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mimixmunson · 6 days

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eddie or steve with alternative!reader, like face piercings, black makeup, allat stuff

and nsfw or not but they would just be so smitten and follow them around and nod dumbly to whatever reader says bcus theyre so pretty and scary looking

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Belly button piercings. Steddie x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

I’m so sorry this is basically not what you asked for but I tried!! Hope this is okay! I really got in ‘the zone’ and wrote this all in one lmao!

You first noticed them when you were working, it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were waiting for your next appointment to arrive. Your client wanted a belly button piercing, something you’d done a million times in your job as a body piercer, it was second nature to you now. Especially since you have so many metal adjustments to yourself too, several facial piercings that happen to catch people’s eyes. You get complimented on your vertical labret often, but your favourite was the piercing that only you were allowed to see at the moment, single life really was keeping you from excitement.

They stood shyly in the doorway, the dark haired boy seemingly more confident than the brunette. He stood a little taller, had some ear piercings himself and as he took off his jacket, handing it to the other guy, you noticed his tattoos. You had a few of your own, some of which you’d actually given yourself. The long haired guy fiddled with his rings, he basically had one on each finger, the skull one catching your eye the most. It was cool, you make a mental note to see if you can find one of those for yourself.

The more metal looking of the men spoke, “Hi. I’m Eddie. I’m here for my piercing?” He had a great voice, he definitely was confident like you had expected. You offer him a friendly smile and show him out back to your studio after taking his payment, giving him his consent form and running him through the aftercare. “Can my boyfriend come too?” He questioned shyly, holding the brunette man’s hand behind his back. You nod and laugh, assuming he can’t be afraid of needles if he’s got so many tattoos. “Follow me, both of you are welcome, there’s always room for an emotional support person. Even if you are a pretty metal head or a…” You stood still and looked him up and down. “Frat boy?” You laugh, hoping to get the same reaction from them, it always helped to make jokes to ease your clients nerves.

In the kindest possible way they looked stupid, like they’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s jaw had dropped, he’s practically drooling at the compliment and his boyfriend? His cheeks are bright red. He nods dumbly, like every single thought in his pretty head had been knocked out by your comment.

“I don’t need!- whatever. This is Steve.” Eddie shakes his head and chuckles at your joke. “Thank you for letting me watch, I kinda wanted to see how you do this whole piercing thing, I’m tempted to get one myself.” Steve spoke finally, his voice a lot softer than Eddie’s. His face was flushed, embarrassed by his own words.

You mark up Eddie’s belly button, making sure the lining you drew was straight and offer him a look in the mirror. As he stands upright, staring at the pen marks on his midriff you notice them for the second time that day. But it wasn’t just them, it was how they looked at you. Their eyes followed you, ever since they stood hunched over in the doorway of the waiting room. Their eyes never left you, dancing around your face and more recently, your pants.

You’d been ogled over before, sort of part and parcel of the job. Men had come into your studio just to ask you if you had any “naughty” piercings or assume you must be freaky in bed because you’re tatted and pierced. But you didn’t mind the way they were looking at you. Almost like you were an enigma, a paradox.

“Stevie here’s acting scared but don’t let him fool you, he likes a bit of pain.” Eddie giggles over his own words whilst Steve shoots him a look, giving him daggers. You noticed the way Steve blushed again, it’s adorable really. His cheeks flushed at everything. “Is that so? Well the belly button piercing is just a little pinch really, the clamp is the worst part. Just breathe through it and it’s over. I promise, I’ll be gentle. To you that is, might have to be a little more rough with this one huh? He seems insistent on embarrassing you doesn’t he, sweetheart?” You motion to Eddie, wiggling the capped needle around in your fingers. Steve threw his head back in laughter, squeezing Eddie’s hand in his own, “t-thanks.” He stutters through his words, you could definitely see this guy being a submissive. His entire nature is submissive. Your mind escapes you as you imagine what he’d look like tied to your bed. Would Eddie join you in dominating Steve or would you have them both at your mercy?

That was a hell of a way to break the ice, finding out your client’s boyfriend is a pain slut definitely was a new one. Fantasising about your clients even more so, but they are so endearing.

“Okay you ready?” You glance up at Eddie, he nods and you position your needle. “And 3, 2, 1, aaaand done.” You feed the needle through his belly button, you remove the needle and leave the plastic tube inside the freshly pierced hole. “And here’s the stingy part.” You mutter as you thread his chosen jewellery through the plastic tube of the needle and twists the ball on top, wiping and sterilising his belly button. “How was it?” Steve questioned, still looking at Eddie through his fingers across his eyes. “Completely fine babe, princess here has magic fingers.” He shoots you a smirk in an attempt to fluster you back for earlier.

“Sure do. Are you up next Steve? I have time to slot you in now, I’ve got a free hour.” Inquiring as clean up your work space once more. “N-no. Maybe next time.” He responds with the weakest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s scared, if any of the goosebumps on his skin suggest, that’s understandable. Poor thing, he’s a completely blank canvas and a piercing is a pretty big commitment to make. Eddie smiles, whispering something in-audible to Steve which of course left him with a flushed face again.

You squat down to your drawers to reach a form, and as you bend over you hear a groan. Well more of a grunt, you smirk whilst your back is turned. These boys were too cute. Wondering which of them you could make yours first, maybe take the easy frightened little lamb and watch his protector follow. What sounds would they make? You could break down the act that Eddie puts up and make him melt in your hands? Was the act he puts up all a ploy, was Steve the top? So many questions run through your mind, but you knew something for certain. This was precious. These boys were precious. Behind you, you hear some giggling. Still searching for the feedback form you have to leave it up to your imagination, but it ate at you. What were they giggling about? You hadn’t imagined the handcuffs attached to Eddie’s belt, maybe he was teasing him by showing Steve what he’d be tied with that night? Maybe they’d pointed at you pretty ass bend over so nicely on display for them and daydreamed about having you in those cuffs?

You twist your face over your shoulder to face them as you pick up the form, your elbows squeezing together ‘accidentally’. Steve shys away from looking but you can tell he wants to, it was obvious. His eyes darted around the room, from the mirror across from you, and back to your chest. Whereas Eddie? His jaw was on the floor, his vision transfixed on your chest.

“Okay, well in that case when you’re ready I need you, Eddie to fill in this form about how your experience was here today. We give them to all our clients.”

You commanded, handing him the form and a pen, watching as he filled it out pretty quickly. It was cute, through the whole time you’d spent together, Steve hadn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Following him around like a lost dog, but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from moving over you. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again and he looks down at his lap. Oh. Was it the pain of the piercing or your body that made that tent in his pants appear? Steve bites his lip and reaches out to palm his hand over Eddie’s bulge. He squirms and swats at his boyfriend’s hands. Oh god could they get any cuter, flustered and bratty? The things you could do.

He shuffles his jacket across his waist, hoping you hadn’t seen it. Handing you the form back, you walk them both back into the waiting room. You sign the form to prove you had administered the piercing, handing it back to Eddie to take his copy home for safe keeping. Chewing on your pen lid, you giggle as the leave your studio. You wonder how long it will be until they read the note you left them on the paper.

“Let me know if you want that piercing Stevie, I think you’d both suit little matching belly bars. The cutest boys. If I’ve read this wrong ignore me and I apologise but if I haven’t? Call me. *phone number*.”

Well you’ve had worse days at work.

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adoresol · 27 days

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♥︎ 𓂃 all you have to do is, WAIT — p. wonbin

1.6k *smut ⚠︎ fem!bodied reader. making out, oral (fem + male receiving), fingering, cum swallowing. may have accidentally incorporated sub!wonbin...

request: idk if you’ve seen the video of wonbin looking at shotaro w puppy eyes and pouting but i NEED a fic where wonbin pleads the reader for kisses while theyre busy doing smthg and once reader gives in for just a kiss, he makes it into something more iykwim,, if you can do this ill actually love u forever‼️

author's note: thank you sm for patiently waiting, i'm sorry it took so long but it's finally here <3 + stream wait by dino!!

WONBIN KNOWS THAT HE'S being dramatic, acting as if he hasn't had sex with you in centuries when in all reality, it has been three days (three days too long, he'd say). but he also knows that currently, your responsibility lies with helping a family member with their wedding. you have always been an excellent baker, it doesn't take much for you to agree with an offer with a smile.

it's one of the things wonbin loves about you, the fact that you don't let negative emotions subside within you and rather, you allow for new opportunities and friendships to occur. the friendliness is exactly what brought him to you in the first place.

but, he can't help it if he misses his gorgeous girlfriend, even if it's only been a few days.

wonbin's given signs, many, many signs. he can't help but wonder if you're purposefully ignoring them or are far too busy preoccupied on the arrangements of your cousin's wedding. “hey, my love.” you greet him with a smile, giving him a fraction of a second before you went back to focusing on setting the timer for the oven. he smiled warmly at you, his eyes never leaving your frame. wonbin admires you, it's evident in any way you could think of. but the very proof lies within his gaze, his brown eyes softening as he looks at you, who's far too busy to even notice his desire.

or, at least that's how he sees it.

“wonbin, if you stare too hard you might notice something you don't want to.” you joked, scrunching your nose at the comment you made towards yourself. wonbin loves you, all versions of you. “it's the opposite, staring at you makes me fall in love with you all over again.” his footsteps making its way towards you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head tilting to rest upon the spine of your back.

“i'm busy, you know this.” you sighed, trying to shrug off the clingy boy as you tried to mix the batter of raw eggs, flour, sugar, and other ingredients that wonbin can't bother to remember because that's what he has you for. “i do, but i miss you. i miss my girlfriend.” wonbin's never this bold, and you felt your heart leap at his obvious need. but you had a commitment and you were not going to throw it all away, knowing it would only lead to you rushing to get everything done the morning after. the day of the wedding.

“my love, i'm almost done. it won't take me that long.” you tried to reassure him, but his ears fell deaf to it all. “you said that last time and i ended up falling asleep by the time you were done.” wonbin complained, his arms holding onto you tighter.

you turned around, his grip loosening up a bit even if he was reluctant to do so. his hair falling in front of his eyes and staring back into yours, his face conformed into a pout. he was pouting, like a child who didn't get their way. laughing at his facial expression, your hands grabbed the sides of his face, placing a delicate peck on the top of his forehead. “i'm busy, wonbin. just give me a couple of hours and i'm all yours.”

