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bulletproofscales · 10 months

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get used to the fuse - chapter 12

hii its been so long, (￣▽￣*)ゞ sorry these past months have been crazy for me, but i havent forgotten about my baby! heres the continuation! the next chapter will be the final end of this fic!! so stay tuned (´ ε ` )♡

tags: namgi , gainer min yoongi , obese min yoongi , limited mobility , stuffing , teasing , humiliation , revelations , falling over , breaking furtniture (kinda) , tension , weight gain denial , kink talk

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It was easy to force this day deep down his memory. Forgetting it, as if it never had happened. Presumably no one knew what Namjoon had done in those changing rooms and he won’t give it a lot of space in his mind to ponder about it.

Maybe that's why it's easy to turn the rest of that evening with Hoseok into a blurr. Everything said becoming just a haze of side-eyed glances, swallowed burps and suffocating gym clothes.

That’s probably why he is a bit startled when he gets Yoongi’s text.

yoongi: are you busy tonight?

yoongi: we have to talk

He can’t help lift his eyebrows as he reads the message. What would Yoongi possibly have anything to talk with him?

you: sure!

yoongi: great i’ll go to yours

yoongi: is 7 okay?

you: i’ll see you then

And when he sends it. It does seem okay, really. But as the hours creep on through the rest of the day it's impossible to stop his mind from wandering. Namjoon is sure he can count with one hand the times Yoongi has actively asked to see him, let alone ‘talk’? There’s nothing to talk about. They've been friends for decades now with a perfect record.

Namjoon isn’t as nervous as he is just plain curious. He knows Yoongi through and through, after all. Though… When the doorbell rings, around 7, like they agreed, the man Namjoon sees at the door is nearly unrecognisable.

Once lithe, almost frail looking Yoongi, had the width of almost Namjoon’s doorway. Round all the way, gut jutting forward pillowy but massive as it sagged over the waistband of his pants, nearly hiding his crotch entirely. Pink underbelly peeking from his shirt, table-cloth-sized shirt unable to cover all of it. Quite the contrary, it clung to the swollen protruding belly. The rolls that stacked on his sides from his juicy love handles all the way to the roll under his arm looked squeezed by the fabric. Thick along his waist and becoming bigger as they collected some of the fat from his newfound moobs; saggy and obscene-looking. Namjoon didn’t have to look to assume all that fat spilling to the sides, pushing Yoongi’s fattened tubby arms away from his torso, was probably showing as girthy back rolls behind him.

Namjoon has to remind himself that Yoongi had a head, looking up to the steam dumpling shaped pudgy face. He’s having a hard time deciphering if this is just his normal tired looking face, or if all the fat hanging from his cheeks and under his jaw is making all that much more poutier and cute.

“You texted first!” He can’t help but beam. If his voice sounds just a little squeakier it has nothing to do with the nerves he was struck with. Abruptly moving to the side to make room for Yoongi to come in. Luckily he doesn't think much of Namjoon’s enthusiastic tone, smiling a bit as he waddled his way in.

“Don’t make such a fuss about it or it won’t happen again.” His voice sounds so breathless, and as he walks past Namjoon the older’s girth truly becomes noticeable. In a way Namjoon is glad Yoongi has had the spare key all these years… He is not sure they would’ve fit in the elevator. Still through the shock of his own thoughts, he can tell Yoongi is doing that thing where he brushes Namjoon off instead of letting himself feel flustered over a comment.

But he knows by now, even if he likes to pretend not to, Yoongi loves the reassurance.

“Let me celebrate at least a little.” Even if he’s the one speaking, Yoongi’s deep breathing resonates through the living room as he lazily makes his way towards the couch. Ungracefully letting his weight fall onto it. Namjoon is sure he can see the pillows and springs underneath them dent into the shape of his wide ass; if the loud creak is anything to go by. “Anything to drink?” He would’ve offered anyway… Namjoon is pretty sure he would've. But Yoongi’s subtle wheezing is encouraging to say the least.

“Any whiskey?”

“So it's that type of night.” Namjoon can’t help but snort. And Yoongi chuckles right back, even if he is sitting, the laugh alone makes his fat ripple. That on its own enough to force Namjoon to turn on his heel towards the kitchen. “You know I do.”

“You can have some whiskey for your celebration.” Namjoon hears him as he gets the two whiskey glasses and his bottle. “Don’t let it get to your head, though. I had to invite myself over before you invited me to Hoseok’s, to work out.”

He giggles then, Yoongi’s underlying melodrama never ceases to amaze him. But returning to the living room with an adorable looking out on his lips. Namjoon knows it's serious. Though he can’t help his endeared smile from staying on his face, dimpling his cheeks. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Who do you think?” Yoongi’s unamused tone is even funnier as Namjoon hands him a glass. “He won’t leave me alone!” His eyes bulge out, and his pout becomes even bigger in a way that's sickeningly endearing; the flip on Namjoon’s stomach definitely agrees.

“Hobi hyung was always really intense about his lifestyle…” An apologetic smile grows on his face, and it's worth it for the scoff that makes Yoongi’s entire body ripple from the expressive movement.

“It was never this… targeted.” He eyes Namjoon with a knowing look. Frightening but somehow relieving in its own way. Like he is allowed to talk about it.

“Ah…” He finds himself nodding, maybe a bit nervously. Even with the acknowledgement, he doesn’t know how much Namjoon is allowed to say, to comment on. Maybe he doesn’t trust himself to do so accordingly. Luckily Yoongi goes on for him.

“He treats me like I’m about to appear in one of those obese-people American shows!” He huffs sitting up straighter, entire body following the movement with jiggles. “I got fat, but he treats me like a ticking time bomb!”

“Just fat?” Namjoon can’t help himself. Can’t stop himself before it's out and Yoongi is looking at him with widened eyes and ajar lips. His own face burning, brain fumbling over what to say.

“Last time I got a check up. Yes.” Yoongi’s tone is cautious. He raises his eyebrow in a way that tries to be threatening, but inevitably eases Namjoon’s nerves. “Watch yourself.” The squeaky laugh that slips past Namjoon’s chest feels like the pressure lifting from his chest; how he’s been holding his breath.

“How long ago was that check up?” Feeling a little bit more comfortable he leans teasingly to ask. But gets weakly shoved back to his spot.

“Long enough I already have my next appointment booked! Yah!” Namjoon’s body goes limp in laughter, letting himself fall against the armrest of the couch. “This is exactly why I came over.” He huffs quietly, shaking his head and taking a sip, but the little smile on his lips gives him away. It always does.

“I just can’t blame Hoseok for worrying.”

“It’s not just worrying.” Yoongi deadpans, looking a tad more serious than before. “I was always unfit, now I’m just unfit and fat.” Just fat, Namjoon’s mind prompts unhelpfully. “If he wants to fuss over anyone, why doesn’t he fuss over Jimin? He looks heavier than me.”

“I think he said something about Jimin going to his yoga classes.” He pursed his lips trying to think back to his last conversation with the gym instructor. Only getting a ‘tsk’ in response from the older, taking a rather long sip of whiskey. “But wait, what do I have to do with any of this?”

“Seok-ah keeps telling me you’re going, therefore I should go.” Namjoon snorts. “Or that I should talk to you and you’ll be able to tell me everything about how fucking amazing those classes are.” He can’t hold his laugh then.

“I went to two of his classes, like 2 months apart from one another.” And he looks at Yoongi’s reaction for his next confession. “And for the last one I ditched it 10 minutes in to drink a protein shake by the changing rooms and almost passed out.”

Yoongi seems as stunned at Namjoon’s words as Namjoon is of having said them out loud. Gummy smile growing in his face alleviating some of the pressure of the suffocating silence. “Does he know?”

“He’d have to be deluded to have not noticed.”

“He is deluded.” Yoongi snorts entertained. “Acting like he is better than all of us while he chubs up.”

All of us?

Namjoon can’t help shift a bit uncomfortable, shrugging with pursed lips. “He is the fittest one of the group. That much is true.” His eyes scatter away from Yoongi’s raised eyebrow. “Some of us are just fitter…” The snort the older lets out is enough to make his head snap back towards Yoongi. “What?”

“You’re not telling me you're fit, are you?” His tone is insultingly amused.

“What's that tone supposed to mean?” Namjoon doesn’t need an argument to say to get defensive with. He can get defensive all on his own, thank you very much.

“Right, because all fit people have little sneak outs to chug protein shakes after 10 minutes of exercise.” With an insane level of audacity Yoongi snorts. Shaking his head, Namjoon’s eyes dug daggers into the older “You were never fit, Joon-ah.”

Their eyes meet then, warm and teasing against the younger’s glaringly defensive gaze. Namjoon remembers then, with a bit of horror, that Yoongi knows him just as thoroughly as he knows him. He feels naked, seen in places he doesn’t want to be seen.

It feels like they aren’t just talking about fitness.

“Guess you have a point.” Is all he can say, in an attempt to push the conversation elsewhere, his eyes look into his whiskey glass and take a sip himself. Ever perceptive, Yoongi seems to take a hint.

“Where’s Jungkook?” He peeks a bit into the kitchen, not leaving the comfort of the couch of course. He seems to be denting it permanently. “Working out?” And okay, the teasing smile that grows in his adorably round face is kind of funny.

“Pft.” Namjoon can’t help but smile back, warmth contagious as it spreads along his chest. “Don’t joke like that or he might take you to the gym with him, he did it to me.” Even with his joking tone, his eyes widened in warning.

“Oh! So that's three times you went to the gym!” Yoongi chirps patting his back, with a squeaky laugh making his body shake lively. Only for Namjoon to roll his eyes and swat his hand away. “But seriously where is he?” His voice is a little breathless from the laughter, some reminiscent jiggling on his belly from it too.

“He’s out with Tae-ah. Didn’t bother telling me where. Brat.”

“So that's why it's so peaceful.” Yoongi seems to sink even further into the couch.

“Is it? Maybe for you.” He deadpans and only gets a new wave of giggles out of the older.

“Is Namjoonie feeling attacked?” Even with the sickeningly sweet tone of his voice, coated with sarcasm, there’s still no malice to his voice. Leaning closer to the younger, so his belly sags to the side of his lap, pliant and enticing. “I’ll stop with the comments, I’m sorry.”

Taking the apology seriously would mean something was actually wrong. That something actually rang true. So Namjoon smiles charmingly, turning his head to Yoongi, whose face is closer than he anticipated. Without looking he can feel some of his overhang brushing his thigh. “Don’t worry about it. You can pay for dinner to make it up to me.”

Yoongi smiles like he has something to say about that. But luckily he keeps it to himself. Smiling back, softer than before. “Deal.”

“Wanna see the beats I’ve been working on?” That manages to knock Yoongi’s smile off his face into a stunned expression.

