#uhhh...chest? is that...is that a thing we like about men...?

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 14

Vader x Reader

a/n: so sorry for the delayyy rahhh i’ve been traveling for the holidays!! i’ve been cranking stuff out tho so dw!!! i’ve been working on enigma, allow me, and line cook ani pt 2 heheh also unconditionally epilogue// also words in font like this means vader is using the force to speak- not his normal voice

How much longer will it be before you hear from Lord Vader again? is he safe? is he alright?

warnings: cursing, angst, harm, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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After what seemed like days of stumbling around fighting off any enemy he came against, Vader finally obtained a ship. It wasn’t much, but at least he was able to jump start it. As soon as he got the engine going- he set in coordinates for Hoth. 

He was absolutely exhausted in every way someone could be; mentally, physically, emotionally… Not only did his broken body ache, but his mind raced with thoughts of what his master would do next if he were to defy him. Would he really be replaced? 

As he flew the small ship towards the icy system, the failure of his suit became increasingly evident. After using so much energy and power from the force to fend off bounty hunters and fight opponents (all while his suit was damaged and with makeshift limbs), he was so completely exhausted that he could barely stay conscious as he drifted through space. 

The flesh parts of his legs throbbed uncomfortably- the makeshift prosthetics weren't made to cushion his walk so he was putting too much pressure on his poor stumps. He desperately wanted to put the ship on auto pilot but sadly, it did not have that feature.

So he begrudgingly adjusted himself in the pilot seat and desperately tried to stay awake. 

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Your anxiety was through the roof the past few days; not only had you heard nothing from Vader or when he would return, but the Emperor seemed as if he were observing you much more closely now. 

Thankfully you had finished your main tasks for the day and retired to your quarters earlier than normal (not that that really meant anything special. You were still just going to overthink).

You laid down and observed the same ceiling you had been looking at for months, only this time you were worried about Vader. 

You pleaded with the force that he was ok and would return safely. You would rejoice once you knew he was safe and finally with you again. Would he feel the same about you?

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The sight of his docked ship took an enormous weight off of Vader’s chest; he was back. He would no longer have to wonder how he’d get back or have to worry about conserving his energy. 

He landed the ship as best as he could, but it was a rough landing; he had to opt for a landing in the snow. Once the ship was powered off, he slowly pulled himself out of the cockpit. 

The freezing temperatures of the frigid planet whipped at his exposed skin and made his metal joints creaky. He was shutting down. His legs were barely able to hold his weight anymore- he was completely drained.

Even though he wanted so desperately to call to you through the force, he just couldn’t muster the energy. 

Before he knew it, his world went black and he was left lying, face down, in the thick layers of snow. 

Thankfully some stormtroopers saw his bumpy landing and came to check out the commotion. Without them he would not have made it back. 

“Uhhh- You might wanna take a look at this” one of the white armor clad men said to the other. 

“Lord Vader?!”

“Yea…. we should probably get him inside” another chimed in. 

“Right away! We need to get him to the med chamber”

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You had taken a stroll around the living quarters to try to get your mind off of things (it wasn’t working), sadly everything in the damn ship just screamed Vader- it was his ship, after all. 

As you walked the halls, a large group of troopers marched down the hall opposite to you.

They seemed rushed- their matters must have been important. 

You thought nothing of it initially (There was always some drill or task they were running around to complete), but you froze when you heard it. 

“Lord Vader is back”

“Really? Where is he?” a second asked. 

“We’re pretty sure he's in the med bay- probably being checked for wounds” the first added. 

You didn’t need to hear anymore, before you were off.

You rushed to the med bay where he was being held for assessment by the medical droids and Vanee.

You punched in the security code and swiped your card quicker than you ever had before and breathlessly entered the dark room. 

You didn’t expect to see a pillar of light in the middle of the pitch black room; once your eyes adjusted you realized the pillar was actually a large bacta tank… with a limbless figure strung up in the middle, a sight you had never seen. 

As you squinted you realized you recognized that face- it was Vader in there.

Was he injured so badly as to lose the rest of his limbs? No- you looked closer and his amputations seemed to be old wounds- you knew he had some prosthetics, but you didn’t realize he had lost all of them. 

He floated in the healing liquid, only suspended by a black harness. The slight movement of the water softly carried his body up and down.

You observed more and noticed how muscular he was, his shoulders were just as broad even outside the suit. As much as you wanted to linger your gaze on his body, you felt that it was not the time to marvel at his impressive physique.

You began to walk forward to get a better look at his injuries when a pale faced man ran at you; “Get out! Do not dare disturb the Lord as he heals!” the elder screamed at you, which caused Vader to weakly open an eye. 

Once he saw that it was you he panicked for a moment- he didn’t want you to see him like this… he wasn’t ready.

Surely you were frightened of him now, surely you couldn’t hold him in the same regard as you did before. 

A look of worry found itself onto your face as you saw Vader’s scared face, but soon the pale man started getting violent with you.

He pulled, pushed, and even began to scratch you with his long nails but you wouldn’t budge, you needed to make sure Vader was ok. 

Vanee, Stop.

What was that?

The pale man ceased his attack and stepped aside, “but my lord, she is-”

Let her be and leave us.

Vader was speaking through the force. 

Vanee nodded and scurried out of the dark room. 

Once it was just you and Vader left, you walked towards the glass tube and rested your palms against the cool surface. 

“V? Are you going to be ok?” you asked with a  small voice. 

I will be, i’m so sorry

both of his eyes were open now.

“Sorry for what V?” What was he talking about?

I didn’t want you to see me like this

You were no medic so all you could offer Vader was your company and support as he endured a painful recovery process.

“Oh, Vader… please do not worry about that- I want you to focus on healing” you said softly as you pressed a gentle hand on the glass of the tank. 

You felt a warm sensation wash over you and embraced the familiar force signature of the Sith; he was connecting with you the only way he could. 

Thank you

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You stayed by Vader’s side until he was done with his soak; the two of you were silent for the most part- for you it was just comforting to be in his presence once more. 

Near the end he opened up about the past few days in small bits (you probably wouldn’t ever get the full story).

He briefly explained why his master sought to punish him and to you, it was an impossibly stupid reason. 

You were disgusted by the Emperor- he tortured Vader for teaming with someone he thought fit to be an ally. Then Palpatine went so far as to destroy Vader’s prosthetics and dump him back onto the shores that once scarred him all those years ago.

If Vader weren’t as strong as he is… he surely would have died. 

Palpatine is a cruel man. 

W-would you help me lie down?

“I would rather you help me than the droids,” he admitted in his modulated voice.

You nodded and walked closer to the glass.  

“Press that button and lift that switch” he guided you towards an operating panel that would drain his tank. 

Once you had that done you went to search for some towels to dry him off with. He was left hanging from his harness with an embarrassed feeling.

The glass tube retreated below the floor and he was gently lowered to the platform; you laid a soft towel down and had another in your hands as you received his tired body. 

You guided his body into your lap and held him in your arms once he was finally released from the suspending cords that attached to the harness around his torso.

He was so light in your arms compared to what you had expected; he was muscular, but the more you thought about it, he only had a torso, a head, and four stumps. 

He allowed you to assist him to the steel examination table in the next room over. You could tell he was ashamed of his body and inability to do basic tasks in his state, but you quietly reminded him that you only wanted to help. 

“Would you like me to unbuckle your harness? Or do you just want to keep it on, I assume you’ll be going back in the tank soon” You offered softly.

To your surprise, he shook his head- “No, my master won't allow me to soak again today until much later. Are you sure you would be comfortable touching… me?” He added the last part in pity. 

You scowled at his master’s instructions, but your eyes softened when you answered him, “Vader, I have pledged myself to you, have I not?”.

“Y-yes?” he replied softly.

“Then you have nothing to worry about- You have nothing to be ashamed of,” you said.

Your words seemed to relax him slightly and he exhaled shakily before shutting his eyes.

You stayed by his calming him, helping apply cooling creams to his new burns, and helping him with the oxygen mask.

It hurt to see the one you loved in such a crestfallen state, but at least he was alive. 

Once he was a bit more stable he spoke again.

“thank you, proceed”. 

The ends of his limbs had metal ports that looked warped; to your best knowledge they must have been welded to another type of metal and then had to be cut off. 

You jumped a little when you saw Vader begin to move his scarred legs from you; he refused to meet your gaze. 

“It’s alright- I’m just examining your ports- I may be able to design new ones for you since these ones definitely won’t be able to connect to your new legs” you said in an attempt to quell his worries. 

His eyes relaxed and he began to blink slowly again. 

Thank you

He was speaking through the force again; his energy must have been depleting. 

“No need to thank me V. I would do anything for you” you smiled softly before leaning in to kiss his temple. 

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You worked on crafting new ports for Vader’s prosthetics to attach as he rested; you offered to leave and work in the workshop, but he insisted (more like begged) you to stay with him.

You had the transport droid he gifted you, bringing up the materials and your toolkit so you could start working as you sat with him. 

Though, Vader did sense the surrounding area first to make sure Palpatine wouldn’t make a surprise visit- having you in his chambers would not be a good scene for the emperor to see. 

You knew if Palpatine was so cruel as to make Vader relive his past trauma and suffering, he would definitely have no problems involving you in a nefarious scheme to get Vader to react in a certain way. It was beyond fucked up.

Soon you had finished his arm’s ports and walked over to the bed you laid him on.

His eyes were closed and a few tubes carrying nutrients and oxygen peeked from under the covers you placed over him. 

You could hear his damaged throat rasping with every breath he took; you wanted nothing more than to take all of his pain away.

This was the longest you had ever seen him out of his suit and the only time you had ever seen his whole body. 

He was covered head to thigh in poorly healed scars and new burns from his most recent brush with the unforgiving lava planet.

His chest and back had a few unnatural ports for his suit to connect his life support to, but other than that he was flesh (except for his organs, of course). 

But sadly you would have to wake him from his slumber soon since he was supposed to be back to his duties in two days ...The Emperor heartlessly expected an impossibly speedy recovery- obviously that was just an outrageous request, but Vader couldn’t protest. 

You knew the wounds that littered his face had been “healed” for years, but as you went to brush his forehead you hesitated.

Should you be touching him without his permission?

Seeing him outside of his suit seemed like you were gazing upon something sacred. Something you shouldn't.

Gently you placed a gentle hand on his cheek and waited for him to open his eyes. You bit your lip before placing your other hand on his other cheek. 

“Vader,” you whispered.

Still nothing. 

Slowly and carefully, you leaned down to place a tender kiss on his scarred forehead- that woke him up. 

His yellow eyes opened abruptly-but when he felt it was you, he closed them once more. The next time he opened them, his eyes were the cerulean blue you had been chasing since the first time you saw them. 

He let his guard down when he was with you. 

You smiled at the man and gave him another peck. You pressurized the chamber so that he could be without the uncomfortable mask.

Gently you lifted his head and took the hard device off of his face.

“Vader, I have your arm ports and arms ready for you- The arm’s are just temporary, but I assumed you’d rather have some for now instead of none at all,” you explained softly. 

He gave you a long blink to indicate his agreement before his brow bone furrowed and looked towards the cold table that stood in the harsh lighting only a few feet away. 

“We do have to go there so that the doids can remove your warped ports” you said solemnly. 

You knew he hated procedures, but he also knew they were a necessity. His chest rose and fell before he indicated he was ready. 

“I could carry you over- or I can get the transpor-”

“Transport” his voice rang through the force. 

You figured so. 

He wasn’t quite comfortable being that vulnerable and you could understand that. You nodded, started up the pod, and left the room so he could complete the transfer in peace.

You felt the vibrations when he called for your return and promptly entered once more. 

Vader was now lying uncomfortably on the sterile silver table; only his boxers covered his lower half. You stepped into the light and took out the tools that would be used to remove his broken ports. 

This too had two options; you could take them off of him quicker than a droid could, but then you would be the one causing him pain- or it could take longer and hurt more, but a droid would be doing it.

Vader also knew this and could sense your dilemma. 

You.

You sucked in a breath- you really didn’t want to do this, but it would cause him less pain (even if it didn’t seem to). 

You shakily nodded and picked up the instrument that would be used to pry off his damaged port.

The process was simple, use a small beam to cut around the port to loosen it up and then use an instrument to pry the warped metal off.

The beam would be painful without numbing medicine (which Palpatine removed all of…), so Vader would have to endure the pain full throttle. Once again you cursed the pale man. 

Thankfully you had a spur of the moment idea- you called for a small droid to collect some snow and ice from the banks of Hoth (where you were still stationed).  

Vader looked at you curiously. 

“There’s no numbing cream here and I don’t want you to feel the sting so I’m going to numb your arm with ice water”. 

His eyes widened and he managed a small smile, “Thank you”

You nodded, “Of course, but it will be uncomfortable to put your arm in the water” you explained to which he simply nodded. 

Once the droid returned and you prepared the ice bath, you helped Vader to the edge of the table so that you could submerge his stump. 

“On three; one, two, three…” you counted before pushing his warped ligament into the freezing water. 

His body lurched and he gasped as the frigid sensation coarse through his arm. You bit your lip to steady yourself, his arm needed to stay completely submerged for the numbing to work. 

“I’m sorry V” you said as his muscles twitched all over his scarred body. 

Soon time was up and you quickly pulled out his arm, dried it off, and grabbed the precision laser. You put on some goggles and began to outline the end of his stump. As you rounded the port you could smell a mix of heated metal and flesh. 

Even so often you glanced up to see his face, thankfully he really had no reaction and nothing in his force signature indicated pain- your method was working. 