“but i want you to be all mine now.” the way he was looking at you almost made you surrender to him. you sighed and brought your hand up to rest on the side of his jaw, tilting his head upwards to look at you. leaning in, you felt your lips touch his and his reaction was almost incredible, his body sinking into yours. the way his hands brought you closer to his body as his mouth moved along yours, soft breaths and a whine threatening to leave his lips.

you pressed your hands against his chest, detaching yourself from wonbin. whenever he looks at you, it's light and full of adoration but at this moment, it was quickly replaced with need. you turned around to continue mixing the batter, no matter how distracted you had let yourself get you couldn't bother yourself with it any further. “wonbin.. just wait, please? all you have to do it wait.”

and wait he did not.

slamming your hands down onto the counter, you bit down on your lip to avoid from encouraging his needy behavior. wonbin's hands trailing down into your pants and under your lacy panties, a groan leaving his lips when he felt just how wet you had truly been. “it's not just me.” he muttered into your ear, placing kisses down your shoulder as his fingers found home inside your pussy, thrusting them in and out with fluidity from how drenched you had been. you whined and hung your head low, your hips stuttering into the palm of his hand for the attention that you'd been refusing to admit you've been needing.

“i can't wait anymore. you want this just as bad as i do, i know you do.” wonbin whined against your skin, stripping you from your shorts. he lifted you, turning you around to face him, sitting you up on the counter. he placed kisses down your body, and stopped right over your pussy, pressing his tongue flat against your panties. instinctively, your hands reached to his hair, tugging on it with a whine. “take them off.” you told him, nodding when he looked back up for reassurance.

the second your panties came off, wonbin's tongue entered in between your folds, his nose angled and brushing against your clit gently.

it's been so long, you couldn't help but feel your orgasm reaching quickly from his simple actions. he sucked on your clit while looking up at you through his bangs, his big eyes peering into yours with so much lust.

“oh, fuck.” you gulped, throwing your head back as wonbin continued to fuck his tongue into your heat, his pace was consistent– it was sloppy and desperate, like he'd been waiting for this moment to occur. the fact that he'd so quickly gotten on his knees and pushed your legs apart for his tongue to dive into your cunt made your stomach turn.

wonbin had been so caught up with making you cum on his tongue, that he didn't realize how hard he had gotten. his cock was leaking inside of his joggers, the uncomfortable feeling causing him to press a hand against his hard on. groaning as he touched himself through the soft material, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you. before he knew it, you moaned louder, your cunt grinding against his mouth and your hands tugging harder on his hair. although it hurt, wonbin believes that pain has never felt better than now.

wonbin closed his eyes as he cleaned you up, standing up and watching as your chest heaved, your eyes were shut closed from the euphoric feeling. “kiss me.” you spoke, and it did not take him long before he bent down to latch his lips onto yours. you whined against him from the aggressiveness, tasting your own juices from his tongue. your hand reached down to his joggers, palming him through the clothing. he hissed into your mouth, letting out soft groans and whines. wrapping your hand around his face, you kept kissing him feverishly, while you took off his joggers with the help of your hands and your foot.

“baby's so hard, wanted this for a while, didn't you?” you spoke against his mouth, wonbin nodding as soon as the words left your lips. “i'm sorry, my love.” pulling away from the heated kiss, looking into his eyes. “i'll make it up to you.” you gestured for him to take off his shirt as you stood up from the counter, engaging in yet another kiss.

your lips trailed down from his lips to the corners of his mouth, to his sharp jawline and down towards his collarbones. suckling softly on wonbin's pretty skin, your hands ghosting the sides of his body before they landed on his boxers. “so pretty, wonbin.” you mumbled against his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile. his cheeks were flushed and his eyes softened up when looking at you, despite the amount of sexual desire he craved so badly from you. your hands helped to take off his undergarments, then wrapping your hand around his leaking cock and jerking it slowly. “so, so pretty.”

wonbin moaned at the combination of your words and the attention his cock was finally getting. the way you left kisses down his body, and continued pouring so much care into him. his heart leaped, just as his cock did, when you got down on your knees and peered up at him with the utmost prettiest eyes he's ever seen. kissing down his shaft, your hand moving his cock in a quicker pace from the way his moans only increased with every breath he took. you chuckled softly at his reactions, looking up at him as you stuck your tongue out to press the tip of his tongue against. you hummed at the sensation, moving your mouth further to engulf his length into your mouth.

wonbin's hands found their way to your head, patting it gently despite how needy he'd been feeling. your warm mouth allowing him much more pleasure, the way you managed to shove his entire length down your throat without any uncertainties. you knew you could take it, especially if it came down to making your boyfriend feel good.

you felt his cock twitching in your mouth and you knew he was about to cum, continuing your actions at an ever quicker pace and even moaning around his length to increase stimulation. wonbin's breaths grew heavy and he groaned as he felt himself release inside of your mouth, constant moans exiting from his lips.

you slowly pulled away from his cock, licking your lips with a grin as you looked up to see his satisfied expression. you smirked, “why don't we take this somewhere else?”

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 7 months

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I hate tiktok I hate tiktok so much not because of the apps invasive nature, the companies shady proceedings and the absolute horrors of mankind that exist on it

I JUST HATE BEING SHOWN VIDEOS LIKE THAT I HATE IT

sending me videos is great. I love it.

Showing me TikToks IRL? Hate it. Burn it. Make it illegal. It's like a neurotypicals emotional response pop quiz

I hate people waving me over and shoving a bright ass phone in my face brightness on 100 just to see a TikTok

Because like- I can't react??!!!

then I have to stand there and divert my attention (ADHD says no) and then feign the correct emotion based on the video (autism says no)

and sometimes they'll start showing you more!!! You laugh like you're supposed to theyre like 'oh you like that let me click on their profile'

And this happens multiple times a day!!!!!!!!!!

Neurotypicals be showing you tiktoks then watch your reaction waiting for you to laugh or gasp like

Meanwhile my autistic ass is watching the whole duration of this video completely straight faced and visibly unmoved

THEN I GOTTA LAUGH AND SHIT I be like 'ahaha hehee' dry as fuck trying my best to make it seem like I'm at all amused

I HATE standing there like - when really I'm like

Stop showing me tiktoks. I will not laugh out loud and I hate faking laughs

I'm sorry

I'm sorry and I'm not trying to be an ass but showing me tiktoks IRL is like singing Happy Birthday to my face I will Just Stand There

#tiktok #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #neurodivergency #ADHD #autism #AuDHD #actuallyadhd #actually autistic #actually adhd #actuallyautistic #actually audhd #autistic #tiktok hate

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simp999 · 9 months

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hiii

I saw that you were taking requests for tf2 and I was wondering if you could you the moment the tf2 mercs realise that they enjoy reader being around? Maybe it can be seen as platonic or romantic? Like theyre just hanging out with reader and suddenly theyre like hmm. I enjoy your presence

Thank you if advance!!

Yay my first request!! This is the exact kind of thing I like to write www thank you for swinging by, and I hope you enjoy!! I may have gotten a little carried away-

The Moment the Mercs Realise They Enjoy Being Around Reader

Total wc: 2.3k

Mercs included: All

Masterlist

Scout: (slight angst, whoops)

-Enjoyed being around you since you first joined as a merc buuut

-The moment he realised he wanted to be around you more was when you gave him comfort.

-Sure, he's used to getting up to shenanigans with you on and off the battlefield, but this was a different side of him that nobody really got to see.

-And you accepted it without a problem.

-One night, when most of the mercs were playing cards or off doing their own thing, you noticed that Scout wasn't with the main crowd. Usually, he was chomping away on junk food and teasing the others when they lost a round of cards (even though he lost quite often.)

-You excuse yourself from the table, and go check on him.

-Before you get the chance to knock, you can barely hear soft sniffles coming from his room.

-You gently knock on his door, and wait a decent amount of time before carefully opening the door.

-It seemed he hadn't heard the knock, or maybe tuned it out, but his first reaction was to turn away from you and hide his face with his hands.

-It hurt to see him like this. We all have those days, but you hated to see him fighting this on his own.

-You wordlessly went and sat near him on his bed, but not too close to cause any discomfort.

-When he finally tilted his head towards you, you could make out his red face and puffy eyes. You wanted nothing more than to swaddle and hug him, but comfort comes first.

-You lean towards him with your arms semi-open, welcoming him into a hug if he so chose.

-Without a second to lose, he barreled into you and let his tears fall freely.

-You did nothing but rub gentle circles over his back and offer a few soothing words here and there, letting him get it all out.

-You would have expected him to start talking about everything, being the talkative boy he is, but he did nothing but let the tears run for a while.

-Once he finally calmed from sobs to sniffles, you gave him a small kiss on his hairline.

-"You're still special, alright? Doesn't matter what you may have gone through, people will still love you."

-But the part that got him was the fact that you asked no questions. You didn't force him to open up. You always wanted him to feel comfortable, which was.. rare, for him, to say the least.

-That's when Jeremy realised that he felt safe and comfortable around you.

Soldier:

-The first time Soldier realised he enjoyed you being around was when you wouldn't roll your eyes or complain like the others.

-Of course, his drills sometimes got out of hand, but you never groaned or sounded annoyed about it.

-Rather, you would still state your thoughts, but you wouldn't be an ass about it.

-Specifically, the first day that Soldier had overworked the mercs while you were around. You noticed that some of them were looking a little woozy, and Scout seemed like he was about to pass out.

-You spoke up to him before he started the next drill.

-"With all due respect, Soldier, we can't become stronger if half of us are ready to pass out. We can take a break to regain our strength then…"

-He had completely tuned you out after that.

-He's never heard that from anyone before.

-"With all due respect."

-There was no malice in your tone, either.

-Soldier would never admit it, but he might go easier on you than others, now.

-Not to mention the fact that you weren't afraid to stand up to him, even within the first few days of barely knowing him. He tends to seem intimidating at first glance.

-Also, this stays between us, but the phrase "with all due respect" can mean no respect at all.

-but Solly doesn't have to know that :)

Pyro:

-Our favorite Firebug always enjoyed having you around, that's a given when new mercs join!

