#shit like this is why Q makes me just wanna Scream like... why the fuck are you like thiiiiiiiis AAAAAAAH

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

The rain soaked Tommy, and it felt as if it had gone past his skin and the cold wetness eked it’s way into his very bones and nervous system as he shivered.

The sky was dark and empty, no stars and a sliver of moon. It wasn’t a pretty sight, as dull and static as Tommy felt. Merely a black, endless void.

He chuckled quietly to himself, the sound lacking in humour. Fitting that sky would be the last thing he’d ever see. Well, that and the neon lights in gaudy colours, burning at his eyes, and the faint playing of muffled music from the casino, but he’d wanted his last sight to be of the stars.

Fitting that he couldn’t even be allowed that luxury.

With shaking hands, he nudged himself closer to the edge of the observation deck, legs hanging off the edge with just the pull of gravity ready to send him tumbling. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and let go.

And with a sudden tug, he was dragged back onto the tower by his hood.

He screamed, images forming in his mind of white masks and axes. He knew he wasn’t allowed to die, he wasn’t, he was going to be in so much trouble, it was stupid of him to even try and take that agency, so stupid, he'd broken out already and Tommy needed to accept that he was just a fucking plaything, and-

“Tommy?” Oh. Quackity. Her voice, unsteady and exhausted sounding, brought him back to reality as she let out a string of Spanish profanities under her breath.

Tommy mumbled some incomprehensible mess of syllables under his breath, only to be distracted when he was pulled into a tight hug. He could feel half-soaked lace, and realised Big Q was probably still in her pyjamas. His face flushed red in shame. That was all he could do, fucking ruin everything.

“Why are you up here all alone, especially in the rain?” Quackity's voice was weirdly soft, and Tommy got the vague sickness in his chest being treated like a child gave him. “I'd- I'd thought-“

“I was going to kill myself.” The words came out emotionlessly, numbly. “The fuck did you think I’d be doing?”

“I don’t know! I thought he'd got you!”

“Well, maybe I wish he would!” Tommy shouted, before covering his mouth in shock. “I- I mean-“

Instintively, Quackity shrunk away from him, curling up. The confident facade of maturity vanished, replaced with a familiar, primal fear, for just a second. “I… is it that bad? Staying here? I just wanted to keep you safe, after that- after he-“

“I just. I don’t like being treated like I’m made of glass. I guess.” Tommy looked at the concrete. “I mean, Dream would treat me like a fuckin' little kid, but he at least didn’t treat me like I was some fucking precious china that'd break if you looked at it wrong. ‘Course, that was because he preferred to beat the shit out of me, but… honestly? I just- I really just wanna be treated like a person. And- Big Q, you’re almost like a sister, right? I mean, you've got that thing goin' on with Wil-“

“What thing? The only “things” Wilbur has ever done are invent new methods of abandoning people without a second thought.” Quackity seethed.

“I mean, y’know, but like- it’s like, I mean, you basically are like an older sister, right? And you’ve always been, ‘cept for when you weren’t a girl yet.” Tommy furrowed his brow. “Though, I mean you were a girl, we just didn’t know it I guess? Anyway, I mean. I just. When I left that bunker, when Tubbo- well, he’s busy now, but- fuck, I just thought, you knew what he was like. And you wouldn’t- you’d understand, and you’d treat me like a human being if I hid here.”

Quackity looked at her hands for a long, long time. “I'm… I'm using the people I love again, aren’t I? I'd thought…”

“You’re not using me, you’re just being a prick. You haven’t made me do anything.”

“I don’t mean, like, fucking making you work the casino or whatever, God no. I’ve got employees to underpay.” The crooked grin she gave after that made Tommy unsure whether she was joking or not. “But… fuck. I’ve been using you to make myself feel like a better person. Like I’d- I'd-“

“It’s fine, big woman.”

“It's not! Like, Tommy, man, you tried to kill yourself! You shouldn’t be the one consoling me, that’s fucked up. That’s- I- I-“

“It’s fine. It’s not like I’m gonna ever get to die properly anyway.” The words came out much more bitter than he meant it to.

They sat there in silence, neither managing to soothe the other after all.

#wow so sad the dsmp never got a finale i wonder happened after tubbo found out Tommy was in that bunker #gee ain’t it sad we'll never know #Anyway transfemme c!q moment #my writing #c!tommy #c!quackity #attempted suicide tw #abuse tw

[leelahsrose]

HONEY | L.M. & K.G.

chapter eight.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨—𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨."

-Sza, Circa 2023

THE TAYLOR RESIDENCE

the story of

DETROIT

khaleesi

FUTURE

and ace.

CHAPTER TWO.

If you told me a year ago that I would have two beautiful kids with the most notorious dealers in Detroit I'd tell you you're lying. Kamari I would believe but Ace, not so much. Mari is chill, calm and calculated with his moves—very strategic might I add. Shy, but very emotionally intelligent. Ace, a wildcard and—well, do I even need to say much he's a fire sign. That night in the diner was considered iconic, memorable even.

It triggered the beef between Mari and my brother even more, Ace and Q were allies and it only made things worse. Little did I know, the man I met that night would be someone I'd come to love for the next couple of months—a love that grew so much we created a baby girl, Alari.

•••

Kamari had not talked to Khaleesi since last night, she kept watching the clock—bored with each passing second. She was concerned, was he okay? Things got hectic, his friends dropped her off with no words—just silence. She takes another bite of her oats and chews them slowly, she just wants to be in his presence. Khaleesi hears her phone ring and jumps, she drops her spoon ignoring the loud clattering of the glass.

"Unknown caller?" She furrows her eyebrows and answers out of curiosity.

"Hello?"

"Leesi." The man's voice from last night vibrating through her ear, her mouth slightly open as she's lost on what to do. "I know you on the other side."

"How did you get my shit?"

"Calm down with all that, I just wanna talk."

"About?"

"Your brother know you fucking enemies?" She heard his footsteps walking, pacing back and forth—Khaleesi's heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.

"I'll fucking kill you if you-"

"What I say?" Khaleesi scoffs and hangs up on him out of impulse. She breathes heavily watching as he calls back, her finger pressing on the green button.

"Nigga, fuck you." Khaleesi says as quietly as she can.

"I don't think you'd be doing all that talking if we got to know each other for real. Outside, 5 minutes."

"No."

"I'll come in this bitch and get you personally." Khaleesi leans her head back looking toward the doorway, she speed walks over to the foyer—her bare feet patting against the tile. She opens the door and he leans on the entrance, that same cheeky smile on his face. "What's up?" A cut going across his cheek, she eyes it making him touch it gently. "Don't worry, I'm good."

"I don't care, are you insane?"

"Are you impressed?"

"Ayo!" Q Taylor shouts from behind him, pulling up in an all black G-wagon. Music coming from his car and echoing into the atmosphere, he takes a swisher from out of his mouth. "Ace, bruh, suppliers not coming in till later. Ma dukes making dinner, 2K on the TV. Lil sis, what's up? Why you standing in the door, goofy."

He smashes Khaleesi's hair and she sighs out of irritation hitting him in his arm, he bucks at her and she pushes her finger back against his forehead. Ace laughs at the two and she glares at him quickly while fixing her hair. "I'm going to my room, don't be obnoxious. Bitch ass niggas." Khaleesi screams as she walks up the stairs, they look back at her.

"Aye." They say in unison, she stomps her way to her room—slamming the door behind her. She had came back down an hour later, all dressed up and smelling like a field of fresh flowers. Her hair curled to perfection and parted in the middle—her heels clacking on the stone stairs.

"Where you going?" Ace stands in front of the island making him a sandwich, he squeezes a generous amount of mustard on the bread.

"None of your business."

"Hope it's not with that traitor ass nigga." His voice increasing on the certain word, she widens her eyes then looks around the living room quickly—Q nowhere to be found. "He's not here." Khaleesi crosses her legs and flicks her hair out of her face, he takes a bite of his sandwich then nods his head.

"What do you want?"

"I don't want nothing from you, love."

"Then what? You're just going to hang this over my head?"

"Why you so uptight with me? That shit gotta stop."

"Excuse me?" Khaleesi sees him shaking his head, chuckling. "You're impossible!" She walks toward the door, hearing his footsteps—rolling her eyes. "Nigga, I swear to god if you grab me!" He places his hand on her shoulder, Leesi turns around slapping him on the cheek. He pushes her back onto the door, Khaleesi exhaling deeply while coming face-to-face with him.

"There you go, you calm?"

"Very much so."

"Mhm."

"Move." He looks her up and down then backs away, Khaleesi eyes him while turning around.

"My bad, I'll give you your space."

"Yea, do that."

"Do me a favor, before you leave? Ask Kamari about his plan to kill your brother and you."

"What?" Khaleesi's eyebrows crease as she turns around completely, staring at him dumbfounded. "He would never."

"No, I would never lie to you."

"You tweaking."

"Me? Shawty, your man is planning on killing you and you talking about me?" He scowls and strolls back to the kitchen, taking ahold of his sandwich and biting into it for the second time—the crunch of the potato chips on the bread irritating Khaleesi even more. "I'm tryna save you."

"I'll ask him myself." He looks up at her, putting his sandwich down then shifting back and forth on his feet—standing still. "He wouldn't do this, you're a fucking liar."

"Be mad at me all you want, I'm not letting you go over there, forget it." The shining golds on his selected teeth peek out at her when she glances in his direction—making sure she had enough time, Khaleesi opens the door leaving swiftly.

"Khaleesi! Yo." She races to her car in her heels, chuckling—she didn't look back once. "You better not get in that damn car." Leesi climbs in and slams her door, she locks the vehicle then sticks her tongue out at him. "I swear on everything! You stubborn as hell." He pulls on the handle then kicks the door, Khaleesi holds up her middle finger. "Mhm, keep that same energy when I get ahold of ya ass."

She pulls off turning up the music on the radio, Khaleesi sits back and shakes her hair from her face. What he said about Kamari sticks to her mind, he wouldn't—would he? Khaleesi had already been through this with Kali, hearing it again had to mean it was true. And who did this man think he was? She thinks rather loudly, his cologne still lingering around her nostrils. The way he handled her though? She scrunches up her nose then shakes her head, she doesn't want to think too deeply on it.

•••

"𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩."

-Tink, Circa 2024

She knew this was going to be hard, Khaleesi didn't want to just come out asking about the elephant on her mind. She hears the rambunctious music on the other side of the door, looking down the dim hallway once again before knocking. She shifts back and forth on her feet, fumbling with her fingers. When he takes longer than expected she begins to get nervous, emotional even.

Khaleesi bangs on the door now, she sighs stepping back for a second. "Mari!"

It opens and Kamari comes out, he jerks Khaleesi in and she gasps. "How the hell you get here?" She wraps her arms around his neck, throwing all of her weight on him—he hugs her back tightly. "Baby, what's wrong? Who messed with you?" Khaleesi leans back, tears streaming down her face. Kamari grabs her waist then glances over at the men in the living room, looks of concern on their faces.

She concealed hers into his shoulder as Kofi walks over, Kamari looks at him then walks the both of them past the living room and down the corridor. They go into the bedroom and Khaleesi takes a seat on the bed, she swipes at her tears—preventing the rest from sliding down. The diamonds on her long nails shimmering under the LED lights, Kamari walks up to her—placing his hand on her cheek. "What happened?"

"Someone," Khaleesi clears her throat then tried her best to look up at him, her eyes landing on Kamari after a few seconds, "they told me you want to kill Q and m-me."

"Whose this someone?"

"That's not the point, Kamari."

"It's the main damn point, what are we talking about right now?" Khaleesi stands up making him back up a little, she presses on his chest when he wouldn't move out of the way. "Khaleesi."

"I don't want to do this with all the yelling and cussing."

"Do what? What are we doing? Hm?" He gets in her face, she stares up at him—their lips grazing. He leans down just an inch, kissing her—Khaleesi moans then places her arms around his neck once again. He bends down to pick her up—just to lay her on the bed, he pulls her dress up then tugs her underwear off.

