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princessbrunette · 1 month

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stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP

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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.

“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.

“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.

“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.

“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.

“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”

the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.

that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.

“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.

“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.

“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.

you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.

“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.

“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.

“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.

“thats the plan.”

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#anon #john b prompt #tw stepcest #tw fauxcest #just a tiny bit

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satoruhour · 7 months

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🪻ugh your drabble about sore reader reminded of this one hc I think of so much that it’s embarrassing. Imagine gojo getting on sorcerer!reader’s nerves to the point that she and utahime almost have an anti-gojo hate club, and one time while bantering with him she jokes about his size or how he’s so self centred he probably can’t even make a woman cum.

Satoru only says “wanna see what I’m all about?” and safe to say she gets dicked down like there’s no tomorrow. Throughout the night he also makes fun of her for being all talk in the beginning but cumming so easily, makes her beg for it, will never let her live it down. Next day Utahime’s real pissed she lost her club’s vice chairperson.

My kitty isn’t even purring atp she’s meowing loud and crystal clear. Satoru who’s smug and a big tease in bed is so unbelievably sexy to me

a/n: discussions of incompetent dick game LMAO, oral f! receiving, fingering, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple rounds

OHHHH MY GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ACTUALLY HYACINTH ANON sorry i took so long to get to this sobs. yes yesyes id like to think sorcerer was with them before but left the scene like nanami and never truly kept in touch with the students at tokyo high. id also like to think this happens before the actual series starts (ages 24 - 25) bc gojo might still be honing his technique and theres still that playful banter at that age. god and they have a school reunion and he does some annoying crap dude.... utahime is DEFINITELY debriefing with you after that whole thing. shes by your side the whole night recalling on the stupid shit gojo did as a hs kid, when he collapsed that mansion without putting up the veil. you had to calm her down LMFAO

but at the reunion there was alcohol and you both get hiiiiigh and all things get 18+ almost immediately, talking about how gojo def cant find the clit and he fingers women wrongly and cant make any use of his dick thats probs small 😭😭😭 which is like ... you also have an inkling that he might not be that small because he is .... 2 metres tall but ya never know with how cocky gojo is. and that inkling is gone instantly when u hear him talk cause his voice is so ANNOYING and dripping with cockiness. he also has that certain lilt in his voice that you realise he uses only with you, overly teasing and silky smooth and u hate how you notice that

gojo is fucked up as well, u know he doesnt hold his liqour well but hes sober enough to ask “wanna see what im all about?” and you especially hate how you look around to see where hime is at and when u just catch a glimpse of her heading into the bathroom, youre nodding slowly and you do nooooot know what youre getting urself into !

needless to say, gojo is already getting u so hot and bothered just from a simple kiss. he warped you two back to your apartment (bc he rather die than get found out by megs and tsumiki), which he has been to before !!!!! gods even the tension back then was so palpable but gojo was in a vulnerable place with geto and everything and didnt want to do anything that would hurt his heart more. you two make out for A WHILLLEEEE and if ure wondering if hes alr so good at kissing, what else is he good at ....?

youre proven wrong time and time again when gojo goes striaght for your clit, rubbing slow circles and he has u begging for more, more something just mere rubs. gojo has the gall to lick a stripe up your soaked panties and sucks a little at your clit and god he is LOVING the way all your previous insults about him fall short of your lips and doesnt have the same punch: “still doesnt prove your dick’s b-big—” gojo lips your panties to the side and eats you out. he eats. you. out. to prove a point but also he falls in love with your pussy, slobbering all over it and shit. “didnt tell my your pussy was so good, baby.” “cat got your tongue? do i live up to your standards?”

you realise hes cocky for a reason and that his tongue game is fucking insane. the same goes for his fingers, locking eyes when he first inserts his digits in and your moan is like heaven to gojo bc he likes nothing more than to prove people wrong. and this is the best way to do it !!!! “cum on my tongue, sweetness.” oh YOU DO !!! YOU DOOOOOO

and then you think gojos done with making his statement. nah. youre so fucked out just from oral and hes smirking down at you, bringing your hands to his crotch.

“what?”

“wan’ you to open my pants yourself.”

“so it’s small?”

gojo scoffs with a smile, he already finds himself addicted to you and your taste. “no. just curious to see your surprised face.”

it gets him off every time (even after dating. and cmon dont tell me you WONT be his gf or at least his fwb after this?) you react like that, mouth open and eyes never leaving his exposed cock that he could probably slam it inside.

wee woo and once he starts to fuck you ooohhhhhhggggghhh eveyrthing you say is INCOHERENT. you try to string words together, insults and name calling here and there but it’s always interrupted by moans and whines. “you’re so— mmhfuck— insanely anno— satoru!” its words and words but none of them make sense. youre drunk on his cock. he fucks you in every position imaginable and the first time he wants to pull out bc he isnt an asshole, you're trapping him between your legs and begging him to cum inside, inside, inside WOOOOWWW HE GOES INSANE.

“i’m on the pill, s-satoru! wan’ your cum inside, please, please—”

“you’re driving me fucking c—crazy. i will, i will.”

anyway yeah you guys go multiple rounds and youre rendered speechless at every turn, surprised at yourself that even when youre spent youre sinking down on his cock and riding him yourself right after you both came. everythings sticky and gross and gojos still sensitive but hes hooked on your pussy and lets you do whatever <33

the next morning u wake up caged in his arms and hes saying something annoying again. “wanna make this a regular thing?” and you attempt to reject him, pushing him away and getting up from your bed but youre sore everrywherreeee and he swoops in just as youre about to fall. “dick too good, huh?” you roll your eyes and just let yourself be pampered by him. you spend that next day just making out and being close to each other and u wonder what to tell utahime LMFOAAOAOA

you end up getting a few missed calls after gojo had sent a selfie of you both, blanket covering your naked bodies after doing the obvious and he just chucks ur phone to the side and continues to kiss you LMAOAOAOAO. oh sigh thats such a nice scenario maybe ill write it properly one day

hello hello!

#🪻 anon #asks #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader

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thefunkfactory · 1 month

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Fratulence

Jaxon had been given to Eli and Easton to be their own personal slave for an entire week as part of him pledging to Kappa Sigma. Jaxon had heard about Eli and Easton, and what he knew is that they were the dumbest and douchiest brothers in the Frat, in fact they are so dumb that it is rumored that they “do favors” to pass their classes. Even worse than being owned by two bros who are dumb as a bag of rocks and have a think they are the shit is that they have a habit of letting putrid gas rip out of their asses whenever and wherever they pleased, didn’t matter if they were in class or in bed with a hot babe, if they needed to fart they were going to. It was almost as if the two weren’t smart enough to realize that they can hold in their stink.

“Yo bro! Welcome to mi casaaaaa” Easton spoke in a deep voice, “Make yourself at home man! Mi…or well our casa is su casa too! At least for the week.” Eli proclaimed in the dumb Southern Californian accent he had. Eli turned to Easton “It gonna be so nice not having to do chores around here broooo!”, given the state of the dorm it didn't seem like either one of them had done chores here in the first place. “I only see two beds in here dude” Jaxon said to Easton, “Where am I gonna sleep?”. “Thats the best part man!” Easton snorted, “You’re gonna sleep on the floor.” Jaxon could tell this was going to be a hard week, the floor was covered in junk, trash, and foul smelling clothes that the two obviously don't even bother doing sniff tests on anymore.