-But the moment that they realised they wanted to be near you more was when you didn't baby them.

-You still treated them with respect, which was rare from most.

-Of course, you would still draw with them and make pillow forts and do things that were seen as childish, and you seemed to enjoy it, too!

-But one day, they wanted to help Engineer in the workshop with a project that was a little more difficult than usual.

-Engineer knows as well as we all do how... chaotic Pyro can be. But he didn't even give them a chance to try.

-You were working on a mini project of your own in the workshop and happened to hear the conversation.

-Then, you quipped with an idea.

-"What if we watched over them? As long as they don't do anything unsafe, then there's no problem with giving it a shot."

-You then looked over at them and seemed to catch on to their awestruck expression- even with the mask on, and gave them a big smile.

-You guided them through their project, helping them out when needed or asking Engie if you needed tips for something.

-Even when they were about to do something unsafe, you carefully explained why it was a bad idea. Not in a condescending way, either. Just a quick -"Woah, hey! Wrong tool for the job, Py. Let's ask Engie for the right one."

Heavy:

-The moment Heavy realised he enjoyed having you around was when he noticed the others being a little less stupid around the base.

-Which sounds pretty odd to say, but he's often the voice of reason, always telling the others to "Get off the counter!" And "Stop setting everything on fire!", and the usual "Stop eating Heavy's sandviches!"

-They began to not listen when he spoke, and he's been struggling with keeping them in check when the base needed it most lately.

-If he reaaaally wanted to, he could shut the whole base up with a loud "ENOUGH!!" That would reverberate through the walls, but it would only be followed by a quick "Uh-huh, try and make me," from Scout

-But you

-Oh, you.

-You didn't need a loud voice to scare them.

-Or big muscles.

-All you needed was to be great at making them feel guilt. Like a gentle parent lecturing their kid on their miserable grades.

-You're never angry, no,no.

-Just disappointed.

-Scout ate one of heavy's sandviches when you first got there, and the longest record of parental scolding was broken right then and there.

-Never happened again, though!

Engineer:

-Engineer first realised that he enjoyed your presence when you showed an open mind, and willingness to learn.

-He'd had too many people come up to him over the years claim to want to watch what he's working on, only to constantly tell him he's not doing it right or not using the proper tool for the job

-Seriously gonna question the man with 11 PhDs? Yeah, I wouldn't.

-But the worst is when he has to be paired up with other men on the same job that never listened to his ideas or thought process.

-When you came along to his workshop and asked him if you could watch over and learn from him, he was hesitant. It's not like he had performance anxiety, he was definetly confident in his skill. But he wasn't sure if he could keep it together if he has one more PhD-less person confidently tell him he's doing something wrong.

-But, he was pleasantly surprised by your questions and actions. You always asked before touching anything, and listened intently when he explained stuff. You even left a while in, only to come back with lunch for the both of you so you could continue talking about his project.

-Even the one time you did think he may have done something wrong, you asked him to explain why he did it that way instead of another.

Demoman:

-The moment Demo realised that he loved having you around, was when you cared for him when nobody else did.

-Everyone else was so used to him coming back to base extremely drunk, barely able to walk on his own.

-The most they'd do anymore is give him some pain meds then let him fend for himself, which usually left him waking up sore from falling asleep on the floor.

-But when you came along,, oh boy.

-He may not have remembered much, if any, of the night before, but he does know that he woke up all comfortable in bed, next to a plushie that had not been there before.

-He also noticed a glass of water and pain meds on his bedside table, and on the floor beside his bed, a bucket incase he felt sick.

-He couldn't figure out who could have done this for him, since he never really hung out with you since you became a merc.

-A few quick introductions and that was about it.

-But when he sat around the table playing poker with the guys and one of them slips the fact that you had slung his arm around your shoulder while carrying him to his room, and that you were the one to tuck him in, he may have felt embarrassment as well as butterflies.

Medic:

-Medic treated you as any other merc when you had first joined. Healing you if he could, and only really focusing on his own thing.

-But, when you started to hang around the base with the mercs to get more comfortable with everybody, that's when he noticed something.

-Your crude sense of humor.

-Sometimes even downright dark.

-It wasn't rare for you to crack a joke that had the others simply staring at you, some with a surprised look on their face, others seeming a little uncomfortable. Which is hard to do, coming from a team of killers.

-You didn't want anyone being uncomfortable around you though, so you toned it down.

-But, whenever you were with Medic, he would silently encourage it. He didn't really pay attention to the wide, almost creepy grins he'd give when you told an especially gory joke.

-They're not all bad, though! Some are just a little.. silly.

-The line that made Medic realise he enjoyed you little quips, was when Scout has given himself a paper cut.

-He immediately was frustrated with it, and had to announce it to the team right away. Without missing a beat, you immediately replied with; "Whoop, guess we gotta amputate."

-It was just so.. unexpected? He may have let out a small snort at that one.

Sniper:

-Sniper took a while. It's not like he's the first to go up to a new merc and ask to be friends, you know.

-Though, his moment of realisation came after you went out of your way to appreciate him, and slowly spend more time with him.

-You'd sit a comfortable distance away from him, and never forced small talk.

-You would always made sure to congratulate him on any especially nice shots,

-And eventually, you two had made it to the point of being almost comfortable enough for you to hang out in his Sniping nest.

-The reason I say almost, is because he still felt quite awkward having someone be in his space. He's just not used to it.

-But you weren't hovering over his shoulder, you simply had a book in your hand as you sat in the corner of his nest.

-His exact moment of realisation was when he caught himself info-dumping to you about animals. Especially dangerous ones.

-It was a simple question, really. You had run across an animal in your book and figured that Sniper's probably the guy to ask about if you wanted to know more about it.

-So, you quietly, as to not disturb his concentration, asked him about snakes.

-Usually his answers to most questions were single words, or a curt nod or shake of his head, but he had accidentally let himself slip as he taught you about what markings to watch out for and what snakes would be common in your area.

-When he finally did catch himself, he froze, and glanced over at you.

-You, who had nothing but wonder and curiosity in your eyes.

-Maybe he'll keep you around to keep him less bored.

Spy:

-Look, Spy doesn't grow attached to anyone.

-...Easily, that is.

-But, he may silently gain some.. favoritism if you manage to get on his good side

-There's not much this man cares for. He wouldn't favor you any more if you bought him flowers, or wore expensive perfume.

-He'd honestly prefer it if people left him alone.

-But there is one thing he cares about, and it doesn't even involve you interacting with Spy himself.

-That's right. Scout. Jeremy.

-The moment that Spy began to not feel more comfortable around you, but maybe feel soft- if we can even call it that- is when he caught wind of you watching over Scout.

-You often stole his Bonk cans right out of his hands, or nudged his sides when he hasn't eaten in a while.

-You probably annoyed the hell out of Scout, but Spy could see that it was for the best.

-It's almost as if you saw Jeremy as your own kid- just, with more of an annoying-sibling type vibe when it came to caring for him.

-It's exactly what Scout needed.

-Not that you'd notice it, because Spy's good at his job, but it sometimes seems like taking you down from behind isn't an option.

Thank you for making it to the end!! :D

July.25.23

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botboots · 8 months

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Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #tf x reader #tfp x reader #transformers prime #transformers ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #ratcher x reader #transformers fanfic #tfp fanfic

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sp0o0kylights · 6 months

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[gasps] number 10 you had me at steddissy!!

Fun Facts about Patchworks, it and Chokechain where the two fics I was like "I'm not gonna post these until theyre complete theyre so close!!" and then posted parts of anyway lmao. Patchworks ended up needing a bit more than Chokechain did to finish it out but she's close.

This one also hasn't gotten The Red Pen of death Editing yet.

Snippet:

"I can't fucking belive this." Robin hisses, and Steve just sighs.

"How are you still mad?"

"How!? How could I be mad that after struggling with my sexuality; fighting it with tears and--and constant doubt for years, you just threw up once and that was it!"

She drops her voice as deep as it'll go, mocking Steve's own. "Guess I'm queer now, let me get my coffee."

"That's a horrible impression of me."

"Accurate you mean." Robin mutters darkly. "For the record I don't think you're fine by the way, I think you're repressing it."

"I'm not repressing anything Robin, I told you I'm comfortable liking both."

"Not the queerness, dingus, the reaction to the queerness!"

"I think you're just mad I'm better at being gay than you."

Robin gapes, mouth swimming through the movements without a sound.

Oh, he's really pissed her off, and Steve delights in that too, in a way only siblings and soulmates can.

"Better than me!?" She finally sputters, and Steve settles his hip against the counter, hands crossing smugly over his chest.

"Yes."

"You--you!" Robin's shaking a finger at him, and if steam could have come from her ears they would have.

Steve doesn't fight his grin.

"Talking," she says finally, slamming a stack of VHS's on the counter opposite him, and God is he thankful that Family Video is dead for this conversation, "is one thing. Let's see you actually back it up, hotshot.”

"By what? Hanging out with Munson?" Steve challenges back.

"Yes." Robin spits immediately. "We've all seen how you flirt. I want to see you put all those terrible flirting skills that we know don't work outside of high-school to the test!"

"I told you Robin, I was bombing on purpose at Scoops." He warns, as he warms up to the challenge.

Hanging out with Eddie will be easy.

Sprinkling a little light flirting on top?

A total cakewalk.

"I don't believe you." Robin says with narrowed eyes.

"Just watch." Steve tells her smugly.

The nice thing about it all?

Steve barely has to wait a few hours before he can prove himself right.

Eddie trots in as if the universe had given him his cue, coming up to the counter with one of his wilder grins.

"Minion!" He crows, and Steve rolls his eyes in response.

"Munson." He greets back, but makes sure to lean across the counter, curling his body towards Eddie.

Predictably, Eddie gets right up in his face.

"How goes the droll and drab life of retail?"

"Not terrible." Steve catches Robin's eye, and has to suppress any hint of smugness.

'Celebrate after you make the play!' Steve thinks in his coach's voice, and he settle himself in for the game.

"Say Eds," he says, and watches the way the nickname grabs the older teens attention, "you still selling weed?"

"Not to your freshman, I do keep my promises." A palm goes over Eddie's heart, face full of roughish charm.