She sits up watching his tongue attack her clit, her back feeling weak as she falls back onto the mattress—Khaleesi whimpers bringing her hands over her breast. "Oh shit, baby." She pushes him and he smiles at her kissing her deeply, his teeth biting down gently on her bottom lip. "We have to stop... Mari."

"You want me to stop? Is that what you want me to do?" He says, while going back down in between her thighs, Khaleesi breathes softly preparing to feel him on her again. His tongue flicks onto her clit, she gasps—her hand holding on to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips. "You don't want me to stop for real."

"Mari, oh my- fuck yes." She cries as the pressure between her hips causes her vision to cloud. He kisses her clit one more time before standing up and pulling her closer to him. "We can't, we can't we have to talk." Khaleesi exhales, her chest heaving up and down as she presses a kiss on his lips. "Mari, I love you."

"I love you."

"Then tell me the truth, please." He looks at her, his hands relaxing on her waist.

"There was a plan- Khaleesi listen, we only had it just in case anything went left when I met you." She shakes her head, shoving her body against his—she pushes him harder this time and with her hands. "Leesi."

"You planned this whole thing? You were using me to get back at Q."

"No, fuck no it's not like that."

"Then what's it like? I trusted you."

"No, Khaleesi listen, please." She stands up getting away from him swiftly, her hands moving him. "I'm not going nowhere, so fuck that shit."

"I don't want to talk to you, we're done, Mari."

"The fuck? No the hell we not." Khaleesi turns toward him and crosses her arms over her chest, she pulls her dress down then grabs her purse off the bed. "Let's finish talking."

"No, I want to leave," Kamari clenches his jaw and watches as Khaleesi fixes her hair. They stood on the opposite sides of the room, he wants to be close to her but she wasn't allowing it—her walls shooting up in an instant.

"I don't know what the hell you did in your last shit but you ain't running from this, we not done talking and we not done." He walks over to her and she steps back, turning her head away from him. "Don't be like that."

"You have five minutes."

"We had a plan just in case things went left and clearly they didn't. Yes, I planned the meet up at the gas station but you already knew I was crazy, Khaleesi. We thought you might be on Q's side but clearly you stand by yourself and I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry, you can be mad at me as long as you want but we not breaking up."

"I have to think."

"Okay, then think here."

"No, Mari. I just need to be away from you. I can't trust you, not right now."

"I don't wanna be away from you." She could feel his intense stare on her, Khaleesi breaks away and opens the bedroom door. She walks out quickly, tears threatening to fall down her face once again. Kofi walks up and holds his hands up, she shakes her head and leaves. "Nigga, you just let her go?" Kamari runs out into the hallway, his friend looking confused.

"I don't know what's going on, nigga!" He catches up to her, grabbing onto her hand.

"Leesi, please." Kamari pulls her in, she hits him against his chest and he grunts reaching for her once again.

"Leave me alone!"

"No, you not leaving here till we on good terms. I gotta know you coming back to me. Fuck, Leesi just stay." She glares at him pulling her hand away from him. "We don't gotta touch, look at each other, none of that I just want you here." She wanted to give in so badly, the way he was looking at her was filled with nothing but love and admiration.

"I wanna leave, Mari."

"Okay, okay. Just promise me, you'll call me when you get home." His hand holding on to her wrist softly, he looks at her for several seconds. "Let me take you home."

"No, I want someone else too." She couldn't even look at him, she could feel the disapproval radiating off his body.

"Okay... Khaleesi, I love you."

"I know."

•••

Kofi had dropped Khaleesi back off at her car then followed her on the way, he didn't go far into the neighborhood—just close enough to make sure she made it. She parks her

Altima and collapses onto the steering wheel, Khaleesi feels tears pricking at her eyes and groans out of frustration. "Not right now." Her voice soft and breaking with each second, Khaleesi gets out and treads toward the house.

She walks inside then furrows her eyebrows when she steps into a cloud of smoke—yelling coming from the living room.  She coughs and shoos the smell away from her nose—Khaleesi glances toward the kitchen seeing Ace, Q, and his friends around the island smoking and watching a fight on the small television diagonal from the microwave. "Why tonight?"

"Afternoon, Leesi." She gestures at the men standing near the door with AK's around their bodies, her hands rubbing her eyes out of exhaustion. Coming home to her brothers obnoxious meetups was nothing new, in fact, it happened almost every night when she was in high school.

Ace spots Khaleesi and subtly eyes her, she drags her body upstairs—fantasizing about laying in her bed and crashing for the night. She barges into her room and falls on the soft sheets, Leesi screams into the comforter then sighs heavily when she realizes that that didn't solve anything. She hears a knock on her door and sits up quickly, Ace standing at the entrance.

"I heard you scream, trouble in paradise?"

"Yo, get the fuck out my room!" She yells and grabs a pillow throwing it at his face. Khaleesi stomps up to him then without thinking, swings her arm back and punches him right on the cheek. His head moving carelessly to the right, she steps back her mind racing.

Her hands clasped over her mouth out of shock, Ace moves his jaw to the left—then to the right. He moves toward her and she backs up gradually, one foot behind the other.

The silence in the room so deafening it was suffocating, her hair falling over her face for the thousandth time today. Ace leans down kissing her, their lips smacking against one another. Leesi moans under her breath, her body wanting his touch.

They pull away, their breathing now the only audible thing in the room—her eyelids slowly falling on his face. He was getting excited and she could tell, glancing down at the print outlining his sweats. "What you tryna do?"

His voice low and seductive-like, he leans forward to kiss her again—she lifts up and he pulls back before his lips could hit hers. They kiss once again, Khaleesi could feel her body getting feeble—her hand laying on his cheek as he takes off his jacket. Her palms sliding down the multiple tattoos etched in his skin, he lets it drop to the floor then pulls her body closer to him by her shirt. She gasps feeling his hand grab ahold of her neck, Khaleesi whimpers—the kiss becoming deeper.

"Ace." She begs and he pulls away smiling against her lips.

"Shut the fuck up."  He pushes her against the dresser, everything was moving so fast she couldn't keep up. "You wanna hit me, now you wanna say my name? I'm confused." Her hands gripping on his wrist as he stares down at her, the tension between them was dense. Her panties soaking by now, he squeezes the sides of her neck causing Khaleesi to kiss him suddenly once again.

He pulls her away, only to pick her up into his arms and place her on the dresser. "You want me all in that pussy, don't you?" His raspy voice vibrating against her mouth, Khaleesi moans—a sharp gasp coming from her lips when she feels his fingers massage onto her clit. Her eyes slightly rolling into the back of her head, he hums in agreement—loving the way she looks in this moment. "Wet ass pussy, fuck."

"Fuck, Ace." She says as quietly as she could, the bedroom door still open. Their lips meeting once again, his tongue slipping into her mouth—a moan going into his.

"Say my name like that again and I'mma turn you the fuck out." He says, softly—breaking away, his fingers coming out from between her thighs. Ace grins, moving from her completely—he picks up his jacket. His teeth biting on the corner of his bottom lip as he looks at Khaleesi's embarrassed figure. "We good?" She stands up straight, straightening her dress hurriedly.

"Yes, sorry. For hitting you, I mean."

"No worries, a nigga got studying to do—give me your phone." Her eyes dart across the room searching for it, she spots it then unlocks the device seeing that Kamari had called her several times. "Hubby call?" She gasps when she realizes he was right in front of her, his hand held out.

"Don't accidentally hit his contact."

"I got this." She watches him carefully as he punches a few keys on the board, Khaleesi peeks over at the screen watching him. She glances up at Ace and he leans down placing a tender kiss on her lips. "Block him." He hands her the phone back, their eyes on one another.  "I'mma hit you up, stay away from that nigga." His voice was earnest, Khaleesi nods her head hesitantly as he walks out of the bedroom.

She relaxes against the dresser, her body tense. Her fingers playing with the bottom of her dress randomly, she didn't know what to do with herself. "What the fuck just happened?" Khaleesi's head switches over to the door, Kali stands there her face filled with confusion. "Girl, are you talking to Ace? What about Kamari?"

Khaleesi rolls her eyes and rushes her sister out of her room quickly, Kali yells trying to keep the door open. "Leesi!"

"I'll tell you later, I need to meditate!" She shuts it completely.

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#blackgirlsarelit #black!reader #lil meech

[nutria--oscura]

just finished the ep

q: what the fuck just happened?

~spoilers for s2 ep36~

title and description are terrifying me

initiative??? immediately???

'are bullets entering lincoln?' - matt arnold 2023

terryyyyyy, w-what do you have on you?

'hubby' 'babe'x2

is that marching band music when normal heals himself? why am i not suprised?

TERRYYYYYYY

'it's hermie's turn, and hermie is going to sulk' no-

TERRI DOESN'T REMEMBER TJ- I KNOW WE WERE ALL EXPECTING IT BUT LIKE- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

a flower in a gun as gentle as possible? ok?

OH SHITE LINC GOT SHOT

'you stuck me behind those prison bars with nothing but a gun' i need to use this now, one way or another i need to use it

'it's normal and all the other ones!'

TERRI NOOOOOOO

WILLY YOU ************* *** ***** *** ******-

WAIT COLLARS ON 'US' SO ALL THE DADS HAVE COLLARS

'there's a spell called magic?' 'dispel magic'

JPL=just penis losers

'actually i have the best dad and he's not he-around' 'someday my dad's gonna come to a game, and he's gonna see hoe great i am' bestie, noooo

terry's 'oh no' is killing me

HERMIE NO WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??? i mean i know why but like WHYYY

normalllllll

hermieeeee

oakworthyyyyy (+ linc? again with the thruple thing boi?)

NO THE BLACK PARADE

NO NO NO

'i'm going to roll, look at the thing i'm looking at' - me every time i try to look at something without my glasses

'goths are pretty small'

me 🤝 taylor: wearing clothing cause they're fucking cool even tho the temperature and activities are absolutely gonna murder us

'it's a width issue not a length issue' ok sir-

the parade is looking for scary? OH NO THEY'RE LOOKING FOR SCARY

taylor... wha-? ohhhh ok

'find ammo my man' really is doing a lot of work

TJ ASKING FOR A HUG AND TERRI GIVING IT TO HIM OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO

hermie- i know what you're about to- and he's done it

'LIKE ITSY BITSY SPIDER?!' 'like itsy bitsy spider!'

'don't say it too mean tho, cause it will hurt my feelings' awhh- 'you can say it to me nothing hurts my feelings anymore' linc are you ok? (ans: no, sherlock, no)

'ok babe' 'yea babe' these 2 man

oh yeah the black parade is still there

NO THE TAPE MEASURE NOO- WAIT IS THE SCARY TJ SEES ACTUALLY HERMIE AS SCARY- SHIT

'hey boys~'

do a flip! *taylor flips* hell yeah! *taylor fucks up* oh no!

parachute train! parachute caterpillar!

the poem? 'makes me wanna scream or go insane' well do i have news for you!

YES WILL! REMEMBERING TJ

TJ NOOOOO-

GERARD IS THE LEADER?! whay am i surprised?

oh no- oh no no no no no no no n o n o n o

TJ NO- OH NO- NO

'it's been a really long time since anyone's said that they're proud of me' bestie are you o- (ans: you already know, why are you asking?)

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO TJ NO-

FUCK ME HOLY SHIT NO NO NO NO NO N

A BULLET?!?!

SNIPER? GRANT???