“Ohhhh…greattttttt” Jaxon said through strained teeth. “Huhuh okay Jaxon since you’re ours for only a week we are gonna use you to your full potential” Eli said, “Yea man! Your blasters are gonna have to be on full throttle!” Easton added as he blasted out a fart. Eli punched his arm playfully and remarked “Huhu good one man that reeks, but we don’t want to knock out our new best bro!” Jaxon waved his hand in front of his nose as if it could do anything against the force of nature that is Easton’s fart fumes. “Huhu trust me that won’t help, anywaysss” Eli continued, “your first order is that you have to make your bed!”, “How am i supposed to do that if Im sleeping on the floor?” Jaxon pontificated. “Well we don’t want you to be uncomfy so all of our dirty clothes can be your mattress and blankets duhhh” Eli pointed out, Jaxon obliged making the smelliest bed he has ever had the misfortune of being on. Once he had made his bed the two bro’s told him “We want to go to sleep since it’s getting late so you have to sleep too so you don't wake us” Easton stated, “Oh okay! Let me just go brush my teeth an-.” Eli cut Jaxon off, “Nah I don’t think you need to brush your teeth, I mean we only do it in the morning so it's only fair that you do the same. The two frat bros breathed their foul breath in unison at Jaxon. Jaxon, barely keeping from gagging, responded with “Whatever you say” knowing that he would never get into Kappa Sigma if he fought back.

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Over the course of the next week days Jaxon was constantly running errands, doing chores, doing Eli and Easton’s homework, etc. Jaxon was getting sick of the way the room always reeked like a High School locker room and hated the fact that he was starting to smell like that too. It was Saturday and Jaxon was so excited! Tomorrow he will be free from the stench, from the two bro’s stupidity, and will be a full fledged Kappa Sigma brother. That night the two bro’s ordered a pizza and got a bunch of soda and beer to celebrate his ascension into the frat. “uuuugh I am so so full!” Jaxon said, leaning his head back. “Me too” belched out Easton, Jaxon after being around the bro’s belching and farting all week found it kinda humorous now, his humor had regressed back to middle school but he didn’t mind. In fact Jaxon didn’t mind a lot now that he had spent a week with Eli and Easton. Jaxon didn’t mind the smell of the improvised bed all too much anymore, he didn’t mind doing all of Eli and Easton’s work, and he didn’t mind the farts anymore, the weak ones that is. He even started farting loudly in public just like them. “It’s been so fun having you here to do whatever we want man! We are gonna miss your servitude!” Eli said, “Yea man! Me and Eli were talking about it and we have one last thing we want to give to you!” Easton said excitedly, “It’s a surprise tho! So you gotta close your eyes!”. Jaxon, not wanting to not get the gift or insult them by not following their orders this last night did as he was told. Jaxon could hear the two shuffling around and Eli moved him from where he originally was in the dorm to right beside Eli’s bed. Still keeping his eyes closed he began to smell something rotten, it smelled like fermented cheese and unwashed ass. “One…Two…” he could hear them say in unison, “THREE” and all of a sudden he was met with a face full of ass fumes straight from the gassy bro bums. After what felt like a full minute, Eli and Easton’s putrefying butt vapors finally ceased. Jaxon sat there without saying a word. Inside his head the miasma of stink eliminated all higher thinking, Jax within a few seconds turned from a decently bright finance bro, to a bro dumber than a bag of rocks. Jax’s only future now would be as a janitor or something else of that nature. Jax’s memories were also being warped by the fumes, his strict heterosexuality loosening its grip became bisexuality as Jax began to have memories of sleeping with the other guys on the soccer team. All of his intellectual capacity and memories became one with the fart funk floating around in his head, but that cloud needed to go somewhere… As Eli and Easton began a second round of farts right into Jax’s face, Jax’s butt trumpet began to add to the symphony of flatulence. Just like that Jax essentially farted out his brain into a malodorous mist. Jaxon was gone, just a foul smell in a litany of foul smells in the room, all that remained was Jax, the dumb, gassy, bisexual frat bro. “Broooooooo” Jax moaned, “…That…was…SO RAD!” he said as his brain flickered back to life.

Jax, Eli, and Easton all became inseparable frat brothers, they had class together, they ate together, they played video games together, they jerked off together, and they fucked each other. But most importantly they farted together, constantly farting. No one would sit near them in the dining hall or in a single class due to the corrupting haze of gas that constantly surrounded the three. The three frat bros moved out to all live together, moving out of the cramped dorm room and into an off campus apartment. Jax’s fate continued to befall every guy who resided in that room, the FRATulence kept making the brilliant college students into dumb gassy bros, ready to add their own fart flavor to the room before they dropped out. “Rumor has it that the FRATulence has been absorbed into the carpet, mattresses, pillows, etc. But thats just some weird dumb story to keep this room empty I guess” Your RA told you when you moving in to the room with your roomie, “The rumors at this school are so weird man…” he commented. After he left your room, you and your roommate went back to unpacking and you yelled him as the funk of your roommate’s blundering fart filled your nostrils, “DUDE! You’re really gonna let one rip in here after that dumb story!” Soon you and your roommate are gonna leave your mark on this school, or at least on some poor pledges nose.

#farts #face farts #frat bro #stink #mental change #dumber #straight to bi #TTF

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kandlewick · 7 months

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In which the Reader meets a Stranger(?)

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If you were being honest, It wasn't hard to continue on with your life as if you hadn't discovered the long forgotten dorm. With every passing day, the memories became duller and grayer, as if they were being stretched thin against the edges of your brain like wispy cotton. Just thinking too hard on it left a lasting dull ache behind your eyes as if the very memory itself wanted to be forgotten.

"Hench-human!" You felt a furry paw slap against your face, claws nearly digging into your cheeks as you turned towards Grim who had made himself at home perched upon your back like he hardly weighed a thing, "You were slacking off again in class just now! What's got your head all messed up? You've been acting all weird ever since you met up with that weird guy, Lilia."

"Sorry, Grim," You gave him an apologetic smile, "I've just been thinking a lot but I just can't remember about what."

Grim narrowed his eyes for a moment before cracking a wicked grin, "You can't remember something you forgot? Myaahhh, well, I just think it wasn't worth nothin' important anyways if it's not worth rememberin'!"

Maybe he was right.

He was not right.

Because, you see, it just kept bothering you. Something was missing, something important. Between classes, you found yourself tearing Ramshackle apart thinking that it must've been a piece of homework or a forgotten ingredient for class or something! But nothing fit. Nothing felt right. It was driving you insane. You had asked the ghosts if you had been forgetting anything important throughout the day but they all just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulder and gave you the answer you were dreading but expecting. It just simply wasn't worth remembering. As much as it made you want to tear your hair out, you had to ignore the strange repetitive scratches against your skull or you really were going to go a little topsy-turvy chasing phantoms.

So you went on with your days, the memory still thinning even further into nothing but the ache. oh, the ache burned.

It all wouldv'e faded if one day, in-between classes, you had bumped shoulders with another student. The sash on their arm was different then the dorms colors you remembered. While it carried the same regal elegance of a Pomefiore purple, the ribbon was a deep and heavy blue. The student stopped for a moment as if shocked by your touch, before they abruptly turned on their heel towards you.

Quickly raising your hands in defense, you backed off, "Sorry, sorry! I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going so, like, it's my bad!"

The strange bespectacled student ignored your apologies and instead, in a fit of excitement, practically threw you off your feet in to a spinning embrace, his arms wrapping themselves firmly around you shoulders! You let out a desperate squeak as he twirled on his feet.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" You thrashed against his hold, arms pressed against your chest, "Let me go!"

You words were met with a laugh as he elegantly unraveled you from his embrace, twirling you around like you were part of an elegant dance, "You remembered me!"

Huh?