The port was completely cut and you began to pry it off. You hated the feeling of his skin being used as leverage to pull his cybernetic part off.

Once the metallic connector was off, his stump was simply irritated, scarred flesh with screw slots to hold his ports in place. 

His stump was warm to the touch so you decided to cool him in water once more (just to be safe).

In only a few more minutes his new port was secured and you helped put his temporary prosthetic on. 

He tested the limb with great relief. 

“Was that ok?” you asked worriedly. 

He nodded and caressed your cheek with his new arm; to which you leaned over the table to kiss him. 

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You finished up the other arm before you stopped for the day- he didn’t really need his legs done until tomorrow and you weren’t going to be able to do those since they were literally welded into his flesh from how close he was to the lava. 

So once you cleaned everything up, and got him back into bed, you took your seat once more. Your eyes felt heavy as you sat back in the stiff chair; just as you were drifting off to sleep you heard a weak voice. 

Was that Vader?

No- it wasn’t the normal modulated voice you had come to love, but it also wasn’t the familiar voice of his force signature. 

“W-wil you…” 

There it was again! You promptly rose to your feet and surveyed the dark room.

“Who’s there?” you demanded.

Soon you felt a weak pull towards Vader’s bed… it was him- it was his voice. 

You knelt by his bedside and took a metallic hand in yours. Never had he sounded so weak.

His vocal chords were completely damaged, he could barely speak above a whisper, and it sounded painful to speak. 

“P-please..” he attempted before a coughing fit attacked him. 

You brushed his face and cooed, “shh-shh, Don’t speak- I’m right here. It’s ok”. 

He swallowed with great effort before conveying his request, “Lie with m-me… Please-”.

“Are you sure, I don’t wanna worsen your injuries-”

He shook his head and beckoned you once more. Looking at his desperate face, how could you refuse. Carefully you lifted the covers and entered the bed with caution; once you were under the covers he quickly pulled you closer to him, making you gasp. 

Once the shock wore off, you relaxed in his arms and began to drift off. 

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Vader’s burns stung with every movement, but nothing could stop him from hugging you close.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you like this forever.

He was exhausted, but somehow having you here kept him invigorated. 

He found himself pressing his scarred lips to your temple as you dozed off in his mechanical arms. Once you were fast asleep, he couldn’t pull his gaze away from your beautiful face. 

Maker… What were you doing to him? 

He was falling in love-

No, he was in love. 

Everything about you lit up his world; your smile, your sweet voice, your soft touch, your intelligence, your passion… just you. 

He could imagine a future where you and him ruled the galaxy, side by side. 

Or

One where the two of you left everything behind and completely started over. 

Either way he knew he would be happy because he knew that as long as he was with you, everything would be alright. 

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a/n: i love love love whump :) as u can see hahah- i hope this chapter was good and sorry again for the delay 😭 thanks for the support:)

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[archangeldyke-all]

Rawrrrr I need more of Sevika and house mom reader!!! I need to see their dateeee omg I need to see Sev turn into like house step mom or somethinggggg

Im gnawing at the bar of my enclosure on my knees begging for more of these two.

Also cowboy!sev/reader- sev giving cait her blessing for vi <333

Uhhh dk if this is cool with 222daniela or nah but black vamp reader/sev- idk but i feel like sev would have a corny bucket list of things to do before reader turns her so something with that ig

love love love ya, kisses if you want em, and should i drop the official babyfather teaser? we're about 3/4ths done with that bad boy lemme know

marssss!!!! a million kisses back (and keep an eye out! i'll definitely be adding the bucket list idea to the next vampire/sevika request i have in my inbox tonight!!) but yes. lets do more club mom reader!!

men and minors dni

cherry's sitting on your couch, eating your food, laughing at you as you emerge from your room with a lingerie set she insisted you put on.

you sigh. "i look ridiculous." you huff. she snorts.

"you look like you just learned what sex is." she says, shoving more chips in her mouth. you groan.

"why are you even here? just gonna insult me?" you ask. she giggles then stands from her perch, approaching you.

"i'm here to help you get ready for your hot date. i know the sexiest thing you own are those granny panties-- you need some serious help." she says as she approaches you. you groan.

"i have sexy shit!" cherry raises an eyebrow at you, and you huff. "okay, fine." you mumble, waving her toward you. she laughs, and starts adjusting the lacy black two piece set on your body.

she tightens the straps, then adjusts your tits until they're sitting higher up on your chest. she pushes your shoulders back, turns you around, gives your exposed ass a quick smack, and then laughs when you jump.

"you actually don't look half bad, mom." she says. she walks past you toward your bedroom, laughing at the outfit you have laid out on your bed. "this is what you're wearing?"

"what's wrong with it?" you ask, walking in beside her. she laughs.

"blue jeans and a sweater? what-- she's taking you to the library or something?"

you groan. "fuck off! what am i supposed to wear?"

"i dunno mom, something that shows off those tits of yours! or your ass. or that slutty waist you got." she says as she throws open your closet door, rifling through your clothes.

"i don't remember asking you over." you say as you sit on your bed. cherry looks over her shoulder at you.

"you didn't have to. you help me get sexy all the time, now it's time for me to help you." she says. you chuckle and roll your eyes. cherry gasps, pulling a red dress out of your closet. "where the hell did this come from?" she asks. you shrug.

"remember when kelli got married?" you ask. cherry groans and nods. "i was a bridesmaid." you say. she laughs.

"god-- they were married for what, like three weeks?"

"two weeks and a day." you correct her. "it was a great fucking wedding though." you say. cherry snorts.

"i don't remember any of it i was so fucking drunk." she says as she throws the dress at you. "try it on." she demands.

you stand and slip the dress on, turning to have cherry zip up the back. she whistles when she's done, eyeing you up and down as she licks her lips.

"sevika's gonna love it." she says. you sigh.

"sevika's gonna be sorely disappointed if we go on a second date and i show up in my usual get up."

"i'll lend you a couple of slutty shirts." cherry says. you laugh.

"no thanks. we have very different measures of slutty." you tease your friend. she groans.

"you're such a prude. where are your shoes?" she asks. you laugh again and lead cherry to your living room, where your shoes are piled up by your front door. cherry frowns down at the pile, sighing, before she picks up a plain pair of black sneakers. "these will have to do. it's too bad we're different shoe sizes." she sighs.

"what, so i could break my fucking leg on some of those pleasers of yours? that'd be great for a first date, don't you think? making her chaperone me to the hospital?"

"if you're lucky-- you won't be walking at all." she says, smirking. "your feet'll be in the air all night." she teases. you laugh.

"a girl can dream, i guess." you say. cherry snorts.

"oh please, sevika's obsessed with you. i'd be surprised if you guys make it past appetizers before she's dragging you back to her place." she says. you roll your eyes.

"right." you say sarcastically. cherry scoffs.

"i'm serious! you know she came in today looking for you? you shoulda seen how fuckin' bummed she looked when i told her you had the day off."

you smile, something fluttering in your stomach.

"and i couldn't even talk her into staying for a dance, mom. i think she's really crushing on you."

you laugh and nudge your friend.

"okay, okay, get outta here, i gotta get ready." you say.

"what, you won't let me help you with your makeup?" she asks. you shake your head no.

"i do all of you guys' makeup in the club-- how hard can it be to do it on my own face?" you ask.

"whatever you say, mom." cherry says, wrapping you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "good luck tonight." she says. you hug her back.

"thanks cher-bear." you say. she giggles then pulls away, pulling your front door open and waving over her shoulder.

"see you tomorrow!" she calls over her shoulder. you wave to her.

"be safe walkin' home." you call. she nods.

"yeah, yeah. love ya mom!"

an hour later, and there's a knock at your door.

you almost trip over your feet and faceplant in your rush to get to the door.

when you swing it open, you almost die.

sevika looks so fucking good. she's wearing a black button up, only the top few buttons are undone, giving you a lovely view of her cleavage. she's got on dress slacks and fancy shiny shoes, and her hair's slicked back off her face, tucked behind her ears. she's gawking at you, clearly just as impressed by your appearance as you are by hers.

"fuck." you say in greeting. sevika closes her mouth, then smiles.

"yeah. you look so fucking good." she mumbles. you grin, and step out of your apartment, taking sevika's hand in yours. she smirks, then swoops in to press a kiss to your cheek. you gulp.

"hey." you say when she pulls away. she smiles.

"hi hotstuff." she says. you laugh.

"don't get used to it. cherry dressed me today." you mutter as sevika starts walking you to the street. she snorts.

"yeah? ran dressed me." she says. you grin.

"well they did a great fucking job." you say. sevika stumbles a bit at the compliment and you laugh. "shy, sev?" you ask. she rolls her eyes.

"f-fuck off." she mutters. you burst into laughter.

"oh c'mon! i thought you were supposed to be all sexy and suave-- all the girls keep telling me about how cool you are."

"i am!" she insists. you raise an eyebrow at her and she groans. "you just make me nervous." she mumbles. you snort.

"i make you nervous?"

"yes!" she exclaims. "i don't-- i don't think you understand." she says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to turn to face you. you blink at her. "you kinda knocked me on my ass last night." she admits. "like-- forget it." she mumbles.

you tug on her hand. "tell me." you say. she shakes her head no, starting to walk again, and you tug her again. "i'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours." you offer. sevika blinks, then sighs.

"i dunno. you ever seen one of those films they make in piltover?" she asks. you nod. "and how-- how when there's a romance scene and the guy meets the girl it's like-- like the screen goes all blurry everywhere except where she is? and the background noise goes away and corny music starts playing?" she asks. you nod again. "it... it kinda felt like that first time i saw you." she says, shrugging. you blink again. "i-i... i've never done this before." she says.

"done what?"

"dating. flirting." she says. you smile.

"oh. well you're doing a pretty good job of it." you say. she snorts.

"am i? i feel like a fuckin' idiot."

"you're not, you're cute." you say. sevika smiles.

"i'm cute?" she asks. you nod.

"very." you say. sevika grins, then tugs on your hand. "what?" you ask.

"you gotta tell me yours." she says. you laugh.

"oh. mine's no where near as sweet as yours." you admit. she raises an eyebrow at you.

"no?" she asks. you shake your head no and sevika grins. "well?" she asks.

"it's more of a show don't tell secret." you say, winking at her. sevika grins.

the place she takes you to is pretty classy. she orders drinks and appetizers to share, and the two of you chat a bit as you look over the menu.

you look up at some point to reach for your drink, and find sevika admiring you from the other side of the table. when she's caught, she doesn't even seem to care, just grinning at you.

"okay, so tell me about this near death experience." you request. sevika laughs.

"silco's got this kid." she starts. you nod. "she's into explosives and stuff. blew up this building we were all in-- killed like five or six people." she mumbles. you frown. "lost my arm." she says, gesturing to her mech-arm. "and... i dunno. it just got me thinking, i guess. what i'm doing with my life-- the stupid shit i'm wasting all my time and money on. where i always thought i'd be when i was a kid versus where i actually am."

"where'd you think you'd be?" you ask. sevika snorts.

"when i was really young, i thought i'd be one of those show wrestlers-- you know the ones that get all dressed up and sell out arenas. but then i found out those fights were staged-- it took all the magic outta it." she says. you giggle. "but, i dunno. i... i always saw myself, like, doing shit. reading a hundred books a year, learning new languages, learning how to cook. i never did any of that shit. so now... i'm trying, y'know?" she asks. you nod. sevika smiles at you. "you were not in the plan, by the way." she says. you smile.

"didn't see yourself meeting anyone?"

"i saw myself meeting a lot of someones." she says simply. you laugh. "i... i didn't ever expect to meet someone who i'd like though." she says.

"we've known each other less than twenty four hours."

"yeah." she says. "i just can't shake the feeling that i'll know you for a long time to come, though."

you take a hefty sip of your drink. this is like the third time sevika's said something disarmingly romantic and sweet, and she doesn't even seem to register the fact that she's being so romantic and sweet. you reach over the table to take her hand, and shake your head at yourself.

"what?" sevika asks.

"you're not playing me?" you ask, just to be sure. sevika's eyes go wide.

"no!" she says. she opens her mouth to say more but you stop her by squeezing your hand.

"i-- you can say no. it's your first date and everything, i don't wanna fuck it up for you. but... do you maybe wanna just call it a night and come back to my place? find out what my secret is?" you ask.

sevika grins.

"really?" she asks. you giggle and nod, and sevika gets out of her chair so fast it clatters to the floor beneath her. you laugh. "let's get the fuck outta here, babe." she says, throwing some cash onto the table and tugging you out of your chair.

you get to your apartment twice as fast as you got to the resturant, sevika urgently tugging you behind her the entire way.

before you can reach for your keys, she's pinning you to your front door, pressing herself against you, and shoving her tongue down your throat. you moan against her, reaching up to sink your fingers in her hair and tugging, relishing in the shiver that travels down her spine.

"oh fuck, i like you so fucking much." she mumbles against your neck as she begins trailing kisses down it. you take a shaky breath.

"i-i like you too, sev." you say. she grunts, shoving her thigh between your legs, and you moan, hitching your thigh up over her hips. she whimpers.

"c-can i touch you?"

"yes please." you mumble. she grins against your neck, her hand slowly trailing up your leg until it reaches the hem of your dress, and then ducking beneath it, traveling farther and farther up.

you can feel the moment she feels your lingerie, her whole body goes stiff and she sucks in a sharp breath against your neck. you giggle.

"it-- i-- it's not mine. cherry lent it to me, so don't go expecting thongs and lace all the time." you say. sevika groans.

