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venomous-qwille · 2 months
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hi qwille!!! I got questions for u! you have lots of characters planned out, and that’s super cool! but how do u usually go about that process? like all your characters are very unique, and I wonder about the design process, as well as how you make their personality distinct! how do you make character dynamics/relationships? because all the scenes I’ve read so far make the characters feel really organic, and mesh really well together! (sorry for all the questions! I’m super curious ^w^)
Hiya! Here is an answer I wrote for this question on discord recently ^^
I will try answer this as thoroughly as possible!
There was a LOT of kill your darlings involved in making characters for gitm. Originally I had a very long list of character ideas that I cut down and down based on the kind of things and themes they would give me the opportunity to write about. I love long ensemble cast stories, thinking back to ones I particularly enjoyed and the ways those characters gelled together helped me a lot. The most important thing when selecting characters was making sure they would give me something interesting to write about! I was also very keen on ones that let me explore the fics main theme of Family from a different angle. I'm not sure how helpful this all is! But yeah, I try to be pretty strict with myself about what I include. The only reason I would include two characters who were very very similar would be to emphasize a difference/divergence between them later on. Characters have to justify themselves by bringing something unique to the table, even if that thing is just a 'very different outlook on life' to the rest of the cast. Over time a lot of those character ideas became more fleshed out in my brain, and characters that were cut from the original shortlist made their way back in. They still have to be able to narratively justify themselves in order to earn a channel in the discord though!
For the gitm guys, while I dont have a literal sheet I fill out I do make sure to answer a couple of basic character work questions: What lie do they believe about themselves/the world? How does it impact the way they interact with others? What central theme do they embody most? What do they want more than anything else? How do they feel about humans? Who are they at their best and who are they at their worst? I found that by answering these sort of questions it helped me discover more about them, which creates more questions- rinse and repeat. The more questions I answered the further away they would get from each other in terms of similarities. The thing that really helped with the gitm boys, especially because their origins are so similar, was leaning in to how different their experiences were post-fazco. They are different people because the world has made them that way. Messing around with foils has been useful too! Characters are no fun in a vacuum, it's how they interact with others that makes them interesting. I like to create ones that will bring out the best and the worst in each other. I think about opposites a lot and I really like narrative symmetry- what lessons can the characters learn from each other? I find that stuff super exciting to read so I really wanted to include it. Some examples of character foils in gitm: Fool & Noon, Sombra & Sunspot, Misuta & Sol
When it comes to finding character voice, I do a lot of test drabbles (a couple of them are on this server), which I use to just fuck around until I find something that feels right. For instance- Sol was very very easy to find the voice of, where as Misuta took weeks of rewrites. Sometimes things take time. Spending this time figuring out their voices at the start really helps fic consistence in the long run, I think. Because of all that prep, I don't really have to do anything to 'get into character' when writing their dialogue (it's fairly second nature now).
In regards to coming up with a character's arc, I look at them and their themes and ask 'what the fuck happened to you, dude?' and then 'how has that entrenched a faulty world view on you?' 'what could you be driven to do because of that world view/misunderstanding?' 'what would it take to fix this world view/misunderstanding?' (the last question is the most important one!). Then voila, you have a very loose framework of a (hopepunk) character arc.
In regards to the actual planning of the fic/character arcs, I have a very big miro board (pic attached) that I use for all this! Most of the major character beats are marked out separately to plot beats etc etc. There are still a bunch of bits that only reside in my brain, but I do try to add them to my plan as soon as they become any kind of concrete. All of the characters also have a background chapter (or rather, a series of chapters that form a short story) attached to their arc, that will recontextualise everything you have learned about them so far! I am so deeply looking forward to dropping these (I already have quite a lot written).
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I would say that- for your question on character relationships- the answer does come down to being really specific about what you include. Make sure characters are meaningfully different from eachother, give them goals and experiences that clash and then force them to live/work together in the same space. If you have put time into building your characters before that, then you just need to create opportunities for them to get into conflict and bring out the best/worst in eachother. I really do believe that characters are quite boring in a vacuum- which is why I put so much emphasis on including narrative foils ^^ Tyvm for the ask <3
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nonnieapple · 3 months
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⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 1- A Hanging Branch In A Garden's Home☂️ ⛈
• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)  • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 2 0 1 0 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 24.12.2023    🌧  navigation 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. TW: St abbing described vaguely, de ath.
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You tapped your foot so hard your floor creaked. You dearly wished it would break so you'd have something to do as you waited by the window like a lonesome dog. 
  The sun lowered gently over mountains cascading with vivid greenery, no houses in sight, only your farm, your plum trees, sakura trees among other plants, and your peach trees. They were in bloom and many delicate pink flowers had already turned into peaches. 
  You stared at the empty spots where the peaches would've been and at your empty basket. Some peaches remained on the tree, plump and fresh. 
  You frowned. You hummed deeply. You heard a crack. You leaned down to the floorboards which had finally burst. You laughed lowly. 
  As twilight colored the sky with deep purple streaks, you patched up the floor. Your legs and ass numbed as you sat there, scrunched up. You scrutinized the floor. God awful. It would have to do. 
  You rushed to the window. 
  The moon rose, switching shifts with the red sun. You inhaled the stuffy air of your house, incense, and wood. You lit a lamp with a shaky hand. As much as you didn't want to light it, you wanted to see.
  Your eyes felt dry, and you slumped near the window. Maybe just a nap... 
  There was a little flash of light, flickering over your eye. You groaned. 
  "Five more minutes, Mom..." You rasped. Your eyes snapped open. Idiot, you lived alone in the woods! 
  You squinted through the twilight light- lack thereof, truly. Was that a hallucination? That wouldn't have been out of the ordinary. You glazed your eyes over your house. The floorboards were still a mess. Ink and paper were on your table. A half-eaten piece of bread. All was in order. The bell over your door was silent as a  grave. 
  You fixed your kosode, right side wrapped over left as always, the silky fabric like white moonlight. You checked your hip for your dagger. It was firmly planted there. 
  You exited your house. 
  The bell rang, and your various charms against evil and spirits rattled, hanging from almost every crevice of the exterior of your house. You closed the door. 
  Many of the peaches were missing. 
  It was like a fucked up version of fishing but on land. And what you found, you weren't going to eat. But you might have had to kill it. 
  You breathed in fresh air. 
  You stopped breathing suddenly. Unbridled fear spread through you like blood through snow. You whipped around. 
  You couldn't hear a thing over your heartbeat and ringing in your ears. You reached for your dagger. Your eyes widened. Warm air emanated from your right. 
  You spun around, striking the person. 
  Person wasn't the right word. Neither was striking. Though he was. 
  Before you stood someone inhumanly beautiful. His mischievous eyes, seemingly lined by charcoal, his black lips stretching over shark teeth, long pointed ears, and ivory horns jutting out from his crimson hair betrayed his spirit nature in no time. 
  Your mouth was slightly agape. 
  His arm, clad in a coat of feathers and leather far too pristine, stopped your dagger inches away from his chest. He needed to put in little effort to stop you, no matter how much you pushed. 
  He wore a mesh shirt. You could've made a joke about how he was a fish due to the net, yet you were too preoccupied with his boots. The only thing that was stained on him, stained with something dark. 
  He had no weapons. How odd. 
  Your eyes shot to his hand. He had black claws sharper than his razor teeth. That explained things. 
  You met his eyes. You squinted through the shadows. No need, for his eyes shone like fire. 
  "Peach thief!" You spat, stepping back and aiming the dagger at where his heart could've been. 
  He laughed deeply, inclining his head towards you. Sanguine strands spilled over his shoulders. His earrings sparkled. 
  "I didn't know a human lived here," He said, more so to himself. He leaned forward, chest pressed against the tip of the dagger. As a bead of blood fell, he smiled, staring at you. 
  "You must be some crazy hermit to live in the forest," His voice was smooth and sweet. 
    You frowned. 
    "Get off my property." You blinked at him. 
  The corners of his lips dipped. 
  "And never take my peaches again." You twisted the knife. It seemed to annoy him rather than hurt him. If he was so unbothered by pain, he must've been some sort of special yokai. As much as one part of you was curious, the other wanted to sleep... without a red-headed peach-snatcher in your yard. 
  "I can take whatever I want." He practically skewered himself on the knife as his face neared yours. 
  "Then take this-" 
  You thrust the dagger into his chest, twisting, and pulling it out. He stared at his chest in bewilderment. You watched as his skin healed over in seconds. Your arm trembled with fear. 
  He pulled at his mesh shirt. 
  "Human! You ruined my favorite shirt!" He barked. 
  You pointed to the trees with the bloody dagger. You now noticed the messy claw marks on the bark.
  "Oni, you ravaged my trees!" You barked back. 
  "Oni?! I'm the great Akura-ou!" He gloated, placing a hand on his chest. 
  It was now almost fully dark, and the scene must've been ridiculous. 
  "I could burn your farm to the ground, and you with it," He remarked flippantly. You hummed, gesturing to the area. 
  "And yet you didn't. All talk and no action. How pitiful." You sighed, getting bored. You'd heard that name once, didn't you? Hell knows, there were more yokai out there than stars in the sky. 
  "You're pitiful! In fact-" 
  You squealed as you were lifted, dropping your dagger as Akura-ou held you under your arms, holding you like a child. Your face burned as his nails dug into your sides. You gripped his forearms. 
  "Put me down!" You yelled, squirming. 
  "No! You're coming with me, crazy human," He snarled, tucking you under his arm. He picked up a peach and bit into it. You groaned, hanging your head. 
  "Put me down, you're hurting my ribs," You complained through grit teeth. 
  "Don't care." He bit into the peach. 
  "I'll bite you if you don't!"
  He chortled and you felt his voice resonate through you. 
  "Good luck chewing through the leather." 
  You chomped to no avail. You didn't give up, pushing into his ribs and thrashing around. He released an agitated "UGH" and hauled you up in front of him using one arm, positioned under your backside. Your heart fluttered. You looked down at him. He bit into the last piece of the peach, with the peach pit.
  "Break a tooth," You whispered with half-lidded eyes. 
  He crushed the peach pit and swallowed it. You stared at him, pulling his horn, at which he stuck out his tongue. 
  ...
  Truly, a monster. 
  Fog enclosed you. You shut your eyes. 
  When you opened them once more, you were met with a different world, a world that you guessed was... the other side. Your heart hastened, your limbs cold from shock as you looked around. 
  The air didn't move, there was no wind, no smells. The air was as dry as could be, and it stung your nose and eyes.
  "Scared?" He whispered into your ear. You shuddered. 
  "You wish." You whispered, pulling away. He dropped you harshly. You gasped as you barely caught yourself before you were about to eat shit. 
  Akura ou walked away with his long legs, forgetting about you. You ran after him. 
  "Thief! Why'd you bring me here?!" 
  He grabbed your wrist, pulling you along. His nails dug into your wrist like thorns, hand suspiciously soft. Around you scattered ugly spirits of every shape and size, one-eyed, gaunt, faces like abhorrent driftwood. 
  None looked at you, none dared, the few unable to control themself glaring only at your rude companion. 
  He stopped at a shabby stall with a yokai behind it. Akura ou leaned on the counter, the other yokai cowering.
  "Give me all you've got, or you're dead." He smiled, eyes dark and posture slack, grip on your wrist unwavering. You looked from him to the seller to the red and black sky. You had nowhere to run. The guy was your only definite way out. 
  You hoped the lamp you lit in your house wouldn't burn it down. That would be much dumber than a fabulous chicken burning it down after you insulted his peach-stealing practices. 
  The yokai stayed silent. Akura ou swiped his claws, and you heard a thump. 
  Your heart sunk. 
  Though he seemed happy. He pulled you away to an alleyway and ended up near a town square with a tower. 
  "See that?" He pointed to it, leaning down to you. He made a sweeping motion, and a whirlwind passed through the buildings, the tower collapsing. You stood motionless. 
  "Wasn't that fun!" He laughed, hugging your shoulders. You grumbled. 
  "I've seen better." You turned to him with a sharp look. He glared at you owlishly. 
  "Suit yourself, but I'm not bored yet." He huffed. 
  After much walking, and your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, you were stopped by a group of demons. They looked brutish, stained with blood, and armed. You scoffed. 
  "Master Akura ou! It's so great to see you here," Stammered a small, furry yokai with boar teeth. 
  The critters kept praising him, and no matter how many times he told them to shut up or move, they wouldn't budge. 
  He grasped the head of one with his hand, crushing his head with ease. His boots were splattered with dark blobs.
  Akura turned his head to you. 
  "I could've done that any time, human. How's that for action?" He whispered, smiling. 
  The creatures ran. Your eyes could barely focus on his stupidly pretty and horrific face, that too-wide smile and unsettling eyes. 
  You threw roasted soybeans at Akura's face. He hissed, recoiling. 
  "Have your damned peaches, just get me out of this hellhole!" You yelled. 
  "Where'd you get that?!" He clutched his face, eyebrow twitching. You pulled a small sachet from your kosode. He knocked it to the ground and you couldn't be bothered to do a thing. 
  He grabbed you roughly, leaving deep marks on your hip, distracting you from the pain in your legs. 
  Everything was shrouded in fog, and when it cleared up, you were back to your farm. You would've collapsed if not for Akura's death grip on you. He gave you an unnecessary squeeze and held you for a tad too long before letting go. You caught your breath, leaning on your knees. 