"Huh?" You lamely croaked out, eyes wide. This dude was absolutely bananas. He was a complete stranger to you. Surely you would've remembered someone dressed as frivolously as he was, dorm uniform messily put together but still having the same charm of a runway model in one of Vil's magazines. Not only that but you would've definitely had remembered the strange shade of ribbon he has sported on his right arm.

"Tell me," the stranger crossed his arms in a lazy manner, eyes crinkled in delight, "You've been having a weird sense of displacement from your thoughts. Nothing seems to be making any sense? Weird itch in the back of your brain that something feels wrong?"

"Thats..." You felt your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, "Well, you see..."

He cocked a hip to the side and his smile seemed to widen, his hair nearly bouncing in his excitement to let you in on what felt like a huge secret, "What if I told you I knew the reason why and can fix it?"

It didn't take long for him to drag you out of Night Raven and in to the courtyards and if you weren't so deathly curious about the thing you keep forgetting you've forgotten, You really would've been on higher alert around this guy. You could practically hear the sound of Ace and Deuce scolding you.

"You're following a dude you don't even know just because he asked you too? Are you an idiot or just dumb??" Ace...

"You should've called for me! I would've come to beat the guy up if he tried anything!!" Deuce...

You took a moment and apologized to the thought of them, knowing that they would've beat you upside the head because, you know, they care.

"We're here!" The sing-song voice of your mysterious senior shocked you enough to pull you out of your thoughts only for you to have found yourself almost nose to door with a monolith of a castle.

That was not there before.

With a hurried step back, you caught eyes with the boy, "What the hell is this doing on campus?? How come I've never seen it before?"

He only giggled before turning to admire the castle, "You wouldn't know it's here if you weren't looking for it." He almost sighed, be it with fondness or annoyance, you couldn't tell. You turned to follow him, gaze raised to the tower. The scratching at the back of your head seemed to grow with each passing moment your eyes never left the tile, like it wanted to chip away at the fog still etched into your skull.

"Do you remember anything yet?"

You shook your head, "Mmm... Nothing yet but..."

The student only offered an understanding nod of his head, his bangs bouncing, "Don't worry, it will all come back soon." With a measured push of the door, he offered you an arm to take as he lead you inside the mysterious news building.

Everything was dimly lit. The candles lighting the room were aplenty but the flames only brightened so much. Whoever lived here obviously preferred to keep to themselves in the dark.

"Welcome to dorm Rosenfluch."

"Rosenfluch?" You repeated, eyebrows knitted together, "I've never heard of - or seen any students from this dorm before at any of the meetings or at any of the events."

He smiled cheekily, "I could say the same about that ramshackle of a dorm you've got for yourself, Prefect. I'm sure others felt the same way when Crowley gave you that title and a space among the other dorm leaders."

That... made a little sense, actually but what was really confusing was why hadn't you seen any of them before? And even then, he still hasn't given you his name and you really didn't want to call him the creep upperclassmen to his face.

"Ah," He flushed. He reached back and twirled a strand of hair around his finger, pulling at it with a sense of embarrassment. He seemed almost let down, "Yeah. In my excitement, I must have forgotten you've forgotten. Not entirely forgotten but, you know, enough."

"Which reminds me," You thought back to when you two had brushed shoulders in the hallway, "Why would you have assumed I remembered you just from that? Seven, I don't even know your name."

"Mmm..." he hummed, finger once again wrapping around a loose strand, "You see.. that's the other thing. The forgetting is... that's normal. The touching? That means its gone."

"What's gone?"

"The sense of loss, I guess," He sighed, letting go of his hair and instead, he reached forward and offered a hand, his fingers long and sinewy, "It's nice to meet you again, Prefect." He breathed out, almost excited to say the next words, "My name Is Luc and I'm a student here in Night Raven College."

#twisted wonderland reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst oc x reader #twst reader oc #twst oc

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boku-no-imagine-acadamia · 2 years

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How about a Stan Marsh x reader where Sparky goes missing again and Stan is worried sick but finally finds his dog with the reader, who Sparky is now attached to

sparky is my guy frfr I was so stoked to see this request lmaoo

stan x reader when sparky goes missing

it was Saturday, and Stan had rolled out of bed at 10 am

he was barely conscious as he stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, where his family was huddled at the table

he cleared his throat, and the three Marsh's whipped their heads towards Stan

Sharon had a hand on Shelly's back, who's eyes were watery

Stan rubbed his eyes to clear the blur, and mumbled "what's goin' on"

Randy and Sharon looked at each other and sighed

Stan's father stood from his seat and crouched next to Stan in the doorway, and sighed "buddy... I-.... Sparky got out... again"

Stans eyes shot wide, and he jumped a little, "what do you mean he got out again?? we put in locks like... last week!"

Randy stood and walked towards one of the kitchen cabinets, where he pulled out a bag of... something as Sharon glared at him "yes well your father had a fun night at the bar and forgot to close the door behind him"

Randy scoffed and continued messing with the contents of his bag, "Sharon please, I'm allowed to have a good time every now and then"

Sharon stood and shoved her chair in "Not at the expense of our family Randy, you do this at least twice a week and im sick and tired of this, do you know how hard it is-" Stan was distracted by a knock on the front door.

he walked out of the kitchen and looked through the peep hole. Kyle. he opened the door and sighed "hey dude."

kyles smile dropped "woah dude, what's up"

closing the door behind him, Stan steps outside "sparky ran away... again."

Kyle quirked a brow "didnt you just put in locks??"

stan groaned "thats what I said"

Kyle put his hands on his hips "well then we gotta go find him, come on lets go”

And so stan and kyle searched all day, looking in backyards and trash cans and under benches, but they never found him

Kyle needed to go home for dinner, so stan was left searching on his own, but as the sun set, he gave up all home

He trudged through the neighborhood, holding back tears as he passed house after house

as he passed one in particular, he heard scratching at a window

He turned to one of the houses, and there was sparky, scratching away at a window

But it wasnt just any house

It was your house

Stan just about had a heart attack

After psyching himself up, he knocked on your door, and after a few seconds, you opened it

“Oh hi stan!” You opened the door wider to let him in, “took you long enough, i called your house this morning but no one picked up.”

Stan groaned “yeah, because we’ve been out looking for him all day. Why didnt you just bring him to the house?”

You laughed, grabbing a spare leash and attaching it to his collar “because,” you start leading him to the door, but once he reached the threshold, he sat, refusing to budge, “he doesnt wanna be brought. Marsh’s tend to like my house i guess”

Stan flushed, “haha yeah…” awkward silence settled for a moment “anyway we should probably get going, sorry he bothered you”

You smiled and put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently, “he can bother me anytime, he is my second favorite marsh after all.”

He stuttered out a goodbye and left, and as the door closed, he looked to Sparky “you are the worst wingman ever.”