“You’re producing again?!” He feels quite satisfied when that same shock manifests in Yoongi’s voice, low hanging jaw making his double chin ever more prominent.

“I’ve got more free time than ever. Come.” He gets up decisively from the couch, and the same can’t be said about Yoongi. Who is looking at Namjoon almost pouting. Taking a big chunk of the couch unapologetically.

“Can’t you just bring your laptop over?” A smile grows on Namjoon’s face.

“I switched to a PC a few months ago.” He still has his old laptop, but Yoongi doesn’t need to know that. Maybe he wants to see Yoongi move a little; for a completely different reason than Hoseok does.

“Ah…” He smiles then, as if trying to brush it off. “It really has been a while since I texted first.” Namjoon's smile only becomes more pleased. “Okay then. You win.” He chuckles though leaning forward with his hand on the armrest of the couch. Grunting a little as his wobbly knees lift his body off the couch.

Except he doesn’t. His ass lifts a bit before falling back down.

The couch makes a dangerous creaky noise.

Namjoon has to hide his stunned expression as his belly makes a loud slapping sound when it falls against his lap. Fat rippling from his belly to his cheeks. He won’t look at Namjoon, but he is sure Yongi can feel his eyes on him, looking down at the belly that takes over his lap, sagging between his thighs, and keeping him pinned to the couch.

Maybe that's what motivates Namjoon to put his hand forward in a silent offering. Trying to keep the cockiness off his smile. Especially when Yoongi looks up and accepts it, beginning to swing again as Namjoon makes an effort to pull when Yoongi is leaning forward.

Nothing could have prepared him for how heavy he was. Nearly slipping himself onto the couch too against Yoongi. Namjoon grunts a bit in effort, if he weren’t as focused on not falling into Yoongi, he would’ve been polite enough to try and conceal it. The older’s other hand gripping the couch’s armrest as another form of support as he finally stands up. Belly bumping into Namjoon’s.

“That grunt was unnecessary.” He looks up at him, now the entire heft of his gut separating them. But the breathless tone of his voice and the hint of pink dusting his cheeks strips his words from any bite.

“The grunt was unintentional.” Namjoon’s smile is kind but truthful. “You’re not that easy to manhandle anymore, huh?” He regrets his choice of words as soon as they come out. Manhandle? Really?! Luck must be on his side, since again Yoongi opts to not mention the information he knows about Namjoon’s…preferences.

They were dumb teens back then, but if he could turn back time, he would’ve stopped them from sharing their kinks back when they were in highschool. Barely discovering their sexuality and the intricacies in their preferences.

Manhandling, one of their shared interests.

“Finally. Yeah.” Yoongi chuckles as he walks past Namjoon, side completely brushing the younger’s torso as he easily makes his way to Namjoon’s room. Even if he isn’t one to text first, Yoongi still has been here enough to know the place like the back of his hand. Hell, he helped Namjoon unpacked when he first moved!

And yes. From the back he can definitely see the back rolls he had anticipated. Though no level of preparation would have spared him from the impact of said rolls clinging to his shirt in a way that forces the hem up his love handles with each step. Milky soft skin, covered in pink stretch marks. Namjoon’s hands itch to trace them, if he hadn’t been taken aback by the wobbling of his ass and thighs. Striking him with the fact that even if his weight settled mostly on his belly, Yoongi had softened truly all over. Even the flabby back of his arms ripple with each heavy step. He is sure the neighbours can hear.

Yoongi doesn’t ask to sit in Namjoon’s chair, rather groaning in relief at the sight of it, waiting for him. As all the younger can do is wince at the dangerous creak it lets out, much like the couch; except he doesn’t trust the 6 year old screws of the chair as much as he did the springs of the couch.

“Show me.” Even if bossy, Yoongi’s face rounds out with a giddy gummy smile, chubby hand already taking the mouse and making his way through Namjoon’s computer like it's his own. It wouldn’t be like there's anything for him to hide… He deleted all his downloaded porn when Yoongi stumbled on it the first time when they were still barely beginning to meet each other. Real ice breaker.

“Ah, in the FL Studio folder. Yah!” He chuckles a bit nervously, blushing for something completely different than the effects of Yoongi’s body on his perverted mind. “They’re really not that great, scrappy at bes-”

“Shut up.” He opens the first one. And Namjoon complies just in time for the first beat to play. Though it's unceremoniously interrupted by the growling of Yoongi’s stomach, a roar strong enough his fat wobbles along with it. As if to show truly how empty he is, needy for more. Yoongi pauses it then. “No, okay, I can’t appreciate them like this.”

“Dinner?” Namjoon guesses, his eyes still taking in the sight of Yoongi squeezed into his chair. Plump hips spilling from underneath the armrests, that dig into his side as well. Back looking too broad for the backrest, wide but gentle curve of his shoulders making him look softened but somehow sturdier than he was before.

He has to rethink all of those manhandling fantasies that hunted him in his early 20s. And replace Yoongi as the main character from all of them. If anything, it looks like Yoongi would be the one heavy enough to pin Namjoon down. Nope, not going down that route,

“Please, yes.” Namjoon is sure the older didn’t mean to be whiny, but demanding. But the permanent pout on his lips makes him giggle. “Just tell me what you’re craving so hyungie can buy your forgiveness.” “Oh I had already forgotten about that! Nice.” He reaches out into Jungkook’s room to look for his desk chair. Disappointed to find a normal dining table chair. Right, he changed it a few days ago… Something about needing a replacement. Better ‘lumbar support’, right. He walks back into the room with the stiff chair. He’s been avoiding these, Jungkook too, rather eating on the couch or in their rooms when the other is out. But it’ll do.

“So?”

“Honestly… I’m just craving dessert for dinner.” His smile is shy but Yoongi’s enthusiastic nodding. As the younger sits beside him, this chair is so uncomfortable. No wonder they stopped using them.

“I was so worried about you being turned into a health freak by Seok, I ate dinner before coming. So you didn't over me like… a kale pancake or something.” He snorts. Looking for bakeries on his phone, before glancing up and down at Namjoon. “Now I know, I had nothing to worry about.” He says teasingly.

“You never did.” Namjoon can’t help but say assertively, feeling particularly trapped in his chair. “I don’t eat meat, but I still have good taste.” But he makes sure to make his huffing more playful this time. Shifting uncomfortable in the sharp edges of the chair that dig into the back of his thighs. “What are you ordering anyway?” Yoongi eyes him, unconvinced of not only Namjoon’s defence, but his change of subject as well.

“Trust me. I know what you like.”

You know too much. He holds back from saying. Or worse. I know what you like too.

“There. Should arrive soon.” He puts his phone on the desk. Namjoon must’ve missed it when he took it from his back pocket, the struggle it must’ve been. Unless he was hiding it someplace else, in one of his folds.

And he is already thinking about unrealistic expectations he got from porn. This is why Namjoon doesn’t trust himself around the subject. Too disgusted by his own carnal desires to even consider inflicting them on his friends. But his mind works against him. He forces himself to relax then, leaning back on the chair, trying to focus on the uncomfortable feeling of his chair rather than the twisting of the pit of his stomach.

“You know, we could’ve just gone to the kitchen and see what we find.” Namjoon’s dimpled smile tries to be easy-going, before it becomes teasing. “Instead of stopping everything we are doing until the delivery gets here.”

“Oh I’m not standing up again.” His smile is wide but he shakes his head like he means it. “Unless you want to help me again; cause I’m pretty nestled in.” As if it wasn’t obvious enough, Yoongi’s hand grips onto the fat of his stomach moving it with a force that sends jiggles all across. The fat that's overspilling onto the armrest slapping against it at the same rhythm of his hands movements.

Namjoon tries to disguise his choking as a cackle. “Suddenly, I don’t mind waiting.” He deadpans and feels accomplished when Yoongi giggles with him. Or at least, Yoongi looked convinced until his smile turned smug and satisfied.

“That’s what I thought.”

Yoongi knows what he likes. His mind reminds him. Even this.

“So who do you usually call to help you get up when you’re at home?” That was his attempt at a subject change. Though it's only once it leaves his lips, and Yoongi’s eyebrows go up to his hairline, he realises that he’s failed disastrously.

“I don’t need help getting up.” Yoongi chuckles a bit, though Namjoon’s expression must be completely unconvinced. So he adds. “Not every time...”

“What did you call yourself before?” His fingers scratch along his chin dramatically and teasing. “Just fat?” Okay, yes he’s definitely failed at trying to move away from the elephant in the room.

The elephant that's sitting on his desk chair.

“Enough!” He groans but Namjoon releases pressure in the form of a squeaky laugh, rubbing Yoongi’s shoulder apologetically. “It’s not like a doctor's opinion would change anything.” Its Namjoon’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“You know…” He shrugs, eyes avoiding Namjoon’s. “Even if he told me I was obese… I doubt I’d do anything about it.”

Oh.

“Oh…” It's all he can reply, dumbly. For better or worse, Yoongi takes this as an invitation to explain himself.

“Yeah I can’t go back now.” He chuckles endeared towards Namjoon. “I don’t remember ever having enjoyed myself this much.” The chair creaks even more when Yoongi leans back to caress the centre of his stomach gently.

Namjoon is at a loss of words. Not trusting himself he replies. “That great, huh?” Eyes diverting from Yoongi’s now gigantic hand up to the screen in front of them. His face is warming up, the room feels smaller and the fucking chair getting tighter by the second. Or that might just be the knot in his stomach.

“You would know.” Yoongi eyes him with a knowing smirk, one that makes a lump form at the base of Namjoon’s throat.

Is he talking about Namjoons fetish? Or something else?

He doesn’t get the time to ponder on it, since the doorbell rings. It doesn’t look like Yoongi will get up to get it.

“Be right back.” He mumbles a bit lost in the older’s words. Getting up maybe a bit too abruptly from his chair, judging the way it creaks back and he nearly stumbles into his desk. On autopilot as he rushes to the door; only to be faced with a poor delivery guy trying to carry multiple bags into Namjoon’s apartment complex. It's instinctive when he reaches out to help.

“Thanks big guy.” He smiles as Namjoon takes the bags into his hands. Too concentrated in not dropping anything to even react to the comment. The delivery guy gets on his bike rushing off. And only when he is on the elevator does he think about it again.

Big guy?

He guesses the delivery guy was a bit scrawny…

Yoongi’s groan can be heard as soon as he opens the door to his apartment. “Finally!”

“Don’t be greedy!” Namjoon yells back, a little breathless; the bags were heavier than he expected. Huffing a bit as he walks into the room, where Yoongi took the courtesy of shifting the chair to face Namjoon, gummy smile bright on his face. It makes up for the exertion of getting the heavy order.