"you better find your keys before i fuck you right through this door." she says. you take a shaky breath and start fumbling through your bag in search of your keys.

you pull them out with a gasp of victory, turning in sevika's arms as she starts grinding against your ass to fumble with the locks until your door swings open.

"i'll give you the tour later." you joke. sevika chuckles against the back of your neck as you both spill into your apartment.

you scream. sevika jumps behind you.

"cherry what the fuck?!" you yell. cherry snaps awake from where she was sprawled across your couch, a bag of chips on her chest, a record playing in the background. she curses.

"oh fuck, mom." she says, rubbing her eyes. "i am so sorry." she says, giggling as she takes in you and sevika's rumpled appearances.

"what are you doing here!?" you ask. cherry giggles.

"about an hour ago i realized that two of you might come back to your place-- and it's a fuckin' mess! you got dishes in your sink and laundry all over the place-- you didn't even make your bed!"

"s-so?" you ask.

"so i came back and used the spare key you gave me to clean up a bit for you two!" she says. "but-- i guess i fell asleep somewhere between folding the laundry and lighting some candles to set the mood."

you groan. "so your plan was to light candles in my place and then leave them unattended? for possibly the entire night?" you ask. cherry cringes.

"see when you say it like that--"

"oh my god, get the fuck out!" you cry.

cherry holds her hands up in a placating gesture, shoving her shoes on and stumbling past you and sevika.

"you two have fun! be safe! if you hurt her, i'll figure out where you live." she threatens sevika as she walks past. you groan again. "love you mom, see you at work tomorrow!" she calls over her shoulder before she slams the apartment door shut behind her.

you sigh, then turn around to look at sevika. she's grinning.

"i'm sorry." you say. sevika snorts.

"it's cool." she says. you groan.

"it's horrible!"

"you're a single mom of like thirty girls-- i get it." she says, slinging her arms around your waist. you chuckle, your head falling forward to rest on her chest. "guess you're a bit of a package deal, huh?" she asks.

"i guess so." you say. she chuckles.

"that's cool. i can work with that. just no actual kids, okay?" she says. you laugh and lean up to kiss her. she hums against you.

"no kids. sounds good." you say against her lips. sevika smirks down at you.

"that... i mean. 'no kids' doesn't necessarily mean we can't try to make a few." she says, raising her eyebrow at you. you grin.

"yeah?" you ask. sevika grins and nods at you.

"show me your bedroom. i hear the bed's freshly made and everything." she says.

you laugh, wrapping your hand around sevika's, and dragging her toward your bedroom.

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[castielli]

EXO KAI x Male Idol Reader

(OH SHIZ- UmmmmMMMM UmMMmMMMMMmmm how about he fell inlove with us after an award show and ummm he ummm ummm kiss us Infront of everyone and we start panicking everyone starts panicking the hoes start panicking he was packing tho😏 but not the point and uhhh uhhh ye🏃🏃🏃🏃 ) requested by the one and only @ldrei

Y/N made his way over to Kai’s seat, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been a fan of Kai’s music, and he couldn't believe that he was actually talking to him.

"Hi, Kai!" he said, his voice a little breathless. "It's great to see you."

Kei looked up from his phone and smiled, and Y/N felt his stomach do a flip-flop. Kai was even more handsome in person than he was in pictures.

"Hey, Y/N! How are you?" Kei asked, his voice warm and friendly.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, Kai knew who he was.

He just grinned back, feeling his cheeks grow warm. "I'm good, thanks. Just excited for the show. Are you performing tonight?"

Kai nodded, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Yeah, I am. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. But I'm looking forward to it."

Y/N smiled. "I'm sure you'll do great. Your performances are always amazing."

Kai’s smile widened, and Y/N felt his heart skip a beat. They chatted for a few more minutes, talking about whatever came to their mind. Y/N found himself getting lost in Kai’s words, feeling like they had known each other for years.

As the show began, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Kai from across the room. He was mesmerized by the way he moved on stage, the passion he brought to his music. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in his chest.

During a break in the show, Y/N found himself standing next to Kai. They made small talk, but Y/N couldn’t help but stare at Kai’s beautiful eyes, handsome face and fantastic body.

"You know, Y/N, I've always admired your music…" Kai said suddenly, his eyes meeting Y/N's. "You have such a unique style."

Y/N felt a blush creeping up his neck. "Thanks, Kai. That means a lot coming from you."

Kai smiled, and Y/N felt like he was melting. "I mean it. I've been a fan of yours for a long time."

The rest of the night passed in a blur for Y/N. He couldn't concentrate on anything but Kai, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something there between them. As the night came to a close, he found himself standing next to Kai again, feeling the electricity between them.

"Hey, Y/N." Kei said softly, his hand brushing against the other’s arm. "Can I give you my number? Maybe we could grab coffee sometime."

Y/N felt his heart leap into his throat. He nodded, not able to get a word out.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Kai wanted to grab coffee with him? It felt like a dream come true.

"Yeah, that sounds great" Y/N managed to say, his voice a little shaky.

Kai grinned at him, and Y/N felt like he was walking on clouds. They exchanged numbers, premising to text each other later.

As he made his way out of the venue, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Kai. He had always been attracted to men, but he had never felt this kind of pull towards someone before. He couldn't wait to see where things would go with Kai.

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[meetmyothersouls]

hey uhhh dunno if you're still taking requests to write but here goes nothing... umm what abt reader where she was like a party gal and she never had seggs without being drunk so she doesn't know how it really feels, but then she and Timmy have their first time together w her completely sober

sorry if it's confusing or smth like that, I love your blog 💕😊

Hi! I can do that for ya <3 hope you like it!

Desensitized

Warnings: smut, mentions if alcohol/being drunk, not proofread

I wake up naked and wrapped in Timothee’s arms. The after party for the premier of our recent film was last night and I’m pretty sure we had sex since...well, he’s naked too; I just can’t remember it. My bare legs are draped over Timothee’s and my aching pussy is soaked on his thigh. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. This is kind of a normal thing the two of us have been doing for years. We meet up, we have sex. We attend the same award show, he follows me to my hotel, and we have sex. Timothee’s in the next town over for a photoshoot, we have sex. It’s only increased since we’ve been filming this movie together for the last 6 months. Sex has become an almost everyday thing for us since filming started, the only thing is...I’m usually drunk when we do it. I’m not sure why, but I’m only comfortable fucking when I’m fucked up. I kind of love it, only because usually have the best orgasms when I’m drunk. I kind of hate it, because I can’t remember any of the details. I can’t remember the kisses or the soft touches. I can’t remember the foreplay or the sweet words he may or may not have said to me. I think about this as I lay on top of him, wondering how he treats me when we’re intimate, and I feel bad for having zero memories of it. 

Timothee shifts in his sleep, groaning a little as his cock slides against my hip. He hums out a small “mmm” and I can hear if vibrate in his chest. 

“You awake?” He asks, his voice gravelly and unbelievably sexy. Maybe he sounds like that when we’re fucking. The thought of it makes me want to grind my naked body against him, but I don’t. I can’t...not sober at least.

“Mhm,” I say as I shift my body upward. The skin on his left thigh slides against my clit and I let out a soft moan that I regret instantly. Yep, I’m definitely soaked and if he didn’t know before, the shiny trail of arousal I left on Timothee’s leg has definitely given it away. My cheeks start to burn with a slow, embarrassed intensity and I suddenly remember why I��m nice and hammered before anything sexual ever happens. I hate this. Timothee lets out a knowing chuckle and I hate that too. 

I lift my leg in an attempt to get my embarrassingly aroused vagina off of him, but Timothee’s large palm grips my thigh, and he stops me. 

“Where you goin’, baby?” Timothee asks, he whines slightly and normally I find it sickening when men whine, but nothing Timothee does is sickening. His hand slides against the skin on my thigh, leaving prickled goosebumps in its wake even though his hand is perfectly warm. He rubs up and down my leg, traveling further up until he grips my ass. I relax into him and my mind screams loudly at me. “You leaving me so early?” He asks when I don’t say anything. 

There are many things I could say in this moment. I could tell him I feel sick. I could tell him I don’t want to do this with him again. I could tell him I don’t like to have sex in the morning. Fuck, I could grab my clothes and book it. But I don’t do any of those. Instead, I bury my face into his chest and shrug. A sigh escapes me, and I feel Timothee sit up, pulling me with him. I groan softly as I’m now sitting in his lap. I feel him under me.

“What’s going on?” Timothee asks, he rubs his nose against mine and his bottom lip grazes my mouth. When I don’t lean into him for a kiss, he presses a soft one of his own to my lips. “I was hoping to steal a few more hours with you.”

My hands go to his chest. I rest them there while I try to think of something to say. He looks into my eyes, expectantly, but patiently. I sigh, knowing I’ll have to come clean.

“I’m just not…good…at…this.”

Timothee cocks his head to the side. The motion reminding me of a confused puppy. I almost laugh at the thought; Timothee Chalamet is a puppy in human form.

“Not good at what?” He places his head back in its normal position and his eyes explore my face, attempting to place an emotion or read my thoughts.

“This,” I say, moving my hands in between the two of us. “This cuddly, sex stuff.”

“You were great at it last night. And last week and the week before and-”

“No!” I interrupt him, placing my hand over mouth, I can tell he’s smiling by the curve of his lips against my palm and the crinkle of his eyes. “No. That’s not what I mean.”

“Well, what do you mean?” He asks from under my hand. His eyes steady on mine even with my breasts and naked body fully exposed.

“I’m not good at sober intimacy.” The words come out soft, but the guilt that burns the back of my throat is raging.

“Ah,” Timothee says, removing my hand from his face. He laces his fingers with mine and sighs. It’s not an empty sigh. No, instead it’s one filled with thought. Regret? One of those sighs that you hear right before bad news.

I hate those kinds of sighs.

“I guess I’m going to have to teach you then,” he says. Fingers slide from mine and begin to trail soft little circles on the bare skin of my back.

“Teach me?”

Timothee nods. “Lay down and let me show you how wonderful it is to be loved.”

My eyes widen and my body tenses instantly. I shake my head while I force myself to lay down. Why am I like this? My mind is racing as fast as my heart and as much as I want this to stop I…do I want this to stop?

I’m now laying on the hotel mattress. My hands are in fists, and my body is stiffer than what I imagine a dead body’s is once rigor mortis has set in.

Why am I like this?

“Y/n?”

My eyes snap to Timothee’s. He’s hovering over me and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was an angel—no not an angel—High Fae. Only otherworldly creatures have faces that look like his.

“Y/n?” He says again.

“Mhm?”

“I’d never hurt you, you know? Nor would I force you to into this if you’re not comfortable.”

I don’t say anything because I’m not comfortable as much as I desperately want to be and I hate myself for it.

He’s studying my face but when he begins to move off of me I realize he’s taking my silence as a no.

“Wait!” I say, grabbing at his arm. “Don’t go. I need this. I need this with you.”

Timothee crawls back over me and I’ve only slightly gotten over the fear of looking at his fully naked body. I force myself to study his body. I crane my neck to the side, resting my cheek on his pillow.

“You can touch me,” he says at the exact moment my eyes focus on his massive cock. He falls onto the mattress beside me, his cock jutting into the air. My breath hitches when he grabs my hand. He kisses the front of it and guides it to his length. “Like this,” he says. He wraps my hand around his cock and keeps his on top of mine. Together we pump his cock. I watch as tiny beads of pre cum form on the head. Every few seconds his breath hitches and is stomach twitches in unison. Soon, his grip on my hand loosens and falls to his side and it’s just me stroking his cock. I’ve been staring at it now the entire time and I’ve come to realize it’s actually a beautiful dick. A nice fleshy pink color that almost matches the color his lips. Thick blue veins pop out along the length of it and I can feel them as I continue to work him with my hand. He’s moaning and his right hand travels to my stomach.

“Can I touch you while you touch me?”

I nod my head but his hand doesn’t travel any further.

“You’ll have to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I laugh. “Right. Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

I let my legs fall open and I feel completely exposed. Timothee’s finger tips travel down my abdomen. They circle my hip bone and finally make their way down to my core. He slides his fingers against me.

“I’m not even inside and I can feel how wet my you are.”

He dips a finger inside with ease and tests my wetness. Taking the liquid and moving it up to my clit. He teases it with slow circles that immediately throw my back into an arch.

“So much better when your mind is clear, yeah?” He asks in a sultry whisper.

“It feels so good, Tim.”

“I know, baby. I know what you like.”

I’m moving my hips against his fingers. My legs are relaxed my eyes are closed when he stops. I whine. I want more. He’s climbing on top of me again and I’m thankful all of my rigor mortis like stiffness has disappeared. Timothee takes his cock and drags it along my slit, positioning it just right before he pushes in.

“You let me know if you want to stop, okay? If you don’t like it or you want me to go slower or what ever. Okay?”

I nod.

“I’m serious, y/n. You tell me okay?”

“I’ll tell you,” I agree.

Timothee nods and when he pushes himself inside of me I see stars.

“Good?” He asks, once he’s bottomed out inside of me.

“Keep going,” is all I say.

And he does.

Why did I waste all this time desensitizing myself to his pleasure?

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[brainrotdotorg]

sorry. thinking about piss and fuck again. gonna subject you to it.

when you love a niche-ish character you really have to scrape for content to learn anything at all about their personalities. as with every character, we are viewing them and the world through the lens of a cop-- of course people are going to interact with harry differently than they would with a friend or loved one. we dont get to really see who they truly are.

