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mommys-puppy-tgirl · 25 days

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Two blue screens

I wrote a lesbian robot puppy girl short story. Please enjoy :3 also the pov character is trans.

Pulling into the driveway, I stepped out of the car. Thebsweet smelling rain cascaded across my face, through my hair and soaking into my clothes on the brief stride to the front door. I fumble with the keys, sliding through three on my ring before finding the right one, all the while the water and wind sap my heat. I turn the key, open the door, and step inside, dripping water on the hardwood floors with a plop. I shut the door, remove my wet black sneakers and socks, hanging both on an empty coatrack.

From upstairs I hear my favorite thing. An excited “Woof” compressed and taken from Nintendo’s ds game “Nintendogs.” Following the sweet audio came a rumble of a heavy chassis across carpeting floor and then a “slump,” “bump” and “crash” as my beautiful girlfriend rolls down the stairs in an excited heap, her mechanical tail wagging. She quickly corrects her pose and rises to her feet to embrace me, squeezing tight enough to hinder my breathing.

Hal-E is my adorable robot girlfriend, her tummy and face each having a monitor like a Nintendo DS. The tummy screen currently has nintendogs open and all the necessary buttons to play of ones favorite Nintendo game on it. The bumpers are on her sides and the cartridge slot is hidden on her back. She wears a crop top and booty shorts so that heat can vent properly, and to cover more explicit ports. across her exposed metal are numerous stickers of bands, anime, cute animals, and flowers

I squeeze back, but stop saying. “Wait wait, I’m all wet. Down girl.”

A small green light flicks on when she hears the order. In an instant she gets on her knees, hands on her lap, and stairs up with the same dumb, cute, adorable smile she always has when I come home. I’m already colder without her natural heaters pressed against my body. So I’ll have to go quick so I can feel her again.

“Puppy, wait for me in our bedroom,” I said as I walked into the other room.

HAL-Es green light turned on and she said “I love you,” scampered up the stairs. She’s a robotic puppy girl all the way through. When we first got together she was just a robot girl, but she had fun exploring the internet and discovered puppy play. It was a recursive file in her memory banks. She pleaded with me to make a program that would help fulfill her dreams. As a programmer, I stayed up all night for a week and fulfilled her wishes and embedded it in that nintendogs cartridge. She can take it out any time she wants. But she loves it too much to ever stop being my good girl.

Now alone I removed my wet clothes and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. I ran the cotton across my skin and removed the water from it, but the cold remained. The rain left a lasting chill deep within me, and brought all the grime from that days work to the surface. Now I need my puppy to wash it all away. I walked upstairs to our shared room, opened rhe door and saw HAL-E sitting on the bed. She too was uncovered, revealing the stickers placed upon her breasts. It reads “if lost, please return to Marcy.” When I see that sticker I can’t help but bite my lip.

HAL-Es eyes widened as I entered the room, her mechanical tail wagging faster and faster, smacking against the pillows with a loud “whomp” over and over again. I could tell she wanted to jump out of bed and hug me, tackle me down and kiss me all over. She made sharp pushes against the bed, false starts as she contained her excitement. As I slowly approached the bed, I heard her cooling fans activate, pumping heat out from her head and torso to keep her from overheating. She whimpers, desperate to be played with, for someone to touch her controls and insert data into her.

“Look at how eager you are… so patient… so good…” I said, my voice shifting to a soft sultry tone. “Good girl. Do you want belly rubs?”

She let out another whimper, then a compressed yap. She rolled onto her back and looked up, her digital eyes filled with a burning heat and desire. Her vents pumped warm air all over my legs, a heat that threatened to drag me down onto her. I wanted to take it all, all her warmth and embrace her. But not yet, first we play the game.

“Good girl,” I said, rubbing my hands all over her chassis, my fingers touching the lower ds screen and sending signals into her brain. Several green lights flicked on and off as I touched her, telling me how much she enjoyed it. She was officially in “good girl mode” and now all pleasure and sensations are heightened. Just a tap of her screen sends waves of energy through her circuitry. if she wasn’t on her charging leash no doubt she would lose power.

I moved my position between her legs and told her to keep her head up. Laying down on her warm body was like a car running car in the winter, so warm it melted any ice still within my skin. I placed my thumbs on the buttons and +pad and my index fingers on her bumpers. She squirmed with each button press, the good feelings programmed into her mind. I didn’t have to play for long, for her it would feel like hours of pleasure.

Nintendogs is always a fun time, espreciallt when my girlfriend moans every time I press a buotton. Every time I play with a puppy I’m playing with her mind, and every treat given is a treat she feels. Her vents are pouring hot air, but when I check her power banks she is still charging. After 15 minutes, I pulled up her task manager, I saw how much her cpu and memory was full. All her processes were at their limit! “How about we turn some of these off…” I said.

“Ahh! Bark! W-what?” She struggled to make words after being a puppy for so long. But before she understood what was happening, I had limited her cognitive processes to 30% and boosted her pleasure centers to 120%. This was something she could turn back on if she wanted too, and was within our discussed limits. Messing with her mind, messing with her programming and messing with her wiring and attachments, she lived for it.

Now that she could only bark and whimper, reduced to my dumb, sweet, happy puppy, a puppy full of pleasure, I rose from between her legs and laid across her belly. My breasts pressed against hers, the sticker caught on my nipple, teasing me unintentionally and reminding me how much I love this woman. The warmth exuding from her chest was burning hot and nipples like fresh dripped candle wax. My eyes locked with hers, those digital girl eyes. I locked my lips with her synthetic lips just below her top screen.

Her silicon lips were warm and soft. What others see as fake, to me they were realer than any other. My tongue slid between them, and I felt the zap of her hidden mouth port. The tingle only made me want her more. I kissed and kissed, she squirmed and moaned into my mouth. It was delicious. Her hands were spazzing, fighting the urge to touch the port between her legs. She knew I’d get there later.

I shifted my weight, so that my knees were on her arms and my dick between her breasts. “Be a good puppy…” I said, my voice containing my eagerness, “and suck mommy’s cock.” Her hot lips on my skin almost made me explode, her sensation, her obedience, her eagerness. I own her, and she loves it, and I love it. The jolt of her energy through my body called me to thrust into her mouth, her synthetic tongue caressing the head. Now I had to hold myself back from explosion. I needed to hold off the building tension from below, calling me to unload inside my puppy’s mouth. “She would love it, mommy’s hot cum inside her,” I thought. The devil in me told me to do it, ruin her hot mouth, short circuit her brain with my love. But no. Not yet. I can’t.

My puppy’s eagerness brought her sensual blowjob from a savoring to devouring. Her dumb, sweet, gorgeous puppy programming needed her to get my cum. But I had to keep it from her, like waving a toy over a dogs head, beckoning it to jump for it, only to snatch the toy away before they can lock their jaws into it. I let her go fast, but now I needed to stop before I gave her the prize.

“Good girl, drop it.”

She immediately stopped, but her eyes were confused, begging me to let her keep going. She was hungry for it. She couldn’t even move her arms to bring me back in. She just had to wait, like a good puppy. The Denial fed her eagerness, she needed a release. She needed to fuck her mpmmy so bad, and I could tell.

“Let’s use the gba port.” The gameboy had an insane amount of device attachments to go with different games or products. The attachment we are going to use was not a commercially made device, but Etsy creators sold these for anyone who had a Nintendo DS branded robotic girlfriend who wanted to get kinky. With a little luck, I managed to get a hold of the attachment before they were shut down by a classic Nintendo cease and desist.

From the bedside table, I pulled out a Gameboy advanced dick attachment with vibration and cum functionality. I plugged in the cock to the gba port between HAL-E’s legs (it was placed there to mimic the ds’ original design and got past Nintendo censors). As soon as it connected, the cock hardened and throbbed. The temperature of the dick rose, using it as a heat sink. Her artificial cum leaked out like a doctor checking a syringe before inserting it and I was the patient. I poured lube all over her cock and stroked her twice to get it all over.

I laid on the bed, my legs in the air and my butt propped up against the pillows. My cock leaked across my front, and my asshole puckered. I put my hands on my cheeks and spread them, beckoning my sweet puppy closer. “Be good girl, Fuck mommy…”

Her desperate puppy eyes guided her as HAL-E moved forward and pressed her warm robot cock against my greedy asshole. She moaned and glitched moan, one that splintered and drowned out her screaming fans. Her cocks head pressed into my ass, spreading it and filling me up with her love. Unlike the doctor, she pushed her cock jn and out. “Arf” and “bark” came from her speakers with every thrust. Her eyes were locked on mine and our hands intwinned. Our love was one, her heat and mine, a building cycle. Her glitchy moans. She’s going to cum.

She’s speeding up. Im moaning, she’s barking, she’s such a good girl, such a good puppy. I’m going to reward her so good. “Good girl. Good puppy.” She speeds up again. Faster. Harder. Desperation rising. My cock tenses. I can feel her cock rubbing against my special spot. “Cum with mommy.”

She barks in response, my beautiful dumb puppy.

“3.”

She speeds up, I’m losing control of my voice and moans.

“2.”

She’s overheating, her fans on overtime, my body is so hot too, I love her so much.

“1.”

Her cock is tensing, but she won’t cum until I say. She’s a good girl.

“Good girl… cum.”

We both cum, as she pins be down with her robot body. She locks her cock inside my Ass to make sure I feel her pulsating eruption within me. Such a good puppy. Her screens both turn blue as the pleasure and heat overloads her. It’s too much, her lips lock with mine as she reboots.

Meanwhile I erupt all over our tummies. First on mine, then hers as she leans over to reboot. With deep breaths I embrace her, I give my darling puppy robot girl all of my love. I kiss her lips, sticking my tongue in and moaning “HAL-E” with every thrust. “Good girl.”

I spent 2 minutes with her as she rebooted. It was quiet, broken by a few clicks as the systems worked through and reset to normal levels. With every moment I fell more and more in love with HAL-E, all over again. But every time I couldn’t help but get scared. She doesn’t always blue screen, but when she does I can’t help but worry. She’s told me 100 times that it’s harmless, but I still get nervous.

After those two minutes to calm down, she woke up. Her eyes bright, “hey cutie” she said. Those words made my heart melt. I kissed her again and again, and forever into the night.

(This was written in my notes app, sorry for any typos) :3

#puppy sub #robot girl #transfem #trans #Nintendo ds #wholesome

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popcorntasteamazing · 9 months

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Ninjago: Eyes

I feel like ninjago has a big split on eyes, so I wanted to share what I think about them! Also some things do get repetitive on them so sorry, AND AND this is my ✨opinion✨ if u think differently u can let me know, just don’t be rude abt it :/ Kai: Before S4 he had Green Hazel eyes, and after S4 he had Amber eyes that would flare up red when using mass amounts of power (Ex: When fighting the ice dragon in S11). The reasoning for the color change being all the power that was in the staff, his eyes CHANGED COLOR and you're telling me that there was no effect? Yeah right. When his power was gone in S11, S12 and S5 (for like 2 minutes) they were brown (Also the other times but they are the only two that comes to mind). Also before the color change it was dominant brown Hazel. And his Avtar in Prime Empire has Blue Eyes. Cole: He always had Light Brown eyes that became brighter after reaching his true potential, BUT after the whole ghost thing they had a small green highlight to them and when he was a ghost they were a bright green (not as bright as Lloyd’s tho). Also when he goes sicko mode they become more of an orange with the green highlight becoming a dark brown. And when he lost his powers in S5, S12(?) and some other time they become Light Brown again.

