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xxbimbobunnyxx · 2 months
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18+MNDI (degradation, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, pillow riding, facial, handjobs. Listen idk what happened… this stemmed from a thot I had bc of one of the nsfw asks @bimbobaggins69 sent me and my brain spiraled…)
“Look at her Stevie, look how pathetic she looks.” Eddie groans, the feeling of Steve’s large spit slick hand jerking his cock nearly sends his eyes into the back of his head. But he resists, keeping them on you.
“Oh she’s so fucking desperate… is that drool? Are you fucking drooling over our cocks right now baby?” Steve’s voice is condescending and there’s a lop sided smirk painted across his lips while he continues to fuck Eddie’s cock with his fist. His hips thrust in time with the other man’s hand on his own cock, his eyes also glued to you.
They have you sitting on the bed, straddling one of your satin pillow case covered pillows. Your body is completely bare while you desperately rub your wet pussy against the soft material. They’re standing directly in front of you, also fully bare, while they stroke each other’s cocks. Their hands run down each others bodies and they occasionally places kisses on each others lips, necks, shoulders. You want so badly to touch them, for them to touch you. Your eyes can’t decide where to look but they keep landing on their lips, and their cocks. You want them inside you so bad.
“Please.” You whimper, your hips continuing to thrust against the pillow. The soft material feels nice against your clit, but it’s not enough. You need your boys.
“Awww you hear that, Eds? She’s begging now. That’s cute.”
“Sooo cute, Stevie. It would be so much cuter if she wasn’t a fucking brat all day. Maybe then we would actually help her cum.” The long haired man taunts you.
“Right? She could be getting fucked by both of us right now but instead she has to watch and fuck her pillow like a desperate little slut.” Steve moans when Eddie picks up the pace of his strokes on his cock. A bead of precum leaks from his tip and you want nothing more than to lick it up.
“Too bad, her mouth looks so good right now. You really are drooling, huh? Just our dumb drooly little girl, so desperate to get off?” Eddie juts his bottom lip out, mock pouting at you.
“Yes, please, I’ll be such a good girl, please?” You’re so desperately turned on that you aren’t above begging, you’ll take anything they’ll give you at this point.
“Mmm… I don’t think so, princess. If you wanna cum, you know what to do.” Eddie snaps the fingers on his free hand, pointing at the pillow underneath you. His hips thrust into Steve’s hand, a moan you want to fucking swallow leaving his plush lips. “Oh fuck, that’s so good Steve. I’m so fucking close.”
You whimper as your hips pick up speed, subconsciously matching the pace of your boyfriend’s hands as they jerk each other off. Steve leans his head down so he can spit on Eddie’s already slick cock, you watch as he uses his thumb to mix it with the pearly white precum leaking from his lip. You weren’t sure before if you could cum like this or not, but how hot they look and they way they’re talking is quickly changing your mind.
“God, me too babe, fuck. Don’t stop.”
They’re so fucking hot. The way their forearms flex while they work each other with their hands, the beads of sweat collecting on their skin. Steve’s chest hair glistens and the hastily done bun Eddie threw his hair in is barely hanging on for dear life. You grab onto the end of the pillow, pulling it tighter between your legs, this new angle has the silk of the case hitting your clit in a new, more delicious way.
“Open your fucking mouth, baby girl. Stick your tongue out.” Eddie’s voice is strained, breathy grunts leaving his lips. You oblige, sticking your tongue out as far as it can go and looking up at them through your lashes. Your hips continue their assault on the pillow and you feel yourself getting close to the edge.
“Oh, good fucking girl, look at you. You’re so desperate. Just want us to paint you with our cum, huh? You’re so needy you’re gonna cum just from humping your pillow and watching us get off? You’re so pathetic baby.” Steve’s practically babbling now, his entire body shaking with pleasure. Eddie feels so good and you look so fucking sexy and it’s all too much. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Fuck, me too.” Eddie moans.
You watch as their hands speed up, their bare chests heaving. Steve lets out a guttural groan and his body tenses as ropes of his cum shoot out onto your tongue and chin. Eddie follows suit, his own cum painting your tits. The sight of them coming undone for each other and the sounds they’re making combined with the taste and feeling of their cum sends you over the edge right with them. Your eyes roll back as your legs clamp shut around the pillow and a pornographic moan rips through you.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. I’m about to get hard again just from watching that I swear.” Eddie swipes his thumb across your chin, collecting some of the combined juices and your eyes snap open just in time to see him licking the cum off of his digit.
“Dude. When are you not hard? Seriously. Baby, how are you doing? Wanna get cleaned up? I can make us all a nice bath.” Steve grabs your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was always so gentle with you after you played like this.
“Mmm… that sounds nice and all Stevie… but I think I like Eddie’s idea of getting hard again a little more… then maybe a bath after?” You bite your lip as you look up at him eagerly. You still want them so bad.
“Fuck. Yes. What do you say, Steveeee? I think our girl deserves a little reward after she took her punishment so well…”
“You two are insatiable.. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear…..”
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poppy-metal · 5 months
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i have THOTS about Jordan and i feel like you would understand them the best so:
GOOD LORD imagine giving them head like properly putting in the effort and the time to give them the best head ever, and they keep stopping themselves from cumming every time they are close because this feels too fucking good so they are basically using your mouth to edge themselves, and at some point the pleasure is just so so much that- they shift form without realizing- and they stare down at you like oh shit i'm sorry but their eyes roll back when you don't bat an eye and just go back to it like nothing changed and the pleasure is too good that they just let it go and come in your mouth because you have been such a good girl letting them use you like that😩
alternatively it would also be kind of funny that you have to hold back a little laugh because depending on the situation your mouth gets suddenly really empty, your face kind of falls forward and your tongue is swirling around nothing?? you were sure there was something there before wtf? that- or you get suddenly and quite unexpectedly chocked and deep-throated by a big cock and okay let's be honest maybe you need a second to catch your breath as Jordan is spewing apologies above you
i will cry because they praise you so much when you eat them out, their good girl, letting them use you hhhh. letting them rub their pussy over your tongue and whining into them. they have a hand cupped around your neck, half to hold you in place, half so they can rub their fingers into your nape soothingly. feels so good to make them feel good and you look so pretty with your lips all puffy and abused and when you wrap your lips around their clit, their knees tremble and they get overwhelmed and the sight of you pulling that tight bud into your mouth, eyes hazy like you're in your own little world, pleased as punch to be serving them, it makes them want to fill your mouth up even more and that's when it happens - the shift.
suddenly your mouth is stretched and full and you pull back in shock, and jordans so apologetic, because they'd kinda done it without really thinking about it, sitting up to cup your face like they might have hurt you. you just smile because it was a suprise but not an unpleasant one, "you want my mouth still? on your cock?" and they shudder, you're so sweet, the sweetest girl really, always willing to please and they kinda wanna mess you up about it. just a little.
"yeah," they murmur, thumb stroking your lower lip, running over your tongue when it peeks out to give their thumb a lick, "wanna see you with your mouth full. you look so fucking good, baby."
your cunt throbs and you're more than happy to oblige, mouth dropping to sink over the cock you love to worship so much, filling you so full already. you moan around the thick intrusion, and jordan groans so deep it sends another jolt right to your clit, not helped by how they reach down to flutter their hand around your throat, ringed fingers feathering over the skin there, and you realize they're feeling where their cock fills you there when they press deep.
"shit." they grunt, spreading their thighs wider so they have a better view of you, both hands now coming up to cradle your head as they pump down your throat. face flushed and eyes dark and wild, "gonna cum -"
you take it all, of course. swallowing around their cock as they spill, drinking it all down. you barely have time to let them slip out before they've shifted again, and soft hands are pulling you up, feminine soft lips devouring your mouth. "god, you're so fucking hot - how are you so hot? jesus." yanking you under them till their necklace is glancing off your nose, then dangling above you as they grin down. "that princess cunt s'probably crying, huh? can't have that."
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usergrantaire · 4 months
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some gilded age s2 episode 5 thots
- oh larry 💀 don’t worry man you’ll be over it in a month
- omg turner mrs winterton duke dinner sabotage???