THANKFULLY our dumb boys are somehow both painfully sincere and also deeply ironic. so they have. entire fucking mission statements about who they are that can tell us a lot about how they view themselves and the world! a great source for learning more about them and i am gonna do a dive into it!!

here's piss's reasoning behind his name (all copied via fayde)

PISSF****T - "Well, first off, it's a statement and not *necessarily* something that characterizes me as a person, even though the statement has character. And I *do* like piss..."

[Og] *336.PISSF****T - "The word PISSF****T epitomizes the struggle taking place in the world, things being defined as they seem, not as they are. And -- I guess -- it's also about communal spirit, the future, and *truly* appreciating our differences."

[Og] *200.PISSF****T - "Also, you've got to admit, it catches the eye. And since the grand piper is slowly but steadily moving towards basing the economy on it -- attention -- it is imperative that the medium itself convey the message."

[Og] *235.YOU - "Ee... what?"

[Og] *177.PISSF****T - "What I mean by this is -- we are *all* Pissf****ts. And that the world is inherently meaningless."

thank you my boy youre such a genius. and here is fuck's:

FUCK THE WORLD - "I can answer that. Many men keep searching for *the one*. For so-called true love, which is actually just obsession masquerading as kinship. The thrill of the chase, the hollowness that fills your chest cavity after catching it."

[Og] *127.FUCK THE WORLD - "To catch a fish you need to hurl the lure many times, and even then it isn't certain that you'll get anything. If you blow up the lake, though..."

[Og] *40.YOU - "Blow it up!"

[Og] *364.FUCK THE WORLD - "...you get more fish in a shorter time. And, for time is of the essence and fleeting ever so quickly, one must think of a way to fuck the whole world -- and not get caught up in fucking some *one*."

[Og] *47.FUCK THE WORLD - "Because when one fucks everything, he fucks nothing. And that, to me, feels glorious -- sticking your dick into the void."

so what have we learned here!!

Piss believes:

it is a statement, not *necessarily something that characterizes him, though he is into piss (whether or not he's actually a faggot is still technically up in their air but. come on. yknow)

things are often defined as how they seem rather than how they are (public perception not aligning with the truth of a thing and how this is an inevitability)

in communal spirit, (community and unity)

the future, (vague but I guess uhhh he believes in a better one? he believes in A Future. thats nice)

truly appreciating our differences (explanatory. good for you piss, love thy neighbor and all that)

attention is the new currency, baby!! (also says 'the grand piper' sorry am i stupid what does that mean. what is up with your verbiage, girl. i love you.)

the world is meaningless! (seemingly anti-nihilistic approach about nothing meaning anything, with an emphasis on community and authenticity in a universe that means nothing rather than focusing on hopelessness)

Fuck believes:

"true love" is just obsession masquerading as kinship- probably some very cynical and pessimistic views on romance, believes also that its about the thrill of the chase and not the actual end result

(he believes in bad metaphors also. sorry buddy. i forgive you)

sees this chase as fruitless because you may not even end up with anything

life is short so get what you want as quickly as you can

generous interpretation. fish as representative of not only sexual partners but maybe opportunities? not getting caught up with just THE ONE and finding ways to have it all? (hedonism, question mark)

sticking your dick into the void. gotta give him credit there!! maybe some similarly aligned feelings with piss about nihilism? idk

non-monogamy is the way to go it seems!

(imo piss's statement of unity through the bizarre and pride in the perverse is a strong statement than sticking your dick into the void. not even saying that because i like him more. sorry fuck. maybe my interpretations are too charitable but I'm working with what I've got here!)

so today we've learned that piss is of the idea that things are not always what they seem, and the way to combat the common problem of making assumptions is to understand the differences of your fellow man and find what unity you can in an ultimately meaningless world.

and fuck is. a whore.?

jk fuck's philosophy is much more focused on romance and attraction than I remember it being but like... no it really is. about that. his thesis is basically about how there is no one SINGLE thing (or person) that will bring you satisfaction, so this life is all about getting what you can in the short amount of time you have. not bad!

i hope this read gives people a clearer idea on how i perceive them the way i do lol. these little mission statements are pretty telling of their character i wish everyone could give a little explanation like this of their philosophies . in the exact same stupid manner, preferably. if anybody has any other interpretations i would love to hear them

#disco elysium #pissfaggot #fuck the world

[pastelwitchling]

Could write something about Greg visiting Alex and Michael? Thank you!

***

                Had Michael known that he would be seeing his brother-in-law first thing in the morning, he would’ve put a shirt on before answering the door.

                “Uhhh . . .”

                Gregory Manes raised a brow at him. “Hi. Is my brother here?”

                “H-He went to the Crashdown to get breakfast,” Michael said, then explained, “Uh, we have lazy Sundays.”

                He smirked, amused. “Cute. Very married couple.” He tilted his head. “I don’t mean to impose or anything—”

                “No!” Michael said at once, and realized he was still blocking the doorway. He stepped aside. “Please come in! I just wasn’t expecting anyone.”

                Greg nodded in thanks and stepped in past him. “Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you guys, but Alex is always so wrapped up with his Deep Sky stuff that this is really the only time I have to see him.” He smiled over his shoulder at him. “And we all thought being an Air Force captain kept him busy.”

                Michael snickered, unable to help but see the similarities between Greg and Alex, even now; the way they held themselves, the way their eyes scanned even a familiar room for exits the second they entered it, the way they smiled with a hint of caution like they were constantly out of practice at being social. It eased some of the awkwardness Michael felt at being alone with Gregory for the first time since he and Alex had gotten together.

                “I know what you mean,” he said, grabbing his shirt off the piano bench and pulling it on. “He’s my husband and I still barely get to see him.”

                “Yeah,” Greg sighed. “That’s the life. You guys are doing okay though, right?”

                “Better than ever,” Michael said instinctively, the words pouring from his heart before he could think to be embarrassed by them.

                Greg’s expression softened and he scratched the back of his head. “Good, that’s good. I’m glad, Alex deserves to be happy after everything he’s been through.”

                Michael’s smile dimmed and he looked down, not knowing what to say. What would Alex say? “You—uh—want some coffee or something?”

                Gregory hummed, checking his watch. Then he said, “Sure. Alex will be back soon, right?”

                “Yep.” I hope.

                “Great.”

                Ten minutes later found Michael and Gregory sitting across from each other in the living room, Michael rubbing his palm as he cast glance after glance at the older man, who seemed content with letting Michael lead the conversation, something Michael was notoriously bad about.

                “So,” he tried anyway, “how’s work?”

                “Fine.”

                Michael pressed his lips together in an awkward attempt at a smile, nodding and scrambling for something else to say. “Is your mom doing okay?”

                Gregory raised a brow. “Didn’t you and Alex have dinner with her, like, two nights ago?”

                He looked down at his coffee cup. “Right.”

Silence. Terrible, awkward, excruciating silence.

                “S-So how’s the Navy?”

                His brows pinched. “Um. I wouldn’t really know, my enlistment ended years ago.”

                “And I knew that,” Michael shut his eyes. “Of course I knew that. I—I guess I just meant to ask if you still see anyone from your old unit.”

“Of course,” he shrugged. “Just like Alex keeps in touch with his men. Speaking of keeping in touch, do you still talk to DeLuca a lot?”

Michael’s heart climbed into his throat, panic rising in his chest at Gregory’s blank look. Why’s he asking about that? “Um . . . I . . . I just—” he cut off as the front door opened, and he breathed, “Oh thank God. Alex! Look who’s here!”

                “Huh?” Alex peeked his head in, and he smiled when his eyes landed on his brother. “Hey.”

                “Hey,” Gregory stood and hugged him. “Let me see.”

                Alex didn’t need an explanation as he held up his hand and Gregory’s smile widened at the sight of the ring.

                “Very cool, brother.”

                “Right?” he smiled and kissed Michael’s cheek. “You okay?”

                “Great,” he said, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and pulling him in against him. Now that you’re here.

                “He’s freaking out about being alone with the in-laws,” Gregory said, putting his hands in his pockets.

                Michael’s shoulders fell. “You noticed.”

                He scoffed. “Oh, I was totally trying to scare you on purpose.”

                Alex laughed, shaking his head as he pulled away from a gaping Michael to take off his jacket. “Greg, you said you wouldn’t mess with him.”

                “Come on, I’m the older brother, this is what I do. Besides,” he winked at Michael, “I wanted to see how long you’d last. You want to survive our family, you’ll need to toughen up, cowboy. I’m the nice one, remember?”

                Michael shook his head, tongue in his cheek as he tried and failed not to smile. “Just so I’m prepared, are all of your brothers planning to mess with me?”

                Alex and Gregory shared a look that promised nothing good, but Gregory only smiled and said, “Nah. Clay will just point-blank interrogate you.”

                Michael scoffed and looked to Alex, expecting to see him laughing along, but his expression was dead serious. “Yeah, no, he’s not kidding, Clay has no sense of humor whatsoever. Hungry?” and he held up the Crashdown to-go bags, beckoning them into the kitchen.

                Gregory patted his arm as he passed and Michael swallowed his anxiety down. “Well, then. That’s just great.”

***

Turns out I really had already posted that fic that I posted yesterday, but not in the one-shot collections, so it was no wonder I couldn't find it there. Thank you to the reader that let me know, I was going crazy about that. But as promised, here's a new fic for the week ❤

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[the-fiction-witch]

Family

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Dark AF

Warning Torture / attempted SA

I sat in my leather chair with my notebook trying to do some maths about the next few days, Y/n came over in her little white fluffy slippers, her little black dress, and her sweet backcombed Y/H/C hair with a white lace band to push her hair back, she set a cup of coffee on the table beside me and I smiled at her. I took her soft skin in my hand holding her arm to tug her down and give her lips a soft kiss. "Thank you babydoll," "You're welcome," she smiled, "How's it going?" She asked heading back to the kitchen, "Fine, trying to work out things," I chuckled, "Did you wanna pop out for dinner tonight don't feel like cooking, plus we leave tomorrow so not a lot in the fridge," "That's up to you I don't mind cooking up a… uhhh yeah I think we should go out," she chuckled after checking the fridge herself, "Alright Chinese food? Pizza? Burgers?" she asked as she got on her socks and shoes, "You know… I am kinda feeling burgers, like a nice burger with some cheese fries," "Ohhh okay, put your shoes on then," I laughed and set my stuff down grabbed my wallet and slipped on my shoes, my jacket and my hat as she grabbed her handbag. We headed out and I locked up the apartment taking Y/n's hand as we headed up to the streets, we didn't bother to take the car it wasn't a far walk and it meant we could cuddle up as we walked together.

When we arrived I opened the door for her and got a kiss for it and we got ourselves a booth and some food sharing our food as we usually do, "Ummm… we should go out more often," Y/n smiled, "I know we should, we get wrapped up in routine too much," "It happens, still we'll have fun on our trip won't we?" "Of course we will, It is the US championship after all I'm sure we'll have lots of fun, see everyone, and have some nice restaurant dinners," "And some nice hotel room time, maybe even some nice sleepy morning room service," she giggled holding my hand, "Humm that sounds perfect babydoll," I kissed her hand as we finished up our dinner before we began to walk home, "Ummm…" she yawned, "You alright Y/n?" I asked, "It's barely five you're already tried?" "Ummm," she nodded almost falling over, "Whoa! Sit down babydoll, sit down," I told her helping her to sit on a nearby stoop step, "You okay Y/n?" I asked kneeling beside her and seeing how she almost fell asleep the moment she sat down, "It's okay we can stop here for as long as you need babydoll," I told her as I sat down and cuddled her so she could lay her head on my chest, "You take as long…" I yawned, "As long as you need Y/n," I yawned again, "Umm… I think we both need to uhh… sit for…" I rubbed my eyes and tried to keep myself awake but after only a few seconds I found myself drifting off too.

I woke as the light hit my face, my eyes blurry and heavy I forced my eyes to focus and saw the situation I was in. My arms tied behind my back on a chair, my ankles tied to the legs of the chair, my body tried and bruised, I was in a dark room with only a single light bulb above me. Three men stood over me and immediately I knew them. "Evening Samus." "Evening. I hope you don't mind our little invitation." "Well I could hardly deny it could I?" "No, you couldn't." He smirked, "You know why you're here." "I do. and you can fuck off." Samus nodded to his men and they immediately decked me, so I spat the blood from my mouth onto his white shirt, "I admit. I missed his love taps." "It's simple Benny. You agree to drop out of the championship and everything is rosy," "Why would I do that?" "We have a lot of cash rolled up in that boy." "Not my fault you backed the wrong horse." "Just don't go. Simple as. Stay home in your dim little basement with your little girly and let Danny win." "No. I am US champion and have been since I was fourteen I am not taking a drive for your precious little prince!" I yelled, "Ohh you will." he smirked, "You are going to dive. you are going to let Danny win. Sixteen eighty. That would pay off your debts, wouldn't it? It's yours. If you dive." "Fuck off!" I told him, "I am not bowing down to you. or your money. The federation found out they would ban me for life. Chess is the second most important thing in my life and I am not wrecking it for you!" "Really." He smirked before he glanced at his men, they briefly left the room and returned with a restained Y/n, "Let her go." "What was that?" "Let her go! Let her go she isn't part of this!" "Ohh she is now." "Let. her. Go." "Hello Y/n," he smirked as he went over and stroked her Y/H/C hair, "LET HER GO!" I demanded, "Y/n Babydoll…" "I'm okay. I'm okay." She nodded as they tied her up hanging from the ceiling with her arms above her head, "How long can you hold out? When it's not your blood on the floor?" Samus smirked, as his men began to hit her, slap her, torment and torture her, "LET HER GO! For god sake she has nothing to do with this let her go!" I begged and screamed almost breaking my wrists to make them stop, tears flooded my face to watch them hurt her but she never screamed never gave them the satisfaction of her pain, "Y/n!" "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm okay…" She lied, "Do as we ask. and We'll let her go." "No." "Then she will suffer until you agree." "I am not throwing my life away so you can make a quick buck!" "Fair enough," he laughed before they got worse twisting her arms, burning her skin, cutting her skin to be bloody and bruised, "Stop this! leave her alone!" I yelled, "Please!" "What was that…" "Please… Just leave her alone." "I'm fine. I can take it." she lied, "Humm she's stronger than you are." Samus laughed, "Drop out of the championship and we'll let you both go." "Even if I did. there is no way he'd win." "He's a chess prodigy!" "Only cause you paid off everyone he ever plaid!" I yelled back, "Bullshit." "It's not bullshit! He can't play!" "Who… are we talking about?" Y/n spoke up, "…She doesn't know?" he laughed, "No," I answe Y/H/C, "Ooohh… that's just perfect," he smirked as he sent his men away and began to circle Y/n, "Should I tell her?" "Don't. You. Dare." "Ohh I think I should, it's not right keeping things from my daughter-in-law."

