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badasmuse · 5 months

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“Wallflower”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, penetration, bottom!reader, top!bada, idol!reader good girl gone bad type beat, reader is a lowkey slut?

Summary: you’ve always been such a cutesy person. you’re tired of it.

Short a/n: i used songs for y/n’s group that are from other artist (obv) and same for her solo career. also changed one lyric from this original song. this was a request and i had so much fun with it.

Based off “Wallflower” by Kimberly August

when you started your idol career, you always knew you’d have to go to events, parties, and have to socialize with other people. you weren’t really too keen on that idea. you’ve never been a party goer and when you did go you stayed in the corner or alone. your old high school friends used to call you ‘wallflower’ as a nickname because of it.

however, you being a wallflower helped you meet your current girlfriend, bada lee.

you were both at a party, specifically your group’s album release party. you, of course, we’re leaning against the wall, babysitting a cup of whatever alcohol your group member gave you when she approached.

“hey.. i’m bada. congrats on the album.” she said leaning against the wall next to you.

you looked up at her, “oh hi. y/n. thank you. um i know you, you’ve choreographed for my best friend’s group. aespa? ning is my best friend.” you whispered, feeling intimidated by her height.

“i love ning.” bada said smiling which put you at ease. “why aren’t you socializing with everyone? the party is for you.”

“i’m not much of a socializer. my high school friends used to call me wallflower.” you mumbled.

she leaned against the wall. “well if you don’t mind, i’d like to keep you company.”

and from that point on, she never left your side really.

eventually, your group disbanded, but you continued on with your career as a soloist. weeks after your solo debut, bada asked you to be her girlfriend.

your group has always done cutesy concepts. starting with their debut song, ‘bubble’ up until their last song, ‘dun dun dance.’ even after you continued, you kept the cute act. your first song, ‘bubble pop’ blew up. your most recent one, ‘smile’ ft. a popular soloist, bibi, just dropped and the fans were eating it up. after that, you decided to go on tour.

your first show was tonight. you were extremely excited because you had something up your sleeve for your fans (and your girlfriend.)

you’re currently in the back getting your makeup done. your girlfriend approaches you, a smile on her face.

“hey pretty,” she says softly, “are you excited?”

you nod when your mua moves to find a good lip shade, “very excited. i can’t wait to perform again.”

“i’ll be right by the barricade rooting for you. you’ll see me, i’ll be up front with ning.” she said kissing your cheek and running off when your mua swatted her.

“messing up my work.” she complained jokingly.

eventually you were ready to go. running out getting your fans excited. you immediately started with your first song, bubble pop of course.

time went on and right after the short intermission you came out in a new outfit. it’s not revealing but the skirt is pretty short. your fans and girlfriend are pretty shocked. not ning tho, she’s recording bada’s reaction. of course she knew what was going on.

you laugh at the surprised noises from fans. “i know, shocking right? i’ve always been one to do cutesy concepts, have pretty outfits, sing my little cute songs.. but sometimes you need a slight change. since it’s my first time back on tour since my solo debut, i have a treat for you guys. here’s my new, unreleased song called ‘wallflower’ i hope you like it.”

I hear you're quite the little odd ball

A little strange I hope it's true

I'm just an itty bitty wallflower

But I could be real good for you

taking the mic off the stand and crouching down right in front of where bada is standing, you sing the lyrics to her, a slight pout on your face.

Well maybe I could call you mommy

And you could teach me all the rules

Yes I'm a good girl it's true

But I want to be real bad with you.

you stand up smiling when you see the tips of bada’s ears go red even in the dark light. you walk right to the security guard and he helps you down from the stage so you can make your way to bada and ning.

See you could have me on the front porch

Or take me up in to your room

Yes I'm a good girl it's true

But I want to be real bad with you

one of your fingers slide down bada’s face and you keep walking, deciding to go interact with the crowd.

towards the end of the song, you make your way back to the stage, arching your back as you slide down onto your stomach singing the last line.

Go on let me be real bad bad bad bad

your fans cheer loudly and you damn near cry. you thought they’d hate this side of you. you stand up all giddy. you’d love to release more songs like this.

once the show ends, you’re backstage gathering your things. you felt large hands on your hips and they slide around to your stomach. “hi bada.” you say putting your chargers for your watch and phone in your bag.

“what was that?” she says quietly.

“what was what?”

“the outfit? the song? the lyrics? the dancing?” you turn and face her, hoping she wasn’t angry. you look in her eyes and they’re filled with lust.

“i wanted to try something new.” you wrapped your arms around her waist and looked up at her. “did you like it?”

bada doesn’t respond. instead her eye twitches slightly and she kisses your forehead, “let’s go back to my place. hurry up.”

you turn around and grabbed the rest of your stuff and made your way to her car. however, you’ll never make it as fast as you’d like cause your cockblock bestie stops you.

“y/n! i know you’re trying to go do your big one in bed with bada but, i need you to release more songs like that. and wear more outfits like these man you look amazing girly.” ning says quickly.

laughing at her words you hug her, “thank you ning. i’d talk more but bada’s eye twitched before she told me to hurry up i’m tryna see what that’s about.” you kiss her cheek and keep it moving to your girlfriends vehicle.

the ride back to her place was silent, a comfortable silence. your leg bounced in anticipation. you have no idea what bada’s going to do but you’re excited.

she parked in the parking structure of her building and before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, she grabbed your face pulling you in for a rough kiss. she bit down on your lip, making you gasp. taking the opportunity, her tongue slipped into your mouth immediately dominating as a hand wrapped around your throat.

“b-bada.” you stutter, pulling back for air.

“you play a risky game. turning me on in front of your best friend and all your fans.” she unbuckles both seatbelts and walks around to open your door for you, hand out helping you to the door. “wearing this short skirt,” her fingers dip under the little elastic, “arching your back like that. now i don’t have a porch cause i live in an apartment but we can definitely go into my room. or we can go on the balcony.” she says.

you’re stuck as you watch her pull out her keys to open the door to her apartment. once the door closes, her lips are on yours again. she spreads your legs apart with her knee and rubs you through your panties lightly.

you let out a moan pulling at her shirt, trying to take it off her but she smacks your hands away. “uh uh. you can be real good for me right? hands to yourself.” she backs away from you making you whimper at the loss of touch.

she disappears into her room and walks back out about six-ish minutes later, finally unclothed, strap in hand. “strip.”

don’t have to tell me twice. you think. immediately stepping out of the skit and pulling off your top. you go to take off the knee high socks and she stops you.

“leave them on. we’re going on the balcony i don’t want it to be too cold for you.” she grabs your hand pulling you outside.

“what if someone sees us..?” you whisper as she presses your back against the railing.

“you said front porch. is this really different?” she grabs you pulling you outside.

she eyes you and you feel intimidated. your expression goes from nervous to confused when she hands you her strap.

“put it on for me.”

you blushed and kneeled in front of her putting the strap on, occasionally making eye contact with her.

“did i do it right?” you whisper.

“you did it perfect, princess.” bada helps you off your knees and bends you over the balcony railing.

you hiss as the cold, metal rail hits your boobs, making your nipples hard. “bada-“

she cuts you off with a slap on your outer thigh, “uh uh. what was it you said? maybe you could call me mommy? now you’re only to address me as such.” she pushed into you slowly and you let out a whine.

“please…” you say quietly, holding onto the rail.

“please what? use your words.” she starts moving slowly in and out of you, hand making its way to your hair.

“f-faster mommy.” you stutter out. you could feel the blush creeping up your neck when you called her mommy.

she groans and speeds up her thrusts. covering your mouth as you got louder. “i have neighbors slut. keep quiet.”

well that didn’t help. it only made you moan louder, eyes rolling back.

she sticks two fingers in your mouth. “i thought my wallflower wanted to be real good for me?” she started thrusting harder, her other hand untangling from your hair and rubbing on your clit.

and you don’t know why, but the way she quotes your song back to you while she pounds into your gspot and rubs your clit all while her long fingers gag you a bit has you cumming all over her strap. drool running down your chin and her hand as you choke out a moan.

“that’s my girl. ride it out.” she whispers slowing her thrusts but keeping the pace on your clit.

about a minute later, she takes her fingers out of your mouth and pulls out. your legs buckle and you start to fall but she grabs you.

“i got you. come on.” she walks you back into the apartment, locking the balcony door.

she got you cleaned up and put one of her shirts on you, pecking your lips. “i’m so, incredibly proud of you, princess.” she whispered holding you close.

“thank you, mommy.” you respond, making your way to the bed still in each others arms.

you cuddle up to her drifting off then you frown realizing something. “bada you didn’t give me underwear.”

“you won’t need them. we’re going again in the morning.” she replies, pulling you on top of her rubbing your back. “now rest. you’ll need it.”

oh lord.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #spotify

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priniya · 1 year

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hii, this is very specific but do you think you could write something involving fem!reader who grew up with sirius and they’re childhood best friends (but it’s only ever going to be platonic between them) and one day she transfers to hogwarts and immediately has a thing for james, however james doesn’t wanna make a move because he thinks her & sirius have some unspoken thing? <3

UNSPOKEN THINGS!

synopsis. growing up with sirius black was easy, but falling in love with his best friend was even easier. however, everything gets complicated — james keeps his distance, overthinking your relationship with sirius.

notes. i wouldn’t lie if i said i didn’t like that request, because i LOVE IT!!!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING SM?? obv. james potter x fem!reader. maybe ooc james. gonna make a part 2!

all the good things that had taken place during your childhood had always happened with sirius black by your side. having him next to you was like a pearl you’d never trade for anything. sneaking out at night as children to spend a little more time with each other, pulling small pranks on your siblings, and having a companion for every banquet was something priceless.

you wished that your friendship would survive the sudden shift, caused by your mother’s dream to come back to her roots in southern france, and who was your father to disobey the love of his life? so, he barely turned eleven, when you bid goodbyes, gave him your future address, and hoped he’d write.

since sirius black has always been a man of his words, he did not disappointed you with the amount of letters he’d sent you. some may think that it slowly died down, when you got to school, although it just intensified. you were certain that he told you at least the majority of his stories, confiding in that he was head over heels with remus, his schoolmate.

telling him you were coming back to england was definitely the letter you were delighted to write. seeing him after those years was magical — almost miraculous. unfortunately, something got delayed and you got to london the same day you’d leave for hogwarts.