#south park headcanons #south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #susan marsh #randy marsh

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workof-tortured-poetsdepartment · 10 months

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pt 8 they are getting longer smh but its niceeee aaaaaaaaaa im so excitedidjaishgohdfgh

monday 9 pm. (payu pov)

Luv wont stop bothering me, so here I am on video call with her and I am explaining her everything that happened last night. 'SO WE NEARLY WERE GONNA KISS BUT THEN WE SLEPT HOLDING HANDS. and thats it.' I sink my head in the pillow, she is screaming giggling like she does watching rom-coms. 'DUDE YOU ARE LIVING IN A DREAM LITERALLY' ' yeah..' I say 'Payu, what is on your mind?' thats enough of her to say for me to rant out everything bothering me. It has been like that since that accident. I am glad to have her. 'you are gonna listen to me quietly okay? and no screaming anymore' i say looking up, she is nodding 'go on babe i have all the time in the world to hear you' 'ew so cliche' i take in a deep breath and go on ' Yeah this sure sounds like a dream, a movie, a story written for a hopeless fool like me by someone like me, But this is not a rom-com. We are not two stars casted to have a happy ending. Our life is different, there is no flowers that wont rot, no butterflies that never die, and no love that wont fade away for me. I am not even sure if he loves me or IF I LOVE HIM. I don't even know what to feel.' 'you dont have to know everything' 'yeah but-' ' no more buts for you, only butts' 'why am i even talking to you?' 'I wonder, why not do me instead?' we both are laughing on the deranged sense of humor 'they will kill me' i say implying about her partner 'they wont have to know' 'STOP IT LUV AHAHAHA'

'But you know payu? you should not stop yourself from letting you feel, I know you have hard time trusting people, but you deserve better than this way of life' 'i like it' 'liar, i have known you for ages.' 'fine, yeah i hate it. yet this is familiar, and there is so much uncertainity, Ayan probably wont even think about me, about the nearly kiss we had, about anything like that.' 'Did he say so?' 'not exactly but you know what happened to him back then right? he hasnt had a girlfriend or even a date ever since.' 'AND HE STILL NEARLY KISSED YOU' 'IT WAS JUST EMOTIONAL CONFUSION' I say with a pain in throat, i wish it is true, that he did not just do it under the influence of emotions and beer, that he wants me as bad as i do. 'girllll, wtf. you are just making your own mind. Did you guys talk about it yet?' i bite my tongue 'oh no, oops, hehe' she is just staring at me 'we both are just kind of weird right now, but we will talk i swear to you.' she rolls her eyes 'you better do or im locking you both in the office for a night' 'you are kidding me?' 'do i look like im joking babe?' 'you are legit insane' 'says you, idiot.'

I finally hang up the call , its been a long call, 1 hr 45 mins. I have to wash dishes and also put up the laundry ughhhh. I am laying on the bed watching the ceiling, man im so tired i want to be pressed inside a big hydraulic pump. I get up and manage to do the dishes while a set of clothes is getting washed. Its 11.15 pm and I am on my bed, thinking about him.

next day in the office . Tuesday

I text Ayan 'why are you avoiding me?' 'me? are you sure its the right person?' I check that its the right name "KALYANAM" written 'I am as sure as one can be' 'I am not avoiding you' 'yeah right. I am the delusional one, sorry.' I close my phone. I hear a few *dings* but I don't have it in me. I get up and make my way to the emergency backstairs. He is avoiding, I was so stupid to have hopes. What did I expect huh? I obviously made him uncomfortable. I should have know that this is how my life is, this is not a fairytale La La Land bullshit. I want to cry but its not easy for me, to cry. I am numb as always. I take out a toffee from my purse and let it melt in me, melt away my rage with sweet sensation, make my dullness savory and flavorful. I take in a deep breath, its okay I am fine. He must have been busy, he wont avoid me for no reason. He must have a lot of responsibilities and work about the Gala, so what if he didn't come down to drink tea with us today, so what if he sat quietly without making an eye contact with me whole time during the ride, so what if he never texted me to look up just to smile widely whenever he passed from my floor. Its okay, he doesn't owe me, I shouldn't let me be affected by this I need to stop acting like a emotional bitch over this, I take in a deep breath and get back to work.

Luv waves at me while I am going back, calling me in the kitchen-n-rest room, so I follow her

'are you okay?' she passes me a cup of coffee, somehow she always knows the right thing to do 'yeah?' i say taking a sip, its perfect, bitter, sweet, no water, only milk. as I love and needed right now 'why did you rush out like that?' she asks 'oh that's nothing' 'really?' 'yep I was just over analyzing' she raises her eyebrows over thinking deeply about something, i just hope she isnt planning something dumb.

Evening, after office is over, outside the building

we three are standing, me, Luv then Ayan. This is not overanalyzing. I am always in between them. He is keeping his space, what do I do. Its raining outside, I wanna cry too, I don't like this, fuck my life.

'Payu!! dont you have to go to grocery store now?' Luv implies on me out of nowhere startling 'uh?' not that she is wrong but this is so sudden. She pinches me to play along, Idk what this girl is thinking but I agree 'oh yeah- yeah ,why?' She puts her hands over Ayan's shoulder 'You should help her out shrimp' she poked his arms and continues 'put your strength to good use, help her out' NOW I KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING, I WANT TO KILL HER AND KISS HER FOR THIS, THIS GIRL IS INSANE 'oh okay' he replies without making an eye contact, I want to rip him to shreds. 'NO Need.' I say, little louder but I don't regret it. 'stop acting all strong babe, you are already tired so much and going through phase, he will help you like always' she is still all over his shoulder patting him like he is a player and she is the coach 'I will come with you, lets go' he says, he sounds sincere and I hate him.

We are in supermart, buying groceries and other essentials i have ran out off. I was supposed to do this on weekend but yeah, things happened, I rotted for a while and here I AM ON A TUESDAY EVENING SHOPPING WITH A GUY THAT IS MAKING MY STOMACH FLIP INSIDE OUT FOR SO MANY REASONS.

'You need curd?' 'no' 'I dont get it, how can someone hate curd' 'says the guy who hates milk' 'but milk is gross' 'curd is gross-er' he squints his eyes at me and then turns away with speed of light, this has happened 3 times till now, once when I said no to brinjal, the other time in cereals section and and now this. This is getting on my nerves but I cannot call him out in middle of mart, what will everyone think, I dont want to cause drama. WHY IS HE AVOIDING ME?? am i that bad to not even be looked at? my head has started to have slight aches again from all this stress and humidity and crowd and focus focus breathe in breathe out I AM OKAY.

When we are on counter getting the bill, the cashier said we are a nice good looking couple, we have been said that quite a lot time for last 2 years ever since we became close friends. Hah, I wish. no, wait I don't wish, I hate him I hate him, I.. ugh.. .We are sitting silently facing the windows in the cab, I said I will be fine to go home alone but he insisted to tag along. Well as he wishes.

the cab stops right outside my building and the rain has stopped for a while too, thankfully. I get off the cab and so does he 'you don't need to drop me till my door, you should go home, its getting late' I say without making an eye contact. 'No, let me help you' 'why?' i say as i pay for the driver. 'what do you mean?' 'fine' I don't want to argue with him right now here, I shove a bag to him and walk away. We are gonna climb the whole damn 5 floor without saying a word to each other, I scoff to myself . I want to know what is going inside his mind. But I also want to hold his hand. I hate him. not really. This is one of the very few times where we give each other silent treatment, we both hate it actually. We are on the third floor when he finally speaks 'I wasn't avoiding you.. ' I am silent as I can be between the heavy breathings because damn I do am tired, Luv was right. I would have fallen on the stairs if it wasn't for the rage in me that Ayan is walking behind me after ignoring me. '...I actually didn't know how to face you today. I wasn't avoiding you because I am scared of you' he adds we are halfway through the 4th floor. I nod and reply 'OKAY'. 'Payu.. are you angry?' ' why will I be angry?' I say with a dry laugh, oh hell yes I am. We are finally on the 5th floor. I hold out all the bags in one hand to get my keys with the other and he holds my hand to share the weight of them. If I am not wrong, my whole body just went through a current field. I somehow manage to open the door but all I can think of is his hand on mine. HIS HAND ON MINE. it looks so perfect, his nails are well kept and subtle veins spread all over his back of palm, he wears two rings, one that his dad gave him and one he says is his lucky charm. They look so pretty on him.