Jay: He had Brown eyes but after reaching his true potential they became dark blue (like a sapphire) and again when using mass amounts of power they become an electric blue. Also he is fully blind in his Right eye, making it a discolored blue, he became blind in that eye after season 3 when he accidentally shocked himself in that eye when fighting a Nindiroid (something to so with them being robots so they like became a toaster in maker and a spark got him in the eye), making his right side his literal “Blind spot” but he and the others (Mostly Nya) helped him find a way to still sorta see his right when fighting. Also “Super Star Rockin Jay” has yellow eyes. Again when he lost his powers in S5, S12 and some other time they became Brown besides the right one.

Zane: Zane has light blue eyes, nothing more to it. THE ONLY TIME that they are different is when they are rebooting or charging, (being gray).When they were the Ice Emperor he had almost TO much of a blue, eyes. Oh and when losing their powers they don’t change because they are literally a part of their design.Idk I need ideas.

Lloyd: So, Lloyds eyes were red in S1 and the majority of S2 until the final battle they became Golden, then after they got their golden powers got snatched they became red again. So instead of using mass amounts of power to make his eyes green, they just have to use their powers, this starts around season 6-ish do to training and all that jazz, but by the time S8 comes around they are fully green. When mad, their eyes will turn purple and also they have lil slits for pupils. When losing their powers in S8-9 they were a very dull red (not bright like they were before they turned green) and they were still green in prime empire and the other times because their eyes were't changed do to reaching their true potential and was just green do to the sheer amount of power they have, or something…. Also also, when possessed by Morro they were a Dark Green. Nya: Like Kai she has Hazel eyes, but they are Blue Hazel, they became light blue after she reached her true potential. And once she lost her powers in S12, seabound, and some other time they became brown. Ok long rant over :3 Should i do more???

#ninjago #big rant #headcanon #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #zane julien #cole brookstone #kai smith

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stellamancer · 10 months

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Gojo + soulmate au LETS GOOOOO!!!?!??!!✨

Pwetty pwease??? 🥺

so. what happened here is erika was so so so excited about the soulmate au that she forgot to tell me her second trope and ran to my DMs to tell me what it was and got "attacked" by images of gojo that i'd left for her like how u leave food out for a stray cat.

anyway.

gojo x reader -> soulmate au + green eyed epiphany

i'm prefacing this with saying this is hard. i think because like. the very nature of a soulmate au (read: this is your fated person) is at odds with the jealousy that comes with a green eyed epiphany. so i think for it to even work the au has to be one where it's possible for only one person to know while the other remains unaware.

which honestly crosses out a lot the funny soulmate ideas i had involving gojo. damn.

i think the best way to go about it would be to do one of those soulmate aus where one person feels pain whenever the other feels pain or is in danger? i think that would be the most appropriate for gojo.

the next question is who's getting the epiphany. like, gonna be honest, it's probably more realistic that reader would be the one to get the epiphany to be 'oh my fucking god i'm jealous over gojo of all people. end me now.' but my au my story and we're letting the blue eyed monster get his green eyed epiphany.

because like. of course you would know that he's your soulmate because you have never really ever felt your soulmate's pain because like.... it's gojo. he's got infinity so usually get hit and feel pain (but oh ohhh it would be fun to include feeling a chest pain like heartbreak when geto leaves!!!) i think there could also just be a lot of horror in being gojo's soulmate just because of who he is lmao. so i think it'd be fun to be a reader who is trying to deny it, does not want it to be him and tries to fight it by dating other people.

on the other side of that, as a regular person, and probably a sorcerer you get banged up enough that gojo can't tell it's you. i mean people get hurt and banged up all the time, how would he know. i think too, it'd be a little funny if he got annoyed at feeling as much pain as he does because shouldn't you, whoever you are, be stronger? lmao.

actually i think it would be fun if the you that gojo knows never seems to get hurt or whatever and so he thinks you're impressive. maybe he's got a crush or thinks you're really cool, but he somehow doesn't know that you are always aching from all the secret training you do. so that way there's a bond between you for him to get jealous over.

so then, we get back to the dating people, or even like an arranged marriage type deal and gojo finds out and like, weakass soulmate be damned, he wants to be with you, whoever is trying to date you or marry you can get lost lmao. i also think that gojo would probably not want to subscribe to the whole soulmate thing. i think he'd be the type to want to make his own destiny.

it'd be fun too, if there was a conversation between you and him about it where he asks you about it in an effort to like get you to not see other people- like the notion that he could be your soulmate hasn't occurred to him (because you are strong and his soulmate is weak lmao gojo u dumbass) , and you just idk brush it off and make it seem like you don't subscribe either (and you wish you didn't)

i think the fic would kinda end with you and him going on a mission and for once you do get hurt and he feels it and it all clicks and he's like 'okay never mind soulmates are cool because it's you.

[send me a ship and two fic tropes and i'll tell you how i'll mash 'em up]

#erika tag #ask games #nikuniku fic talk #i forgot how rambly these turn out #anyway i hope u like this idea LMAOOO #not enough horror #bah #thanks for playing erikaaaaaa

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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yo if your comfortable can I request headcannons/ scenario (whatever is easier for you to write) about one piece boys (zoro law and sanji) would react to y/n using their safeword. Like how they would calm them down and aftercare. Ty💕

after care headcanons

Featuring: Zoro, Law, and Sanji

post type: headcanons

bear note: when I saw this I was blushing hard as a tomate. like AHAHHAHAHAHEHEHEBE! I was squealing! This made my night. So I got you :) im going to link @spideyyeet they made an amazing masterpiece. About using a safe word! I love it! Go check it out! I read that shit back to back!! I still read that shit back to back

@3strapstyle helped me with this one so THANK YOU RUMMIEEE

Zoro

- first off! this man don’t know what after care is unless you tell him

-“STOP ZORO THAT FUCKING HURTS!” You’ll scream the minute he pounds you from behind

- zoro loves anal so I can imagine him being rough with his fat dick in u making u say the safe word

-“GREEN!”

- once you tell him he starts to feel so bad.

-“My bad babe.” he stops now, feeling awkward

-you have to tell him what to do. He’s a slow boy (not too slow though)

-“okay so now what.”

-“do you want to be alone?.”

-“no. I want you to hold me.” you’ll pout at him and look away,

- He’ll let you cuddle on his chest, and kiss you gently,

-“did I go too rough on you.”

-“way too rough, my butt hurts” you’ll sigh

-after a few minutes of cuddling he’ll give you a proper apology “I’m sorry…I’ll try my best to not get too carried away.”

-than try to rub your ass to make it “feel better.”

Law

-this man is into s&m

-he wants to call u all sorts of names, spit in ur mouth, mark u up

- loves IT ROUGH AND MESSY

-“purple!!” If You’ve been too overstimulated, or lost conscious. He’ll understand what you’re trying to say and will ask

-“do you want to stop or take a break?��

- regardless when u say the safe word he stops instantly

-can make you overstimulated within 45 seconds (it’s because his size he’s long and thick)

- “I’m sorry baby, does it hurt right here?” He’ll try to figure it out where it hurts and massage your sore spots

-“you did amazing baby, I’m so sorry for going too rough on you” he’s doing his job as a doctor and as your partner to praise how amazing you are, treat you well

-will immediately give you pain killers, and make you something to eat.

-draws you a bath to help with sore muscles. very sweet of him

- literally does whatever you want

-"don't worry about me not cumming. ill consider this my punishment. I like to edge myself anyway"

-spoils you and of course will give you a snack, y’all will probably just stay in y’all’s shared room, and go to sleep

Sanji

> tears were starting to flow through your eyes. all it was blurry… “blue!!” you screamed out crying, unintentionally hitting his shoulder a few times.

> Sanji immediately stoppped and hugged you.. “shhh…it’s okay..honey... im..sorry…did I go too far on you…” He’s wiping your tears.

>If You were too overstimulated to explain yourself, he’ll be holding you and continued comforting you until your breathing was back to normal.

> When you had enough energy to talk about why you stopped him, you’ll explain to him on why you just wanted to please him since he always pleases you. you thought you were going to return the favor and it’s okay.

> Yes giving both partners the same amount of pleasure is needed, but communication is most necessary, that’s what Sanji was trying to tell you.

“Darling look at me. You’re okay.. im glad you told me. if we kept going..you could’ve been jelly on toast.”

- kissing the top of your head, before taking another hit of his cigarette. you giggled a bit which indeed made you feel a bit better. rubbing your back, and tracing your stretch marks, holding your hands. Kissing you everywhere. He just is an aftercare king.

“Let me to draw you a bath, and hold you okay..a princess like you should be treated with the best care as possible.” he carried you in bridal style into the bath. he washed your hair, you body and everything.

> MANS EVEN DID YOUR HAIR ROUTINE FOR YOU!! OMFG! So you didn’t have to do it.

“You use this one right princess?”

- He was so gentle and kind with you.

> The way applied the oil in your hair, scrunched your curls,and gently brushed your hair kissing your hands.

> You instructed him step by step on what to do and he does it flawlessly. 😩❤️

> when it came to you getting hungry, he made you your food from childhood. admiring how you’d eat it.

Whether it was something small or something big to fill you up. it’d be something to help soothe you. Because sanji loves you and will do anything to please the love of his life.

#one piece imagines #one piece x reader #law x y/n #law x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x afab reader #sanji x fem reader #pirate hunter zoro #sanji fluff #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year

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do NOT GO TO LE BAIN NEAR THE HIGH LINE

ur depressed n hungover n the wifi is out at your house even though u pay for it ur roommate scammed the electricity company the entire last year til they just now recently caught on so now we just have to pay but the power was out for a couple hours, either way the summers in bushwick always seem to make ur cell service weird. u kinda feel sad texting ur crush and theyre all green bubbles instead of blue ones w read receipts. it feels alot like hot sugar sinkies with the emo couple that keep missing each other and giving weird hot n cold signs til she od's on xans and he gets clocked in the back of the head w a bottle and all u can see is how they were both typing messages to each other but it never got sent. so u end up oversharing venting at klom klorm and having strangers tell u to start a radio talk show or something and u remember the last time u were here u ordered 4 pitchers of sangrias at 11am with ur friend, left properly tipsy but got a bottle anyway then went drunk thrifting at L train…in between getting ketamine delivered to u it was a fun lil salad.<3 we all go separate ways then link up again for afterparties n drinks, yr sent out to find a vape in midtown near grand central terminal and yr lost AF n kinda feel like a disappointment cuz back in La la land everything is so accescible n u hate coming back empti handed for yr friendz [ur also like never gonna forgive yrself for asking a REAL NEW YORKER a year ago if there were more bodegas in the city in comparison to brooklyn, sigh. whateverz.]

bartschland had a top energy cute fashion party at the standard at the high line near the piers on a tuesday night/morning and yr friends getting too drunk at the pregame and fell to their knees at the club entry while tourists laugh. u cuss out the tourists that are laughing and making fun of ur friendz for tapping out. i hate how mean ppl kan b. like y stand there n laugh while u have access into the club to get water. there needz to be more kindness in the world smh. le bain should let EVERYONE in too but dont ever go to the one near the standard high line anymore.

moral of the story: no matter what ifwe tapped out or not we are always pheonixes never just the flames. and no one can take our light away we wont hide it either under a bushel or rock or however the fuck that song goes, and if ur purse catches on fire u better put it out with ur body.