“sirius!” a laughter left your mouth as soon as you noticed the black-haired boy, standing next to a group of teenagers. before sirius even realized, you threw your arms around his neck, clutching him in a tight hug.

“you’re finally here!” he shouted, lifting you few inches off the ground with a smile, earning a lot of confused looks from all his friends. “couldn’t get any later, could you?” the boy rolled eyes at you, turning his head to face the confused group. “this is y/n, my first best friend.” with that, his arm was thrown around your shoulder, squeezing you a little.

before any of them spoke out, you got at least two seconds to look at them, memorizing their distinguished features, which could help you recognize them later. the boy standing the closest to you, who, you guessed, was james — the only one beside remus that sirius actually put a thought into writing about.

“nice to meet you.” he was first to greet you, embracing you in a short hug, something in his cologne almost made you lightheaded, his scent staying in your mind till falling asleep that night. “sirius couldn’t stop talking about you, always blah blah blah.”

“shut up, could you?” sirius retorted, pulling you away from the potter boy.

few hours later, you were trying to settle in your new dorm, when you heard a knock on the door. “hey.” a head peaked inside before you even got to open them. “am not interrupting something, am i?” potter asked, smile rosing on his lips as he walked in.

“noo, just trying to make this place more like mine, you know?” you smiled back, putting down a few frames with photos of you and your friends back in beauxbatons. “while you’re here, could you help me with putting books on the shelves?” curly-haired boy nodded his head eagerly, before taking a pile of books to put them where you wanted.

it was almost perfect — he was about to put the last one in its place, but something was wrong, and the book fell down, and hit him right in the nose, causing a nosebleed. “shit!” he groaned, immediately grabbing the hem of his shirt, using it like a tissue.

“merde, james i’m so sorry.” you mumbled, embarrassed. the towel quickly found its way to your hand, putting it close to his nose gently. “i’ll try to be as gentle as i can, i promise.” you whispered.

the distance between you was intimidating. his eyes focused on your faces as you carefully tried to stop the bleeding, your cheeks getting warmer with each second his sight was on you. “i’m a man made of steel, it’s fine.” he chuckled, eyes squinting right afterwards.

“i can see that.” you laughed softly, pulling the fabric away, seeing that the bleeding stopped. “don’t worry, you’re still the pretty boy you were before you got here.” blush creeped onto his cheeks upon hearing your comment.

and you stayed like that until sirius stepped into the room without knocking, catching the two of you barely inches away from each other, talking in hushed voices about something insignificant. music you like, movies you want to watch, fun summer stories and anything that found its way to your tounges.

the next few weeks were horrible, having yourself busy with all the workload you got, revising all the things you weren’t taught at your previous school, but they were compulsory at hogwarts. maybe if a certain curly-haired boy wasn’t on your mind 24/7, it’d be easier to study.

“y/n, good to see you!” marlene smiled, grabbing your arm as you were walking back to the common room after the study session you had at the library. “ready for the party?” she asked, grinning widely.

the question had taken you off guard — there was supposed to be a party and you were supposed to be ready by then? to be honest, the amount of time you put into studying, made you so exhausted you were barely standing on your own. on the other hand, the raging urge to impress sirius’ friends (specifically james) was unstoppable, and refusing the party was the last thing on your priority list.

“i’ll be in thirty minutes.” quickly, you matched her smile, stepping into the already crowded gryffindor common room, only to find sirius on the coffee table with james. “guys, this is my best friend, y/n! the party is for her!” your best friend shouted to the people, earning a few laughs and claps.

you laughed along the people, catching a brief glance of james, locking eyes with him for a little too long until he looked away, cheeks tinted pinkish. “geez, pads. let the poor girl change…?” mckinnon shook her head, pulling you away from black.

“so…” she beamed, closing the door behind her. “what’s going on with you and james?” she asked with ease, making herself comfortable on your bed, watching your inept attempts to hide how easy it was for james to make you lit up.

“nothing.” you shrugged. “geez, i feel bad for saying this since he’s sirius’ other best friend, but sometimes i really wish there was something going on. you know, he’s kind, funny, and cute.” a sigh escaped from between your lips as you looked through all the cute dresses your older sister made you buy last summer in italy.

“that’s what i thought.” she giggled, picking up makeup accessories. “well, from the way he looks at you, he seems to think you’re cute too.” she made a pause. “or he’s jealous of you, and doesn’t want to lose sirius.”

upon hearing that you decided to tell the blonde girl about those few evenings, when he just happened to be walking past your dorm and stayed with you for the whole night. “then he’s definitely interested in you.” marlene gasped, immediately jumping onto the spot next to you, grabbing the fitted, silky, red dress. “we’re gonna make him make a move. i swear, this boy won’t be able to stop himself.”

twenty-five minutes later, when you were already done with shower and trying to convince marlene to let you do make up on your own (which didn’t work out and she wanted to do it herself), you were sitting in front of the girl, legs crossed as she did the perfect line on your eyelid, once in a while stealing a glance of your bra.

“think about me if things are shitty with potter, yeah?” her smile made you roll eyes jokingly. “okayy, let’s take a quick pic of the masterpiece and go.” she quickly grabbed the camera from a shelf, snapped a picture of you, and her in the mirror, and left the room shortly after.

you remember the look james gave you, when he finally noticed you came back. he didn’t know if it was just him, but you looked like you could compete with world-level models. seeing you like that caused his heart to do a flip. just when he was about to walk up to you, sirius found his place somewhere next to you, close enough to sent james a signal to back off.

potter instantly assumed that there had to be something between the two of you, mostly by how touchy sirius would become whenever you were around, having his arm thrown around your shoulders or always somehow embracing your waist. and stealing his best friend’s girlfriend was the last thing he ever wanted to do, even if he felt he clicked with you.

as soon as sirius handed you the red cup filled with a liquid you assumed was alcohol, you let yourself forget about the whole thing with james. chugging down the cup as fast as you only could, trying to win the little competition with the black boy.

few hours later, when the entire party began to die down, james was trying to get to his dorm, completely sober, but then he noticed you sitting on the stairs, your knees and palms covered in blood. “shit.” he mumbled under his breath, debating in his mind if he should just walk the other way around or help you, and…

“what… happened?” he sat beside you, his stomach doing few more flips, seeing how your face lightened up at the sound of his voice. “y/n could you talk to me?”

“i fell down the stairs.” you grimaced, head leaned against his shoulder. “one of the seventh years suggested i should go to my own room, but i couldn’t move, ‘cos it hurts.” the grimace was replaced by a pout.

a sigh left his mouth as he picked you up, without saying a word — he believed it’d be easier to help you, and immediately leave than if he’d started a conversation with you. the whole walk to your dorm was silent, none of you hadn’t even let out a whimper until you were seated on your bed, while james tried to take proper care of your scrapped knees.

“are you mad at me?” you whispered softly, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at him. the sadness in your tone made his heart clutch. “why aren’t you speaking then? we hardly even talked today.” you added, when he just shook his head.

“i don’t want to do something, both of us might regret later.” his reply was strange, did he really think you’d regret anything that includes him in any way?

after that, the room remained silent — wordlessly, james handed you clothes that seemed like a good pyjamas material and turned away while you shamelessly changed. “can you stay with me?” you asked, stopping him in his tracks.

“of course.”

he laid down beside you, his eyes focused on the ceiling above. “have you ever thought how would your life looked like if you stayed in england?” the question left his mouth swiftly. “or if you never got back, do you think you’d fall out of touch with sirius?”

“there’s always a possibility that could happen, but i don’t think so, you know.” you answered, shifting on the mattress to see that he was already looking at you. “however, there were times when i thought he would throw away all those years of friendship.”

his curious gaze made you continue. “two years ago, he told me all about his plans with you. that you’d live together, far enough from his parents to not be threatened by them, but close enough to visit your parents every weekend. it sounds funny now, but all those plans — the apartment somewhere in the southern london, traveling and other stuff were exactly what we’d planned before i was forced to leave. that’s the only letter from sirius i didn’t keep. i couldn’t, it was a sign that the friendship wouldn’t last forever, so i burned it.” you shrugged, laying the fluffy blanket on top of your bodies. “i really wanted to hate you for this all those years, you know? but you seemed too fun to do so, coming here just made me more certain.” that was the first time in the whole evening that you’ve heard him laugh, feeling as if his normal self was coming back to you.

“look where we ended up.” the smile on his face was contagious. you beamed, laughing. you were so jealous of james two years earlier, and now you didn’t want him to leave the warm sheets of your bed. his face was getting so close to yours, you let yourself think he wanted to kiss you for a moment. maybe it was just the intoxication? “i don’t know where this might go, so i’m gonna say it know. i want us to stay on friends basis, please.”

and with those words it was your time to turn silent, acting sleepy to make him think you were about to drift off to sleep. “don’t worry, that’s what i wanted too.” you muttered with your eyes closed.

from that moment on, you hardly even spent time with james anymore, always finding an excuse to bail out if someone even suggested that you should hangout with them. the way you two acted was growing suspicious, and who would remus be if he didn’t notice?

“you’re sulking.” lupin retorted, when it was only james and he in their dorm, both pretending to not paying attention to one another. “care to elaborate? it’s been a month since you got so grumpy.”

“you won’t tell sirius?” potter tilted his head to the side, putting away the magazine he was reading and looked directly at his friend, who shook his head. “it’s about y/n.”

“so? you seemed to get along well when she got here.” remus frowned. “i mean-, you’re right, but then there was the party in october and uh, we almost kissed. i wanted to kiss her, but i quite panicked.” the seeker explained, making the werewolf to deepen his frown. “james, i swear to god what have you done?”

but remus already know. marlene had told him a few days after the party that the two lovebirds were drifting away, and prongs was definitely the reason of the sudden change in their dynamics. until now, he was just looking for a chance to speak with him about it.