“How much did you even buy?” He chuckles a bit, setting them in front of his computer. Yoongi looked through it immediately.

“Dessert! You can save some for Jungkook if you want.” His chubby hands pull out boxed cupcakes, cake slices, nutella stuffed cookies.

“Dessert is one way to call it.” He snorts a bit. “You bought their entire stock.” It's lighthearted teasing, and Yoongi for sure is aware of his own appetite. But he blushes pink.

“Just didn’t want to go hungry.” Yoongi shrugs, rather focusing on the bags. There's something liberating about being able to openly tease, and seeing Yoongi’s reaction to him; because he knows. Namjoon had dreams like this.

“Can you go hungry? You don’t let yourself even think about feeling it before you are ordering something” His eyebrow raises, and his chair gets promptly shoved to the side. Though Yoongi barely manages to move him an inch. His fat arms too weak to even push Namjoon.

“I meant for the both of us, ass.” He rolls his eyes, but hands Namjoon the box of cupcakes. Chocolate ones, his favourite.

“Yeah, but I have a normal appetite.” Namjoon says endearly but begins to unwrap the first one. Fluffy and perfectly moist with rich frosting on top. And it doesn’t disappoint, biting into it easily and the deep chocolate flavour takes over his senses. “I don’t need all this to stop my hunger.” He eyes Yoongi who’s gone for the red velvet cookies.

“You don’t?” That question shouldn't sound as genuine as it does. With Yoongi’s raised eyebrow and muffled voice; red crumbs already dusting the corners of his lips.

“No?” Namjoon’s own voice is muffled by a full bite of cupcake. His mind a mess trying to untangle the assumptions in Yoongi’s question. Namjoon’s always had more appetite than Yoongi, but it would be ridiculous to think that stayed the same throughout the older’s weight gain.

“Oh– Well I just thought…” Even with the awkwardness of his voice, Yoongi’s eyes trail up and down Namjoon’s body quickly. “Nevermind.” The chuckle sounds endeared, but nevertheless a tad embarrassed. It only leaves Namjoon in an impossibly more nervous state of mind.

Maybe that's why his hand forces the next cupcake entirely in one go. Yoongi seems to resort to the same. Finding comfort in the rich chocolate taste, the cupcakes aren’t that big. And they’re too fluffy to be filling, in spite of the thick layer of frosting on top. That’s probably the reason why Namjoon feels so at ease working his way through it. But even with the choir of eating noises in the empty apartment, Namjoon still feels a need to ask.

“What is it?” The six cupcakes are gone, he is licking his fingers clean of the frosting. Yoongi eyes the younger. But his hands are much more urgent than his, reaching for anything that he can shovel down his mouth in as little bites as possible. Right now it seems to be cookies and cream donut. Or well… Donuts the whole 6 pack of them. Grabbing two at once and squishing them together just to stretch his lips around them. Desperate to satiate his hunger in ways that are downright animalistic. Namjoon feels like he forgot his own question.

“I don’t know… That you would use this entire Enhanced-boom for…” He shrugs vaguely. Now entirely avoiding Namjoon’s confused stare. “With your kink and all…” Namjoon’s belly twists almost painfully; stunned by the way Yoongi just purses his lips shrugging. “You always talked about gaining weight…”

He is painfully reminded of just how close he and Yoongi are. Nights in their early twenties when they could talk about what they craved. What they thought was impossible.

“It was just a fantasy, hyung.” It's Namjoon’s turn to look away, reaching for a cheesecake slice. Hoping the thickness of it can smooth out the growing lump in his throat. His own chewing sounds hopefully loud enough to mute out Yoongi’s words and the way they bounce around in his head. The older leans closer, with a dangerous creak from his chair.

“Yeah, I know.” His chewing is loud too, helping to muffle out everything going on in his head. “But isn’t it the perfect time to put it to the test?” From the corner of his eye, Namjoon can see the way the fatty side of Yoongi’s body spills from the armrest, the way his weight is enough to tilt the chair slightly to the side; with threatening creaks.

It's becoming a bit overwhelming. The warmthness in his stomach, only starting to become comfortably full. The uncomfortable wood of the chair, the even more uncomfortable questions that hang in the air above them. Yoongi’s looming presence irradiating heat onto Namjoon, his open mouth chewing, the chair’s distinct complaints.

“Can we just not talk about it?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, but the room is starting to feel cramped. Feels too big to hide what Yoongi already knows about him; cornered. Or maybe it's just the chair.

“You asked.” Annoyance is clear in Yoongi’s voice. And he is right. Namjoon knows he is right. In a less panicked state of mind, he would’ve been able to act accordingly.

“Well. I’m not a feedee, if that's what you thought.” Namjoon’s suspicions are right when he turns his head to look at Yoongi when he responds and sees the furrowed brow. And his own tone is no better, spiteful and protective.

“Don’t get all defensive.” Yoongi isn’t looking away either. Leaning close enough Namjoon can see the specks of donut frosting collecting at the corners of his lips. The chair began to bend in Namjoon’s direction; accompanied by the melodic screeches of the metal and springs. It wouldn't be their first fight, they’ve been friends for decades after all.

That's how he recognizes the dangerous smile that grows on Yoongi’s face.

“You’re gaining like one.” He manages to say before the chair finishes tilting over to the side. Falling thunderously onto the floor, with Yoongi still on it. The noise of ft slapping his wooden floor almost loud enough as Yoongi’s pained groan.

The tension dissipates as soon as it formed, as Namjoon pushes himself out of the wooden chair to lean and help Yoongi out and up. “Are you okay?” Yoongi’s pushing himself out by the armrest, trying to unsqueeze his fatty sides from the suffocating chair.

“Y–Yeah… Yeah I’m okay.” He breathes out, face blushed, as Namjoon reaches behind him to pull the chair out of Yoongi too. Even if he can’t see his facial expression, Namjoon can pretty much hear the grimace when he asks. “Did it break?”

“Don’t worry. It looks fine.” Chuckling seems like the only way to alleviate the tension, popping Yoongi out with a huff. It took a bit more effort than he thought it would, he is a little breathless. Tilting the chair back upright and giving it a tentative spin. “Yeah, looks alright-” His word is cut a little short when he sees Yoongi still on the ground. Their eyes meeting.

“Help me up?” It's a bit of a pitiful sight. But Namjoon is glad to focus on something else. He wouldn’t say he is glad Yoongi tipped over, but the relief he feels from having escaped that conversation is very real in his chest. Nodding quickly as he squats down for Yoongi. Feeling his sweatpants squeeze him around the waistband as he takes the older’s hands.

“Lets–” Namjoon has to concentrate not to tip over as well. He doesn’t want to think about what that says of his body. The waistband of his sweats cutting the air out of him. “Let’s sit you upright first.” He comments and Yoongi looks equally exhausted. Gripping Namjoon’s forearms as the younger tries to lift the weight of his huge torso up. Both of them grunting in effort just for Yoongi to sit upright. Belly making his thighs spread as the overhang sits comfily on the floor.

“Now-Now the hard part.” Even through his laughter he is breathless. Just from that movement alone. Though Namjoon isn’t much better; he is actually doing some effort at least. Yoongi is just breathless from being tossed around; if you could even call it that.

Miraculously almost, the front door opens. “Perfect timing.” He comments, eyeing the front door.

“Yeah, you could barely sit me upright.” Yoongi snorts as Namjoon stands up straight again. Looking down at him with squinted eyes.

“You’re lucky I didn’t call the fire department right away.” His foot pokes at the sagging overhang between Yoongi’s thighs. Pillowy and rippling through his entire stomach. “Jungkook-ah! Come here!” He yells, ignoring Yoongi’s weak swats at his foot.

The loud thumps are clumsy throughout the apartment, a pink blush, dopey eyed Jungkook appearing on the doorway. Great, Taehyung got him drunk.

“I’m here, I’m here…” Even in his sleepy waddles the apartment thumps, and Yoongi’s body jiggles with each one. “I told you to switch to a stronger chair, hyung.” He comments without a comment as he leans towards Yoongi.

“He didn’t break it, he just tilted it over.” He rolls his eyes. “Can you help him?” The youngest is already squatting behind Yoongi, his rounded out bloat pressing to the backrolls of Yoongi’s back. Big hunky, yet pillowy arms appearing from under Yoongi’s fat winged ones.

“Our Jungkookie is very strong.” Yoongi comments idly, earning a happy giggle from the man behind him.

“I’ll try.''Jungkook's hand tentatively settled on the oldest’s chest, before groping it playfully.

“Yah!” The giggles get louder as Jungkook groans, beginning to lift Yoongi’s weight. Hands genuinely sinking into the fat, by the sheer strength making him grope Yoongi’s sides.

Namjoon himself a little too stunned, watching Jungkook’s thighs tremble. Mumbling a quiet ‘cooperate, hyung’ into Yoongi’s ear, before his chubby feet plant on the ground. Helping, if the sigh of relief Jungkook lets out is anything to go by. Taking slow backwards steps until he is setting Yoongi onto the bed ungracefully.

“I could’ve done that myself.” He cups his belly to stop it from obviously wobbling at the impact. But Jungkook isn’t phased.

“Maybe, but you got the full Jeon Jungkook service!” He beams, patting his hyung’s back maybe a bit too aggressively. “I’ll go to bed. But call me if there are any more incidents!”

“There won’t be!” They both yell at the same time, causing one final giggle to bubble out of Jungkook’s chest as he exits to his room across the hallway. The sound of the door closing settling their fate in returning to the conversation they were having before.

Where were they?

Ah, of course.

Talking about how much weight Namjoon apparently gained.