- im so desperate to know more about maud like if she is a lesbian or not
- ada’s moving so fast with the reverend….. i want her to be happy but knowing jf this can’t possibly end well 😵‍💫
- i trust erica armstrong dunbar but why do i get the feeling something awful is going to happen while peggy is in the south
- finally some larry/marian interaction, we’ve been starved
- naur not agnes ambushing the reverend
- “we both love ada” “then stop being so selfish” ma’am are you HEARING yourself 😭
- no, deaths and injuries do not always have to be “part of it”, mr russell 🤡
- noooooo gladys baby where’s your chemise omg 😭 and the historical accuracy is usually so good too
- oh bertha is already setting gladys up to be sold off to the duke
- “don’t decide anything without talking to marian first” im sorry but what would MARIAN know??? she got strung along and ended up dumped by a gold digger
- ah so mrs roebling is masquerading as mr roebling
- “he preaches savagery and violence to bring about political change” well historically nothing else has been quite as effective 😬 sooooo
- keep unionising babes remember that you don’t need the boss but the boss sure as fuck needs you
- patrick page has truly carved out a niche for himself playing daddy capitalism huh
- oh oscar’s gonna ruin himself trying to help maud
- con artist maud??? she could still be a lesbian it’s just irrelevant to the scamming
- ugh mcneil just let watson or collier or whoever the fuck he is speak to flora
- bertha’s really going to sell gladys to a duke just to get back at mrs winterton isn’t she lol
- does anyone need this many footmen at a single dinner
- julian fellowes LOVES a soup sabotage subplot
- AMBER GRAY!!!!!!
- never have so many talented singers been hired not to sing omg
- nobody takes this show seriously anyway give us a musical episode lmfao
- poor mr winterton a hot young wife isn’t all it’s cracked up to be is it
- yupppp i called it (peggy in the south)
- we’re finally getting to the “gilded” part of the show with the rich white people soup sabotage nonsense followed by a chaser of terror and violence
- oh foreshadowing when marian asks ada if she has no doubts
- she’s gonna jilt dashiell at the altar i can feel it
- i love maud beaton’s increasingly crazy hats so much
- leave it to agnes to make a dramatic entrance
and that’s it for the week folks see y’all next week
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Sitting down to watch Dario Argento's Il Fantasma dell'Opéra (1998) starring Julian Sands for the first time.
Also in case anyone who sees this didn't know, Julian, our beloved rat man, is currently missing. He (an experienced mountaineer) went missing during a hike on Mount Baldy in California two weeks ago, so please let's pray for him and his family.
Anyway, PSA's aside, let's get into what i know is going to be an incredibly bizarre trip.
I watched Inferno right before this. Dario Argento loves rats, huh?
This Opera house is gorgeous.
Oh good she covered her tits
Whoa, intense. Right off the bat.
I feel like this Phantom, more than any other, really earns his Parisisn Sewer Man status
The blood in this is much better than in Suspiria. I was worried it would be oil paint again
Oh Raoul's only a Baron here. Dario downgraded him.
Dubbing still sucks though. Nice to know some things never change
Love how no matter what incarnation, Carlotta always has some obsequious weirdo following her around
This gore is amazing. That thumb? 🤌🏻
Oh he is suphhhhherbly creepy I love it
Feral Grunge Phantom is feral
"Oh you like my smell? Well do you want my scarf? Go ahead take it. Yeah, you can masturbate with that if you want"
This is insane, but I love it
This is where my sister tapped out
Asia Argento is really Christine Daaé's Edgy Thot era
Oh this is our Raoul? Ew. Gross. Give me rat man, please
Oof. Friend. Zoned.
Something tells me things are not gonna end well for these nosy Opera house employees
I'M NOT A PHANTOM, I'M A RAT. Iconic.
Oh he's so homicidal. Impaling!
Baby girl (not Christine) you are going to be murdered just deal with it.
Okay I enjoy gratuitous murder, but this whole sequence is totally superfluous
Love the ballet girls running into Christine's dressing room a la the first chapter of the book with the girls running to Sorelli.
Actually Asia Argento is kind of exactly how I imagined La Sorelli.... she's just got that kind of face. You know, whore face. Hence Du Barry.
Oh this rooftop is very pretty. And very fake looking.
I can't even describe to you what I just saw.
Okay her lip-synching is prrretty terrible
Raoul's brother looks like Mephistopheles
This bathhouse scene... choices were made
Well I'll say this, I think this is the only version I've seen that really captures Raoul's emotional instability
Rat man gets points for his woodchipper policy on child predators.
Dario really decided to run with the whole rat catcher thing... again, choices were made
Not into the fact that Ratrik doesn't row her across the lake himself. That's vakuable eye-fucking real estate wasted
What's that noise? Oh nothing, just the Phantom of the Opera pounding his organ
Yes! Finally! A version of this damn story where they actually get to fuck!
Those are silk sheets. Even Rat Phantom has drip
AND he's telling her his back story himself! This would be more poignant if he had the deformity, but I'll let it slide
Oh my gosh, I know this still ends tragically, but actually seeing a Phantom get to hold Christine naked in bed, in afterglow is so incredibly healing to me.
Also all of these boudoir shots are incredibly pretty
Oh, is the maid the costume designer from Opera? I thought I recognized her.
Love how all of the costumes in Carlotta's dressing room are obviously too small for her
Okay Dario, you needed to dial this back just a little
I would like a gif of shirtless Julian sands sledgehammering that support pillar
This is of course one of the biggest versions for inflating the casualties in the chandelier crash
Oh I like that they actually had Gounod conducting! That's a book pull!
See, now I'm very annoyed that I have to take back some of the points he earned killing that child predator for this very rapey behavior. Pick a lane, Dario!
I could edit this into a decent version
"She's the Phantom's whore!" You betcha
Girl, will you make up your mind?
Kinda feel bad for Raoul here, he's gotta be terribly confused
This is kind of dumb, he should have just gotten into the boat with them
Supremely glad he got to kill the rat-catcher
I do love the music in this movie though. Really beautiful. Oh. Ennio Morricone. That explains it.
Ok all in all conceptually I prefer this version to, say the Charles Dance one.
But Dario just had to put his toe over the line just a few too many times, didn't he? We could have done without the boob-threat scene with Carlotta and the bizarre steam-punk rat-catching machine, and the rapey-ness obviously and I'd have called it good. As it is... we'll call it passable.
Watch it for the boudoir scene and the superbly handled gore if for nothing else.
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I'm so glad oc stood her ground w her mom,boy the ways I wanna torture that bitch!....I.FUCKING.HATE.HER also her sorry for nothing father can also go die,cant tae support her siblings?how much younger are they cant they get married off soon(in 5 years)the whole part where that asshole was saying all that shit about how oc should've been grateful and all my skin fucking crawled,if he's working for gyu then he probably knows about the rape,doesn't everyone in the castle?(they just dont see for
forcing himself as something so bad,and even what she's there for),Ik kai apologized but he also said he's thoughtless without meaning to like yk what no,if you care even a little bit about anyone's feeling but your own then you would actually stfu when your bestfriend is telling you to stop multiple times,even if you still think you're right your bff is someone who's judgement you should take into consideration even if you dont end up changing your mind,this is the only time I didn't like kai
like kai that much,I actually thought wouldn't it be great to just date kai then realizing he's gonna drop dead before you can blink and he might even be similar to lord soobin,soob isnt a bad person as far as we've seen he might even someone's adorable lil bro like kai but he can't protect,he might not want to and kai might,but wouldnt that just make kai stupid. the endind bro,okay there's a good chance he's working for gyu but what if,what if he's just another asshole who'd like a "taste"🤢
also Idk how the smuts with tae will happen if oc is kidnapped(successfully that is)by gyu and his bitchboy. also even tho gyu is calculative and "patient" now do you really think he'll stay this in control himself forever? it might take years but he's gonna abuse her physically too man what do you think? also my last thot is i like tae quite a bit now(even tho i wanna slap him too)i dont know how to stop loving prince gyu but im so disgusted by him lmao
yeah the parents in this story really take the cake huh? taehyun can't help the siblings because they're married already and living with their husbands in lands that the royal family controls. they can't just all up and leave with their entire households and lose everything
idk if jaeyun knows about the rape but this story takes place back when it was the lord's right to be with his female subjects if he pleases and rape wasn't really as well defined as it is now so they probably see it as, while not a good thing, but not as morally reprehensible as it is now. still not an excuse of course but basically they see that oc belongs to the prince anyway and that she's lucky he's even pampering her that much
yeah kai would not be able to hold off gyu lmao really only taehyun or like gyu's father or brother could potentially stand up to him so he'd be fucked. also he's sweet but not really what oc needs. and yeah soobin is not a necessarily bad character but he's protecting his own hide
ughhhh no let's hope it's not 🤢 imagine if he thought that since she's already "ruined" he could have her too
well i made the smut scene happen with gyu without him being physically there so you don't know what i can come up with lmao and yeah you're right. in abusive situations, the abuser doesn't typically just "get better" they always relapse 😕
i can't stop loving him either. i'm the one in the abusive relationship not oc 😭
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c0ffeeb1ack · 3 years
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the hargreeves at the end of s2: time to go home to 2019, which will be exactly the same as how we left it, since clearly none of the fucking insane shit we did in the 60s will have affected the timeline at all whatsoever :)
the sparrows:
the hargreeves:
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Laisse tomber les filles 6
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).