[christian trauma is very real for meh.]]

but u love yr friends sm so many good memories with them like losing ur sock at bossa nova / blacking out after we mixed molly in our drinks in the bathroom and also tht same nite losing ur FAV bell bottoms ur shitty landlord back in LA left at that overpriced house u rented after graduating college in like FUK they made ur legs look sooo long, u took ur digis for ur modeling agency in them but whatevs.

U've dropped molly w them at 1pm just to celebrate the beginning of bk fashion week at bush terminal park but like we got kinda lost cuz why is it so fucking big and circley to begin with....u sat on what u THOUGHT was grass but it was like a big SPIKEY fucking ROCK and u end up with a big scrape on ur butt. whatever it wuz like kinda kute like a KUTE lil kiss and ur a power bottom anyway…..it all works out for everyone.

meeting Fabio [heart eyes insert] <3 at the kick off event was surreal AF. he gave us a ted talk about ethical non monogamy and almost consentually kidnapped us in his van full of stuff he found off the STREET. hows that for treasure n THRIFTY FINDS street/STOOPING EDITION w splash of hoarding w charitable motives. a brazilian woman stopped me to ask me to model her yellow purse in the mystery van, i guess it was a vibe i did look v much like the prodigy of karl largfield except like much less predatory n masculine.

so sorri to everyone we consistently call n text together when we are drunk n tipsy n rolling, sorri to everyone who had to hear us sing wonderwall by oasis off tune n out of key but no regrets. if u hate it lose mi number. but no regrets, life is better without them. we r all human experiencing human thingz, human desires, human flawz...no regrets!!! even the nite we got covid together at mr purple. many closeted lesbian vibes there n aggressive men from yonkers. the uber ride to the after party was fun tho.

ANNDDD the random gemini boy who was 1/4 racist who took us into this hotel to do blow in and get free hot green tea. v excited for VIXEN MAW's concert june 11th, grindcore is kute n KAWAll.

typing this all on the subway w personal hotspot, never thought i would have the audacity to be one of THESE PPLZ. guy nxt to me is singing sad gurlz love money Bollywood edition while swiping on grindr. i just know i HAVE GOT TO GET HOTTER and stop dating musicianzz. anyway.

GO PARTY ANYWHERE BUT DONT GO TO LE BAIN AT THA HIGHLINE .

#blog

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moonbinscirera · 1 year

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I'm back!! Sorry for not replying for a hot second 😭 yess let's get lost together 😂😍🤩

It definitely is so hard and I dislike it greatly 😕 pleaseee racism porn is such a good word 😩 so real that our experiences are not universal and it's weird to expect it as such!!

Angst 🫦🫦🫦🫦 and yess brain itching omg we got to love the feelings becoming real - that oh shit moment is so good + bonus points if there's more angst after that because you know - unnecessary feelings 🥵

Ooh a rare pair! Life is so hard for no reason for rare pair ships 😔 I feel like no ship should be too underrated and yet they are 💔 omg wonhao dynamics!! We need more 95z with their baby 97

Hehe jsjakakak you are so totally normal and super chill about hao I couldn't even tell 😗 hahaha don't worry I am very much the same with my own bias I believe 🫣

*gripping my armchair* no stress no stress no stress hahahahahahahaha -

So true that we're the harshest critics 😩 I will NOT allow you to be too hard on yourself though >:( but it really do be treacherous waters out here... I'm definitely grateful for the support I've received despite it all

Omg!! Health IT seems like a really cool field 💪🏼 wishing you so much luck, I know you got this 🥳🙌🏼🫶🏼

LMFAO AT THE JAY WHY PEE PIC I LOVE IT!! 🤣😂🤣😂

🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ I think I asked you what colors you like to work with BUT what about your favorite colors just in general? I'm gonna guess blue might be one you like 🤭 will you prove me wrong hehe?

omg u accidentally left me on read and then i accidentally left u on read 😭 so lets call it even 😭 i was even gonna say i dont mind but then we got busy tryna drive home and then i slept all yesterday 😮‍💨 so sorry

shsyshsss YES! because then homies all like "no theyd never like me back its all for the act theres no way it isnt" its so 😚😚 whats ur fave fanfic trope? ( im sorry if u already said 😔)

no because when ur a rare pair ho ur archive be less than a thousand deep spread out over 5 years your standards on what u wont read drop like a egg 😮‍💨 and i need more 95 the way cheol folds up into peak bby girl for hao??? joshua is always tryna smooth over his sulking 😭 jeonghan... idk i cant get over that hide n seek game they did for gose when hao was so mad at hannies cheating he hunted him down my mans put on his sonic shoes to get him 😭

well then i wont let u be harsh either!!! 😤😤😤

thank you 😭 its supposed to be a very flexible field that has alot of different types of places i can work for so i hope itll be a good move 😭 idk

i cannot prove you wrong~ blue is in my list of fave colors i like but green is my absolute favorite! it goes like 1. green 2. blue 3. purple 4. pink 5. black 6. Red 7. white 8. orange 9. yellow 10. brown 😌 how bout you 👀

#query: complete #im sorry for taking so long #really 😭

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Hoooh boy you're definitely not gonna be prepared for what Nonny and the Schneidermann's are wearing then, because Jesus Christ me and my friend truly went "the only people who would love you are the ones with more or equally atrocious fashion styles" with that one out of the way, let's start tame with Y/N because I forgot a key characteristic of hers :)

-Nothing much to say about Y/N, Beige stop that reveals her midriff and light blue shorts, BIG RED CLOWNSHOES WITH HEELS, also the thing I forgot was that she literally does not have a face and has to manually apply waterproof makeup so that she looks like a normal person everyday. The game starts off with her make up routine actually lmao I think it wasn't much of a problem for her, because most of her face was hidden thanks to her bangs anyway, but she still enjoys doing it

-Here comes our favourite Hackerman meow meow, so like, his outfits that I described before? Still pretty accurate, Mans got Black hoodie, though I think he has grey sweatpants instead of black pants, oh and also he's got BIG PINK BALLERINA SHOES WHOSE STRAPS GO O N T O P OF HIS SWEATPANTS AND END AT HIS LOWER THIGHS O_O I didn't describe them last time, partly because I totally forgot he had them until I saw his traditional character sheet and partly because I didn't see them in the game, since his sprite cuts off right above where the shoe straps end. So yeah, do with that information what you will. Also he had a straight up Lenny face at first, no eyecolor, just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Also also he wasn't 7 feet 8, he was 9' 2" O_O .

Extra quotes we wrote on his sheet: "giiirl, get back inda BASEMENT" "Are u lost, babeygrill?" "He's got NO lips!" "He's never gonna get a kiss kiss very UGLY!" "No kiss for him"

-J. Schneidermann (because writing his full name would clutter this already long ask oof) so, pink cap with a heart on it uwu. Straight up rainbow dash hair, except short, no face because he anime blushed too hard (he actually has one, unlike Y/N but we just didn't draw it) a long sleeved shirt that's various shades of blue and INTENSE shoulder spike (not horizontally, they go vertically up to his ears) green saggy ass pants that approximately reach his ankles and have GUTSCHI written on it (makes him look like a fucked up hamster ngl) lots of chains on his wrists and pants, ears are pierced, and the most notable detail, he has mismatched shoes that he shares with his cousin, one red high heel and one... black boot or black sneaker I can't tell. He's also smoking a red vape in the pic and has a gold chocker

-B. Schneidermann, black fluffy hair that apparently also covering his face because we didn't draw him one either (rip Schneidermann face enjoyers) mirroring his cousins general outfit, except we can actually see the divide between his legs with the red loose pants he's wearing, rainbow long sleeved shirt, I think he was also supposed to have the ridiculous shoulder spikes but they look more like a high collared cape that's reaaaaaaaally short instead, 1 gold bracelet on each of his wrists and smoking a golden vape too, wears the other part of the mismatched shoe pair. He's also holding a banana and a hotdog (I think it's a hotdog at least) also wears a silver choker

Btw if you're wondering what the hell is up with the Schneidermann shoes, it's inspired by another thing we had to do in German period, be basically got a story from a newspaper that we had to retell in another way, the story we got was "Asian man steals peoples left shoes" like, specifically only the left one, which reminds me that Kim Hojungseo would be shoe thief considering that we drew a shit ton of shoes on his sheet lmao.

Extra writing on Hojungseo's sheet: "I only listen to REAL music!" "Save the fucking turtles b-baka! ùwú" "how can mirrors be real, when our eyes aren't?" "Crying on the inside"

I think I'll probably yassify part of their designs, not too much tho, oughta stay true to their OG vibe after all 😔✊ also this felt like a My Immortal chapter with these lengthy character descriptions, still kinda feel that I don't do em justice, they rlly are the kinda character designs that you simply need to ✨experience✨for yourself to truly understand. Also sorry for clogging up your asks you can tell me when to stop just sayin :,)

-Ren'py anon

Wow.

What an

Experience.

I do need these game files ASAP.

Why are the swedish cousins ESPECIALLY ugly 😭😭😭 a golden vape too??? Bro is living the life. WHY DID YOU GIVE THE WORST AND BEST CHARACTER THE HYPEBEAST AESTHETIC??? HELP

I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE

YOU AND UR FRIENDS GAVE NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS A CHANCE TO BREATHE. YALL REALLY WENT, "Let's give them as much as icks as we can."

The genderfluid aroace urge to accept stoner swedish cousin and hacker nonny for who and whatever the hell they are is strong,

but I have standards I must stick to 💔

The pants on Stoner swedish cousin are questionable to say the least, but hey, at least the got them chains 😎 although his hair is a 🚫off

Hair is a BIG PART of attraction for me so 💀

In another world, he would've looked like that blonde boy from 6teen that was voiced by Chris Mcleans VA

Hacker nonny. Hacker NONNYYYYYYYY MY BOY

At this point, there is only friendship, listening to his funky ass one liners yall wrote, going to his bad private home ballet practices and kicking the back of his knees. Being over 6'8 is an ICKKKKKKKK

I'm 5'5 so, baby this ain't gon work </3

Y/n is awesome. I love how their hair conceals so much of their face, but they just do paint it on anyway. Taking no eyes Y/n to the next level I see 😎

Tbh Y/n and stoner swedish cousin are the only love interests to me now. Y/n should be able to say, "Yeah, humans are fucking FREAKS. I'm the hottest one here tbh." AND GO ON WITH THEIR DAY AS PER USUAL.

Y/n gotta go shoe shopping b4 hand bc WOOOO BOY those clowns shoes ain't it.

Koreaboo bf cousin can go fuck himself bc I hate how he's affiliated with 'Kim hojeongso' or whatever the fuck his name was.

And its okay renpy anon! Send in whenever you'd like! Even though it takes a little while to read through everything and try to include most of everything, I dont mind it all that much!