  "Take as many peaches as you like. But be careful." You stood up with a crack, steeling your nerves and attempting to spot your dagger. It was too dark to see. At least your house wasn't on fire, eh?
  He crossed his arms. 
  "Why?" 
  "Because if you destroy the trees, there won't be any more peaches." 
  He tilted his head. You practically saw the thoughts play out in his head as he pondered. 
  "I don't promise a thing." He shrugged, disappearing. 
  You stood there like a fool, with holes in your clothes and glassy eyes. 
  You gave up on the dagger, shuffling to your house. The lamp was off, the floorboards were messed up. You released a dramatic sigh, standing in front of a window as you took off your clothes, changing into something else and cleaning the scrapes on your hip. 
  You lied down in your bed with an uneasy feeling. 
  You wouldn't let Akura ou take your peaches. Why would an oni need peaches? Why were you asking after what you'd just seen in the past hour? Why were you gripping the sheets? You closed your eyes. 
  Tap tap. 
  A flash of light and a pair of eyes. 
  You shot up in panic. The window was empty, as well as your room. You panted, lying back down. 
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apomaro-mellow · 6 months
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im posting the eddie chapter of my barbarella!steve au here bc im so generous. all you really gotta know is Steve is a space explorer and on his advanced planet they only have sex w/each other for procreation and every other time they use toys and machines until he crash lands on a more primitive planet
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There is a bit of Billy in the beginning but he does not show up past that.
Steve's outfit after he changes
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“Didn’t think you’d want to be alone”, Eddie said, coming to the front of the bed. “You’re all alone on a foreign planet. I’ve got to be a hospitable host.” He reached down and lifted one of Steve’s legs by the ankle.
Steve watched as Eddie removed the boot, kissing his calf through the mesh on his leg. That wasn’t one of the erogenous zones he had learned about, and yet his heart skipped a beat. Eddie gently lowered that leg and did the same to the other, kissing his knee this time. 
“Very hospitable. Are you going to take care of me all night?”, Steve asked.
Eddie let his hand brush the outside of his thigh. “That’s all I wanna do, Steve.”
Steve felt an impulse and he followed it, spreading his legs a little, inviting Eddie in.
After his romp with Billy, Steve was promptly given a land speeder and granted permission to be on his way. This vehicle was archaic. It still utilized wheels rather than hovering off the ground.
“Having a bit of friction is a better feeling. Don’t you agree?”, Billy had said when he gave Steve the keys.
Steve’s clothes hadn’t survived Billy’s hands but he had been given a sleek little red number to wear, along with some boots that matched. 
“I told you I’d wrap you up in something pretty.”
Steve had thanked Billy for his cooperation. And then he took off. Feeling every bump in the road was probably a fun experience on a normal day, but not on this day. Not only was Steve still aching from his roll in the sheets, but the fatigue of his adventure was catching up with him.
In the past day he had crashed, been shot at, traveled over the mountains, been chased down, punched out a guy, and now he was still on the move. He was just thinking about the luxuries of home, a nice long bath, a soft bed, the lullaby of his ship’s beeps and chirps as he saw the horizon of a city come up. Black buildings jutted up towards the sky.
This place looked more developed than what he’d seen thus far, but he still would practice caution. And then he saw it. Plain as day, the satellite was right there on the edge of the city.
Steve stopped short of it. The CEF emblem was shown proud on it. But it was damaged badly. Thankfully, his job wasn’t to repair it. His signal was a little weak and he was walking around the satellite, trying to find a stronger one to send his coordinates when he heard some very loud whispering coming from behind a boulder nearby.
“Who is he?”
“Whoever he is, he’s messing with my discovery. Will, do something!”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Disorient him or something.”
“We don’t know if he’s dangerous yet.”
“There’s a literal weapon hitched to him.”
“Guys shut the fuck up I think he heard you!”
“Um, hello? Whoever that is, I mean you no harm”, Steve called out, holding his arms up.
He took a step forward but before he could take another he felt a sharp pain like something hit his head. Steve fell to the ground as he lost consciousness. He was able to hear feet approaching him and what sounded like children arguing before it all went black.
When he came to, it was to a dark room and what felt like silk sheets under him. He let out a groan and that was when the room began to illuminate. Some lamps turned on, giving everything a soft glow without making it too bright.
“Where am I?”
“Far from home, it looks like.”
Steve jolted to a sitting position, not expecting anyone to answer. But he groaned in pain at the movement.
“Whoa there, no sudden movements now”, the voice said, starting to move.
“I’m not an animal”, Steve said, feeling a little annoyed from his discomfort.
“No, that would be whoever did this to you.” A man sat by him and gestured to the fresh marks Billy had left on him.
Steve brought a hand to his neck, suddenly self conscious in front of the man before him. His wild, dark curls spilled over his shoulders. He wore leather all over him, straps on his legs and a harness across his chest. The skin he could see was illustrated with tattoos.
“Then again, my little pack of beasties didn’t do much better. Let’s get you a bath, huh?”, the man said before standing up.
Steve looked himself over and saw that he was covered in dirt and other debris. “Your beasties? What happened to me?”
“Some of the children of my court. Said they found you messing around with that space junk. Part of it fell off and conked you right on the noggin.” He went through a door and turned a light on. In seconds, Steve heard the sound of running water.
He brought a hand to where he had felt the pain and let out a hiss. So that’s why. And he could guess at why he was so dirty now if a bunch of children found him but the man explained anyway.
“They dragged you all the way here. They could’ve just called for a transport but kids, you know? What’re you gonna do?” He came out and looked Steve up and down. “Can you walk alright.”
“Yes, I should be able to-” Steve ate his own words as he stumbled but was quickly caught before he could crash to the floor.
“Careful there, sweet thing.”
“Steve. My name is Steve.”
The man smiled. “And you can call me Eddie. Oh Runner of Baths, whichever floats your boat.”
Eddie helped Steve to his feet and led him to the bathroom. It was already steaming from the hot water. Steve could’ve cried. It felt like days since he had bathed. And now that he thought about it, it literally was. He moved away from Eddie and began to undress, thinking of only getting clean until he caught their reflections in the mirror. It hadn’t quite fogged up yet and Steve could see the look in Eddie’s eyes clear as day. 
The way Eddie was looking at him was…different. Different from the way that either Jonathan or Billy had looked at him. But Steve was coming to know those looks all under one word: desire.
He slowed his hands a bit, making a little show of undressing. He was also seeing the bites that Billy had left for the first time and wondered if they would bother Eddie. Wondered if he would see him as less desirable. But Eddie’s gaze only got heavier as more skin was revealed to him. Now Steve was wondering if Eddie would replace Billy’s marks with his own.
“Now how’d such a pretty thing like you fall into a dirty place like this?”
“I um, my ship. My ship, it needs repairs.” Steve felt like his voice was wavering and he didn’t understand why.
“Well”, Eddie held a hand out to Steve and helped him step into the water, looking as content as if he was the one sinking in when Steve let out a soft sigh. “We’ll see if we can do something about that. Your satellite too. Can’t have my kids running around broken equipment like that?”
“You mean they don’t make a habit of scavenging like that?”, Steve raised a brow. Those kids seemed hardier than most, ready to take out a full grown man at the drop of a hat.
“Oh they’ve got the tendencies of a junkyard dog. But they’re also clever. Almost too much.” 
Eddie took a step back and Steve almost grabbed for him. It felt like there was a string connecting them now that he didn’t want to break.
“I’ll get you a change of clothes. Take your time.”
Steve did, soaking and lounging in the bath for quite a while before actually getting to clean himself. He even dunked his head to wash his face and hair, then stayed for a bit, just savoring the feel of being surrounded by water. At some point, when was lost in one of these actions, Eddie had left a towel and an outfit on a hanger. Steve got out and dried himself off. He looked to the outfit he’d been brought and put it on.
It was a shiny bikini set with mesh that covered his torso and legs. Despite the glittery top it was still darker than what Steve normally wore. Eddie wasn’t in the room anymore, so Steve decided to leave out and find him, possibly get a more concrete plan for his repairs.
Right away, he was met with a guard that led him to a grand throne room. “Your Eminence”, the guard bowed.
So when Eddie had said ‘children of his court’...
Eddie sat with one leg propped up on the arm of the chair. He was still wearing what he had before, but now there was a magnificent black cloak hanging off his shoulders.
“The man from the stars graces us with his presence. How was your soak sweet thing?”
“I told you, my name is Steve.” He realized he never got a chance to tell Billy. It was probably why he stuck with the pet name.
Eddie stood up and stalked over to Steve. “Well maybe ‘round these parts ‘Steve’ means ‘sweet thing’.”
Steve’s breath caught in his throat, but he was saved from answering when a door slammed open and a small horde of children came crashing through. They were shouting at Eddie, who held his hands up like he was being robbed, and then they were clamoring for Steve, asking him questions, someone even poked his side.
Eddie clapped his hands and shouted even louder than them, getting their attention and pushing himself between their curious hands and Steve.
“Alright you little monster, you can interrogate him later. It’s time to eat.”
And interrogate him they did, all through the meal that was served at a long table. It wasn’t just Eddie and the kids. Others were there also although introductions went too quick for Steve to catch their names. He wasn’t really able to hang on to the flow of the conversation until they started talking about what to do with his crashed ship and how to re-launch the satellite.
What really through him for a loop was how involved the kids were in the conversation. It was partway through it that Steve understood that they planned on actually working on it.
“Eddie told me you were clever, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.”
Eddie groaned as some very smug eyes turned towards him. “Now why did you have to go and give them an ego boost?”
“Eddie thinks we’re clever~”, one of them, Dustin he thinks, teased.
“Enough to brag about us to a stranger”, another one, Lucas said.
Dinner continued to be a lively affair and Steve felt like he’d already seen different shades of Eddie. He was a man of many faces, it seemed. When the meal ended, the kids tried to get his attention again, but Eddie tried to shoo them, saying that their guest needed rest.
“I don’t mind”, Steve said. It wasn’t often he was around children and he wanted to answer all their questions.
“Yeah, plus he’s been asleep for like a day”, Dustin reasoned.
“A day!?”, Steve exclaimed.
Mike nodded. “Eddie said we were this close to-”
Eddie clamped a hand over his mouth. “Let’s all go to the library!”
The library had physical paper texts, which Steve had only heard of. He answered the kids’ questions about his home, about the CEF and how things were done there. Every once in a while, he caught Eddie’s eyes and had to look away. Sometimes Eddie chimed in with what must be legends of the far off empire (“It’s a federation, Eddie.”) that Steve was constantly qualifying with the truth.
He could tell that the hour was getting late when they only asked him five questions a minute instead of ten and Eddie called bed time. Eddie ordered a guard to escort Steve to his quarters while he took the children to bed.
Steve took his time alone to look around the room. He saw a stringed instrument, perhaps Eddie played. There was a window that showed how high up he was. The city twinkled below him.
He let out a sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed, then spread out on it, loving the feel of silk under him. That was what Eddie came in on when he returned to the bedroom.
“Happy birthday to me.” He put the cloak on a hook, immediately softening his appearance.
Steve rose up just slightly so that he was resting on his elbows. Eddie was giving him that look again, the same one he had gotten in the bathroom.
“Why did you have me brought back here?” Steve was sure there were other rooms. It seemed very purposeful that Eddie made sure Steve came back to his own room.
“Didn’t think you’d want to be alone”, Eddie said, coming to the front of the bed. “You’re all alone on a foreign planet. I’ve got to be a hospitable host.” He reached down and lifted one of Steve’s legs by the ankle.
Steve watched as Eddie removed the boot, kissing his calf through the mesh on his leg. That wasn’t one of the erogenous zones he had learned about, and yet his heart skipped a beat. Eddie gently lowered that leg and did the same to the other, kissing his knee this time. 
“Very hospitable. Are you going to take care of me all night?”, Steve asked.
Eddie let his hand brush the outside of his thigh. “That’s all I wanna do, Steve.”
Steve felt an impulse and he followed it, spreading his legs a little, inviting Eddie in. He felt a thrill of power when Eddie practically pounced and kissed him. Steve let out a whimper born from happiness. He hadn’t known how much he wanted this until he felt those lips on his own.
Eddie leaned on him until Steve slowly leaned back to lie flat on the bed. Eddie kissed like a man dying of thirst at first, like he was trying to consume Steve, and then he slowed, drawing out small sounds as Steve was left wanting. Eddie nibbled on his bottom lip and tugged.
His kisses got a little sloppy as they moved down Steve’s jaw. Steve thought he might avoid the fading bite marks but Eddie acted like they weren’t even there. 
“Eddie”, Steve whispered against his hair as he kept his head in place, not wanting him to stop.
“Talk to me, baby”, Eddie said, bringing his hands to his hips. “Tell me what you want.”
Steve tried to think but it was hard when Eddie’s hands were inching further down. He thought about all he had experienced so far. And what he had learned.
“I want…I wanna take care of you too.”
“Oh yeah?”, Eddie grinned. “Whisper it in my ear, beautiful.” He leaned in close, his curls tickling Steve’s cheek while the other man murmured only to him what he wanted to do. If possible, Eddie’s eyes darkened even more.
Their positions had switched and now Eddie’s hands were tied above his head. He watched once again, as Steve slowly undressed himself. His fingers itched to touch and remove the clothes covering him.
“Come on, sweet thing, don’t be a tease”, Eddie said, voice a little rough.
Steve looked at him from over his shoulder. “You said you could be patient. Were you lying to me?”