#namgi #obese min yoongi #limited mobility #teasing #tension #self awarness #weight gain denial #weight gain #kink talk #furtniture breaking

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drdemonprince · 11 months

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hi sorry if this is kinda ramble-y. im an 25+ introverted acearo who has never kissed or dated or "experimented" in high school/college cuz i was too focused on my grades and i think i'd would like to try sex once just see what all the fuss is about but i am also afab non-binary and i'm not "visibly trans" so i just get misgendered a lot as a "cis woman." would you have any advice on trying to not feel gender dysphoria when having sex? like, i feel like if i got flirted with by a cishet man or a cis lesbian woman, i feel like i would feel awkward and dysphoric like they are only attracted to me bc i look like a "woman" and also kinda bad like i am wasting their time. should i try to just put something in a dating/tinder/idk (dating app here) profile like "t4t" or my they/them pronouns or "ace4bi/pan" or "ace4other sex-favorable/curious aces" or a little trans flag emoji or something and hope people take the hint?

while i think i would prefer a 1-on-1 meeting for my first time, i also was worried about going to places like a total stranger's apartment/house/hotel alone and i had briefly thought about trying a public sauna since it did seem safer for the reasons that you gave to previous anon that there would be others around and security, but my city's gay baths is pretty. dinky? if google reviews of 2/5 stars are to be believed, it's kinda gone downhill since 2011 on facilities maintenance/showers/hot tub not working, etc., and is very pricey compared to other bigger cities' bathhouses. just generally disappointing i guess? and as an afab looking person, i think would only be allowed to go in on sundays which i think is their all genders day according to the website? but still, from my outward appearance, i was worried that i would get misgendered by any who approach me as a "girl" or get thought of as that stereotypical cishet girl invading gay bars/queer spaces, etc.

also, i dont like being touched on basically my entire torso/back or neck area, only limbs i think.

do you have any advice for a non-binary curious ultra-virgin/late bloomer with too many conditions for an ideal partner? should i just. try to think real hard about not thinking about getting misgendered and ignore any bad vibes/cbt/gaslight myself out of it??

or should i give up since i doubt that other extroverts who are experienced with no touch aversion issues and just looking to party/have a quick hook-up and have a good time would want to deal with introverted me and my picky-ness and gender/touch issues ruining their weekend/wasting their time?

(also i did kinda look into that surrogacy sex therapists/councilors that are apparently a thing now?? but they look like they're mostly in the cooler PNW/west coast areas. im stuck in plain boring uhh let's say think of ohio-pennsylvania-virginia tri-state area suburbs with limited car transportation. but i can get around the city by bus. its not even the cool east coast, its like mid-atlantic/midwest ugh. even some of those cuddle parties/councilors i had thought of for trying to lessen my touch-aversion are mostly west coast and texas for some reason?? my region is just too boring....)

(again sorry if this is a long ask! ^ ^ )

You should hire a sex worker!! When you're looking for something specific and you don't want to play the field it's a great great time to support your local sex workers and ask for exactly what you want. They'll treat you right. Try Tryst !

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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Kisses At Sea | Grand Admiral Levi x MC | Obey Me |

Summary: After much nagging, Levi lets you on his Hells Navy ship, but he strictly tells you to stay in the cabins below so you don’t get hurt, he should by know that you, MC, the human famous for causing trouble, doesn’t exactly follow rules.. Genre: Fluff Warnings: Self deprecating talk ------------

Leviathan was making the rounds around one of Hell’s Navy ships, making sure everything was functioning properly, barking orders left and right. You were suppose to stay in the cabins, or more specifically his cabin, to prevent any harm being done to you, but you went up to the deck and started wandering around, watching the people busy at work.

That was until you bumped into someone, falling straight on your butt. You groan and look up to see a rather large demon staring down at you.. Well shit..

The demon seem to of recognized you, but that only made him look even angrier. “You’re Grand Admiral Leviathan’s human? Aren’t ya?” You didn’t even grace him with an answer. “..Such a shame, that soul of yours looks nice..” He murmurs. You were suddenly picked up by the arms and looks to see the person that lifted you up was Levi himself, with his tail curling possessively around your leg. “Get back to work.” He snarls. The demon just nods and quickly ran away with his tail in between his legs. Levi fusses over you a bit before sighing. “I told you to stay in my cabin, MC!” He says. “..Sorry, I got curious about the ship” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I have to admit, this side of you is.. kinda hot-” His face got red at the sudden confession but he just clears his throat. “Go back to my cabin, I’ll come get you once it’s safe” You simply nod and kiss him before going back. He became red again, but quickly came back to reality and began making his rounds again. ------------ You were laying on his futon when you hear the door click open, causing you to perk up a bit as you saw Levi close the door. “Is it safe yet?” You ask. “Yes, we landed somewhere safe for now.” You walk over and throws your arm around him. “Why are you being so clingy today?” He asks, he wasn’t mad you were, just a bit flustered and confused. “Well, seeing you like this means I can kiss you all I want without your mind crashing” You joke. Levi snakes his tail around you. “Well.. It’s not going to be long until we get back and I go back into my yucky otaku mode.” You frown, you never liked Levi insulting himself. “What did I say about insulting yourself?” You ask in a tone someone would use in asking a kid a question they have been over many times. “..Not to..” He murmurs. “Exactly, just know that to me, you will always be my Player One.” His horns recede back and he nuzzles into you chest. “..Thank you..”

#obey me shall we date #omswd #om! leviathan #om! mc #om! levi x reader #grand admiral leviathan

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maideninorange · 1 year

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(Fic Request) FumiIyo go out for ice cream.

I put way too much thought into the existence of ice cream within Mugenri for a simple fluff with light angst fic lol. Why am I even surprised, knowing me?

(TW: Just References to Iyo-san's Tragic Past for this one. Because this is me writing this lol. Otherwise, it's a fairly straightforward fluff fic.)

The Ice Cream Merchant

The ice cream merchant only comes around once every five year.

A shadowy legend to children everywhere, the merchant goes from village to village, region to region, distributing a strange cold, sweet cuisine those who had visited them had only called "ice cream". With colder sweets being quite the rarity this far away from Devanagara for the peasantry, the merchant often draws in crowds by the tenfolds. For some, it will be the only time they get to taste anything like it.

...Or at least, that's how Fumikado had described it to them. It was also why Iyozane was not back home lounging around in the river, and instead standing behind a long crowd of children and curious adults.

So far, Iyozane couldn't see what all the fuss was about. This guy looked like just another merchant with their bright and colorful stand, if one that specialized in what may be a pretty rare product. But even with that in mind, they weren't holding their breath.

Merchants are complete and utter parasites, funneling away money that could've gone to hardworking individuals for themselves. And so far, this one seemed to be no different than the rest of the lot. If it weren't for Fumikado's eager pleading, they doubt they'd be here to begin with.

As if sensing Iyozane's silent seething, Fumikado gently nudged them, snapping them out of their straying thoughts. (The fact that their definition of "gently" sent them a few sun forward probably helped with that too.)

"Look, I know you don't like merchants, but this guy isn't like those other parasites, I promise! Their treats are to die for!"

"...So far, all I'm seeing is gaudy colors and lots of children. Feels kinda shady to me. And what is this 'ice cream' treat, anyway?"

"One of the best things you'll ever taste! So come on! Trust me! When's the last time I was irresponsible with our funds anyway?"

Just last week, with the "brilliant" idea to spend hundreds on an expensive shawl I saw. It wasn't even made of real gold! Iyozane wanted to say, but by the time they opened their mouth, Fumikado had already taken off.

...And by the cries of children that just rang out, right into the middle of the line. Iyozane let out a loud, put-upon sigh as they trudged after them.

"Sorry..." They mumbled towards the angry people now behind them, tugging their haori closer. It was the least they could offer, knowing how rude and impatient their boss can be. That sort of thing tended to make people angry, didn't it?

When it wasn't done by a royal it seemed, so some of their siblings had claimed every now and then to them in a past as distant as a bad memory. But Iyozane wasn't a royal anymore. They didn't even get to indulge that privilege even once before they lost it.

The dark thought washed over them like a plague. They turned to berate them for cutting in line, as the alternative was letting it weigh on their mind. But then Fumikado beamed at them, and the poison died from their lips.

"You're gonna love it Iyozane! I promise! I know all the best flavors!" They reassured them, "Trust me! I am the seer of ice cream!"

Considering Fumikado's track record when it comes to foresight, that did not inspire the confidence they had intended such a statement would. Still, it was a little hard to be overcome with dread when their strong and dignified boss is bouncing on their heels like a giddy little kid.

Okay, incredibly hard actually. It was hard to stay nervous with them behaving like that. Iyozane lowered their head, looking at the ground and their wobbly feet, the tension eased slightly from their shoulder.

Perhaps it was from Fumikado skipping ahead in line, perhaps it was their own thoughts siphoning away the time, but it felt like Iyozane had only blinked before they were both at the front of the line. They had to rub their eyes at the feeling when they were suddenly met with the sight of the bright pink wooden counter.

Fumikado held up a couple fingers to the smiling person behind the counter, "A box of mochi please! Give us chocolate, vanilla, and matcha for Iyozane here!"

The merchant nodded, "Coming right up. Your enthusiasm is much appreciated, but next time, please wait your turn. You might make the much more patient children cry."

"Oh." They glanced nervously behind themself, as if to check. Iyozane couldn't help but follow their gaze, as they so often did. The children directly behind them looked more annoyed than anything. But it seemed even the mere thought was enough weight on Fumikado's conscience, as they swiftly turned back to bow apologetically, "...My bad!"

The merchant gave a light chuckle, holding out a small basket full of little mochi. Woah, that was fast!

"It's alright! Just remember for the future."

Fumikado tilted their head forward as they took the basket with both hands, "Will do!"

The merchant waved them off, and just like that their little trip to such an odd merchant stand was over.

Iyozane didn't stop reeling until Fumikado found them a nice bench to sit on. They then tilt the basket forward so they can see.

"Go on! Try one! I stake a claim upon one of the chocolate ones!"

Iyozane looked the mochi over. They saw brown, green, and white at its bottom. They could tell the green ones were obviously the matcha ones, and Fumikado plucking up a brown one indicated it was the chocolate flavor. So the white ones were this "vanilla" flavor? They're kinda curious about that one, actually...

Fumikado popped the chocolate mochi into their mouth, "...Mm!!! I missed you, chocolate!"

Iyozane chuckled a little at this display. They've actually never got the opportunity to try anything with the label of "chocolate" before now. In the distant past, they only heard it in passing. Mitori had told them extensively about it in such a way that left their mouth watering. None of their wardens attendants would let them try it, saying it will rot their perfect teeth or make them sick. They weren't allowed to eat any sweets, actually. But chocolate especially.

But the present is not the past. They are no longer a lonely bird in a cage, yearning to experience the horizons beyond their window. They are a free person (if an indebted one), and able to decide for themself what to put in their own body. And if that thing rots their teeth or makes them sick?

Then let it!!!

And before they could let it stop them, Iyozane reaches into the basket, takes a green mochi between their fingers, and takes a large bite.

...Bliss.

It was definitely cold to the touch, but it was very sweet, like all the green teas they were familiar with. A touch of bitterness, which balances out the sweetness. It hurt their teeth to chew, but it was absolutely worth it.

Iyozane heard a chuckle beside them, "I take it you like the matcha flavor?"

They swallowed, smiling earnestly now, "...Guess so! Wasn't expecting it to be so cold though."

"Well duh! It's called ice cream, you dummy! It would probably be called somethin' like fire cream if it was hot!"

Iyozane rolled their eyes, "That is the worst name for a sweet I've ever heard."

"Well, I personally think it sounds pretty cool myself!" Fumikado huffed.

"Whatever makes you feel better," was all Iyozane had to say to that, directly before popping the rest of the mochi into their mouth.