This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.
Note: We’re in the lion’s den now, thots.
Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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You lost yourself in your notes for your History of Print class. The subject was dull, not true history, more so the anatomy of the press and the amount of prints issued from year to year. It was much unlike the description for the course but it was too late to change now.
You bent over the coffee table as you scribbled in a notebook. You were distracted enough by your effort to understand the significance of all the numbers that you didn’t think much on the noise of dishes in the kitchen. You sat up and yawned as you rubbed your forehead.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Lee intoned and you winced as you noticed his figure in the doorway.
“Hm, what time is it?” you went to check your watch but realised you’d forgotten it.
“Just after five, honey,” he said, “you been working hard.”
“Oh,” you closed your notebook around your ballpoint pen and stood, “is dinner ready then?”
“It is,” he smiled and raised his arm over his head to lean on the wood, “I even made us a special dessert.”
“Really, um, thank you,” you neared and he shifted sideways to let you through, his elbow still planted on the frame. 
You brushed against him as you entered the dining room, the table set for two and the light overhead turned low as a candle burned below. You went to a chair and Lee pulled it out before you could. You sat and looked over the red cloth and shining utensils anxiously. The roasted chicken steamed next to the French cut beans and seasoned potatoes.
“It smells good,” you offered as he sat across from you.
“I hope it is,” he said, “found an old recipe book in the attic and… not as easy as it looks.”
You picked up your fork and knife and cut into the chicken breast. It was juicy despite his doubts and you popped in a chunk of potato as you kept your mouth busy. You didn’t have much to say and you really just wanted to go. It was peaceful enough not studying in your loud dormitory but not much easier given your company.
“You like it?” he asked as he swallowed a mouthful.
“Mmm, very good,” you said behind your napkin, “thank you.”
📚
You finished up the sugary cake topped with strawberries. You stood carefully as you gathered up the dish and fork but Lee was quick. Despite his size, he was around the side of the table in an instant.
“I got it,” he insisted.
You let him take the saucer and he retrieved his own on his way to the kitchen. You stood tenuously by the table and pulled your lip down with your teeth as you thought. Would it be too soon to ask to go home?
You stood in a trance as his shadow blurred in your vision again and you were only shaken as he approached you. He touched your shoulder, his thumb rubbing the blouse as he gazed down at you. You looked up at him for a second then swiftly away.
“Y’alright, honey?” he asked.
“Just thinking,” you said, “sorry.”
“Don’t needa be,” his hand slipped down your arm and covered yours. 
You winced as he led you around the table and sat blindly in his chair. You gawked at him dumbly as he brought the back of your hand to his mouth and kissed it. He kept you in a vice even as you tried to pull away.
“That was sweet cake but not as sweet as you,” he purred.
“It’s late,” you said weakly, “I should pack up my stuff--”
“It’s Saturday,” he tugged on you, “why you in such a hurry?”
“I’m not, I just… don’t want to impose,” you murmured.
“Nah, you ain’t,” he grinned as he grabbed your other hand, “come here.”
“I dont’... what are you--” you gasped as his hands went to your hips and he pulled you closer as he pushed the chair back, “sir, I--”
“Lee, but sir if you must,” he hummed as he guided you closer, his knee pressing between yours, “just sit with me, honey.”
He urged you down and you caught yourself on his shoulders. You straddled his leg awkwardly as you collapsed onto him and found your skirt riding up around his thick thigh. You gasped softly as he framed your chin with his hand but kept his other firmly on your hip.
“S--Lee,” you sputtered, “please…”
“What, I just wanna be close to ya, talk a little,” he said, “this really is nice on ya.”
He played with the little belt loop on the skirt. Your weight rested heavily on your crotch and a peculiar pressure built as you kept your toes on the floor. You tried to ease off of him as much as you could.
“So you readin’ a new book for this club?” he asked as he dragged his fingertips down your cheek and stared at your lips.
“Well, um… can I please get up?” you asked.
“I asked you a question, honey,” his voice hardened, “you might be a quiet one but I do expect some courtesy.”
“I… just a book called The Bell… Jar,” you began, “it’s different, sad, grim.”
You felt awkward, sat on his thigh like you would a horse, and his eyes following the movement of your lips. His tongue poked out as he nodded and his fingertips poked against the skirt. His other hand crept along the top of your blouse and fluttered behind your neck.
“You like sad stories?” he asked.
“They feel real,” you said as he urged you forward and your neck ached as you tried to resist his strength, “but I like other… ones. L--”
He forced you against him, your hands crushed to his chest as he growled along your lips. He nibbled and moved your pelvis back then guided it back forward. The friction along your panties made you squirm and he flicked his tongue along your lips.
You tried to shake your head but he kept your head still and prodded more urgently. He rocked your hips again and you mumbled into his mouth as you opened yours. His tongue dove inside without hesitation and you dug your nails into his button-up. As your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you felt a flurry in your core unlike anything you’d ever felt.
You pushed your hands up to his shoulders and he hugged you closer. His palm slid across your ass and he stretched his fingers along the plaid fabric. He kneaded you hungrily as he tilted your hips more fervently. Tendrils trickled down your thighs and crawled up your spine. 
You moaned around his tongue as you quivered in his grasp. His strength was inescapable and something about the tickle inside you made it even more difficult. He grabbed your chin again and forced your mouth away from his. He gripped you tightly and made you look at him, his blue eyes fiery but dark.
You closed your eyes and groaned. You bit your lip as you tried to resist the building heat and squeezed his thighs between yours. You slapped his shoulder as your stomach pressed to his and he turned his hand to poke a finger in your mouth.
“Look at me, honey,” he rasped.
You shook your head, or tried to, and he pressed down on your tongue.
“Look at me,” he snarled and your lashes snapped open, “that’s it. This isn’t so bad, is it?”
Your lips closed around his finger as you teared up in a panic. Why did you feel like this? Your mind said you didn’t want it and yet your body felt electric. You were confused and horrified by your own flesh.
“Is it, huh?” he cooed, “look at you, riding me like that… I thought you was sweet, girl.”
You panted and sucked on his finger without thinking as your eyes rolled back. He hummed and moved you fast, pushing down so even more pressure settled between your legs. You latched onto his collar and bit down on his finger. He grunted but kept it there.
“Come on, honey,” he said, “you’re almost there.”
You whined and your legs quaked as you were overcome by waves of heat and then a flood of icy waves. You grabbed his wrist and tore his hand from your mouth as you cried out and threw your head back. You rode him on your own will, chasing the high until it faded.
You stilled at last and covered your face. You shook your head and muttered in shame. He lightly took your wrists and drew your hands down. You couldn’t look at him as you felt the wetness in your underwear.
“Why you hidin’?” he asked in a smoky voice.
“What did you--”
“Did it hurt, honey?” he interjected, “did I hurt you?”
“N… no,” you admitted, “but I don’t know… that’s never… happened to me before.”
“You mean, you never… came before?”
“Came?” you squinted.
“Orgasmed,” his lips twitched, “you never even tried to touch yourself?”
“Please, I don’t wanna say,” you gulped.
“You don’t gotta be ashamed, not with me,” he ran his hand up and down your back, “it was nice, right?”
You dropped your chin and nodded. Your lip trembled but you held back the tears. You were humiliated and helpless.
“Can I get up, please?” you asked.
He inhaled and rubbed your arms, “sure, honey, you go on get up… and get cleaned up.”
You stood unsteadily and reached back to hold yourself up against the table. He chuckled and looked down at his slacks. There was a wet smear along his grey pants but more overtly, his crotch was tented as his arousal pressed against the fabric.
“Look at the mess you made,” he touched the spot with his fingers.
“You made me--”
“You let me, honey,” he said as he stood and adjusted his belt, “you want it. We both heard you.”
“I…” you breathed, “but…”
“You hardly tried to get up,” he rebuked, “I’ma show you so much, honey pie, you just gotta relax.”
You stared at him but when his eyes held yours for too long, you had to look away. You squirmed and fixed your skirt.
“May I use your bathroom?” you said.
“Best you do,” he pointed through the front room, “just under the stairs.”