Thank you for being even comfortable enough to talk about your personal creation with me like this! I enjoy everything you have brought to the table and I'm excited if you have more. Thanks so much Renpy nonnie <33 ilysm

#renpy anon game #yandere #hacker nonny #stoner swedish cousin #kim hojeongso #more like kim kyle jackson #OMGGGGGG I FUCKING HATE HIM #IM GONNA NEED A PUNCH OPTION BC I CANT STAND HIM #THAT GOES FOR HIS SWEDISH BF TOO #stoner cousin and stay <3 #Y/n is a baddie ngl #slay queen #😍😍😍#DONT LET THESE WEIRD ASS HUMANS PULL U DOWN BITCH #YOU A REAL MF!!!

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 10/09/2022

The charts never stop. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

There is a certain world event that particularly affected the UK that happened yesterday as of writing, yes, but it doesn’t affect this week’s chart due to the tracking week so... I’m not even going to mention it. “B.O.T.A. (Baddest of Them All)” by Eliza Rose and Interplanetary Criminal spends its second week at the top, and as always, we start with the notable dropouts, which are songs exiting the UK Top 75 – which is what I cover – after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, we bid farewell to “Yellow” by Coldplay, “Hold This” by HStikkytokky and J Fado, “Big Energy” by Latto alongside the remix with Mariah Carey and DJ Khaled, “Peru” by Fireboy DML alongside the remix with Ed Sheeran, and finally, “Where Are You Now” by Lost Frequencies and Calum Scott. Whilst there weren’t many, there are three heavy-hitters that dropped off the chart this week, and that’s pretty notable going into the autumn.

Elsewhere on the chart, we have our gains and returning entries, and there are just as many returns as there are new arrivals, those being “Brazil” by Declan McKenna at #74, “WAIT FOR U” by Future featuring Drake and Tems at #72, “When it Rains it Pours” by Bad Boy Chiller Crew at #69 and “Getting Started” by Sam Fender at #64. Whilst some big tracks like “Afraid to Feel”, “21 Reasons” and “Green Green Grass” got hit with ACR this week, this allowed for some movement upwards, with our notable gains, and it’s actually a pretty decently sized list. Said list includes “Propeller” by JAE5 featuring Dave and BNXN fka Buju at #66, “Deep Down” by Alok, Ella Eyre and Kenny Dope featuring Never Dull at #63, “Seventeen Going Under” by Sam Fender at #59, “Calm Down” by Rema at #51, “Atlantis” by Seafret at #50, “Energy” by Bugzy Malone and MIST at #39, “2 Be Loved (Am I Ready)” by Lizzo at #38, “Matilda” by Harry Styles at #37, “Mary on a Cross” by Ghost at #28, “There’d Better be a Mirrorball” by the Arctic Monkeys at #26, “Another Love” by Tom Odell at #20 thanks to some viral busking video, “Under the Influence” by Chris Brown at #14 (Jesus Christ) and re-entering the top 10, “Super Freaky Girl” by Nicki Minaj at #6.

Our top five on this week’s UK Singles Chart consists of “Late Night Talking” by Harry Styles at #5, “Not Over Yet” by KSI and Tom Grennan at #4, “I Ain’t Worried” by OneRepublic at #3, “I’m Good (Blue)” by David Guetta and Bebe Rexha at #2 and of course, “B.O.T.A.” at #1. Now, considering that I haven’t really had the time to consume new music as much as I’d wish to, we can skip Off the Charts and start discussing the new songs. Hey, it’s been a busy week, at least for me and I guess, Ms. Truss, though she doesn’t have to decide which MP was the Best of the Week.

NEW ARRIVALS

#56 – “New Gold” – Gorillaz featuring Tame Impala and Bootie Brown

Produced by Gorillaz, Greg Kurstin and Kevin Parker

Are you telling me that all this time, the way to get Gorillaz to chart this high was just to add Tame Impala? This is the virtual band’s highest charting hit since 2010, and to say I have a history with Damon and co. would probably be an understatement. The first three-album run and Humanz is a damn good stretch, yet from that 2017 album onwards I’ve fell out of love with Gorillaz as both a concept and a musical vehicle for Damon Albarn. It happens: you age, you grow out of things, but man, I rarely get to talk about music as dear to my heart as some of Gorillaz, so it’s tempting to ramble about some of my favourite songs from them... but I’ll refrain. My favourite is Plastic Beach and my top five songs are “Slow Country”, “On Melancholy Hill”, “To Binge” with Little Dragon, “Rhinestone Eyes” and “O Green World”, in that order. I haven’t followed Gorillaz nearly as closely as I would have, and to be completely honest, Song Machine was a huge disappointment, so my expectations are kind of tempered. I will say that Jamie Hewlett’s art direction is just as unique and perfectly “Gorillaz” as ever – I don’t usually comment on visuals or album art but that’s missing at least 20% of the experience here. As for the song... well, this was made for an into-way-too-much-depth Gorillaz fan like me. Not only does it reunite them with Bootie Brown formerly of the Pharcyde, who appeared on the classic “Dirty Harry” and delivered a killer verse, but he’s also dropping references to both the massive hits of that album cycle – “Feel Good Inc.”, “DARE” – but also a cut I don’t think people even acknowledge, but in my opinion are pretty underrated; does anyone remember “Revolving Doors”? Sonically, it feels pretty all-encompassing also: it’s got the Song Machine philosophy of cramming guest features and ambitious ideas into one piece but in a more compressed, groove-based pulse much like Humanz, the fevering synths of Plastic Beach... so why don’t I like this? Well, those synths have their buzz filtered and watered down by a really non-sticky chorus from Kevin Parker, who frankly serves very little purpose here. The groove is slick but Bootie Brown can’t really catch a good flow on it, he sounds really awkward, and some of the lines are stiff and heavy-handed. There’s not a solid enough bassline to really compel any of the blaring back down to the ground, and the bridge wherein Damon – or 2D – actually appears just seems a tad perfunctory, especially if he’s going to echo the “5/4” melody in a way that just piles on the references. It feels like a kind of shallow attempt at fanservice, and I’ll admit, I kind of fell for the concept, but don’t hear this working as a song... at all, it’s actually pretty bad. Of course, when I’m actually a fan of the group, they end up disappointing me on my own show.

#49 – “Kiss Me” – Dermot Kennedy

Produced by KOZ, Steve Mac and Scott Harris

First of all, no. Second of all, this is the latest singer from Irish singer-songwriter Mr. Kennedy, and I mean, it’s no Sixpence None the Richer. In fact, I kind of hate this too. The pop-rock “instrumentation” just sounds stock, providing all of the energy of American Authors with the sad-dog enthusiasm of X Ambassadors very much prevalent in the backing vocals. It’s not like our lead vocalist is doing any better either, considering the vocal mixing sounds surprisingly cheap and he almost sounds out of rhythm trying to strain the anthemic chorus into a track that is so unwilling to allow for much more than a copy-paste monotone. This needs a chugging guitar riff, or at least actually live drums: that chorus is begging for a pop-punk version, and Kennedy’s voice could really work on more organic or at least rock-influenced production. Why he continues to go against that in favour of these schlocky 80s pastiches is beyond me, but hey, he and Tom Grennan can at least be partners in the crime of squandering their potential through dreadful non-existence and trend-chasing. At least the song works lyrically, and has enough melodrama to get me relatively invested, but that might just be all the more frustrating when it can’t be done justice.

#48 – “Living Without You” – Sigala, David Guetta and Sam Ryder

Produced by Sigala, Jarly and David Guetta

Speaking of Tom Grennan, he actually has writing credits on this and honestly, it’s just as soulless... and I kind of like it, maybe in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I’m kind of surprised that Ryder’s follow-up single is just an EDM feature, but he does his best here giving some kind of rasp to his processed vocals, generic lyrics and really, any kind of humanity before the David Guetta robots get to it. As always with Sigala, there’s a tropically-tinged level of grandiosity to it all, especially with the 90s pianos, that make it club-ready and honestly could be seen as pretty fun, especially with some of Ryder’s ad-libs, but it is a bit flat overall. I like the intensity of the strings and especially the borderline PC Music vocaloid drop but everything feels a bit too compressed and flattened into this one mix that doesn’t really let anything shine in its own particular way. It’s not all that good, but it’s energetic and catchy, and I could see it lasting. That’s better than the last two songs at least.

#29 – “I’m in Love with You” – The 1975

Produced by George Daniel and Matthew Healy

I’m placing my bets on The 1975 for any sense of quality this week, aren’t I? Well, turns out that I would have more luck going on gambling websites because I’m not a fan of this either. Sure, the lush guitars and generally pleasant, fluttery vibe is cute, but surprisingly non-distinct for The 1975. Mr. Healy adds his typically overdone vocals to make sure he can stamp this as a song by his band, but otherwise, it feels pretty stock. For Dermot Kennedy, that’s an observation, for The 1975, that’s a concern. The stuttering chorus doesn’t bother me, and I prefer his delivery there to the obnoxious Charlie Puthisms in the verses... but of course he had to go and say that FKA twigs showed him her “black girl thing” and he didn’t understand it and oh my God, why would you write, sing, mix and release that ignorant lyric? I get that part of their shtick is self-deprecation and blissful ignorance, but there is nothing painting him in the wrong there, so it’s just left as an awkward pre-chorus that dangles there and makes things kind of awkward for the rest of the song. With a pretty odd mix that all of these singles have had that shallows the impact of pretty much everything here, really, what are we getting out of this other than second-hand embarrassment?

Conclusion

Well, this was a dreadful week, and for no other reason than these four mediocre songs. Worst of the Week goes to Dermot Kennedy for “Kiss Me” with a Dishonourable Mention to The 1975 or Gorillaz – pick your poison for who made the worst “alternative” breakthrough track this week. I suppose Best of the Week goes to “Living Without You” by Sigala, David Guetta and Sam Ryder but honestly, who cares? Thank you for reading, don’t watch BBC News, and I’ll see you next week.

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KSJDNFJSKFJ

Doc: Grian! You're bleeding! What's your type!?

Gri: Tall... Green skin... Red eyes....

Doc: ...your blood type

Gri: oh, red ig

Aka pls sth funny/fluffy/crack if u want ofc

uwu 👉👈

~🐌

Sorry this was more angsty than intended and less fluffy, but you know me ♥ ~ Doc was comfortably sitting on a small meadow close to the Hippie Camp, leaning against a tree, eyes closed, enjoying the warm air and the smell of flowers. There was a giggle and Doc couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth twitching upwards at hearing the sound. “No, Ren! I’m gonna do it! I can do it! You can do Scar for all I care!”

Doc opened his eyes for a second in slight confusion, looking over to the group of Hippies sitting in the middle of the flowery grass and collecting said flowers. Deciding that whatever they were talking about had to do with the flowers, he closed his eyes once more. He was glad their little ‘war’ was over. He had missed hanging out with Ren. And Grian tagging along was just a bonus. He did enjoy the little gremlin’s company a lot, even if he’d never say it aloud. Grian was just something else. At first glance he had thought the guy was a prankster and nothing more. A cheery person. But as he had gotten to know the other man, he had realised that there was so much more to Grian. They had gotten into some serious discussions and Grian had always surprised him with in-depth knowledge of different areas. Though sadly, redstone wasn’t one of those topics. Grian always looked at him wide eyed and confused when he got into the technical talk… Which was kind of adorable on itself. And maybe that was the reason Doc brought up that topic as often as he did.