Wowie...They had no idea how they went their whole life without experiencing this. How many sweets have they missed out on? How many people even got to try anything like this, knowing how unreliable Fumikado can be at times?

As if reading their mind, Fumikado leaned back, inhaling a matcha mochi they plucked up when Iyozane wasn't paying attention, "Rumor has it that the ice cream merchant is from the Outside World. Brought this sweet with, and now goes around Mugenri selling it."

"Mm," Iyozane nodded in agreement. They go for a so-called "vanilla" mochi. They took a bite as Fumikado continued.

"I can't remember who told me that rumor. Probably a servant some long time ago... but either way I knew we couldn't miss this! A shame Tsugumi didn't want to come..."

"For a rumor, it certainly has some merit to it, with a merchant stand looking like that," Iyozane pointed over at the stand in question, swallowing the rich sweet iciness in their mouth. In the distance, children rotated in and out of the line for the garish pink stand. Some clutched upside-down cone shaped cookies with brightly colored, larger versions of the filling within their own mochis.

"Hm...Good point, my dear servant! I suppose even a moron can be right every now and then."

Please don't confuse me for yourself. We walked past this stand three times trying to look for it, Iyozane sneered inwardly, too busy finishing off their vanilla mochi to actually jeer.

Not that it mattered for too much longer, for Fumikado's next words nearly made their heart leap out of their chest, "But I digress! Thanks again for coming with me today, Iyozane! It really means a lot to me!"

Iyozane had to do a double take at that. Fumikado? Sincerely thanking someone? Not their odd roundabout way of showing gratitude? They never thought they'd see the day.

In fact, Iyozane isn't used to gratitude like this at all. In another life, all of those suffocating expectations were just that: expectations. You were supposed to fulfill them, or otherwise be punished. Also, Fumikado is their boss. If anything, a lack of gratitude was to be expected.

So with that in mind, one could certainly pardon Iyozane for their flustered reaction. They fan themself with their hand, sweat beading down their forehead, and thankful the blazing heat of summer disguised their anxiety well. Although, their voice probably gave it away when they heard themself stammer a smidge:

"Uh...You-You're welcome, Fumikado-san. I mean...it's not like I had much else to do today, right?"

Scratch that. They sounded very, very nervous to their own ears. Not good not good not good-

However, if Fumikado noticed, they certainly didn't say anything. They just crossed their leg, rubbing the back of their head as if nervous themself.

"N-No! I really mean it! Whenever I got the chance to visit the ice cream merchant here, old Pops, may he rest in peace, never let me go with anyone. Well, it's not like I had many to go with to begin with. Just Chouki, but..."

Their pointy ears twitch, like most youkai do when anxious. Unbelievable. But like...in a good way? Fumikado sounded in over their head over taking them to somewhere as simple as the marketplace, and yet Iyozane couldn't help but find it weirdly endearing in its own way. The way they chuckle awkwardly was doing strange, terrible things to their heart and makes their legs go weak, and they couldn't begin to comprehend why.

They hid it well, in their opinion. They just raised an eyebrow, saying, "So you're saying you're lonely?"

"Not lonely!" they huff, "Just...in need of companionship for this very special occasion is all!"

"...So lonely?"

"No!!! You're utterly impossible sometimes, Iyozane!"

Iyozane had to cackle a bit at that. "Why of course I am. If I wasn't, we wouldn't get anything done. We'd probably still be terribly lost right now if it weren't for me."

"Don't be so arrogant. I'm the one in charge, remember?"

"Then act like it."

"Okay! Sheesh. Even emperors make mistakes, don't they?"

There was no malice in either's words. Iyozane felt a wide grin had graced their face, and Fumikado was beaming equally as much. They both laugh once more.

"Why yes. Yes they do. Would appreciate if you had a better sense of direction somedays though," Absentmindedly, Iyozane reaches into the basket for the last mochi.

And that's when, ever so suddenly, fingers, big and slightly sharp from retracted talons, brushed against their own. Iyozane let out a small yelp of surprise as they both grabbed for the little sweet, raising it up.

"Oh...Uh, whoops?" Fumikado offered awkwardly, shrugging.

It took a moment for Iyozane to respond. They were too busy staring at the chocolate mochi between their hands. If they moved just the wrong way, they could easily end up gripping Fumikado's hand instead. The thought didn't quite disturb them as much as they'd expect it to.

"Um...It's the last one...I've never had chocolate anything before..." they eventually mumble, looking away.

"Seriously?! Not even a little chip?!"

"No. Locked away for most of my life, remember?" Iyozane gently chided.

"Oh right! Uh...So how about we share it then?"

"Share it?" Iyozane parroted back at them. They looked back over to see Fumikado tug at the mochi between their fingers.

"Yeah! I get half, you get half! Think of it as generosity on my part, as a token of appreciation."

"You just want me to try chocolate, don't you?"

"And so what if I do? It's a crime against sweets for you to never have even tried it!"

That sounded like something Mitori would say as they attempted to slip them some. The guards would always catch them back then, alas.

But that was then and this is now. And right now, that sounded delightful. Iyozane nodded, their hand clenching the wooden bench beneath their hand.

And then they split the last mochi in two and ate their respective halves. The taste made all the needless struggle all the more worth it.

"...So what did you think? Was it everything you expected?" Fumikado asked, their mouth still full.

Iyozane waited a moment as they swallowed. It...wasn't quite how Mitori had built the taste up to be (though it could just be because it is cold), but it was well worth it in the end. It almost melted in their mouth, even (albeit rather literally).

"Hm...I'd say so! Can definitely see why Mitorin always loved the stuff now, at least."

"Oh come on! No shock and awe at the taste?" Fumikado pleaded.

They shook their head, "What were you expecting? I'm nowhere near as dramatic as you typically are, you know that."

"Why excuse you!!! I'm as expressive as an emperor should be!" They crossed their arms, pouting.

"Which is really dramatic apparently, but who am I to judge?" Iyozane couldn't help their snicker at the aggravated shout Fumikado let out at that, proving their point.

But that's Fumikado for you. Loud, boisterous, and more than a little dense. There's a certain charm to them though. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stuck with them as long as they have. Still doesn't explain the heart racing whenever they see them smile like that though.

But that's a question for another day. The two just chattered and babbled amongst themselves until the sun set and they had to head home. It wasn't a very interesting story, in Iyozane's mind, but it was well worth it all the same. Tsugumi had missed out! And neither of them could wait to tell them all the ways how.

Psst! Hey! I'm taking requests now! Feel free to drop one in my inbox after reading the rules here (might need to go on desktop first though)!

#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en #len'en project #len'en fanfiction #fujiwara no iyozane #taira no fumikado #I'm late by an hour or two #but consider this request my gift to the world for BoTC's release lol #anyway this request was hard because its fluff #and about characters I don't think about too much #but in the end I had an idea and ran with it #FumiIyo is one of those rare pairings that I usually default to romantic first as opposed to platonic #I think I just like the mental image of mutually pining idiots quite a bit more #(well that and the influence of my mutuals who are FumiIyo shippers)#(you know who you are lol)#also did you know they make mochi in ice cream form #because apparently they do!#I've had store bought varieties before #but never the handcrafted variety described here #it would be neat to try that someday...#but I suppose this fic shall suffice #and hopefully my writing of these two does as well!#(as this is the first time I wrote them for anything longer than a few hundred words oops lol)#(still a good thing to write though!)#boater and brawns (FumiIyo)#forming an empire is hard (new emperor team)#(meant to be in the budding stages of romantic but platonic can work if you squint I guess lol)

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autisticarach · 10 months

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An interesting first meeting

Pairing: hobie brown x Asa Rameriz (kinda they are weird together tbh)

warning(s): none

Summery: The go home machine spits hobie out in one of his friends universe’s only for him to find…

Initially, he isn’t all that sure where the machine spits his out. He knows it’s a room, either a nursery or a bedroom, and that it looks well loved. The room is painted a soft blue, and there’s a fluffy white rug on the floor. All of the furniture is a neat matte black color, with carvings of flowers, vines and unfamiliar symbols as decoration. All of the furniture is ever so slightly worn, well taken care of and loved. There’s a crib against one wall, and a bunk bed set against another wall. The room is ever so slightly messy, but in a comfortable, well lived way.

When a sharp cry, a cry so loud that it sounds like it’s directly in his ear, pierces the air, he ducks out of habit, knives out, scanning the room for any threats. He stands back up looking all over the room to find the source of the noise but in a sudden moment, before even his spider sense can warn him, he’s up against a wall, completely stuck. The cold metal of a knife, held by one of his close friends, rests against his neck, pricking him ever so slightly.

“Hey calm your shit,” he says jokingly, because he figures that this is probably just a prank, when he really takes in Asa. He’s barefoot, dressed in a neat black dress with a white apron on top, and he’s shaking so badly that even the knife trembles.

“Hey love,” he says, ignoring the senses that scream danger, that scream threat, “it’s me,” he says, gentle as he knows how, “it’s just me.” Asa’s shaking seems to calm enough for recognition to enter his somehow brown eyes.

He takes the knife away and somehow he’s still stuck. Asa reaches past him, pulls a knife out of the wall, absolutely apologetic. He pulls out three more and suddenly he can move again. He turns to the wall, realizes that in a second, Asa pinned him to the wall with knives. He’s pretty fucking impressed.

“I’m so sorry Hobie,” He says, bustling over to the crib and pulling out a fucking baby. “It’s just with the kids being home and the stuff that the news has been saying, well, long story sort, I haven't been sleeping and I guess that’s made me more then a little paranoid.” Paranoid, he thinks as Asa checks him over while holding the baby, is not the correct fucking word. Paranoid is for people that are not terrifying and could kill him. He knew there was a reason that he’s friends with Asa.

“Would you like something to eat?” Asa asks politely, rocking the baby back and forth, bouncing it softly. “Is that your..” he trails off, asking without saying anything at all. It’s not that he carers, he’s just curious. “In a sense, she’s my baby sister, her name is Mirabel.” He looks at the baby, the baby who looks almost exactly like Asa. the door opens again and two children rush in, one of them screaming, “Ma!” Asa raises an eyebrow and the child quiets, repeats, “Ma, Luci hit me.”

Asa with an ease that reminds him of the way his mother used to be, strong and gentle at the same time, picks up the upset child and asks, “What happened in the lead up to the hit?” The other child makes an upset noise, silenced by a quick look.

The first child begins to speak, “I was playing and Luci hit me.” Asa raises an eyebrow, hands him a baby,and while adjusting his grip for him, picks up the other child. Look, he knows that being a spider means you’re strong, but there’s something about seeing the way that Asa handles his strength, never fussing or even raising his voice, reminds him why he still works with the society, for the people. “Alright Luci, your turn to tell your side of the story.”