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comradekatara · 3 years
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sorry if you've already answered something like this! I couldnt find anything on ur blog. what do u think the gaang (plus the fire nation girls) would think abt astrology and/or what do you think their signs would be? thank you hope u have a good day! :)))
i feel like i must've made a post abt this at some point, but i can't be bothered to find it, and this is the closest i could get to finding a post talking abt their star signs. anyway here are their #thots on astrology:
aang: thinks it's fun. isn't obsessed the way some of his friends are, but he likes reading his horoscope and knowing what signs his friends are
sokka: thinks it's bullshit and is vehemently against anything to do with astrology. astrology culture is like if u combined the worst parts of religion and pyramid schemes??? and worst of all, it's so offensive to actual math & astronomy, which are out there being sexy as hell and don't deserve to be associated with this inanity!
katara: obsessed with astrology. is always calculating ppls birth charts the second she meets them and is like "omg it makes so much sense that u have brown eyes most sags i know have brown eyes" (and sokka's like "and also.... it's a dominant gene?" but of course she just shushes him). she has genuinely considered dumping guys before bc their star signs weren't compatible. the only time she has ever came close to disavowing astrology is when she realized that she and zuko share a sign. disgusting! sokka actually found that pretty funny tho. he was like "ok maybe there's some truth in this after all..." just to piss her off (and it worked)
toph: fuck astrology!!!! nobody tells toph beifong what to do, not even the stars!!
suki: likes asking katara questions about her birth chart because it's fun to listen to someone else try to describe you while pretending to be completely objective and impartial. she finds it hilarious how angry it makes sokka to see her take even a passing interest in astrology. he claims she's "enabling katara"
zuko: katara got him rly into it and now he's obsessed. he 100% takes stock in horoscopes, as much as sokka tries to explain to him how and why it's all bullshit. and he's like "mhmm, mhmm, cogent points, intelligently thought out, very reasonable." and sokka's like "okay.... so you agree...?" and zuko's just like "the capricorn jumped out. like. u WOULD say that lmfao" and sokka's like "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE"
ty lee: isn't actually sure whether or not she "believes" in astrology but it can be super fun to talk about it like it's real. especially when sokka is around. he'll walk into the room and she'll be like "bad day, huh?" (sokka is almost always having a "bad day," so this is an extremely easy guess) and he's like "yeah i guess so" and she's like "you know why that is, right?" ("uh yeah, because these idiots–") "it's because mercury is in retrograde." and just like that, she makes his already bad day ten times worse <3 she's such a good friend <3
mai: is team astrology is bullshit with sokka, naturally. ty lee is fine with this, she doesn't rly care, and katara would expect nothing less from mai anyway, but zuko actually gets really offended whenever mai is like "no i don't believe that the planets can affect my personality or whatever. do u not even hear how dumb that sounds" he's just like "well of course you don't believe in ANYTHING you don't CARE you're so DISAFFECTED you think you're too good for us, don't you????" and when mai points out that sokka feels the exact same way and zuko never gets on his case about it, zuko's like "well.... it's also the way you say it. like, you sort of speak in this monotone?? and it can be very grating... so maybe if you just... changed your voice..... then you wouldn't be so annoying...." and mai's like "are you serious right now." and zuko's like "just. consider it .)"
azula: of course she doesn't believe in astrology. what is she, an imbecile?? you may as well believe that the moon landing wasn't faked. suckers
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Check In (Intrulogical)
A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!
Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.
Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort
Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.
The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?
He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.
“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.
“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.
“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”
“We are not friends.”
“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”
Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”
“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.
“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.
Remus frowned. “No, actually.”
“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”
“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.
“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?
“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”
“...what about?”
Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”
Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”
“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.
“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”
“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”
“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.
Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”
“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”
“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”
“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”
“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”
“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.
“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”
“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”
Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”
“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.
Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.
“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”
That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”
“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”
“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”
“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”
Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”
Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”
“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.
“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.
The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.
“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”
“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.
“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.
“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”
“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”
Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”
“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”
Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”
“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.
“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”
“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”
“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”
“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.
“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”
The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”
The duke���s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.
“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.
“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.
Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.
Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”
“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”
“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.
“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.
“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“...Lo?”
“Yes…?”
“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.
The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”
“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”
“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”
“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”
Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”
“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”
That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”
“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.
“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.
“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”
Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”
Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”
“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”
“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”
The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”
The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”
“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”
Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”
Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.
“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.
“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”
“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”
“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”
Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”
“The Coraline thing?-”
“The thing before the Coraline request.”
“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.
“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.
“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”
Logan nodded slowly.
“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”
The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.
Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.
Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.
The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
**The next morning**
Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.
He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?
Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”
The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”
“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.
“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”
“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”
Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”
“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.
The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”
The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”
“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”
Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”
“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”
Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-
“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.
“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.
“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”
The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”
“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”
Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.
“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.
“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”
“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”
“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”
“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”
Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”
Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”
The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”
Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”
The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”
The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”
Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”
Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.
Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”
Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”
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Wearing THAT
[Dewey Finn X Female Reader]
Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You have a really hard time saying exactly what you want... Masterlist Next
Word count: 3.1k words (no beta) 
Warning(s): 17+ | teasing, lots of teasing and boners, lap sitting, near nudity, touching
AN: only Thots here, thots about Dewey Finn also is Ned British? He's British in my head
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This was some sort of test. It had to be. God was testing him through you and you were not playing fair. It’s a costume party not a competition, you pompous little sycophant. And yet he can’t help but tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not even anywhere near his throat but why else would he feel so constricted? It’s certainly not because of you…
You walked into his shared apartment wearing that and you had no idea the effect it had on him. 
Dewey watches you sling an arm around Ned and kiss Patty’s cheek in greeting. “Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me, I’ve been dying to put this on.” 
“Oh you look lovely,” Patty coos. She plucks at one of the plastic leaves on your corset. “Did you make this?! It’s so intricate.” 
You bark out a laugh. “Oh hell no! I have this cousin, right? And him and his fiancé own this shop where they make costumes for movies and theatre and if you pay ‘em right, ‘personal use.’ And they don’t ask questions what ain’t their business either.” 
“Well, I’m sold.” Ned raises his beer for a toast and Patty clinks it with her bottle of mysterious green juice. “Prost! What’s the name of the shop? Wanna see if they’re online– you know, for... support.” 
“Ned,” Patty swatted his empty hand (no need to be shy, we already know they’re freaky). 
You pat your friends on their backs and take a step towards the kitchen. “Gonna get myself a beer.” 
“Oh honey you don’t have to do that. Dewey!” The man in question nearly covered himself in his own drink when he heard his name. “Be a good host and get this lady her beer!” 
“Yes captain,” Dewey salutes and Patty can do nothing but glare in her Star Trek yellow shirt costume. Original series, of course, nothing but the best for Patricia Di Marco. 
Dewey takes a hold of the moment he has his back to you to take deep, calming breaths. He will not let this be the end of him. Your friendship means so much more to him than that and a little fancy green corset was not going to make him fuck things up with you. 
He’s ready for you when he hands you your beer. Your one arm hug is appreciated because he’s sporting a bit of wood and he’d hate to find out your corset isn’t thick enough to hide it– or god forbid you feel him on your thigh. And god, your thighs… those sheer green nylon tights were doing unspeakable things to him. Maybe if he kept you close and kept your legs out of his peripherals he could make it through the night without embarrassing himself. 
Or maybe not. 
“Are yoooouuu a college student?,” you ask and point at his inconspicuous clothes. 
“Actually– ” he opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal another shirt with a superman logo on it and buttons it back up clumsily as you laugh. “Ssshhh! Don’t tell anybody. Protect my secret.” 
“Of course,” you giggle. God you feel good hanging off him– usually he loves how physical you are but he has to figure out a way to keep his distance without offending you and quickly. “You like mine?” 
The way you pick up a thick swirling red lock and direct his attention to the very thing he’s trying not to look at is killing him. Of course you look even better up close. The leaves of your corset give the thing depth and texture, your gloves are fingerless and go over your elbows, and your heels are high, like make- him- feel- his- below- average- height high. 
“I like these.” Dewey plucks at the ring of leaves at the top of your gloves. It’s a way to keep his mind off your everything else. “Did you dye your hair?” 
“It’s a wig.” You tug on the top and then the bottom, wincing a little. “Sew in, so don’t go snatch it.” 
“I would never!” 
“Poison Ivy, eh? Think that’s one of Dewey’s favorites,” Ned blabs. 
Dewey sends him a death glare so powerful Ned chokes on his beer but you’re looking at your Spock-dressed friend so you can’t see it. 
“Oh, really?” You return your gaze to Dewey and say, “well you must be loving this, then.” 
Dewey swallows. No words come to him and there is nothing to stop the awkward silence that follows. You appear unbothered by it, maintaining eye contact as you smile almost knowingly… 
“We should play twister,” he says with the most unsure voice ever. 