Hook.

"Nah I was thinking for myself. My parents are home for the month and they're driving me up a tree."

A truth, though given they were close to their next departure their attention was off Steve and onto more important things.

Like getting into the right hair salon, or making sure they rubbed shoulders with this or that person.

"Think we could smoke at your place?" Steve dips even closer into Eddie's space, delights at how wide those doe eyes of his can grow. "I'm happy to pay."

Line.

"Sure, absolutely, uh, man." Eddie says, and Steve doesn't hold back the grin as he watches him fumble.

"Thanks." He beams, before reaching out to pretend to brush something off of Eddie's jacket. "You're a lifesaver."

"Sure am!" Eddie outright squeaks, and over his shoulder Steve can see Robin gawk at the two of them.

"Certified life guard Eddie, that's me!"

"Oh," Steve grins. "Certified. You'll have to show me how to do CPR sometime."

"Yeah, Eddie says, before abruptly wrenching himself out of Steve's space, face fire engine red. "I can show you when we uh, hang out. To smoke. What uh, day do you...?"

His voice goes higher in question, and Steve gives him his best slow 'I'm charmed' smile.

"Tonight? After work?”

"Tonight!" Eddie says, before he starts dancing back, waving finger guns at Steve. "My place! Be there or be square!"

"Well I'd hate to be square." Steve replies, giving a lazy wave as Eddie crashes backwards into the door, spins around with a curse and half falls, half tumbles his way out.

Sinker.

Steve turns a victorious look on Robin.

"He didn't even rent a movie." He preens, while Robin tracks the absolute disaster that is Eddie trying to drive his van away.

"Oh my God." She says, wide eyes meeting his too smug ones. "I'd say that was smooth but that was the farthest thing from it."

"Hey, I was smooth. We're only judging me, not my dance partners." He counters.

"Oh? Certified?" Robin mocks him once again, clenching her hands under his chin before dropping them in disgust. "I can't believe that worked, everyone knows you were a lifeguard for years!"

"I'm just that charming."

"More like Eddie's that far gone." She says with a dismissive snort. "He has it bad for you.”

"I dunno," Steve drawls, resting his chin on the back of his hand. "You're just as bad the second you think a girls flirting with you."

The offended gasp Robin lets out has Steve cackling immediately.

"You take that back!" She howls, winging a wet rag at him.

Steve jumps back, still laughing.

"Steven Harrington you take that back!"

"I promised not to tell lies Rob," He gasps, as she whips the towel at him again.

He reaches out a hand, catching the towel easily. “I can’t take it back!”

Robin shrieks, and soon enough they're both laughing and wrestling over the towel, all thoughts of the weird dance Steve, Eddie and Chrissy were doing, forgotten.

#this is more stobin and steddie #than it is steddissy #but it plays an important role in the three of them figuring itself out even if Chrissy isnt there #this ones safe to read if youre just into steddie #or a cute Stobin moment #featuring Steve “What Sexuality Crisis” Harrington #and TERRIBLE flirting

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1eos · 1 year

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wait what did you mean by “kardashians brought pop culture to slaughter and bts delivered the final blow”? I SWEARRRRRR im not trying to be one of those “gotcha!” anons but i keep seeing sm ppl posting abt pop culture / counter culture being dead, and a lot of it in relation to renaissance and i’m just confused by it 😭😭 i’m not even a kpop listener i just think u put these things eloquently

i love asks like this bc my initial reaction before and after i realized this is a genuine question was night n day.

anyways the kardashians were a very very calculated rise to fame at any cost nd were maybe the first people to be on reality tv and skyrocket into mainstream fame (unfortunately) and kim's obsession w stealing everything from black people and marketing it out spearheaded the generic insta baddie aesthetic which is responsible for at least half of the desctruction of unique pop culture. if you look at the 2000s the shit was weird but it was unique. go back even further and the shit club kids were doing influenced fashion EVERYWHERE now everyone is passing around the same name brand outfits, everyone's going to the same surgeon to get their unique features changed into the same racially ambiguous lewk, you don't need talent, you don't need charisma you just need to look like you have money and therefore you deserve fans that will die to be scammed by you.

so the kardashians put pop culture on the slaughtering board right? and then here bts comes. also just copying what black ppl do 1 to 1 until they blow up internationally and start producing some of the most generic western bait pop to be palatable enough to all the white children of the world and their token black friends. but this generic music is taking over the world. the hype isn't in the content but its in the numbers. their fans begin to become obsessed with streaming numbers, video views, breaking records etc. the music is irrelevant. its all about the numbers and being on as many unskippable ads as possible. so now the industry follows behind the biggest (and worst) fandom of all time and award shows, journalists, online content curators who could be informing pop culture accurately are just saying whatever these people want to hear. giving accolades to soulless 'hits' bc they want to avoid death threats or just get a cut of the zombie streaming pie. good pop culture is DEAD. if it werent for the few big black girlies in the industry like beyonce who can do whatever we'd be in hell! no one can sing cuz theyre getting ribs removed to fit into corsets and no one is dancing bc the rented mugler bodysuit has to be returned with no damage and it's all just very very generic.

ofc there are rare interesting performers that pop up but bc they dont fit into the mold they get bullied out like poor mitski wants to be an actual artist nd they hate her for it. anyways kris jenner is going to hell for the evil she's brought into the world

#i blacked out and typed way too much but as a girl whose formative years were in the 00s #a real peak of pop culture this shit is SAD!#and ik its not just me being old bc when u look at what going viral on tiktok a LOT of it is throwbacks #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm its almost like the current shit not hitting!

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walli3darl1ng · 4 months

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Can you imagine the casts reactions to a human (gender neutral) reader whos covered in tattoos? Like, theyre totally used to people being gray, yellow, pink, etc but theyve never seen anyone with such vibrant, intricate patterns on their skin (who dont have fur or feathers)! I imagine them all assuming for a long time that its completely normal and natural for humans, until the reader says something like “oh yeah, this one really hurt to get, but it was worth it!” And everyone is bewildered. (This is moreso like a “group reaction” thing but you can make it one on one with any characters you want!)

( I really like this idea! I would like to think the crew would like just think you are the embodiment of a coloring book XD enjoy!)

For as long as you can remember you’ve always been with the neighborhood of small alive and moving puppets. Now for how you got here you have no clue. No complaints from you that’s for sure, you felt like home here. More so then in your own world.

Everyone sees you as an equal unique and special in your own way and that for once feels so good. Despite being covered mostly neck to toe in tattoos.

Everyone didn’t think nothing of it. They all thought that’s how all humans come as, kinda like a birth mark. All different but would be born with it.

You were helping Howdy put up some things on the self as Wally come trotting in and greeting you two. “Howdy, neighbor! Howdy, Howdy,” he laughs. “Ha. Ha. Ha. I said Howdy twice.”

You laugh and waves at Wally. Seeing Julie and sally walking over as well. “Hi guys! How’s it going?”

“Hi, (Y/n)! You helping Howdy?”

“Yup we just finished for the day.” Howdy smiles as you sit down and stretch, your tattoos are kinda hard to hide so they are always on full display and everyone is so mesmerized by it. All the different colors and lines, dark spots and shapes. Really cool.

“(Y/n) I’m always amazed at your marking, they just look so cool!” Sally gushes as she runs her finger along the lines of your arm as you smile at her.

“Awe, really? Thank you, I really like them too,” you show one that’s in your wrist. “This one was a little hard to do, it was difficult to get the lines straight.”

You point on another that’s on your shoulder. “This one I would say took the longest in doing, a lot of shading but this one,” you show another one that’s closer to your knee not noticing the confusion the puppets are giving you. “This one was the worse! I was in so much pain when I was getting it done but gosh was it worth it, look at it, it looks so dope.”

Finally you glance to your friends and stop when you see them give you worried and scared expressions. “Uh…what’s wrong? Did I say something..”

“They…hurt? How?”

“Because they’re tattoos..? It’s ink that gets stabbed into my skin..?” You were as lost as them right now. You genuinely thought they knew that you weren’t born with all this.

“What!”

You flinch back at the outburst and give a nervous chuckle.

“Wait, you get stabbed with ink?! Why would you do that?”

“Who gets stabbed with ink?”

You look over to see Frank, Eddie and Barnaby walking toward you and Julie jumps to tell them the news.

“(Y/n)’s marking are stabbed into them with ink to make their marking!”

You try to calm everyone down, now finding this all funny in someways even cute that they’re concerned about how you got your ‘markings’. “Okay guys, it’s okay, not all of them hurt, just some.”

“Are you sure? Do they hurt now?” Howdy asks, holding Wally from getting an apple.

“No I’m fine, they don’t hurt at all.”

“Well that’s good then.” Frank responds getting distracted by a butterfly tattoo you have on your other arm.

You notice Julie still looking at you with worry and you sigh. She can be so worrisome sometimes. You reach into your bag and pull out some washable markers and hand them to her.

“Wanna color some in?” You ask her with a smile which only grows when you see her light up and take the markers and jumps around you, seeing which one she wants to color first.

“Oh! Oh! Can I color some too?!” Sally chimes in and takes a marker when you nod your head.