“I was trying to read and Jaya was yelling and I was trying to signal but she wasn’t listening and I lashed out.” See Hobie knows Asa, knows his sharp cruelty and willingness to kill, just like he knows the Asa that works with the new recruits and helps them through their first days with a calm gentleness. This Asa isn’t either of the Asa’s, this one looks quiet and kind, patient.

“Jaya, were you yelling mi demonio?” The child with a more complicated braid in their hair nods, and Asa makes a soft sighing sound. “Okay because neither of you were paying attention to each other I want you to go and practice your signals, deal?” Both of the kids nod and Asa sets them, watching as they run off.

Suddenly he knows how Asa manages to run teams so effectively, because he’s just using the same tactics he uses for young children on teenagers and adults.

“Sorry about them,” Asa says lightly, “We’re working on effective communication right now.” He takes the baby back, and turns away, heading out of the room like he’s expecting Hobie to follow. He shrugs because he’s kind of curious anyways, and heads down the hall after them. The hallway is lightly colored, littered with photos, all with a label in Asa’s slanted writing. The hallway spills into a bright kitchen, with yellow cabinets, white handles and books everywhere. Asa himself is standing at the stove, baby on his back, a spicy scent filling the air.

“I’m just reheating some tamales, take a seat at the table.” He sits, taking off his shoes because he knows that Asa hates the idea of shoes in the house with a violent, burning, passion and he doesn’t want to die today.

“Does anyone at the society know about them?” He asks, watching the way Asa stiffens and sighs. The baby on Asa’s back, Mirabel, giggles at him, reaching out. “No. you’re the only one right now. I’m thinking about telling Diane but I’m scared. I will not lose my children.” He thinks of everything that he has lost, and everything he’d do to protect them if he could.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” Asa turns to him and his posture is loose, and calm. “Thank you so much Hobie, you can’t understand what they mean to me.” He can because he remembers the loss, pain, grief, love, that is family.

“Don’t worry about it luv, now give me some of those tamales.”

#asa rameriz #astv #spiderman atsv #spidersona #spidersona oc #spiderverse oc #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #my heart

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mouthpiece-simp · 1 year

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ougj hello. if requests aren't open disregard this but would you mind terribly if you did pacesetter/reader hcs where reader is a human woman whos a singer in toontown. im starving for pacesetter/reader content

Pacesetter x Human/Woman/Singer Reader Headcanons

Man, do people still do stuff like Human! Woman! Singer! Reader or was that phased out? This is my first time writing fanfic on any noticeable scale in years... I don't know this stuff anymore lol.

👟Graham knew about your existence for a while. Who didn't? You were known as a bit of an anomaly among toons and Cogs since you were human, and both sides tried to recruit you. But all you'd do was sing and perform.

👟So one day he decides he's gonna see what the big fuss is all about and go to one of your concerts.

👟Backstage, one of your crew members told you that none other than Graham Payser was sitting in the audience. You were flattered- you'd heard so much about this dangerous yet apparently very attractive Cog, and here he was in your audience!

👟You do your performance as usual, and once the concert is over you're surprised to find Graham casually waiting backstage for you. Apparently he'd sweet talked his way past security because he was just that curious about you.

👟And he kinda sweet talked you as well... LOL. He was just really charismatic... and enchanting... and cute... and.........

👟Graham dramatically asks you out on a date, and you're a little hesitant since you just met him, but you agree because you couldn't pass up an opportunity like that!

👟And after that you two were a thing.

👟I hope you don't mind a fast paced relationship because he does pretty much everything really fast. It's just his personality. If you can't keep up with him, well... sorry.

👟Graham is very, VERY dramatic. He could get a paper cut and he'll fall to the floor and complain about how much it hurts and how he needs you to kiss him all better.

👟Stroke his ego, compliment him a lot.

👟He's also the kinda guy to respond with, "Who doesn't?" to, "I love you."

👟If you think he doesn't care about you though, you'll be proven very wrong. He will go to some crazy lengths to show his love for you, be it running a marathon or just giving you a hug when you're feeling down.

👟Makes tons of songs dedicated to you. Sometimes they're love songs, sometimes they're just songs he thinks are his masterpieces {well, he ALWAYS makes masterpieces, but like, extra masterpieces}.

👟If you sing for his songs or even make some of your own dedicated to him, he will be like 😍😍😍. Dude will go crazy with supporting you like the dramatic guy he is.

👟Don't be surprised if you wake up at like 4 AM to Graham running around the house getting ready because he thinks the sun is too slow and he's just better than even the sun. PS he got 2 hours of sleep.

👟Sometimes he randomly hugs you from behind and asks, "How's my future wife?"

👟He expects things to be done really really fast, so he's pretty impatient. You will have to help him calm down if you can't speed up the process at all.

👟Graham will try to recruit you into the ranks of the Cogs. It's up to you if you wanna accept it or not.

👟Toons will be hostile to you regardless because you're dating a Cog, though. But your boyfriend will green them for you and help you get cleaned up.

👟If he hears you humming or singing, be it practicing/recording a song or just absentmindedly, he will immediately shut up so he can listen. And when you're done he starts clapping and cheering for you. Might even pick you up and kiss you.

👟Speaking of picking you up, he likes to do that a lot. Prepare to be quite literally swept off your feet.

👟He calls himself your number one fan and will be there for all of your concerts, either onstage with you or cheering for you louder than anyone in the audience.

👟Graham is one heck of a flirt. He loves to watch you get all flustered.

👟Challenge him to a performance battle some time. He'll probably out perform you because he'll keep changing keys, tempos, and even going into the dreaded 6/8 time {good luck LOL}, but he'll love the challenge.

👟Hope you've kept up with his fast-paced personality! Things are never boring around Graham, that's for sure.

#corporate clash #toontown cogs #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #x reader #pacesetter #pacesetter x reader #graham payser #graham payser x reader

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nottapossum · 1 year

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Itty Bitty Imps 5 ❤️Stuck❤️

Notes: Notes: TW: Being shot, being punched, child abuse, toxic relationship, Manipulation, lmk if I should add.

Present: Blitzø

"Blitzø? Blitzø, can you hear me, darling?" Blitzø heard Stolas say.

Blitzø whines, he's in so much pain right now. Why can't Stolas just leave him al- wait, Stolas?

Blitzø opened his eyes and was immediately met with Stolas's big red eyes. He was currently in Stolas's room, with a bullet injury on his left shoulder.

Shit.

"Blitzø, are you alright?" Stolas asks. "Are the bandages too tight?" Stolas touches Blitzø's face, examining him to be sure he was actually okay.

"Ugh, m' fine." Blitzø grumbles, he hates being fussed over, especially by Stolas.

"Good." Stolas says. "What the fuck were you thinking?!" He asks. "Is responsible just not a word in your vocabulary?" He lectures. "How can you go out on your own and allow yourself to be shot?!" Stolas scolds.

Blitzø sighs. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea going out alone, but honestly, he'd probably be fine. It wasn't a big deal, Stolas is overreacting.

"How could you be so reckless? So stupid?! I tell you time and time again to be careful, it's like you see it as a challenge to be more reckless!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Blitz says. "I didn't mean for it to happen this way."

"Sorry? You're sorry? Wh- sorry doesn't solve this, Blitzø! No, I've let this slide far too many times, from now on your playing by my rules!" Stolas says.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Blitzø asks.

"You will be staying here until you are completely healed so I can be sure you're really taking care of yourself." Stolas says.

"What? You can't fucking do that!" Blitzø says. "I have a company to run, and what about your daughter?" He asks.

"Octavia has recently moved out. She turned 18 and decided she was ready to be out on her own; and as for your business, your employees can handle it." Stolas explains. "You need to rest."

"You can't fucking keep me here." Blitzø says.

"You're right, I can't. But I can take back my grimoire and put our agreement on hold until I know I can trust you again. The choice is yours." Stolas says.

Blitzø sighs. "Fine."

"Fine, what?" Stolas asks. "I'm not a mind reader, Blitzø."

"Fine, I'll stay here." Blitzø says reluctantly. "But I am not fucking you!"

"Wasn't going to ask you to." Stolas says.

"Good." Blitzø says.

"Good, I'll call your employees then." Stolas says. "Then we can get some of your things at the apartment, if you make a list of things you need, I can-“

"I can pack my own things, Stolas." Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs. "Blitzø, we can't risk you hitting yourself worse than you already have."

"Trust me, that's the last thing I want, it hurts like hell; but I can pack a fucking bag!" Blitzø insist, getting off the bed as if to prove his point.

Stolas considers it. "Very well, just be careful." Stolas says, opening a portal to Blitzø's apartment.

"You know, it's kinda creepy you can just open a portal to my home; have you done this before?" Blitzø asks, mostly joking but also genuinely curious.

"Oh please." Stolas rolls his eyes and walks over to the nearest phone.