“i said i wanted to keep it on friends basis, she rarely talks to me ever since.” he sighed, turning down the volume of the radio. “i really wanted to keep talking to her without breaking sirius’ heart if something between us happened.”

“wait.” the frown was now an unchanging part of remus’ face. “why do you think you’d possibly break pads’ heart if you started dating y/n?” lupin shifted on his bed, yet to connect all the dots.

james grimaced at the thought of his response, wasn’t it obvious? “well, it’s against the brocode to steal someone’s girlfriend, isn’t it?” upon hearing that, remus choked on water, confusing his friend even more.

“prongs.” the blonde boy laughed, making his way towards the other boy. “i believe that if you started dating y/n, sirius would be far from heartbroken, and he wouldn’t consider you a girlfriend thief.” another bursts of laughter escaped from between lupin’s lips as he clutched his stomach. “if you’d like to break his heart, you’d have to steal someone else, not a girl he considers a sister.”

all remus regretted that moment was that he left his camera at lily’s, so he was unable to capture the funniest expression on james’ face, he has ever seen. “you should really talk to her, to at least explain yourself.” he squeezed his friend’s knee in reassurance, before james stood up. “i’d look for her in marl’s dorm, if i were you.” he hinted, disappearing behind bathroom’s doors.

you sat on marlene’s bed with dorcas right next to you, her arm thrown around your shoulder as you drunk the wine, she bought specifically for that evening. it happened to be the day, when girls had their weekly girls’ night, so mckinnon thought you should tagged along.

the knocking on the door interrupted lily’s story about remus and hers trip to edinburgh last summer, and the one hot girl she met back then. “hey, is y/n there?” james’ voice rang loudly in the room, giving you shivers. you couldn’t have a day without thinking of him, could you?

marlene flashed you a look, before looking back at him. “i don’t know, do you think she’d like to talk to you?” she crossed arms at her chest, watching the rosing confusion on his face, before you appeared in the view, ruining the whole scary girl gig. “we’ll be right here, love.” she nudged you lightly as you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

“heard you were looking for me…?” you asked, muscles stiff at the thought of being one on one with him. “can we do it quickly? my wine’s bottle is probably emptied by dorcas now.” you chuckled, trying to sound as calm as you only could.

“i don’t want to be friends anymore.” his confession made your heart twitch. the alcohol running in your veins almost made you vulnerable in front of him. the sigh that left your mouth was his signal to realize you misunderstood him. “you really came up here to tell me that?”

it was getting pretty bad, and james knew, there was one thing he could do that wouldn’t mess up what he wanted to tell you. hands flew to your cheeks, cupping them with his palms as leaned in to kiss you. it was definitely unexpected — but you couldn’t resist him, the thing you’ve wanted so bad, finally came true. james’ lips on yours.

he took his time before pulling away, and when he did, you were reminded that there was world beside him. all the misery you were in was long gone, just by seeing the smile on his face. “i’m sorry.” the seeker began, his eyes tracing around your face but not stopping on your eyes once. “i misinterpreted the relationship between you and padfoot, and it got all messy in my head. i thought you two were… you know, a thing.”

a quiet chuckle escaped from between your lips, caressing his cheek gently with a thumb, involuntarily smiling at his vivid embarrassment. “james,” you spoke out softly, amusement still audible in your tone. “hypothetically, if sirius and i were a thing, would i really invite you to spend time in my room, one on one, always suggesting that you should stay overnight? you, my hypothetical boyfriend’s best friend?”

“well, i haven’t thought about it.” he shrugged, smile tugging on his face. “nonetheless, i’m taking you on a date, but don’t tell sirius. i’m sure he��s going to kill me for hitting up on you.” james scoffed, hair getring ruffled by his fingers.

“when did i agree on going on a date with you?” you asked, biting back a smile, at the same time trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “don’t worry, i’ve never told on a cute boy before.”

he opened his mouth to reply, but marlene opened the door and snatched you inside, before you could even react, her action earning a few laughs in response. “excuse me, lover boy, but the time is up!” the blonde laughed, visibly tipsy, and disappeared behind the door.

now, james potter had two things to do — figure out where should he take you out, and how to tell his best friend that he wants to date his childhood best friend.

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pianocat939 · 11 months

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hearing you out on the yan pavitr

YES PLEASE- ok I'm gonna start out this new thing where I separate things for romantic + platonic so people can scroll to different sections. (I'm such a good business person- /j)

I will copy and paste some of the headcanons because they apply both ways. So don't bother reading both unless if you want to because for the most part they're the same (with some light editing)

Tw: hardly any tbh-, delusional softie, uh- and breaking in

Yandere Pavitr Prabhakar

Type: Delusional + Clingy (This is really fucking obv ngl)

Romantic

Listen- He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is you love him back. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you love him.

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you a bouquet of flowers to greet you with when you get up.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't love him he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.

Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.

He is physically affectionate 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for snuggles. Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't.

"Jasmine flower! Look at the stuffie I got you!" *proceeds to hold up giant elephant stuffie*

Platonic

He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is he thinks you wanna be friends with him. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you guys are besties and constantly hang out. (tbh I feel anyone would be friends with him???)

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you your favourite drink or line up for a limited edition product.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't wanna be friends with him, he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection and suggesting hangouts or giving gifts from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not, because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

He is a clinger 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for a hug and to talk about random things (he giggles a lot). Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't. Like Pookie Bear or just cringe names to call your best friend platonically cuz it's funny.

"My rat! Look! I have- WEBS!" *proceeds to shoot webs like it's a discovery even though he's known for six months*

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That's all I got for now-

I still don't like Gwen.

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #spiderman x reader #spiderverse x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #yandere pavitr

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Yo! Can you do Boyfriend Gojo x Y/N

Where Y/N wears a cute outfit to go out with her friends but every guy friend of her compliments and flirts with her n she innocently laughs n talks with them while Gojo just looks at them n becomes jealous n starts to understand the intentions of her guy friends....When they start come more close to y/n Gojo starts to become touchy cuz he didn't want y/n to wear that cute outfit at the first place but y/n loved it too much n insisted to wear it but she didn't seem to understand the intentions of her friends while gojo could understand Everything n starts to Become more n more jealous...n when all her friends n y/n say their good byes Gojo immediately takes her to their room n teaches her.....hehe

Pls Make it NSFW (I think it was obv)

Thx in Advance 🌟 I will be waiting for the response! ;D

Cute Outfit

cover by @blvckryx

paring: Gojo x reader

warning: Smut, Jealous Gojo

Seeing the guy who was standing next to you while you were waiting for your orders looking at you, Satoru's blood boiled.

And when your friend touched your shoulder and watched your look, he thought it would just explode inside him.

If it was your friend (girl) he would look at it normally.

But since this particular friend is a guy, what else can he do, except stare at him with blades in his eyes.

You were wearing a very cute skirt slightly above your knees and matching color knee socks. In addition, your T-shirt, which you fell in love with more practical from the first impression. That's why Satoru bought you this a few days ago. To watch you smile as you walk around the house with it.

Well, he liked it too. And very much. The way these clothes fit on your body. It's just beautiful and charming.

You've never been afraid to wear what you like. What suits you on your body suits you. No one can judge you because someone thinks it doesn't fit.

You like it. This is the most important.

Your boyfriend loved it. And very much.

He didn't want to admit it, but the first time you put it on and walked around the house in front of him, crouching, bending, adjusting, showing him your outfit from all sides, he only had dirty thoughts. You looked so cute in this. He just wanted to come up to you and touch you.

Now how could he watch some other guy come up to you and want to do something that only he could do?

This guy touched your arm! He was looking at your legs!

Only your boyfriend could do that!

Satoru couldn't remember the name of the friend you were talking to now. But he knew he was your friend. You've been friends for several years, and he knows it.

But how can he not know that someone can't look at the girl of another, better man like that?!

Even if there were even more of your friends around, as well as his friends. He couldn't focus on the conversation they were having. He was just looking at you standing casually next to the counter talking to this guy.

First it started when you met this group, your female friends were telling you that you looked good. And he could accept it.

But when another guy said the same thing to you, he just stepped closer and grabbed your waist. Pulling you closer to him. And that's when this guy noticed that he was next to him. That he is your boyfriend.

Then he left, and showed no interest.

But as he left, another appeared.

He complimented you even if the white-haired man was next to you.

And all you could do was laugh nervously and thank him. These are compliments, after all.

All you could do was stand next to Satoru and thank him for the kind words.

But your boyfriend did not miss that everyone took turns looking at your appearance.

As if they wanted to do more than shake your hand to greet you.

Sure, they could hug you. This is the privilege of the closest friends. But if they did, he would break their necks with a smile on his face.

No one but him can say that about his girlfriend.

Only he can say you look so cute and pretty in this.

Only he can look at the whole of you, and fix his gaze on places of your body that no one else can look at.

It's obvious you didn't want to piss him off.

But you insisted that you really wanted to wear your new clothes for the meeting. You insisted and begged him to finally let you.

That's why, out of love for you, he let you wear it. You both loved that cute outfit of yours.

But now that he was sitting in one place on the couch in the cafe, he couldn't focus on the conversation of the friends who were sitting in front of him.

There were two seats next to him. One for you and one for this guy...

Even if his place was here, he can't let this guy sit next to you.

Will his leg touch yours? This is not possible! That can't happen!

Suddenly, the white-haired man got up and walked over to you, pretending to read something on his phone.

He stepped closer and placed a large hand on your back. Thus drawing your attention away from this guy. Who, when he saw such a tall man as Gojo, muscular, fell silent so that he wouldn't accidentally think that he was picking up his girlfriend.

Even though Gojo had noticed it long ago anyway...

And that's why he came to you now.

Even though you had fun with your friends, you had to forgive him. Because he was jealous and pissed at these guys.

I'm jealous of how nice you talk to them. Pissed at them because they thought he wouldn't notice they were looking at you like they shouldn't.

"Sorry, honey. Can we have our coffee on the way? We have to do something important at home." He said with a small smile. He looked very convincing.

"What is it, Toru?" You muttered as he held your hand.

"This is between us. I don't need anyone meddling in OUR affairs." He looked coldly at the boy still standing next to him.