GRANT NOOOO-

GRANT SCREAMING IN PAIN- SHIT-

once again:

Therapy for all

#the outro is so upbeat in comparison to what just fucking happened #y'all im full on crying rn #holy shit #what the fuck just happened? #lincoln li wilson #normal oak #taylor swift (not that one) #scary marlowe #theresa marlowe #terri marlowe #terry jr stampler #grant wilson #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #screaming crying sobbing #whispers of the raine

[ateezyuri]

a to z with . . . yuri !

a is for ... “ATINY are the prettiest and most loveliest people in the world...i love you more than my cats!”

b is for ... “BITCH, you better be joking.” “never quote euphoria again.”

c is for ... “CATS are forever superior. i don’t care if leo keeps knocking your stuff down! he does it to show his love! hONGJOONG DO NOT THREATEN MY CHILD!”

d is for ... “DUDE — i am just trying to summon good vibes, i am NOT trying to hex wooyoung...why would you say that?”

e is for ... “ENOUGH of this madness!! if i hear the ponytail song ONE more time, i will rip someone’s head off.”

f is for ... “FRIENDS who really love you will deal with you even if you are being the most annoying or most overdramatic person ever. ateez deals with me all the time — so i think that they are my best friends.”

g is for ... “GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! will you PLEASE stop trying to manhandle me? LET ME WIN PLEASE, WHEN HAVE I EVER WRONGED YOU?”

h is for ... “HONGJOONG said i wasn’t allowed to attempt to murder my members...but hongjoong isn’t here so you better choose your last words wisely!”

i is for ... “I’M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR, AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM THE BAR, SAID ‘I’M FINE’ BUT IT WASNT TRUE — I DONT WANNA KEEP SECERTS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUSTER TO SEAL MY FATE — AND I SCREAMED FOR WHATEVER IT’S WORTH — I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOUVE EVER HEARD?”

j is for ... “JOKES on you, i already cry myself to sleep every night — so your comment didnt mean shit to me!”

k is for ... “KILLING eve is one of the best t.v series ever. i would let eve and villanelle run me over and call it a day.” “YURI?!?” “I WAS JOKING!”

l is for ... “LETS be honest...i AM the hottest person in the room right now.”

m is for ... “MINT chocolate chip icecream is for hot people only — if you don’t like it then...sucks to suck i guess.”

n is for ... “NEVER thought i would say this...but wooyoung is right, for once.”

o is for ... “ORIGINALLY, i was going to tell jongho i loved him. but now it’s time to unlock phase two — blackmail him.” “YURI NO—"

p is for ... “PAIN. all i feel is pain.”

q is for ... “QUICK! spit in yunho’s drink! i’m not doing it — you can face his wrath, and if he asks, i had nothing to do with this.”

r is for ... “RESPECTFULLY fuck off if you dont like taylor swift, this is NOT a safe spot for taylor swift haters. end of discussion.”

s is for ... “SANNIE is just like a little kitten, he’ll come up to me, lean his head down and ask for head pets. somedays i just want to put him in a chokehold and give him all the loves.” “you mean a hug?” “yeah that too.”

t is for ... “TEEZERS? are you calling us teezers because we always spoil?” “you mean YOU always spoil?” “....what makes you say that?”

u is for ... “UNTIL you give me a valid reason on why i should not self sabotage tonight — i am going to do it. and telling me my therapist wouldnt be proud is NOT going to do it.”

v is for ... “VERY bold of you to assume i know how to do basic math — i got held back a year for a reason.”

w is for ... “WHENEVER i think i have it bad (living with boys), i remember others have it worse.” “who?” “lottie.”

x is for ... “XOXO, a mentally ill bitch.”

y is for ... “YUQI is my favorite person in the world, she’s my girl — she’s my best friend! i love her so so so much, i don’t know what i’d do without her.”

z is for ... “ZOOM in on hongjoong, doesn’t he look so cute right now?” “do you have a death wish?” “i’m not scared of no man, especially not joongje, LOOK HOW SOFT HE LOOKS!”

tags: @chaerincore @atzaria @softieteez @ateezjuliet @lunarxsun @m00niesk7 @filmyoongs @shinyddeonghwa

#ㅤ 𖤐 ʾ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ TWISTING MY STARS INTO SHADOWS ⠀ ╲ ⠀ MISC⠀ ‧ #aesocnet #mochiocnet #deluxeocnet #kpop oc #ateez added member #ateez female oc #ateez oc member #ateez extra member #ateez ninth member #ateez female member #ateez addition #ateez female addition #ateez 9th member #ateez blurbs #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop extra member

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

Top 5 Star Trek moments that made Ruby want to Die (i’m keeping my gushing in the tags but sweet jesus 😳😳😳)

#WHY DID HE FUCKING DO THAAAAT #the audio isnt even that important i just NEED yall to see how fucking bad he is with personal space like sweet FUCK WHY #THIS WAS A COMPLETELY NORMAL CONVERSATION IN THE CONTEXT OF THE EPISODE AND THEN HE JUST. PULLS THIS SHIT AAAAAH #like omg he really does have no sense of boundaries if he just does this for NO REASON other than to try and get the upper hand jfc #...... what no im definitely not wishing that that was me he was doing that to hahahahaha SHUT UP 😳 #shit like this is why Q makes me just wanna Scream like... why the fuck are you like thiiiiiiiis AAAAAAAH #ruby rambles #✨ #suggestive #maybe??? there's not even anything happening Q is just being a FUCKING PRICK as usual grrrrrr

[teddy06writes]

I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

~~

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 

“Oh there's still time for that.”

~~

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 

“Foosball?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 

~~

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’” 

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 

“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 

“What the fuck is a red eye?” 

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 

“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 

~~

Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 

~~

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 

~~

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you. 

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

~~

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

~~

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

~~

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

~~

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

~~

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

~~

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

#mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs imagines #sapnap x reader #teddy06 writes #quackity x reader #Quackity imagines #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #sapnap x quackity x karl x reader #poly

[celestewritesstuff]

awesome! and i was thinking just soft Q friends to lovers type beat. you can put your creative aspect to it ! thank you so much :)

Know You

ITS DONE

ITS FINISHED

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX TAUNTING ME FOR TOOO LONGGGG

Contains: a smooch but that’s be the only thing worth mentioning.

SFW Below! Minors, please still DNI with this post! I have anonymous enabled for my inbox, so please if you really like it that much just drop a “that fic was cool” and DNI with ANYTHING ELSE

a lot of people know quackity, but know is a very broad term. Know could be “know of” or know on a deep personal level. You counted yourself as kinda in between; Quackity and you went back and you really enjoyed your friendship with him. Even on those days when you were quietly just sitting on his bed as he screamed at someone far away through a mic, he would glance over at you every now and then, to give you a little wink or something. Little things so you knew he still wanted you there with him. He was just such a good person to you.

Farther into both of your lives, as you both grew older, you knew this wouldn’t be much of a friendship much longer if you had your way. The past few months, upon you and him hanging out more often outdoors, romantic feelings for him crept in. You tried to fight it at first, really. But honestly speaking? Quackity was the nicest guy you’d ever met. You knew he’d be a good partner for anyone who was interested in him but you didn’t think that he’d be in your sights. But here you were, one early night stroll along the boardwalk. Hotel lights’ reflections glinted in the water’s reflection as you both chatted about random whatnot. The night was young; the sun’s final rays only recently left.

“Do you want me to explain it to you again, (y/n)? There wasn’t much this time; just some scripted scenes. It’s not as good as what I have planned next,” Quackity spoke. The conversation turned to one of his more proud accomplishments, his lore streams. He knew the acting and such was more than other people’s lore, but he likes to go above and beyond.

“Wait, what do you have planned for next time? You haven’t told me that yet!”

“Nooo,” He chucked, “You’re gonna have to wait like everyone else, this is gonna be the best one yet!“

“What?? You just said you have a better one planned and you won’t even tell me what it’s plan is? I’ve been scammed!" You feigned offense, lightly punching him in the shoulder.

“But i wanna see your reaction when it comes out! You know i value your opinion more thank anyone else’s,”

“Wellll if you value my opinion more, why can’t i see it first so if it fucking sucks i’ll tell you? I’ll be brutally honest, too if you want,”

“No no no no no,” He said in his teasing, high pitched voice. “You’re going to have to wait like everyone else, I already know it’s perfect,”

“Ahh, whatever, you’re impossible!”

“Tell you what.” He though out loud, “I’ll tell you about the entire stream i have planned if you… try to tell me one thing i don’t know about you,”

“And it has to be something i actually don’t know, too! Not just some random stupid fact i already know,” He stuttered quickly. Was he trying to get something out of you?

“Shit, that’s a hard one… uhhm…”

You knew exactly what you could say. Even so, he’d been making you nervous all evening, it’s almost like he was taunting you. But reason filled your brain and you didn’t speak what you really knew he didn’t know.

“I don’t think there is anything…” You finally responded.

“Surely there is! We don’t know each other that well!” He playfully retorted.

What if I want to know you that well? You thought.

“Wh-what?”

”Did I say something?” You panicked.

”Uh, yeah? You said you wanted to know me ’that well’?”

”Shit did I?? Sorry I don’t know why I did I just-”

“-Do you really mean that?”

There was a pause in the conversation as you contemplated which path you wanted to take. What if he felt the same way? What would happen?

“I mean… yeah, yeah i kinda do…” Now you were fully prepared to face rejection; there was no way he actually wanted to be with you.

“I… I feel the same way, I didn’t think you’d admit to being into me, not ever, (y/n)!”

“Wait, why wouldn’t I be into you? What’s there not to like, Quackity? You’re the nicest guy i’ve ever met,”

“I… Wow, thanks (y/n). You’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met too. And I mean that.” He stepped closer to you, and took your hands in his.

“Can i kiss you, please?”

Your heart fluttered, happily this time, as you nodded and leaned in. You were definitely going to know him on a deep, personal level in the future.

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that last line sounded real sus i meant nothing by that i pwomise

#quackity x reader #quackity x reader sfw #quackity sfw #dsmp sfw #mcyt sfw #dsmp x reader sfw #mcyt x reader sfw #e mads fluff #e mads fluff is an unofficial tag btw i just made it up

[winged-deity]

Can you do a Wilbur x quackity’s sibling? Like they accompany quackity on a stream or something or he’s trying to teach them Minecraft and Wilbur comes in they become sort of chaotic??

Thank you for the request, i hope this is to your liking :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Quackity! Sibling x Wilbur Soot

Warnings: ! None!

Big Brothers Friend🌱

Your older brother Quackity had suggested you join him on his stream while he's hanging out in the dream smp, he offered to give you a tour of the smp and teach you some basics of minecraft, considering you haven't played the game much at all.

So you wait out of frame for him to greet his stream, and after that he pulls you and an extra chair next to him.

"Hey chat! I want you guys to meet this little shit!" He pats your head affectionately, while trying to hold his laugh as you shoot him a glare.

"Alright alright- this is my little sibling, who doesn't know jack shit about minecraft! So now we get to bully them live while they learn how to play the game!" He exclaims loudly, still trying to stifle his laughs.

He opens up minecraft and logs into the server, then moves over to let you reach the keyboard, you spent a good ten minutes just walking around the smp as he teaches you how to play the game.

But then as you're building yourself a little house in Las Nevadas, you hear a faint voice from your big brother's headphones.

You could faintly make out someone saying "Quackity why didn't you tell me you had a sibling?" and "can i talk to them?" You brushed it off since the questions weren't directed at you, and just waited patiently to see if your brother would let you talk to this mystery person.

"What the fuck Wilbur- why do you want to talk to them,, fucking creep-" He huffs, obviously joking. From the way Alex was talking you could tell him and this Wilbur person we're friends.

Then after a few seconds he turns to you "Hey, Hermana. Wanna talk to Wilbur Soot?" He grins, briefly glancing at chat to see them spamming "creepbur" quoting Alex's prior comment.

You nod shyly, you now realized who you were gonna talk to, you didn't know Wilbur Soot very well, nor did you watch his content, but you've seen him in your brothers streams before, yet you were a little bit nervous to meet the man yourself.

Quackity handed you the headphones as you carefully placed them on your head, as you continued to build your house, waiting for Wilbur to say something first- and soon enough, you heard "Hello?" from the other end of the call, you smiled slightly.

"Hello Wilbur Soot" you said in a joking manner, as you heard him chuckle quietly.