"Daughter in Benny what's he talking about?" Y/n began to Panic, "Ohhh this is gonna be fun," Samus laughed, "No!" I yelled, "I'll tell her." I sighed, "Y/n… I know I should have told you before we got married… But. This. Is… Samus." "Pleasure to meet you," He smirked, "Yeah hi…" she nodded, "He's the head of the New York Mafia." I sighed, "And… he's…" "Benny's my son," He smirked, "So- He's your father!" Y/n yelled, "Yes…" I sighed, "He's my father. An Utter deadbeat of a father!" "Don't you take that tone with me I gave you everything!" "You gave me nothing!" I screamed, "My whole life you gave me nothing! and now you want something from me and expect me to give it to you!" "You're my son. This is a family business. Why can't you just put aside your pride and do as I ask." "Becuase I don't care about the family business I never did! You didn't give a shit about me why should I give a shit about your business!" "You are a disgrace to this family." "Good. I wanna be." I told him, "I'd rather die than be a son that made you proud!" "You are a Lincon!" "I'M A WATTS!" I yelled, "You are, aren't you…" he sighed, "I am not your son. I never want to be associated with you. much less your dumb ass plan to make Danny a grandmaster!" "He is your brother!" "Half brother! And You always did everything for him so why should I give a shit to help him now!" "Half bro- Ohh my god Danny…" Y/n realized, "My younger son. My better son." Samus smirked, "He had a ranking of sixty two he's shit! he only wins becuase you pay everyone off to let him win!" I yelled, "What are you gonna do to pay off the Paris tournament for him!? Pay off the World championship!? Pay off the Russians for him!?" "He is my son. and I will do anything to give him what he wants." "Only becuase you know you'll make your money back cause you've told everyone to bet on him." "You could have had this too. If you'd stayed, We'd have made you both Grandmasters." "You can fuck off! I don't want your help! I don't want your money! never did! I will be a grandmaster on my own steam and I will show the world the fraud he is!" "Throw the tournament. go or not I don't care but let him win." "Why would I do that?" "Becuase if you don't… I'm keeping her," he smirked wrapping his arms around Y/n, "NO! NO! Get away from her!" I screamed, "You will not hurt her! You are not having her! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!" "No. I think I'll keep her." He smirked as his hands roamed around her which made her scream and argue with him trying to get his hands off, "Let's take your pretty wife for a test drive… see made you marry her." he smirked ripping off her dress and began touching her more aggressively, "LET GET GO!" I screamed crying as I tried to force my way out of the chair, "Ohh she is beautiful," he growled, "I see why you married her. I'd have married her for that ass too," he smirked as he forced off her panties and undid his belt,

"LET GET GO! I'll do what you want just let her go!" I screamed, "Will you now?" He smirked, "I'll let Danny win! just let her go!" "Good boy," He smirked, "But I think I can't resist," he growled, "NOOOOOOOO Nooooooo nooo please just let het go!" I begged "Boss! We got a problem!" One of his men rushed back in, He did up his trousers and headed out with him, "I'm so so sorry Y/n…." "It's okay. It's okay…" She nodded through her tears, There was banging and shouting beyond the door for a while until it silenced and In came a familiar face, "Danny!" "Hi Benny," He nodded, He let me out so I quickly bolted to Y/n and let her go, giving her my shirt to cover her up and giving her a million kisses, "Umm I love you, I love you, I'm so so so sorry babydoll," I told her between kisses, "What's going on?" I asked, "I shot him," Danny nodded, "You shot him!" I asked, "Yeah police are on the way," He nodded, "Why? After everything he's done for you?" "…Yeah but… your my brother." he said, "Besides. I hate chess." "Thank you, Danny," "You're welcome, now get the hell out of here before they take you too," He took Y/H/C us out and even gave us some money from the safe before we left.

We walked shivering through the rainy New York streets holding each other in a death-like grip until we got back to the apartment and bolted the door. "Are you okay Babydoll?" "Yeah… I'm okay are you-" "I'm fine, so long as you okay I'm happy," I told her giving her a soft kiss, "I love you so much Y/n," "I love you too Benny," she nodded, "Let's get ourselves wrapped up and maybe a trip to the hospital." "Yeah that sounds like a good idea," I chuckled,

#thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #benny x reader #benny smut #benny fanfic #benny watts #benny #tqg benny watts #benny watts smut #benny watts imagine #bennywattssmut #thequeensgambit #queens gambit

[tklyhcs]

alright uhhh i saw some people requesting this on other blogs so i'm stealing those actually, taking those thanks (using this an excuse)!! this isn't the fandom i necessarily wanted to start with but the other ones i wanna write have insane amounts of characters so boy band men first i guess

(IF YOU SAW ME ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISH THIS TOO SOON, NO YOU DIDN'T)

heartsteel hcs here we gooo

kayn 💜

ok fr he's so fun to write for, didn't expect this one to be so cute. easy ler and lee! he likes to be a little bully and use his dirty little grabbers, mostly at ez let's be real. he isn't confident he's gonna win any other matchup so ez is easy picking. and thanks to the blooper reel k'sante is another target because kayn is a scrapper and crawls all over him like a monkey. mostly spiders his fingers all over and laughs evilly like he's won a hard fought battle. he's slinky and quick so he mostly has his target begging for someone else's help, and when they do get said assistance he cries and whines that it's not fair. don't be fooled he enjoys the extra attention!

he just plays to win all the time so when someone else tags in he's sure make everyone know that HE WOULD HAVE WON!!!! HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR EVERYONE ELSE CHEATING!!!! and man that stupid leash why does he even wear it if someones gonna tie his wrists in a knot. and like a true lee he wears that crop top so when he's all tangled go for the abs! he laughs so much it becomes obvious how he got so cut, by laughing his lungs out apparently. when he laughs his fangs show too it's cute.

he's also painfully obvious about not minding since he neeeever calls mercy, never surrenders. he just deals with it! not something someone who DOESN'T enjoy it would do. he could easily call mercy and call it quits but hmmmm he doesn't seem to want to, odd.

for spots i wanna say the waist is really really bad. top of the ribs under the armpits, his abs, his sides, all have him kicking his legs with a shout. he also scream laughs, explodes into laughter at first touch. but his voice also cracks at the first yelp, sounds like a cute lil boy shriek. partial to being "attacked", as he calls it, on the couch. he likes getting to be able to flop down and pass out after, sorta like a little kid it's so fucking cute bro he tuckers himself out laughing and wriggling on his back. dude is exhausted n happy (he swears he is NOT happy abt this) he's just tired for no reason okay. now it's his post giggle episode nap!

k'sante 💛

hear me out ok when i saw his shirt being a turtleneck i was IMMEDIATELY LIKE 🫵 his spot is the neck. it's so the neck. suddenly for him there's more than a few perks of being like.. 6'7" and it's not just being able to get things from high shelves. kayn and ez are menaces to this man it's gotta be 2 on 1. and in the official art pieces, ez getting carried on his back? oof k'sante y'all shouldn't have done that. cause now there's legs locked around his chest and ez is like SURRENDER OR DIEEE and getting all up into that shirt collar. he SCREECHES and spins around trying to shake him off he's stuck on him now. hopping around doing a lil giggly dance with ez on his back. kayn jokes and teases about how instead of focusing on singing, he should work on his dancing instead!

thanks to the blooper reel i can die on the hill that k'sante is a whiny boy and calls yone for help all the time. yoneee helpppp they're bullying me m gonna tell yoneee aaaa. kayn saying OH YOU BIG BABY stop complaining!! no one to help you now! ez is this guy's worst nightmare his cold little fingers are like knives on his neck. k'sante tends to run hot so they're just so nicely sticking a cold can of soda to his nape to help obviously. yone will help sometimes but mainly just because he's trying to keep the team on track (he will also torture k'sante with cold soda cans).

necks are a good tickle bite's worst enemy. chomp. and when someone is up in there biting, he just has to laugh and wait til it's over ☺ and with both of his elbows bent up so he can use his hands to cover his neck. gasp.. who's to protect his armpits! 🤭 noooo one! his neck is his worst spot so he'll make sure to keep it covered! but that does mean he'll get some armpit tickles instead! pick your poison k'sante. they team up on him like this often and ngl he likes it when they're close on em! sweethearts. but he doesn't wanna LOSE so he brings his puppy eyes to yone he's like 👉👈 yone.. help.. what a cop out! but it's not that great of a cute beg it's more like k'sante scream laughing and attempting puppy eyes but yelling HELP AAAA YONE HELP awkwardly waggling his arms. i love making big men be tickly and look foolish. sorry i love embarrassing them uwu

ezreal 💚

wow what a lee he's textbook lee i bet he has a secret tumblr account for all his private tk blogging activities. there's a lot to say about him: MOST IMPORTANTLY though his cute smile alright look at his teeth they're so fucking cute i'm obsessed. probably his only weapon as a ler are his sharp teeth. pointed and dull at the very bottom makes for very ticklish bites, so beware if you're too confident in winning! he will wiggle his head between your head and shoulder and bite! exaggerated fake growls and all. he'll be a little too proud of winning, so don't let him.

he has a reaaaally cute snort laugh too. i think his fans would document it thoroughly and embarrass him by posting clips of it nonstop. he has a more controlled laugh for outings because he's serious about his fandom image, but sometimes he laughs at something and chokes on his breath a bit there. i think it would be a shame of someone (kayn) decided to squeeze his side and make him giggle and snort while he's doing some filmed social media trend. that would soooo bad amiright 🫶 lol he would scream, cover his mouth, and tell his followers that he's BUSY and MUST LEAVE immediately. he basically RUNS to his room to scream into his pillow. like how dare u embarrass him in front of his online friends.

the clip hits all platforms in record time and he maaaay read a few comments because it's people saying it's cute of him and he secretly fawns over those. like "omg you think i'm cute heehee" he's ridiculous. but phel and kain playfully tease him sending pig emojis 🐖🐖🐖 ez is like "DON'T SEND THOSE TO ME DON'T- HEY DON'T POST THAT ON SOCIAL NOOO DON'T COMMENT MY FANS WILL SEE" and they all affectionately change his name in their phones to 🐖 just to tease him.

for spots, he'd be ticklish up sides to his ribs, spidering fingers have him slumped into the couch, laughing hard and snorting, of course. his feet and knees are quite ticklish! only known because he tends to put his feet up and yone continuously tells him to knock it off. but he found that suddenly tickling his socked foot does the trick.

aphelios 💙

he's a difficult one, since he's not much of a talker! but not like he's spared from anyone's wrath. his laugh is what you'd expect and it's fantastic; breathy, wheezy, and full of obvious mirth.

he's prone to pranking the others and while he can be nonchalant and aloof, sometimes the sight of one of the others falling or making utter fools of themselves has him in stitches (and being forced to laugh via tickling is no different). and when he wears his mask it's especially endearing to see his eyes screwed shut as well as him holding his stomach and hunching over, shoulders shaking.

he can't help acting like a little troublemaker and they always pounce on him after he gets someone good with those pranks he pulls. seems like he's more playful than he looks. if anyone stretches, he's the first to poke. if someone gets stuck doing something, phel is there making sure he doesn't waste the opportunity, what a jerk! so do everyone a favor and give him a taste of his own medicine. he's his own worst enemy though, because once he starts wheezing in laughter you pounce on him with tickles and it's downhill from there. he's already laughing so he has no chance of fending off an attack.

and a secret: he's very weak to teasing too! he doesn't talk back he just hides his face in shyness. they fall for a trap he's so deviously placed and now he's under them, mumbling out giggles when they poke him all over saying "what's so funny huh??" he waves his hands at them and pushes em by the shoulders trying to curl up the best he can. pokes drive him nuts and then when you speed up it's even worse, him trying to catch the offending hands. "no timeouts allowed because you started it!"

but it seems like he just doesn't stop pranking the others, so he must like it more than he lets on. he's surprisingly a goofy lil boy. he laughs himself silly, voice hitching and gasping all the way. he laughs himself DIZZY it's cute. he's like kayn he needs a break after. and usually even after whoever is done bullying him, he spends his time giggling quietly his skin still feels electric. he sure is brave for someone who takes so much time to recover.