Eddie shook his head. Fully naked now, Steve crawled on top of him and stroked his lips. “Use your words, Your Eminence.”
“No. I wasn’t lying. I can be patient.”
“I knew you could”, Steve smiled. His legs sat on either side of Eddie’s and he sat on his knees, just on top of the other man but depriving him of his weight and warmth. 
Eddie squirmed but Steve stilled him with a shush as his hands traveled down his body. Even back home, he never touched himself without the help of technology. And never with an audience as captive as Eddie. Eddie watched, hypnotized as Steve’s hand went to the tip of his cock.
His beautiful lips parted in a gasp like he was new to the touch. And from what he knew about Steve’s people, it probably was. He couldn’t believe just how lucky he was to be here. To get to watch this gorgeous man play with himself.
“Shit, baby. Is it nice? Does it feel good? Lemme help you feel good”, Eddie begged, his voice pitching closer to a whine.
“Yeah?”, Steve smirked, lowering himself just enough so that his bare length brushed against Eddie’s tent. “You think you can?”
Eddie nodded then remembered to use his words. “I can be so good for you sweet thing. I promised I’d take care of you.” Eddie fought to keep his hips still. He didn’t want to be admonished. He wanted to be rewarded.
And rewarded he was when Steve opened his pants just enough to let his cock spring forth. Eddie was just letting out a relieved sigh when Steve started to grind into him.
Steve didn’t even know what he was doing. It wasn’t like he could go inside Eddie this way or the other way around. But it didn’t matter. He was running on desire, not logic. And he had learned by now that there was more to sex than just penetration, than just stress relief. It wasn’t just about having your genitalia stimulated and nothing more. Steve loved kissing. He loved feeling a warm body against his, hands with minds of their own. He loved having his neck bitten and being pinned down. He loved the little kisses to his legs Eddie had done before. Not meant to arouse, just meant to be there.
And right now he was loving watching their pre cum mingle as Steve slid his cock against Eddie’s. He was indeed being a good boy. Like he had promised. So Steve would keep his promise too.
Eddie bit his lip as Steve lifted and positioned himself. Steve let out little ‘ahh’s while sinking down, enveloping the other man in a heat so sweet he was seeing stars. He felt like he could cum just like this, just watching Steve take him. Steve must be a mind reader because he was smiling down at him.
“Don’t you dare. Not yet.” Steve’s body shook when he moved. “Not until I tell you to.”
“Holy fuck”, Eddie choked out, arms straining as he willed his orgasm away. It was a tall order when a man such as this was riding you for all you had.
Steve was in near disbelief. It wasn’t unlike having a superpower. He told Eddie to do something and he obeyed. The king of this land, obeying him, a traveler from another world.
“Eddie~”, he moaned, bracing his hands on the man’s chest, then grabbing at the harness. This must be what it was for after all.
Steve rocked his hips and bent down to kiss him, taking all of Eddie’s erotic noises for himself. He could tell Eddie was close when his whimpers turned to near sobbing and it spurred him on. 
“Go ahead Eddie. It’s okay. Cum for me, fill me, mark me. I want it. Make me yours.”
Eddie’s hips snapped once. Twice. Three times and he left out a cry but Steve didn’t let him stop even as he was cumming.
“Yes! Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’m gonna-I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna give it back to me, baby. C’mon Stevie, take it. Use me, cum all over me-”
Steve’s gasp felt like it came from his soul as he splashed between their bodies. The cum from both ends made him slide to near overstimulation as the aftershocks ran through him. When he came back into himself, he untied Eddie’s hands which were on him in an instant, touching, squeezing, caressing. Eddie was kissing the bites he’d just made, licking his sweat, burying his face into his chest hairs.
“...I have to…I have to send a message back home”, Steve said between sighs.
“And pray tell, what do you have to tell them?”, Eddie asked, still catching his breath as he looked up from Steve’s chest.
“That my work requires that I remain in person at the damage sight for a while longer.”
Eddie smirked. “You got a place to stay?”
Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his lips, soft but deep. “I have a very accommodating host keeping me.”
“Oh fuck yes, I’m keeping you.”
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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year
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soooo i'm thinking of writing an au
just gonna throw that out there so yall won't be surprised if i randomly throw a fic or seven in your faces <3
FOR REFERENCE: this is gonna be a long post of me talking about shit i wanna write, it's mostly for my future self to look back and so i have all my thoughts in one place (i'm unorganized ok) and im publishing it so it's easier to find, but this is really mostly for my personal benefit in the future but if you all find it interesting yay thats great :)
anyhow
if i /do/ write an au, and that's a big if as my irl friends know about this acc and the teasing i could endure would be /endless/, it would be:
empires s1, with maybe some traffic characters thrown in- i don't feel like wc meshes very well with empires (else i would add it), unless the witchcraft witches were like at gem's academy or s2 shubble's witch school (OOOH that's an idea in and of itself lol
probably flower husbands based, or maybe mean gills, as they're slowly clawing up my mcyt ship tierlist... i'll have to think a bit on that one, but scott will most likely be the main character, cuz he was my very very first exposure to the wonderful world of empires and mcyt in general (found him through lauren, watched ep 1 of empires s2 and was hooked)
only very loosely based on canon events, i'd more be wanting to play around with the characters. therefore, out of the 3 ideas i have (more on that in a bit) i'd be more inclined to pick the more modern-day ones- though there would be fantasy elements of course like babe its empires
i have 3 main ideas that i feel like i could use- i'll put em in a poll if yall wanna vote, more info on each of them underneath
so yeah the first two are awfully similar- the main difference being that in the first option, the characters would be teachers, and in the second, students. imma go through all these a lil more in-depth, as i have ideas for all of them and i wanna see which one you all would rather read and i shall weigh that in on which one i'll (possibly) (ALLEGEDLY) write
teachers: scott is a teacher/the headmaster (i'll decide which later) at empires university (PLACEHOLDER NAME i swear i will come up with a better one) (probably) and jimmy is a new teacher who's just come onto the scene. he continually messes things up and scott is fed up with him and so they have a CHAT but obviously scott is traumatized by something in his past probably xornoth related or relating to one of the death games (life series) and jimmy is just CUTE but scott doesn't realize it and scott goes on being dumb about it and there is ANGST and such
students: basically the same general plot, but scott lives with horrible parents and jimmy becomes a reprieve and they become like best friends but they both have a secret crush on eachother (like in trust au omdsfksjdlkf go read it right now stop reading this rambling post and go read trust au SO GOOD SLDKFJ its by @/thetomorrowshow) and eventually scott is living at jimmy's house full time (jimmy has a cod tank in his room bc ofc) and then stuff happens heehhehehe no spoilers but again: ANGST
the main deal with these is there's ANGST (but also fluff because the two go hand in hand)
war: this is the main different one sooo it's set in the original empires world, but the cod empire and rivendell have been at war for decades and scott and jimmy hate each other but THEN they like meet one day and neither realizes who the other is until too late because they've never seen each other in real life and it's blasphemy and they like each other and all that yadayadayada ANGST
ummmmm anyway that's my fucking long rambling post done good graciousness this is the longest post i've ever done- anyway let me know (or don't, again, for my personal benefit) which one you would rather read and if any of them sound engaging at all- personally, i'm leaning towards students or war over teachers, i was full-in students but now i have so many great ideas for the war one- god i'm so messed up
that will be all
farewell
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010 Eddie AU, Born to Run
Ten was running. Holding his sister's hand as he dragged her along through the dark night. The sounds of people following them close behind made his heart rate quicken. Lights moving along the treeline, forcing them to duck out of the way. He could feel the emotions rolling off his sister's hands. Memories of what they went through still fresh in both of their minds.
"Hey!" Ten heard one of the voices shout. A loud bang made the two flinch as something's hit the ground next to them.
"What are you doing? We need them alive!"
It had been an accident. Something bad happened. The sounds of every alarm in the building going off followed by the red danger lights in the hallway. Ten had been peeking out of the small window on his door. Watching as people ran past him. Screaming and banging. It wasn't unfamiliar. The day he'd been in the infirmary. He couldn't remember why now but he remembered Eleven grabbing his hand and he saw it. The others screaming and crying, all left as mangled messes on the floor in the one room that was supposed to be their safe space. They were all dead. Except him and Eleven.
Ten was surprised by his door opening to see Eleven with a look of pure terror in her eyes as she took his hand and began to lead him away from the building. Almost no one noticing the two as they escaped through the drain pipe into the night. Two of the guards at the gate had seen them running and began their pursuit into the nearby woods surrounding the facility.
Holding Eleven's hand tighter, he could feel one emotion radiating off her more than the others.
'Scared.'
He was too. Especially at the sound of the men getting closer to them. Eddie stumbling slightly when he felt something hit him in the head. Stopping in his tracks as he staggered to the side, letting go of Eleven's hand. She stared back at him when be raised a hand to the side of his face and bringing it back to see it covered in blood. Stumbling over, Ten found himself falling to the side. The last thing he heard was his sister's voice calling out to him before the unconsciousness claimed him.
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Steve glared down at the pool skimmer as he struggled to replace the net with a grunt.
"Fucking cheap assholes..." Steve muttered to himself as he finally managed to get the blue mesh on the tool. It was the middle of November and yet he was still expected to clean the thing. Of course, his parents could afford to go enjoy sunny Spain this time of year but they were too cheap to hire an actual pool cleaner. "It teaches you responsibility son." Steve spoke, doing an impression of his father's voice. "Yeah some big responsibility." Rolling his eyes, Steve glanced over to see it was almost nine o'clock.
Exiting the backdoor, Steve clutched his jacket tighter to his body when the chilly night air hit him straight in the face.
'Okay, maybe I should've done this earlier.'
Steve didn't mind being alone most of the time but living on the edge of town in the middle of the night with no one around for miles in any direction? Yeah, sometimes it was a little nerve wracking. Clutching the skimmer tightly as he approached the pool, the teen froze when he saw something lying near the water's edge.
"What the hell...?"
Carefully stepping towards the unmoving lump, Steve extended the cleaning tool out to poke at it from a distance. Eyes narrowing to examine the figure, the teen paused when he realized it was a person. A boy around his age if Steve had to guess. His head was completely shaved. The only thing he was wearing was a torn and stained hospital gown. The most disconcerting thing was the pool of red around the boy's head.
"Shit-" Steve dropped the pool skimmer as he rushed over to the guy's side. "Hey!" He leaned down and pressed two fingers to the guy's throat. Despite everything, the guy had a pulse. "Okay, ugh, shit."
'Fuck, what do I do? Do I call the cops? An ambulance?' Steve's mind raced for what to do next when the boy darted up. Grabbing Steve's wrist and staring at him with wild brown eyes.
"No." The boy said quickly as he tightened his grip on Steve's arm. "No call. Please." The two teens stared at each other for a moment before the unknown boy's eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out into Steve's lap. Steve felt his confusion grow when he noticed the arm that had previously held his wrist had a tattoo on it.
"...010?"
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mlobsters · 7 months
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supernatural s8e11 larp and the real girl (w. robbie thompson)
expectations, subterranean. i think, on the whole, cringe levels peaked in the early seasons (tall tales? that the one with the purple nurple [and Becky 😬]). but i don't want to raise my expectations accordingly, rather be pleasantly surprised.
DEAN Yeah, well, Kevin's on it. And when he finds something, he'll call. So we wait. Look, we have both had a rough go over these past couple of weeks. And, uh… I know what you gave up wasn't easy. Maybe we ought to take the night off – go see a flick, hit a bar or two, have some fun. You remember fun, don't you, Sammy?
no fun allowed here! least you can do after you break up for each other, show him a good time
SAM Working a case. As long as we're waiting on Kevin, that'll be our fun.
barrel o' laughs
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DEAN Well, the FBI is all work… [he looks at SAM] no play.
cute
SHERIFF These kids today with their texting and murder.
the way he delivered it made me laugh i will admit
playing this dude's grief for his friend dying for laughs, i know it's a thing, and it still makes me ragey
i do like that dean is starting to get into the idea, earnestly, as he should. just like playing cowboys
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her hair color and makeup are gorgeous, especially in this lighting. and i kind of love seeing her hair be frizzy and not perfect? it's very smooth in the next scene which is, while very pretty, also a bummer :p
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if i saw this out of context i would 100% assume it was photoshop.
dean's favorite, dress up time! handy they had a nice looking spare costume all ready to go
CHARLIE You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir.
tell him, charlie
CHARLIE So he found some normalcy with this chick, and now it's gone... again. Thanks to you. DEAN Yeah, well, now he's more committed than ever, so there's that. But, trust me, this life – you can't afford attachments. You just got to... let go. CHARLIE Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone, too? DEAN Me? CHARLIE Yeah. DEAN No.
even if we're no homo-ing benny, a breakup with a close friend can be just as/more devastating than a romantic breakup. also always funny the way they throw around the no attachments type talk, when sam and dean are fused together
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the bonding and the little bits with her flirting with the ladies, all very sweet. they mesh nicely
how uncomfortable i am embarrassment-wise could probably be very nicely graphed with how many times i need to pause. this hasn't been the worst, but there's been a lot. probably 10-15. onward
queer ladies kissing, yay! cutting to dean for his reaction every time, boo
DEAN So, what's, uh... what's next? 'Cause no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You just, uh... you need time, right? SAM Yeah. Thanks. And you're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?
now that's love right there
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also, the little ponytail is adorable
made it through. that was a little rough but a variety of redeeming moments to help ease the way. i thought the fairies were going to be like.. the type you do not want to mess with. deals and such. the magicians had those kinds of fairies, for reference, even though sera's not with the show at this point now :p
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gnattyplayssims · 9 months
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Tagged by @sushiosims
1. What’s your favorite sims death? I defintely use the classic "old age" death the most.
2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? I play Maxis Match but I have found a few Alpha clothing pieces that look fine with MM. I don't have a problem with Alpha but it doesn't always mesh well with skin details/hair/eyes etc
3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? I play a rather fast lifespan so I'll cheat anything that doesn't make sense with the story I'm telling or the characters I'm playing.