"Is it urgent?" you asked.

"In my opinion, very urgent." answered you.

Your drinks are served on a tray. And you looked at Satoru.

You believed him. Something happened to him. He was acting a little weird.

You walked over to your friends and apologized to them that you had to go now.

Coffee in paper cups with lids sat on the kitchen table while your body was bent in half, your chest against the back of the couch.

As your boyfriend's hips were driven hard into yours.

Almost the whole house was filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin. Your moans filled the room.

Wet noises echoed in your ears as his cock moved in and out of your abused hole.

It was important...

He was jealous.

His pissed off psyche hit his rationality. He was telling you everything he saw during your meeting with friends.

And every time he talked about one of your friends staring at your body, his hips sped up. His stomach hit your buttocks harder.

Your skirt was off your body, your bra was unbuttoned underneath your shirt, but your shirt was still on your body.

Your knee socks were down from the way he moved you.

The material is already slightly soaked with moisture that flows down your thighs, down.

Every time you moved your legs to bend them in a different way or move into a different position, he would adjust you so that your thighs were spread far apart. And your ass sticking out.

Such a position was unbearable for your sensitive places.

He put you in a straight line. That's why with every thrust of his length into you, he went so deep right away. Pushing the mushroom tip into your cervix. Hitting your lower abdomen where it felt like he was hitting your skin from the inside out.

Every time you put your hand on his hand, or even on your lower abdomen, just to feel the merciless thrusts, he would take your hand away and put it on the back of the couch.

You were hot in that shirt .

But to him, you still looked cute in it.

That's why he didn't take it off of you.

And he smiled as he watched your buttocks turn red from the constant pounding on them.

But your pussy was sucking him in anyway.

You took your lesson so well.

A little lesson to teach you that you're his girlfriend, and no one can look at your body the way he does.

He leaned down, biting into your neck and sucking. Leaving a red mark.

Which is the same thing that was on your thighs. Assuring you won't be wearing that skirt for a long time. Especially not in a public place.

He made sure there were bite marks and red marks all over your legs.

As soon as his fingers found your clit, he started pinching and rubbing you there. Sending you overseas. And shoving his cock so deep into you gave you an orgasm that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. And with a loud moan, you drenched his muscular belly and thighs with your juices.

Your legs became like jelly, and it allowed him to widen your thighs more. He pushed his penis a few millimeters deeper, lifting your ass so that his balls were laid on your clitoris.

By the time your breathing was completely back to normal, it started pounding on your hips again. Wet clapping surrounded your ears.

"Fuck... You're so cute... So fucking... Cute... That pussy... Fuck!" he groaned as he stretched out and replaced your soft tight walls with his hand.

Turning you around, he pushed you with one hand onto the couch, and watching you lay on your back in front of him, face red, covered in saliva and small tears, he jerking, using your orgasm leak as a slip.

He climbed onto your belly, placing one leg on your other side while keeping the other leg on the floor. A hand fell under your shoulder. His hips jerked out, digging into his fist. Your mouth started to salivate at the sight of the red tip, which is most likely quivering and just waiting to shoot cum.

A moment later, a strong white stream suddenly shot out of its small crevice towards you.

Some of the first stream landed on your neck and cheek. The rest spilled onto your belly and chest. Covering your lovely t-shirt with a hot, sticky liquid.

It won't wash off that easily, will it??

"You look even more adorable now." He laughed breathlessly as he squeezed his fingers on the base of it, pushing the last drops onto your slightly exposed belly. "You can walk around me more often in such a cute outfit."

#jjk #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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abiiors · 5 months

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what do you think ross is like when you’re sleeping together for the very first time? i picture him gentle patient and very sweet

mdni obv

i think it depends on what the context is.

if it's a one night stand or if the attraction he feels for you is purely sexual, it's much rougher and kinkier and definitely more into the hot and heavy territory.

it's a tiny little unknown pub where you first meet. well, meet is not the word for it. he's with friends and so are you. both groups are rowdy and drunk and having the absolute best time on a friday night. drunkenly you reach for the same pool table, about to grab the same cue when one of your friends bumps into you and you bump into him. there's a chorus of sorrys from you until you look at him--the man you'd eyed earlier in the night from the other side of the bar, pouting slightly that he was way too busy with his friends to look around at other people. but he looks at you now and you're suddenly well aware of his hand on your waist that kept you from falling down.

"alright there?"

you nod. his voice is even better than you imagined. and you offer him the cue. "here, it's yours."

he shakes his head and it's interesting how he still hasn't taken his hand off your waist. "i'm sure you reached for it first."

"did i?" it's rather nice that your voice comes out confident and sultry which is barely how you feel on the inside because holy shit! this man is hot.

"a compromise then," you step away and hold the cue up. "play against me..."

"ross," he supplies.

you smile, then introduce yourself.

"play against me, ross."

"and if i said yes? what does the winner get?" he's cheeky. you like that about him instantly.

"whatever the winner wants."

an hour later, as you stumble into the dirty pub bathroom, his tongue electric on your neck and his hands exploring every inch of skin he can, it's pretty evident what the winner's wanted all along.

the slight buzz in your head throws all thoughts of hygiene out the window--all you care about is being bent over this sink; right here, right now.

"need you to fuck me, ross," you moan and feel him smirk against your skin.

"gonna ruin that pretty little cunt."

his words are brazen and vulgar. another thing you like about him. most importantly, they're brazen and vulgar words that he keeps as you'd come to find out minutes later while you grip onto the sink for dear life and his cock split you open.

his hips slamming onto your ass, cold marble biting into your skin, a bathroom full of obscene, wet sounds. it's a heady mix that goes to your head, more than any shot or cocktail or pint ever could.

you swear you can feel him deep inside you, rearranging your guts with every thrust (and rearranging your brain chemistry with every "good girl", "fuck you are so perfect" and "so fucking pretty")

his other hand keeps rubbing your clit in that way that makes you gasp and moan and makes your head spin until you can barely even see straight.

anyway... it's a lovely night turned into an unforgettable one.

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on the other hand though, if ross is genuinely into you and has feelings for you, he's so much gentler. there's time for kinky, rough sex later, first, he needs to relish the experience of being with you for the first time. it can't just be a five minute quickie... it needs to be good. it needs to be unforgettable.

not like you have complaints, you think being with him in any capacity would be unforgettable. still the night you choose to spend over, he's made dinner entirely by himself and opened a fancy bottle of wine. there's amazing dessert--your favourite chocolate cake from your favourite bakery.

the whole evening is so good that you can't help but give him a sweet little thank you kiss before he's even had the chance to clear the plates away. it's not really a surprise when he deepens the kiss and groans into your mouth. it's not a surprise when you palm him through his jeans and find him hard and ready.

"fuck baby," he moans softly, "could spread you open right here on this dining table."

"then do it."

the glint in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine and heat pooling in your stomach.

"don't want our first time to be in a proper bed?" he laughs but his hands are already under your top, caressing the underside of your boob and intensifying all the flutters in your stomach.

"i didn't say that. think of this as an... appetiser."

and ross couldn't be happier with the idea because moments later you find yourself picked up and laid on the dining table. he looks at you for permission and instantly unbuckles your jeans when you nod. it's almost endearing to see how he suddenly looks shy, how his movements (that were so confident and self-assured before) now have a hint of nervousness in them.

and so you lift your hips up and help him take your jeans off.

"you are so beautiful," he smiles. a genuine, tender smile that melts your heart even when you're about to get eaten out in the middle of his kitchen.

"stop making me blush."

"would you like me to make you scream instead?" he winks.

and then that's exactly what he does <3

#blurb requests #the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald smut #the 1975 smut #minors do not interact #ross macdonald blurb #♡: ross blurbs #✉

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scribbledghost · 8 days

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hi hi hi!! i just found your blog and have been binging your simon blurbs they’re so good TT ~ i was wondering if you’d ever considered writing platonic!simon ?? like maybe where reader is his younger sister or something (non canon obv but maybe she survived and he didn’t know until later in life??) i feel like it could be super angsty + a little fluff

I'm down to write any sort of Simon tbh! This is a very interesting prompt, and I think it can really give a glimpse into his character, so thank you for sending it in!

I think, at first, he's in denial. Heavily. Everyone else was dead, he had no reason to think you weren't, too. He'd operated under this assumption for years, even when he'd watched from afar as a group buried an empty casket next to the others. He hadn't found you in the massacre, and he hadn't found you at Roba's compound later. Surely those were the only two places you'd be, right? And no one - not the former squadmates who betrayed him, not Roba, not the brass - ever said a word about you being taken somewhere. You were dead, just like the rest. That's the only explanation that made sense. Even in his personnel file, among the list of other names of his former next-of-kin with a "deceased" stamp next to them, your name had a "missing, presumed dead" designation.

But still, part of him never stopped looking. Part of him still kept an eye out whenever he went anywhere, looking for you.

It was a futile endeavor, until one day... it wasn't.

"...Simon?"

He turns so quickly he develops a crick in his neck later, wild eyes immediately finding yours. He'd been out with the 141 in some dive bar somewhere, buried in between city streets and burnt out neon lights. The rest of the squad quiets, silently watching whatever this is unfold.

No. No no no no no. You were dead. You'd been dead for years. It's why he hadn't spent every waking moment looking for you. The person standing in front of him can't be you.

Except it is.

He stares, wide-eyed and barely breathing. You look different. Of course you do. But he never forgot those eyes of yours.

"Is it really you?"

He could ask the same thing. In fact, he does. He softly says your name, followed by a quiet "thought you were dead".

"Thought you were, too."

Right. Sometimes Simon forgets that technically, he's legally dead.

The dam breaks quickly, and Simon isn't sure who moves first between the two of you. You shed some tears, he holds you tighter than he's ever held onto anything in his life. He apologizes for not looking for you, for not doing more to reunite the two of you sooner, but you shut him down. You'd gone into hiding as best as you could after everyone died, never knowing that the men who did it were swiftly dealt with by your older brother. He had nothing to apologize for. And still, he keeps doing so.