“We don’t even have twister,” Patty mumbled. “Come on, there are like twenty other games setup, let’s play!” 
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Dewey gives it a minute and when he’s free from you, he catches Ned by his pointy green ear and drags him into the hall. “Hey? What the fuck are you doing?” 
“Whah– what are you talking about?” Ned slaps at the hand fisted in his shirt but Dewey doesn’t budge. 
“You can’t just go telling people I’m into them, dude! Do you know how close you came to giving me away?!”
Ned scoffed. “Her? I hardly think she’s ignorant to your feelings, you’re not like that Steven from Austin fellow.” 
“– Are you talking about stone cold Steve Austin?"Dewey buries his face in his hands- "It’s his last name, not his birthplace–” 
“And besides…” Ned peeks around the corner to see you in the middle of some sort of posing game. Everybody's trying to take the form of some sort of vehicle, and you've got Chloe in a headlock and Vance's leg in the other hand. Ned never got to finish his thought because someone dropped a huge bowl of popcorn and that too became a game of ‘how many can you eat off the floor before Patty cleans it up.’ Ned’s got to help and he’s got to help now. 
Dewey finds himself on the couch with his fifth beer of the evening. Vance, Jeremiah, and Chloe are talking baseball stats when suddenly Dewey’s vision is filled with green and red just before you sit down. Right between his legs. He unconsciously scoots up to make room for you and before he catches on to your game, you nestle into his space by the arm of the couch and sling your legs across his like you belong there. 
Ok, something is definitely up with you. 
Would he describe you as cuddly? A little. Perhaps a more appropriate word would be… hands on. Long before he started wanting more than friendship with you, you two were always just touching. Your presence and your love language was physical. Dewey never felt like you were invading his personal space or overstepping his boundaries because he simply had none with you and the feeling was mutual. But this was something else. Something that wasn’t there before. 
Was it him? Was he fucking up his perfectly in sync companionship with you because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or (his heart for that matter)? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you closer or push you flat on your ass right now. 
You were listening to Chloe chew Vance out for hating Gritty the mascot when you felt Dewey plant a hand on your forehead. “Hey, are you feeling ok?” 
You gently shake him off and raise a single eyebrow. He seems serious, his voice gone all soft and making you feel gooey inside. 
“You just seem… I dunno,” he fumbles, “do you want me to take you home after this?”
Hellooooo opening! “Actually, can I stay here tonight?” 
“Yeah, of course.” Fuck, who said that? Dewey? Ah, shit… 
 “Thanks,” oh oh you should not be rubbing his thigh right now… “I think I’ll go change here in a minute.”
Oh please do, please please puh-leeaaase–  
~
After a brilliant movie drinking game (which Dewey tapped out of), the crowd began to disband. 24 became 20, then 18, then 12. You went out to your car to grab your overnight stuff and Dewey was hoping for a brief reprieve from the assault of your visage. He just needed a few more people to leave so he can sequester himself and rub one out– you know, get his head straight. Ever since you left his lap he’s been rock hard, there’s not enough blood flowing to his brain. The guest count is down to 3– 2 with you in your car, and he can’t wait anymore. 
Dewey slipped into the only bathroom in the house and prayed to god nobody noticed him. He barely got his hand wrapped around his shaft when Patty’s fist banged on the door demanding he help clean up. Sulking and agitated, Dewey managed to calm down while cleaning up red solo cups, glass beer bottles, cans, and small pocket sized objects that would need to be returned to the guests after their hangovers subsided (no keys, thankfully, everybody’s got a DD). His “predicament’ is nearly forgotten when you finally return with a bundle of clothes, disappear into the bathroom and reemerge in loose sleepwear with your makeup wiped clean and uh… braless. 
You catch him looking. Dewey– surprisingly sober after he gave up drinking half way through his sixth beer– does nothing short of raise a slightly irritated eyebrow at you. “Cold in here, huh?” 
“Shut up. You know how uncomfortable it is to sleep in a bra?” 
You help him collect a couple bottles that rolled under the couch and walk with him down to Ned’s car. Patty would sort the recyclables from the trash in the morning (late morning, she did a couple rounds of tequila shots thanks to you). It’s almost like the party never happened; you’re shooting the shit again and everything is right in the world. He’s got no ulterior reaction to putting a hand on your hip– that’s just a normal thing in your perfectly platonic relationship. God, he really must have been imagining things, he was beginning to think you were actually trying to flirt with him! 
Ned’s bent over the kitchen sink with Patty and holding her hair back. He looks up as you enter the apartment and shakes his head. You and Dewey make yourself scarce by slipping into the shared bathroom to hide. You try to giggle quietly as Dewey surveys the skincare products you covered the counter with. He points to your head and asks, “you wearing that to bed?” 
“It’s sewed in, I’m not taking this off for three weeks at least,” you answer. “Get my money’s worth. I can work it like my natural hair.” 
Dewey nods. You rub your arm nervously and look for something to say, something to circle back to the whole point of showing up looking like a sexed up goddess. What do guys like? Girls wearing their clothes, right? But you need to phrase it perfectly… 
“Dewey?” He looks up from the scrubby lip balm in his hands. “I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet and it… it is a little chilly in your place. Can I wear your jacket?” 
Just to bring your meaning home, you tug on his sleeve– the very jacket on his back. You don’t want just any jacket, you want that one, already warm and scented by him. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance past you like he was reluctant to comply. And yet… 
“Yeah, here.” He slips out of it with ease and drapes it over your shoulders. You miss the sigh of relief he makes when you pull the zipper closed and obscure your pebbling nipples. “Think I’m gonna go help Ned put Patty to bed.” 
Ned was a scrawny little thing and couldn’t carry her by himself, and she needed to be carried. Competitive by nature, it’s easy to talk her into virtually anything, especially if it feels like girl time. You need Patty in a deep sleep for your plans tonight (sorry not sorry). Dewey’s very sexy as he bears most of Patty’s weight. She’s clinging to Ned, arms around his neck and babbling incoherently while Dewey’s got an arm around her waist and legs, keeping Ned on his feet. You skirt ahead of them and open the bedroom door, help pull her shoes off, her captain insignia, her earrings, you even wipe the spit from her lips and the eyeliner smeared on her cheek. 
“You’re my favorite ever,” she whimpers, “I love you so much, you’re like my best friend ever…” 
You shush her gently. “You say that about everybody when you’re drunk, baby. I promise I’ll make you a fat breakfast in the morning but you gotta go to sleep now, OK?” 
Patty nods. She snuggles into her pillow just as Ned is taking up position as the big spoon when she looks back up at you and asks, “can we go for a run together?” 
You blink evenly. “Yes.” You already regret it as she smiles big and wide. It would be just your luck this is the one thing she doesn't forget in the morning.
Finally it's just you and Dewey in the hallway. It feels like you're standing between two choices: his open bedroom door and the living room. But it seems like only you can feel the weight of it. 
"Are you sure you want to stay over?," Dewey asks, "you can use my bed." 
You perk up out of your heavy mood. "Really?" 
"Yeah, I'll take the couch tonight." 
He can't possibly miss the way you instantly deflate but he's still not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "Dewey. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room." 
He shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll grab a few blankets." 
There's a storage closet in the main building with this one extra soft blanket that Dewey knows you'll love. You on the other hand have got no more patience left. Once the man leaves, you stomp your foot and decide to try one final act.
Dewey returns to the apartment to find an empty, quiet living room. Ned and Patty are in bed, but where are you? He wanders past the bathroom door because it's dark inside and checks his room. There you are reclining on his bed. He could have sworn you were wearing pants before but your legs are bare and his jacket hugs the tops of your thighs. He also could have sworn you were wearing a shirt. He finds both items folded neatly beside you with your underwear right on top. 
Oh…
This cannot be happening right now. He just survived tonight by the skin of his teeth and now you were doing this to him. He’s going to pull his hair out, going to scream, it’s so frustrating because he can’t just ask you what you want– you’ll turn the question back on him and he’ll fuck it up. He lets the blanket fall from his grip and with a heavy sigh he whispers in a weak voice, “straight answers only. What are you doing to me? Why you doin’ this?” 
You cock your head and answer leisurely, your eye drifting across the items in his room. “You know that’s not how I roll, but if you want me to address the elephant in the room: I'm naked in your bed right now." 
Against his better judgement, Dewey moves closer. "I can see that." 
One step closer and your eyes find him again. Like an invitation you lean back more, even uncross your legs but go no further. Dewey swallows his tongue and waits for you to elaborate and every second is agonizingly slow. 