A soft touch against his hair and Doc’s eyes snapped open, looking up into Grian’s smiling face.

“It suits you”, Grian simply stated with a giggle. His blue eyes seemed to shine as bright as the sky and it took Doc a second longer than he’d like to admit to notice what Grian was talking about. He glanced upwards to the ring of flowers that had been placed in his hairs, red and white with different leaves interwoven into it. He smiled softly.

“Thanks.”

He could see Scar a few metres away looking rather flustered, a blue flower crown on his head that seemed to have flowery dog-ears attached to it and yellow flower bracelets that Impulse was putting on him. Those Hippies were really something else.

Doc slowly stood up and Grian followed swiftly. Too swiftly, losing his balance and stumbling into Doc, who would have easily caught him if his foot hadn’t caught on a small root on the ground sending them both tumbling down. He lost his orientation for a moment and then leaned up, looking down slightly dazed. Grian was lying below him, looking up at Doc, though something was weird. There was no amused laugh, no sparkling in his eyes. No witty comment about them both falling down. He seemed to look right through Doc, breathing quickly.

“Grian?” “Don’t hurt me, Sam. Please don’t hurt me”, he whispered, voice sounding so panicked, his whole body shaking.

“I’m not- Grian? I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I promise I’ll be good. Don’t hit me again.”

Doc’s eyebrows furrowed, but before he could think about his next action, someone grabbed his arm, pulling on it with gentle force.

His eyes darted to the side, where Ren had grabbed him, worry written all over his face.

“You need to get off him. Your hand is on his throat.”

Doc looked back down again and true to Ren’s words his hand was resting right on Grian’s collarbone, but he hadn’t been putting any pressure on said hand. Nonetheless he quickly pulled away and stood up, letting Ren sit next to Grian, talking softly to him, far too quiet for Doc to catch most of it. Though what he heard was Ren assuring words that ‘Sam’ wasn’t there and couldn’t get into this world. He kept telling Grian he was safe.

It took a good while and Doc walked over to Impulse and Scar to give them some privacy, though he couldn’t help but keep glancing back at those two, Grian now wrapped in an embrace by Ren. He was deep in a half hearted discussion about redstone with Impulse when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at Grian, who had a slightly haunted expression, but was still trying to smile.

“Sorry for spooking you like that earlier, Doc.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t know-”

“Yeah. And that’s why you’re not to blame. You couldn’t have known. Just-” Grian’s eyes moved to the side and he looked so small suddenly. He had always been small next to Doc, but to Doc he had never seemed smaller than right now. “My last partner used to get a bit violent. Sam… He hurt me. A lot. Ren’s helping me work through it though. Just… Being pushed to the ground unexpectedly gave me a little flashback. I’m… I’m fine.”

Grian took a shuddering breath and finally looked up at Doc, the smile looking more genuine now, a small blush adorning his cheeks. “I had lots of fun today. I really hope we can do this more often. I enjoy spending time with you.” Grian stopped for a second and his cheeks only seemed to redden more. “With you all I mean. The whole group. Us all together, yes.”

Doc just smiled.

“I love spending time with you too.”

~*~

Doc’s blood froze the moment he looked at his communicator.

Samgladiator joined the world.

Xisuma had never told them about anyone joining their world. And it was only a month until their next jump. New people usually joined when they started fresh. But what really shocked him was the name.

Sam.

He still remembered Grian’s words. About Sam hurting him. The scared look in his eyes when he had thought Doc was that Sam guy. Hopefully he was wrong. There were multiple people called Sam after all. Maybe this was a completely different person. Maybe this Sam had just landed here on accident or to help some Hermit with a farm or maybe-

His communicator beeped again.

<Grian> HELP!

Doc was in the middle of handling delicate redstone for his machine and he knew that if he’d stop now he’d have to start all over again from the beginning. And yet he didn’t hesitate, dropping the redstone cable in his hand and flicking a lever that made water wash over the redstone circuit he had just spent hours building. But if he left it half finished it might blow up his whole base. And there was no way he could keep working on it now. He didn’t even pick up the parts that were floating in little puddles now, rushing to his door, already strapping the Elytra around his shoulders, rockets materialising in his hand as he sped through the world. Where could Grian be? Last Doc knew he had been trying to get his base finished before the world jump. He just hoped Grian was there. He still took a short detour, flying over the deserted Hippie Camp before landing in Hermitville. With one glance to Grian’s impressive build-off house he jumped through the portal.

The air in the Nether was almost suffocating as he sped through, going way too fast through the narrow tunnels. Another beep from his communicator. Doc didn’t pause his flight, still taking it out to look at it and he felt only colder when he read it, even in the scorching heat of this dimension.

Rendog was slain by Samgladiator using <Swordscribe>.

Ren had gone over there to help Grian. Or he had been there from the beginning? Ren wasn’t too bad when it came to fighting. He was certainly better than Grian. And if there was nobody else, that meant Grian was alone now. Respawning could take a while depending on how badly hurt the body had been. Ren wouldn’t be there to help Grian. And Sam had Grian’s sword. Doc almost crashed into the next corner in his hurry to get to the main island. A few rockets later and he had made it, stopping just right next to the portal of Grian’s base and he would have stepped right through it, had he not heard a small whimper off to the side coming from one of the corridors.

His trident immediately appeared in his hand as he rushed towards the sound. He turned the corner and there was Grian. Bloodied and being carried bridal style by a guy with brown hair, who was wearing a pair of white bunny ears of all things. He turned around to glare at Doc which revealed just how badly injured Grian was. He seemed to be barely conscious, blood running from a wound on his head. There was a knife still stuck in his lower abdomen and it made Doc see red.

“Let him go. Right now”, he growled out, his voice being accompanied by a slight hissing sound as his creeper side became ready for a fight as well.

The guy - Sam - seemed to be annoyed by the disturbance, his hold on Grian tightening for a moment, making Grian groan in pain.

“Told you, you should have been quiet, babe. Now look at what you did. Another one of your friends I have to kill.”

Grian blinked a few times, looking off to Doc, finally noticing him, and then he seemed to sigh in relief, even smiling softly. “Doc… help.”

Sam didn’t seem to be too happy about that and with one calculating glance at Doc’s weapon he just threw Grian down, causing the bleeding man to cry out. Sam didn’t seem to care, stepping over Grian, a sword in hand, and while doing so making sure to step on one of Grian’s hands that was sprawled out on the ground.

Another pained scream, a delighted smirk on Sam’s face and Doc couldn’t hold back anymore. He charged forward. Sam had to hurriedly hold up his sword to be able to block the attack in time and was put on the defensive, which made it easy for Doc to push him away from Grian and avoid a situation where the other Hermit could be taken hostage. Sam really had made a mistake dropping his one and only advantage in this fight.

If he had expected Doc to go down easily he had been mistaken. Doc wouldn’t stop. His creeper side screamed for revenge, for blood and he let himself give into the desire. He knew by the way Sam’s eyes widened that his human eye - usually a warm brown - had turned to a bright red as well. He threw his weapon and it grazed Sam, blood seeping from a cut. The second the smell hit Doc’s nostrils he let out a low hiss, all his muscles tensing even more.

Sam seemed to think he was at an advantage now, trying to charge at Doc, but with a simple flick of Doc’s hand the trident returned, piercing his opponent's back, making him stop in shock. Doc used the moment to call up his own sword, which wasn’t his prefered weapon, and yet the need to draw blood from Sam made him choose it over another trident.

Sam never really stood a chance against the superhuman reflexes of a Creeper-hybrid during bloodlust. He kept slashing. Again. Again! AGAIN!

Sam could barely defend against the onslaught of attacks now, only managing to block every other attack, more and more hits coming through and inflicting countless wounds, the trident still sticking out from his back. And when he stumbled the predator in Doc seemed to pounce. With a slight smirk he grabbed Sam’s shoulder and pushed him against a wall as hard as he could. The wall hit the end of the trident and pushed it straight through the other’s body.

“Leave Grian alone. Or I will make sure you respawn into an endless death cycle.”, he growled quietly as Sam’s body disappeared in a cloud of green and yellow sparkles. With how badly injured he had been it would take a good while for him to be able to respawn. Enough time to get Xisuma to ban him.

Doc took a shaky breath, the smell of blood still lingering all around him. The creeper inside him still demanded more. More blood, more death!

But a small pained whimper chased his non-human side away in a split second, his eye turning back to its usual colour. He let his sword disappear and rushed to Grian.

The smaller Hermit was in a bad shape and Doc didn’t have any Health Potions on him. He was pretty sure Health potions weren’t even available right now, after the whole mess that their little Demise Game had been. But they did have other ways to treat wounds like these.

He rushed to Grian’s side, carefully picking him up and messaging Xisuma. It didn’t take long for them to be teleported into their medical bay, where he gently sat Grian onto the bed. He got out a few medical supplies and with the help of Xisuma carefully pulled out the knife, making fast work of stitching the wound up and putting bandages onto it, while Xisuma left in search of some potions Grian kept staring at him through slightly hazy eyes.

“You’re gonna be alright”, Doc assured him as he wrapped up Grian’s headwound carefully.

“Respawn ain’t the worst”, Grian replied, his words slightly slurred and he seemed to be really out of it, which wasn’t too surprising with the amount of blood he had lost.

“I don’t want you to respawn. It hurts even more than those injuries.”

Grian didn’t reply and Doc went on patching him up. Xisuma had a few blood replenishing potions in his hands.

“We don’t have any healing potions, I messaged Stress and she says it’ll be a few hours until she has them ready.”

Doc nodded, turning to Grian who kept smiling up at him tiredly through all of this.

“Grian. What’s your type?”

Grian giggled softly, before carefully sitting up as he raised a slightly trembling hand, putting it onto Doc’s cheek, caressing it gently. “Tall. Handsome. Red eye, green skin, brown hair and good with a trident.”

Doc felt the heat rising to his cheeks and it took a lot of self restraint not to lean into the touch. Now was neither the time nor the place.

“I meant your blood type, Grian.”

“Oh…” Grian giggled again, looking upwards a second, pondering his answer. “Red. M’ blood’s red. Just like your eye. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

Doc could feel his heart skip a beat and he needed to take a breath to gather himself again. He gently pushed Grian’s hand away from his face.

“You lost lots of blood. We need to get the right potion into your system.”

Grian scrunched his forehead up a bit and it was the most adorable look Doc had ever seen on his face, even though he wished he had gotten to see this under different circumstances.

“I don’t know. I never needed to know. I’m a watcher. They do magic. No need for potions. Did I ever tell you that? I’m a watcher.” Grian giggled again and took Doc’s hand that was still on his, looking at it intensely and gently caressing it. “I see the strings. They’re red like your eyes. I like red.”

Doc still looked at him in confusion, not getting any of that rambling until Xisuma spoke up softly, his voice sounding slightly shocked.

“You can see the strands of fate?”

Grian tilted his head to the side and smiled before nodding.

“Yours connect to us all. It’s so weird to look at you. So many strands. But all of them are purple. I like it. It’s comforting.” He glanced back at Doc’s hand and his own. “Ours is red. Did I tell you that I like red? It connects us. I like that.”

Doc looked from Grian to Xisuma with a hint of desperation in his eyes now. “X. The potion.”