Soon you realized the mistake you made when they all decided to color in your tattoos and Wally being the artist he is wanted to draw some new ones on spot where you didn’t have any. This lasted all day.

~~~

En fin! This one was short I know. Do you guys have tattoos? I want one so bad I’ve only ever done stick n pokes :)

#welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #wally darling #welcome home barnaby #welcome home julie #welcome home sally

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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hey you should some dating johnny cade hc

Dating Johnny Cade HCs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }

-> pairings: johnny cade x reader

{🤍}

sweet boy ong.

PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!

"c'mere cuddlebug" <3

M E L T S when you compliment or praise him

is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating

100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out

look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)

until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao

ok so but i

johnny loves watching you smoke????

watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.

but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.

if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter

if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call

bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤

but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you

PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK

i feel like johnny would be so down for these

i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person

is that just me? ok ill go away now

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3

if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family

because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him

would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹

please tell him he's loved

he needs that

would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth

johnny boy likes that intimacy :p

wap so hes a sub switch at best

GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!

PLEASE

sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')

making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows

play a prank or two 😍

but you might need to take the fall just a warning

if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston

but will always be a lil nervous for his bae

will take you out when you get out of the slammer

diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.

you make him so happy

would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue

cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses

theyre so... simple

so simple but they make him so happy

dally also likes how happy you make johnny

is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you

i mean, everyone knows you

you have a reputation, of course

dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him

anywayz

is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...

its sweet (for the most part)

loves holding your hand

please

please hold his hand

please hold his hand all the time

two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs

you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying

wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have

i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes

but its all good bc ur dating johnny

i mean, dude, its johnny

darry highkey really likes you

the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool

imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight

"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.

y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.

darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.

y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.

darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"

"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."

dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"

y/n smirks. "duh."

two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.

"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.

two bit laughed again.

"missed you, baby"

AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS

the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out

pony is ur no. 1 supporter

respect, my g 😪✊

if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later

johnny cade taglist:

@paxdawg

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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I’ve got one more request in my brain and then I’ll stop for a while…maybe

So this one is an solo? I.H.A where y/n is doing stand up! Halfway through Jax is egging on reader and going “boo get off the stage” which causes y/n to stop and rail into Jax in the vein of “that’s why yo mama dead” this goes on for 10 minuets, everyone shocked and Caine’s jaw in the earth. Then y/n drops the mic and walks off. If it’s possible could I also add the others reaction to this? Thanks! ❤️❤️ ps your writing is great

Stand up Comedy where you get back at a rude audience member

wasnt too sure what to name this since its not exactly a shipping thing, maybe, i think... i dunno!! this post may be a little short, may not be, we shall see! erm!! warning i do not have good humor i think, like i am unfunny finally getting to requests for today; took me a little longer than usual since i went out to go get some breakfast and i threw together some dough for cinnamon rolls today also gentle reminder ! currently requests are closed so i can catch up on my inbox and take a short break! i dont have a set time for them to open again, but i aim to reopen in a few days! any new requests sent in will be void; its nothing against you my inbox is just flooded rn and i need to empty it out </3

caine thought it would be a good idea for you guys to do a little comedy night; be it for bonding or for entertainment you werent sure

however throughout the night, jax was calling out to whoever was on stage and trying to either steal their show or simply being mean

so far, pomni had gone (who froze up on stage the second the lights were on her), gangle (poor girl was bullied off stage by jax), kinger (who just rambled about cool bug facts)

needless to say so far the night was a bit of a disaster

currently, zooble was up on stage, not even making an attempt to do jokes. any jokes they did make were a bit on the darker side; and of course, jax was loudly cutting in

"you know what? <> this!" zooble drops the prop mic and storms off the stage, the air being a tense afterwards

you feel caine nudging your side, alerting you that you were up next

you internally sighed, you really didnt want to do this, in fact it seemed like just about everyone didnt want to do this

jax immediately started on his bullshit before you even had a chance to open your mouth, already booing. from on the stage you could see ragatha giving him a look

you tried to begin again, before jax made a comment on how quiet you were

"oh course you'd know about sound, seriously have you seen how big your feet are? you slap the floor instead of stomping"

silence

zooble lets out a choked laugh, and you can see caine jerk forward as he tried to contain a surprised laugh

jax narrows his eyes, and he opened he mouth

"hang on wait when was the last time you brushed your teeth? i mean come on man, youre teeth are yellow. maybe the reason no ones been laughing is because theyre choking from how bad your breath smells"

gangle holds her hands over her mouth, seemingly in shock. kingers eyes darted between you and jax, and pomni held a similar expression to gangle... jax, of course, was fuming, trying to rattle off a come back, ultimately failing and stammering that his teeth are meant to be that color

you had to admit, it was odd seeing jax finally being knocked down a peg, but it was satisfying in its own way

you kind of ragged on him for another minute before seeing yourself off stage

the entire room was silent

caine pulled his lower jaw off the floor, and regained himself, before letting jax know it was his turn up next

tonight was going to be a long night...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader

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yourlegacysnotyourstosee · 6 months

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I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday

DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”

I literally can’t get over how good he sounds

AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!

Bro these songs SLAP

Damn Mariahs hair is so long

Pete is such a mood

I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad

BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER

Omg hey Kim

When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying

Omg Max likes Grace???????

Wait that’s so cute

Wait why’s he kinda fine

“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀

It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)

Damn these HARMONIES THO

My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO

I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE

The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.

“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Study date????????

Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

When Max enters and the crowd cheers

“Rondevuch”

Max literally has a God complex

Why is Kim everyones mom?

“Walen place”?????

“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED

NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN

LITERALLY WHAT

Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️

Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???

Laurens character is bisexual???????

“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character

Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually

Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore

Wait I kind of love Grace now

Mariah slays

“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think

I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…

I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn

“Skele-ens”

I need Max Jagerman actually

Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️

AW FUCK HE DIED

HOLY FUCK HE DIED

GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE

I love how upbeat this song is

WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF

Omg Dan and Donna!

Slay Mayor Lauter

His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”

THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀

FUCK CLIVESDALE

DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM

I like that the football team has only 2 players

I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good

Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP

Im literally so Gay bro

THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME

When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef

Please let Grace swear

Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away

Grace Chastity said “acab”

Cory needs more songs

MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!

Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍

GERALD OH MY GOD

Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.

Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR

The invisible bird. Literally high school theater

“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”

“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”

Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong

Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true

I know shes about to die rn

The red lighting gave it away

THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD

Why did Kim scream like that

Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️

THE COPS THEME

OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!

He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️

Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still

This duet is EVERYTHING

Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL

“Axe wielding maniacs?”

The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…

OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK

I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL

im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine

WIGGLY

THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????

“Let me check my Christmas list”

“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?