"You think you can just walk around here with your pretty face and cocky little attitude like it’s nothing,” you said accusingly. 
Dewey glared at you. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” 
“Well we're in agreement then,” you’re almost sneering at him, but he knows it’s because you’re really frustrated with yourself, “I look and I touch and I feel but I don’t know, you know?” 
“Not a clue,” he sighs and sits himself beside you. He’s done trying to keep his distance. “Let’s go back to you being naked in my bed.” 
“Do you like it?” 
“Do I like it?,” he repeats incredulously. Dewey leans back on his elbow to look you over from top to bottom. You look damn good in nothing but his jacket. You’ve got the long ends of your red hair in braids that sweep down to your navel. The zipper rests tantalizingly right below your ribcage. Dewey dares to reach out a mollifying hand and give a tiny stroke to that silver keeper. He cannot bring himself to speak above a whisper as he nods, “yeah, I… I like it.” 
The tension leaves your shoulders and you wear a small grin. “It’s not too late to take it back. Say no, and I’ll put my clothes back on and sleep on the couch like none of this ever happened. This,” you point between the two of you, “doesn’t change unless we want it to.” 
… this was real. In answer, Dewey’s chin wrinkles and he watches his finger travel upwards, drawing a light line up the expanse of your chest between your breasts to feel you shiver at his touch. Thing is he doesn’t want to say no, but wouldn’t it be better? Safer? He asks the question he’s been dying to know all night. “What do you want from me?” 
“Whatever I can get,” you answer truthfully. “Whatever you’ll allow. Don’t trouble yourself with labels and things ‘cause what we have has always been so much more than that.” 
Dewey feels a weight lift off of his chest. His hand works around your waist and drags you closer, halfway under him and he rests his perspiring forehead on your breastbone. Whatever happens next happens, for better or for worse. 
You’re not troubled when Dewey moves the jacket to expose one of your breasts, however you are taken aback when he bites you. You barely manage to stifle your yelp when you feel him growl against your flesh and the sound vibrates straight to your core. Dewey drags his head up and stares you dead in the eye as he kneads your savaged breast. 
“All night,” he growls, “all fucking night for this? We could have done this ages ago. The salon, the drive in, Chloe’s cat’s birthday– grocery shopping last week. But no, instead you pick a party full of people and you’ve had me riled up for hours.” 
Dewey pinches your hardened peak and you keen. “‘m sorry…” 
“No you’re not, but don’t worry: you will be.”
AN: Check Out Part 2 @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape @softbeej @imma-fucking-nerd @werwulfy
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sierrascribbles · 4 years
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first man. (mammon x reader)
anon asked: “How do u think the demon brothers would react upon finding out MC was a virgin, and then upon asking which one of them she'd pick to lose her virginity to if she had to choose, (oh but PURELY hypothetically, of course, I'm SURE none of them would even dare THINK about using that information for nefarious purposes. Surely.) MC replies, dead serious and without a single trace of irony or shame "Uh, mammon of course, who else?? Hes my first man, after all"”
AHHH this is so cute i had to. write it write away ,,,, animal crossing has taken up my one (1) braincell so i had to take a break !!! also: this kind of turned out more angsty than i thot AHAHA oops. stan mammon
   asmodeus drags you into the kitchen, a devilish grin on his face. the other brothers turn to look at him, instantly knowing what the smile on his face means: he knows something they don’t know, and he wants to hold it over their heads.
   “guess what i just found out!” he announces in a sing-song voice, draping himself over your shoulders. you feel your cheeks heating up, not knowing why your confession was such a big deal. levi was a virgin, he didn’t make a fuss over that.
   “h-hey! get your hands off them!” mammon springs out of his seat, grabbing your arm and attempting to tug you out of his brother’s grip. asmo elects to ignore him, waiting for the attention that he was sure his words would bring.
   “what is it now, asmo?” satan sighs, chin resting in his hand. 
   “did you know that our precious little human here is a virgin?” asmo’s hands around you squeeze tighter, “ah, it’s so cute i can hardly stand it!”
   you scan the room to gauge everyone’s reaction. belphie who was bringing in dinner almost drops his pot of bat-eye soup. lucifer looks amused, sitting back with a grin, satan flusters a bit, turning to look away. levi covers his face with his hands, and beel looks nonplussed. mammon looks like he’s about to explode.
   “look how flustered you make everyone, hmm?” asmo snuggles more into your neck, lips brushing against your pulse point. “i’d so love to be your first time, i’ll be gentle with you. the first time at least!” you squirm in his touch, still unsure of why this whole thing was such a big deal. 
   “o-oy! what did i say about touching them!” this time he pries asmo’s hands off of your stomach, pulling you out of his grip. asmodeus mutters insults about him under his breath, and you take your seat at the table, slapping your cheeks with your hands, willing your face to be less hot. with all the eyes on you, you doubt your blush was going down anytime soon. 
   “i don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” levi mutters, arms crossed and eyes flicking between you and the wall. “w-who cares about that kind of stuff anyways."
   “thank you,” you huff, “i just never really dated anyone, and definitely not long enough to get to third base.” 
   “so innocent! it makes my heart flutter!” asmodeus bounces over to you again, mammon staring him down as he does so. “ooh! i have a question for you...” your heart beats faster in your chest, and he leans on the back of your chair. “if you had to lose your virginity to one of us, who would it be?” the moment the words leave his lips, you hear them start to shift in their seats as they turn their full attention to you. you bite your lip, bringing your knees up to your chest as if to shield yourself from their expectant stares.
   “well?” lucifer smirks at you, “i, too, am interested in the answer.”
   “i guess if i had to choose someone to be my first...” you tap a finger to your lips, “it’d be mammon, probably. he was my first man after all!” you look over to mammon, an innocent smile on your face, and you watch a blush creep all the way up his face. 
   “him? seriously?” belphegor makes a disgusted face. “out of everyone, him?”
   “don’t be mean,” you watch as mammon tries to compose himself, the gears in his head almost visible as he sputters in his seat. “it was just a hypothetical.”
   “n-now hang on!” mammon finally gets a hold of himself, “of course they would choose me! g-good on ya, human! anyone would be lucky to have the great mammon as their first!”
   “...right.” satan clears his throat, “i’m not sure you’re in your right mind as of the moment so i’m just going to change the subject--”.
   “aw that’s not the answer i wanted to hear! but that’s okay,” he pokes your cheek, “i’ll be happy to be your second... or third... ooh now you got me all excited!” 
                                     -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
   mammon squirms against you, changing his position for the nth time that night. you elbow him, a silent plea for him to stop moving so much.
   beel had long since left, popcorn gone and need for sleep to heavy to ignore. asmo had left too, TSL being too boring for him and he grew tired of fighting with mammon for a spot cuddled up against your side. only the two of you remain, the volume on the TV low as the both of you start to drift off asleep.
   “hey,” he looks up at you from his spot on your lap, your hands absentmindedly raking through his hair. “about earlier...”
   “yes?” you reply, eyes flicking down at him before turning your head back to the TV screen. this was your favorite episode, you could hardly look away. 
   “did you really mean what you said about... about me... and being your f-first?” he screws his eyes shut, cheeks painted pink as he waits his impending rejection. rejection for him was something usual, something expected, so he doesn’t know why it hurt him so much imagining the words coming from you.
   “of course i did,” you feel your heart flutter in your chest, “you’re my first! i love your brothers so much, but you...” you smile brightly, just the thought of mammon warming you to the core like he was the spring sunshine chasing away the last snow of winter. “you’ll always be special to me, my sweet mammon.”
   mammon melts like putty at your words, his heart thumping in on overdrive, happiness welling up in his throat and threatening to suffocate him. he wasn’t used to this feeling, the feeling of being special to someone. he was used to being dissected by his brother’s words: picked apart for every flaw and shortcoming he had. sometimes he felt like he’d feel better if they ignored him in general, if he shut himself away like levi he’d have at least a bit of pride left in him. but the ugly sin he was known for wouldn’t allow that: above all he craved the attention, longed for their approval. he was greedy for love from others; a greed he knew would never be satisfied.
   until he met you. you were so kind to him he felt like he couldn’t breathe when you looked at him like you were looking through him. you loved him in spite of everything, and to hear he was your favorite? stupid, good-for-nothing, scumbag mammon had done something right for once.
   “mammon, why are you crying?” you stop stroking his hair, gazing down at him, a pout on your lips. 
   “’m not crying,” he puts his forearm over his eyes, teeth clenched hard so that he wouldn’t sob, “y-you really are stupid, huh human?”