Xisuma seemed to be startled out of his musings before nodding. “Of course. Sorry. Give him this one then. Most likely to work.”

Doc took the bottle and uncorked it, pressing it against Grian’s lips who drank it without any hesitation. The moment he finished the potion his eyes fluttered and closed as he sank against Doc’s chest, breathing softly. Worriedly, Doc checked his pulse, but everything seemed to be in order. There was even some colour returning back to Grian’s pale skin.

“He needs to rest. I put in something to help him sleep”, Xisuma explained softly, “I’m gonna go to the other room. I still need to figure out how that guy got in and make sure it doesn’t happen again. Will you stay here?”

Doc nodded. He would have stayed here even if Xisuma hadn’t asked. Nothing could make him leave Grian alone right now. He needed to stay and make sure he was alright. He looked at Grian in his arms and made a silent vow that he’d always protect him from anything that might try to hurt him. He never again wanted to see Grian like this.

A few hours later, Grian awoke with a pained moan that made Doc jump from the chair he had been sitting on, rushing to his side, a healing potion in his hand that Stress had dropped off. He immediately put it against Grian’s lips and Grian drank it up. There was a soft glow around his body and Doc knew from experience that the wounds would slowly be closing now. As if to prove that assumption, Grian slowly got up into a sitting position.

“You alright there?”

Grian nodded, opening his eyes to look at Doc. It took a few seconds, but then he seemed to remember what happened earlier, his whole face lighting up as bright as a beetroot, hiding it quickly behind his hands.

“Oh god I behaved like an idiot.”

Doc chuckled softly, feeling a slight warmth in his face as well.

“It was kind of sweet. Though I would have liked to hear something like that under better circumstances.”

Grian just nodded, face still hidden behind his hands.

“Sam?”, he asked, voice trembling slightly.

“Xisuma banned him. There’s no way he’s coming back.”

Grian seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders no longer tense and his face softening up a bit. Or at least the part that Doc could see behind the hands.

“So”, Grian started, peeking out in between his fingers, still looking so adorably flustered. “You said you wouldn’t mind hearing the nonsense I said again, right?”

Doc just nodded, eyes darting off to the side for a second in slight embarrassment.

“Doc.”

He made a little grunt.

“Thanks for saving me.”

Doc nodded and when a soft hand touched his face he let his gaze move back to Grian who was still looking a little flustered, but was smiling again at the same time. “So I think I told you that you were my type. What about you. What’s your type?”

“AB negative.”

Grian blinked a few times, before bursting out into laughter. It was so infectious, Doc couldn’t help but smile too.

He leaned forward until their foreheads touched and it stopped the laughter immediately, big eyes looking right back into his.

“My type is little blonde pranksters with eyes as blue as the sky and a smile as bright as the sun. My type is that one guy that loves to annoy me and even though I pretend I hate it, I love every second of it. And I think I love that guy.”

“Funny. That guy sounds kind of like me.”

Doc huffed in amusement and then moved even closer to Grian until their lips were touching in a soft kiss.

#🍉 stories #hermitship #hermitshipping #tw:blood #hermitcraft #gridoc #requests are still open #I'm just working very slow #these are all unedited by the way so i can be faster #forgive me any mistakes #this story is more of a mess than the rest #but i try not to look back too much with these requests #i hope you still enjoy it

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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how she loves (like sleep to the freezing)

summary -> “Sometimes Bucky will catch glimpses of who he used to be in the mirror. They’re like silent movies that play as he stares at his reflection. A boy with bright eyes and even brighter smiles that can only see the good in the world. He’s struck with how warm he used to be when these memories play. Then he blinks and they’re gone, all that’s left is a cold man staring back at him whose eyes appear empty and smiles have almost disappeared.”

or; bucky has been cold for a long time and you’re unbelievably warm.

warnings -> not beta’d, nicknames (sunshine/blossom), a lot of allusions to coldness, bucky is lonely & reader is kind. implied that the avengers live in a building together

words -> 2.0k

notes -> tried out a different writing style with this one, a bit of bucky’s thoughts instead of the reader. i hope you enjoy 🥺 title from cherry wine by hozier. can u tell i love him

— ➶ —

Bucky has felt cold for a long time. He feels like the dead of winter.

A kind of cold that just settles. One that doesn’t bite against your skin harshly but instead, it pricks and prods constantly reminding you of an absence of warmth.

He’s felt cold for so long that a semblance of warmth is unknown to him.

The way you radiate warmth is a curiosity and fact in the oddest ways. It’s constant in a way that Bucky can’t comprehend, but always shown through sunshine filled smiles and gentle eyes.

“Hi, Bucky.” You murmur sweetly as you make your way through the gym. It’s empty, you and Bucky the only two occupants, and Bucky feels heat rise to his cheeks.

He nods in response before turning back to the punching bag.

Bucky has know cold for so long he doesn’t know to react to warmth. He sticks to awkward smiles and short nods so you know he’s not ignoring you.

Maybe one day he would feel thawed enough to force the words he so desperately wants to say in return out.

➶

Sometimes Bucky will catch glimpses of who he used to be in the mirror. They’re like silent movies that play as he stares at his reflection. A boy with bright eyes and brighter smiles that can only see the good in the world. He’s struck with how warm he used to be when these memories play. Then he blinks and they’re gone, all that’s left is a cold man staring back at him whose eyes appear empty and smiles have almost disappeared.

He thinks he would have had a chance with you back then. Imagines your lips painted red and a navy blue skirt while he wears his uniform with pride. Bucky would have taken you dancing and the two of you would have been warmer than the sun together.

Maybe that’s what hurts the most about the memories. Now that Bucky has them back he can see the missing pieces that Steve tries to pretend he doesn’t miss. Bucky can see parts of who he used to be in the memories, parts that he’s unsure he’ll ever get back.

He tries though. In the ways he knows how. He cuts his hair and Steve’s excited smile is worth how lost Bucky feels with when he goes to tug nervously at the locks only to find they’re no longer there.

He trains with Sam. It’s obvious Sam feels better when he can help and Bucky doesn’t want to be a burden on Steve’s found family, so he lets Sam show him moves and technology that can help in fights Bucky isn’t sure he wants to be a part of.

Sometimes though, when the memories are too much and he feels frozen, Bucky needs a break.

You seem to appear at these times. Almost like you know Bucky’s grown colder and needs something to ground him to earth.

“You okay, Buck?” You ask gently tone like honey as you move around the kitchen. He nods slowly as his eyes fall to the table in front of him.

You don’t realize it, but the honey drips down Bucky’s fingertips and brings feeling back to his frozen limbs. “I’m okay, sunshine.”

Your returning grin is bright and contagious as you settle in beside Bucky at the kitchen’s island. You’re content to sit in silence and Bucky is content to bask in your glow.

Maybe one day you would know. Maybe you wouldn’t. Bucky was starting to worry less about what ifs.

➶

Steve runs like a furnace and a jealousy as green as ivy consumes Bucky when they’re in each other’s space.

It’s wrong to be jealous of Steve when for so long Steve had been the one who froze and shivered without complaint.

But when Bucky feels the heat of Steve hit him it makes him feel sick. Steve doesn’t have the same sweet as honey tone of voice or the same warmth you do. Steve’s heat doesn’t thaw Bucky out it only reminds him of the past that makes him feel colder.

“Are you okay, Bucky?” Steve’s hand slaps Bucky’s shoulder and burns. Bucky winces, it’s not the burn of a fire but the burn you feel when your hand touches snow for a second too long and his whole body recoils.

The hurt in Steve’s eyes is enough to make guilt claw its way up Bucky’s throat, but the words are frozen on his tongue. How can he explain this? How can Bucky explain that he feels like he’s never really left that ice Hydra forced him into?

“You know,” Bucky coughs awkwardly, “my shoulder. They fucked it up.” Steve’s shoulders sag with relief and his hand rests on Bucky’s right shoulder this time.

It still burns. Bucky has learned to tense his jaw and bear it.

Steve’s so happy to have, really have, Bucky back that there are things he lets slip through the cracks. Expressions he would have noticed in the forties and ticks Bucky still has.

Your hand replaces Steve’s as you step in between the two, like you know Bucky’s shoulder is hypothermic and your touch is all that can save it from turning black and blue.

“You’re okay.” You whisper without looking at him. Steve grins at Bucky, one that says he thinks there’s more to your appearance than you just wanting to help Bucky. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky shrugs.

There are no words to explain that your touch is like his saving grace.

➶

“Bucky,” your fingers card through his hair in an attempt to wake him up, “you awake?” He’s not used to the short hair yet, but you seem to like how easily your fingers glide through it.

Yes. Bucky doesn’t open his eyes. He just makes sure to keep his breathing even as he feels a fingertip trail over his cheek.

Your touch never burns. It’s a relief. When your hand rests on her shoulder or your knuckles brush over his cheekbone, Bucky feels warm. The only way he could ever describe it to somebody who asked was the first day of Spring. The first real day of spring, when all the snow of winter has melted and flowers are peeking through the dirt again.

“I know you’re awake because you’ve got a stupid smile on your face,” you chastise with no real anger in your tone. Bucky cracks an eye open and finds you looking down at him with a grin. “What’s got you smiling like that?”

You. It’s always you. “Dreaming of something beautiful.” Bucky says softly. Your hand rests against his cheek and he feels both his cheeks heat up with a blush. He briefly wonders if you can feel the heat against the palm of your hand.

“Must have been a good dream,” you murmur, “if it’s got you smiling like that.”

You drop your hand and despite to absence of your touch, Bucky still feels warm. There’s no other way to describe it, but Bucky thinks putting it simply is best. “Yeah,” Bucky says softly as his eyes trail over you, “it was.”

“A smile is a good look on you, Barnes.” You say earnestly, a bright smile of your own gracing your face.

As Bucky watches you walk away, he feels lighter too, like something is changing in him.

➶

Bucky’s learning how to feel warm again. Smiles and laughter that makes Steve’s eyes crinkle when he hears and your eyes widen in amusement.

He never wanted to feel cold, but he’ll admit he wallowed in the feeling. He let it settle over him without a fight, lucky to have someone as warm as you in his presence. Someone whose warmth melted his ice without even really trying,

“You’ve been happier lately,” you whisper. There’s a hesitance in your tone, like you’re afraid the words may upset Bucky.

Bucky nods. His head is resting against the back of the couch as he looks at you, your cheek resting against the palm of your hand as you look down at him curiously. “I’ve felt warm.” Bucky admits.

“Warm?” Your brows furrow in confusion. Bucky’s hand is resting on the cushion between you two. He inches in closer to your knee as the two of you watch one another.

Bucky supposes now is as good a time as any to tell you. “I’ve felt cold. For a long, long time. I can’t really explain it, but I know I’m finally starting to feel warm again.”

“Warm again,” you mutter as your hand meets his halfway, “that sounds lovely.” Your fingers follow a path over his palm before Bucky captures them in his.

He can feel himself blush, he seems to do it a lot around you. “You make me feel warm again,” there’s nobody else in the room, but Bucky keeps his voice at a whisper, “like spring.”

“Spring,” you repeat in a low tone, “you make me feel like Spring too, Bucky.” And you smile, one as bright as the sun, and Bucky is happy to soak in it.