He takes his hand back as soon as I open the door and then I walk in to keep the bags in the side of the floor oh fuck the parcel is still sitting there. I will open it tonight. I turn back to see him still standing at the doorway contemplating whether to come in or not. 'And you said you aren't avoiding me anymore?' I walk towards him 'You cant even look me straight, you have barely spoken to me, and you say you are not ignoring me? That's a weird way to lie Ayan.' I take grocery bag from his hands and keep them aside. He is silently staring at me, with a hurt look. I shouldn't have said anything, I hurted him, why do I have to be so petty. 'I am sorry payu.. I dont think I am a good friend to you.'

#you guyssssssss aaaaaaaaaaaa they are gonna kiss soon aaaaaaaaaaaaa #im severely bored so im writing shit #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #also the way i just was like bitch he is ignoring cause he has a dream of kissing you and he is too shy to see you like aaaaaaaaaaaa lol

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anonymous-eggy · 3 months

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i had been talking to a friend and we had an idea that had been stuck with me for a while😃

um. vampire au👀 mc can also be a vamp but VAMPIRE AU…Nicky with sharp teeth..hehe… and red glowing eyes…

apparently i lied when i said i wasnt very interested in Nicky anymore. i think its just seasonal. warm weather brings back the need to think ab him. time to go through my dusty old inbox and spout gibberish at the ghosts.

jealous of anon for having a friend to talk ab Nicky with fr. if only fictif didnt suck and get abandoned, I'd force my friends to play it.

AS HOT AS VAMPIRE NICKY WOULD BE...I HAVE TO TALK AB VAMP MC

poor Nicky trying to hide the fact that he, a catholic (or so he swears, despite not acting very catholic) sicilian mob boss, is in love with a chaotic arsonist (possibly queer as hell) vampire mc is so so funny.

Like. suddenly he's also completely nocturnal bc he wants to spend time around his love and Chris is like "dude you never wanna do meetings during the day anymore, why do i have to go to all your daytime meetings" and Nicky has to try to pass off an excuse.

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Chris: whatcha got there?

Nicky, holding a parasol over his vampire lover while holding their drink: alcohol :D

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also... him allowing mc to bite his neck and then practically begging for it next time you need blood bc surprise this 6 foot somethin' mafia boss found out he gets a lil hot, bothered, and submissive when you bite him and drink his blood. straddle his lap while doin it to feel the effects what who said that. anyway. uh. 👀

the absolute confusion this man would feel in terms of whats possible and his faith. can someone be catholic and horny for a vampire lover? surely he can bc he also finds it hot how "wrong" it is despite how good it feels. but yeah tbh he wouldnt think too much bc he canonically doesn't think too hard ab love he just goes with what he feels and doesnt question much further than that.

(side tangent: i adore him so much for being one of the only love interests I've ever seen that canonically uses no labels for his sexuality. no label representation. i adore that he doesnt wanna be put in a box. and its not just because he lives in the 1920s and doesnt have the word for his sexuality, he just truly doesnt vibe with labelling his sexuality. good for him. if you didnt know this, surprise! thats a fun fact from this dumbass who knows practically everything about his character bc i cant be chill about anything and must know everything)

anyway for example with my self insert(ish) mc: trans gay little vampire man who turns into a sgrunkly little bat and hangs from his chandelier in protest that Nicky had to go to a daytime meeting for once? Nicky comes out of the kitchen with a lil platter of fruits to lure him down for a cuddle by the fire place while sweetly apologizing bc god forbid he do his job and not suffer the wrath of a little clingy dustball squeaking at him.

OR NICKY TUCKING LITTLE BAT MC IN HIS COAT DURING THE DAY WHILE HE DOES HIS ROUNDS CHECKING ON HIS BUSINESSES?! he just reaches into his coat every now and then to give his love a little scritch on the head 😭 and everyone around him gets nervous that he's hiding something super valuable or dangerous that he doesnt wanna lose (which is true, but not in the way they think)

see also: Nicky getting into some trouble during the night and being all chill ab it and saying to the guys "oh im not the one you gotta be afraid of" and the guys laughing until guard dog Mc appears, absolutely pissed, hungry, and ready to hunt their fill for the night.

and mc just randomly one day being like "you realize im a good 200 years older than you, right." after Nicky says something that implies Mc is younger and Nicky immediately lights up and just begins asking baseball history questions, not even phased by Mc saying that. which is much to Mc's dread.

my brain worms have recently been obsessed with the concept of a mob boss falling in love with a vampire anyway, so this is prime thinks for me.

i shall continue rotating this in my mind.

#*goes back to staring at ceiling for the next 100 years*#i rlly just spout my bullshit and hobble back to my cave #does anyone care or understand? probably not. i dont either its okay #fictif two against the world #fictif tatw #eggy answers #fictif nicky valentino #fictif nicky #nicky tatw

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sarcastic-kaz · 1 year

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akaza’s backstory

heyo so i decided to do live notes on me reading this guys backstory. my mom says she literally cried when she read a year before me, and that its really sad so i wanted to keep my live reactions bcs this isnt my first time screaming at the plot twists in demon slayer. i start the live notes in the beginnings of chapter 154 and im also reading the manga in japanese so i might have mistranslated/misunderstood some things lol

SPOILERS BELOW THIS IS YOUR WARNING

initial thoughts on akaza: idk hes pretty fruity like the mugen train arc “oni ni nare, kyoujurou” in japanese was omg just. so fucking fruity. and he said the same freaking thing to giyuu omgs- also he hates douma and wants to kill kokushibo but idk what to really feel about him. anyways ive seen the little hints at the girl holding his hand and he tried to punch it, and his head grew back bc he said he had to get stronger???

live notes start here (just jot notes):

- damn she pulling out the existential crisis on akaza

- oh his dads sick boo hoo

- woah wait is he a pickpocket?

- oh my fucking wait is that why he looks like a basketball???

- holy shit is this where he becomes a basketball?

- like every time he gets caught stealing he gets a mark as punishment

- damn how many times did u get caught bruh

- welp idk how hed steal without his hands

- oof he just got called a demon child well hes a demon moon now

- oh wait my mom specified for me it means a kid who was born with teeth

- HOLY SHIT NAME DROP DUDE THATS A NICE NAME

- OMG HIS DAD KILLED HIMSELF JUST LIKE ZENITSUS TEACHER

- dude this suicide letter like ‘i cant take medicine bought by stolen money sorry for making myself a bother for you live a good life’

- oh hes mourning by hurting himself fighting people

- “even if it took 100 years for my dad to heal” and he kept half of that promise

- damn akazas backstory is just him getting beat up by everyone he meets

- and hes just like taking the beatings bc he wanted his dad to get medicine

- well fuck medicine for special diseases does cost a lot poor akaza

- and his dad just killed himself anyway

- still dont know who the girl is

- damn i wouldnt be able to stand getting whipped and bones broken for my parents

- huh he beat the living shit out of seven adults

- and he didnt get a scratch and hes also a kid

- who tf is that guy it seems akaza also has the same question

- oh is this guy who applauded akaza some sort of sensei i mean he has a dojo

- why does akazas personality sort of remind me of inosukes ‘fight me bitch’ type thing

- oh shit theyre gonna fight

- that wasnt so much of a fight than a man slapping a kid silly

- nother name drop keizou

- OOF AKAZAS FACE LOL

- oh akaza is gonna take care of a girl?

- HOLY SHIT ITS THAT GIRL I THINK WAIT HER NAME IS KOYUKI

- I SMELL BUDDING TEEN ROMANCE HERE JUST SAYING

- OMG ITS SO AWKWARD AND CUTE

- and akaza has someone to take care of again!

