough to make a mess. The kind to show of a child at a meeting and then pretend like they never existed when its more convenient. My life was full of staying at home when my parents had their little vacations, "youre old enough to stay alone for a bit arent you?" They said not taking anything but a yes for an answer, and even when they were home they expected silence. I was too wierd for them, i liked theatre and makeup, girly things in their minds. I always hated them i think, or at least that's the feeling i always asocciate with them now. I was alone, really a wonder i wasnt taken by it, but i wasn't, I actually had to seek it, to go in it willingly. It always facinated me, the freaky, the other, so it wasn't very hard to not more information on it, luring it was the challange. But i must say, as to not decive you (headache laught) i am no longer the child their birthed, the fruit of their loins, no no no, i am not herman the unworthy, no i am but a fragment, my face and body shifting, i have his hatred, i have his fear and to be fair lonelines, but i did not steal it, no i mearly took what was offered, took his part, you could say i am an understudy (more headache laugh)

Also no text and no color versions:

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #my art #hermie the unworthy #dndads tma au #cw eyestrain #eye strain #bright colors #body horror #please tell me if i missed anything #this has like 50 textures god... #can you guys tell i love this au? cause i do #if i were a writer there would be a fic but unfortunetly im not #any fanfic writers tho...like hit me up #distortion hermie #scary marlowe #herman the unworthy

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

The Ghost Gang (Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde)

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Okay so. the ghost gang were set up to be super intresting in ghostly adventures because in the first episode Blinky manages to weasel their way out of being eaten by pac man by agreeing to help him in his fight against Betrayus and the ghost army by giving insider info and stuff. Good start. Their motivations are established, they want their bodies to be returned so they can be alive again, and Pac and the President can do that for them as long as they continue working as double agents.This has a lot of potential. Early season one sets up their dynamic well. They all want to do the right thing but are struggling with various character flaws preventing their true redemption: Clyde wants to be a good person but is easily bullied and bossed around by others, who override any objections he may have and force him to get involved in the plot no matter what side that may be. Pinky is doing all of this for purely selfish reasons: She is in love with Pac. She will sabatoge and harrass any of the ghosts to get her way. This is also how Pac cements his teamship with them, by falsely professing his love for her so she'll sabatoge his execution. This can also backfire against Pac though, as Pinky is also easily jealous against any other girl who shows even remote interest in him, and can be easily mislead into believing pac is cheating on her even if it's a misunderstanding. It's a whole thing and is very annoying Inky is indifferent to both sides, he just wants to be on the winning team, and wants to do the least work. He also ends up being the most vocal against working with pac, but mostly because he is indifferent at best to Pinky's love life and is most likely to be accidentally eaten by Pac, as it quickly becomes a running joke in the show. Blinky seems to be the most logical in this regard, judging which stance he should take based on the opinions and status of the rest of the ghost gang, pac and co, or betrayus and the other villains, and what would work best in the moment. He will argue with the other ghost gang members if there's room for discussion/debate, but will submit if there is any true urgency to the situation or if Pinky yells loud enough. They never actually settle into a concrete flaw for him though. Early episodes seem to think his problem is that he is perfectly fine with working for Betrayus if it benefits him, but this is diminished in later episodes due to the fact they greatly reduced his role in season 2. So early on, this worked great. Pinky got an episode where she and pac's friend Cyli had to work together to save him and Pinky learned to be less selfish, good development. The ghost gang as a whole have an episode where they have to give up a chance of getting their bodies back in order to save Pac. But the thing is, the writers just can't commit to it. They're the GHOST gang, so they can't ever have their bodies back lest they become functionally unrecognizable to the brand (which may play into why we never actually learn much about their lives before they died). And if they get redeemed without ever being offered their bodies, people will get mad that they aren't being rewarded for their loyalty. So they're stuck always having to tow the line, getting occasional episodes where they inch closer to their much needed developments, but never actually being able to reach them. Clyde needs to learn to stand up for what's morally right, but is never put into a position where he does so on purpose and is rewarded for it. Inky has an episode where his morals vs his selfish desires literally splits him into two beings, but this is not fully explored at all and so Inky is never actually confronted about his flakiness.

Blinky has at least three or four character flaws that could be explored but the writers just kinda stop paying attention to him at all. Pinky needs to get over herself and reach a state where not being romantically involved with pac is acceptable for her, but she only ever gets as far as reluctantly accepting cyli as being pacs platonic friend and then continuing to be passive aggressive towards her anyways.

As it went on, they became less and less involved, and more of the episodes had them just warning Pac about things he was already aware of, and many attempts to help him further being more or less unsuccessful.

It gets so, so bad in season 2. They make a Blinky centric episode where they imply he may have known Pac's missing parents before the war and yet it's never actually acknowledged. It could have been such a great development considering how much the ghost gang had begun to stagnate at that point. It also makes it clear that Blinky has clear moral boundaries that he refuses to cross, which is ALSO a really good development. But... the episode was actually just a vague Kung Fu Panda ripoff where Pac learns to use his roundness or whatever, and the episode wasn't actually supposed to be a Blinky development episode at all, and so NOTHING that happens in the episode is EVER mentioned again.

By the mid point of season 2, the ghost gang is imploding. Clyde has devolved into useless comic relief, with none of the intelligence he exhibited in the first season and his pacifistic nature treated as nothing but a gag. Blinky starts going several episodes without getting a single line, having exactly one line of dialogue in exactly three episodes and having more than one line of dialogue in another three episodes out of this 26 EPISODE SEASON. As an indirect result of Blinky's lack of dialogue, Inky is forced to juggle both his own as well as Blinky's roles, making his character inconsistent.

Pinky in particular gets it VERY bad, because, since she was the one to have dedicated episodic character arcs, she starts straight up regressing. She finds out Betrayus and co plan to psychologically torment Pac by pretending to be his missing parents and she says nothing because Pac had the audacity to be happy during the holidays which meant he MUST be seeing someone else behind her back. In the very last episode of the series, she sabotages a budding relationship between Pac and Elli and does not even admit it when Pac is severely depressed. CLYDE ends up the one revealing the scheme, and that can't even be boiled down to his own character arc about doing the right thing because HE DID IT BY ACCIDENT!!!! Inky and Blinky have no significant role in this episode because both of their last lines were in the halloween/christmas episodes respectively so all they do is kind of look on and be there.

And then the show got cancelled.

There is so much miscellaneous complaints that I could go on for ages about. The episode where they split up two for two that should have been major since they usually act as one unit but it barely gets glanced over because it was done solely to avoid having to make new models for inky and blinky in the 8bit world if they weren't even going to do anything that episode. The episode where Pac forces the ghost gang to get involved with his school life drama and never gets called out for it despite the fact that he literally threatened to eat them over something that was out of their jurisdiction. The fact that the Wizard of Oz parody episode gave it's version of Blinky a more complete arc than the show proper did.

When people think about problems related to PMATGA they usually instantly think of the fart jokes and the fact that it was cancelled before getting a proper ending but. Man I am so angry about what happened to the ghost gang they really deserved better. Like the way it was shaping up towards the end it seemed to be approaching the idea of the ghost gang never getting their bodies back at all. Which would have been sad since the early episodes leaned heavily into their redemption which just gives the whole thing just an air of tragedy to it.

Like man, the ghost gang are like four out of five of the original Pac Man characters. You'd think they'd actually focus on them.

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The first two episodes are actually pretty good as far as ghost gang goes so. I'd recommend that. You get to see them wearing little executioner hoods. They feel bad about having to go betray their new friends. It's fun.

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