yone ❤

he's a fun one, the stoic characters always are. most likely to screw his mouth shut and try to deal with pesky fingers at his ribs until he can't any longer. prone to overworking so breaking his concentration is absolutely a necessary activity. and also breaking his concentration playing video games is also crucial, because according to sett he plays too well so he must suffer and be prodded at during playtime too. -i mean what sett would never stoop so low he says.

anyways- yone's usually the mediator but he can get caught up in the mess when someone points out that he's been getting off the hook when it comes to roughhousing. he typically prefers 1 on 1, so he won't lose kayn says. and maybe that's true no one knows. he's really REALLY good at pretending he isn't at all sensitive and keeps it together for, i dunno, 5 seconds. it doesn't seem like a lot BUT it deters most. not these motherfuckers they're in it to win it.

yone will hold back then the giggles bubble up in his throat and you can hear him hum a moment, then they spill out from his lips. he mumbles and whispers out giggles for a moment then it becomes very apparent he won't win this fight and he covers his mouth. that's when it's over. he really starts to laugh and realizes the sensations just won't stop and he's lost. he's most likely to swear actually lol he's like i can handle this. i can handle this..... Fuck.

once he's attempted to cover his mouth he has already lost. he has a very nice, boisterous laugh and his smile is also a 10/10. it's nice to not see his eyebrows furrowed so much. he's lucky he's good at catching people's offending wiggly fingers or else he'd fall apart way more often. so when they trail fingers up his back where he can't reach them or fend them off? it drives him nuts. index finger from the nape and down the spine has him arching and twisting away with a loud yelp.

and that leaves the stomach vulnerable and that's next. tickling at his stomach and he jumps back and grabs whoever's wrist and says to CUT THAT OUT. okay mr. grumpy, jeez. it works as a good attitude adjustment because if he's mad at one of em for fooling around, this can easily divert his attention. k'sante usually has the job of doing so but when he does, he doesn't get yone's support the next time he's on defense. in fact, yone might lead the charge.

sett 🧡

hahaaaa oh man last but not least. most ticklish easily what a mess. being 6 foot 10 is not gonna help him here. sure he can rough somebody up but this is way more difficult for him. the one to be on the floor first begging "pleeheheaasee-" and kicking his leg like a puppy.

he's OBVIOUSLY most sensitive in the midsection he's a tummy boy okay just trust me. and this man may lift, box, it doesn't matter because if you knead his midsection his strength goes right out the window. you can feel him paw at your prodding hands with the weakest grip you've ever seen. his worst enemy is when you do the claw hand on his belly he's in hysterics i'm telling you. wiggling on his back saying "i give! i give!" and flopping onto his side when he's released from their tickly clutches. now, make that two pairs of hands, or ten, he doesn't have a chaaaaance.

he's definitely a good tickle monster to the others but once they elect k'sante to hold him down (he can bench sett apparently so he's gotta be the bad guy on this one) he's like "NOO DON'T DO IT GUYS I'M SORRYEHHEEHE" he preemptivey starts laughing when he sees wiggling fingers creeping closer and closer to him, begging wildly for mercy before anything happens. he calls out to each one of them, praying that they'll help! he's not the one to take what he dishes out.

and also the ears! don't forget about those! they are oh so ticklish and they twitch when you touch them. roll the delicate ear between two of your fingers and it has him in a fit of giggles. any fighting techniques he might know mean nothing in the face of a laughing fit.

first to help someone relieve stress via giving attention and being a stress toy himself. though, he's prone to going after someone first even if he always loses. we appreciate his effort. he'll probably have someone fighting on his side simply because he's a lost cause. has a good relationship with physical affection! his favorite to give: ticklish kisses n raspberries, in combo with a hug of course. try not to get caught in his clutches. if those are his tactics.. maybe he does deserve to get got. he's not as embarrassed as his track record would suggest! takes his inevitable loss in stride.

haaa this long as fuck 👍 i don't think i've written anything at all since 2018 or smth really i tried to keep these diverse so lmk how i did! also like always i do not reread and check anything so. this is it

#heartsteel #my post #i wanted to originally do mortal kombat 1 hcs but they got too many characters so heartsteel goes first

[2af-afterdark]

Now that all the devils plus Michael and Raphael have been revealed (and bonus Valefor, sorta) you gotta give us ur opinion on them/their kinks!!

I started answering this ask before I got the second one. Gonna cheat and combine the two~

Uhhh.... I made a list for the ones we already had a while ago. I have no idea where that list is now... It also may be outdated, so I guess I will make myself suffer again and give my (updated) opinions on these men after the game has come out.

First of all, I adore all of these men so far. They are all silly with a touch of dark undertones and dripping sexiness. I am down so bad for these men.

Gehenna

Satan - He's the boy. The man. Our chum. He is sooooo possessive. I love him. I love his design. He's not my top pick, but I could understand him being someone's favorite. His kink is spanking which I am sort of meh about, believe it or not.

Sitri - IF HE CALLS ME SOLOMON ONE MORE TIME!!! He started being a charming look, he's loyal, but I really hate that he won't get it through his head that MC is not Solomon. His and Satan's dynamic is interesting though. I find his kink kind of strange. I think it could be cute in the right situations, but otherwise it is not my thing.

Zagan - I originally didn't think much of him, but after meeting him... HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE!!! His design is still pretty lackluster, but there is a special kind of love for character's who are so shy they have trouble speaking. I'm a couch potato, so I can't understand being aroused by physical activity. Lol

Leraye - I AM SO SORRY BUT HIS DESIGN STILL SUUUUUUCKS EVEN THOUGH I LOVE HIM!!!! He is a puppydog of a man and I love him! I will fight to protect his smile. His kink isn't my thing, but it is relatively harmless. It's not like a squick for me or anything.

Paimon - Not my cup of tea. He's fine, I guess, but I find reading his lines to be frustrating (I know it's the visualization of how he speaks, but reading it bothers me in a way hearing it doesn't). I also just didn't find his personality to be too memorable. He was... there. Not bad, not good. His H scene is the one I actually dislike (mirror? no thank you). A shame, because blood is hot. An amazing kink, honestly.

Belial - I loved him the moment I saw him and meeting him in the game only confirmed that (eyes are my design weakness -- both extra or lack of, so the bangs killed me). He is just amazing. I have adopted him. When he tries to speak even though it is painful, I weep. I would hold him just to feel his warmth and share mine with him. His kink is said to be recorded music, but his H scene was about body writing. I, too, love body writing. I understand him.

Astaroth - I haven't actually met him yet. He is the only member of Gehenna I have yet to met, not even pulling him in the gacha >.> I wish I had more so say, but I simply know nothing about him (other than he is still hot as shit). If he wants to whisper dirty things in my ear though, I am all for it.

Ppyong - Friend shaped sunshine of my life. I would die for this little ball of joy. Please, I need a plush of him immediately.

Jjyu - A funny little motherfucker. I would give him chocolate.

Tartaros

Mammon - I cannot believe how much of him I got right (sort of) personality-wise. He is so fascinating. And his tiddies be huge. I love him. He is loved. His refusal to cover his massive chest is a blessing. As someone blessed with all the ass and no tiddy, I appreciate an ass man. Plus he'll let me grope him back? What a man!

Bimet - What a catty, unpleasant man. I have no desire to interact with him at al- NEVERMIND! SAW HIS H SCENE AND IT REWROTE MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY! I NEED THIS MAN IN MY LIFE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Eligos - His design makes me weak. I want him to be a josou seme so badly. His desire to be a sugar baby makes me want to throw money at him. I am very normal about him. His kink is... after reading it, I wonder if I have that too, or if I just like the anesthetics.

Valefor - He looks like a knight, but I have yet to meet him. He's hard to place since he was revealed by accident originally. Not a whole lot to say about him, but I am a sucker for the knight and his leige trope. His kink... as long as I get to hold him and hug him, I guess it works? I don't really understand it but it seems fine.

Avisos

Beelzebub - Uhhhhh..... I just pulled him so I am learning about him now. So far, he's weird. Just a weirdo.

Bael - Someone please get him some therapy. He needs it after the shit Beelzubub puts him through. I want to hold him gentol. I want to make dinner for him while I chain Bell to the desk and make him actually do his own work. Please do not sniff me >.>

Stolas - A little nerd. A dork. I want to pick on him. Not sure how his kink works when he's in hell...

Amon - I know nothing about him. I do not know how his kink works when he's already in hell? idk

Naberius - I read what his favorite food was and my desire to know him vanished. Fan of petplay though. Also, his chest be buxom.

Hades

Leviathan - I am fascinated by him. Genuinely. He's stories are so interesting to pick apart. It's also interesting that almost all of them have elements of dubcon. I love that he's prideful and envious. I will choke him <3

Foras - I still need to learn more about him, but I love his design. He's so pretty. Please do not perceive me.

Barbatos - Not my cuppa when it comes to his design, but he's fine otherwise. Don't actually know much about him.

Glasyalabolas - Ignoring his kink... What an interesting man. I need to know more about him.

Abaddon

Asmodeus - Uhhh.... Assuming it's the Love Unholyc one, he looks good. He will suffer from being the first devil ever, so he has the most simple design. Can't wait to see what his kink is. Can't wait to see how they deal with the fact that he once fell in love with a human and has an entire line of descendants.

Dantalian - I don't like his look. I don't like school stuff. BUT FUCK IF HE HASN'T BEEN ONE OF THE UNITS CARRYING MY ASS! Also, I love his mini-comic. He's such a babe, just not the babe for me. Also, his kink is fun to play with.

Phenix - What a little freak (affectionate). I love him as much as I thought I would. Everything he says drips sexual tension and he's just living his best life.

Ronove - I read one fucked up line from him and fell in love. What a gremlin. What a menace. I adore him. His kink is... yeah. I could be convinced to join him for some dubious surgery. I have seen and written worse.

Niflheim

Belphegor - Not revealed.

Bathin - He sure is there. Just hanging out. His kink is life goals but not sexy.

Gusion - Sir.... are you okay? I don't think you're okay. Love the tired businessman vibes though. That is such a mood. Not keen on his personality though. I feel like he'd be the kind of person that annoys me, but is the one I want to work with because he gets shit done. Attraction to smart people... I guess? As a himbo lover, I cannot relate.

Andrealphus - Did you notice he isn't in the game yet? Like, you see him in two loading comics, but he's not in the gacha. It's weird. He also wasn't in the voice announcements. He's just... there but not? Still a great design though.

Paradise Lost

Lucifer - I have seen him twice in other devil's comics and I would die for him. I still think the horn on the back of his head is dumb though. He is such a deadpan character, but has some funny moments. Dacryphilia? It can be hot.

Marbas - I love him. I adore him. I will spoil him rotten. He is my healer and his introduction in chapter 4 is just beautiful and painful (not for him but the way he interacts with others). I would gladly tie him up 👀

Morax - This man... I am worried for him. His desire to be hurt makes me wonder if he and Dantalian don't share the same kink....

Buer - I know nothing about him! His kink is... whatever. I don't get it though.

Heaven

Gabriel - I am so normal about him. Absolutely normal. He is a terrible person and I am into it. I want to tie him up, brush his bangs aside, and kiss his stupid face.

Michael - AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I'm in danger. His design is so cool but his kink is.... no.

Raphael - I'm so bored by his design. There's nothing wrong with it, but t's pretty basic yanki vibes. Also, his fetish is kind of... Meh? Being defiled? I can think of a few ways to take that. If he's more into the getting dirty part, I am out.

Humans

Minhyeok - A friend. A dude. I feel bad for him just sitting there.... waiting. I am not attracted to him, like, at all. He's a freak surrounded by even freakier freaks. He loses. Sorry, dude. Also, I am insulted that he taught me the scientific name for a panty fetish.

Solomon - I saw him once. I want to see him again. His design is just sooo jfibvbbvwogoiroi! Help!

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️ #talkin' whb

[juliusthedressmaker]

Uhhh Killian is yours, yours only. Nobody can have him but you can have him.

*gives Killian back to Julius*

QwQ… (Yandere Julius x Killian? I love it.)

Killy is absolutely mine, yes. I am the only one that he ever has and ever will love, his heart belongs to me alone and our souls are intertwined in a far higher dimension - as humans call them - than any being can comprehend. We're married, and he has my name tattooed on his chest, and I have a diamond ring so big and expensive that only mob Boss money can buy. That's very true, yes. However, sexually we aren't monogamous.

It's very rare that I ever mess around with other men. He doesn't like it when I do but also doesn't have much to do bitch and moan over it, you know? Since, well, Killian sleeps around with countless women and heavily fem aligned enbies - and it doesn't bother me at all, I genuinely do not give a fuck. I know how Killian views women, thinks of them and how he treats them. He's very misogynistic, so much so he calls men who say they're red pills "beta cucks" and thinks Andrew Tate is a "wannabe" and "omega bitch" ...... So you can see why I don't care about him sleeping with them. ...and, hmm...well, if you know anything about Killian, then you know how things play out for about half those ladies.

I do not like him sleeping with men and masc aligned enbies though. It makes me very very very jealous and angry!!! >:v Killian is pansexual, gender is irrelevant him, he's attracted to feminity and "pretty" so it does lower the amount of men and mascs significantly he finds attractive. Buuut still, to my dismay, there's plenty he finds attractive. And when Killian finds someone attractive, there is no stopping that man from putting on his charm and making a move. >:/

No matter what though, it's always me he comes home to at night<33 Plus, he lets me make those men perfect AND! "all mashy" if i want once he's done (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

I am not yandere or whatever though... The reason I cut Killian's throat was because. Well. I'll be honest: he knocked a glass of whisky over and it broke, so I used to glass to cut his throat. LOOK, MY LIFE WAS SO BAD AND I WAS AT MY WITS AND WE HAD BEEN FIGHTING ALL NIGHT TOO PLUS WE WERE BOTH VERY VERY VERY DRUNK AND HIGH! AND I DID APOLOGIZE. ... eventually. BUT IF I HADN'T KILLED HIM THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BROUGHT BACK AS A DEMON WHEN I WAS!! And he said he would have been humiliated if anyone other than me was the one to take him out, he literally wanted to die by my hands, go can go ask him yourself if you don't believe me!!