- aww cute moment between them

- also fireworks! yay! hes saying he can piggyback ride her there that so sweet

- oh shit shes crying

- oh thats so cute that their only purposes are to protect those they love

- omgs and akaza on his little training arc with keizou like how tanjirou did with urokodaki and both are taking care of a younger girl who is bedridden- the parallels

- holy shit three year time skip

- oh ok koyuki is better now

- OMG THEY DO LIKE EACH OTHER AAAAAAAAA THEYRE SO SWEET AND SHES SO NERVOUS AND HES SO NERVOUS

- OH HES GONNA SAY YES TO THE MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

- HES GONNA FOLLOW HIS DADS SUICIDE NOTE AND LIVE A GOOD LIFE

- HE EVEN VISITED THE GRAVE HELP

- WAIT SHIT NO HES A DEMON SOMETHING GOES WRONG

- NONONONONO WAIT SHIT I WAS ACTUALLY SORT OF STARTING TO LIKE THESE TWO

- OMG HES ADMITTING THAT THEYRE HIS TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE

- wait whats this abt poison

- WAIT WHAT POISON

- THIS IS TURNING VERY FAST WHAT THE FUCK

- WHAT THEY WERE BOTH POISONED AND FUCKING DIED WHAT

- BECAUSE OF THE FREAKING DOJO WTFFFFFF

- I- I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS

- ok were back and ready to react

- wait what promise

- CALLBACK TO THE FIREWORKS

- ohh shes saying she wants to watch the fireworks with akaza next year and the year after too... oh shit she died.

- damn so both their parents killed themselves bc of their kids

- ohhh this is so sweet but sad knowing she just died

- AND HE PROMISED TO PROTECT HER BUT OH NOOOOOO

- OH SHIT HES KILLING THEM ALL WITH HIS BARE HANDS

- DAMN THATS BRUTAL AND TWISTED OF AKAZA

- BUT DAMN THIS IS HIS WAY OF MOURNING HOLY FUCK

- EVERY SINGLE STUDENT OF THE RIVAL DOJO?!?!?!?!!??!

- HOLY SHIT ITS MUZAN JACKSON

- DO THE MOONWALK PLS

- OH SHIT THIS IS WHEN MUZAN WAS THINKING ABOUT MAKING THE TWELVE KIZUKI

- OH SHIT AKAZA RLY SAID MOVE BITCH TO MUZAN

- HE PUNCHED AKAZA I REPEAT HE PUNCHED THROUGH AKAZAS SKULL

- i feel like this is sad because it wasnt even muzans fault that the two of them died it was just poison

- he even admits it out loud himself that his own story is sad help

- hes even completely ok with the fact he wont go to the same place as the three most important people in the world to him

- and giyuu is just standing there

- lmao tanjiro is just always yelling for demons to stop

- wait what tanjiro ur sword-???

- oh shit it slipped from his grip

- sorry i snorted at the fact that tanjiro decked akaza in the face instead

- i think im gonna stop there the backstory is over

- i feel horribly empty inside after finishing that chapter

- think i might just go cry

current thoughts on akaza: damn i understand why ppl are so sad about this, holy shit this is so sad like i have no words im probably gonna have to come back to this post tomorrow to give my thoughts after thinking about this all night

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xamaxenta · 1 year

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Something cute I just thought abt, modern au stuff, I guess college ages here

Sabo frequents an arcade and regularly makes first on the leaderboards

Until a new name thats just AAA pops up in the first slot on most of his favourite games, incensed Sabo wants to find the fucker ruining his streaks and challenge him or her fair and square

Koala thinks he’s being stupid but Sabo holds his grudges and needs to know, figures out by the times hes gone and taken first place back that when he returns after dinner rush at the diner he works at, the AAA fucker was back and learns through small cues that this person must also be a student, has a membership, and is extremely good at dance games

He starts asking the staff if they’ve seen a new regular around, roughly his age, what do they look like

Gleans new info until his Biochem professor has them all pair up for a project that will calculate towards the entirety of their grade this year and a guy named Ace ends up matching his number pair, Sabo stares him down, from look alone, Ace fits the “new regular nerd on the block” descriptions from the arcade staff

And the first thing out Sabo’s mouth is something along the lines of: Are you the bastard that keeps beating my score in Time Crisis?

And Ace looks at him in confusion, “time what?” And Sabo hates that he thinks he’s cute

“AAA?” Sabo knows its him, can feel it in his bones.

“I dunno what you mean.” Ace replies, and has the audacity to look away to root around in his bag for something clearly unimportant to their conversation.

“Besides, why do you care, are you like some mega nerd who cares about keeping score?“ Ace asks blandly, pen in hand as he hunches over their project outline.

Koala stifles a laugh from where she’s seated behind them in the auditorium. Sabo makes a rude gesture at her from behind his back.

“That’s funny, considering you keep beating me, which makes you an even bigger nerd!” Sabo retorts, unwilling to let this go now he’s found his perp, “you’ve beaten me in everything from Starblade To Nightslashers?”

“Are you SBAO?“ Ace asks suddenly and Sabo squints at him suspiciously.

“Holy shit, you spelt your own name wrong?“ Ace snickers and circles something Sabo can’t be bothered to check just yet.

“Says the guy who registered under AAA.”

“Nah you can’t blame that on me dude, AAA is my little brother.” Ace sits back against their bench, his smile half amused at how seriously Sabo was taking all of this.

“I just provide the wallet he needs for the membership but I tag along to watch him play. I’m shit at videogames.” Ace explains and Sabo flusters slightly, both at how cute Ace looked when he smiled but also at accusing him so strongly, he can practically hear Koala’s radiating smugness.

“Wait. How old is your brother?“ Sabo asks with growing trepidation.

“He’s twelve.” Ace says and signs off his name at the bottom of their project sheet, sliding it over to Sabo to add his own.

Sabo visibly feels the blood drain from his face, that can’t be true, there’s no fucking way—“you’re telling me your kid brother is kicking my ass at Dungeons and Driveout?”

“Yeah.” Ace looks awfully proud of this little brother of his.

“Are you his guardian?“ Sabo switches tracks, trying to find some kind of flaw with the cute guy smiling up an adorable storm beside him.

“Yup.” Ace tucks his pen behind his ear for safekeeping, which Sabo finds enormously endearing but he will never ever say it, this guy and his kid brother were the enemy!!

“And you let him play video games for that long?“

“What we do with our time is not really your concern.” Ace says smoothly, “And I don’t need anyone telling me how to parent my brother. He’s a good kid and I want him to have fun.”

Koala kicks at Sabo from under the bench, forcing him to apologise for his insensitive mouth.

“None taken.” Ace relaxes visibly, and Sabo kind of likes how he was so ready to protect the things he cares about.

“Alright, I need to know one more thing and then I’ll sign your stupid form,” Sabo flicks at the corner of the page Ace has been wiggling at him from across the desktop for the past ten minutes.

“Shoot.” Ace indulges him.

“The dancing games. There’s simply no way a twelve year old is gonna get those combos.”

“You’re right. Those are my scores.” Ace smirks and Sabo feels vindicated at last.

“So you are AAA!”

“In a sense. But we share the account, I can’t afford more than one.” Ace has the nerve to look sheepish over that, of all things.

Sabo can’t help but glance him over, takes in his build and the long sweep of his legs—

“My eyes are up here dude.” Ace drawls and Sabo glances back up with a scowl, annoyed that he was caught looking.

“Ugh. Give me that.” Sabo slaps a hand over the form and drags it over to scribble his signature along the base so they can finally pass it back down to their professor.

“You me, Dancerush Stardom at 7?”

“Without dinner first?“ Ace asks in mock surprise.

“Dinner after,” Sabo shoots back and stands noisly from their bench to take the sheet back down to the front of the hall.