I feel bad for not knowing all their names

Max says bitch a lot

Damn this show is long

Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil

Max is so fucking funny

Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious

Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life

He decides to fuck Grace Chastity

OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART

Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit

Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww

Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????

Oh nvm that’s Jason

I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good

It’s very clean and crisp

In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner

OH FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

WHAT

#also idk how to spell most of their names #so forgive me #nerdy prudes must die #peter spankoffski #starkid #max jagerman #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes spoilers

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txdxsh1 · 2 years

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HQ COUPLE PICTURES: YOUR BIRTHDAY EDITION !!

genre: fluff, comfort, and a lil crack

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya

important: all these take place in the timeskip unless stated otherwise !

authors note: hello wonderful people, i honestly don’t think this is going to preform very well but i hope a few of you still enjoy it <3 love you guys always

ushijima wakatoshi:

stop he is so cute

even though he tries really hard, he can’t get the day off from practice for your birthday :(

so by the time you wake up he’s already gone and you’re kind sad but understand

but you walk to the kitchen and see ALL those flowers 🥺🥺

he also left you a really cute love letter and ur basically crying cause ??? that’s SO cute ????

he calls you when they’re on a lunch break and he’s just really happy that you liked the flowers

so you go about your day doing whatever and have no idea that he got out early so he could prepare a surprise 🫢

you finally come home and hear noise coming from the bathroom (??)

you walk in to see the cute bath, candles, and champagne he prepared and AAAAA 🥹🥹

he sees your reaction and just smiles and walks over to kiss you

“happy birthday, my love”

brb sobbing my eyes out

oikawa tooru:

he really wants to be extra for you

but he’s just a broke high schooler 😭

however that does NOT stop him from doing his absolute best to make your birthday amazing

he starts off by knocking at your door SO early and ur like who the hell ??? 🤨🤨

only for you to open it and see ur boyfriend with coffee, donuts, and a gift in his hands 🥹

AND he looks so happy to see you 🥺🥺

he’s all like “hi baby, this is for you” SHUT UP HE SAYS IT SO SOFTLY AND SWEETLY

sobbing, crying, throwing up

you guys spend the morning together before he has to go but he won’t tell you where’s he off to

you don’t mind tho cause you have a plans with your close friends and he promised that he’d pick you up later on

so then the evening comes along and you’ve already such a great day

oikawa comes to pick you up and take you to his house

he turns on his lights and tell me why the other members of the seijoh 4 pop out and say “SURPRISE” 😭😭😭😭😭

THEYRE SO CUTE STOP

oikawa spent the whole afternoon trying to set up a cute little party for you with balloons, food, flowers, and your favorite flavor cake 😭🫶

and so the rest of the night is the 5 of you just having fun at your little surprise birthday party 🥹

kuroo tetsuro:

where do i even begin with this man

he wants to go ALL out pffft

honestly i don’t even know how this man did this all while you were asleep ??

but you wake up to a cake, flowers, and a bunch of balloons by your guys’ bed 🥺

he is SO happy when he sees you being all surprised and excited

“don’t worry baby, that’s just the start 😎”

it was, in fact, just the start

like he spends the whole day with you and when you guys arrive back home in the afternoon , he gives you all your presents ☹️

no cause tell me why this man hid them in the most random places LMAO

he’s pulling gift bags out of the attic and under the kitchen sink HAHAH

omg but i bet he got such thoughtful gifts too

okay but then he tells you to get ready but won’t tell you where you’re going

very suspicious coming from him 🤨

he takes you to the park at sunset and has a whole romantic picnic set up for you 😭😭😭😭

why is he so unintentionally good at being aesthetic tho ??

okay WAIT but then he reveals his last gift and it’s a PROMISE RING !!!1!1!1!

shut up i’m sobbing

sakusa kiyoomi:

okay i have a hc that sakusa is a really good gift giver

so this man just goes all out

you wake up and notice the gifts in the corner of the room like 😦😦⁉️

and then this man just walks in with cups of coffee and a little smug face

“oh good you’re awake” UWBHDBS

he hands you your coffee and just watches you open everything

omg no but he was so relieved when you said you didn’t want a party 😭

you guys spend the whole day together doing anything you wanted to do <3

then later on at night he makes you a really cute candlelit dinner 🥺

and for dessert you guys share that little cake 😭😭😭

he even sings you happy birthday which surprises u cause you’ve NEVER heard this man sing 😳

honestly it was a chill day but omi tried his best to make you feel special 🥲

atsumu miya:

okay but can you imagine high school atsumu being broke but still trying his best to do something for your birthday 🥺

he calls you the minute it’s your birthday and starts yelling (yes literally YELLING) about how much he loves you and how excited he is for you

“MY BABY HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH MY GOD YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME I LOVE YOU”

later on he texts you the picture of all those happy meals with absolutely no context ?? 🤨 like sir ????

arrives at your door like 5 minutes later with a smug look on his face

you guys spend the afternoon munching on chicken nuggets, burgers, and fries while watching your favorite show

oh my god shut up and then not too long after, suna and osamu show up at your door with a cake 😭😭

you were informed that osamu baked it and atsumu decorated it HAHAH

tell him he did a good job PLS he was so proud of how it came out 😭😭

the boys sing you happy birthday but none of you could be bothered to cut slices so they’re like “eh fuck it” AND JUST STRAIGHT UP EAT IT WHOLE IN THE CONTAINER

it was a good day overall ☺️

reblogs are greatly appreciated !

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lilgoblinbitch · 1 month

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THE ONES WHO LIVE EPISODE FOUR (spoilers)

my reactions while i watch this masterpiece of an episode:

HELP OMG MY HEART IS POUNDING

why is there a roomba

HOLY FUCK THEY LANDED IN THE OCEAN OKAY

WHAT IS THIS GIANT BUILDING THEYRE IN

“we needed a time out” YES YOU DID TELL HIM BAE

“the hell is this place” ITS WHERE U AND MICHONNE ARE GONNA-

why are they both so sexy omfg this is ...

OMG MICHONNE HAVE MERCY Y ON ME

rick that stare is making me feel things, STOP.

IM SCREAIMUNG INTO MY PILLOW SO MY ROOMMATES DONT HEAR ME FOLDING OVER TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

MICHONNE I COULD SEE U AS A CREATIVE WRITER OMGGGG

the queen is so smart and witty and STRONG HOLY SHIT???

no because if i was her at that moment i would be on the ground sobbing and convulsing

“CHILDREN?” HELP PLEASE SOMEONE

rj…

oh god.

WHAT THE FUCK RICK

WHY DO U THINK SHE PULLED YOU OUT OF THE HELICOPTER YOU DUMB MALE

have sex already please

MY TV PARENTS ARE FIGHTING :(

michonne it’s not that simple you can’t just go home yet :(

“what did they do to you” bad things :(

“do you still love me? :(“ MY POOR BABY MICHONNE

“little brave man” i can’t.

please smack some fucking sense into him michonne.

poor rick he’s so fucking broken. and poor michonne i can’t imagine what it feels like to find your husband after 8 years and he’s just…gone. 😔

STOP IT I DONT WANNA CRY AGAIN

THE WAY HE SAVED HER FROM THE BUILDING COLLAPSING

OH FUCK THE KNIFE OH NO OH NO THEYRE GONNA FIND OUT

LMFAOOOOOO MICHONNE IS SO SASSY I LOVE HER SM “I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON, COMMANDO”

okay he deserved that shove from her.

ANDY AND DANAI DESERVE AN AWARD

oh god mich again i’m so sorry. rick is gone he’s got stockholm syndrome or some shit

rick lost his manners fr he is not treating his wife well, the blood on her face the “DAMMIT HUG THE WALL” UM RICK DO YOU KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING TO HELLOOO?????

uhhhhhh what is happening….

oh! i like this part :) (they’re kissing)

oh! i like this even more (they’re fucking)

OH FUCK YES I NEEDED THIS

oh poor rick my baby he waited for this moment for way too long

omg the look in their eyes STOP THIS IS SO MAGICAL AAHHHH

i’m actually fucking sobbing.

i love them sm i don’t ever want them to leave that bed (unless they go back to their children ASAP)

DARYL MENTION!!!!

“sit, rick.” YES COMMAND YOUR HUSBAND

“we, our family, are real. our love doesn’t get denied.” 👏👏👏👏

CARL MENTION PLEASE HELP HELP HELP IM NOT OKAY :(

rick sobbing makes my heart drop. this tissue box is my new bff.

the CARL DRAWING….

i’m still fucking sobbing. like, hysterically.

THE ELEVATOR MAKE OUT YESSS

THE CAR MAKE OUT YESSS

“WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO” YES YOU FUCKING CAN RICKY DICKY DOO DAH GRIMES!!!!

MY TV PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER YIPPIIEEE

holy shit that was truly an emotional rollercoaster. honestly this was my favorite episode. danai, you are fucking amazing, thank you for feeding us this delicious richonne meal today!!!

#the ones who live #towl spoilers #twd towl #richonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #the walking dead #twd #i am gonna cry again tonight #and then i'm gonna rewatch that scene iykyk #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #andy and danai #rick and michonne #carl grimes

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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 5 months

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Be a good boy and...? an OC hypnofic

this is the hypnoporn that let me win my nanowrimo. yes theyre kind of OCs it's kind of a from a crossover au if you have questions u can point fingers at me but:

Jamie (he/she/they) (late 50s( has been worming her way into a circle of rich friends, hypnotising, brainwashing and reprogramming them all into being good little hypnosub sluts for him. Aeor (he/him) (early 60s) is demisexual/romantic, though he has a husband and a wife who he loves very much (he took like 20yrs to fall for them) (he is sex favourable), but Jamie is persistent. Plus, y'know, a little brainwashing to speed up the process.

Jamie's testing out the triggers they've been slowly programming into Aeor, and seeing how ready he is. Turns out, Aeor's more than ready to break <3

about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'.

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Aeor isn’t sure how… or when, really, he became okay with Jamie sitting this close. But… Jamie has come to sit on the couch beside him, pressing a whiskey into his hand, and Jamie sits so close to him, thighs pressed together, and Jamie practically draping themself over him.

And… Aeor doesn’t mind? Aeor should mind. No one else can do this to him, apart from Martha. And Thomas.

But Jamie is taking this space. And… a-and Aeor is letting her. Aeor feels their fingers drag down his thigh, and he shudders but sips his drink anyway, watching Jamie from the corner of his eye.

“What…?” he finally asks, once his glass is empty, once he’s sure Jamie is watching and waiting for his reaction. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just testing,” Jamie says, and his voice purrs, and Aeor bites his lip because it’s just a nice voice to listen to, okay? Aeor didn’t think he had a thing for voices, he didn’t really think he had a thing for anyone (other than Tom and Mar), but Jamie gently strokes his thigh again and smiles at Aeor. Something dark. Something hungry.

“Be a good boy and part your legs for me?” Jamie asks.

Oh… Oh, a lot of things happen at once in Aeor’s head. His mind… his mind goes a little quiet, like it’s suddenly been enveloped in cotton wool, and any concerns or questions or worries he’d had – especially about what Jamie was doing – melt away. His mouth hangs a little open, his eyelids droop – though not fully closed, and he looks at Jamie through half-lidded eyes, and… and his thighs part.