4. Do you use move objects? I have a mod to keep it on all the time so yes!
5. Favorite mod? When there's big updates I will not open my main save until WW, Chingyu's 100+ traits, and most of Lumpinou's mods are updated. CC eyeslashes are also a must.
6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I bought the deluxe edition of the original sims so it already included Living Large and I think House Party but the first one I personally bought was Vacation and then Unleashed. I never got any of the others
7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? LIVing
8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I'd have to pick Nikolas and Anabelle because they are two that I made from scratch rather than having them born into my legacy. Anabelle has fantastic genes!
9. Have you made a simself? Yes! "Keeping Up w/ the Tate's" is my mess around, mod free save and Amberlynn Tate (in my profile pic) is my simself.
10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Family Oriented, Creative, Hot-Headed - Self-Discovered Traits: Romantic and Loyal
11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? I'm not a big fan of the really vibrant red and blond colors but otherwise I don't have a preference
12. Favorite EA hair? Like with colors I have styles I don't really like/use at all but really it comes down to the kind of sim I'm making and what fits them.
13. Favorite life stage? I try to make every stage special in some way but my story usually focuses on my heirs when they are young adults
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Mostlly play for storytelling so I enjoy CAS and BB when I have specific story inspiration. But I don't usually create a sim or a build just to upload to the gallery and never touch again.
15. Are you a CC creator? Nope, I'd like to learn the basics but haven't found the motivation
16. Do you have any Simblr friends/a Sim Squad? Newer to Tumblr but I have a small community on Twitter that I love
17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)? Nothing can beat the novelty of Sims 2 but I REALLY love sims 4. There are so many opportunities to make this game amazing even with it's flaws
18. Do you have any sims merch? No
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? No, I think I'm much better at taking pictures and writing!
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? It's only changed recently. I more or less played the same way for 20 years. I would always make the same 4 starter couples in each version of the game and see how their genes would intermingle. And I would play rotationally. I had very complex rules for myself and created deep stories for the characters but never shared them. Since discovering the sims community I take more time with my storylines and take my time in CAS/BB and I have fallen even more in love with this game
21. What’s your Origin ID? gnattygan
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? @simmireen for poses, Lumpinou and @pandasamacc for mods
23. How long have you had a simblr? Just got it this year
24. How do you edit your pictures? I don't really. I just use paint to add moodlets to pics and sometimes add a basic filter if it's a dream or flashback
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Still waiting for fairies to complete my occult collection!
26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Growing Together was really a game changer for family gamers and storytellers
Everyone I know on here was already tagged so I'm not gonna tag anyone
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fmp1cieranshippy · 1 year
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EXTENSIVE RESEARCH
Why is pixel game design in fashion again after the 90s blew it out of the water with more realistic design?
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Why: The main reason is nostalgia, that feeling when you played a game that looked weird, looked strange, looking awful with no design but being an art style that would stick in your mind forever, as you play such amazing games. Also because it was way cheaper to create a pixel game than to make a super realistic game with awesome graphics, so some indie developers went to the easier option to create a game that would cost less and still become really popular.
Pluss pixel art is such a good art style to pick, as people tend to go to realistic visuals and thing its better, pixel art can do the same thing and stay in its pixel form, but the more pixel art gets updated and recognized the more beautiful aesthetic designs get made. Which is another reason why the aesthetics of pixel art is why it is so fun to mess around with and create amazing designs, characters, landscapes etc and I just wish it was used as more as it is today, as it is used quite a lot I would love to see more games use the design while also allowing the other styles have their spotlight to.
How do game engines work? Look into Unreal - and also how studios develop games - who is on a team? 
How Does unreal engines work?:
(copied information) Unreal Engine is a game engine that helps users create and realize real-time 3D games and content123. It includes an integrated development environment with tools for mesh creation and editing, UV mapping, dynamic sculpting, and more4. It also supports containers and cloud-based workflows for streaming, rendering, and other services5. Unreal Engine also offers a free app to create photorealistic digital humans that can be animated in the engine3.
(My information and understanding *with help from a friend*)
there is the Level, its like a stage where the game is set (bear in mind Unreal Engine can be used for a plethora of other things besides games) and there can be multiple levels that can be added and switched between using blueprints. Generally, any object physically put into the world (it can just be empty space, for example collision boxes) is called an actor, and each one of those (as well as nearly everything else) has something called a blueprint, which is where code is constructed and ran. Code on Unreal Engine generally isn't written, its constructed by connecting nodes together, however if you know a coding language they can be translated between each other and read in the same way. The way to trigger the nodes is via Events, for example if it was written as such, then pressing W would be an event that fires of the string of nodes it's connected to.
How does Unity work?:
Who is on steam (Pixel art):
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Street Fighter 30th Anniversary Collection
Genre
Fighting, 2D Fighter, Action, Arcade
Developer
Digital Eclipse
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Mega Man Zero/ZX Legacy Collection
Genre
Action, RPG, Platformer, 2D
Developer
CAPCOM CO., LTD.
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Mega Man X Legacy Collection
Genre
Action, Platformer, Classic, 2D, Retro
Developer
CAPCOM CO., LTD
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Chrono Trigger
Genre
JRPG, Classic, Story Rich
Developer
Square Enix
How they develop their games which is why putting it on a huge platform like steam is a good thing, is because you get feedback and work with a much bigger team with big grands that will allow you access to many more software and tools to make and develop your game further.
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entiish · 1 year
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void ranting under cut xox 🫶🏾 
im in my feels rn it’s been like FIFTEEN YEARS on this platform, and writing/creating/fancasting etc has been my safe space and beloooved by me for about seventeen years at this point....  and im just high and emo and reflecting so this is NO BEARING if ur following me for musings or gifs or any of my creations 💜💜 
anyway
you know whats wild?? after i was mobbed by the Toxic rpc fandom and some RP partners about a decade ago — i’m taking breakdown crying hyperventilating level of carnage i went thru — , i took a break and when i came back i took on a whole new persona (and also only rped in controlled environments) but this person who was a white aussie, or an ASSUMED white aussie by everyone around.   i think thats bc a lot of people have hella misconceptions about australia and aussies and out multiculturalism but i digress)       idk why, aside from some weird online racism trauma ig, and fear.  like so much anxiety and fear.  and i used to often play two different aliases, or id eventually cave and make a second, just so i could be my authentic self even if my face or name wasnt shared.    but i could also be my pretend self who felt safer online at that time.   and like??? its so INSANE to think about late-teen me who did that.   bc it was still me, and i was just living in this Hyper Reactionary state where i was so sure that i would be targeted again so i kept switching myself around as both protection from those people (i STILL remember their aliases to this day)   ----- but like.. in the last few years those two personas meshed ig?? so even tho ill always be Aware and on the lookout for those people, i dont find myself as an adult reaching to hide online anymore. i’ll NEVER make the mistake of sharing my actual name online again but i dont feel the protective need to split myself into two pieces or hide my race out of fear of someone recognising me as the ‘mexican aussie’ anymore  — and thats not me being an ass, we’re straight a rare breed on this platform, like supER rare. how many aussies have yall rped with fr? and how many of those were of mexican heritage?? EXACTLY. point is, its definitely obvious and im cool w that now
the catch is tho, by trying to protect myself back then i lied to a lot of people to make myself “seem” more acceptable, which is so fucked up bc A) ive ALWAYS been acceptable as i am    & B) !!!! i made myself into a liar and i hate that and i struggle w that a lot, like to this day. i am sure that these people who developed bonds with the ‘white’ me will feel hurt by my actions and that makes me feel awful bc i never meant to do that.      & C) i’m too scared to go back and pick up old muses or work i spent time in etc, rp things that ive loved so deeply bc some where played by the ‘white’ me, and the others would have been played by my more autheNtic me. (EVEN THO. THEY’RE THE SAME PERSON.) and if someone i cared about who doesnt know this happened upon it, then refer to point B.
my point is that i made a mess for myself by being driven into a place where i didnt feel safe being me.    i’m not in that mindspace anymore but the mess i made still haunts me sometimes 😓
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nectar-cellar · 3 years
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guess who just downloaded Milkshape 3D .
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cloveroctobers · 2 years
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ess! you’re the only black writer i know that writes for fez at this moment. okay i’m not too sure if requests are opened or close but i just saw that they really had made this girl faye stay up with fez yea.. nah. anyway you could write something about how the reader would feel about this? especially if fez being her man she’s over there a lot helping with business shit and just being overall cuddly w/ fez and faye has brought up her distaste for her continual presence to fez before....
i don’t mind — fez x black! reader
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A/N: it’s finally here! Also was jamming to my ex husband so that’s the song choice for this one. It all makes sense now zayn and fez/angus? have similar mannerisms to me. This could have been out sooner but tumblr was acting up yesterday so I lost motivation to write since it wouldn’t save what I tried to write!!!! After episode three and seeing the promo for the next?! I just know we’re about to see that shift into the darkness and I’m not sure I’m ready! On a lighter note, Who can really stay mad at fez is the question for this one? Anywho hope you like this *tinashe’s voice* DRA-MAMA
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In this household it was always great to give each other some space. You, Fez, and Ash were all mixed with different personalities so sometimes you all tended to clash but majority of the time you meshed well. You didn’t live with fez and ash but you might as well with how much time you spent over there. Wise words from your family who still had something to say about your whereabouts since you lived under their roof part time. You hardly had a issue getting comfortable anywhere and anything that was fez’s was basically yours.
Currently you leaned against the counter as you faced the mirror, messing around with a eyelash curler—since inward eyelashes tended to be a real bitch. You scoffed realizing fez was blessed with some nice ass eyelashes and didn’t have this issue. It was a long day and you preferred being at Fez’s than heading home for the weekend so here you were doing your own routine. Since Ash didn’t want to watch some bad reality tv series with you, he left you to do your thing while he tended to the store downstairs, and fez left to grab y’all some grub, which left you with one option:
Catering to yourself.
Skincare? Check.
Re-twisting your locs? Check.
A nicely scented epsom salt bath — after you managed to drag yourself from the couch to the bathroom, you constantly thanked your chiropractor for the suggestion every time you gained extra relief from the bath. Checky check.
You weren’t sure when you dozed off but your phone rattling against the bamboo tray you had situated in front of you was enough to snap you out of dreamland. It was simply a text from your older sis about how your grandfather (who basically got kicked out of his own crib by your Caribbean step-grandmother) was getting on her nerves as he constantly hogged the living room to blast Rick James and Teena Marie. Laughing you encouraged her to hook up with her girls tonight for some freedom, however her on and off again boyfriend was in Houston for the weekend with his side piece—figures (and your dad was down with a bad cold, so she couldn’t just leave the kids with your grandfather. I mean she could if she really wanted to but she didn’t want to traumatize her kids with that man—let’s just say that).
Moisturized body to match your refreshed Dewey skin? Better believe that’s a check!
Wiggling your thighs in the mirror on tiktok to the beat at how good you look refreshed for the night? Check check check.
Your phone buzzed again as you stopped dancing in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. Sighing you reached backwards and suddenly decided against that once you were hit with some soreness from most likely tending to your hair and walked over to the counter instead, “Samira, if you don’t take my niece and nephew somewhere else for the night—
Instead it wasn’t from your aggravated sister. It was a text from ash.
A$H🌚
🚩
Was all it said.
Tilting your head to the side you sent back multiple question marks before placing your phone in your waistband. Just as you did, you heard the front door shut and the sound of thudding coming up the steps which also made you check the time.
“It really took you that long to get Mickey D’s?” You questioned, now walking down the hallway to see a blonde sitting on the steps with a bleeding nose.
Immediately your eyes flicked to fez who stood in the space between the living room and kitchen as if he was a Robert Patterson meme.
“Uh yeah, ran into a situation on my way. Custer needed my help so I scooped up his girl, Faye. She’s gonna be staying here until things coo down.” Fez started as you quirked up a brow at the girl who was basically trying to stop the bleeding with one of her hands and sent a wave your way, “y/n, that’s Faye. Faye this is my girl, y/n.”
Sighing you walked by and snatched some paper towel off the counter, folding it so that it was layered before you popped a squat by her and held it out to her, “here girl. I don’t know what went on tonight but keep your head down, keeping your head back makes it worse.”
Faye took the towel as you walked away from her to take a seat next to fez, crossing one leg over the other, while placing a arm over the top of the chair as you looked at fez who silently began unraveling his sandwich.
“I didn’t do anything.” Faye weakly said but you just shrugged.
It wasn’t your business.
Fez gave out some house rules to Faye who was real quiet this time around but she answered so that fez knew she understood.
“…Want some of my sandwich?” Fez asked her, before he bit into it.
You didn’t even touch your food yet.
“Okay.” You could tell that cheered Faye up some, as fez scrapped the chair back to get a knife.
He cut the sandwich in half before plopping it on a paper plate. He then went over to Faye and handed it to her, who still had her back to you two. Once fez came back to your side, you were still eyeing him before he turned to meet your eyes.