"i had no idea Quackity had a sibling" he ponders outloud, probably waiting for you to introduce yourself.

"yeah, this is my first time on stream since im kind of nervous to be on camera" you giggled softly "i do sometimes bring Alex food and water while he's live, but I've always stayed out of frame"

"understandable- so.." his voice wanders off for a moment, before he laughs nervously "what's your name? I was gonna introduce myself but seems like you already know my name"

You smile to yourself at his awkwardness "My name is y/n, I've seen you on Alex's streams a few times but i can't say i really know you mr. Soot" you giggle, as he joins in with a light chuckle.

"i hope you haven't gotten a terrible impression of me" he hums, and you can hear typing from the other end of the call.

"not at all, quite the opposite actually. Your energy is quite immaculate Mr. Soot" you proclaim in a way too dramatic tone before bursting into a fit of giggles, while your brother stares at you like you were crazy.

You immediately heard Wilburs iconic laugh from the other side, before he responds "im glad my energy is to your liking Mx. y/n" he says, copying your dramatic tone as you try to calm yourself from the fit of giggles.

After you two finally calmed down, he joined you on the dream smp and showed you around while talking about the whole roleplay thing the server had going on, but that wholesome bonding moment quickly turned south when the one and only Tommyinnit logged on and you and Wilbur decided that it was the perfect time to prank the poor child.

So wilbur prepares both of you with a handful of invis pots as you drink them and start annoying the child, soon enough Tommy joins the discord call, screaming profanities at mostly Wilbur before realizing you indeed aren't Big Q, and he screams before leaving the call. Leaving you and Wilbur struggling for breath in your laughter.

Soon enough it was time to end stream, so Quackity took the headphones from you not before Wilbur started protesting on the other end though, you giggled to yourself as you heard the brit furiously asking your older brother for your discord, or number or anything.

"Yo are you trying to hit on my little sibling? Kinda weirdchamp Wilbur" Quackity huffs loudly, before Wilbur says something too quiet for you ti hear which causes your brother to start cursing him out in Spanish, as you fall to the floor, clutching your stomach from all the laughing.

Eventually you end up giving Wilbur your discord as you decide to head back to your room for the night, and let Alex wrap everything else up in the streaming room, just as you are about to head to bed, you hear a small ding come from your phone, and as you pick it up, you can see a new discord notification.

"we should play together more often"

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I really hope you like this, im still a little clueless with writing as i am still just starting out. But you ask and you shall receive ──☆*:・ﾟ

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp ghostbur #mcyt fanfiction #minecraft #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbut soot #quackity #wilbur x reader #wilbur dream smp #revived wilbur #dsmp wilbur

[dr3amofagame]

I have seen a few fanfics with this premise, so now I wanna see your hands drabble with it. AU where everything is the same except nobody knows that Dream is actually the youngest member of the SMP at 14-15 years old. Bonus points, revived Wilbur figures it out and makes some plans for how to use this knowledge to his advantage.

ooh yeah !! this au is one of my favorites - it’s a really interesting examination on the mindset of different characters in the server, plus just fun for just Angst Purposes. this is a little messy but i hope you like it! 

tw: abuse, torture mentions, broken bones, branding mentions, trauma, emotional distress, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smoking, mental illness, panic attack, mentioned death, dark portrayals of ,, most of the server, prison arc/pandora’s vault 

“Hey. Thought I’d find you here.”

Wilbur turns at the familiar voice at his back, smiling.

“Dream,” he pulls him in to clap him on the back, ignoring the other’s full-body flinch at his movements. “How’ve you been, man?”

“Don’t pull that bullshit on me,” Dream’s words are biting, but he smiles as he says them - a small, bitter thing that stretches over his scarred skin. His new mask is pulled to the side of his face, exposing the dark bags beneath his grey-green eyes, the varied scars that fall over the bridge of his nose and under his jaw to trace down his neck below his collar. Wilbur watches him as he walks forward to stand by his side with a small spark of fascination, enhanced further when Dream’s eyes narrow at him. “What are you staring at?”

“Nothing- nothing,” Wilbur laughs. “They just really did quite a number on you, huh?”

Dream stiffens, then rolls his eyes. “Well, he did have seventy four days, or so I’ve been told,” he quips back, words dry. “Not that there was any keeping track in that hellhole.”

“Speak for yourself,” Wilbur smiles tightly, amusement coloring his words as the other scowls. “I kep track of my thirteen years quite well.”

“Whatever you say, old man,” Dream huffs. “You have a cigarette?”

“I almost feel bad, y’know. You’re kind of underage, man,” Wilbur feels his smile widen when Dream glares up at him, eyes glinting dangerously from behind his eyelashes. “I don’t know if I should.”

“I was younger when you gave me one the first time,” Dream retorts immediately, not bothering to hide his annoyance, sharp-edged and acidic. “And even younger when you drafted child soldiers to fight in a war for your own glory. Don’t make me laugh.”

“Ouch, really know how to hit a man where it hurts, don’t you?” Wilbur mimes pressing a hand to his heart like he’s been shot with one hand, the other fishing through his jacket pocket for his pack. Dream rolls his eyes again, but stretches a hand out for him to press a cigarette and a lighter in his palm.

“Learned from the best,” Dream drawls, going quiet as he focuses on holding the end in the flame and then pulling the lit cigarette to his lips. He chokes, as he always does, on the first drag, sputtering slightly as the smoke seizes in his chest like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit, and Wilbur watches the little flickering light at the end of the stick in his hand as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Surprised I can stand the sight of these things,” Dream says suddenly, quietly, as Wilbur pulls out one of his own to light. He looks up, meeting Wilbur’s quizzical look with a faraway one of his own. “Quackity was a fan of making me his personal ashtray.”

He reaches up towards his collar, pulling it away slightly to reveal a collection of puckered circular burn scars that dot the skin of his shoulder to trace to the edge of his collarbone. Wilbur hums in vague sympathy and acknowledgement, breathing in a drag of his cigarette slow and smooth and feeling the smoke fill his lungs.

“Guess it didn’t make the cut of torture methods bad enough to become a trigger,” he laughs, sharp, the bitter punctuation of a joke he’d realized would fall flat halfway through speaking and fidgets awkwardly with the cigarette in his hand as he looks off into the distance. “I should make a tierlist. It could be...useful.”

The words are empty - Dream wouldn’t be able to stomach torturing anyone and they both know it; Wilbur cocks his head to the side curiously, deciding to press the point anyway.

“Useful?” He takes a deliberately heavy drag, blowing the smoke out slowly from his lips and watching as Dream flinches away from it. “How so?”

Dream keeps looking stubbornly away, the only indication he’s heard at all being the way his lips press tighter together. Wilbur laughs softly.

“You mean with Big Q, don’t you?” Dream’s hand, which never seemed to stop trembling since he’d left Pandora, starts shaking harder, the smoke rising from the cigarette clutched tightly between his fingers making a jagged pattern in the air. “I won’t judge man! He tortured you for- what, 72 days?”

“74,” Dream’s shoulders rise to his ears, his head pitching forward as his arms wrap around his torso in a futile attempt to hold himself, “74 fucking days, and no one gave a single shit.”

Wilbur hums, encouraging, trying to tamp down his curiosity from making itself too obvious in his voice. Dream had been closed off for as long as Wilbur had known him, his walls only rising more after they’d pulled him out, half-starved, half-dead from the depths of the prison, newly revealed face startling young even deprived of the baby fat that would’ve otherwise lingered in its corners. For the other man to actually say something, to give more clues into his head than his usual one-word answers and bitter sarcasm - Wilbur settles in place, raising his cigarette to his lips once again. This will be interesting.

“I just-” Dream’s voice cracks, and he goes quiet, looking down at the cigarette in his hands like it’ll give him the answers he’s looking for. “I don’t understand. They’re all perfectly fine with throwing me in there and leaving me to rot, with letting Quackity come in every single day to make my life hell, but all of a sudden because I’m fifteen that changes? Because I’m a “child”? Because that makes them feel guilty?”

His grip tightens on his arm, breath seizing in his throat. “It doesn’t change a damn thing and they all know it. All of them were perfectly fine with watching me die, with sticking me in that hell, with letting Quackity- fucking-” his free hand reaches for the long tangles of his hair, the sandy locks peeking out from between his fingers, “He did- everything he could fucking think of, carved words on my goddamn back, broke every fucking bone in my body just because he could, branded his fucking NAME on me I-” he squeezes his eyes shut. “I screamed for them every single day. All seventy-fucking-four and I was still calling their names and-” Wilbur reaches towards him, watches as his head snaps away once again. “It didn’t fucking matter.”

“Dream-”

“None of it mattered. All that matters is that I’m a fucking child, that I’m fifteen fucking years old. Not that they stood by while I died twice with no means of defending myself! Not that they threw me in a fucking torture chamber! All that matters is how old I am and I fucking hate them!” He shouts, voice breaking and dissolving into a choked sob, and Wilbur watches quietly as Dream swallowed back his cries, shoulders shaking silently. “I- I hate them. All of them. At least Quackity still treats me like normal- the rest of them just look at me with this- this stupid pity, I don’t need their pity, I don’t need anything from them, not anymore-”

“Dream. Look at me.” Dream’s head snaps over, fear flashing in the backs of his eyes before it disappears as fast as it came. Wilbur ignores it, shucking off his jacket and draping it carefully over the other’s shoulders. “They’re hypocrites, I know. That’s why we’re doing this, yeah? We’re blowing it all up to kingdom come. You know how it goes.”

Dream meets his eyes, a storm warring briefly over his face before he looks down. “It was never meant to be,” he says, sounding tired, sounding resigned, and Wilbur smiles darkly at the self-same bitterness that shadows the words, recognizing the ashy taste from when they had coated his own tongue.

“Atta boy,” he says, grip firm on the other’s shoulder. “See you tomorrow. You can keep the coat for tonight; it’s getting cold.”

“Thank you,” Dream murmurs, quiet, and they both know it’s about more than just the jacket. “See you tomorrow.”

#tw abuse #tw torture #tw broken bones #tw branding #tw trauma #tw emotional distress #tw unhealthy relationship #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #tw smoking #tw mental illness #tw panic attack #tw death #pandora's vault #prison arc #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my writing #-> my asks #mutually assured destruction #queue <3 #long post

[jugjugjuice]

Sukuna NFSW alphabet

🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

A-Aftercare:

Sorry Sukuna could care less what happens after sex. If your not out his bed in the next 30 min he will...possibly kill you or question you. “Human why are you still here?” The closes thing he will do for aftercare is throw a blanket on your naked body while you sleep🥲✋

B-Body:

Sukuna loves everything about his body. To him every part of him is perfect, sexy, powerful. BUT if he had to choose one part of his body then he will choose his hands. The very same hands he use to kill people and fuck you with.

His favorite body of yours(you probably already know what I’m about to say) is ur booty. He will smack it, lick it, bite it, squeeze it you name it! He loves a nice booty mostly because it’s so....fuckable. He can fuck you while also playing with it. He just loves how it feels. Don’t matter the size.

C-Cum

Sukuna will cum anywhere tbh. His favorite places to cum on would be your face, your ass, stomach, and in your mouth. He loves seeing his mess all over you. You wanna make him rock hard again? Just run his cum all over you, degrading yourself. If you do this this man will actually drool for you😳

D-Dirty secret

Now when it comes to Sukuna he has no shame in the things he has done. All the dirty secrets has he already told you about. Now one thing he hasn’t told you(mostly cause he keeps forgetting to blurt it out) is that he sticked a....vibrator up his pp hole😬(I am so sorry) the vibration inside of him plus the feeling of himself stroking his own cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He even use his second mouth(on his tummy) to lick his pp. I guess you can say he is kinda a masochistic but he will NEVER let you dominate him.

E-Experience

Sukuna is very much experienced. Back when was living in his own body he had six with about 90 women....a village. He obviously killed them when he grew bored of them.

F- Favorite portions

since I don’t know the names for these specific positions, I’ll just leave the pictures down here.