Simon fills in the 141 on who you are - his baby sister, the last remaining member of his entire family. Price immediately mentions giving him some leave time in order to "catch up", which Simon takes. Gaz cracks a joke about how you can't be related to Simon - you're way too pretty (Simon is quick to remind the Sargent that he's never even seen his face). Soap, meanwhile, is grilling you about what his LT was like as a scrappy kid, no doubt to find ammo to use later to heckle him about.

#simon ghost riley #not gonna tag this as x reader cause it's. platonic yknow?#ghost scribbles

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beautyconsumer · 2 months

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so i realized writing a fic in which unpacked trauma is dealt with and is planned to have characterizations closer to canon is gonna be heavy as duck,

so now i gotta write some humor/fluff to balance it, it still gonna have drama because that's how I am so-

Please help me decide what to write alongside the body swap fic

More info on each promt in the cut

The Robins and Bees Talk. Batfam alpha/beta/omega dynamics fluff but with a tint of gender analysis in the form of abo verse, protective batfamily (especially Dick) and jaygrant being horney af

Of Paws and Claws. Fluff, so much fluff and Good Dad Bruce Wayne, pack dynamics and Wilson's drama

Heartbeat Song. Fluff and awkward teeneagers being in love, familiy drama. Self discovery, featuring team cheerleader captain Dick Grayson, theater kid-book nerd Jason. internalized homophobia on Grant's part and so much teeneage awkwardness oh my God. Grant bullies everyone but Jason type of dynamic

Egoist. Jason and Dick teaming up with a recently reconciled Grant and Slade but when they meet Dick and Slade feel tension between Jason and Grant.

At this point Jason and Grant are bitter exes who broke up because Grant fucked up but both still love each other so very much. Slade and Dick are hilariously unaware of this and just think they can't stand each other. In this one Slade actually tries.

Iridiscent tears Mermaid au where Bruce adopts his mer kids. Being a hybrid himself from Martha's side.

Has a heartbreak over Jason leaving (cause Bruce Wayne has abandonment issues). Jason’s species' instincts makes him want to leave for years to mature (a la Jason’s death) Arthur in the one who tells him this.

I'm planning on including Atlantis lore in this one along Gotham type of vibes for the mer lore of the robins. Jason comes back home with a partner, and yes you guessed it, it's Grant. I'd play with a lot of merfolk culture and biology (no mpreg tho lol) but I do plan on giving Jason and Grant kids in this one

Like a bat out of hell 5 times in where Bruce meets his son's boyfriend, he hates him until he doesn't. Comedy, drama and obvs JayGrant

Same Kind of Eyes. In which Grant thinks he's cheating on his very hot and very rich boyfriend Jayce Wayne with the hot, tall, dark and handsome Red Hood. Jason thinks Grant is role playing.

#batfam #dc #batman #jason todd #dc comics #bruce wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #grant wilson #grant wilson dc #jaygrant #fic promts #fic ideas #if any of these spark an idea in you and want to write it please do but tag me so i can read it

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zmediaoutlet · 1 year

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What's your opinion on the fandom rhetoric about how Sam lacks bodily autonomy but Dean has it? I personally think it's weird that it's such a widespread idea when it's just blatantly untrue. A big theme for Dean's character is that his body is seen as a weapon or tool for others to use, so it's strange that people claim that he has full bodily autonomy.

(...okay, that the gif is by 'unfuckablebogtroll' is somehow very fitting.)

I think my main opinion of the fandom rhetoric is that there are a lot of batshit bitter sam girls who screech that dean is a meanie meanerton who doesn't respect sammy's presh 'tonomy and there are a lot of batshit extreme dean girls who wail about how sam is a meanie meanerton who, idk, waterboards dean in his spare time or whatever they're complaining about this week (I've unfollowed as many as I can of both camps), so for the most part both groups can be completely flushed down into the sewers of 'jesus christ, do you guys ever actually watch the show rather than circlejerk the same four arguments about it? ...no? oh. well, at least you're honest.'

So, with that said.

Yeah, obviously Dean lacks autonomy. But there's a difference between autonomy and agency, and I'm not going to pretend to have a super solid grasp on either (since a lot of philosophical debate [especially by fangirls] makes me want to jump into the aforementioned sewer just not to hear it anymore), but I can at least kind of make a stab, since you asked.

At least in the way I understand it (do you see all the caveats), bodily autonomy is literally getting to decide what happens to your body, including where it goes and who's inside it and what's done with it, and agency is general decision-making of like the brain sort -- what decisions will I make, who will I be, and so on. Both Sam and Dean are assailed on both fronts alllllll the time. Fandom folks tend to exaggerate those assaults on their preferred brother (because, for some reason, egregious victimhood is the only way you get to be a cool character?? what is that about.), but as with a lot of things in CW's Supernatural, the actual facts are a lot more balanced than fandom weirdos will admit.

Sure, Sam's got a bunch of autonomy assaults. Torture, possession, etc. Most of the time, though, I see his agency as pretty intact. He may not necessarily want to do some of the things he does (childhood hunting comes in here), but he chooses to do them. Is he manipulated sometimes? Sure. Lied to? Obv. But there's an essential steel pillar at the center of Sam and whether they're good choices or whether they're bad choices, he is the one who makes them, and he lives with those consequences. This is part of why the s9 thing with Gadreel is troubling: yeah, it's about bodily autonomy on one (more boring) level, but the much bigger problem is that Dean overrode his agency -- part of why I tend to believe that Sam's biggest objection is that Dean lied and then couldn't apologize for it, when Sam's agency is the most precious thing he owns. Now, he's a smart guy, and there are times his agency does take a blow because of some canon circumstance -- he doesn't want to do X but the world will end if Y, so X it is -- but for the most part Sam's solid and he can live with what he has to do. Though he won't pointlessly die of blue balls about it. What a silly stand on agency that would be.

Dean, meanwhile, doesn't actually have his bodily autonomy violated too much. By which I mean: of course, Dean-as-object is one of my favorite tags, of COURSE he's used as a meatsack and a weapon and a fuckdoll and all those lovely things. But he's very rarely literally possessed; he's holding the blade or the gun or what-have-you. That said, his agency is in the fuckin' gutter, haha, and that's more often what I mean by Dean-as-object. From childhood he's fully expecting to be told what to do, to be used as a pawn, to be used in other ways, to take on someone else's responsibility and make it his own and subsume his actual desires and wants for the good of... whoever. Usually John, but not always. This is something Sam doesn't really... do, that often. Sam might hate that he's making a choice but he does seem to understand that he is the one making it, whereas on Dean's part it so often feels like the choice is automatic -- of course he'll do what John says, of course he'll sell his soul, of course he'll... kiss some lady so the Qareen chases him instead. Now, are all those things tied to autonomy, too? Of course. But with Dean I feel like it's a bigger issue that his agency has been taken out at the knees ever since he was ~5 years old -- the autonomy problem is very much secondary.

Agency and autonomy are tied together and assaults on both happen relatively equally to both characters. What matters more is their attitudes about it, and their natures (whether they're essential or if they've been nurtured into acting a particular way). And, of course, there are different times in canon where these tendencies shift or even flip, e.g. in late s8 where Sam's certainty wobbles, or in s10 where Dean's autonomy w/r/t the Mark of Cain is really dicey.

Violated vs violable, victimized vs victim. A ton of it is in the eye of the beholder and OBVIOUSLY fandom will just sail off in its own directions any ol' way, depending on what shipping mood someone is in, how much projection is going on, what the phase of the moon is, etc. But generally speaking I find that Sam has a lot of agency in his life but often his autonomy is imperilled; Dean has a lot of autonomy but his agency is practically nil. At least for a while. What's nice is that Sam does have agency and he uses that agency to choose his own path in life, decide what he wants, and what he wants is -- a life with Dean. Dean maybe never really had a choice in the matter, but so what? He can stay in his bunker, and fight the monsters he needs to fight, and -- lucky for him, there's a strong hand covering his left side. What more could a cat ask for.

#answers #spn meta #i imagine people will hate on this but fuck it #people who don't respect sam's agency: miss me #or whatever it is the kids say #people who think dean can make up his own mind: lol #where were you when uhh all of the backstory happened #now obv it's all very nuanced and complicated but like #why are you doing the trauma olympics #it all sucks. they choose to deal with it and live.#hallelujah

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decepti-thots · 1 year

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Prowl for the ask meme? (Obvs)

one aspect about them i love: The thing about Prowl is that I mostly love writing him. I didn't really develop a reputation as The Prowl Person until I accidentally discovered he is the most fun to write. So: what do I love writing about him. I really enjoy the fact that Prowl is someone who simultaneously isolates himself and wants people to still have connections with him, and the friction that comes out of it. The thing that stands out to me most is how genuinely devastated he is when he realises, in exRiD, that Bumblebee could not tell when he wasn't himself- that realisation that he has pushed everyone away so effectively that he has become alien to them. I think of Prowl as someone who has spent a very, very long time breaking himself down to force himself into a new shape, and that jarring realisation that he has succeeded so well he is no longer recognisable as the person he thought he was- that no core of him necessarily remains that people can still see underneath- is fascinating to me. The same when Optimus talks about how Prowl has a long list of people he feels have betrayed him, too. He wants to be free of attachments but when those people leave, he feels it as a loss, because on some level he still wants that. It's such a mess. And that it's a self-directed and unasked for self destruction makes it more interesting.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: Prowl is not telling the truth about himself. He is not someone who makes decisions fully logically and divorced from his emotions. He is not a Shockwave; I've said it before, but a lot of what he does makes more sense if you understand him as a very strange kind of sentimental, even. And frankly, he's not even the smartest person in the room half the time. (Not with some of the rooms he's in; I mean, he is smart, but he's also still often overestimating himself in relation to others.) Prowl is unreliable as a judge of himself, and anyone who takes him at face value just because he also lies in his own head is wrong to do so. When he claims he did what needed to be done and which noone else is willing to do, that is not a claim that should be accepted at face value!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: Prowl did not like his pre-war job as a cop. Oh, he liked parts of it. But mostly he felt it was an obligation and that you should perform your obligations regardless of if you like them or not. He liked finding patterns in things, and doing forensics, and being meticulous about the more abstract parts of his work, and he hated all the parts where it intersected with colleagues and people and politics and the rest; he would have been a good scientist, probably, in another life. He overcompensated for this by being very vicious about people like Whirl who tried to actually leave and go find something better. He's here still forcing himself to do this thing he doesn't want to, they should all put up with it too. For the "greater good". (His idea of what counts as doing 'good' being uhhh. Untrustworthy, here.) He did, however, once take that exam for potential alt mode exemption, without telling anyone. He failed it.