➶

He’s learning that in warmth there is comfort. Bucky’s learned a lot, actually, and he’s starting to realize while he may never feel like the bright light he was in the forties, he can grow into something just as warm. Now there are more days than not where his feet no longer feel stuck to the ground and he can feel his eyes light up.

He wants to share it with you and he’s getting comfortable enough to do so. He wants you to see his spring and watch him grow and if your warmth is included in that he wants it to be because it’s what you want, not because you feel obligated to.

Not that you’d ever implied you did. Bucky just worries.

“Sunshine,” Bucky grins as you come to a stop in front of him, “you look beautiful.” You’re wearing a lovely, emerald green gown that flows to your feet.

“Thanks, blossom.” Your eyes shine with mirth as you say it and a Bucky is sure his cheeks have turned a bright shade of red in response. “I have a gift for you.”

Bucky’s eyes widen as you hand over a thin box. “What is it?” He asks automatically as he begins to pull the tape holding the lid closed off.

“Open it!” You urge. Bucky pulls the lid off and his eyes widen when he sees the emerald green tie. The one he had on now was a plain black, meant to compliment you and not clash with your dress color.

Your eyes are watching him curiously, waiting for a response, but Bucky can’t get any words out. There are butterflies in his stomach that make it hard to breathe. “Do you… Is it okay?” You ask quietly after a moment.

“Yeah. Yes!” Bucky looks at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I love it,” he starts quietly, “will you help me put it on?”

Your eyes widen this time, but you nod and Bucky moves to pull his black tie off quickly. You don’t ask why he needs your help with this tie and not the black one and Bucky appreciates it as you slide the green around his neck.

You take a step closer and Bucky’s breath hitches as you being to slowly knot the tie around his neck. He had grown used to you and your warmth in his space, but this felt different. The air between you two felt charged. Bucky’s eyes trail over your face admiringly as you focused on the task in front of you.

“Sunshine,” Bucky starts in a whisper. Your eyes snap to his, your hands still resting on his chest. “I-“

“I know,” you murmur. Your palms flatten against his chest as you tilt your head up towards him. Bucky doesn’t have the chance to say anything else because you press a soft kiss against his lips.

It’s a blink and you miss it type kiss. By the time Bucky registers that you’re kissing him, you’ve pulled away to look at him with gleeful eyes.

“We promised Steve we wouldn’t be late,” You take an agonizingly slow step away, “and I keep promises.”

Bucky slips his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together, and allows you to pull him down the hallway.

It’s the dead of winter, but Bucky feels like summer.

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notes -> not too sure how i feel about this… definitely something different. i feel like my writing has been subpar lately…. idk! have a great night 💗 or day!

if you enjoyed reblogs are greatly appreciated 🥺

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #james bucky barnes

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!”

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone?

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim:

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you)

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen”

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.”

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...”

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reawritesthings · 3 years

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domestic pleasures | wanda maximoff

summary: you were new to westview and you automatically caught wanda’s eye. overtime, you allowed wanda to take good care of you.

pairings: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT. degrading, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, eating out someone. slightly overstimulation. slightly forced orgasm. wanda uses her power. dom!wanda. teasing. reader is in love with wanda's boobs. (if i have missed anything, please tell me) :)

authors note: IM BACK with another. the comments and the feedback for lemon tree was shocking. thank u everyone for reading it!! i wasn’t expecting that reaction. anyways, enjoy this :) feedback is appreciated

You never considered yourself lucky, especially in a new town that looked beautiful when the sunset toned the streets. You were a broke college student, desperately trying to make ends meet with groceries, bills and books. It was stressful to find some work in a town full of people who minded their business, except a family of four.

You hardly saw them until Wanda came knocking on your door, offering you meals that she made for her family. Wanda knew from the many nights she saw you from your window that you never ate a full course meal.

Her flower wasn’t nurturing the right way, and she hated it. Wanda didn’t like seeing her flower work too hard. But she did love the choice of outfits you wore.

An oversized shirt that always curves over your bum, giving Wanda a perfect view of your laced panties. She loved watching you, admiring you from afar. You were oblivious to her gestures, just like she wanted you to be.

When she saw you one night taking small bites of her lasagna, she swore that she heard a moan escape from your lips. It captivated her to continue to bring you food so she can listen to those pretty little moans of yours.

Over time, her motherly instincts switch on. She monitored your eating pattern, especially when you were in the middle of your finals. She watched you take scoops of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth and chugging energy drinks into your system.

You were hurting her flower, and she didn’t like it one bit. Wanda then decided she would take matters into her hand. When Wanda asked you out of the blue to come over to fix her printer, a ready-made meal was waiting for you.

It was a small fish dish with tons of vegetables. You weren't a fan of vegetables; half of them weren't your favourite either. You tried to pass the offer but, Wanda was very persuaded. She insisted you stay and eat with her, as a token of thanks for fixing her printer.

You didn’t want to be rude so, you sat with her, watching her cut up her potion. Wanda noticed that you hardly touched your greens, which made her angry. She didn’t show it, as she didn’t want to scare off her flower.

Wanda simply got up from her seat and accidentally brushed your shoulder, apologising straight after. She bent her body towards you, allowing you full access to her chest. You gulped in pleasure at how beautifully shaped her tits were.

“If you eat your greens, you can touch,” Wanda whispered, biting your earlobe. She watched as you gripped your thigh, smirking at how easy it was to persuade you to do something.

You sat there and, Wanda made sure you ate every vegetable on your plate. Each time you ate a vegetable, she kissed your neck, praising you for obeying.

“You can do it. We don’t want to see what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, making you squirm in your seat.

Wanda slowly started to suck on your neck, feeding into you like you were her dinner. She heard a little whimper come from your lips and licked the mark she created.

“One more, sweetheart.” She praised, brushing her thumb against your cheek. She tangled her hands through your hair, pulling it slightly as she saw you fiddle with the last vegetable.

You quickly ate the last vegetable, looking up at Wanda for praise. She sent a sweet kiss to your lips, humming words that made you feel warm inside.

You instantly felt your body respond to her touches. She was seated next to you, and you felt lost. You didn’t know what came over yourself when Wanda pulled you onto her lap. You instantly snuggled into her, letting your face buried between her chest, as she brushed her fingers up and down your back.

You lightly kissed her breasts, smiling at how big and comfy they were. Wanda smirked and bounced them up, causing you to moan.

“Since you ate all your greens and study real hard today, you get to have some dessert. How does that sound?” Wanda whispered into your ear, seeing you nod almost immediately.

“You are so responsive to my orders, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a blush appear.

“Such a good little flower.” She cooed, pulling you off her and pushing you down onto the floor. She opened her legs and watched your eyes widen at her movement. You saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Be a good little girl and take your dessert. I’m going to make sure you taste every last drop, understood?”

“Yes, Wanda..”

Wanda tutted, “Mommy. You call me Mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whispered and slowly brought your face to her entrance. You placed your hands around her thigh, and in a straight line, you licked her core. Wanda had no time for you to tease her. She was horny enough from just seeing you obey her. She grabbed a handful of hair and forced your mouth to suck on her cunt. You moaned at the force, trying to suck on every inch of her folds.

Wanda knew you were new to this, as your technique were wonky. She arched her hips towards you, thrusting her cunt into your face making you have no access to breathe. You allowed your tongue to explore her, trying to graze every spot to please her.

Wanda moans found your ears and, you moaned against her core, sucking on it harshly like it was the last edible thing on earth. Again Wanda thrust into you, making you accidentally bite her core. Wanda moaned louder, and you continued to latch onto her bud. You knew she was getting close as her folds clenched around your tongue. She managed to pull on your hair once more and gave you no warning that she was close to an orgasm.

Wanda, in no time, thrust once more before flooding your mouth with her cum. You tried your hardest to suck on every sweetness she gave you. Your lips were attached to her core for a little longer before she moved you away, brushing her finger against your swollen lip.

“You gorgeous thing. Those plumped lips are so useful to me. You were so good, sweetheart. You made Mommy feel so good.” She whispered, pulling you up by your shirt.

“You did so well, darling.” She hummed, allowing you to rest your head in her chest. Wanda watched as you gave her light kisses to her chest, grinning at how easily it was for you to be a submissive.

Wanda slowly moved your face away for her, causing a little whimper to escape your lips. Wanda only grinned at her flower, loving how needy you were for her.

“Go get some rest, darling. Those essays won’t write themselves.”

You nodded and slowly got off her lap, “Yes, Mommy.”

Wanda bit her lip at your tone and watched you stumble your way out of her home. She took the glass of water from the table, taking small sips as she amusingly watched you tumble and walk into things.

“Goodbye, little one.”

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That night you were sorely in the zone to complete one of your essays. A temptation inside you sprung to light after you left Wanda’s that afternoon. You could still taste her in your mouth, and you craved more.

You felt lost without her near. You never depend on someone like you did with Wanda. She was turning you into something that you read in novels, and you liked it.

A little too much.

It was quarter to midnight and, you just finished a second essay. You were tired from studying and decided to take a little nap before returning to your books. However, that nap didn't exactly happen when you found yourself cradled against Wanda's chest.

You awoke and found your face buried deep in Wanda’s boobs. Unaware of how that happened, Wanda pushed your face back into her chest. She knew that you needed her touch, and just like the submissive you were, you took full advantage of it.

“You overworked yourself, sweetheart.”

You hummed, looking straight up at her. You eagerly tried to kiss her lips but, Wanda pulled back and smacked your thigh. You jumped in confusion, putting your head down as you didn’t like it when Wanda was mean.

"You naughty girl. Are you that desperate for Mommy’s lips? You want Mommy to taste whatever you are feeling in your panties.”

You let out a loud moan as Wanda harshly pressed her finger against your soaking core.

“My sweetheart. You are soaking. Did Mommy make you wet, darling?”

You sheepishly nodded and tugged on her bra as Wanda slapped your throbbing core.

“M-Mommy,” You moaned against her breasts, finding a way for you to tug on her nipple. Wanda hummed and saw how close you were getting to her nipple and slapped your core again, but with more force.

“Not yet. You must let Mommy taste you first. Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

“Desperate little thing. You are such a slut, darling. Look at you, trying to hump Mommy’s fingers. How badly do you want Mommy’s fingers?”

“So badly. Please. Please.” The sounds of your begging made Wanda pinch your core. You let out a moan and squirm at the pain.

Wanda slowly pulled your panties down, watching some of your juice trails down your thigh. Wanda’s fingers managed to clean the excess. Without any warning, she stuffed her fingers straight into your mouth.

“Suck.” She demanded and, you obeyed, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

“You ready for Mommy’s fingers? How many does my flower get?”

“As much as Mommy likes.” You moaned, and Wanda let out a chuckle at how much of a good submissive you were.

Wanda took one last look at you before taking her fingers out of your mouth and slammed them straight into your hole, hearing you cry in pain.

“Taking them so well, darling. Do you know how many fingers are inside you?” Wanda asked, her eyes darken.

You shook your head, pleading with her to go faster.

“Let’s count, Sweetheart.” Wanda whispered, and used one finger to hit one of your spots.

“How many was that, gorgeous?”

“O-One..”

Wanda grinned and did the same again but with three fingers this time causing you to moan louder.

“F-Four?” You manage to say and Wanda shook her head.