Everything worked out for the best and we're happy and in love and he is my everything. We are not complete without each other, two halves of a whole 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 And also he's sexy as fuuuuuuuhhhhhhh and I can climb him like a tree. Did you know he has a 12 pack? Because he has a 12 pack!!!🤤🤤🤤

:)<3

#julius the dressmaker #killian lynch #creepypasta #julius doherty #creepypasta roleplay #//rp blog

[welcomingdisaster]

🍽 and 🐍 for the asks!

hi hi hi!! ty for the ask. :) 🐉 A lot of figures in the Silm have weird Eldritch powers or possibly biology. Tell us about your headcanons for one.

OOOO hm.... I really enjoy elven song being, like, tied to the Song that makes up all of Arda. I don't think elves can usually meaningfully shape the world with their song (beyond maybe some aesthetic changes like making flowers grow or something) but I think elves that are very skilled in song-weaving can create very convincing illusions.

Here's what I imagine fighting Maglor is like:

You are in the middle of battle. All around you, elves shout, red lifeblood spilling onto dark black soil. Swords flash in the moonlight, the sharp glint of steel. You stab your sword into the chest of one of those thrice-cursed Feanorian followers, the kinslayers, watching his body crumple to the ground. His blood stains your boots. Your blood pumps wildly through your veins, your heart beating hard and fast against your ears. Your side has gained advantage. Press it, and you will win. You are sure of it.

A sound catches your attention, a low, melodic note. A low, slow song, ebbing and flowing as the waves. You turn, and see him.

His head is held proudly, and his hair is raven-dark, and there is not a spec of blood on his clothes. He is on horseback. What a fool, you think. The battle shall certainly startle the horse, send it running madly back through the battle. And if not, what a target he makes for the bowmen, sitting so pretty over the fray. You reach for your throwing knives. If they do not hit him, they will hit the horse, and likely spell his doom as he loses control of it. But you are a good shot, and he is an obvious target. It will be easy to hit him.

The song is beautiful. You notice how clean his clothes are. Not a wrinkle on that dark blue; no trace of mud or blood on his boots. How fair his face. How calm. How calm the song itself, soothing and lulling and quite unfit for the battlefield.

His horse walks forward, slow steps as a horse on parade, its bowed low to the ground, its big brown eyes half-shut. You cannot hear the men shouting anymore. You cannot hear falling bodies, or the squelch of flesh. This is not what battle sounds like.

Everything is made of song, of sound. You know the trees by their song, the rocks by their deep, groaning voices. You know danger because of the sharp notes that accompany it.

The lulling little tune, ebbing and flowing, is the only thing you can hear. The man in front of you, clean and tidy, raven-haired and fair, is the only real thing. And how beautiful he is. How calm.

You do not see him draw his sword.

🍽️ You are having a dinner party and you can invite five (5) characters from the Silm. Who do you invite?

OMG uhhh. oh this is hard

I definitely want Finrod there. I'm getting my bongo drums and kazoo out to see what he does with them (I do genuinely own both) Then Elrond (post-canon) and Elros (pre-death) because I'm using my god-given powers here to let the twins hang out for an extra hour. That means we also need Celebrian, I think. THEN UHH. I think maybe Celebrimbor (I think he'd get a little tipsy and infodump about jewelry-making for an hour and that's what my friends do at my dinner parties anyways)

#lena speaks #theworldisquiettooquiet #uhh this got away from me #maglor

[elysia-nsimp]

Tagging: @queerlordsimon @thesunshineriptide @aetherphobia @end3rm1st @ladyzsgolla (lemme know if you wanna be tagged)

Hiiii this is a long one because. Yknow we say a lot of weird shit.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 6

Uhhh CW: cursing, joking mockery, threats of violence (all joking I prommy!!), sexual innuendos

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Idia: YOU CALL THIS A NETHER FORTRESS? IT'S MORE LIKE A NETHER APARTMENT

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Lilia: I want to sit in the fire chair and I want to touch the disease book

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Floyd: Btw I got some candy you want some 🍬🍭

Azul: Did you check for blades?

Floyd: yeah

Floyd: no blades but I found this 🥄

Azul: Is that a spoon???

Azul: Who puts spoons in candy??

Floyd: cool people with vans apparently

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Cater: My illness is that I like men

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Floyd: I will break ur spine with my love

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Sebek: All of my family members got the talent of art but I didn't.

Silver: I dunno, that was a pretty good dog you drew earlier

Sebek: Oh come on, don't even go there, you know better

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Ace: the opposite of formaldehyde is casualdejekyll

Deuce:

Ace:

Cater:

Deuce: get out

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Jade: Eyes are kinda like Jewels. which Is why I like to collect them :)

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Leona: I'm way too stoned to go into the danger zone

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Floyd: Loafers, loafers, loafers, loafers. . I have an eye for loafers

Azul: I can tell

Floyd:

Azul:

Floyd: loafers-

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Ortho: That's why I got the party sized bag of Doritos

Azul: Idia is his own party.

Ortho: He is his own party

Azul: Do you just bring the party with you where you go?

Idia, deadpanned: that sounds draining.

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Crewel: The Overhead Sun is when the sun is overhead. DO YOU HEAR ME? T H E O V E R H E A D S U N I S W H E N T H E S U N I S O V E R H E A D.

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Ruggie: but what if I want to eat the hunger

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Lilia: Dead sucks. Just ask, well, nobody because they're dead

Lilia: haha, dad jokes

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Ruggie: I'm so hungry I could eat my own hunger :))))

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Savanaclaw Student B: what's a single kid gonna do?

Yuu: a lot, actually. i plan to take over the world, catch all the legendary Pokemon, overthrow the champion, and whoop your ass

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Lilia: Okay Malleus, what did we learn about awakening the ancient ones?

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Idia: I will not accept Sans' banana.

Idia: WAIT THAT SOUNDED BAD

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Ace: When I die I want to be baked into a chocolate cake alive

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Floyd: We have that psychic connection, we're just built different

Jade: …yeah

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Lilia: What if Bigfoot takes off his fursuit before making fudge

Trey: I don't think Bigfoot making fudge naked will make me want to buy it more

Lilia: Who said he was naked????

Trey: He took off his fursuit!

Lilia: People usually wear clothing under their fursuit?? Like underclothing??

Trey: Still don't think I want bigfoot making my fudge

Lilia: I love that we're skipping past the fact that I am insinuating that bigfoot is a furry

Trey: Ehh…

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Lilia: Consider this: Bigfoot is just Mr. Clean's fursona

Jade: I could see that– the psychology in that-

Jade: Being so obsessed with cleanliness that you revert to the total opposite, living in the woods; the wild, being one with the dirt. .

Lilia:

Jade: Hey look at these nice shoes!

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Grim: Imagine waking up in a strange new world and looking inside the bag that was given to you upon waking up only to fucking find human ears

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Jade: I would never threaten a moose. An elk on the other hand, I'd fuck it up.

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Floyd: Heyy, you want some candy? They're good. A dollap something, a Squirmy... ooh! And this one's my favourite! It's from the floor

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Floyd: Now THOSE were some slurpy tentacle sounds

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LilIa: aaAAAUSGHHHSHHHHHHHNNNNNNGgggGerrrrrrr. . . That's what creativity sounds like, trust me

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Idia: I don't know if I should say 'Im happy to inform you' or 'I regret to inform you,' but I must inform you that I'm back in my fnaf phase

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Ruggie: head empty. only primal instincts. and shiny things.

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Ruggie: I am here only for picking flowers and shiny gems

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Azul: And now. . ... . when I look in this chest. .. I will see all of my treasures.. .. ..

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Azul, chasing a rooster: Sir? SIR! Sir do you have time to talk about extending your car's warranty??

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Floyd: Ok I'm done being angsty now.

Floyd: I will now be *horny-*

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Epel: Speaking of precious, [breAKS INTO A COUGHING FIT]

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Ace: Skate fast, eat ass

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Trey: Do you need glue?

Cater: If I need glue I will cry.

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Idia: Emotions are wack [finger guns]

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Ace: Jesus my hands are dry... they just like.... snorted.. .... the lotion I put on them.. ... ..

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Deuce: Okayy let's see how well I can do my math homework after having a mental breakdown!

[Deuce looks at the nonexistent camera]

Deuce: Dw it was for an English assignment

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Yuu: Guys, I have an important question for you

Overblot crew: what

Yuu: are you okay, like, mentally

Overblot crew: what kinda stupid question is that? of course not.

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Ace: British people actually exist?

Riddle: Yes

Ace: Damn, that's crazy

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Floyd: It's like being a halloween stripper except they throw candy at me instead of money

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Grim: Ooh, free soul! – hoLY SHIT HOLY SHIT TOO MUCH SOUL TOO MUCH SOUL

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Ace: I was born to kick ass and take names, I'm not just gonna stop bc some adults told me to

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Yuu: I have a history of befriending bastards

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Yuu, at Floyd: "oh boo hoo, I'm so tall I can touch the ceiling 😭😭"

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Lilia: I mean I got a violin case and you don't see me putting baby corpses in it

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Ace: Is thay the one were Jesus rose from the tomato soap

Trey: what

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Floyd: THIS IS WORSE THAN THE TIME I ACCIDENTALLY ATE A POISONOUS PLANT OUTSIDE OF MCDONALD'S

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Kalim: I befriended a gravy monster

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Floyd: Fuck you. Eats dice.

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Cater: If you avocado squeezes back, it means you are happy

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Floyd: It’s like a slip n slide on a warm summer’s day. Expect its November and you’re sliding in your own liquids.

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Jade: Look out Floyd, the babies are poisonous

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Deuce: His parents was Greek

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Jade: Set the temperature to 420 degrees F and let it cook for 2-3 business days

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Azul to the twins: You don’t have to eat everything that disagrees with you

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Ace: how old were you when you were eleven?

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Deuce: evaporation is the process of elimination

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Rook: goats are the gateway to aromatherapy

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Rollo: the children must be burned

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Floyd: chicken octopus legs

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Deuce: but blue and orange make purple, so…

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Hope y’all like these lmao

Another one is in the works already, be prepared 😄

#twst incorrect quotes #twst shitpost #twst quotes #twst floyd #twst Idia #twst deuce #twst ace #twst Azul #twst Jade #twst Trey #twst Yuu #twst riddle #twst grim #twst ruggie #twst Epel #twst lilia #twst cater #twst crewel #twst leona #twst Sebek #twst silver

[sleepy-achilles]

Could you possibly write a little fic of shawn being jealous of someone flirting with taker and claiming that taker was ONLY HIS TO FLIRT WITH

There’s only ever jealous taker fics but I just know shawn would be SEETHING with jealousy if someone tried flirting with his man

I can because I already love the idea of jealous lil Shawn and I have the perfect situation for it.

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If the others didn't know about Shawn and taker, they were about too.

"You reckon we can work that into a story?" Kevin asks. "Yeah, I bet we can" hunter nods. "Shawn?" Kevin asks looking up. Hunter copy's and both men say nothing as shawn closes his fist around his water bottle, crushing it and spilling water everywhere. Everyone stops what their doing at the sound. Kevin stands and looks to see Shawn staring at the tv. "Oh.." Kevin mutters as Taker smirks at sable. John moves closer and looks. "Whats wrong?" He asks confused. Kevin pitied the poor newbies who didn't understand. They would soon. "Shawn.." Kevin tries. Goldust doesn't hesitate to turn the tv off. Shawn doesn't move. He doesn't even say anything.

"Is he blinking?" Jeff asks. "No honey. No he's not." Goldust answers. "Is he jealous? Does he like sable?" Jeff asks. No one responds. Jeff doesn't have to wait long because takers opponents are limping through the door and shortly after taker is following. Goldberg moves just in time to miss the crushed water bottle flying through the air. Taker raises an eyebrow as it hits his chest. He's mostly shocked at how much it hurt. But then he sees the person who threw it and is it makes sense. He used to play football (rugby but if I put that people will cry at me. Why call it football if your gonna carry the ball all game? And yet call the foot game soccer? Weirdos).

Shawn doesn't look at him, which makes the bottle thing a bit eerie. "We done using words these days?" Taker asks moving closer. "I don't know, who do I goto when the lockeroom leader is the one causing issues?" Goldust asks. Taker looks at him confused. Goldust nods towards the tv, plug still firmly in his hand. "Oh..." Taker mutters turning back too Shawn. "Your angry about that little thing?" Taker asks. That's when Shawn faces him. "Little thing?" Shawn asks quietly. "Shawn-" "LITTLE THING!" Shawn yells. Taker raises his hands slightly. "Asshole" Shawn growls before storming out. "Uhhh" Jeff looks at taker. Taker groans. "Shawn!" Taker calls running after the hot headed blonde. Hunter looks at kevin. "You know what that's about?" He asks. "Nope." Kevin denys a little too quickly.

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Shawn hated vinces parties. Sure, he loved them at one point. But now? He hates them.

John rushes over. "Cmon Shawn! Your missing all the fun." John smiles. "Im fine here kid" Shawn huffs. He's been doing a very good job at avoiding taker and some bright blue eyed newbie won't change that.