(It wouldn’t let me send the link) but these are his go to positions out of all he have in his mind. These are just the positions that feels good to him.

G-Goofy

Sukuna is not goofy during sex. I would say he is serious and a flirt at the same time while doing it. He will mock your voices and laugh at how vulnerable you are.

H-hair

No surprise at all that this man has hair down there. He is very much proud of it. If it gets too wild then he will trim it but he needs hair down there to feel like a man. Of course it will never be to much hair. Medium amount I would say.

I-Intimacy

Sukuna can be either patient or impatient during the beginning of sex. When he is Patient he will foreplay a little bit. He would also kiss you a lot down your body. Touch sensitive spots all to hear you moan and beg for him. Sometimes you would cum from him talking dirty in your ear. When he isn’t patient he would go straight in and just fuck you. You would have to hold on because it gets wild and bumpy.

J-Jack off

Sukuna loves to jackoff. Not because it’s a stress reliever, but because it feels good. If he can’t, for some reason, fuck you he will beat the stick. Even during sex he teases you by jerking off and cumming on your face.

K-Kinks

Sukuna kinda have a thing for pain. While you guys are having sex and you do something that might be a little to rough(fx while giving him a blow job you accidentally bite too hard or ride him too hard) he will get so turned on but he will never tell you that. He also loves to be disrespectful in bed. He would degrade you or spit on you and just cum from that.

L-Location

It don’t matter where you guys do it he will fuck you anywhere. Yes that even means in public. If you guys are at a restaurant he will bend you over the tables and fuck you. Anyone near will have front row seats.

M-Motivation

After a good fight he always feel so energetic or horny so he would just take all that pride out on you. Or if you wear something sexy or something tight that shows off your curves he will tear that outfit to bits. Basically any little thing you do will make him honry. You bite your lip, show a littl Cleavage, rub legs, or even stare at him. He will get turned on. Also if you squirt on him then congratulations he is in love.

N-No

Sukuna is not into coprophilia. If you even mention that to him he will just kill you. He also isn’t into being a bottom, sub, or being pegged No amount of begs will get this man to be your bitch. Oh no honey your HIS bitch!

O-Oral

Sukuna love him some oral. He loves the feeling of your tongue touching and caressing his dick. He loves it more when you choke and gag on his dick. If you feel like your about to throw up his only response is. “That’s fine. You vomit on my dick you cleaning it up pig”. When he says that it’s usually threatening then sexy. He is dead serious.

P-Pace

Sukuna is a and deep thruster. With each thrust it’s deeper and deeper just pounding on that sensitive spot that makes you squirt. He will go slow when your about to cum to tease you. He will probably say, “yea baby you mad I stopped going fast? What if I just pull out and let you cum without my dick being inside you?”

Q-Quickie

I mean Sukuna is down to any kind of sex so he will mostly be down for a quickie. I can see him doing this right before a battle. The adrenaline would just go right to his pp. also if you guys are in public and he gets horny(which is all the time) he would pull you somewhere and either eat you out or you suck him off. If he want to full on have sex then he would do it in front of everyone.

R-Risk

Sukuna is down to any type of risk. As I said the man has no shame so he could give two shits what anyone say or think. The most he has ever done was fuck you DURING battle. Yea it couldn’t wait and you where getting looks.

S-Stamina

Sukuna’s stamina is inhuman. He can go 30 rounds and still be hard and horny. To be quiet honest there was never a time he had sex and felt “finished” he had to stop for your sake because he knew if he kept going he would damage you insides and it would take days for him to even feel about done. There was this one time. A long long time ago he had sex with a woman he and was actually tired but we don’t talk about that. It was long ago and she is dead💀

T-Toys.

Yes. Like I mentioned before when he masterbates he would use toys on himself. Mostly on his dick. He would use toys on you while he fucks you. For example he would put a buttplug in you or stick a vibrator in you while pounding into ur hole mercilessly. What can I say. The mans a sex god

U-Unfair

He can be a bitch at times. Sukuna loves to walk out on you in the middle of sex just to hear your screams and cries. One time while you where about to cum he just pulled out and you cummed without his dick being inside of you. It was so uncomfortable and...sad. He loves messing with you. When he walks out on you during sex he won’t fuck you until tmr. He won’t let you win like that. He also loves to build up your orgasms and leave. Fx everytime you where about to cum he would stop for 3min or until your building orgasm died down and fuck you again. He would do this 10 times before walking out.

V-Volume

Sukuna is more of a groaner then a moaner. I mean there have been many times he had moan because of you, but he mostly groans or dirty talk in your ear. If you give him a blowjob then he will both moan and dirty talk.

W-Wild card

Sukunas bodycount is over 100. Yea he was wild 1000 years ago✋

X-X-Ray

Sukunas size is at least 6 inches when soft and 9-10 inches when hard. He is more in the thicker side as well and has at least 2 big veins.

Y-Yearing

Sukuna have high sex drive. He is always horny 24/7. The smallest thing will make his dick twitch. If you manage to live with him then you will need a wheelchair because he will fuck around with you 3 times a day. Maybe 1 time a day if he is feeling nice.

Z-Zzzzz

Sukuna will fall asleep after sex. He will either fall asleep on you or on the bed. Most times in his sleep he drags your body closer to him. When he wakes up he just stared at you while you sleep. A million and one thought going through his head.

#anime #headcanon #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #sukuna #sukuna headcanons #smut headcanons #sukuna x reader #alphabet #ryomen sukuna

[duckymcdoorknob]

The Fall of Red Riot

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: KiriBaku

The breakdown: Lee!Kirishima, Ler!Bakugo and Ler!Kaminari

Warnings: tickling, swearing, fluff overload

Prompt: The 1-A boys are hanging in the classroom during lunch and they’re stumped. They could not get Kirishima to spill his biggest secret: his crush. Bakugo rolls his eyes and volunteers his methods...

“There’s gotta be some way!” Kaminari whined.

“No way! I’m never telling any of you!” Kirishima barked in response.

“Tch, we’ll get it out of you at some point, shitty hair.” Bakugo noted coolly.

“OYE DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Kirishima yelled.

The boys groaned as they all ate their lunches. It was just them and Aizawa, who naturally was asleep, all alone in the classroom.

Kirishima was in a really fuckin’ bad place; he was being pestered by his friends. They all wanted to know who his secret crush was. Luckily, due to his quirk, the boy could withstand anything.

“There isn’t anything?” Midoriya questioned, “not even one thing?”

“Punch me, kick me, swirly, wet willie, draw on me, whatever you want. I’m not talkin’.” Kirishima answered bravely.

Bakugo let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes. “You’re all idiots”

“Well I don’t see you offering any ideas, Kacchan!” Deku grew defensive.

“Literally you’re all fucking stupid.” Bakugo was getting agitated; are they all really this dense?

Deku and Bakugo glared daggers at each other before Bakugo squeezed Deku’s sides.

The smaller boy yelped and leaped at least a foot in the air.

The blonde scoffed, rolled his eyes, then finally spoke up, “there’s your method. Try it out, I’m sure it’ll work.”

Kirishima, who had not been paying attention, turned toward Bakugo, “What method? What do you mean Bakubro?”

“Well now that you’ve got him wondering, I think that you should do the honors.” Kaminari chimed.

Deku grinned menacingly while Bakugo tackled Kirishima and straddled him.

“W-woah there! What gives, Bakugo?” Kirishima grew anxious, what the hell was this guy’s deal?

“Last chance to talk, shitty hair.” The blonde was smiling evilly, a side Kirishima had never seen before.

Red Riot sucked in a breath.

“Do your worst!” Kirishima cried preparing for inevitable pain, “what man can’t take a little pain?”

“Wh-Pain?” Deku asked with furrowed brows, “no-no! You got it all wrong. Kacchan is just going to exploit your body’s sensitivity is all.”

“Ohh!” Kirishima beamed. Then the realization struck, “oh”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Way to go shitty Deku, now he knows the plan!”

Nonetheless, the Katuski clawed his hand and started to lower it down to an already giggling Kirishima’s tummy.

The red haired boy used his summer camp training: act quick in heavy pressure situations.

The hero in training hardened his skin, adding an extra layer to his abdomen, causing Bakugo to groan.

“Seriously? Your shitty quirk!” Bakugo rolled his eyes, “well I can wait here all day. And when the girls come back, you get to say which one you like in front of her.”

“HAVE YOU NO MERCY?” Kirishima roared.

The sudden loud noise awoke Aizawa. He was not a happy camper when he was woken up, especially from a good nap like this.

“You know what Bakubro! I’ll be fine holding out! I can keep my skin hard as long as I wish!” Kirishima yelled cockily.

Oh this will be good.

Aizawa stood up and stealthily stood next to Midoriya. He put a finger to his lip and winked at the greenette.

“How can you interrogate me with no method? You really didn’t think this through Bakubro.” Kirishima was getting cockier by the minute, “can’t tickle someone with no soft skin!”

Aizawa grinned.

Midoriya clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from spoiling another surprise.

As Aizawa’s hair stood up in an instant, Kirishima’s rock hard abdomen disappeared into a soft, pudgy, tummy.

“YES!” Bakugo cried

“M-MISTER AIZAWA!” Kirishima whined.

“You’re the one who woke me up. Just thought I’d keep my quirk alert Incase if any villains attack.” Aizawa responded in a monotone.

Bakugo didn’t hesitate. He immediately started scribbling his fingers along Kirishima’s sides.

The red haired boy kept his composure, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh? Nothing’s working huh.” Bakugo lifted his attack, “I guess we’ll just have to stop then.”

“Man you really suck at th- EEP!” Kirishima squeaked as Bakugo raised his arm above his head and poked the hollow of his arm.

It all happened so fast, Kirishima couldn’t even attempt to hold in his laughter.

“waihihihihit. Bahahahahakuhuhuhgohohoho!” Kirishima’s bubbly giggles melted Midoriya’s heart. Normally, Red Riot would be rolling all over laughing, but the uniform definitely helped minimize the feeling.

“You ready for talk yet?” Bakugo asked with a cocked grin.

“Nehehehehehever! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahan lahahahahast!” Kirishima manages through his uncontrollable giggling.

“Midoriya I might need some eye drops. This could take a while.” Aizawa muttered.

Deku chuckled and grabbed drops from Aizawa’s desk.

“You’re getting boring shitty hair. I’ll find your death spot and you’ll never stand a chance.”

“Jokes on you! You can’t even access it!” Kirishima spoke without thinking.

“Oh? Why is that? Is it blocked by me or clothes?” Bakugo cooed as he started to untuck Kirishima’s uniform shirt.

“Waihihihihit Bakubrohohohoho!” Kirishima giggled uncontrollably before any contact was made with his hyper-ticklish skin.

“What happened to being unbreakable? Where’s the great Red Riot now?” Bakugo teased as he prepares an assault, “I wonder if you share your worst spot with the shitty Deku.”

Deku yelped with wide eyes as attention turned to him. He could kill Kacchan.

“W-where’s his death spot?” Kirishima asked, followed by a gulp.

“Nowhere special. Just-“ Bakugo drilled his thumbs into Kirishima’s hips, “here.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAKUHUHUHGOHOHOHOHO!” Kirishima cried out.

“Ohh maybe you do have the same death spot as Deku!” Bakugo teased confidently.

Kirishima’s bright belly laughter filled the room. All of the other boys gathered ‘round to see what was going down.

“Bakugo, you do know you just exposed Deku right?” Kaminari questioned with amusement.

“And I care because? I’m the only one who knows how to get him howling anyways.” Bakugo replied cockily.

A loud yelp was emitted from Deku’s side of the room after Aizawa took a squeeze at both of the boy’s hips.

“Well he’s not lying.” Aizawa said calmly.

“Come make yourself useful, Pikachu. Hold his arms up.” Bakugo commanded.

Kaminari obliged and soon Kirishima was under Bakugo’s mercy, meaning there would be none.