“Would you like Four fingers inside you?” Wanda whispered into your ear, fucking your core hard.

You barely gave her a response. Wanda took that as a yes and added another finger inside you. You felt your hole stretch like never before as Wanda slammed her fingers inside you. The tears spilling in your eyes made you grip Wanda's hand.

Wanda smirked and removed your hand from hers. She laughed as she gripped your jaw, so she could see you fall apart.

"My sweet angel. You look so beautiful." Wanda whispered and gripped your jaw harder. You let your tears fall from your cheek as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm near as your folds tugged on her fingers.

Your eyes began to see stars as Wanda used some of her magic to add more harsh momentum. You had no idea of Wanda's being a witch and, Wanda loved your obliviousness.

You started to ride her fingers, feeling your high coming through. Wanda kissed your tears away, planting a small kiss on your nose before slapping your thigh to indicate that you could cum.

"Go on, darling."

You cried out in pleasure as you let yourself loose on her fingers, sobbing as Wanda helped you ride your high. Your walls still clenched around her fingers, as you didn't want her to pull out.

Wanda smirked, loving how you took her so well.

“You are so well behaved, Sweetheart... taking my four fingers very well. You are a good little slut, aren't you? So glad I found you."

You opened your mouth, and Wanda laughed at your loss for words.

"How about we run you a bath? Does my little flower need a bath?”

You nodded and hissed at the pain as Wanda took her fingers out of you. She kissed your lips and then your neck, praising you whilst she gently made her way down to your swollen core. She gently kissed your swollen bud and gave you a sweet lick before picking you up.

Out of embarrassment of crying, you buried your face in her neck and watched her carry you towards the bathroom. You still let some tears fall as you felt the pain. She gently placed you on the counter, brushing your hair out of your face as she pinches your thigh teasingly.

“My sweet darling. Look at you. You were so good with Mommy today. You are the most gorgeous thing when you are crying. Those little sobs were for me, and Mommy loved watching you fall apart.”

You felt your cheeks burn with shame as Wanda degraded you. You wiped your tears on your jumper as you heard the tap run. Wanda cooed you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She chuckled and helped you into the tub. You hissed at the pain when the warm water hit your core. Wanda slowly pushed you down, leaning over to wash you.

“No more crying, sweetheart,” Wanda whispered and gently began to bath you. You nodded and stayed put and allowed Wanda to care for you.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Wanda smiled and placed a small kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, darling.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #dark!wanda smut #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader

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milazka · 3 years

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not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

the less i know the better masterlist

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose.

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her.

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare.

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins.

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched.

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget.

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance.

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious.

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash.

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt.

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?”

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm.

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?”

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well.

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?”

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.”

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,”

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine.

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds. She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him.

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him.

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl.

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?”

“Uh no, should I have?”

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?”

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question.

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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can i request malleus and reader’s future child time travelling to meet their parents when they still go to nrc pls 🙏 i just really think this is cute eeeEE

Heehee~ This prompt is always a fun one to see in fandoms

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A bright light, the sensation of falling, a scream being torn from their throat, and finally, landing.

"U-U… U'cl Lilia..? P-Papa..?" They sniffled, hugging their trusty dragon plush close. "I-I don kno…" Tears stung their big round eyes.

The small one took some shaky breaths, wiping away the tears with their sleeves. This was somewhere unknown, somewhere outside of Valley of Thorns, so they should not let their guard down to cry.

Little feet began to walk, mesmerized by the seven looming figures surrounding them. "Ah! Gweat Wi'ch!" Their pace quickened once the horned figure crossed their line of sight.

Innocent to the onlookers' eyes, the toddler babbled words and letters engraved on the statue's pedestal.

"What is a child doing here?" Ace asked.

"Since when do kids visit this school? Aren't they too young to be on a school trip?" Jack threw the tiny figure a sideways glance.

Deuce was somewhat unsettled, "Are they lost? Didn't they wipe away tears?"

Ace snickered, "Say, Deuce, don't ya wanna be a policeman? They help lost kids~... Why don't you practice for the future?"

The blue haired glared at his friend, but before a retort could be said, Jack parted from the group.

"O-Oi, what do you think you're doing?!" Ace exclaimed in surprise.

However, their whole motions were stopped when a certain pistachio haired boy entered the scene.

"Just what do you think you're doing, child?! Show more respect to the great Witch of Thorns!" Sebek speedwalk directly to where the (now scared) kid stood.

"What are you doing touching her statue with dirty hands?! And reading her accomplishments in disarray?! Were you not taught proper manners, to respect the Great Seven?!" As Zigvolt droned on with his scolding, the child's eyes filled with tears once more.

"U'cl Sebe doodoo head!" They wailed, letting their tears roll.

"What was that?!?!" The irritated first year yelled.

Jack resumed his stride, but stopped a few steps away due to the high pitched cries bothering his sensitive ears. Ace, Deuce and Epel stood in shock at the scene. "U’cl? ...Uncle?"

Running steps interrupted the scene “Sebek, what is wrong with you? Screaming at a small child?!” [Name] rushed in, standing between the kid and Zigvolt.

“M-Mo…! Mo!!” The young one immediately hugged the legs of who was standing in front of them.

“But I simply-!” “Oh, hush now! Stop yelling, lest you wanna upset the kid more.” They quickly interrupted whatever the exalted first year wanted to say.

The [hair color] bent down to lift the toddler, “Uh… Hello there, little one! Are you lost? Did you come here with someone?” They spoke gently after helping wipe the tears away.

“N-No… no lost, Moddy wid me naw. U’cl Lilia…” At the mention of Diasomnia’s vice leader, everyone had wide eyes.

“Lilia? You came with...for Lilia?” They tried to coax more information out, but the little one only leaned onto their shoulder and wrapped the unoccupied arm around the student’s neck.

As if on cue (and spooking all grown ups in the process), Vanrouge appeared. “Mentioned my name?”

Immediately, the infant turned to look at the bat. “U’cl Lilia! Upu upu!” They made grabby hands and, of course, Lilia complied.

“What an adorable whippersnapper! You have such wonderful green eyes! That look awfully familiar…” The fae stopped his tickling to recall where he had seen those bright eyes. A sudden flash of baby Malleus with big tears in his eyes crossed the old bat’s mind.

“Master Lilia, what matters do you have with a child?” Sebek questioned.

“Ah, huh… I’m about to find out.” He answered, turning to walk away, but was stopped by displeased groans. “Mo! M-Moddy!” A sob accompanied the kid’s cries, arms outstretched towards [Name].

Tiny hand wrapped around bigger fingers as the one they called out came closer. Lilia understood, “[Name], can you be a dear and follow me? Seems like our visitor here doesn’t want to let you go.”

They snapped out of it, “O-Oh! Certainly.” There was something about holding that small hand that brought forth warmth in their heart.

Before they tailed the 3rd year, they stopped and whispered to Jack, “Inform the Headmaster. Whoever this child is needs to go back home securely and quickly.” The 1st year nodded.

As they made their way towards wherever Lilia led them, child and [1st/2nd/3rd] year student bonded. Playing hide and seek, singing lullabies, asking questions about the kid’s trusty dragon companion, anything to make sure they were distracted and wouldn’t get scared by anyone or anything around them (especially once arriving at the dark Diasomia dorm).

“Old Man… [Name]-san, and a child..?” Silver greeted the group, perplexed at the scene.

The fae smiled as if there was nothing unusual, "Evening, Silver hair! Do you happen to know where Malleus is?"

"Uh-..huh… I believe he’s in his room." He decided not to ask questions, although his face told of his clear confusion.

"Wonderful! Let us go to our destination, then. [Name], do come with."

"As you say. Keep leading the way, please."

“Shi’va, ba-by~!” Tiny hands waved at the boy who slowly returned the gesture. “What is going on? They knew..my name?”

Once standing in front of Malleus' chamber, Vanrouge knocked on the door. A click of the door unlocking and opening was the only answer. This gesture made the toddler perk up.

"Malleus! How many more times have I need to tell you to signal the visitor they have permission to enter? Don't just open the door with magic." Lilia let himself in, "Apologies for his manners, [Name]. This is the one antic I couldn't drive out of him."

Draconia rolled his eyes as he continued tending to his virtual pet.

"Papa!" Again, small arms stretched towards the figure before him.

The dragon prince became curious at the youthful voice and looked towards the door. He was met with the sight of Lilia carrying a child while [Name] stood beside them.

"Tell me you didn't steal this one, Lilia. I don't want history to repeat itself--"

"Silence, you… No, this one was wandering NRC until Sebek and his friends found them." Pout turned into a smile as the bat took Gao Gao-kun from Malleus' hands and replaced it with the child, "Now I think I've deciphered what happened."

"Papa, papa! Gao!" The little one said, placing their toy on Malleus' face.

He only duck away from the plush, "Papa? No child, I believe you're mistaken."

"Oh no, they're absolutely not mistaken~!" Lilia giggled, "It appears our visitor here is accidentally a time traveler. Probably got in the way of a spell and ended up here."

"Time traveler?" The other two occupants of the room said, startled in their own levels.

"Indeed. Want to know the interesting part of this?" The younger students looked at each other in slight confusion, nodding at last.

"This child… has vibrant green eyes, a head of [texture] [color] hair, and if you touch their crown, you can distinctly feel two little hard bumps…" While the bat described the little one's appearance, [Name] moved to stand close to Malleus and the kid.

"In case that rings no bells," Vanrouge continued, "I shall uncover the truth… Dear [Name], Malleus… I believe with all my mythical intuition that this is a whippersnapper of your own."

“Of our own…?” Draconia echoed.

“Our kid?” [Eye color] looked into two pairs of lime green.

“Papa, moddy! Gao!” As if sensing the mood, giggles escaped their mouth after their parents reunited.

Sparks and butterflies ignited two hearts after hearing their beloved (future) child giggle so merrily.

“I-! I- ugh… ahaha~ Well, would you look at that?” A blush erupted on the [1st/2nd/3rd] year’s face, “Ahem… looks like we’re more than highschool sweethearts, huh?”

The crown prince could only bring his child closer, embracing him tenderly in his warmth. “If… Only if you allow us to be more than that. The future can always be changed.” Malleus looked at them, both of them, with fondness.

“How do you expect me to change opinions when you’re both so darn cute, ya big lizard?!” [Name] internally squealed and aww’d at their future family. Emotions so colorful, they went over and joined the hug.

Lilia smiled brightly at the small family, “My Queen, My King… I know both of you surely are proud of your son, wherever you may be now.” A melancholic sigh left him, “I shall take my leave. Time travel issues can be resolved later, let them bask in happiness.”

[END♡]

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OMG HOPE THIS WASN’T SUPER CONFUSING TO KNOW WHEN I REFERRED TO READER AND TO THE KID AAAAA Sorry if many “the child/kid/[X] year student” were used! Was the only way I could think of working around this

Thank you for the request! We all know Silver, Sebek and Lilia will definitely be part Malleus’ kids’ family, so of course the baby here knows their name :b

(lol sorry for the terrible baby talk too, idk with what sounds do kids struggle with the most when learning to talk) (ALSO!!! supposedly “moddy” is a gender neutral term for parents, a mix of “mommy” & “daddy”)

#march 2021 special #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #zack writes #soul cuddle #request pavilion

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