“I think he likes you.” Koala says conversationally, leaning over the gap Sabo’s made and Ace turns to look at her thoughtfully.

“Think so?”

“Yup. He’s obsessed with you actually.”

“I’m not fucking obsessed—“ Sabo shouts from the base of the stairs.

“Yes you are sweetie!” Koala hollers back at him before smiling at Ace who shrinks back at the leer in her eyes.

“Be nice to him, he’s got like zero friends, excluding me.”

“Uhh okay?” Ace glances between the rapidly approaching Sabo and the girl behind him.

“He’s just excited to talk to someone his age with the same interests, he doesn’t bite.” Koala adds when Sabo vaults over their bench row with the intention of silencing her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sabo seethes after wrangling her into a not so gentle headlock.

“Or what?“ Koala goads and then promptly elbows her friend in the stomach.

“You’re gonna scare him off by being fucking weird again!”

“Hey, I’m still here and I’m getting pretty hungry.” Ace cuts in, his pale silvery eyes creasing up in what Sabo recognises as a positive emotion, he can work with that.

“So dinner?“ Sabo repeats and Ace nods, Sabo glances at Koala who sticks her tongue out at him.

“Uh now?”

“It is almost seven.” Ace says agreeably.

“Oh shit. Yeah okay.” Sabo holds out his hand for Ace to take, and then regrets it because his palms are so so damn sweaty—

“Awww. You two be nice to each other now.” Koala looks between them as her tone takes on a sugary kind of quality.

“I want him home by ten.” She addresses Ace first who looks caught out for a brief moment before playing along, salutes her charmingly with his and Sabo’s linked hands.

“And you, you be nice. I don’t wanna have to bury another body okay?”

“Wait what—“ Ace tries to process that quip as Sabo drags him out of the auditorium, Koala waves them out, neither confirming or denying her statement.

Cuties. She thinks this relationship will last.

#saboace #xam writes #OH ITS LONG SORRY #long post #sabo is neurodivergent

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mysblog · 5 months

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Stranger from Hell

So, I just finished it and I remember that during the last EP I recalled all the past events and concluded that the series is quite amusing and interesting but not overly thrilling. Pleasant to watch but not catchy. A series to watch while doing something else. But as the last EP came to an end and all the messed up pieces came together I was so shocked (in a positive way). Tbh, tho I read a lot of comments saying that the end ruined everything. In my opinion the ending was that missing piece to make that drama stand out more.

The whole drama felt like watching a silly and humble dude going through all sort of trouble. Step for step watching how miserable his life is getting. Feeling bad for him and being angry because everything seems so unfair.

It was around EP 6 when it all starts to change. Especially that one part:

cuz, its kinda true. Before that, Jong-woo rarely speaks up to anyone. Even if he speaks up, he gets shushed by everyone around him. Being all quiet even tho the people around were treating him extremely poor. For example the chef who always seemed to hit on Jong-woo's Girlfriend Ji-Eun right in front of him or his colleague who always bad-mouths him.

But after his encounterment with Moon-jo, Jong-woo starts to voice his thoughts. Not only that but even gets a knife. For me, thats the most interesting part because in that part he indeed looked like all the psychopath we met in that Studio.

Especially it reminded me of Nam-bok who always used to watch him with a knife behind his back.

Taking that scene and Moon-jo's words, it makes you ask: who are the real humans? The ones living up to who they really are, doing what they like, or the ones putting on a facade to please society. Every single Character in the Drama has some sort of inner conflict. For example, Byeong-min who seems to hold some grudges against Jong-woo for some trauma he's been through, or the chef having a hard time finding a girlfriend, and even Ji-Eun being overly stressed from all the backlashes she receives at work. Everyone seems to carry around some sort of baggage but never talks about it. Instead, they keep it within themselves or lash out at others if can't suppress it. To get back to the question, Considering all these aspects, isn't it better to simply voice out your thoughts and do what you want?

I'd like to say yes, but the short answer to this question is no. That's when society and law collide. According to the law. Everyone's free to do whatever they want as long as they don't bother others with their behavior or don't do anything illegal, but the truth here is that you might be allowed to do this by law but not by society.

'Weird' describes something unnatural or strange. But we as human beings love similarities: the more someone acts and thinks like you, the more you tend to like them. That's called the chameleon effect. We naturally exclude people who don't are like us, that's when they become 'weird' to us. And because no one in society is showing up as themselves or is putting on a character they'd like to be, the ones that do, stand out even more and have a harder time connecting to others. So instead they suppress it (like everyone else) or become the so-called outcasts. In the Drama that's the Eden Studio.

But the Eden Studio is a bad place full of bad people, right? So actually it's a good thing to not 'stand out', right? From here on it gets complicated. The Movie shows a humble, sweet character who turns into a reckless murderer, but that doesn't happen from one day to another. Jong-woo went through a horrible time with no one listening to him, no one caring for his concerns, and no end in sight. A process of slowly and painfully giving up on others and then on himself. He needed a helping hand that no one was able to give because everyone seemed to worry about their own misfortune. That's when he slowly turned into that 'weirdo', bringing back that scenario where he held a knife behind his back. "Monsters are not born, they're made".

Stranger from Hell is not necessarily an unknown person but rather an unknown side of human beings. Something everyone has within themselves.

There're a lot of other things in SFH that I'd like to mention but that would make the post way too long. The last thing I thought is pretty interesting is that the last EP was called 'Gaslighting'

'using psychological methods into questioning their own sanity or powers of reasoning.' Recalling the ending, this might be the most suitable name not only for that EP but for the whole series. Due to the restless nights and the unhealthy environment Jong-woo slowly loses touch of is own sanity and becomes a whole mess. Falling completely into Moon-jo hands.

As I just mentioned, there’s a lot about SFH that should be mentioned. Especially about Moon-jo. If some of y'all are interested I'm gonna link you a great Reddit post about the moral of SFH and the mindset of Moon-jo.

#webtoon #kdrama #stranger from Hell #jong-woo #Eun-jin #Moon-jo #thriller #kdrama review #review

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i'd just like to say a violent jayj threatening to rip someone's face off or anything of that sort would make me wet. thank u. - 🍓

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you knew the random ass kook at the beach bar was in trouble the second he’d started talking to you.

jj had stepped away for a moment, just a moment — to take a call from john b, always feeling the need to answer just incase the boy had gotten himself into another inescapable shenanigan that he needed jj to dig him out of. you were leaning your elbows against the bar under the warm outdoor lighting, skin balmy and glowy as you take your time reading the menu stapled to the counter top, wondering what cocktail you’d go for.

“you seem like a cosmo kind of girl.” the kook slides up beside you, blinding white teeth and a polo shirt — the kook side of the islands very own uniform. you chuckle politely, diverting your eyes back to the menu attempting to kindly show your disinterest.

“oh, maybe.” you shrug evasively — hoping he’d get the hint and wander off to bother someone else. he didn’t.

“wait no, let me guess. something stronger? on second glance you kind of strike me as a party girl.” the man grins and you have to hold back a sigh. you were always on the shyer side unlike your boyfriend, never having the nerve to tell people to cut it out or leave you alone the way he would. jj tried to teach you, put his hands on your shoulders, look you in the eyes and say ‘if anyone ever bothers you, you look ‘em in the face and tell them that your boyfriend stays strapped. alright?’ of course, that didn’t seem appropriate. or like a good idea in general.

“nope.” your lips press together with a smile that begged him to leave you be, head even swivelling around theatrically to look for jj who had wandered off to take the call somewhere more quiet, now nowhere to be seen.