It changed that.

Shawn allows John to drag him towards the crowd and he's glad he did. His eyes burn into sable as she leans against takers arm, FEELING his arms and GIGGLING at him. Shawn, if he didn't respect women, would like to punch her right there and then. But, he's not that way. His mama didn't raise him to be like that. So he bites his tongue. Its not until taker smiles at her that he looses his shit.

"Enough!" Shawn barks. "Oh god.." Kevin mumbles into his drink. Taker looks at shawn. "Are you serious right now?" Shawn asks. "What?" Taker asks. "What? What! Your going to flirt with her right in front of me now? Doing it on live TV wasn't enough, you have to do it in person aswell?" Shawn demands. "Flirting? Shawn are you-" "if the word crazy leaves your mouth I'm going to loose my shit" Shawn warns. "So it was about you liking sable?" Jeff asks. "Liking me?" Sable asks confused. Her hand still on taker. Shawn moves forward and pulls taker away from her, standing between them.

"Touch him again and I will cut your fucking hands off" Shawn growls. "Oh..you were so wrong" John smirks holding his hand out. Jeff groans and hands him a fifty. "What?" Sable gasps. "Im serious. Flirt and fuck with any one else, he is mine. Not yours, keep away" Shawn tells her. "And that goes for all of you! I even see someone send him a flirty look I'm going to loose it" Shawn snaps. "Jesus, Shawn a word, now" Taker sighs pulling Shawn away from the crowd. Not that it matters, they all turn to watch anyways.

"Thats what's wrong? You think I care about sable flirting with me? Since when did you care about people flirting with me? You always let goldust-" "I used to let goldust." Shawn cuts in. "I care because your mine. Before we weren't a thing, I didnt have anything to loose. But you asked me out. We are boyfriends. I'm not loosing that for some prettier model" Shawn states crossing his arms. "Prettier model?" Taker asks confused. Shawn nods. "Shawn? Baby boy, you are so much more prettier. Your mine, you know I wouldn't go and bail on you like that after trying so damn hard to get you" Taker admits. Shawn frowns. "Its okay to be jealous aswell Shawn, I get jealous too, but just as we said, we gotta talk about it. Not just bottle it up" Taker tells him.

"I know. I feel stupid now. I guess 90s Shawn still lingers in my brain sometimes. He was a insecure little shit head." Shawn huffs. Taker leans down and kisses shawns temple. Ignore the whoops and cheers. "Would you really hurt someone for touching me?" Taker asks quietly. "Of course I would. It works both ways you know? Your mine, no one gets to touch you like that but me" shawn states. Taker chuckles and kisses him softly. "Mm I understand why you find jealous me so hot now." Taker murmurs. "Oh jealously can always look hot in the right relationships." Shawn smirks as he wraps his arms around takers neck. "How about we ditch this lame party...have our own?" Taker asks squeezing shawns hips. "Thought you'd never ask big boy" Shawn smirks.

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I'm sorry this is short. I wrote this during my actual lunch break and didn't have long to do it. Hopefully, if people want more jealous hbtaker I can work on one during the weekend. (I don't work weekends, whoop whoop)

I kinda wanna do one with a man x man. Either Shawn jealous or taker so yk leave suggestions for that.

I sorta feel like they'd be different. Shawn would be short tempered and angry, threatening violence but never doing it because he's not actually angry he's just upset and hurt whilst taker would play the long game. Taker would be pissed and angry and violent. He'd wait to see it its a one time thing. If it is, he warns them to back off. If its not, he will get physical. Shawns his, no one else's.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #triple h #kevin nash #goldust #john cena #jeff hardy #sable

[koolkat9]

Maybe a drabble in which colony America is kidnapped by pirate England’s enemies and he has to save him?

Bonus points if it includes Alfred getting hurt

Oooh okay!

Two Faced Snake

Rating: T

Relationship: England + America

Word Count: 

Author’s Note: Minor description of injury/gore. Child injury. Uhhh...Antonio is the bad guy. Some people may not like that. Alcohol (which is why Antonio is cruel because I read he’s like a scary drunk or something)

“Where is he?” Arthur growled as he looked around at the men shaking in front of him. He couldn’t blame them, he had just slashed through half their crew.

“Oh Inglaterra, Always so violent,” a sickly sweet voice called from behind the crowd. Antonio emerged from his men, his chestnut hair tied back in a fiery red ribbon that matched his flowing coat. He looked at him with a deranged kind of glee. The scent of alcohol swirled around him making Arthur scrunch up his nose.

The thing about Antonio was that he was a pain to deal with when sober, but he was a nightmare when booze got involved. Arthur hardened his glare. Show no weakness, get in and out, and finish the job.

“I thought we agreed to leave the children out of this,” Arthur spat.

“Mmm...You agreed to keep them out of it. I did not.”

Arthur wanted to run his sword through that back-stabbing asshole’s chest, but he couldn’t. He had to get the right opening, or else it wouldn’t end well for him. He took a deep breath. “Where is he?”

“Sleeping.”

Arthur’s blood ran cold, mind jumping to the worst case. He tried to remain stone-faced, but if anything had happened to that little boy...

Antonio cackled wickedly.  “Oh Arthur, don’t worry. He’s not asleep like that...At least not yet.”

Before Arthur could react, Antonio snapped his fingers, and one of the men came forward holding the limp, beaten body of Alfred.

“I didn’t want to hurt him,” Antonio sighed with fake pity, “But he put up such a fight I had to do something. He's a lively one. Just like daddy." But Arthur wasn't listening. He was too busy staring in horror at his child's bruises, the cut on his forehead, how lifeless he looked. He gripped the hilt of his sword, the voice of Antonio echoing in his ear. Something in him snapped.

It was a blur of clashing swords, shadowy figures surrounding him, and screams, but in the end, Antonio lay unmoving on the floor, and the last remnants of his crew were slowly backing away. "Give him to me," Arthur snarled. The man holding Alfred shook, frozen in fear. "GIVE HIM TO ME!"

The man shoved Alfred towards Arthur before scurrying away. Arthur took the boy in his arms, his demeanor immediately softening. But now wasn't the time to get emotional, he needed to get himself and Alfred back to the safety of his ship.

Lady Luck was on his side, and his ship came into view just as he made it to the side of Anotnio's. "Just hang on love," Arthur whispered, securing Alfred in one arm, "We're going to get you taken care of in just a moment."

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When Alfred came to, he found himself in a familiar bed; Arthur's bed on his ship. Everything ached when he tried to get up and look around. A hand came to his chest and gently pushed him back down, mindful of his injuries. "Shh shh sh," a soothing voice hushed, "You still need a bit more rest."

"Arthur?" Alfred rasped.

"Yes, I'm right here lad."

Alfred felt his eyes burn with tears. If anyone asked he would say it was his injuries and not the gnawing guilt in his stomach. Arthur had told him he couldn't come; that a pirate ship was no place for a little boy, nation or not. "I-I'm sorry...You were right," he sobbed.

Arthur pulled Alfred into his lap, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Well...You're safe now, and we're on our way home. That's what matters."

Alfred nodded, burying his face in Arthur's shirt, a tight grip on the fabric. He could hear his guardian's rapid heartbeat. He had scared him, hadn't he? Alfred couldn't bring himself to mention it though, and only let out another muffled apology.

"It's okay now," Arthur assured him as he began rocking him back and forth. "It's alright. You should be healed up by tomorrow."

After a moment of silence and calming himself down, Alfred piped up again. "I'm hungry."

Arthur let out a laugh. "Well, then you're well on your way to recovery. I'll make sure the cook makes all your favorites. Maybe we even have some sugar laying around for a sweet treat."

"Really?"

"We'll see. But you have to rest."

"Okay."

Alfred rolled back onto the bed, and Arthur tucked him in. He placed a kiss on the boy's brow. "I'll be right back okay? Get some rest."

"Okay..." Alfred sighed, eyelids already feeling heavy again. "I love you, dad..."

The last thing Alfred heard was Arthur's distant voice. "I love you too my darling."

#hetalia #hws #atlantic bros #hws england #hws america #hws spain #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #hurt/comfort #pirates #dad england my beloved

[nasturtiumsforbreakfast]

This is post-'night out' midnight nonsense, I'm sure but I'll carry on

I don't remember how I started this post originally before tumblr fucked me over, but basically here's the bullet points cs it is past midnight and I have to wake up again in 5 hours cs capitalism is hell

Basically it was something like,

Having this blog, and the occasional interaction, is actually really helpful? Like with my self image, a bit, and with realising that the thoughts and feelings I'm having - that I've only very recently, in the scheme of things, admitted to myself I'm having at all - are like. Normal? Actually? Not somehow unbelievably depraved - or, if they are, then plenty of other people are too, then depravity is normal itself

Or something

I'm autistic and quite literally grew up in the woods going to raves and festivals, raised by my ex-jehovahs witness ADHD mum, so I imagine my world-view is a little. Weird? But anyway,

And, I've said this before I'm sure of it, but reading people being so um so horny about body types like mine, y'know, is. Is good to see, is helping, somehow

Here, that stuff too, but also I get stuff on my main dash as like, people being appreciative of Izzy Hands's tits, and Aziraphale's whole deal y'know, and that is also good and helpful to see

Y'know, that people can be appreciative, let's keep using that word, of men having uhhh a large chest area, haha, and people with a body type like mine (I am a bit wobbly and pear-shaped, it's nice to know that people like pears!)

I fell asleep before I posted this, again, slept through my alarms and am now at least 10 minutes late to work :(

But have whatever this is anyway, and then we can go back to our regularly scheduled oral fixation yearning posts

[writer-in-theory]

cj? who's that? sounds annoying.

im agent bl with the fbi and we demand that you answer --- ALL OF THEM.

wow yeah thanks for being here agent bl if it's a demand from the fbi then guess i better answer all of 'em 🙄

angel - what’s one character trait you like about yourself? uhhh i'm like a roach. i'm resilient as hell. the world just keeps trying to squish me but jokes on them i'll be here forever.

doll - what’s your favourite outfit? my favorite outfit right now is my lucky high-waisted jeans and this really cozy gray sweater that's just barely cropped. paired with my gay converse, of course.

pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why? i love love love like, september weather where the morning is barely chilly so i can wear a sweater but by noon it's warm again. i hate being cold but i really love cold weather clothes, so compromise.

baby - what makes you feel better when you’re down? a hug. and ice cream. and a comfort show. or, depending on what the upset is i used to do kickboxing and i used to have a punching bag back before this apartment that i'd use to burn off some steam.

sugarpie - what’s your favourite sweet treat? ICE CREAM. but if we're talking like a baked good, it may sound weird but i loveee carrot cake.

kitten - are you a dog person or a cat person? cats. i am petrified of dogs.

princess - if you could live in any other time period, which would it be? i mean, assuming that like, period-typical discrimination and stuff didn't exist...idk that's hard. i'll go with the 80s just so then i wouldn't have to do so much research for stranger things fics.

peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic? i change up my aesthetic on the regular, but i always seem to come back to the general, like, dark academia style i guess?

darling -  what romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved? hand holding. but like the kind where you're like busy doing something like watching a movie or like reading and your partner just like grabs your hand and holds on while you both do your thing. it's sweet to me.

button - do you have a type? what is it like? ehh women who could beat me up and idk for men.

sweet pea - what’s your favourite flower? i really love magnolia flowers. they smell so good and they're gorgeous.

sunshine - what’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten? well, i was told i was someone's sunshine, speaking of. but also i was told that i brighten someone's day just by being so me and that just was so nice.

baby girl - how do you like to be held? tightly. idk, just arms around me and i can tuck away my face like in their neck or shoulder or chest. i sleep rolled up in a weighted blanket, if that says anything.

lover - how do you show someone you like them? i pull their pigtails. no, i tend to get really nervous and am bad at that, but i do tend to make more excuses to spend more time with that person. like, things i could probably do on my own i'm asking for company, or stuff like that.

buttercup - what does/would your online dating bio say? omg do i pull up my cringy tinder from undergrad? i do.

gemini, intj, slytherin my talents include knowing enough useless facts to rock trivia night and pretending i can sing like taylor swift. my favorite character from grey's anatomy is bailey and if i had to vote someone off the island it would be owen.

boo - what’s your dream date? oh thats so hard!! i'm really bad on dates if i get too overwhelmed or too focused on it being a date, ya know? it's gotta be lowkey. i love coffee dates, or a girl once like packed a bag of food and we ate out on the campus lawn and talked.

wild thing - what’s something about you that surprises people? uhhh i'm not sure actually!! i know people tend to be surprised by my personality once i get close to them, just because i'm so quiet and reserved upon first meeting people.

bubba - tell me a funny story from your childhood.  i once cracked my head open on a corner of a wall while i was running around. the adults were all panicking and debating on if i needed to go get stitches and if i'd be okay, and meanwhile i was using this distraction as a way to get into my birthday cake early. i did need stitches but more importantly, my devious plan to get cake worked.

love bug - what song would you love to have sung to you? oh idk there's so many. i sat here for a long time i did.

cutie - what’s your favourite fairytale? i always loved the ugly duckling as a kid, as well as the little mermaid.

dumpling - what’s your favourite movie right now? mmm i've been watching love actually and 10 things i hate about you incessantly lately.

my love - what would your dream home be like? well, not my permanent home but for the next several years i'd love to live in a NICE apartment in the city. a lot of windows and cozy furniture, very open. idk.

#ask jay #ask game #cj 🌙