“Tell us Shitty Hair!” Bakugo spoke louder as he removed a hand from one of Red Riot’s hip, and added a scribbling hand to one of his underarms.

“NNGH- NEHEHEHEVEHEHEHEHER!” Kirishima cried.

The boys of class 1-A all shared the same look: fearful amusement. They now knew to never mess with Bakugo, especially after today.

Bakugo lifted his attack fully. “Alright Kirishima, you leave me no choice.”

Kirishima gulped nervously.

“Either you tell me your death spot, or I embarrass the hell out of you right now.” Bakugo said menacingly.

“Y-you. Fiend. You’ll get nothin’ outta me.” Kirishima barked in rebuttal.

“Suit yourself.” Bakugo said calmly, “Pikachu.”

Kaminari drew his attention to Bakugo. While this happened, Aizawa realized that Kirishima was too weak to use his quirk, so he retreated back to his sleeping bag.

“You might wanna sit on those arms, things are gonna get ugly.”

As Kaminari obliged, Bakugo began to pinch at the pudge right above Kirishima’s bikini line. This caused the hard-rock hero’s laughter to jump up an octave.

“Found it~” Bakugo purred in a low voice.

“BAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAKUHUHUHUHUHUGOHOHOHOHOHO! MEHEHEHEHEHEHRCHYHEHEHEHE!” Kirishima tried to writhe from under the blonde’s evil clutches.

“Then tell us!” Bakugo demanded angrily.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kirishima whined in response.

“Then die.”

Bakugo’s evil smirk was all that Kirishima saw before his eyes squeezed shut and he was a screaming, blushing mess.

The blonde continued to squeeze the boy’s worst spot. But, he also demanded Kaminari to spider his fingers under Red Riot’s arms. And to top it all off, Bakugo started blowing fat raspberries on Kirishima’s abs.

Red Riot moved into quiet hysterics, unable to bear the tickly feeling.

“Maybe you should stop soon.” Tokoyami butted in, “He doesn’t look too good.”

“Shut up bird brain! He’s done when he confesses!” Bakugo barked back.

Kirishima was trying his best to get out of his friend’s clutches, he was even squeezing Kaminari’s butt with his free hands. But, It had no effect on the electric boy.

“BAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOHO, KAHAHAHAHAMINAHAHAHAHRIHIHIHI STAHAHAHAPPIT! Q-QUIHIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHT!” Kirishima squealed as tears leaked from his eyes.

“Last chance to tell us before we get you to exhaustion!” It was Kaminari’s turn to interrogate now.

“OKAY- OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY IHIHIHIHILL TEHEHEHEHELL!” Kirishima cried.

The attack ceased, leaving Kirishima panting. After a few seconds of greedily gulping in air, Red Riot looked at his attackers, then his classmates. He had no dignity left, so why should he lie?

“It’s um... it’s...” shit. He needed to come up with a name quick, “it’s Mina.”

“You liar.” Kaminari said as he skittered his fingers once again.

“IHIHIHIM NOHOHOHOT LYIHIHIHIHING!” Kirishima cried.

“That’s enough Pikachu. He knows to tell us the truth.” Bakugo unstraddled Kirishima, Kaminari did the same. The blonde reached a hand out and helped Red Riot to his feet.

His classmates surrounded him in a circle, there was nowhere to run.

“Ah jeez. This is gonna be embarrassing.” Kirishima spoke softly.

“Just say it!” Kaminari commanded.

“It’s Ururaka!” Kirishima yelped.

“No! You’re still lying! I know when you lie because your quirk activates on only your hands!” Bakugo yelled.

“Mister Aizawa! The one time I needed you to erase my quirk!” Kirishima groaned bashfully.

“Just tell us dude we won’t judge you.” Kaminari said with a reassuring hand on Red Riot’s shoulder.

Kirishima looked at all of his classmates curious faces. What if they judged him? What if they didn’t want to be his friend anymore because of who he liked?

“W..well.. um...” Kirishima closed his eyes and sighed, “it’s.. its B-Bakugo.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened along with all the other boys.

“I.. I shouldn’t have said that...” Kirishima said before running out of the room.

“Kirishima! Stop!” Bakugo yelled.

The blonde went chasing after Red Riot, leaving the rest of the class dazed.

“What did I miss?” Aizawa asked with a yawn. He saw all of his confused students, “Jesus was it Mt. Lady or something?”

“N-no... Kacchan” Deku spoke quietly.

“Oh that was obvious.” Aizawa said with an amused breath of air. “Now I owe All-Might 200 Yen.”

#bnha tickle #mha tickle #mha #bnha #lee!kirishima #ler!bakugou #aizawa #Kaminari #eijirou #Kirishima #Deku #Bakugo #Midoriya #izuku midoriya #kirishima fluff #ler!kaminari

[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He�� would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

#food fantasy #food fantasy x reader #ff salt and pepper shrimp #ff salt and pepper shrimp x reader

[straighttohellbuddy]

i want to cry you gave me so much from my tired rambles i love htlgi universe and just. we love demon reader and ranboo with that almost matching chaotic energy, the friendship w big q and the passionate arguing w philza looking like a dad holding apart two screaming children, the third child just sitting to the side smugly bc He Knows What He Did. and then w/ wilbur and protecting the teenagers oh my god fucking DAMN i love you so much. also. the small side story for the universe you posted had me losing my shit. I LOVED IT. you know if you ever want to share more i’ll always love it 🥺-🐈‍⬛

I UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT

other thoughts I've had about these dumbass kids

- reader and tubbo are the Sharp Duo because of the reader, in the middle of of hypothetical, saying idly "I have sharp teeth and will protect ranboo" and tubbo piping up "I also have sharp teeth and will help protect ranboo!". (this spawns a plethora of fan made art on Redbubble with the quote "i have sharp teeth and will protect Ranboo", often accompanied by an image of his minecraft skin. It's like a club.) also I feel like a popular dsmp headcanon is that your character is c!tubbo's parent, but like, since you're barely on the server, it's more in the same way that mumza is canonically the God of Death and married to c!Philza.

- @.YourTwitter: EVERYONE SHUT UP IM TAGGED IN A DSMP FIC ON AO3 I OFFICIALLY HAVE PLANS FOR TONIGHT 🥰🥰🥰

- youre incredibly socially adaptable, which is why it takes Phil a while to properly connect with you, as you almost always match the energy of whoever is being The Most in the vc, but the first thing you say to him privately is that you're in awe of his consistency with his schedule and that he has impeccable vibes. but you hang out in the chat for a few of his streams and eventually join a vc just to chat with him and the two of you end up talking about how it's strange to see teenagers with so much fame and that you both wonder about the longterm effects of it, before you remind Phil that you've been on YouTube for 9 years now, and that you'd only been a year older than the bench trio when you were doing your first tour.

- Phil's whole view of you shifting not because of demon reasons, but because you've willingly put every part of you online since the age of 15, and realising that that's why you're Like That. But also that despite the way you gracefully leap from one foolish chaotic moment to another, the fact that you have no notable scandals apart from ghosting your friends 4 years ago, points to you actually being a master of manipulating your own public identity.

- then you say something about how if you had an OnlyFans you'd only sell feet pics and bath water and phil tries to reconcile the conflicting understandings he has of you as a person.

- reader was canonically friends with Dream before they were even friends with Corpse. I just wanted you all to remember that.

- also because I fuckin can: Reader at the 2021 MET gala paying homage to 1920s New York gangsters, wearing an impeccably tailored, chocolate brown pin stripe suit, matching fedora sitting atop your head at an angle, with a sheer, cream button down underneath, top few buttons undone. Over your shoulders you wear an oversized, mid-toned grey trench coat, that upon closer inspection, has a print of old newspaper articles. When the coat is removed, and you pose with the jacket slung over one shoulder as you're holding the collar, there's detailing on the back of the suit jacket done in exquisite black and red crystals that look like bullet wounds. A jewellers interpretation of brass knuckles that still look like fancy gold rings, black leather shoes, simple make-up, a prop cigar.

I definitely had more thoughts but it's almost 2am and I'm sleepy...... seriously tho I'd love to hear what thoughts/dynamics you wanna talk about,or that you want me to talk about,yanno??

I love you and I love that I can so easily springboard into thinking about this world thanks to a lot of your asks,,, I love it here

#sleeby #your local homosexual with no chill #black cat anon #htlgi

[bittydragon]

The Borrower of L’Manburg (Pt.2)

Notes: Hey y’all! My friend has got the second part of their story finished, it’s getting good!

Over the last month since your capture, you had gotten used to Schlatt's yelling and chaos on a usual basis. You sure didn't like it, but it's not like you could just ask him to shut up or quiet down. He didn't respect you whatsoever, he hardly even acknowledges your existence anymore- not that you were complaining. Your friendship with Quackity had grown in that time too. You've grown to trust him to carry you with him and take you some places around DreamSMP, though only when he has his suit on so that you can hide in his chest pocket. Neither of you wanted anybody else knowing about you, and you especially didn't want Dream to know about your interactions with humans. You've still kept your mouth shut, refusing to talk about your past to anybody.

In the last week or so, Schlatt and Quackity had been talking a lot about a festival that they were throwing, to 'celebrate democracy' or whatever. You hadn't paid much attention to it since Quackity told you that you probably shouldn't come, and it wasn't like Schlatt would allow him to bring you anyway. So, when the day came, you just tried to sleep through it. Unfortunately, fate has decided against you.

You wake up to the loudest boom you've probably ever heard, followed by lots of people screaming. You can faintly make out Schlatt's maniacal laughter, and a vaguely familiar voice that you can't quite place screaming, "Techno!" That name woke you right up, all the way. You hear the front door open and slam downstairs, and Quackity stumbles up the stairs in a rush.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." He's breathing hard, like he just ran a mile. His eyes are wide and he frantically motions with both his hands. "I saw it. T-Techno. He just-!" He's cut off by the door opening and closing again downstairs. He gasps, almost… scared?

"Oh Quackity! Guess who I got?!" Schlatt takes his time making his way up the stairs, but when he arrives, you gasp in shock. Between his fingers is another person- and he's your size. Schlatt has the back of their shrunken suit between his thumb and index finger, dangling him a block and a half in the air. He seems young, and he has scruffy brown hair. You can see a little bit of blood on his lip.

"That's… That's Tubbo! Be careful with him, he'll get hurt!"

"What do we care? He's a traitor, Quackity!"

"He's still just a kid, man!"

"What's your obsession with keeping these little things safe? Speaking of that…" Schlatt lays his eyes on you, his wicked grin sending a shiver down your spine. "Is this what happened to you?" He jostles Tubbo towards you, almost showing him off. "Did the piggy man get you? Oh no! Poor little 'villager' girl, scared of Technoblade." He pouts his lip and snickers. Your face heats up. What the fuck happened at the festival?

"Knock it off! Just give him to me, I'll take care of them both."

"Nah. I don't trust you with him. He's too important. I'm gonna put him in another box- another Tubbox! Do you like boxes yet, Tubbo?"

The kid looks at you with tears in his eyes, looking scared out of his mind. "H-Help…" he croaks. Before you or Quackity can do anything, Schlatt turns and walks away, not to be seen for the rest of the day.

~

When you wake up the next day, you hear the distant yelling of Schlatt, just like normal. But today didn't feel normal, especially with what happened yesterday. You don't hear Quackity's laughter and joking along with Schlatt like normal. After a little while of not caring to listen to their conversation, you hear striking against the Whitehouse. You tune in, but you can only hear fragments every now and then.

"Stop, dude! Stop! I built this!"

"I'm surrounded by pussies and soyboys! Help me destroy this or get the fuck off my property."

You hear an arrow slide back on a bow, and Schlatt scoff. "You won't do it. You're too much of a bitch." It takes a few moments before the arrow is released, and you cringe at the sound of Schlatt dying. He'll be returning from spawn any minute, and he'll be pissed.

Quackity runs up the stairs a few moments later, scooping you up immediately. "We gotta go, (Y/n)." You yelp in surprise and hug onto his thumb.