“Why da hell is one your caterpillar brows orange?” He asked before his hungry behind could take a large bite out part of his meal.
Ignoring Fez you sipped at your mocha frappe real slow before you popped your tongue, “hey Faye, I just remembered aren’t you the one who said rue eats my Ginger’s ass for drugs?”
A frown sat in between fez’s brows as he side-eyed faye, “yo, you said that?”
Faye’s eyes went wide before she answered, “I—I don’t remember…Who’s rue again?”
Laughing to yourself you squeezed fez’s shoulder, “I didn’t know that was something you’re into, honey.”
“Don’t start, y/n.” Fez kissed his teeth, giving you a glance since he knew although there was a smile on your face you were a little irritated that he didn’t bother to communicate that y’all were going to have company for whoever knows how long.
Pursing your lips you raised your hands before sitting right to dig into your own food for the night. Faye could sense there was a little tension between you two but it’s not like she cared much with a towel shoved up her nose and bit into her half of a sandwich.
It was Sunday when faye decided to get too comfortable. Ash walked around here as if she didn’t exist in the first place, he had a thing about people invading his space and he definitely felt a way about it, fez didn’t talk much generally but he was one of the ones who made sure she was good with the essentials and as for you? After your debate about her presence in fez’s room the other night, you were cordial with her—she didn’t do much but lay around on the couch, cry about missing Custer, and watch powerpuff girls and riverdale while high.
You were upstairs while Fez, ash, and Faye were downstairs at the shop for majority of the day. It wasn’t until you heard Faye blabbing something to fez as they were making their way into the house.
“He’s not gonna be a problem. We don’t scare easily over here.” Fez answered as he pulled on your arm for you to move so he could sit down.
You leaned you arm across his lap as you turned your attention back to the series on the screen, “something happened down at the store?”
Fez huffed, “Nate’s bitch ass dad slid through not too long after Lexi Howard showed up. Walkin’ around like we were supposed to be scared or sum, Lexi was a little shook tho.”
“Lexi was here?” You asked, “right before mr. Jacobs? He had to be following her, he gives me major predator vibes.”
Fez nodded, “yeah even offered for ash to take her back home but she said she was fine. Waited around for a bit too.”
“Y/n,” Faye interrupted, “did you eat?”
“Yeah? A bacon grilled cheese. Why?”
“Where’s the leftovers for the rest of us?”
You lifted your head to give fez a look who he gently shook his head back and forth as you answered before turning your attention back to the television, “there isn’t any. That was my lunch, y’all were downstairs all day. If you want to cook dinner be my guest.”
“Why would I do that? You’re the one laying around like a housewife, I thought that was your job.” You heard Faye mumble.
It only took seconds for you to shoot up from your spot as you looked over the couch at Faye, who was shoving things aside in the fridge then you replied, “what did you say? Speak up.”
“Nothing.” She innocently said.
Sitting on your knees on the couch, you faced Faye who closed the fridge to place something on the counter.
“I’ve been working on my mental health journey and it seems like you’re trying to disrupt that.” You waved your fingers around in a circle, “Im sensing that you have something you need to get off your chest, so let’s talk about it instead of throwing sneak disses when you think nobody wont hear that shit.”
Faye lifted her shoulders and widened her eyes as she started preparing a sandwich, “that’s good for you. I didn’t mean anything I’m just saying it looks like you’re playing house here. Laying all up on fez while he’s literally working hard and you’re just…Don’t you have a home elsewhere? What are you nineteen? Twenty?”
“Listen,” you breathed just as fez went to rest a freckled arm across the front of your waist to hold you in place, “you’re trying to disrespect me and I don’t like it, so let me check you right quick. Just because your parents tossed you out of the trailer park to fend for yourself doesn’t mean my family did me the same way. I didn’t have a problem with you, I had a problem with your situation. Don’t worry about what the fuck I have going on when you should be worried about that hotel manager you probably murdered.” Your voice was sweet but the tone was definitely menacing.
“Ma, chill.” Fez drawled on while you side-eyed him.
You gave him the hand and rolled your four fingers to press into your thumb, basically to tell him to zip it, since you weren’t done.
Faye scrunched up her swollen lips, “I literally just said I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or whatever. You don’t have to be a bitch and bring up the hotel or my family, okay? I just really miss Custer that’s all.”
“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you a reason to talk shit to me when I didn’t do a damn thing to you. You’re temporary here and if ash and I had things our way you’d be sleeping out back next to the garbage bin.” You jabbed a thumb behind you, “but out of the kindest of my ol’ husband’s heart, you’re here.” You laughed.
Suddenly you heard sniffing as faye began chewing on her bottom lip. She tossed the butter knife on the counter and fled from the scene with a, “fuck you! I’m outta here!”
“Bye!” You waved as she ran down the steps, tripping on the last one on her way out, most likely to go down stairs to vent to the wrong person, Ash.
A smirk was on your lips as you felt eyes burning into you. Of course Fez was looking at you in disappointment.
“Whatchu do all that for?”
“She was talking reckless to me. So she can dish it but can’t take it? Not my fault. Thanks for backing me up by the way.” You plucked his arm from around your waist.
Fez watched as you untangled yourself to straighten out your shorts before you also left the room. Fez groaned as he threw his hands up before pushing off the couch to go after you.
There you were in his room, picking up your things around his room to toss into your open duffel bag you had on his bed.
“So…you’re out too?”
“Hell yeah if you’re gonna pick sides, what do I need to stay for?”
Fez was smug, “‘cause I’m your hardworking husband that’s why.”
You didn’t crack a smile at the joke but a nice middle finger went his way.
“C’mon y/n cut the shit. I’m not picking nobody’s side since it’s really not that deep to begin with. This petty shit is real stupid.” He leaned against the doorway.
You placed your hands on your chest, “so now I’m stupid?”
“Where and when did I say that?” Fez blinked, “stop trying to twist shit and shut up for a minute and let me talk.”
“Shut up?” You repeated, “who do you think you’re talking to? I’m not the faye, the one, or the two.”
Fez rolled his eyes, “didn’t we say we’re going to try to talk things out instead of blowin’ up on each other and disappearing? So put your shit down and talk then.”
“You’re lucky I don’t knock all this shit over and Faye on her ass.” You tossed your last balled up shirt into the bag before sitting on his galaxy comforter, “I already told you fez, I don’t mind any of the shit you’re doing because I like being by your side. Shit, I help take the load off for y’all even when you don’t ask from time to time. All I said was to let me know whatever is about to go down and then you bring her here two days ago and she feels like she can say whatever the fuck she wants to me? Like I’m some useless hoe? She’s confused me with herself.”
Fez sat beside you, “you don’t got to explain that shit to her. I know what you do and why you’re here. I’m deadass just doing this for Custer, you know that. And you know she don’t think too hard before she says shit either. Don’t let that girl get in your head.”
“She’s not! which is why I sent her crying. She thought just because I’m chilling during the weekend that I’m lazy and I don’t have no backbone? We’re out here catching a bag everyday! excuse me if I wanted to spend a couple of days being a bum with my other family. I’m no pussy and she’s lucky I didn’t brush her teeth with one of those bricks outside.” You hissed.
Fez snorted as he latched onto your head bringing it into his chest, “my little ruff rida.”
You rolled your eyes sending a jab into his chest for him to let go of you, “nope you don’t get to hold me, cuddle me, or anything.”
“Whatchu mean? Were we not just havin’ a moment?” He rubbed at his chest.
Getting up you snatched your bag, “I’m still going home.”
“So what? you’re still mad at me?”
“I don’t like her energy and if I stay here any longer with her here? I’m going to catch a case. And like I said I’m working on my mental health so it’s best for me to go. I trust you to act right while I’m gone, Fergus.” You humphed as you reached over for your bag.
Fez hopped off the bed just to jump on you, making you yelp. “You not goin’ nowhere.”
This man was literally sitting on you and tossed your duffle onto the ground with a flick of his wrist, “Fergus, if you don’t get your Clifford the big red dog ass—
You halted as Fez bounced and you wheezed out a laugh, turning your buried face to the side. Fez made himself comfortable sitting on you for who knows how long messing with his phone! and you were sure you were starting to lose feeling in your legs until…he farted on you.
“No you didn’t.”
“Excuse me, My fault.”
Now elbows were flying and fez was barely holding his laughter in as he rolled off you. It was your turn to assault him as you straddled him, whacking him with pillows and attempting to turn this into WWE match. It ended with the both of y’all panting on the floor with bruises to probably match in the morning, small smiles on the both of your faces as you were on your sides. You behind fez, arms weakly wrapped around his throat and head, and legs locked around his waist.
“Just stay, you know if you leave you’re gonna just be FaceTiming me anyways when ashtray don’t give you the update on what’s going on. Stop being difficult.” Fez breathed, resting his head back against your chest.
“I need more clothes.”
“I’ll wash em. Or go buy yourself some, I always got what you need.” Fez suggested, digging into his pocket for his stack of cash.
You snorted, “the sugardaddy and the housewife strikes again.”
“Oh you can joke about it but I can’t—whatever, yo.”
You raked your nails against fez’s scalp before lowering your legs and then your arms. Shuffling your body, you now lay on your back as fez sat up now watching you, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stay…after I pop in on my grandad since you know how he feels about a ‘white gangster dating his favorite grandchild—‘
“I already told your pop-pop that he look just like Denzel Washington and I don’t want no parts on being on his bad side.” Fez commented making you laugh.
“You’re more worried about a dude in his late sixties than my dad who’s in his early forties?” You peered at Fez underneath your frustrating lashes.
Fez blinked, “hell yeah. The worse your dad could do is play the piano until my ears bleed like he’s Jamie foxx or some shit. Plus he’s always down with his weak ass immune system. So I’ll bet on your pop-pop taking me out more than anything.”
“Anyways,” you sucked air in between your teeth, “I’ll stay but you’re not getting any affection from me until the blow up doll gets kicked to the curb.”
“What? You buggin’.”
Fez wasn’t the most affectionate during the daily. Touch wasn’t the highest on his love language but he did enjoy it late at night with you beside him in bed, he couldn’t lie about that. Quality time was top of the list for him but now you’re here handing out ultimatums over him doing a favor for someone he occasionally did business with? That was foul.
“I think I’ll go see my pop-pop now.” You pushed up from your laying position, “let’s see how much you miss me, I might not come back.”
“Which is why I got your duffle bag with one of your favorite fits in there and you ain’t getting it back.” Fez proposed a stare off, daring you to touch the bag.
“I’ll fight you again, if I have to.”
Fez raised his brows, “I’m forreal dating a grandma, you were just crying about your back spasm a few minutes ago. You sure you wanna do that again, rida?”
Huffing you put your back to Fez and bent over, confusion was written on fez’s face—although he didn’t mind the view—that was quickly erased the minute you let it rip.
“The fuck?”
You laughed, “does it smell like hydrangeas?” You twerked your ass as fez took his large palm back and gave you a nice smack to your backside.
You shot up at the stinging sensation like a looney tunes character and whipped around to face him as he smirked at you getting ready to lit up his blunt. You rubbed at your now sore ass frowning at him, “I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine from earlier but now you want to be violent?”
“Come sit, I’ll make it better.” Amusement washed over his pretty eyes.
Dirty flashbacks tempted to enter your brain but you clenched your eyes shut before wagging a finger down at the smirking redhead. “Nope. I know your tricks Fergus and I won’t be tainted! My rules still apply.”
“Fine.” He laid back on the carpet as you moved around the room to find your shoes, a jacket, and your keys, “…I’ll miss you and your surprisingly non-smelly farts.”
“Yeah yeah, love you too. See you later.” You nudged his ankle with your foot on your way out.
As you went by the door he added, “and I’ll talk to faye.”
You knew he would, which brought another grin to your lips as you made your exit. Fez listened to you go since he couldn’t exactly see you from his position and exhaled with a roll of his head back and forth as he played what happened back in his head.
Letting out a low chuckle to himself, he realized you were the real deal no matter how dramatic you tended to be at times…don’t get that twisted! he didn’t like to invalidate your feelings or whatever—you could be a lot to handle but he didn’t mind. You were his and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t yours too.
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thewritingginger · 3 years
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AoT Boys - Preferences
This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol
Also it may be a bit all over the place idk 
Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)
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Reiner
Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!
Big or little doesn't matter
Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships
“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”
Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner
When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent
Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out
Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples
He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉
Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it
Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts
If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you
Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)
“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together
He would call you so fast!
“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”
“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”
Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!
He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on
However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer
So he is a perv but not so outwardly so
Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette  - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way
“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”
Man just melts for you! ok?! 
Armin
Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!
He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations
Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them
Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise
Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o
May even taunt them about it
“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”
“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”
He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you
He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉
Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings
If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon 
That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little
“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick
He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others-  but would be quick to excuse himself before responding
“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”
Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets
Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it
Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am
Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop
Eren
Also a Boobie Man!
Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob
He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh
Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway
If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts
Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them
But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him
So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔
Loves some tiddie-fucking
And cumming on dem boobies as well
“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”
This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh
Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt
“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”
Likes when you wear revealing tops
Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful
Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy
Always encourages you not to wear a bra
“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”
Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk
Jean
Bonafide Booty Man!
Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!
Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it
This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets
Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty
When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass
So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access
Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well
“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”
Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt
Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book
Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up
Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household  😉
If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man
Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at  home
If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own 
Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around
“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course
“Yes! 😍😍😍”
“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”
Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty
Just tight pants in general tbh
If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view
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salazarslytherin · 3 years
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belong (h.p x y/n)
requested : yes!!! my very first :D [So I don’t know if your up for request but if you are would you mind to do a dom Harry x fem reader and him using different toys on you. You can ignore this if you want ! Anyhow have a nice day !! :)] send in your own request here!
🃛 masterlist!
cw / tw : smut!!!!, name-calling, slight degradation, dom!harry, references like sir etc., bondage, slight exhibitionism, sex toys, anal play, edging, overstimulation, jealousy, possessiveness
word count: 2780 my goodness i just ran with this request huh..
a/n: slight au in this one, basically voldy doesn't exist, like he died or wtv idk . just normal hogwarts with high-school dynamics. hope you enjoy!
"Who do you belong to darling?"
The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped.
"You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!"
⚔︎
It was the party of the year. The Slytherin common-room was in full swing as all four houses meshed together to simply wind down after exams and have a good time. You'd gone to the party with a few girl friends from your dorm, Harry promising to meet you there after he was done with quidditch practice.
"Hey y/l/n! Want a drink?"
Zabini approached you sitting on the couch, two red solo cups in hand as he passed one to you, flopping down on the green satin couch and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you weren't exactly friends, but also weren't exactly strangers. You shared flirty comments in potions, but both of you knew nothing serious would come from it. He was just fun to be around, and you knew he felt the same about you.
Oh, and there was something else about him.
Seeing you talk to Blaise drove Harry absolutely insane.
It wasn't that Harry didn't trust you, he definitely did. He just was an incredibly possessive guy, and you found it really, really hot. But also, you found yourself enjoying Blaise's company, so you grew closer to the Slytherin. Playing with fire more and more as the days passed. ⚔︎ Harry stepped into the Slytherin Common Room laughing, the door closing behind him as he slapped Ron on the back. Scanning the room, the laughter dissipated and his jaw clenched, unconsciously gripping Ron's shirt which had the ginger wincing, looking to see what had pissed his best friend off. Ron's eyes landed on you, clad in a tight-fitting dress, sitting with Zabini's arm wrapped around your shoulders. The pair of you were laughing at something as you leaned in a little too close to the Slytherin. The seeker's eyes narrows behind his glasses, stalking over to the couch and stood in front of you. "Oh hey Haz! I didn't know you'd come already. D'you wanna top me off?" Shoving your cup into your boyfriend's hands, Harry took a whiff of the container which reeked of firewhiskey. He could tell you were tipsy, and pulled you up off the couch, whispering into your ear. "No, but I'd like to fill you up." You swallowed slightly, your throat suddenly feeling dry despite all that you'd been drinking that night. Harry threw Blaise a weak smile as he leaned away from your ear, a smile that definitely did not match the dark look in his eyes. "Zabini I'm going to take her back to my dorm for a bit. She's clearly out of it." The aforementioned Slytherin shrugged and got up off the sofa, not before turning back to throw you a wink. "Until next time, Y/N." ⚔︎ The door to Harry's dorm was thrown open with just a wave of his hand, an impressive feat of wandless magic that you were not in the proper headspace to admire. "Did you forget who you belonged to, y/n, hmm? Because it sure as hell seemed like it." The boy all but growled at you, making you shiver slightly, dampness pooling in your underwear. "W-what do you mean Harry?" The boy let out a humourless laugh, his eyes dark with lust and determination, before pushing you down onto the bed nearest to the door, pinning your arms above you. "It seems my little slut needs to be taught a lesson." A moan elicited from your throat as Harry leaned down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hands shot to your usual position – lost in his mess of curls. But he moved away as soon as you did so. "No can do baby doll, bad girls don't get to touch. In fact, I think that in itself deserves a punishment. Come, get up, strip, then lay yourself over my lap." You slipped off your dress and shoes, standing in front of Harry in just the green lace underwear that you'd worn for the night. The sight of the underwear made Harry's cock swell slightly, but a bitter taste formed in his mouth. "You little slut. Wore that for Zabini didn't you? Your pretty little tits covered in Slytherin colours. Now we can't have that, can we?" He grabbed you harshly, basically throwing you over his lap as he grabbed your left tit over the thin lace of your bra, his other calloused hand rubbing your ass. He took the bra off, letting your tits free, throwing the bra somewhere across the room, summoning a paddle from a secret trunk under his bed. "Now my little whore, I want you to count, and thank me with each one. Let's start with twenty, and we'll see how it goes." You whined in response, but did not object. Slap. "One, thank you sir." Slap. ⚔︎ Twenty-eight spanks later – Harry said you answered too late for some, and squealed a little too loud for the others, and you were on the verge of tears. Wiping the tears that had spilled away, Harry flipped you onto the bed, a dangerous smile on his face. "Very good baby. But don't think it's over yet. You still haven't answered for your actions. You know how I feel about Zabini. Now, I'll make you feel the same." Waving his hand yet again, ribbons, crimson ones of course, flew to bind your hands and legs to the posts of the 4-poster bed. A gag followed
a few moments later, covering your mouth. Leaving you for a second, Harry returned with an array of his favourite toys, making you whimper at the sight of them. He switched on his favourite one, a purple curved vibrator, and pressed it to your clothed clit, a moan ripping from your throat as he toyed with your nipple simultaneously. "Now, because you've been so bad, I don't think you deserve to cum until I've been inside you. Don't you agree darling?" Shaking your head vigorously, your body too sensitive for you to produce any noise, you pleaded with your eyes, but Harry only smirked. "Oh you do! Fantastic. Now, since my little slut is so enthusiastic, why don't we try something new?" Harry ripped the green thong right off of your body, making you groan slightly, narrowing your eyes at him as he smiled innocently back at you. His fingers traced your slit making you moan, gathering the moisture that you had produced on two of his fingers, before leaning forward to give your cunt a soft lick. His slickened hand slowly started to trace your asshole, pushing one finger in as he pushed his tongue into your hole, thrusting in and out of both holes with the same pace. "You like that? You good? Remember to click." The words caused vibrations to travel up your body, moaning into the gag, nodding. Harry's concern for you turning you on further, the knowledge that you could get out of the restraints at any second making you remember how much Harry cared for you. The aforementioned boy hastened the pace at your encouragement, adding a second finger into your asshole. Just as your moans started getting louder and your cunt began fluttering, Harry stopped, moving away from you and off the bed, making you shriek in protest of your lost orgasm. "I told you darling, not yet." With that, he picked up the vibrator he'd abandoned just now, as well as a set of anal beads that he'd newly acquired, and gently put them into you, leaning back and admiring his work. "Well, I'm going back to the party. See you in a bit!" Harry plucked his wand from his back pocket, casting disillusionment and muffliato charms over you, ignoring the screams of protest that came from behind the gag. "Oh by the way, the muffliato is only for the vibrator. Not for you. Don't be too loud! And don't forget. No cumming. Love you!" ⚔︎ Harry was back at the party, sipping his firewhiskey and not even slightly listening to what Dean was saying to him. All he could think about was Y/N. Naked. Tied up. Shaking. Moaning his name. The thought alone made him so hard he was certain you could see every vein of his dick through his pants. "Anyways, I'm going to go back to the dorm real quick. I promised Nott to get him a...Muggle treat. Be right back." Only after the slight slap on the bicep and the closing of the massive wood doors did Harry register what Dean had said. "Oh shit." ⚔︎ You couldn't help yourself as the vibrations kept thrumming through you, trying to keep yourself quiet had become almost useless as you knew that everyone in your grade was at the party, but the fear and adrenaline of being caught turned you on more and more. You and Harry had discussed doing something like this multiple times, but you'd never expected it to be tonight. Torn from your thoughts, you were forced to remember why this toy was Harry's favourite as the vibrations changed in intensity once in a while – Harry could control it with his wand, and Merlin was he doing it. It was like the boy had memorised the way you orgasmed, knew exactly how much it would take to get you to the edge, and then knew exactly how to get you off of it. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the thundering of someone coming up the stairs, and you immediately shut your mouth. Struggling against the restraints you remembered the disillusionment charm, and bit on the gag, hoping whoever came in would go straight back out. "Now where's that bloody mag?" Dean had slipped into the room, tripping over his feet slightly, causing him to have to steady himself on the bed nearest to the door, the
bed you were currently tied to, which nearly made you squeal in fear and shock, suddenly thankful for the gag that had been making your jaw ache. "Merlin, who's–" "Ay mate." Harry walked into the room, a cup barely hanging from his hands as he nodded at Dean, casting a sly glance towards the bed he knew you were on. "Hey Harry. Why're you up here?" The small smile that appeared on Harry's face made you shudder as he subtly turned up the vibrations on his wand. That boy was going to be the death of you... "Nothing much. Kinda tired, and I came here to find something for y/n. I'll head back down in a bit." A hum came from Dean's shadow, who was stood at a bed that was far too close to yours for your liking, as a triumphant sound emerged from the boy. "Finally found the mag! Right, I'm headed back down, see you in a bit Potts." ⚔︎ As the disillusionment charm lifted, Harry was greeted by a very, very, red y/n, with every crevice of your body twitching. An intense moan ripped from your throat as you watched him approach you, caressing your body softly, feeling the callouses on his hands on your soft skin. "You've been so good for me baby. So good. Are you ready for your reward?" You nodded vigorously, tears spilling from your eyes as he switched off the vibrator, removing it from your hole. He began stripping, the slow pop of each button on his dress shirt revealing more and more of his quidditch toned body, making you cry out as the seeker pulled down his pants, allowing his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. He removed the gag, placing a soft kiss on your lips as whimpers and moans erupted. "Please. I need you inside me so bad. Want you so bad. Please sir." He attached his lips to your neck, smiling against it as he pumped himself softly, prepping himself to enter you. "Now I can't deny my pretty little slut what she wants, can I?" He sank into you, both of you moaning out simultaneously as he felt your wet warmth tighten around him, reaching behind you to pull the silver anal beads out. "Oh, Haz, please. I'm going – to cum already." Harry began thrusting in and out of you, loud moans rumbling against your collarbone as he kissed and sucked on it, leaving a dark hickey on the bone. "Fuck, yes, cum around my cock. Let me feel your tight little cunt cum baby." A scream ripped from your throat, your voice almost hoarse from the sound you'd just emitted, your entire body shuddering as you released the most intense orgasm of your life – having been kept on edge for almost two hours now. "Fuck, Harry!" As you came, Harry clicked his fingers as quickly as he thrusted into you, the binds falling away from your appendages. Basking in a post-orgasmic bliss for a brief moment, you were brought back into reality by Harry continuing his thrusts into you. "Oh, you're so tight. And this pretty little pussy is all mine." You wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your lips close to Harry's, moaning against his lips as the thrusts hastened. His hand reached down to your clit, rubbing in vigorous circles, while yours gripped onto his shoulders, leaving nail marks – a reminder of tonight. "Tell me. Who do you belong to darling?" The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped. "You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!" Content with the answer, Harry began kissing down your neck, before reaching your tits, sucking and kissing the two nipples, never stopping the furious attack on your clit. "Come on y/n. Cum for me again baby. Cum with me." His cock twitched inside of you, and the stimulus of everything came down upon you as you came for the second time, and Harry the first, releasing his seed into you, moaning into your breast as you scratched down Harry's back, no doubt leaving marks for everyone to see during tomorrow's practice. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as the aftermath of your time together spilled out of your hole, then placed tender kisses on your ankles and wrists. "You did so well for me darling. So, so well." You hummed, caught in a daze, uncertain of how to keep your head from spinning at the moment. "How are you baby? Give me a colour y/n." The colours were a measure of your well-being: green was good, orange was uncertain but alright, red, well red doubled as your safe word. But you'd never had to use it once with Harry. "Orange, because my head won't stop spinning and my body won't stop thrumming. But I'm fine Haz." He smiled worriedly down at you, his glasses fogged slightly from the sweat that dripped down his face. "I love you so much. Now let's get you cleaned up." ⚔︎ After Harry cleaned you up and about fifteen minutes lounging on, well, whoever's bed this was, you slipped on your dress, without any underwear on, because Harry had literally ripped your thong apart, and got ready to head back down to the party.
"You're so beautiful. I love you so much."
Harry pinched your ass through the dress, giving you a kiss as you two stood at the top of the stairs, meeting Ron who was on his way up.
"Hey mate. Going to bed?"
The ginger nodded, yawning slightly.
"Yeah, hard practice today. See you tomorrow mate. You too y/n. Looks like you had fun."
He wiggled his eyebrows at the hickeys that covered your neck and collarbones, causing you to blush as Harry pushed his friend towards the room.
"Alright alright. Get outta here. Good night!"
The ginger gave a reply, which then turned into a shriek.
"Harry! Why's there a bra on my bed! And a – AHHH. Wait, why's Seamus' bed a mess? He made it this morning! Harry! For fuck's sake! We made a promise not to EVER DO THIS!"
The sound of footsteps came towards the large oak doors, as Harry ushered you down the stairs, the two of you laughing.
"Run. Run. RUN!"
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Just you wait!"
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"𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍."
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࿐ character(s): Daishou Suguru, Atsumu Miya, Sakusa Kiyoomi
࿐ genre: angst
࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)
࿐ requested by: dumpsterfireinc
⌦ find the continuation here;-  “𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎.”