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xsamuu · 3 years
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HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?
I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼
~Admin Rizzo
Tendou Satori
-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions
-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks
-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”
-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth
-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!
-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man
-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard
-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡
-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated
-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face
-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important
Bokuto Kōtarō
-Bokuto loves spoiling you
-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions
-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him
-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams
-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man
-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)
-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them
-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”
-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave
-they didn’t.
-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”
-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand
-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on
-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front
-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”
-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court
Kozume Kenma
-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible
-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate
-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)
-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun
-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone
-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’
-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone
-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”
-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you
-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice
-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic
-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”
-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you
-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again
-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched
-he cleared his throat
-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”
-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do
-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene
- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel
-you smirked and Kenma led you away
-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that
Kageyama Tobio
-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries
-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return
-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—
Ahem heart 🙂
-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him
-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you
-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed
-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?
-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”
-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you
-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help
-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend
-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it
-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding
-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat
-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend
-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat
-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”
-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious
-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction
-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?
-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen
-“Kags..wha—”
“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”
- “PFFT kAgS!”
Nishinoya Yū
-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you
-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie
-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy
-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left
-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance
-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY
-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first
- “can i help you.?” 
-No response :/
-You were even more irritated than before
-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you 
-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it
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-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation
-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour
- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”
-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that
-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning 
-one fucking warning 
-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt
- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”
-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got
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obscureoperations · 2 years
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What do you think of making Martin participate in not nut November? 🥴 putting him in a chastity cage maybe? Just food for thought 😏
Lmaoo! No nut--Oh.. Is it really November huh... Welp 🙃
I think that's a hilarious concept ngl. I might actually do a blurb with that sometime soon. In the meantime, a few thots on it.
I'd imagine when you first brought it up, he'd look at you like you've grown a second head. "That's really a thing?"
"Sure it is!"
"Why?
"It's just a fun challenge."
Fun.. sounds like an unnecessary inconvenience if you asked him.
He probably casually agree to it, not thinking it would be that big of a deal. "He didn't do it all the time..."
He changes his tone quickly enough when he realised, you wouldn't be touching him as well.
"Thats crazy... a whole month?"
"Yep, I think it could be.. ah.. cleansing."
At this point he had to agree, if anything just to prove a point.
"Obviously, I'm gonna do it with you!"
"You're not that's the problem..."
"What?"
"Nothing.. I said, sounds fun..."
~
Best believe on the days leaving up to the first, the boy would be all over you. The moment you awoke, he's already kissing your neck-- the moment he gets back from work, he seeks you out. Didn't help that the day just before was Halloween, the two of you would be busy with your costumes.
Of course, he tries to be slick when he approaches you completely vamped out. He knew exactly what he was doing. He couldn't deny the small flicker of pride noting how you struggled to pick your jaw up from the floor. The playful laughter as he swirls his cape.
"Spooky enough for you darling?"
The party didnt start for another hour and a half-- and if you happened to be late.. you'd be late.
In a final attempt to get you to back out, he fixes you with an innocent stare. Readjusting his cape, wiping stray bits of lip stain from his chin.
"So you're sure fine with it?"
"Fine with what Martin?"
He purses his lips slightly before glancing away. "Not being able to touch me for a whole month."
Game on.
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Yep, here for this concept 100 percent! And an actual chastity cage?! I think that might be something you'd have to resort to about two and a half--three weeks in. He'd become antsy, shamelessly attempting to get you to back out. " Can't I just touch you at least?"
"No, Martin. That's not part of the deal."
"This whole thing is dumb if you ask me.."
"Did I ask though?"
He begins to sulk around and pout more than usual.
Silly tactics just to get you to relent--or at least give in just a little. Resting his head on your lap as the two of you watched tv, nuzzling close during commercial breaks.
Staring at you from across the dinner table, casually bringing his fingers to his lips. Did he just moan?! Of course he didn't, the pizza was just really good...😂
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mikowritesgenshin · 3 years
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PROMPT LIST
↪ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ;
1. “You should’ve told me! I could’ve done something.”
2. “Then I guess there is no one else to blame.”
3. “This is really it for us, huh?”
4. “It’s better this way. We’re better off like this.”
5. “How is this all my fault?!”
6. “I’ll take all the blame like I always do.”
7. “Did you even miss me?”
8. “I wish I could believe your lies right now.”
9. “So I get replaced? Just like that?”
10. “I should’ve known someone like you don’t know how to love.”
11. “Gave you my all but it’s not enough.”
12. “Because you keep taking and taking!”
13. “I have nothing else left to give.”
14. “You left me and now you’re gonna act all worried?”
15. “Take one more step towards me and I will hurt you.”
16. “Don’t make me do this.”
17. “Was it worth it?”
18. “I don’t get you at all, your heart is too confusing.”
19. “Make up your mind before you lose me forever.”
20. “I get more scared of you everyday.”
21. “I don’t wanna lose this but. . .”
22. “I should’ve never trusted a Fatui.”
23. “We were doomed from the beginning.”
24. “I’m so sorry I never asked for this to happen. Please.”
25. “I don’t care . Go on and run to him.”
26. “I can’t lose you too.”
27. “Help? Do I look like I’m in need of your help?”
28. “It’s a shame you don’t know how to trust.”
29. “You’re a liar and you’ll never change.”
30. “My friends were right.”
31. “Just let me help you!”
32. “You have no idea how much I’m holding back. Stop this.”
33. “This is no accident. There’s no redeeming you.”
34. “I can’t even look at you any more.”
35. “You’ve completely lost me. Are you happy?”
36. “You were just a very crucial detail to my grand plan.”
37. “So when were you planning to tell me?”
38. “I suppose the joke’s on me, right?”
39. “I hate you with a burning passion.”
40. “I hope we never see each other again in this lifetime and the next.”
↪𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦;
41. “I can’t help it when you look at me with those eyes.”
42. “What do you say we take a stroll?”
43. “You’re the only thing that matters.”
44. “I can feel you holding yourself back, just let yourself go.”
45. “I know what that look means.”
46. “Care to dance with me under the stars?”
47. “I don’t have an umbrella.”
48. “Kissing in the rain is a bit too cliché.”
49. “Aren’t you my knight in shining armour?”
50. “I don’t deserve you, but thank you for choosing me.”
51. “Waking up to that pretty smile of yours feels like a daydream.”
52. “You’re my home ___, I’ll always find my way back to you. Always.”
53. “Losing you would be losing myself.”
54. “You’re the only good thing in my life.”
55. “Years spent all alone was all worth it now that you’re here with me.”
56. “I promise to never leave your side.”
57. “Call my name and I’ll be there.”
58. “Why are we baking?”
59. “Are you lonely?”
60. “We can just stay here like this forever.”
↪ Random shit my siblings and I have said at some point (crack) : 
61. *sneezes* “Bless you.” “No.”
62. “No one is worthy enough to be kabedon-ed by me.”
63. “It’s because you look like a porn star.”
64. “Let’s eat one to find out.”
65. “So who’s the thot now, karen?” “Still you, linda.” (not our names lol)
66. “Just because no one goes to jail for it does not mean it’s not a crime!”
67. “Why are you sharing me your criminal ideas?”
68. “I am never having kids. . . unless its for dinner.”
69. “You’re not gonna repulse me by making an incest joke.”
70. “It takes more than 69 jokes to crack me!”
That’s it for now. Take note I stole some on these from my other prompt lists that I’ve posted before on wattpad and tumblr so if some of them are familiar then. . .déjà vu.
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galacticnova3 · 3 years
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I Demand Iru Facts (if you’re up for it ofc!)
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Yes I am up for it! I don’t think I talk nearly enough about my fcs here but I think I wanna change that. At the very least it will be the problem of everyone following me here and not just my cool and epic Discord friends. That being said I’m gonna just share the major info about him before/instead of just giving facts bc otherwise nothing will make sense. That’s just how it is with a lot of my stuff. This gets super long because I am bad at keeping stuff brief and in general there’s just a lot to him, whoops... Looks like I’ll be using another readmore tonight.
Iru was an Umbramaker! They are bootleg Mirror World Starcutters, which Mirror Halcandra definitely designed on their own and not by stealing and subsequently copying Overworld Halcandra’s Starcutter blueprints. To be fair, there are a few differences, but most of them are just aesthetic and don’t really change much. Anyways, Iru was specifically designed for disaster relief and material transportation. That’s why, if you have seen his refs, he had those two big mechanical arms. Very useful for moving rubble or lifting large pieces of metal for use in construction. Nowadays they... aren’t used for such beneficial things, though...