"What about Tubbo?" You've been worrying about him since yesterday. 

"I already got him, don't worry!" Quackity holds you close, hiding you against his chest as he moves. He speedwalks out of the partially destroyed house, making his way down the hill behind it and into the forest. When you look up at his face, he looks very upset.

"What's wrong? What happened back there?"

"Schlatt is… such a dick. He- I'm not," he sighs and slips you into his right chest pocket as he walks. "I'm not Vice President anymore. Schlatt was tearing down the Whitehouse and I tried to stop him. He just used me to get into power." You stay silent and slump down into his pocket, letting him talk. Quackity paces among the trees for a moment before turning back around and heading towards Manburg. "Should I even go back? Should I even fucking go back, man? Because… I don't even know anymore. I shot him."

Suddenly he freezes, and you can feel his body tense up. "Oh, fuck!" He takes off sprinting away from Manburg again, trying to keep his suit jacket steady, and you can hear the hooves of a horse running closer. You press your hands against the sides of the pockets to stop yourself from flying all over the place. "Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Ohoho shit!" He starts hiding behind trees. The horse slows down to a stop, and Quackity peaks out from behind the tree. "Take it off. All of it." You hear the clanking of armour being dropped on the ground.

"Why… Why did you just run off- Why are you in the woods, Big Q?" It's the same familiar voice as yesterday.

"Tommy…!" You hear a muffled voice whisper from the other side of Quackity's jacket, the left side chest pocket. That must be where Tubbo is.

"Uh… I… live here." They both pause and laugh lightly. "Listen, Tommy, we gotta talk." Quackity steps out all the way from behind the tree. You're not sure if you want to risk peaking out yet, but you figure you might as well just to see. You just barely peak your head up, only your eyes are visible over the pocket fabric.

"It's been a while, Mr. Vice President." The familiar voice, Tommy, looks about as young as Tubbo. He has blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"No, no, not Vice President anymore." He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles somberly. "Schlatt's an asshole. He's taking down the Whitehouse and going fucking power crazy."

"What are you saying, Big Q?"

"I wanna overthrow Schlatt. Maybe we can... work together or something…" Quackity mumbles.

"I mean, how do I know this isn't a setup?" Tommy glares.

You hear rustling as Quackity digs out a cloth from his left pocket, in which is holding Tubbo. "I-I brought Tubbo."

Tommy tilts his head, then looks around the forest. "Where is he then?" Quackity offers him the cloth.

"Tommy! I'm right here!"

Tommy's eyes widen and his jaw drops when he sees Tubbo. "W-What…?" He clenches his jaw and glares at Quackity, pulling out his netherite sword. "What the hell! What did you do to him?!" Tommy screeches, causing you and Tubbo both to cover your ears simultaneously. This kid is loud.

"I didn't do anything! I swear!"

Tommy sheaths his sword, and takes Tubbo in the cloth. "Tubbo, Jesus Christ man! Are you okay?" You see Tubbo look back and catch your eyes, then look back at Tommy.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Quackity kept me safe." Tubbo stutters. Tommy gives Quackity a nod in thanks.

"So… can we join Pogtopia?"

"'We?' Who else?"

Quackity looks down at you, and you hesitantly give him a nod of approval, closing your eyes as his hand comes straight at you. He pulls you out with cupped hands to show Tommy. "This is (Y/n). Schlatt captured her about a month ago."

You slink backwards as Tommy flips his shit, but keeps careful with Tubbo. "What the fuck! How is this happening to people?! Oh my god, it's a woman! Who is she?! I've never even seen her before!"

"She's told us that she was a villager."

"That looks nothing like a villager! Villagers are ugly!" Tommy laughs, making you giggle. 'I mean, that's fair.'

"That's not nice!" Tubbo scolds, then looks at you and smiles. "Hi!" You wave back at him with a smile.

"So, can we join you?"

"Okay, okay, fine. Follow me, Big Q."

Quackity stores you back in his pocket as Tommy puts his armor back on, and Tommy just keeps Tubbo in his hands as he and Quackity walk and talk. They laugh and joke like they're old friends. You have your head peaking out the whole way there, surveying the land. You've never seen this many trees pass by you so fast. By the time you arrive, the moon has risen and all the stars are out. Tommy breaks two blocks, revealing a little hidey hole in the wall with barely enough room for three humans.

"What? This is Pogtopia? This is-"

"No, shut up! Down this stairway." Tommy leads Quackity down a two by two spiral staircase, right down into a giant ravine. Quackity gasps.

"Holy shit, Tommy! Is this Pogtopia?" He looks around in wonder, as do you. The ravine is decorated with lamps and extinguished campfires, and it actually feels somewhat homely. 

"Yeah! Here, let me make a little space for Tubbo and then I'll show you around while we talk."

"Can we make a small room for Tubbo and (Y/n)? We can give them time to talk, too." You nod in agreement with Quackity, Tubbo probably needs some explanation.

"Yeah, yeah!" Tommy hands Quackity a diamond pickaxe, and they mine out a space about the same size as the room up the staircase, and Tommy places down two beds. He gently places Tubbo down in the middle of them, and Quackity reaches his hand in the pocket and plucks you out, thumb and index finger holding your sides.

"Here, you can probably explain everything to Tubbo, right (Y/n)?" He sets you down next to him on the beds.

You nod. "I-I'll do my best!" Tommy and Quackity walk out, and you wait until you hear their footsteps fade. You turn to Tubbo and sit down crisscrossed. "Are you okay? This must be difficult and weird."

"Y-Yeah… I'm doing alright. Just… processing everything." He fiddles with the cloth that he still has from Quackity.

"It was Technoblade, right?"

Tubbo nods. "I was just so confused. Wilbur told me he was on our side! And… Why didn't he just kill me? I would've respawned!" He sighs, frustrated.

"Wait, what? Technoblade is on your side? Is he here?!" You look around frantically.

"Well, I don't think so, not right now." He tilts his head in confusion of your panicked state. "Why? What's wrong with Technoblade?"

"He did this to me, too! He also… he killed my p-" You freeze at the sound of a new pair of footsteps, coming from somewhere close outside the ravine. They pass right by, all you can see is a raggedy trench coat flash by before heading up the stairs. You wait until you can no longer hear anything anymore. "N-Nevermind that."

Tubbo gives you a worried look. "Okay, I won't press you on it, I guess. But we are in this together, you know? We're in the same boat!" He smiles at you, reassuringly, and you nod with the same smile. You decide to change the subject.

"Your accent," you realize, "you're from L'manburg, aren't you? Tommy as well?"

"Yes! How do you know about that?" His eyes sparkle in excitement.

"I used to live there!" You smile at all the memories you have from your time living there, while messing with the blanket below you. "It was far after I got shrunk. I moved in after the war, I thought it would be safe for a while. Not long enough, apparently."

"That's awesome! I didn't even know you were there! You must be really good at hiding!"

"Not so much at running, though, since I got caught!" You laugh. The two of you joke and share stories until you hear three pairs of footsteps from above, coming down the stairs. You recognize one as Quackity, and figure that one of the other two must be Tommy. Speak of the devil, you hear the kid's voice.

"Okay, Wilbur, you can't freak out at this okay? Just… be calm!" Wilbur? You swear you've heard that name before. Oh, wait, shit. From Schlatt. You had almost forgotten through all the chaos today.

"That's a lot coming from you, Tommy!" Another man with a L'manburg accent quips as the three draw closer to the bottom of the stairs. You move closer to Tubbo just for the sake of feeling some sense of security. Tubbo, on the other hand, gasps in excitement.

"Wilbur!" He whispers to you.

Quackity walks in the room first, checking on you and Tubbo before motioning for Tommy and Wilbur to come in. You notice the raggedy trench coat Wilbur is wearing before watching his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

"Wh- Tubbo?! Is that Tubbo?!" Wilbur grabs Tommy's arm, but keeps his eyes on you two. "What the fuck happened? What is this?"

"Yes, that's Tubbo! He's been… uh… smallified!" Tommy makes up a word, making Quackity laugh, but Quackity stops when Wilbur shoots him an icey glare. Wilbur carefully makes his way over to the bedside, causing you to hide behind the cloth from Quackity. He pays no attention to you, however.

"Tubbo, what the fuck did Schlatt do to you?" You can see a flame in his eyes that seems to be intensifying by what he sees in front of him now.

"No, no, he didn't do this to me." Wilbur raises an eyebrow, sparing you a quick glance that you would've missed if you had blinked. "He really didn't! He just… took advantage of the situation." Tubbo looks down nervously.

"Well, what the hell happened then?"

"Well, it all started when you lost the election, and-"

"Tubbo, who did this to you, god damnit?"

"Technoblade!" He squeaks out.

"What the fuck? That bastard!" Tommy fumes. "Big Q, you didn't tell me that!"

"Well-!"

"Shut up, everyone," Wilbur commands as he stands up, "We'll talk to Techno about this when we see him. I haven't seen him in a while and I have no idea when we'll see him again, that's just how he is. So for now, that's a problem for future us." He looks at the other humans, and points at Quackity. "Quackity, you need to get to work on plan A. You know what'll happen if it fails, so make it work." He pushes past the two, and his trench coat flaps behind him as he walks out of the room.

Tommy and Quackity wait until they hear him get all the way up the stairs, then look at each other.

"He's lost it!"

"Oh yeah, he's gone completely nuts."

#mcyt #mcyt gt #tiny!reader #tiny!tubbo #giant!schlatt #giant!quackity #giant!tommy #giant!wilbur #giant!techno (implied) #tubbo #schlatt #quackity #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade (implied) #friend writes #these be so good so I hope yall enjoy them too #lookit the block men go #also #smallified is my new favorite word #yes

[energyanon]

Surprise reading as I can’t seem to shake off the curiosity. Ok, I’m gonna set them up in relation to this drama. Personally, I don’t believe it. NV would have to have various personality disorders in order for this to be true, among 5000 other reasons why that is not normal, sane human behaviour. But the Instagram.. so many things don’t match up. However, both me and another anon felt fuzzy headed when we were representing her.. maybe it’s not just her overthinking, maybe it’s something more relating to some kind of disorder, but that’s not my place to say. Let’s check it out. Once again I’m gonna type as I go.

I’ve decided for three set ups here: 1. NV, 2. The group chat as a whole as cited on said Instagram, and 3. Henry.

Set up 2. (The GC) first. I picked up NV and got a headache.

First flag: Natalie wanted to be on top of the GC… that’s weird..

Henry is at a distance but he is staring at them both. Starting to feel like I may have been wrong in my judgment here ha.. 😬 I’m really hoping it’s not true cause otherwise that’s fucking sad and NV has genuine issues. But, I’m ok with being wrong.

Alright, let’s start as NV (cause GC, I feel I already know their feelings regardless of if it’s true or not) FYI, I have moved NV to being close but not on top, as one energy on top of - group of energies would be much too hard to decipher.

NV:

Immediate dizziness. I feel very hot and my air con is currently blasting down upon me so it’s not me. The group chat feels very little to NV. like tiny, as in I could step on them. (1. This can mean they’re not even being seen, she barely cares about them, or 2. Can feel more powerful than) as we know in the screenshots the latter was supposedly the case, so I’m not going to cross that out just yet, but it feels more like I’m just not even seeing them. they’re dirt under my feet. They don’t really have her attention and she’s not super bothered by them, but once I brought her attention to it She does want to stamp it out, it’s a complete nuisance. She wants to cover them up. I gave them a little tap, which ended turning into many taps which turned into actually wanting to destroy their rep all together. so she’s angry about it. (At this point I don’t know if she’s angry about This situation being a lie, as in she’s sick of these people doing this to her, or if she’s genuinely angry at the group for exposing her) the tiny dirt now feels a bit bigger but more like a basketball sized nuisance. She still feels bigger than them, it’s just that this is so ANNOYING. Still wants to rip them up into little pieces, she’s annoyed, she’s moving me around a whole bunch, she’s angry, she’s frustrated, she’s tying her hair up, she’s not having it. like it’s fucking annoying. this is all so ANNOYING. She’s stressed, she’s annoyed, she wants this over and done with.