That wasn't a no...

~~~

Blitzø packed a bag like he said he would. He packed some clothes, a few weapons, the usual shit he couldn’t live without. He also packed a few...other things, just in case. He doesn't know how long Stolas will keep him there, and if he starts slipping there are a few things he could do to hide his regression, but he'd much rather be safe than sorry.

Stolas walked back into the bedroom and closed the portal once he realized Blitzø walked back in. "I have a room prepared for you, follow me." He says.

Blitzø was confused. "Wait, I thought."

"What? That I would insist we stay in my room? I have so many, I don’t see the need. However, I suppose you can stay with me if that's what you want." Stolas teases.

"No, no. That's fine.” Blitzø says, a little flustered, he wished he didn’t even ask.

"You are a funny one, Blitzø." Stolas says. He takes Blitzø’s face in his hands; "You know, I'm only doing this to be sure you heal properly, nothing else." He promised.

“Yeah, okay.” Blitzø says quickly.

Why would Stolas care? He can still fulfill his part of the deal with a hurt shoulder; it’s only a minor bullet wound. He supposed Stolas was just making sure his little fuck toy didn’t get himself killed before the full moon…

What other explanation could there be?

Past: Blitzo, age 13

Blitzo was sitting alone in his room, trying to calm himself down from the anger he felt; his eye being swollen from him and his father's argument. Let's just say that thanks to Cash, pain was never uncommon to the imp.

"Are you okay?" Tilla, his mother walked in unannounced.

Blitzo nods. "I'm fine."

"Let me see." She says.

Blitzo sits up, letting his mom examine the wound.

She gently held Blitzo's face to look closer at his eye. "Better put some ice on that." She says.

"I'm fine." He insists again.

But Tilla doesn't listen, she leaves to grab an ice pack and places it near his eye. "Hold it here," she instructs. "It should help."

"Thanks..." Blitzo says, doing as she told him to and held the pack where it was.

Tilla sits down on the bed across from Blitzo. "I'm really sorry he did that." She says. "He's drunk." She explains.

"Not the first time." Blitzo mumbles.

"Blitzo, you know your father loves you." Tilla says, "he's just-"

"Do I? And does he? Mom, he treats us like shit, he treats you like shit!" Blitzo says.

"Language!" She scolds. "I know your father is a complicated man, Blitzo, but-"

"Complicated?" Blitzo asks.

"Maybe if you didn't antagonize him, he may not feel the need to hurt you so much." She says. "You push his buttons even though you know the result!"

"Mom, it doesn't matter what I do! He'll just do whatever he wants anyway; and not just to me, but to Barbie, Fizzarolli, he even does it to you. And whats worse is that you- you just fucking let him do it! You just stand there and take it. You just watch this man beat and fucking sell your kids to whoever he wants! You just let him do it, why?" He asks.

"Because I love him." She explains. "And he loves me, and you. He cares about his family."

"No, he doesn't, you're just delusional." Blitzo says. "That man doesn't love anyone but himself."

"Blitzo, watch it." She warns. "Your father may not be perfect, but he does what he has to keep us safe. He takes care of us so we can have a place to live, so we can eat-"

"So, he can get rich." Blitzo mumbles.

"Do you not like having a place to sleep? Food to eat? Clothes on your back? You are very lucky, Blitzo. Don't be ungrateful." Tilla stands up. "You owe your father an apology once you've both calmed down." She says.

“Cash works hard? Yes, exploiting your children does seem like hard work. I seriously don't understand you." Blitzo says.

"You don't have to." She says gently. Tilla takes his face in her hands again and pets his head. "You will understand, someday." She promises. "When you grow up and fall in love." She kisses the top of his head gently.

Blitzo looked away from her.

Tilla sighs, then walks away to give Blitzo some space.

Blitzo watches Tilla's shadow through the tent; Cash walked over to her, right in front of the wall so he could not only see but hear them as well. "You have to stop babying him, he has to learn not to fuck with me!" Cash says to her.

"He's just a child, Cash; why are you so hard on him?" She asks.

"He's not a child, he’s a disappointment, that's what he is!" Cash argues.

"You don't mean that." Tilla says.

"He gets on stage and fucks everything up all the time, scaring the kids and making a mess of things, he won't ever amount to anything." Cash explains.

"Cash, please, just give him a break?" Tilla asks. "He's your son."

Cash throws his empty bottle on the ground and walks away from her.

Blitzo shakes his head, he walks over to find Fizz's hand mirror to see the damage on his eye. If this is what love is, he wants no part of it.

Notes:

Happy May the 4th! Lol Hope you enjoyed this chapter… or you know, I hope you’re just interested in the story at least- it’ll eventually get more interesting. If you like it, please leave a comment or leave some kudos. That would be cool…. K bye.

#age regression #age regression fanfic #Itty bitty imps #Little!Blitzo #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva blitzo #helluva boss age regression #helluva boss agere #helluva boss blitz

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Primavera - Quiet Spring: Chapter 3

Location: Seisou Hall (Eichi, Rei & Aira’s Room) Characters: Touri & Yuzuru

TL Note:

The Japanese word for “love (愛 / ai)” and is homonymous with the first half of Aira’s first name (although the characters are different).

< That night. Eichi’s room, Seisou Hall. >

Eichi: …………

(*...Sigh* That was a heavier announcement than I had expected.)

(There is a possibility “Chocolat Fest” may be cancelled – If it were my usual self, I would say, “Things like that can happen.” and would have paid it no mind.)

(But I had a hunch that Touri would be shocked to hear the news. I hesitated and wondered if I should have really mentioned it to him.)

(Hehe. The heir to the Tenshouin Zaibatsu is weak to those important to him.)

(I tend to forget where I stand when I’m in front of Wataru, Yuzuru and Touri.)

(Now that I think about it, I’ve been learning about kingcraft for a long time now. They really cared about my health and created “Eichi Day” because of it, but those feelings are so precious and radiant.)

(That’s why I wish to do something for them… Thinking realistically, there is a big problem that is stopping us from holding “Chocolat Fest” at the moment.)

(Delivering love with chocolates, huh…)

(I see. Perhaps, the reason why I feel irritated is because it’s an issue related to “Chocolat Fest”.)

(Because it’s an event where we give love through sweets…)

(Just like how “that person” once gave me love, I wonder what they would think of me now.)

Aira: I’m back~♪

Yup, my vocal lesson today was perfect! The vocal trainer praised me for once today!

They looked like someone scary and strict so it feels even better. Ehehehe, I can’t help but jump for joy ♪

Eichi: Welcome back, Shiratori-kun. I see you’re making progress every day in your lessons ♪

Aira: Huh…? Tenshouin-senpai!? I didn’t notice you there!

Wow, that’s really embarrassing! The room was so quiet so I didn’t think anyone was in here and made a loud fuss!

Eichi: No, don’t worry about it. This is a shared room so there’s no need to be so proper, is there?

Actually, I’m sorry for talking to you out of the blue like that. It’s still a bit early to sleep so I guess you wouldn’t expect someone to lie in bed this early.

Aira: No, no! It’s my fault because I didn’t take a proper look around the room!

But it’s rare and unexpected to see you flopped onto your bed like that, Tenshouin-senpai.

You’re usually sitting on the sofa or a chair so I didn’t notice you on your bed.

Eichi: Yeah. I was a little lost in thought. That’s why I was lying down. It’s a bit embarrassing to have shown you my weak side.

Aira: Ohh… Is there something on your mind?

Eichi: Yeah. It’s about “Chocolat Fest” – In extension, it’s something on the topic of love.

Aira: That sounds really grand…! As expected of you, Tenshouin-senpai – The things that are on your mind are probably something totally different from what I think about.

Eichi: Hehe. I tend to exaggerate things. It’s nothing on that level but… Since you’re here, would you lend an ear to my troubles, Shiratori-kun?

Aira: S-Sure! It’s about love, right? I was kinda curious since my name is “Aira[*]”, after all ♪

Eichi: Thank you. Then, I’ll brew us some black tea while we chat.

Aira: Oh, are you sure? Thank you so much! It’s so ravely to see you’ll brew a cup of tea for me ♪

Eichi: It was the perfect timing as I had time on my hands. Are you fine with Darjeeling?

Aira: Yes! I’m fine with anything you choose, Tenshouin-senpai!

Eichi: Alright. I’ll go prepare the teapot so can you wait a little? You can listen to what I have to say while it boils.

I… Or more so, the Tenshouin family has always been a patrilineal family. All boys born into the family must undergo strict education.

Like my ancestors, I too had to study the family precepts, kingcraft and other various concepts.

But I’ve had a frail body ever since I was born and the burden on my body was dreadful. I tried to run away from my everyday studies.

The only one who was kind to me was my grandmother. Every time I clung to her in tears, she would give me sweets.

It was either chocolates, cookies or candy. Sometimes, I would eat it there but other times, I would secretly take it into my room to eat.

Thinking back, those sweets served as something she poured her love and affection into.

I only realised that when my grandmother passed away, but it was a sweetness my young self needed.

I was thinking about next year’s “Chocolat Fest” and remembered.

Just like how my grandmother once did, I too wish to give love through sweets.

Aira: It sounds quite romantic… I went to see “Chocolat Fest” when I was in junior high school and was looking forward to participating the next year.

But if you’re thinking about it despite already having graduated, then does that mean you’ll be appearing in a Yumenosaki event as a guest?

Eichi: Hehe. As expected of you, Shiratori-kun. You’ve got a good hunch after pursuing idols on an everyday basis.

Actually, just like how the graduated students can hold Valentine’s Day events freely, I plan on holding “Chocolat Fest” at ES. It’s in the review stage at the moment.

If I had more power, I could have the final say in it but…

Aira: ………?

Eichi: No. Just talking to myself. The hot water has finished coming to a boil, so this should warm your cup.

What would you like served with your tea?

Aira: Ehehe ♪ Then, I guess I’ll have to go with chocolate!

I kinda feel like having some sweet chocolate after hearing you talk about it ♪

Eichi: Hehe. I unconsciously led you into thinking that.

Love cannot be perceived with the eyes and that’s exactly why it should be exchanged when it’s delivered. People, items and customs – All things cannot escape from loss.

Frighteningly enough, you may only come to realise it when you lose those things. It simply means the things that you once took for granted may actually be something irreplacable.

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#primavera

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poeticandvaguelysweet · 2 years

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Do you feel like any scenes between the characters were cut? Like I felt there should have been a scene after Claire, Owen and Maisie reunited where like they actually spoke about everything. Whereas it was kinda just left and you have no idea whether that relationship has changed since the beginning.

One thing I feel was cut, or in the least was just a weird choice, was Owen seeing Blue confront Maisie. He came out of nowhere in that scene, so I'm just curious if there is more footage of him messing with his bike or coming out the front door (although the door was closed behind them) and seeing his velociraptor staring down his kid.

Feels like something was cut in Kayla's plane after Owen arrives and the back thingy is closed. They went from standing to being on the ground.

How did they get to Malta? Did I miss that? It's a 14.5hr domestic flight, did they fly domestic? Did someone else fly them? What was that like knowing Maisie was a couple hours ahead of them and they have no idea where she's going on what was going to happen to her.

I felt like something was missing with Maisie and really reiterating that she is her own person, like sure she's a clone. But what they gave us in the film was not enough for me. Could she not have had an interest or a trait that Charlotte did not? Maybe she was actually terrible at science or something?

Also, Maisie just being in fear at Biosyn, girl was seriously not worried for her life or her body at all (until dinos were involved)

And definitely a scene of Maisie apologising for once again ignoring their request to not go past the bridge. She actually did get kidnapped. BUT, I feel like she wasn't really traumatised/fussed by that whole ordeal so I don't know how apologetic she'd be. Definitely just happy to have her parents alive and not have been eaten by the giganotosarus herself. I was expecting an 'I'm sorry I didn't listen to you' and a hug at the very least.

#clawen #maisie lockwood #dominion #answered #spoilers #jw spoilers

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New little snippet idea. While I love Werewolves and I can totally see Jacob as one, I raise you a different were-creature: Weresnake!Jacob.

Why? Because I thought it might be nice to have a different were-creature than usual, and I’d also love the antics that would come with it. Sorry for the long post, but here are some of my ideas. Such as:

Evie and Jacob learning to use his venom with their weapons for extra lethal options, among other things. Maybe they even have a dart similar to the hallucinogenic before being introduced to Aleck, and so they have two dart options afterward. They also coat their blades in the venom if they’re planning on quickly making their way towards a target without much fuss, since not much venom is needed to kill someone in a short amount of time, and they don’t have to aim for the vitals to inflict a fatality. Just a small cut and go, and no one is the wiser.

Evie being a snake expert, because she has to be one if she wants to deal with her twin while he’s half snake. And Henry doesn’t know what to think of it when she handles poisonous Indian snakes so easily, even ones given as gifts to Maharaja Singh. Like, he’s trying not to assume, but she’s an Englishwoman from the London countryside. There’s only one poisonous snake in England and its bite isn’t that dangerous to people. Unless she’s a snake fanatic or something, Henry finds it a bit suspicious that she gets along with Indian snakes so well.

Jacob kinda forcing a slight change sometimes to bring out his eyes or scales. The scales to provide some extra protection, and the eyes freak people out. Jacob loves messing with his enemies especially with his eyes. They don’t know what to make of it, they let their guard down, and Jacob takes advantage. He also ‘scales up’ at least once to protect Evie from blows, even if she can take care of herself, but it still holds an impact between them.

Jacob has more than just the bird tattoo. He also has a snake one curling around his right forearm, where he was bitten as a child. He survived, but the snake bite left a lasting impact, i.e. the curse. As soon as he was old enough, he got both tattoos: The Rook for his caged freedom, and the Adder for his other side that he wishes he didn’t have but he celebrates anyway because it’s still a part of him and it’s helpful.

Jacob doesn’t have Eagle Vision like Evie, not anymore. His vision relies more on heat, so it’s harder for him to pick out people in a hot place, such as with a chimney. He also has a terrible sense of smell unless he sticks his tongue out, but since that’s gross, he disguises to gesture as part of his teasing, childish nature. But with all the stink in London, Jacob finds he’s glad for his bad sense of smell.

Evie keeps a box of little treasures she’s gathered over the years, and one of the things in there are a few reptile scales. They’re large, dark brown, and stiff, about the size of golfballs, and they represent Jacob’s first transformation. Henry sees them one time, maybe while he and Evie are doing the flower pressing, and he asks about them. Evie kinda closes off a little, calls it a private matter, and Henry lets it go. He’s still curious about whatever was big enough to make those scales but he knows better than to push on something Evie is uncomfortable with at this point in time.

Henry doesn’t learn that Jacob is part snake until shortly before the confrontation with Starrick. I like to play the sections in order, so my thought is that Jacob just finished up with Roth by the time Section 9 starts, which is why he’s so angry when he meets up with Evie and why they have such a big fight. Henry calms Evie down while Jacob’s away and so the twins have a chance to talk and apologize before the evening with Starrick and Jacob lets it slip that Roth figured out his secret. This makes Henry curious but when Evie asks him to leave, he does so and the twins discuss it. It doesn’t come up again until they realize that Starrick’s plan was going to happen on a full moon night and so Henry had to take Jacob’s place. Evie does a quick explanation why Henry had to sub in and only explains the whole thing after, and Henry is left with many more questions than answers.

Evie and Jacob are lucky to get the train before the first full moon, because they couldn’t find a good place for Jacob to stay for those nights. But once they have the train, they take an old abandoned cattle car and outfit it with locks and so he has that for his nights. Evie usually joins him and reads by candlelight because she knows he hates being alone those nights.

Jacob loves to fight but has to learn to control himself so he doesn’t accidentally rip off anyone’s arm or something during the illegal fighting matches. Still, it impresses the Rooks and they want to learn to fight like him and it does things to Jacob’s ego like nothing else. He does teach them easier moves, though, because they don’t have the supernatural strength like he does and so can’t do the same things. On the other hand, when someone really pisses him off (i.e. Pearl and Roth) Jacob doesn’t hold back.

Nobody really figures out Jacob has a snake side until Roth, who makes a point of it to know everything about his enemies. And sure, it’s very hard to figure out, especially with next to no information mentioning anything weird about Jacob’s past, but Roth manages to stumble across what he thinks is the truth by the time Jacob comes to kill him. He’s not right, but he’s close, and it terrifies Jacob a bit, to the point where he shows his snake eyes unintentionally and hisses before he kills Roth, with this being Jacob’s final line:

“You don’t know me as I really am, and you never will.”

However, some of Roth’s findings get passed onto Starrick, who tries to find a way to fit that to his advantage, and he does by preparing to grab the Shroud the same night as the full moon. Jacob’s basically taken out of the fight immediately in Evie’s point of view because of that but Jacob knows the importance of the Shroud and insists going along anyway. Henry, however, has to take Jacob’s place in escorting Evie to the event and so they get a chance to dance a little before swinging into action.

Eventually, they track Starrick to the tomb and it’s Jacob who comes to the rescue, but in his snake form, where he manages to bite through the Shroud and poison Starrick. It’s my thought that supernatural things cancel each other out in the AC universe, so while Starrick doesn’t die from the poison, the Shroud can’t heal any of the other injuries he sustains because it’s still trying to deal with the wounds Jacob made. Evie and Henry work together to kill Starrick and once he’s dead, Evie has to calm Jacob down and they get him out of the tomb in time for the sunrise, where they have to find him some clothes before they come across the Queen, leading to their knighthood.

Later, Henry asks Evie why they didn’t take the Shroud with them to possibly help Jacob. Because, if it can heal wounds, why not fix a curse? And Evie shakes her head, pointing out several things. 1) The Shroud was too much for any one person to use, certainly not for selfish reasons, 2) The cancellation of the Shroud and Jacob’s poison was a sign that maybe the Shroud wouldn’t help much, and 3) Jacob was fine with his snake side, so there was no reason to change the status quo. In fact, if Jacob hadn’t bitten Starrick, they may have lost the fight. So, in a way, they owe a bit of a debt to the Adder, and Henry can’t fault that, nor can he fault any of the other reasons. That doesn’t mean he can’t speculate, though.

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flyingcookierambles · 11 months

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i’m too cowardly to ask off-anon, but also like to keep record that it was me. im asking a certain someone this lol its 7:27 pm wed 7/12:

also, i dont like being touched on basically my entire torso/back or neck area, only limbs i think.

(again sorry if this is a long ask! ^ ^ )

Edit: it got answered yay plus then a kind internet stranger gave advice a mini essay in the notes nice!

https://www.tumblr.com/drdemonprince/722689420814434304/hi-sorry-if-this-is-kinda-ramble-y-im-an-25?source=share

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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stepdad!sirius teaching shy and innocent reader how to touch herself (she's of age ofc!)

hope it's okay with u and i didn't make u uncomfy with that request — if i did then im sorry!!!

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today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

a quick note (copied from my last post just in case you missed it): i totally understand if you're not into stepcest! i personally am not upset by it as my boundaries are sexually illegal acts, and it's not illegal. but everyone has different boundaries, and this happens to be the darkest thing i've ever posted on this blog. i understand if you want no part of this, so if you'd like to avoid this content in the future, block #dark mei (at the bottom of this post) to avoid it! I will not judge you for not wanting to read this or see it, and i ask that you please do not send hate towards me for writing it, or the anon for requesting it. everyone has different tastes, and i'm here to indulge pretty much anything that isn't illegal.

on with the blurb! this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. reader is 18+ in this.

god i’m such a whore for the ‘teaching reader how to touch herself’ plotline like idc who it’s with it’s always so hot

Your fingers squirmed aimlessly through your folds, disappointingly bringing no pleasurable sensation. You’d been trying for almost five minutes to find a good spot, a nice pace, anything that felt good at all, but nothing was happening.

You’d gotten curious only a few moments earlier, finally deciding that you wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. You didn’t know why there was so much buzz over touching yourself, frankly it felt quite lackluster, but you wanted to feel as good as everyone said you would.

You were so caught up in attempting to pleasure yourself, twisting your fingers this way and that, that you failed to hear the creak of your door opening, a soft cry spilling from your lips as the only sensation you gained from the experience was pain. You were on the verge of giving up when you heard a soft chuckle from the doorway, eyes blowing wide open as you turned to see who had stumbled upon you.

Sirius, your recently married stepdad, stood in the doorway, one eyebrow cocked pitifully at you, “Oh, darling, that’s not how it’s done.”

The tone of his voice, condescending and saccharine-sweet had a strange feeling brewing in your tummy, the domineering stance he held in your doorway only adding to it. You quickly removed your fingers from under the hem of your panties, cheeks ablaze as you tried acting normal.

“’M sorry, Sirius,” You choked on a sob that came fast to your throat, “I know ‘m not supposed to, but-”

“But you wanted to feel good, yeah?” He stepped through the gap of the door, shutting it softly behind him as he made his way over to your bed, perching on the end of it.

You nodded bashfully, “Mhm, but it doesn’t work. Can’t stop hurting,” You did not miss the twinges of pain that came from your core as you’d fumbled with the concept, glad that you’d had an excuse to take your fingers out.

“Honey,” His voice was dripping now with more condescension than ever, “That’s ‘cause you’re not even wet. Y’gotta get excited first, then it’ll feel better.”

“Really?” Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him from where you laid, “How do I get wet?”

“Do y’want me to show you, baby?” Sirius offered, something sadistic behind his falsely helpful eyes.

“You’ll help me feel good?” You verified, tummy still brewing with the same funny sensation.

“Of course,” He smiled, nodding softly, “Anything for my baby girl.”

You returned his smile, shuffling on the bed so that your legs were on either side of him. He reached slowly for the hemline of your panties, your tummy practically cartwheeling inside of you. His fingers, long and slender and worn, peeled back the layer of fabric as he peered down at you.

“Well, m’pretty thing, it looks like we’re getting somewhere already.”

“What do you mean?”

“Does it feel kinda funny in there?” Sirius let the hem of your panties go, resting his hand on your tummy. You nodded, his touch amplifying the sensation swirling inside of you.

“That’s what I thought,” Sirius smirked, “That’s you gettin’ wet, baby.” He returned to your panties, sliding the material down your thighs, “‘Think it’s ‘cause I’m here helpin’ you.”

“You think I get wet because of you?” You silently committed the information to memory, promising yourself to go back later and think about what it was about Sirius that got you excited.

“Yeah baby,” He cooed, ghosting a finger over your cunt, sending a quick tremble through your legs, “So that means that whenever y’wanna feel good, y’gotta think about me. That’ll do it, okay?”

“Okay,” Your voice came out strained and soft, “I will, I promise.”

“That’s m’good girl,” Sirius smiled down at you, gently easing a finger into your cunt. You sucked in a harsh breath at the touch, expecting the same spurts of pain as you’d experienced before, but instead a gentle tingling sensation accompanied his touch, “Now, let’s make y’feel really good.”

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always.

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist.

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down.

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face.

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!”

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that.

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute.

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it.

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words.

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend.

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them.

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?”

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!”

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you.

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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