⌦ tw/mentions ; yelling, arguments, swearing/curses, cheating (atsumu’s)
⌦  male!reader (he/him)
⌦ 'can I ask for hcs for Daishou, Atsumu, and Sakusa having a really heated argument with male s/o. During the argument the boys say something really mean to their s/o that s/o starts to cry. Before the boys could start apologizing s/o just blurts out that he wishes he never met them and leaves.’
A/N: (i changed it slightly if you dont mind-) we got three new bois im writing for, lets hope i get their personality right. so i apologize in advanced if they seem ooc! (youcantellwhereihalfassedshitimsosorry-)
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𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞:
→ the argument probably started with his slight manipulative personality and mocking sense of humor, it usually didn’t get to you but lately it has been hitting too close to home. letting it slide with the silence of your voice and change of mood each time.
→ coming back home you didn’t know it would evolve into this, but Daishou Suguru, your boyfriend of 2 years. noticed it and decided to question you.
→ the air was tensed within the shared home you two lived in, it was suffocating despite the room being open and wide. hearing the dark-olive hair male behind you, who was clearly speaking to you. hearing words that you couldn’t comprehend to be anything but venomous.
→ each word stung like a snakes bite. ironic for his previous school’s mascot.
→ Daishou had kept going on, stabbing at you word after word.
→ “You’ve been acting weird all day, what’s up with that?” “..even recently you’ve been off.” “hey are you even-”
→ before Dai could even finish he heard you raise your voice, seeing your hand clench around the doorknob of your guys’ shared rooms.
→ “WHY DONT YOU SHUT UP FOR JUST A SECOND!?” “ YOU..Y-you.. should damn well know w-why I’m acting ‘weird’ and shit, babe.” “You know those- those mocks and insults- you- you fucking call ‘jokes’ aren’t really jokes. Daishou.”
→ your eyes kept low with the casting shadow from the lack of lights in the hall. but the shakiness of your voice signaled something in him, but his stupid pride wouldn’t let down.
→ “Are you serious right now, y/n? We’ve been dating for fucking almost 3 years and now they get to you-” “..really ridiculous of you.” 
→ it went off afterwards. just the words being said at each other with such emotion, none of you have seen each other like this... well.. not towards one another. it was just foreign and strange.
→ “you’re such a sensitive crybaby, fucking christ y/n.” “and if those weren’t jokes, you’d still damn take it like nothing.”
→ freezing as soon the words slipped out from his lips, it grew densely silent. your hand slipping off the doorknob, gaze lowering down onto the floor. only focusing in on the shoes kept on.
→ “..h-hey, babe- i- didn’t-” Daishou realized the words he said, it may not be harmful to most, but knowing you. he knew you hated being called anything of the such, even the shit he decided to add made his heart ache with regret.
→ watching you hurry off towards the front door, to supposedly leave, he grabbed your wrist. before you whacked his hand away, 
→ “D-dont fucking touch me. I don’t w-wanna... fuckin hear it. Not now. Or even ever.” “..i should’ve never met you, i was damn stupid enough to think this will last longer with that- dare you did.” “..you probably never loved me.”
→ watching you slip off outside in the night, he didn’t know what to do. hands clenching into fists, as he heard your steps fade away and into silence. the air was more tensed, more suffocating. his mind was clouded with something unfamiliar to him.
→ ‘..how did he know about that.’ 
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𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞:
→ you always had a sneaking suspicion. you always did. that instinctive feeling ;lm, jn your gut that you should’ve trusted. it was dumb of you to push it away because of the hope you had. well... false hope.
→ you always caught him not at the spot after his practice, the usual spot. always questioning his team to know where he could’ve ran off, they all gave off a shrug and sometimes a slight assumption you followed. leading somewhere more secluded and hidden, to avail to not find him.
→ stumbling back to the previous spot you seem him slink his way at the same time from around a corner... or somewhere. waving up at him and happily greeting him with the usual smile and hug, you question how his hair looked more ruffled and messed up. as if hurried and ruffled up. Atsumu giving a silly excuse of whatever, you shrugged it off. continuing on with the rest of your days together.
→ this would continue a few times. but different things would seem off about him every time, and you took note. occasionally questioning again, before being shot down with an excuse. taking in it again just to not escalate things.
→ as time passed. you began to grow assumptions, noticing how distance he was becoming, having ‘plans’ already up which were not with you, and he often came home late from it. or not, and came home the next day. not even the morning.
→ sitting on the bed of your shared room, you stared idly at the buzzing phone on the nightstand. ‘..’tsumu’s phone is going off.’ as curiosity grew the longer it went on, your boyfriend was in the shower so it wouldn’t be too much of a harm right?
→ peering over to look at the illuminated screen, you blankly stared at the text messages. reading the messages word for word and slowly, ‘..who..’ 
→ staring at the messages and the sender, you knew it was someone who had a liking of your boyfriend... should you even call him that now?
→ swiping the phone from its original position you just watched the messages keep going till it stops to the recent time. you didn’t open the app, but just merely stare at the name. it had a cute nickname and all, similarly to yours. mind becoming hazy and clouded, you didn’t know how long you were staring at Atsumu’s phone till his raising voice snapped you out of the trance.
→ flinching as he snatched his phone away from your hands, you stared up at the fake blonde who had just gotten out of the shower simply wearing nothing but casual sweats with a damp towel hanging off his shoulder. 
→ “Hey! y/n why were ya’ staring at my damn phone?” his gaze was ironed onto you, meeting your [e/c] eyes. you could tell he was furious and he was getting ticked off by each silent second you let by. “not gonna speak? are ya braindead or something honey?”
→ seeing you softly mutter words but it was too quiet to hear, almost like a whisper. but besides the way it was heard, the words itself were not light and gentle.
→ “..why did you cheat..” 
→ a sudden jolt hit him, “..c-cheat? I didn’t cheat on ya’ baby, what are you talking about?” he lied.
→ “now.. you’re lying to me... ‘tsumu.” the softness of your tone was quite concerning, it was saddened and dismal. the building of tears daring to fall any second, you just stared at him with the distraught expression.
→ “What? I’m not ly-” before the fake blonde could slip out the rest of the word, you jumped in.
→ “You are LYING, Miya. Stop acting like you aren’t.” quickly standing up and moving to the side.
→ “How did you even know?” he yelled back, knowing it was worthless to keep up his lies and fake pretending.
→ “Those damn texts-??” you pointed towards his phone that his fist was holding. “..a-are you stupid?” the wavering of your voice made you regret speaking, but it was inevitable and shittier if you left your feelings unsaid.
→ Atsumu’s thick brows furrowed down, “Wait- So you’re telling me ya snooped on my phone?! The fuck is wrong with you!” “..can’t I have some privacy? can’t I!? Y/n!?” he snapped back.
→ “What’s.. wrong with me? With ME-? Miya..” averting your gaze for a quick second, you looked back as you poked him roughly, “..you have been.. been- fucking.. Cheating on me this whole time. A-and.. I know you have been-! Those times you’ve been slipping off after practice. you leaving off to ‘hang out’ with friends? What a fucking. load. of. bullshit. Miya.”
→ tears were dripping down from your eyes, before you bit down your lip for the next response. while the blonde could only stared in silence, conflicted.
  → “I-..I really thought you loved me, that whole time.. really did. and i was a damn fool to have such hopes.” you had hurriedly rushed off to leave the room, the quick muttering of an foreign phrase stabbed his heart.
→ “..i should’ve never met you either.”
→ he didn’t know what to do, but hearing the click of the front door opening and shutting accompanied by your running steps that faded. he knew you weren’t coming back. all he did was stand there in distraught, confusion, troubled, everything.
→ ‘what do i do now..’
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𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊:
→ he wouldn’t be the physical affection type person, but at times, you were an exception. knowing you liked to cuddle, gives hugs, and all that jazz. it often took a lot persuasion for him to get to cuddle whenever you had a chance too, having a schedule that often didnt mesh well.
→ so it wasn’t a big deal if it ended up into a confrontation about it, occasionally small arguments. but this one was unexpected, especially to you.
→ hearing Sakusa walk in your shared home, you looked over from your position in the kitchen. giving him a soft welcome home, asking “Hey, Omi! How was your day?”
→ “..pretty irritating.” he muttered from under his mask, pulling it down under his chin as he took off his shoes.
→ instinctively you walked over to hug him at least, but he steered away quickly. obviously denying it without a word. blinking at him, you took the sign and stepped away, apologizing softly under your breath.
→ you were having an off day yourself, some things weren’t going so well for you during the day till you got home. hoping you’d have some time with your boyfriend, wanting to cuddle and maybe a hug at least knowing how he is. 
→ “..I-..uh.. do you wanna cuddle after you shower or-” Sakusa interrupted you bluntly and rather quickly, “no.”
→ only biting down the rest of your words, you softly nodded. seeing him drift off into your shared room, supposedly gonna rinse up. sighing as you went off to do your own thing to wait, hoping he’ll feel a little better for the offer again.
→ he doesn’t.
→ raising your arms up to him as he walked out of the bathroom door, he doesn’t bat an eye towards you. making your heart ache slightly, “..omi? are you okay?” you began to follow him shortly behind into your bedroom.
→ “..didn’t i say i was irritated earlier.” he stiffly said, slipping on a shirt as he did.
→ “i-..i mean yeah but.. are you at me? I’m- uhh.. also having a bad day too y’know.” “i wanted to be with you.”
→ the air was dense. even if there was barely any physical aggression and irritation it would make you cower. as it settled down longer, Sakusa muttered something. it was so clear as day in the suffocating silence.
→ “you’re really so selfish you know that.” “..matches your clingy attitude.”
→ ‘he didn’t care. he didn’t.’ is all you could think of. it just rushed 
→ “..you think I’m selfish?” you repeated, your hands tightening around the edge of your long sleeves. nails almost digging into your palm. “do you really think that.” your soft and gentle demeanor faded quickly.
→ the wavy haired male turn to look at you, seeing your head and gaze kept low and averted from his. seeing your clenching hands, almost penetrated your own skin. instantly regretting his words. 
→ “y/n- I- really didn’t-..” stopping himself he sees the dripping tears fall onto the floor, then your sniffles.
→ “Just- just shut up. I n-need space..” already slipping pass and out the door, he went to go after you yelling out your name. seeing you freeze at the doorway, about to slip on a coat and shoes.
→ “..Sakusa. Just drop it. I don’t- wanna deal with this right now. You.. you made my.. day far worse.”
→ ‘he said.. my last name. not... not my first. shit.’ biting back what else to say, he stood there silently. watching you put on a pair of shoes before rushing off out into the cold.
→ silent fights and arguments is what scares y/n the most. it happens quite often but this was the most suffocating one by far, ruining his day. and his mind. letting the negative overwhelm him more. letting Sakusa’s word stuck in his brain on replay. 
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call out my name pt. 2
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summary: spencer rushes off to fix things with y/n, but can they really be fixed?
word count: 2,371                                                                                     reading time aprox: 9 mins
a/n: i just wanted to say thank you for all the support and praise i received on here, especially seeing all of my favorite authors comment and reblog my work is so heartening. thank you all so much for the support, you’re the reason why i have the encouragement to continue doing what i love <3
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part 1
The rain pattered against the window panes, interlocking with the light that shone through the sheer curtains of my apartment. A cold breeze slipped through the crack of the window, letting it venture through the dim room before it graced my skin. Although the sensation hadn’t registered in my mind as the plain beige wall in front of me consumed my attention. 
The hypnotic sound of the rain provided a consistent rhythm that encouraged my introspection. In the entire duration of my break, I’ve let my thoughts filter and organize themselves. I’ve felt powerless against the accusations that my brain has thrown towards me, setting my emotions to the side in a state of suspense. 
My knees were curled up against my chest, my unwashed hair scrunched up against my cheeks, and my sweater was littered with unknown stains and dried tears. Along with the descension of my reasonability, my hygiene followed shortly after. 
I was brought out of my bubble by the buzz of my phone. I turned it off weeks ago from the constant notifications I got from the team, it was only when I received a text message from my mother that I decided to turn it back on for the day. 
I reached over to the side table where my phone laid, feeling my muscles tense up and ache from the lack of movement I’ve done these past weeks. Turning it on, the intense light blinded me, leaving me disoriented. When my eyes finally adjusted to the sudden change of light, I wished that I had been blinded a little longer than I was. 
The notification read ‘New Voicemail: JJ <3’ 
My breath got pushed back in my throat, a wave of discomfort flooding over my entire body as my thumb hesitated over the notification. My lips trembled, swallowing my saliva while a debate ensued between my impulsivity and my timidity. With a numb boost of confidence I hurriedly pressed on the notification, traveling through my phone to hear out her message. 
“Hey Y/N” The message began. “I know that you heard...about what I said to Spence-” Her voice was low and full of penance, although any remorse that I tried to comprehend washed away at her use of Spencer’s nickname. “Gosh, I don’t even - I don’t even know how to begin to apologize for what I said - I - you don’t know how much Spence loves you and how much he talks about you” She sighed, her tone picking up as she praised Spencer. “But what I said was completely inappropriate and I��m so sorry for what I said. Telling Spence that I loved him was way out of line, considering that you’re such a dear friend to me, and especially since things are so complicated with me and Will - I just - I’m so sorry that I told him that I love-” 
The rest of the message was left to the imagination as I forcefully threw my phone against the beige wall, denting it in the process. A flurry of newfound rage clouded my mind, providing a break from the contradicting thoughts that usually engulfed my head. For once, I had directed the emotion towards another individual rather than myself. 