No more energy shifts. Incoming questions.

Q: do you know them?

No I don’t fucking know them

Ok do you think that was a friend who exposed you?

I don’t know I can’t think I- (just a bunch of profanities) [note: it’s like she’s keyboard smashing in my brain right now it’s REALLY annoyed]

Jaw clenched, I’m swaying from side to side my hands are on my hips, hair away from my face I want to move somewhere else but I need to deal with THIS FUCKING THING FIRST ISHDJFKSJXJDSNX.

god it is SO ANNOYING like if you guys were all in front of me right now you’d be heading me yelling and screaming and So irritated I’m so I’m SO Annoyed. I can’t even think of any other questions to ask cause I’m too busy getting keyboard smashed atm.

I’m gonna move to the group to just see if the intentions there are legit. I need a break from NV.

Ok the group:

the group have some anxiety, stomach dropped. They’re not angry they’re just looking at NV. None of them can be sure if It was NV - I think some of them doubt but it was a “get it out just in case” situation. At least one of them feel bad. Nervous jitters from my right leg. You know how you fidget when you’re waiting to get in trouble?

Q: do you believe it was NV?

There are many of them so I’ll just say it as it came up. No (1) I don’t know (majority) one of them is a yeah, feels like the leader of the group but even then the yeah isn’t a solid resounding yeah. But it’s also not like a “yeaahhh?” It’s like I’m just gonna make a decision and it’s yeah.

Q: are you mad that nv is with Henry

I’m not mad (1)

We’re not mad, we just think he could do better. (Majority)

Q: why did you do this

To expose her

Q: why to expose her if you didn’t truly believe it was her

There is a very weak “it was the right thing to do” like.. when I say weak it feels like they don’t even believe that, but they’ve convinced themselves it is..?

Q: at any point did you lie or fabricate the screenshots?

Resounding no, but one solid yes from someone.

Q: Yes?

One of them.

Q: which one

(I was shown one of them, it was one of the purple and black ones, one where there isn’t much purple - I’ll have to check it after)

Ok, my leg isn’t going crazy anymore - there is just an expectant waiting. They’re looking at NV, she’s taller than them but not much taller (not like they’re a basketball being looked down upon, just normal human heights) the feeling is just waiting. Waiting to see if there is a response. That’s it, that’s all I’ve been given I can’t even conjure Up another question. (Sometimes when the energy is done sharing its just done, I can’t force it past that and I’m not in my right to)

Checking Henry:

Henry is tired, he’s disillusioned, he’s just staring into space. The other two are in front of him (facing one another) but he doesn’t see them. Genuinely no thoughts from him it’s complete disassociation. But I did ask if he knew about this situation, he doesn’t seem to know yet.

And yet he’s still disassociating.. the thought “I don’t know what to do” came up, but it was so slow and fractured it was like… you know that video of that kid who’s trying to say have you ever had a dream that you could do anything but he muddles it up for 20 seconds before getting to it? It’s like that (I’ll link it when I’m done)

“I don’t kn- I just I - what do I ev- wh-“ and it keeps going but imagine it taking FOREVER for him to say it.

He’s stuck in the disassociation. Weird choice, but I need to do it. I’m gonna slap him. (Which yes, means slapping myself)

Ok, that didn’t make much difference, he’s still super tired, he still didn’t see the other two but I tried to bring his attention to NV and he was already turning around to leave “I don’t care, I don’t care I’m too tired” and then he turned back and said to NV to clarify “I do care, but I don’t, I’m tired” and I took him out cause he was walking out of there anyway.

Back to NV one last time, and then I’m doing other stuff with my day and then I’ll do CE tonight.

NV

It’s always dizziness with this chick, I swear. Everytime im with her I’m dizzy, I’m losing blood pressure. She’s calmed down at least but fuck I’m dizzy more dizzy than I usually am (can be her, could also be me continuously going into different energies, I don’t tend to feel like this though but don’t rule it out)

Dizzy, Im not tired, but fatigued like I don’t need to sleep, I need to just lay down. I see the GC but they can fuck off I don’t care. She wants to kick them out of the way. As soon as she does she wants to leap out at them and tear them to shreds. She goes from 1- 100 real quick. I don’t want her to destroy my representative for the group, cause I don’t want anything to accidentally manifest in real time for the actual group, so im going to create a little thing that she can destroy instead - just in case there are any energetic consequences of her destroying the representation of the GC. Found a little piece of paper I called it placebo GC and we’re tearing it up.

Ok so, I got her to tear up Placebo GC. She got raveonous with it. I am now coming to believe that NV has some major anger issues. To be fair, im feeling how annoyed she is and I get it honestly it’s the only way to get out this level of emotion. It’s not healthy, therapy is needed for sure, but I’m not gonna sit here like this and say that she’s overreacting cause when you’re feeling like she is, there’s no where else for this to go

She ripped them up, crushed them, tore at them with her teeth, crushed them into a little ball again and chucked them away and then we just screamed “FUCK!” For literally about 3 minutes and she was LIVID. I’ve sat her down now while I write this, she’s still annoyed, she’s not livid.

Interesting to note though, all throughout the screaming there was never a single thought that came up that was like “why can’t they just let US live, why can’t we just BE together” she really doesn’t seem to care about the affect it has on her and Henry’s relationship, she’s just annoyed people are talking shit. Like she just doesn’t care that people won’t accept them.

Oh! I haven’t checked on her vs. HC so lemme do that. I wanna see if she checks up on him too, cause from a normal relationship perspective, this would affect him too. But let’s see.

Yup, ok, nothing from her end, if anything she’s giving him the silent treatment. Like she’s looking at him in the way you do when your partner has said something stupid and you’re too angry to answer. But she doesn’t care that he’s there. I went to him also to see if he would comfort her and he was just a brick wall, kind of more like “here I am I’m showing up but idc. I really idc. Sorry that you’re going through it I guess.” Both of them had the ~aura~ (I don’t know how to explain it on text) of “this did not go as planned” however, they didn’t SAY that, just as an FYI, it was just a bit of a shared feeling translated into words.

That’s it. I’m ending it there. I’ve got life admin to do, be back later for a CE reading as promised. :)

#ooo I should also check on the “quote NV unquote in the Instagram #fuck that would have been a good idea to see if it was legit her or not. #I’ll leave the set up as it is #do my stuff #do CE as promised and then try that out #reading #nv #hc

[bigkpopstan]

Can I just-?

So- lemme just tell how I think hybrid maid would be-

Seungwoo🐶:he would be an extremely good boy. But maybe he would feel kind of humiliated at first. He would probably take care of your health and do any job you make him do. Like if he needs he would even kill if you tell him to do that. Because he just wants to be a good boy for his master. God if you make them wear maid dresses too- fuck seungwoo would look fucking hot and gorgeous- he would pretend to hate the dress but the kinky little boy would enjoy it. If he ever would do something bad he would surely do it without actual want. Even though he would never say a word and take any kind of punishment you use on him. I feel like he would enjoy it if you would playfully pull his tail a lot-

Seungsik😽: he would be very awkward first but would never disobey and would do anything. It's probably more like because he would be scared first. But he would surely warm up to you and would love to work as your little maid after all. Maid dress? Hm I think like he.. He would probably actually hate it first and feel humiliated. But if you give him lots of compliments he would even wear it when get doesn't has to. He would probably do the cooking for you. He would be your chef kitty. Imagine him wearing little cute ropes meanwhile cooking- he would surely love if you compliment his food and would love forehead kisses as reward. I don't really think he would ever do something bad like disobeying you. But if in some unbelievable reason he would accidently do something he would be extremely scared of what will you do. So I feel like you should just rather let them slide or give him little punishments like no kisses for a weak. But I feel like even that would be too rough-

Chan🦊: he would- he would... He would always complain for having to be a maid but he would love it actually. He would be actually a pretty good boy- like ik it seems weird. But if he gets any kind of reward for it he would do anything. I- I think he would enjoy the maid dress because he would feel ✨pretty ✨ in it. And you might even use not allowing him to wear it as a punishment. Hm.. He would probably be too lazy to do any hard job so he kind of would stick to you and do any little thing for you. I feel like he would disobey a lot even though he would be q good boy- like if you don't give him a reward once he will scream- he would probably enjoy getting fucked and playing with his ear as rewards- he would be like your personal sex doll

Sejun🐰:

A brat. Would probably always be around you too and try to get you to fuck him any moment. So his job would be a sex doll too. He would love being used and fucked nonstop. Like to any kinky shit he will take it with joy. He would LOVE maid dresses. Like god he would love it when you fuck him in it. He would probably he jealous if you use chan or any of the members tbh. Rewards for him would probably be anything sexual- punishment for him could either be no sex. Or like no punishment. Because I feel like he would get turned on by you being even a little rough with him

Byungchan🐶: puppy would be extremely shy mainly if he has to wear main dress. But his shyness would come from always thinking about something dirty. Byungchan is a real pervert and sometimes would actually feel guilty. He would always want to be a good boy for you and would do anything to avoid punishments. As rewards he would love it if you let him please you. Like he would love pleasing you a lot. Or would love it if you would make any of the bigger members fuck him (seungsik, seungwoo, sejun) this little dirty boy would love it even more if you make all 3 of them use him meanwhile your watching him.

Hanse😼:a sassy brat. Would never do anything you tell him to do so he would get punished a lot. He would honestly be just a little doll that you can let your anger out on. But would love it when you go soft on him. He would cuddle you a lot and would probably be your emotional support kitty. He would wear maid dress even if you don't tell him too. Because my boy is kinky and he loves to dress in those type of things🤭 rewards for him would probably be just talking care of him and spoiling him.

Subin😿: he's sassy. But I don't think he would directly disobey. It would probably just happen because he accidentally talked back and because he's extremely new to the new thing. Baby would be shy in a maid dress. But would wear it if you want him to. Punishments for him would probably be no affection for him at all or silent treatments. But I feel like he would be sensitive and would end up crying so please don't ignore pure kitty. Rewards for him would be any kind of affection like it can he just little kisses, and pats but he would be even happier if they would be soft sex or cuddles.

oh my god, you’re actually going to be the death of me holy hell

seungwoo in a maid dress-oh and the way he’d have a reverse size kink, find it a little humiliating if you’re shorter than him but absolutely wreck him. I want to bite him which is random but I wanna bite him. rub his ears too, the way he’d whine

seungsik good boy 😔 seungsik definitely wouldn’t disobey on purpose and the look he’d give when he realizes he’s done it by accident-poor kitty, his ears would flatten on his head 😔

chan getting all confident and a little bratty with how good his thighs look in the maid dress-a punishment would definitely be taking it away for awhile but then you’d have him following you around more than usual with a permanent pout

sejun definitely has an attitude especially when he feels like everyone’s been getting more attention or getting fucked more than he is-especially since his sex drive would be the highest so he’d probably be like “why isn’t your horny bunny getting fucked?? I’ve had to take care of myself for a week too long cmon-“ type thing 😔

byungchan-make those 3 fuck him while everyone else watches though 🙏🏽 the sounds he’d make being the center of attention, only being the perverted puppy he actually is when he’s being fucked-essentially being the complete opposite of how he usual is (is my corruption kink showing or smth)

hanse with an attitude that just talks back all the time but can also be your rock when you’re not feeling good feels so right tbh, or when you’ve had a stressful day and the second you walk in the door he can tell so he’s right on your side telling you that you can take your anger out on him all night if you want 😔

subin definitely wouldn’t disobey on purpose, oh patting his head and petting his ears 😔 the way subin would also be a bit of a jealous type, maybe feeling like he’s not as good/desirable as the others. he’d gradually get more comfortable wearing the dress and how easy it is to touch him when he’s wearing it ugh

#tyrano0the0tinyrano #asks #victon smut #sub victon