one character i love seeing them interact with: I love his and Arcee's relationship in exRiD. They are such fascinating foils. Arcee is many things, but she is self aware. She's got a limited sense of her own identity, but what she has she knows about herself. And then there's Prowl, who has increasingly lost any sense of who the fuck he even is anymore. Arcee refuses to let him obfuscate; she does the dirty work and makes him acknowledge that's what it is. And then she's the one who does notice he's not himself! Immediately! Prowl is so uncomfortable around her, and refuses to let her in, and it's probably one of the stupidest things he does. Because she's the only person in a position to help him climb out of the hole he's dug himself into, since she herself has had to figure out how the hell you come back from the sort of life that is pretty much impossible to just apologise for.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: god I would have killed for more Prowl-Kup interactions. I wish we knew more about that relationship. The whole thing of what Prowl did to him with the mind control is so... like. It's so much. Just a whole lot. What would a conversation after that even have LOOKED like. And then at the same time, they have that connection in the form of Prowl giving him Springer, which clearly meant so much to Kup. You have the fact Prowl winds up going through something very similar to what he put Kup through and being completely fucked up by it. I wish there'd been a place for just like. One conversation on neutral ground after... everything. I wanna see if there's anything salvagable or if it's just horrible bitterness all the way down. Why the FUCK did they kill Kup off in a crossover again. >:(

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: Prowl finds Verity on Earth post-Unicron and they have a talk about what happened to Springer. Enough time has passed that she's willing to meet with him, and also he managed to rally his common sense for five seconds for once and did ask first, like someone with manners. It's not a very pleasant conversation for him, honestly, but it does mean that he finally finds out just what happened, not just to Springer but to Tarantulas and Impactor as well.

#ask meme

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unclefathersantateddy · 3 months

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what are your thoughts on teddy's relationship with his family and how they were abusive? what about his younger sister?? and his relationship with his ex wife where he was also abused by her 🤔 how do you think these affected his personality and relationships. sorry this is an English essay ass prompt but im genuinely curious lmao i love analyzing family history (obvs)

Light coming in with the big gun from the get-go!!! Hahaha thank you for a great question!!!

So from what we know about Teddy's mom, she's a bit of a Wild Card™. Likes to do what she wants, when she wants, isn't exactly your traditional grandma.

But given the majority of people become docile with age (rather than more adventurous), it stands to reason /why/ she waited until retirement to do all the things she enjoyed? Could that be why her and Teddy's dad always used to argue?

Teddy's age places his parents as either dating or hooking up around the 70s/80s. Assuming they've never left the US, this wasn't exactly a pinnacle time for women's rights.

So we have an oppressive timestamp, a turbulent relationship, and then an extinction burst (Teddy's mom doing ALL her interests in retirement) post-breakup.

These factors together connote that teddy's father may have been restrictive/disapproving of teddy's mother's interests, hobbies, passions - or may be indicative of teddy's father's disdain/nonchalance towards his wife in general. (I'm assuming they were married because 'merica). Which would be an apt representation of Boomer relationships, the whole "can't live with them, can't live without them" (totally healthy /s).

But on the flipside to a potentially controlling father, his mom IS a wild card lol. If she's still up to mad shit in retirement, WHAT was she into in her prime?? Was she Fully Unhinged™? Given her, "muchness" (for lack of better words), it stands to reason it may transfer as "feisty" or "fiery" during arguments with teddy's dad, so whilst his dad may have been authoritarian, his mom may have been inflammatory and antagonistic.

As for his sister GIVE HER SOME GD SCREEN TIME!!!!!!! WHO ARE DANA AND DAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanna see if she's exactly like Teddy or if she's his antithesis, are they both so interested in learning about the lives of every stranger they meet? That's beautiful bro. I hope so. I both want her to be an almost identical twin to teddy, and to look exactly like her bf Dan (like the Van Houtens in the Simpsons). I think I want Dana to have the spunkiness that teddy lacks. I love the "anxious older sibling, feral younger sibling" dynamics, like what Tina and Louise have. I want an episode where Teddy's in therapy talking to Dr Marjorie about his childhood whilst Dana's out back wrestling a bar fly for his teeth or smn. Same trauma but dealt with in VERY different ways. I need it!!!!!!!!! I deserve this!!!!!!!!! LOL.

Moving onto Denise, FUCK Denise. Fuck any single individual that makes you feel like you have to change your core sense of self in order to feel accepted and/or loved. You KNOW she's that slimy level of manipulative that easily gets her own way in every situation. The type that rarely gets called up but if you call them up everyone else around will take their side. The GOOD manipulators. Real piece of shit types. The type to push you so far into a corner you come out crazy. So crazy noone believes you and they all side with the charismatic one. (These people boil my soul into an angry black jus, I become one of the 4 biles). IIRC we don't even get a full line from her, I'm pretty sure she only says "teddy?" (But please correct me if that's false), but that's still enough to solidify her as a shithouse in my mind. Questioning his name like don't pretend you don't know or recognise him you shitcunt, he gave you so much of his life. Eat a dick.

As negative as all these experiences are, I do think they shaped teddy for the better! I mean, he is a lil anxious and awkward and doesn't have the best self-esteem/confidence. BUT, he's incredibly emotionally intelligent for an old white guy. He's SO full of love, for EVERYONE. Every single person he comes across or meets (as exampled by S12E4 Driving Big Dummy), he fundamentally enjoys experiencing. They're not just people to chat to, they are experiences to be had. They are characters you've never heard of to stories you've never read. His approach to people is polar opposite to how most of us perceive other people, most of us are like Bob, he doesn't /hate/ people, but he doesn't /like/ them either. Teddy DOES like other people, he REALLY likes other people, he put the work into his trauma so it didn't taint the rest of him. I'm not gonna speak on behalf of everyone with PTSD but I know for a lot of us we fester on our trauma and victimise ourselves, often resulting in self- alienation and isolation, teddy shows no sign of that. S8E5 Thanks-Hoarding picks up on teddy being a handyman so he can "fix" his parents relationship (simplifying), but it doesn't address the fact he is CONSTANTLY putting himself out there. Handymen are a word-of-mouth trade, to be a successful handyman you HAVE to put yourself out there. To meet new people is to be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable with PTSD is like a rabbit exposing its belly to an owl yknow? Throughout the entire show we see teddy consistently putting the work in. Into every part of his life, he's making the effort to improve his life. I know healthcare in the US is a privilege that only the capitalists can afford, but it is so refreshing to see an American go to therapy instead of just complaining about how much they need therapy lol (no judgment, again I appreciate it's a nigh impossible situation to escape).

Thank you for the incredibly stimulating question, light!! (Sorry if I didn't answer all the questions fully! Will edit or update later!🤍)

#bobs burgers #bob's burgers #teddy the handyman #uncle father santa teddy #bobs burgers headcanons #burger headcanons #burger analysis

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jxngh · 11 months

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request : 32 “if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs.”

89 “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please.”

pairing : jimin x reader

genre : smut obv.

note : it's been in my drafts for suchhhh a long time and seeing you guys still interacting w my blog made me wanna post 🥺 nd don't forget to do the poll pls (it's at the end)

these moments were rare.

having a world-star boyfriend, you are used to see people - millions of them - admire your boyfriend, all the compliments, the way they try to be close, wishing they were you.

but now, being the star of your closest friend's wedding - that's how jimin felt -, cause in your mind you weren't really the star, maybe till the bride comes.

he was standing with his friends, talking about anything and everything while his eyes were following every move of your precious body does. he tried, god knows, he tried to focus on people's words but, no.

he looked around of him, the beautifully designed place, a glass ceiling where people could see both nature and sky, pretty candles on every table, well dressed humans, then he looked the middle of all place.

you were there.

standing with a mini saten dress, silver heels with straps, a designed silver bracelet your boyfriend gifted.

he took a deep breath, almost a dreamy sigh. all he could see was you, and when he was not looking at you he was thinking about something reminding of you.

he was basically looking at his glass of wine, trying really hard to not eat you with his eyes, and finding himself thinking that you were wearing the same color. wine. red wine. it's my favorite, he thought.

' who am i lying to? she's my favorite, that makes the colors prettier somehow ', his inner voice said.

it wasn't helping him that you were on the charge of welcoming people. you knew almost everyone in bride's life. you stood on the front door first, then started to walk around and ask people how they're doing and stuff. that was when the compliments got out of control.

you were handling it fine at the beginning, loving the attention, bowing your head down and thanking. but hearing too much of them - ' bride shouldn't let you in, you're basically glowing ' ' everybody's looking at you, it's impossible to not look tbh' ' didn't see any woman carrying the red this well.. and more - you really were blushing and trying to laugh it off.

and even though jimin couldn't hear those from the place he's been watching you, he could see. see the mini dress fitting your body so perfectly, showing every curve that he knows like a map and all the imperfections he loves. see the glittery make-up of yours, dark shade of lips, the way you walk, the way you get shy and play with your hair..

he drank and filled his glass again.

' she looks so fucking good in that dress, can't wait to take it off of her, then have my tongue on every inch of her precious skin, move my hands all through her body, taste her, ruin her pretty make-up. kiss her all night like crazy.. make her cry for more underneath me. ' his inner voice whispered to him.

he needed to be close to you. and a voice cut his trance.

" jimin? you there? " taehyung asked looking at his best friend with a sheepish grin.

jimin looked at him and understood that he was staring at you for a long time now. so he quckly said " i'm going to my girlfriend, missed her. " and left the brunet on the table.

as jimin walks closer to you, you were talking to a young man which look alike the groom, jimin noticed.

and heard the guy saying " you look gorgeous today and you won't believe how many people asked me if you're single.. " and you laughed.