The phone fell with a heavy thud, glass debris flying across the floor, decorating the oak floors with fragments. I could care less about the material expense that I would have to pay; my blind resentment tainting my rationality. 
My chest heaved in exasperation as a novel onslaught of tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Although the quantity of tears were sparse because they were wasted on my self reproach the previous week. I furiously wiped them away, detaching myself from the malicious feeling, a habit I came to develop. 
I adapted to the stupefaction that infiltrated my heart, at times feeling grateful for the ability. The coldness that surrounded my small living room couldn’t compare to the icy innards of my chest. 
Finally collecting my composure, I looked over to a mirror that sat between my bookshelves, taking in my disheveled and ragged appearance. 
JJ wouldn’t look like this
My face contorted into a somber expression, letting my insecurities slip through the hard persona I persisted to instill in myself. I surveyed the filthy environment that surrounded me; the floor was painted with old dirt, the furniture had accumulated colonies of dust, and the roses that sat on the kitchen counters had wilted. 
JJ would never let herself go like this
Who was I kidding? Who was I, Y/N Y/L/N, to compare to a Georgetown graduate, an astounding profiler, and an icon of beauty? 
Well the one thing I had that she didn’t was Spencer
But did I really? 
I was startled out of my grim assessment by a frantic knocking against my front door. I groaned internally, not hesitating to stay where I was situated. I couldn’t handle any human interaction at the moment, frankly I didn’t want any human interaction at all. I’ve learned to love the little cocoon I had built around me, finding serendipity in my self-isolation. 
“Go away!” I attempted to shout, but all that came out was a hoarse whimper that sent a sharp pain to my esophagus. I flinched as the knocking became more frantic, the volume elevating along with the forceful jabs against the wood. 
I felt my ears ring, using my hands to alleviate the pounding that attacked my eardrums. I was about to open my mouth to disclose another warning, but a familiar voice had interrupted me. 
“Y/N! Y/N are you in there!” Spencer yelled, slamming his fists against the door between every phrase. 
I froze in my spot, a wave of mixed emotions coming over me as my cheeks flushed at hearing his voice for the first time in a long time. The familiar sound sent shockwaves down my spine and dread silenced my tongue. It felt like I was on high alert, like an animal paranoid of its prey. 
“Y/N! Just - god please tell me you’re at least okay” He stammered in his fit of hysteria, the bangs on the door slowing in rhythm. 
Silence followed his pleas, instilling a sense of relief that I didn’t know I needed. Movement outside stilled, making me think that he had given up his relentless efforts and went elsewhere. I let out a breath that I held in, alleviating the stress that had accumulated inside of me. 
Although the moment that I began to relax into my seat, two blaring shots rattled through the apartment complex. The scent of gunpowder meshed with the dewy air as I jumped out of my seat, startled and alarmed. I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my palms, the ringing leaving me blindsided. 
“Y/N! Y/N? Are you there?” Spencer rushed in with his gun pointed, his feet clattering against the floor in a haste. 
“What the fuck Spencer” I hoarsely whispered, although the meekly volume of my voice hadn’t penetrated this ears. 
“Y/N!” He called out once again, slowing his movements as his sneakers squeaked with every step he made. 
“I’m here Spencer, I’m here” I repeated, using all my might to push the small phrase off of my tongue. My throat stung at the strain of my voice, a burning feeling eliciting from the back of my throat due to the dryness. This time I had caught his attention.
We locked eyes for a brief moment before I quickly broke our line of sight, insecure about my current appearance; even after a month I still held Spencer’s opinion to the highest magnitude. In the time that I observed him, I noticed that he was drenched in rain water, his hair tangled and strung out from his head while droplets proceeded behind him. 
“I-” He breathed, his words caught in his throat. He dropped his revolver beside him in incredulity, drinking in my battered presence. He didn’t look too well either, his stature was still the same but the bags under his eyes were prominent, his cheeks were puffed from exhaustion, and his posture resembled the hunchback of Notre Dame. 
“W- what are y- you doing here Spencer?” I croaked, rubbing my hands against my arms in an attempt for any type of coverage. 
My senses heightened as I waited for his response. He brought in such a familiar, yet unfamiliar presence with him. It felt like I was home, but so far away from it at the same time. 
Maybe it was the way that I longed for the warmth of his embrace, the calming rhythm of his heart beat while I slept on his chest, and the soothing melody of his voice while he read to me. But maybe it was also the way he hadn’t dared to speak when JJ’s voice was full of love, when he assumed that I hadn’t acknowledged the endearments he received from another woman, and when I became a distant thought in the back of his head. 
I’ve never doubted Spencer’s eidetic memory, but this time I questioned my place in that brilliant mind of his. Maybe for the first time, I was the one thought that had ceased to exist. 
“I - why didn’t you tell me?” He uttered, running his hand over his jaw in grievance. His eyes burned holes into me, the intense glare making me feel small under his scrutiny. 
I couldn’t answer
“God Y/N - I don’t even - why didn’t you even tell me?” 
“I - uh - I don’t” I stuttered, unable to muster the confidence or cognitive ability to speak; it was like my brain had turned into mush. 
“Please talk to me” He pleaded, taking a hesitant step closer to me. 
I stumbled back in a haste like he was some sort of repellent. I felt a constant push and pull in my gut, messing with my innate instincts. 
“Spencer don’t-” I warned, seeing how he had taken a few determined strides towards me. 
“Spence...please don't - p- please” I whimpered, feeling a wet substance slide down the apple of my cheeks. I tasted the crimson blood mix with the salty residue on my lips, unaware of how hard I bit down on the skin. 
Pained tears continued to fall incessantly from my eyes, matching the way the rain ran down my window panes previously. I saw Spencer’s figure slump down in defeat, the helplessness in my words permeating his eardrums. 
“Y/N just - please let me fix - Y/N just please let me fix us” He solicited, looking to me for permission to advance. 
“Spencer there’s no need for fixing anythi-” 
“Yes there is Y/N-” 
“No there isn’t Spencer!” I persisted, convincing myself that I had everything under control. I shut my eyes in frustration, shaking my head in denial while I reminded myself of all the malicious emotions I refused to feel. 
“Y/N please just list-” 
“No Spencer. I know what to do and I know how to deal with-” 
“No Y/N! No you don’t - god you’re so stubborn sometimes -” He imprudently blurted out, pinching at the bridge of his nose to collect his composure. “Y/N - please just…” He sighed, looking deep into my eyes from a distance. “Please just let me in” He begged, a few tears slipping from the corners of his somber irises. His face wore an anguished and desperate expression, an expression that had the ability to end a war. 
My cold exterior shattered instantaneously from the sight of Spencer, feeling my heart being tugged into multiple directions until all that was left was a pained human muscle. As much as I wanted to convince myself of an ardent persona, I knew that Spencer was the only person that could invoke such a visceral reaction from me. Whether I accepted the feeling or not, I knew that Spencer’s effect on me was unmatched to any delusions I made myself to believe. 
My lips trembled uncontrollably as a soft sob rolled off my tongue. I looked to Spencer for aid, feeling my entire facade crash and burn. My knees buckled and weakened from reality coming in all at once. When the first cry fell from my mouth, more followed soon after. 
I became a drenched mess that sat in the middle of the living room. I felt deceived by myself, developing a sense of self resentment as my mindset came into actualization. I grieved for the fragment of myself that I secluded and killed off because of my inability to process my agony, longing for that piece of me back. 
Spencer came to my rescue, engulfing me in his arms and encroaching me with his touch. I leaned into his chest, desperately clutching onto the dress shirt he wore. My tears stained his blazer, leaving puddles along the fabric, but I couldn’t care less. 
I breathed in the sedative scent, feeling it flush through my nostrils, reminding me of home. I held onto his arms tightly, afraid that he would disappear the moment I let go of him. 
Spencer tried to reach down to grab a hold of my cheek, but I nudged his fingers away, climbing into his lap as I buried my face into the crook of his neck. 
He cooed into my hair, stroking my back while he whispered his endearments in my ear. “You’re okay Y/N - we’re going to be okay” He breathed, letting out a staggered exhale as he enunciated his words. 
Light rushed into my chest at that moment, letting it conquer and cut through the caution tape I had wired around my feelings. Shutting my eyes, I relaxed into his love, letting it infiltrate and replace my fears. 
I didn’t doubt that it was going to take time to heal and repair, but at least it was beginning. 
“I love you so so much Y/N - more than you can ever conceive” He declared, pressing a soft kiss on my temple. “And nobody will ever tell me otherwise” 
I knew from that moment that I didn’t have to walk on a tightrope no longer because I knew it was my name that Spencer would be calling out.
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Uhm.. a random thought but... If I may ask, how would your OCs react to their lover/crush kissing them on the cheek/lips? (Your choice there-)
—totallynotthecuriouscyn—
I could do it with their actual canon lovers/crushes, but you know who they are already and some of them doesn't have one or doesn't want to for now. So, I thought this is a good oportunity to feed the simps (?) out there and turn it into a "Y/N kiss them, how they react?". So enjoy it, I guess 😂
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Ermine
When you kiss Ermine, he stands still there, without moving at all.
He is too slow to process what just happened and his face is suddenly all red having the most surprised expression ever.
May even short-circuit a bit, the most flustered a person could can be. You almost see the steam coming out of his head while his ears bend down in shyness.
"I--- I- Ahhh, excuse me!!! ///////"
So yes, he totally panics. If he has the opportunity, he might flee, to your desmise.
You can always go after him tho, but he is pretty fast!!
Ermine likes you so much he barely can look at you after that, but he just can't accept it out loud or in an honest way just yet.
So he would look embarrassed and call you an idiot in an endearing way.
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Nahal
He never expects to receive those type of attentions, so he would jolt right there.
His wings open and flaps them in an unconscious way while he looks at you like something really shocking happened.
He might become a stuttering mess and try to say "What was that for!?" and "Why you did that!?" but he just mesh everything together and doesn't say anything comprehensible enough.
You think he looks cute tho; not that he is shy, but like he tries very hard to find the reason under the kiss.
"A-re you teasing me? W-well I'm not going fall for such a trick!!"
You may be his crush but that must be the reason, and not that you like him back actually. It seems that even if you tell him directly he wouldn't believe it anyway.
Please give him time so he can realize this!
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Gilmo
The first thing Gilmo does after receiving a kiss is to look at you a bit surprised, and then he would chuckle looking at you.
"Oh my, is that your way to say you are happy to see me? What a good kid."
Then he pats your head in the most sweet way, maybe even cups one of your cheeks with a gloved hand, and smiles at you like you are his precious little prize.
Somehow, they one who is kinda flustered here is you, and not him, the one that got kissed suddenly.
He looks so confident and takes it so naturally it's even kind of mysterious, but he looks really happy after that.
Gilmo may think is his turn and take you by your hand, in a very gentleman way.
You are not sure what is going to do, but he definitely takes the lead from there.
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Rossain
He is not used to be kissed all this suddenly! Of course, he is the one that has the situation under control and paces it at his own will, so this is one of the best ways to surprise him.
It's even more effective if you are his crush, because of course he was being kissed before. Of course, they weren't people he was genuinely interested in.
So he is a bit wide-eyed, and you can see well how his freckles are tainted in red now.
But he is a smart player in the game that is dating, so he makes sure to react quickly to hide this kind of thing.
"Oh~? I see. If you wanted my attention that bad, you could have tell me so"
He really tries to look cool and not let see that it actually affected him more than what he wants to admit.
And even if he is a good actor, you could catch him if you know him enough already.
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DeShawn
If you are able to kiss DeShawn, that already means he likes you so much that he even lets you touch him, as he is very iffy about this.
It might trigger some sort of response on him, but it's hard to say if it's good or not. In any case, he seems to direct his attention to only you. Which is... good.
DeShawn is not good at communicating, so you are not sure what he is trying to say with looking at you so intensely, maybe even physically corners you without even noticing.
His dangerous aura is always up, but now is something more there that you cannot tell what is it. It's sure he wants something from you, tho.
Both of his ears might drop, and while he is always loud and aggressive, he is trying his best to not look like that.
"Oi... are you sure you want to do that again?"
For once, his tone is not a threat (even if you could read that as one!), but an ask or a confirmation. Maybe this time he wants to expect it.
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Malik
A surprise kiss from his crush for Malik may be like a sudden caress from their owner for a cat.
It's not like it's not wanted, but it bothers him that he didn't allow it when he wanted it.
So he may not take it too well at first, because that's not how things are suppossed to be.
But he may come back some minutes later because if you bring the mood you also should be responsible to keep with it, right?
"What are you waiting for? You didn't kiss me for teasing me, right? If that's the case, I should do the same then"
He is like a overgrown selfish feline, but that's kind of his charm after all.
He won't let you leave until he decides you received what you gave him, of course.
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Kero
It may be a bit of a mistake giving a kiss to Kero out of nowhere. Not because he takes it badly, quite the opposite.
But that may make him too eager. Because he is intense.
If he likes you, and you can tell he does in how he follows you around and wags his tail every time he sees you (hell, he even pronounce your name like he needs to say it out loud), he is gonna be difficult to deal with.
You might just wanted to give him a peck because he looked really good, being focused for once, but that seems to awake the beast.
"Haha, what is it? You want to play with me? So mean! Then I want to play to!"
He just can't resist himself and will wrap you between his arms.
Probably the one that gives you more kisses than you gives him. Not because you don't try, but again, because Kero has too many energy and affection and he plans to use it all on you if he can!
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