“Oh, good boy,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor…

Aeor moans.

His eyes flutter open a little wider, he flushes red and covers his mouth even as his cock does throb, and he wasn’t sure he- he didn’t know he liked to be praised like that? How did Jamie know? Why is he not telling Jamie to stop?

He doesn’t want Jamie to stop, something in his head points out. This feels good. He’s safe with Jamie, and he can be good for her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jamie frowns, leaning in and taking Aeor’s wrist gently, pulling his hand away. “Don’t hide your pretty noises. I don’t want you to hide anything from me. We’re here now, and this feels good and comfortable, doesn’t it?”

Aeor nods slowly. I-it does.

“Good,” Jamie smiles, and his smile is a little sharp, but Aeor doesn’t question it, he just watches Jamie closely, waiting for what Jamie will do next.

Jamie studies him back, and their smile widens.

“How do you feel, Aeor?” she asks, putting Aeor’s wrist down and watching his arm flop back into a neutral position, and she watches Aeor’s jaw work until he gets words together, or… he does his best to.

“…Good?” he says. “Feel… fuzzy?”

“Oh, that’s normal,” Jamie tells him, and relief pools in Aeor’s stomach at her words. “That’s perfectly normal. All good boys feel a bit fuzzy when they hear how good they are.”

“…Good…?”

“Yes, Aeor. You’re a good boy. Especially when you obey. You like to obey, don’t you?”

Aeor blinks slowly. It’s all he can manage. …What?

“Like, if I said…” Jamie trails off, making a show of thinking, before they smile at him prettily. “If I said ‘be a good boy and touch your forehead for me’,you would, wouldn’t you?”

Aeor’s hand is already moving. His hand raises slowly, and he watches the movement, following it with hazy eyes, feeling like he’s moving underwater, and his hand comes up to his face and he extends a finger and presses it to his forehead, between his eyebrows.

H-his eyes roll a little? They roll a little when he does that.

“Good boy,” Jamie praises, and okay, Aeor is hard now, he doesn’t really know what’s going on but Jamie keeps telling him he’s good and that feels good and he keeps his hand at his head until Jamie says otherwise. “Relax now. Let your hand fall. We’re going to make sure you understand everything I want from you.”

Aeor nods slowly even as his hand falls, even as he slumps back against the sofa.

“You obey,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor nods. He does. Look at that whole hand thing he did before. Aeor wasn’t motivated to do that, he just did it because Jamie asked him to.

“You feel good when you obey me.”

W-well, that’s true too. He feels turned on and feels good and the praise is nice and he likes Jamie’s hands on him, actually, and he’d like more of that, but he feels too shy to ask. He nods.

“Obeying feels good. Obeying turns you on.”

Aeor nods slowly. It’s true.

“When I say ‘be a good boy and,’ you will do whatever I ask you to.”

Aeor nods.

“Good boy,” Jamie says, smiling. “You’ve taken to it so well. Now be a good boy and take off your pants.”

Aeor… yeah, alright. Aeor can do that. Aeor can see why Jamie’s asking. Aeor’s clearly turned on, and his pants feel tight and uncomfortable now, and he stands slowly, undoes his belt and his fly and lets them fall. Jamie helps him step out of them once it’s clear Aeor’s just a little too out of it to be fully in control of his limbs.

“Sit down, now, Aeor.”

Aeor sits down on the couch with a big wmph.

Jamie rises to their feet, and comes to stand between Aeor’s parted thighs. Aeor watches her, unable to rip his eyes away. Jamie puts his hands on his hips, and looks down at Aeor.

“How do you feel, Aeor?”

Aeor swallows hard. It takes a lot of effort to get words out. “Good,” he manages to say. “Safe.”

Jamie pauses for a moment, before her expression softens just a little.

“That’s right, Aeor,” they say. “You’re safe with me. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you.”

Then, Jamie grins at him. “Unless you ask me to, of course,” she jokes.

Aeor blinks, before a slow frown spreads across his face.

“…Why?”

Jamie bites her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “I’ll explain later,” they say. “Don’t even worry about it.”

And he doesn’t. The frown leaves his face. It makes Jamie laugh a little more, but this time, it sounds fond.

“What do you want, Aeor?” Jamie asks.

Aeor’s eyes fall from Jamie’s face. He- well, he does know what he wants. He wants Jamie to touch him. But he can’t just ask that! He… he doesn’t really know. He wants Jamie to touch him, and he wants something to be done about the erection he’s got, but he could do that himself, should he ask to leave…?

But he doesn’t want to. His lip wobbles, and suddenly, there’s a hand on his chin. Jamie tilts Aeor’s head back up to look her in her eyes.

“Be a good boy and be honest,” they instruct him. “You can trust me. I will not judge you. I will not hurt you. Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me?”

It tips out of Aeor’s mouth before he can think of whether he should say it or not. He wasn’t going to, he was going to keep that to himself, but… Jamie told him to be honest. And it feels good to do what Jamie says.

“Oh, good boy,” Jamie says. “Where?”

Aeor shivers, and puts his hands lightly over his own ribs. “Here…?”

Jamie’s expression softens again. He nods, and Aeor blinks as Jamie clambers into his lap without hesitation, settling there, and she quickly and easily undoes the buttons of Aeor’s shirt.

“Oh, you’re wearing layers,” Jamie comments, only surprised for a moment before they take it in stride and smile about it, slipping Aeor’s shirt off his shoulders. “Alright, Aeor, lets get this singlet off you too.”

Aeor feels a little too leaden to move properly, but he does shrug his shirt off, and Jamie shucks it aside.

Then, Jamie tilts her head.

“Aeor,” he says. “Be a good boy and take off your undershirt?”

Aeor’s body moves before his mind thinks. He sits up, tugging the thing over his head, and Jamie whistles low when it comes away and Aeor’s bare chest and stomach is revealed.

“Wow,” she says, and she runs her hands over Aeor’s stomach even before he’s dropped the shirt, and it makes Aeor gasp and flinch just a little before he melts back against the sofa, letting Jamie lean over him, letting Jamie take up his personal space. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you were strong.”

Jamie’s hands trail up his body, and Aeor moans again when they squeeze his tits.

“Do you like being touched like this, Aeor?” Jamie asks. “Be a good boy and tell me the truth.”

“Yeah,” Aeor replies instantly, his head tipping back against the back of the sofa, and Jamie grins as she squeezes and pinches his tits. “Y-yeah… I like… I like being f-felt up…”

“Good boy,” Jamie grinds down on him, and Aeor gasps and moans and bucks up against Jamie without hesitation, he does it mindlessly. God, the contact feels so good. He wants more. He wants whatever Jamie will give him.

Jamie gasps when he does that, though, and grinds down on him again, slower this time.

“Oh, Martha wasn’t lying,” Jamie whispers. “You’re big.”

A little fuzzy thought pokes at Aeor, then. Martha said? Martha h-had talked about… about how big his cock is to Jamie?

“Be a good boy and don’t worry about it,” Jamie tells him, and those thoughts don’t worry him anymore. Aeor offers Jamie a soft little smile instead, and it makes Jamie’s expression sharpen into something hungry. God. Jamie wants him. Jamie’s looking at him with desire.

Aeor’s still n-not used to being desired.

Well, he can expect it from his spouses. Because they chose him. They married him, for god’s sake. They’ve proven their want over the years over and over again, and Aeor trusts that. But he thought… what? That he was lucky? That he’d found the two people in the whole world who could have seen him that way?

But here’s Jamie. A newer friend, but a fast friend, and this is happening now and it feels right and Jamie’s looking at him like that, and… and Aeor trusts that too. Aeor wants Jamie’s hands. Aeor feels desired by Jamie, and… that feels good.

“In fact, good boys don’t even really need to think,” Jamie continues, even as she continues to play with his chest. “Good boys tell me what they want, and don’t worry about anything else. Good boys obey their instincts. Good boys obey my words.”

Jamie grins down at him.

“Are you a good boy, Aeor?”

“Yes,” Aeor arches his back, pressing himself into Jamie’s hands, begging for more, really. “Yes!”

“Good boys tell me they’re good boys,” Jamie says as she lowers her head, and Aeor can feel his breath ghosting over his nipple, and it makes Aeor whine.

“I’m a good boy,” Aeor tells Jamie, mouth moving automatically. He didn’t even have to think, it just… happened. “I’m…?”

“Say it again,” Jamie tells him, voice husky with want. “Keep saying it.”

“I’m a good boy,” Aeor repeats. “I-I’m a-!”

He cuts himself off only to groan, as Jamie finally latches their lips over his nipple and sucks. God, that feels- it feels weird but it feels really good and Aeor’s hips buck up again as Jamie pinches the other nipple, twisting it in their fingers as they suck on his tits, and fuck!

“A-a good boy…” Aeor manages to finish, even though he’s slurring his words now, and he’s struggling to swallow. “I’m a good… g-good boy.”

Jamie swaps nipples, and runs his spare hand down Aeor’s side for good measure. Aeor’s mouth just feels like it’s permanently hanging open.

He swallows again. The movement is slow and lethargic.

Jamie’s eyes were fixed on his face, and they pull away from his tit with a smile.

“You can drool if you want,” Jamie tells him. “It’s something that happens to good boys. They feel so good and think so little that they just drool all over themselves. You can do that. You should.”

Aeor nods slowly. Jamie sits up, now, swapping to playing with his nipples with her fingers, and leans in, studying his face, before she smiles again.

“Aeor,” she says. “Do you like kisses?”

Aeor nods.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

Aeor nods again.

“Be a good boy and ask for it.”

Aeor lurches forward a little, managing only a slurred, “Kiss me?”

It’s enough, though. Jamie smiles and leans in the rest of the way, slotting their mouths together, and Aeor moans as Jamie escalates the kiss immediately. They’re a good kisser. They’re a very good kisser. His tongue is- it’s so good, Aeor can’t even think about how good it is, he can only just try to clumsily keep up, and he wants to touch Jamie, too, he wants to put his hands on Jamie’s hips-!

When they break away for air, Aeor chases the kiss, and even as he’s still panting against her lips, asks, “c’n I touch you?”

“Do you want to?”

“Uh huh,” Aeor whines, nodding just a little so his lips don’t have to leave Jamie’s more than needed. “Wanna hold you.”

Jamie takes a moment, before she nods too.

“You can touch me,” he says. “Good boy for telling me what you want.”

Aeor shudders, and puts his hands on their hips, pulling Jamie in closer so they’re pressed together. Jamie gasps as Aeor moves her easily.

“Woah,” they say. “God, you are strong.”

“Kiss?” Aeor begs again, bumping his nose against theirs.

Aeor feels their smile as Jamie gives him what he’s looking for. The kisses feel so good. Aeor moans into it as Jamie just… takes what he wants from Aeor. And Aeor wants to give it. Aeor wants t-to…

They break the kiss.

Jamie leans back, breathing a little hard herself now, and smiles so sweetly at Aeor.

“What do you want to do now?” she asks. “Anything you want.”

“I want to obey,” Aeor replies honestly.

And the look on Jamie’s face! Jamie’s eyes widen and sparkle, that smile grows more genuine and amazed, and she practically shines with delight.

“You do, do you?”

“I do,” Aeor says, nodding. “I want to obey.”

“You’re such a good boy,” Jamie coos at him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good. Shit, Aeor, I could just fuck you stupid and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

Aeor nods. He’d let them do anything.

“Good boy,” Jamie says, hungrily. “God, you’re so good. Be a good boy and take off your underwear.”

And Jamie scrambles off him, starts shedding her own clothes with great speed, their intent clear. Aeor practically just… lifts his hips, wiggles out of his boxers and kicks them off, and… he’s… he’s naked now. On the sofa. With Jamie.

God, he’s so hard.

Jamie turns back, and whistles again.

“Holy shit, you’re huge!” he exclaims. “Aeor, you were holding out on me.”