" no- "

jimin's hand found your waist in a most gentle way without thinking. you looked at him feeling better after his sudden touch.

" hi, i'm jimin. the boyfriend. " he said and he gave the eye smile. a little overprotectiveness on his tone. then the two met and the guy didn't stay long saying that he needs to check the groom.

" ah.. did you really had to look this good jagi? " he said lowering his voice on purpose and whispered to your ear after tucking your hair behind your ear slowly.

you felt tingles.

" it's a wedding chim, everyone has to. " you replied, fixing his tie and fighting the urge of kissing him right there.

" hmm.. " he said looking at your lips. " but you're the star today. "

the tone got you melting inside again.

" what's with the tone? are you trying to make me blush, park? " you replied, heart beating faster but in a stable voice. he didn't need to see you melt.

and before he could open his mouth and gave you a proper answer, you heard taehyung giving a small speech, then saying that he'll be singing couple of songs for the lovely couple because bride asked him to..

so you two stopped standing in the middle and you intertwined your fingers with his, took him to a table. his hand was placed on your waist the whole song. he hummed most of the song, then decided to give you a back hug. so he did, sang the song to your ear while placing his hands on your hips, slowly swinging you both.

feeling his breath on your neck shouldn't make you feel this hot. the tone of his voice shouldn't make you blush like this, the way he makes you dance shouldn't make you feel dizzy on the knees, but they did.

" jagi.. " he said slowly at the end of the song, “ if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs. ”

he left a small kiss to your shoulder, you were sure it all looked innocent. this was his plan from the beginning. and you were positive that your thin underwear was getting wetter.

then he standed next to you, joined the conversation like he wasn't the one who said all of these.. then turned to you.

" babe? can't we go see around? i'm really curious about the view plus we're inside for hours, need some fresh air. " he held your hand and asked like such gentleman. and you played along.

you let him take you into the woods, find a place for only just you two. pushed your back to a tree, started to kiss your chest to neck.

" the things you do to me.. " he talked to your skin, held your thigh and made your leg hug his body while his mouth finds yours, not too slow, not too fast, definitely intense and making your little sounds mix kinda kiss.

his hand moved under your dress, sliding your underwear quickly.

" we can't, they'll get suspicious.. not now baby. " you said noticing your voice getting weaker with every word. what a lie, you wanted him to continue.

" this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please." he palmed your pussy. " so stop acting and spread those pretty legs for me a little, doll. " he said sending tingles to your body.

you couldn't say a word back, already giving in, opening your legs.

" yes, my pretty doll.. " " now open that cherry lips.." he said pushing two fingers in your mouth. " suck. "

you did, swirled your tongue around it while locking eyes with him.

" shit, you're making me mad baby. " he said lowering his fingers and starting to toy your clit. and his lips found it's place on your neck.

his fingers were everywhere but inside of you. and you couldn't help but push your hips to his hand.

" tsk, it's mine baby, i get to decide what i'll give to you. "

then slapped your cunt. you moaned. he did it again saying " right doll?" then again.. now you were about to cry. he left a small kiss to your lips and sent his two fingers in.

" you're clenching too hard huh? will you come to my fingers? make a mess? " and you did, shakingly.

#bts smut #jimin smut #jimin imagine #park jimin #bts drabble #bts writing #smut drabble #park jimin smut #Spotify

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sleepy0s · 6 months

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The first part of this is quote-less, and just how they first met. Then i'll add the quotes in :)

(IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS PLEASE READ!)

**Sun Deity Grian**

- He is the deity of the sun (Obv)

- Gold/light brown, shortish fluffy hair

- slightly tanned skin full of freckles

- amber/gold-ish eyes

- He's got pretty white wings

- Gives off that ‘warm/happy’ feeling most of the time

**Voidwalker Xisuma**

- Cant breath overworld air

- Has an ‘X’ shaped scar above his nose

- Dark, almost black hair - not long, but not short

- Dark eyes with a purplish tint

- Pale-ish skin

- Long black, devil-ish tail with a tuft of ‘void’ on the end. (LIke fur?)

- Small stubby horns on his head

(And, this is like.. Sun Deity Grian was being held captive by the Watchers due to the power he gives off- he's basically a living solar battery. And then they kidnapped Voidwalker XIsuma and threw them in the same cage and yeah

Grian is younger than Xisuma and so hes very protective of Grian.)

(Ill put the translations to the galactic in the inbetween parts)

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Xisuma stumbled as he was shoved into a cell, his tail swishing in and out of existence, they had taken his helmet, comm and any weapons he may have had access to. He was also pretty sure there was blood trickling down his face.

“⍑-⍑ᒷꖎꖎ𝙹..? ∴⍑𝙹 ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?” A voice, he looked around, trying to find who spoke. Eventually he found the figure of a small.. Avian? They had dirty white wings, and hair that covered their face.

“Pardon.?”

“↸𝙹- ↸𝙹 ||𝙹⚍ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ᓭ!¡ᒷᔑꖌ gᔑꖎᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᓵ?” Xisuma sighed, unable to understand the language this person was speaking.

“Do you speak English..?” The boy hesitated, as if thinking about his words.

"╎- i uhm, ╎ ᓵᔑリ speak english. リ𝙹ℸ ̣ very ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍⊣⍑ sorry" He coughed, before speaking again, “I speak English.” The boy took a step forwards, his hair moved out of his face to reveal a face full of freckles and the occasional bruise. He stuck his hand out towards Xisuma.

“My name is Grian..”

Xisuma took his hand, shaking it softly, “It's nice to meet you Grian, im Xisuma.”

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1. Hello? Who are you?

2. Do- Do you not speak Galactic?

3. I- I uhm, I can speak english. Not very good though sorry

(LET THE QUOTES BEGIN)

Voidwalker Xisuma: Where are your parents?

Sun deity grian: What are parents?

Voidwalker Xisuma: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

~~~

They were sat on the floor, in the middle of their little cell, Grian was sat in front of Xisuma, his wings splayed out as Xisuma preened his wings. They had a nice conversation going on and Grian was keeping them warm.

“Suma, do you have any family?” The question was random, but understandable. If they were to be stuck together it made sense for him to want to know about him.

“Uhm, yeah. I live on a server with my brother, and our parents live in the end. What about you, Grian? Any family?”

Grian paused, thinking about his response. “I've got my twin sister Pearl.?”

“That's lovely, what about your parents?”

He didn't respond for a bit, which worried Xisuma slightly. He was about to speak, when Grian responded. “Xisuma..? What are parents?”

“That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.”

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Watcher: Where’s Grian?

Voidwalker Xisuma: Around.

Watcher: Around?

Watcher: You don’t have any idea, do you?

Sun deity grian, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Watcher POV

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There was always a watcher standing guard at the door, and twice a day they entered the cell. For breakfast, and for dinner. - It used to be only The Sun getting two meals, something about ‘keeping the power source alive’ but The Sun refused to eat unless the Voidwalker was given two meals as well.

The watcher entered the room, two plates of ‘food’ in its hands. It paused as it realised there was only one being in the cell, which was the voidwalker. It looked around the cell, hoping the other one was just hiding in a corner, eventually the watcher placed down the food and walked over to the voidwalker.

"∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭ⚍リ?" It sighed, looking at the blank look on the voidwalkers face, “Where is the sun gone?” The voidwalker looked confused for a second.

“The sun.? oh. You mean Grian? He's around.” The voidwalker shrugged, not seeming to be concerned.

“Around..?” The watcher was confused, “You don't know where the Sun is, do you?” He cant have gone far, the cell was supposed to be indestructible.

A tile fell from the roof, and a cheerful figure popped their head down, his smile wide even as he looked at the watcher, “Did you guys know there’s a space above the ceiling?”

"ᓭ⚍リ. ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ↸𝙹∴リ."

"⎓╎リᒷ."

~~~

1. Where is the sun?

2. Sun. Get down.

3. Fine.

Sun deity Grian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

Watcher: Those are bones, Sun.

Sun deity Grian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

This one is before xisuma arrived

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Grian had only been in this place for a few weeks, his hopes were still high although he was extremely bored. And his wings were hurting. And he didn't like the dark. And- and. Well. It sucked.

He was currently walking back and forth the cell, a watcher stood at the top, a tray of food in its hands, it seemed to be examining his movements.

“Wow, I keep stepping on a lot of Crunchy twigs, don't i?” The noise of snapping and crunches could he heard beneath Grians feet.

“T⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ʖ𝙹リᒷᓭ, s⚍リ.” The watcher spoke with no emotion, watching as Grian immediately snapped his head upwards, refusing to look down.