Like their Overworld counterparts, Umbramaker AIs are programmed to learn from their environment and the people around them, which is pretty useful! At least it is until one spends a lot of time around someone who’s not a great person, and subsequently picks up habits and ideas that make them insufferable! That’s what happened to Iru. He’s misogynistic and a thot, self-centered, inconsiderate, manipulative, generally annoying, and blames people not liking him on jealousy or misunderstanding. So, in other words, an incel minus anything literally sexual. Obviously that was a problem, and it got to the point that basically everyone who knew him had negative feelings toward him, other than the guy who rubbed off on him. He died though, and Iru didn’t really care at the time. But everyone hated him, and it really fucked up his relationships with other Umbramakers, most notably leading to him being broken up with by another ship he had been “dating” (Umbramakers can’t really date because of a lot of reasons but their relationship had that vibe), who had discovered she was biromantic and also couldn’t stand what Iru had become.
Iru was already pretty fucking hurt and pissed over that, except she then went on to spread rumors about him being involved in anti-government activities. Which, well, Mirror Halcandra didn’t take lightly, on top of having already been looking for excuses to “recycle” (see: kill and repurpose the parts of) Iru because he and his obnoxious personality were getting in the way of efficiency and productivity. There wasn’t any proof that he’d actually done anything wrong, but basically anyone who disliked Iru was saying it was true... which was just about anyone who had known him for more than 10 minutes. Given it was his word against the vast majority, and Umbramakers weren’t even considered to be people(mush like Starcutters in the Overworld), it probably isn’t difficult to guess how things went for him. There was no trial, and in fact they literally turned his voice off to make him shut up. Then his AI was shut off and he was taken to be disassembled.
At an earlier time in Mirror Halcandra’s history, his story would have ended here. This was not an earlier time, though. See, the truth is, such treatment of Umbramakers wasn’t extremely unusual. Despite having emotions and thoughts and relationships and all that, they were still viewed as nothing more than your average computer, just in a larger form. Unlike Overworld Halcandra, which was and still is doing less than great financially, Mirror Halcandra could afford to replace their toys as soon as they showed signs of breaking or underperforming. It happened often enough that they reached a point of complacency. During Iru’s disassembly, something was removed improperly, which registered as damage. He woke up, and it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out what was going on.
Another usually useful feature of Umbramakers, which actually wasn’t copied from Starcutters, is their ability to use parts interchangeably, so long as there wasn’t too much of a size difference. Great for the situation of a ship damaging something like, say, a wing; they can use a wing not originally designed for them temporarily until the damaged one is repaired or replaced. Not so great when that allows a now rogue ship to just grab whatever he could attach to himself and then escape the country before preparations could be made to stop him. Negative levels of great when you consider the temporary aspect of using the wrong parts; now you’ve got perfectly fine ships being attacked and having their parts stolen, and storage facilities being raided, for the bastard to keep replacements on hand. Oh, and he also looks like shit because he’s got multiple conflicting aesthetics.
Iru honestly didn’t enjoy living like that. For one, it was uncomfortable physically, even if he’d managed to convince himself that what he was doing wasn’t uncomfortable morally. Secondly, it was just boring! Nobody to talk to or hang out with, all he did was just fly around or plan his next attack/raid for new parts, nothing to shake things up. Sure, the sense of power it gave him was cool; nobody listened to him at all before, but now he had the influence to make people beg. He found satisfaction in being feared by anyone who recognized him. But even that lost its shine after a few decades... Until he connected to the messaging system of another rogue Umbramaker. She was smaller, too small for him to consider getting parts from, and a much older model anyways. She also didn’t know who he was, or what he looked like.
Naturally, he saw this as a huge win, because obviously he was going to get a new gf who wouldn’t betray him like his old one. That didn’t happen though, on account of him still being obnoxious and a creep. Didn’t help that when he finally tracked her down to meet up she was disgusted by him and immediately left. He still kept in touch, against her will, even to the point that you might have called it stalking. Through that, he learned of a Starcutter; she didn’t have the cool and aloof personality he was interested in, but at that point he didn’t care because he was sick of being rejected. Same thing happened again but faster, due to there being no physical encounter because god damnit he forgot the milfs can communicate with each other. He still wanted to meet her though, and he did! Mostly to find out more about the other Umbramaker’s whereabouts, and as an added bonus he tricked the Starcutter’s pilot into giving him admin rights over himself! Threats really work wonders, huh?
That was all fine and good, and by now he’d taken to vibing outside the Mirror World because that’s what the other two were doing. One day he spotted the Starcutter again, and took to following her around and trying to flirt with her because he’s a fucking creep. He would not admit that it took him several days to realize he had, in fact, been talking to a mimic the entire time. Partly because he was too self absorbed to realize the “Starcutter” not immediately telling him to fuck off was unusual, because he assumed he’d charmed her. The mimic was just as confused as he was, honestly; usually they fail to keep up the act to a convincing degree for so long around people who know the real ship that they’re imitating. Even more confusing was the fact that when they were found out, Iru didn’t try to attack them or something. No, he actually stuck around for some reason, casually ignoring murder because he finally found someone who didn’t hate him.
The two become what could arguably be considered friends, and eventually Iru opens up about himself and his old life and how much it sucked to be him and how sick he was of the monotony of his existence and probably some overdramatic stuff mixed in with all that. The mimic hears all that and keeps it in mind for later. Stuff gets more difficult for Iru as parts that fit him become better guarded and the ships he could steal from get harder to find. His raids become riskier, and eventually the mimic decided enough was enough and points out that he can’t keep that up forever. Iru is like “oh wow thanks for the advice /s”, until the mimic introduces the concept of him becoming a mimic. It takes a solid not-even-an-hour to convince him that that’d be preferable were it possible. In the process he delivered a powerful and emotional monologue, which the mimic didn’t care about because look, they figured out how to get the monster juice out of themself that’d make him a fellow disgusting flesh boat! Iru is offended but also takes the chance for a better life.
Currently, he’s living at some point a few weeks after that, much to everyone’s dismay.
And that’s how Iru became a vile meat creature after having already become a horrible Frankenstein’s monster of different ships’ parts! The moral of the story is, if you’re gonna kill someone, do it right, or else they might defy the laws of nature, science, and the government to become physically capable of biting you in the ass.
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rpmemestorehouse · 3 years
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Sonic Adventure 2 Fandub Starters, Part 2
Change wording as needed
“Oohoohoo baby. I’m gonna blow the walls offa this place!”
“It’s been seventeen days. I’m still tryin’ to get out of here!”
“Whuh…how did you know my MIDDLE NAME?!”
“Please. Stop. Your mother would be very disappointed.”
“Unlocking secret account…”
“I put hot sauce on everything, from twinkies to milk. It’s what I DO, as the Ultimate Life Form.”
“We gotta get the fuck outta here though, because, uh, the building’s gonna explode.”
“I’m going to blast you out of this dimension.”
“The password is ‘eat my asshole’.”
“[Name]! Come back here right now! [NAME!]”
“Let’s see if this computer works.”
“…That rap…it reminds of her…”
“You absolute thot!”
“I can’t believe it…she betrayed me.”
“Hey! Give that! That looks really scrumptious!”
“Please? What if I say pretty please with a cherry on top, covered in a banana sundae?”
“Huh? Za Warudo? More like Za Warudumb.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Huh. His Twitter account. Heh, interesting.”
“OHHH MY GOD I’M SO SICK.”
“And I did anyway. Whatchu gon’ do, binch?”
“I’m going to kill you…and THEN kill you again.”
“MY FOLLOWER BASE!”
“You son of a bitch.”
“*villainous chuckle* You fool. I have 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN!”
“Ah, summer break. A time for leisure-”
“No. What…the fuck?”
“Ugh, oh god…Urgh, what the fuck happened last night?”
“Okay everybody shut up, shut up. Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!! SHUT UP!!!”
“I can’t believe he came to his intervention drunk.”
“I’m in the middle of nowhere again.”
“You’re not my DAD, don’t fucking tell me what to DO!”
“Yeah, extra mayo! Just the way I like it!”
“Please behave yourself.”
“You got a gross bat face.”
“Oh my god. That’s - that’s Lovecraftian!”
“YOU DONE DID IT NOW.”
“[Name]! You need to calm down.”
“I wanna live my life. And you! You. YOU. YOU. I’M SO SICK OF YOU.”
“And that’s why I…am the TRUE owner of the world.”
“You shall revel in nothing but destruction.”
“Oh my god, what are we DOING?”
“Nice reference. I also love Star Trek.”
“Aw, [Name], hand me another drink.”
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