Aeor blinks slowly, before he looks down too, just… yeah, he is, sure. It’s just because he’s a big guy. Everything about him is big. He’s bigger than… well his only other experience is Thomas. And he’s bigger than his husband. But his husband and his wife expressed surprise and delight too, so it must be odd.

Aeor’s used to being oddly big. But h-he likes it when it’s something they …like.

Jamie settles across his thighs, wraps a hand around his cock and grins as Aeor bucks up into their grip.

“God, Martha must look amazing taking this,” Jamie muses. “And Thomas too? Damn.”

“Y-yeah,” Aeor admits even as his eyes roll. “T-they both look s-so good.”

“You’ll have to let me see sometime,” Jamie grins, and shifts forward, starts to line herself up over his cock.

“W-wait,” Aeor’s hands go to Jamie’s hips, and hold them there, stopping them from sinking down.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asks, studying his face.

Aeor has to really reach for the word. “…C-condom?”

Jamie blinks once, twice, before a wry smile tugs at his mouth.

“You’re so conscientious,” they say. “Alright, we’ll use a condom. You got one on hand?”

Aeor nods, lifts one hand off Jamie’s hip so he can point at his abandoned trousers.

“Wallet,” he says.

Jamie climbs off him again, and picks up Aeor’s pants, fishing around until he finds Aeor’s wallet. Flipping it open, she finds… a few condoms in the section for storing notes.

“You’re prepared, Aeor,” she jokes, and takes two of them for good measure before dropping the trousers and the wallet on the floor and approaching Aeor again, who hasn’t moved but is watching her closely.

Jamie casts one aside on the couch, and rips the other one open, rolling it down Aeor’s length with the ease of someone who’s done this many times before. Aeor whines as Jamie’s fingers barely touch him, and Jamie laughs as his cock twitches.

“Good boys let their minds fade away,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor can’t bring himself to close his mouth as he just watches Jamie keep talking. She moves slowly, settling back into his lap, lining Aeor up.

She slowly sinks down on him and Aeor lets his nails dig in.

“G-good boys fuck their minds away,” Jamie says, as they take their time, moving at a snail’s pace. “Good boys have cock for brains. Good boys obey.”

Jamie hilts themself on him, now. And she holds herself there, bracing himself on Aeor’s pelvis as they have to take the time to adjust.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and Aeor moans as Jamie’s walls clench around him. “Fuck, Aeor, you’re so big…”

Aeor… Aeor whimpers. This feels so good. This is what he wanted, he thinks. Or… no, he doesn’t think. He just knows that he should be doing whatever makes Jamie feel good. And Jamie looks like he’s enjoying himself, full of Aeor’s cock.

“I…” Aeor says, and Jamie looks up at him, clearly not expecting him to talk. “I’m a good boy.”

Jamie’s eyes widen before she smirks at him, sardonic and sharp.

“You are,” she says. “You’re such a good boy. Be a good boy and hold still, now, okay?”

Aeor… Aeor blinks, his mouth slack, a-and the drool pooling there finally tips over. H-he… he had expected to be told to... to fuck them? He wants to.

Jamie braces himself on Aeor properly, and slowly starts to ride him.

“Shit,” Jamie moans openly. “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ amazing, Aeor. I’m so fuckin’ full.”

Aeor can only hold on, watching and drooling as thinking gets harder and harder. It’s gone from cotton wool to… to…

He can’t… he doesn’t have the words to describe it. It just feels warm and soft and good, and Aeor can sink into it.

“T-that’s right,” Jamie purrs. “Be a good boy and sink for me. Drop deep. All that matters is me fucking myself on your cock, and my pretty words. You’re such a good boy for me, Aeor.”

Aeor wants to fuck Jamie. The rougher kind of fuck that his spouses like – he wants to do that, but he can’t… he can’t move. All that energy feeds back on itself, the simmering arousal, and Aeor moans louder and louder as Jamie keeps her rhythm so goddamn slow.

“You want more, don’t you?” Jamie grins at him, even as their voice shakes as they hit a good spot. “I c-can see it in your eyes. You want me to go faster, you want to flip us over. We’ll do that next time. But the first time is important, Aeor. You have to prove how good you are to me. You have to prove you’re ready. That you’re not going to fight my control. Be a good boy and let me use you how I want.”

Aeor crumbles. He slumps back, his grip loosening. Any desire to take control of the situation drips away. Drips away like the drool down his chin.

It becomes hard to focus, now. Jamie keeps talking, but the actual substance of what they say starts slipping away. Aeor watches her lips move, watches the way his cock sinks into her over and over, and his brain just… empties.

“’M a good boy,” he says.

…Jamie must have prompted him.

“M’a good boy…” he says again, and it’s true. He is. He’s a good boy and he does what Jamie says, even when he doesn’t understand.

His eyes roll back into his head as they clench around him, cumming. Jamie’s nails dig in, and Aeor hears him moan, but otherwise, he’s hardly aware that Jamie has orgasmed, so lost in his own empty-minded bliss himself.

“I-I’m-!” he whimpers, and he has the passing urge to fuck up into Jamie, but his body is so heavy and the desire melts away as Jamie starts to ride him again, now a bit faster. “I-I’m a good boy! I’m a good boy!”

“Listen to me.”

Aeor hears them, tilting his head back up to he can look at Jamie with hazy eyes. He feels so good. He feels on the edge of orgasm. H-he wants to cum. He wants to cum.

Jamie’s face is flushed, glinting with sweat, but her eyes are bright and alert, and she grins at him even as she pants.

“You’re a good boy,” they say.

Aeor nods desperately.

“You do what I say.”

More nodding.

“You’re a good boy. Good boys obey.”

Aeor keeps nodding.

“If you can say that three times,” Jamie grins at him, breaking rhythm to grind on Aeor, which makes him whimper and whine, “then I might let you cum.”

Aeor gasps, and tries to remember what Jamie said.

“Aw, it’s so hard for you,” Jamie pouts at him, teasing, and they kiss his nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Repeat after me.”

Aeor nods.

“You’re a good boy.”

“M’a good boy…”

“You do what I say.”

“I-I do what you say.”

Jamie looks so triumphant. “You’re a good boy.”

“I’m a good boy!” Aeor has that one down.

“Good boys obey.”

“Good boys obey,” Aeor slurs. Oh, it feels so good. That feels nice to say. And the rhyme… it’s, um, fun.

“You know what that is, Aeor?” Jamie asks, and Aeor manages to shake his head. “It’s a mantra. It’s something you can say for me over and over, that you know is true, so you can remember how to be a good boy for me. Be a good boy and say it for me, all on your own.”

Aeor manages to swallow, trying to reach through the fog and haze to string multiple sentences together.

"I'm…” he takes a shuddery breath. “I’m a good boy… I do what you say.”

Jamie tweaks his nipples. “Keep going,” she orders.

Aeor’s cock twitches inside her, and it makes her grin.

“I-I’m a good boy!” Aeor sounds so desperate right now, even as his body is so slack and relax, and he can’t do much more than speak. “Good boys obey!”

Jamie latches back onto his nipple, but just before she does, he prompts Aeor, “one more time.”

Aeor’s eyes roll and cross and roll, trying to ground himself in an overwhelming sea of hazy bliss, that’s boiling into desperate arousal, and he’s losing himself in it, falling and falling as he says Jamie’s mantra – as he does what he’s told.

“I’m a good boy, I do what you say.”

Jamie moves their hips even faster.

“I’m a good boy, g-good boys – fuck!” Aeor’s drooling, Aeor’s crying, he doesn’t know when the tears started, he’s so fucking empty and he’s so fucking needy and he wants and he wants and he wants. “Good boys obey!”

Jamie pulls her mouth off Aeor’s chest just to openly moan as she cums again. Their head throws back, his back arches, he clenches around Aeor, and Aeor practically sobs.

“I’m a good boy!” he begs again. “I do what you say! I’m a good boy, good boys obey?”

Jamie, even through the euphoria of orgasm, opens her eyes as the afterglow sets in, watching him curiously.

“I-I’m a good boy, I do what you say.” Tears are flowing freely now. J-Jamie had promised he could cum, he wants to cum. “I’m a good boy, good boys obey!”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jamie whispers. “You’re so fucking good.”

Aeor’s chest heaves with his sob. He wants nothing more. His whole brain, his whole being is centred o-on obeying Jamie, on being good enough for Jamie that Jamie will let him cum.

“I’m a good boy, I do what you say, I’m a good boy, g-good boys obeyyyy.” Aeor’s hands tighten on Jamie. “Good boys obey. Good boys obey. G-good boys obey!”

His whining. He should be ashamed. He can’t be, though. There’s no way he can be. Not right now.

Jamie tuts at him.

“I’m being so mean, aren’t I?” she hums, cupping his face, thumbing away his tears. Aeor stares back at her, whimpering pathetically. “I’m being so mean, and you’re being so good. Do you promise to obey? To fall deep into this trance when I ask you to?”

“Yes,” Aeor promises, not even sure what she’s asking, but if it means he can cum, if it means he can be good, he’ll say anything. “Promise.”

“You promise to fall into such a deep trance when I call you a good boy?”

“Y-yes! I’m a good boy!” Aeor wishes he could move. It’s a fresh kind of the most perfect agony to not be able to move right now, even as Jamie- Jamie isn’t even riding him anymore. She’s warming his cock, waiting for him to give in and give them everything. “G-good boys do what you say!”

Jamie rakes her nails up Aeor’s chest. He cries out for it. Everything feels so much, he feels on fire.

“You promise to be mine?”

“Yes!” Aeor practically screams. “Yes! Yours!”

Jamie leans in. He kisses Aeor’s throat, kisses the seam of his jaw, kisses under his ear. T-then they lick the shell of his ear, and Aeor shudders, it makes the feeling of their breath there so much more obvious.

Aeor shakes with anticipation, his face scrunched up right.

Jamie purrs it into his ear, into his brain.

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Aeor screams. It hits him so hard and good and his vision goes white, he cums, he empties himself into the condom, and Jamie groans deep in her throat and rubs her clit frantically, trying to milk one more orgasm himself out of the sensation of Aeor cumming in them. And she manages it, and it makes Aeor cry and moan as their clenching walls draw his orgasm out even longer. Aeor d-doesn’t even know which way is up and which way is down. He just knows he’s good, and he’s Jamie’s.

As Aeor’s cock finally softens, as he begins to come down from his high, Jamie pulls off him, carefully removes the condom and ties it off.

Aeor can’t move. He just melts there, bonelessly.

“This was a very good first session,” Jamie says happily. “You’re a very good boy for me, Aeor. We’ve got a lot of fun ahead of us.”

Aeor can only moan in response. His brain is still fuzzy and hazy and empty. His cock manages to twitch just a little, but he’s so spent. He’s exhausted.

“Can you say your mantra one more time, just for me?” Jamie asks, and she’s… she’s back in his lap.

Aeor’s eyes are open, but he’s not looking anything. He stares glassily ahead as he drones, “I’m a good boy… I do what you say. I’m a good boy, good boys obey.”

Jamie kisses him.

“Good boy,” she croons. “Go have a shower. Tidy yourself up. Put some clean clothes on. When you finish, you will forget everything that has happened. But you’ll remember how good I make you feel when you obey, when I tell you you’re a good boy and you drop for me. Do you understand?”

Aeor nods. It’s all he can do.

“Good.” Jamie climbs off him, stands there with his hands on his hips. “Be a good boy and do as I say.”

Aeor stands mechanically. He pauses to gather his clothes off the floor, and – still naked – shuffles his way towards his and Thomas’ and Martha’s bedroom, and more importantly, their ensuite.

Jamie watches him go with a wicked grin and the satisfaction of a job well done.

#hypnosis #hypnofic #hypnokink #nsft #brainwashing #dj writes #dj's OCs #OC fic #hypnok1nk #im very mentally ill about these guys #feel free to ask more if you want #and if you recognise where aeor's name is from. im so sorry. ii can explain.

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