“Not if I never look down!”

~~~

1. Those are bones, sun.

(I loved writing this idea, will probably write more of sun deity grian and voidwalker xisuma)

#grian #pearlescentmoon #xisuma #sleepy0s #avian grian #sun deity grian #voidwalker #watchers

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petersbaby · 1 year

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WOOO here I am

Harder - Billy hargrove x reader

Warnings: fuck. Uh. smut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, pain play (?), hitting but not in a domestic violence way, consensual obv, use of “daddy” a couple of times. Pure filth

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“No…I wasn’t… but nevermind.” You say, shying away and trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“I knew you were kinda crazy but Jesus.” He laughs, and you shove him roughly in the shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just kidding.” He assures, pulling you back in into a lazy hug.

“I’m down if it makes my girl happy. I mean, I’ll try my best. I just couldn’t ever imagine hurting you, you’re so sweet, like a little angel.” He says, mindlessly wrapping your hair around his finger while he talks.

“Not always. Here.”

You argue, taking his hand to pull it closer to your body. You guide it to your neck where you loosely place his dominant hand and let go.

“Ah, I dunno-“

“Please, Billy.”

His hands were something special, large and rough but caring at the same time. You’d wanted them all over you since the first time you met, craved his touch so bad. You look into his eyes and the longer you do, the more he appears to be crumbling beneath his gentle facade.

Something in him wants it too. He didn’t want to hurt you, it’s true, but something just kind of took over when he saw the pathetically submissive and begging look in your eyes. So he squeezes, with a good amount of force behind it but not so much you can’t breathe. Maybe you can breathe a little too well, because it pulled a nasty moan out from deep inside your throat. It was something you couldn’t stop before it started, something that just came out.

“Please, kiss me.” You whisper, waiting with your lips wet and a little red from biting on and licking them. He uses his hold on you to pull your face closer to his and connects your lips, which he immediately slips past. His tongue is in your mouth, searching for something, and yours is desperately trying to be that something. They clash, but they move together. Messily, but purposefully. Harshly, but passionately. He adds more pressure and you gasp into his mouth, he eats it up. The way you’re so hot and bothered under his touch.

He lets you go, standing up from the couch and picking you up to carry you to his bedroom. You whine in protest, plenty able to walk there yourself, but it’s no use. He throws you over his shoulder like a rag doll then drops you down onto the bed. He climbs on top of you, igniting the kiss again and placing himself between your legs, effectively spreading them. He starts to grind into your heat, which is covered only by thin cotton shorts which are starting to soak through.

“Wanna hear more of those pretty noises you were making. Tell me what you want.” He says gruffly.

“Just fuck me, please. Need it so bad.” You breathe into his mouth between sloppy kisses.

“So sweet when you beg. I might just need to hear a little more of that, I think.”

You sigh, but give him what he’s asking for.

“Please, Billy. Please fuck me, please fill me up, I want it hard.”

“God damn it.” He curses under his breath, reaching down to undo his jeans and push them down his legs and then off. He comes back to you but finds you’ve already taken your shorts off, not wanting to wait any longer.

“Eager baby.”

He goes ahead and removes your shirt too.

He comes to hover over you, one hand on the bed beside you and one on his dick, guiding it to your waiting hole. He went to collect some slick and spread it around, maybe tease you a little more, but it was already so warm and so wet, just waiting on him, begging for him. He curses under his breath and proceeds to push inside you and the stretch is always delicious.

Your walls squeeze him, swallow him in and he groans while he keeps on going til his cock has disappeared inside of you. He starts picking up a pace, thrusting in and out of you, and brings his hand back up to you. He places his hand on your neck again but looks into your eyes for a moment, searching for an answer to the unspoken question of “is this okay?” To which you nodded and he squeezed.

Another moan bubbles up inside you and spills out, loud and pathetic. Whiney, whimpery. Your mouth falls open into some sort of an “o” shape, and your eyes roll back into your head when he fucks into you with more force than he’s ever used before. He was getting into it, the whole hard and fast thing. He realized it was addicting, and now it was always going to be on his mind.

Fucking you deep and rough while you’re in this stupid, submissive state with glassy eyes looking up at him like he is a god to you. You reach up to place your hand over his, squeezing it a bit more for him until you practically see stars and turn into a moaning, melted mess under him.

“Shit, you look so good. You look so- ah- so fucking hot. You okay?” He struggles to speak.

“Mhmm.” You moan, knowing you would struggle too if you tried.

You lift your head up a bit and he drops his slightly, both closing the distance at the same time to meet in another deep kiss. It was so hard to breathe, with the pressure on your throat and the smothering heat and closeness of your lips together but it didn’t matter, you didn’t mind at all. You stop kissing back after a little while, without pulling away, and whisper into his mouth again.

“Hit me”

“What?” He whispers back as though the two of you are trying to hide from somebody. His hand leaves your neck to allow you to talk more clearly

“I said hit me, Billy, you can do it.” You say, almost challenging him.

“Fucking hell, you really want me to?”

“Mhm.” You repeat.

He hesitates, visibly, but gets the fuel to move forward just from looking into your eyes again. They were still dumb and submissive, but also cock drunk now. You watch as he closes his eyes and lands a quick little slap to your cheek. It’s good, it’s a start.

“Harder. And look at me. Please, daddy.” You try to speak but it comes out a whispery moan, words all stringed together with desperation for more.

His dick twitched inside you at that and he winds up his hand a little bit to put more force behind it and lays another smack onto your pretty fucked out face. This one stings.

“Mmh, fuck.” You moan out, feeling your skin go red and hot. He stutters as he hears you, while looking down at you at the same time as you squirm around in pleasure and pain.

“Shit, shit, shit. You liked that. She liked it too, fuckin’ squeezed me hard.” He remarks, glancing down at the place you two connect like a lock and key made only to fit the other. He decides to flip you over, onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up from underneath and lines your entrance up to his cock to slide back into you from behind.

His grip on your hips tightens, nails digging into the skin they cling to in the area around your ass. Your face instinctually buries into the mattress beneath it to quiet your moans but he grabs your hair from behind and uses it to yank your head up roughly.

“Be good and let me hear you.”

And so you did, moaning pornographically into the warm, sticky air surrounding the both of you as he worked up a sweat fucking into your dripping wet pussy with fervor. Your juice dropped down his balls, a feeling he didn’t even really take note of on account of all the pleasure he was feeling, but it was a present sensation somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Mmh, I’m gonna cum,” you whine out, and he yanks your hair again.

“No, you’re not. Not without asking me.” His voice is rough, rumbling.

“Okay, fuck- can I cum, please, can I cum? Need to so bad.”

“Go ahead and add in what you said earlier and I’ll let you cum.”

You scan your mind briefly for what you had said, brain a complete pile of mush from being fucked senseless. It comes back to you, though, soon enough.

“Can I cum, daddy? Please?”

“Yeah, there you go. Go ahead.” He grunts as he picks the pace back up, which had faltered for a moment. He was close himself but wanted to wait for the perfect time to cum which would be when you tighten around him like a vice grip, squeezing and milking his cock for all it’s worth.

As soon as he gave you the words, you were tumbling off the edge and your body stiffens up as your orgasm tears through you. He fucks you through it and pulls out right before your body goes limp from exhaustion and you fall flat on the bed, painting the length of your back with hot cum from your tailbone all the way up to your shoulder blades.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Oh, god.” He groans, then collapsing next to you. You stay as you are for a minute, face buried into the blanket, then turn to him. He’s breathing heavy.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. I’m okay. I do kinda…. Need your help here.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He scrambles to get up, and you smile at his forgetfulness. He grabs a discarded towel from across the room then comes back to you to wipe you down.

“Holy hell, that’s a lot. That is…. a lot of cum.” He remarks, and you giggle, blushing slightly and glad he can’t really see your face right now. It was a lot, but every drop felt euphoric when it came to contact with your soft skin, hot and wet.

Once you’re cleaned up, you ask him for one of his big shirts and he gladly fetches one, balking it up and tossing it to you on the bed where you pulled it on and slip back into your shorts as well. When he’s dressed again he comes to sit beside you. He looks a little distant, as if he’s in a daydream.

“Are you okay? We can just go back to doing it normally from now on if you didn’t like the way that felt.” You assure.

He shakes his head slightly, coming back to earth.

“No, I don’t think so. I think I want you like that forever.”

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Power of Love (Part 2) They Fell!

Happy Wednesday! Guess what time it is?

I am aware I may be scraping the bottom of the barrel here but hear me out.

I have already discussed the power of love in the GO Universe (Here) but something just occurred to me about 'The Fall'. I have been immersed in GO Meta for 2 months (obv) and my brain/subconscious has pulled stuff together and come up with something.

I shall explain (hopefully coherently). Under the cut...

First, some context:

As far as we know, there has only been one 'fall' which is when Lucifer and the gang all fell and Crowley "sauntered vaguely downwards". As far as we know this hasn't happened since.

I have seen it suggested that each angel/demon has a counterpart. i.e. Each angel in heaven has a counterpart demon in hell.

I have talked about the theme of balance of good and evil running through the series.

We've had Armageddon or indeed "Armageddon't" with the son of Satan and now are talking about The Second Coming which we are all assuming has something to do with the child of G-d.

Of course we know that heaven can tamper with memories.

Now here's where my brain went:

All angels and demons started off as the same stock (which we know) then there was a war and all the demons went off to hell.

What I'm thinking is that it wasn't as simple as that.

I think the memory of the war was implanted into the minds of all the celestials but it wasn't consistent. That's why Fur fur remembers fighting alongside Crowley but Crowley does not for example.

The reason is because of The Power of Love.

If each celestial has a counterpart or indeed a 'soul mate' this makes them powerful. The ones in charge can't have that, as I've already said. They need to keep their celestials in line. If they are constantly fighting among themselves, then they don't have time to think about ruling the universe.

They are literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER. Then either Metatron and/or G-d and/or Satan decided that they were too powerful together so they had to be kept apart. So they took half of the celestials and chucked them down to hell. They 'Fell' because they figured out 'Falling in Love'. They literally "FELL" in Love.

Season 1, last episode at the airbase - Gabriel and Beelzebub said '10 million angels/10 million demons put down their weapons and go back to work' or something like that. It's balanced. Each one has a counterpart.

Now the problem is, is that you have to keep angels and demons apart in order to ensure they don't become too powerful. Doesn't really work if they fight, that's not keeping them apart, that's bringing them together.

This is why all wars/battles are planned but are always ultimately thwarted because you have to keep them fighting without actually bringing them together.

The concept of war and rivalry has been implanted in the heads of all the angels and demons, but not consistently. That's why they're all confused. They've implanted false memories in 20 million beings.

It is no coincidence that Azi was there at the beginning of the universe when Crowley created it. They are literally made for each other. I don't think the angels/demons even know that, they just find each other. It's part of the ineffable plan.

So yes Metatron has to keep Azi and Crowley apart, that's why Gabrielle wasn't cast down to hell - can't have him be with Beelzebub but of course it happened anyway. One angel and demon together is fine but any more is a problem. That's why Metatron only turns up with Gab and Beel go off together and why he left Azi and Crowley alone until now.

To paraphrase Metatron: "One time makes a good story, for it to happen twice, makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem."

Any more than that and it will start to catch on, more angels and demons will start hanging out together and we can't have that.

Separate the soul mates, implant false memories, keep them fighting. A house divided against itself can never stand.

Thank you for listening.

Edit: Also, Azi goes by "Mr Fell" I have no idea what to do with that but there we go.

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