“c’mon, you think i don’t know your type? you seem all cold now, but get a couple of drinks in you and you’re ready to go. here, lemme get it for you.” he pulls out his card and nudges right up next to you, a hand sliding over your lower back. you shudder, pulling away— trying hard to be stern despite your shyness.

“really, i’m okay.” you frown, heart thundering when his expression drops, irritation reaching his eyes. he goes to speak, but a familiar voice immediately spawns from behind you.

“yeah i think she said she was okay, so you can walk away now.” jj shrugs, giving this guy a chance. the kooks eyes, narrow in on the blonde and scoffs, unimpressed.

“and who the hell are you? her knight in shining armor?” he glares, the malicious grin on jj’s face not faltering. from knowing jj, you knew this grin in itself was a threat. the calm before the storm. you brace for the chaos, moving back behind your boyfriend.

“try boyfriend, and i’m actually doin’ you a solid here brother. i really suggest you just walk away, right now.”

“or what?” the kook challenges, and jj’s venomous grin melted into merely having his teeth grit, bared like a dog as his patience runs thin.

“or i’ll rip your fuckin’ face off for talking to my girl. walk,” he shoves him back by the chest. “away, dude.” and once again, the man stumbling a little as a few eyes draw to the scene. locking stares with the security guard, the kook decides it’s better off he doesn’t get his ass beat, or get kicked out of the beach bar — so he trips over, walking away.

“you’re a psycho, pogue.” he accuses as he disappears and jj shakes himself off, blowing out an exhale as he turns back to you, fixing his hat.

“thats what i thought.” he rolls his shoulders before attending to you. “hey, i— i know you wanted just a chill night. i probably shouldn’t have caused a scene, just didn’t want him disrespecting my girl, you know?” his face falls, misreading the dazed expression on your face.

you glance around, looking for any remaining eyes on you and you move closer, whispering to him pathetically.

“i’m wet.” it comes out so quiet, he thinks he’s making it up.

“you’re — what now?” his head bobs forward in disbelief, eyes wide.

“i’m wet, jayj. take me home?” you mewl and he blinks a couple of times.

“from… that? me like… defending your honour n’shit?”

“yeah.” you giggle and a slow grin fades onto his once angry expression.

“oh you’re crazy. you’re my kind of crazy though — let’s go.” he grabs your hand, leading you briskly away.

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#🍓 anon #jj maybank prompt

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Would you consider doing a jealous Félix fic? Preferably around the time of the movie? I love all of your fic by the way! Your Pepa/Fèlix ones are actual perfection, thanks so much for blessing us with them🙏🫡

Sure! We LOVE some big, jealous men!

(Also thank you, thats sweet ❤️)

"I told you, he'd be fine!"

"No no. I promised him meat, meat he is going to get."

For SOME reason, his older brother, Julio, was the only man on this planet that enjoyed how Pepa cooked steaks. As such, she promised to not only make it for his birthday tomorrow, but make it out of a REALLY fine cut of meat. Julio knew little about emotions AND food, so Félix kept telling her he'd eat a fucking cow hoof if she put enough salt on it. But of course, you couldn't tell this woman that. She just HAD to get a good cut right from the butcher. She at LEAST let him go with her, so the bastard wouldn't try to cheat her by making her pay more for a shitty cut.

"Is this just because he actually likes how you cook meat?"

"I will hit you. I make GREAT steak!"

"You make beef jerky. And I love it about you-"

"You know what, you don't get to kiss me. For at least five minutes."

Ow, harsh punishment. He opened the door to the butcher shop, letting Pepa in, and letting someone else out. Pepa walked up to the meat counter, looking over at the selection for a brief second, before ringing the bell. The family never really did runs to the butcher shop, given that people ALWAYS volunteered to bring meat to their family, save Alma the trip. It was why Félix felt a bit out of place, despite having gone to a butcher shop plenty of times.

"One second, por favor!"

They waited for a man to come up from the back, wiping blood from his hands. Pepa didn't even wait till the guy got up to the counter.

"So I'm having company over and...Esteban?"

The man blinked at her, confused, before recognition flashed in his eyes.

"PEPA? Dios, it's YOU!"

The SMILE on her face. He hadn't seen that shit since this morning. Towards him.

"Oh-YOU! I KNEW I recognized those hands! I haven't seen you in years!"

"It HAS been years, hasn't it? I'd shake your hand, but I'm a bloody mess."

"Oye- I'm offended you'd offer. Last I checked, friends hugged each other."

Félix got a good look at the guy as he took off his apron and gloves, and come up behind the counter to hug her. He was a HUGE guy. Which wasn't a rare type that Pepa attracted, but this dude was also FAT. Little bits of hair stretched alongside his arms and poked out of his shirt. Pair that with his beard and he was just a mess of a man. Aka...Pepa's type. Realizing that made the tight hug feel so WEIRD to him, and it didn't get too much better when they seperated.

"It is SO good to see you again! Wow, you got to be so BEAUTIFUL!"

"What? I wasn't before?"

She huffed, but before a cloud could form, he put her hands (that looked so little in his) right onto his hairy chest.

"Pepa, you were always incredible. I'm just saying, I always wondered how you'd look as a grown woman, and here you are. Just. Wow, Pepi."

Pepi. Did this random ass dude just call HIS wife Pepi? She wasn't bothered by it like she should be, but rather, amused.

"Oh alright, ill let you get away with that one. Only because I like you."

"Your husband must be VERY lucky to-"

"Yes, I'm very lucky. I'm Félix. Her husband. Right here."

He stepped in a bit, holding his hand out to him. Esteban looked confused, before he chuckled, shaking his hand. A good grip on him too.

"So nice to meet you! Dios, the man who tied down Pepa Madrigal, in MY shop. How about that?"

"Yeah you'd think people would remember. You know, hurricane and best day of my life and all that- how exactly do I not know you?"

Pepa chuckled, waving her hand dismissively at him.

"Oh we had a few classes together. That and he was my first boyfriend. Oh I remember, back then, me and my girlfriends thought he was so cute, we called him 'esta-bien' behind his back."

Esteban rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah I was uh. Nervous around girls, and apparently they liked that. Pepa was my first girlfriend and she...taught me a lot-"

"Like how he REALLY liked a good hand job."

They both had a bit of a laugh over this. Now while Félix respected Pepa's past (god knows he was no virgin mary either), it was a BIT different, being face to face with one of them.

"That's. Nice. How did you two break up anyway?"

"Oh my dad didn't like me being with girls. He wanted to get me an all boys class, but of course they said no. When he realized I was messing around with Pepa, he homeschooled me. That was the last time I saw Pepa, actually."

Pepa sighed at the memory, it clearly being special to her.

"He HATED me, but I respected what he did for the community. How IS your papi?"

Esteban fiddled with his hands, suddenly seeming so down.

"He uhm. He passed away a week ago. Heart attack."

"Oh I'm SO sorry! I had no idea!"

"I know. He said he wanted it kept to the priest, and his family. But since mom died, that kinda left just. Me."

Pepa, trying to fan away the rain clouds, frowned.

"I am SO sorry. Do you need a hug?"

"I...don't wanna make things weird, with your husband-"

"Félix is a grown man. Come here."

Now he felt for the guy. Really he did. Assuming his words were true, it must've been a rough thing to go through. But that didn't mean his face had to be RIGHT in his wife's tits during the embrace. Those were HIS (and Pepa's obviously), and it took everything in him not to bitch slap this guy away from his wife. The hug lasted a real, solid minute, and the man smiled.

"You're still sweet as ever, Pepi. Thank you. But uhm, you came here for some meat though, right?"

She pouted a bit as she lightly patted his cheek. This guy LIKED that. He could see it in his eyes.

"If you don't mind. I'm cooking for HIS brother, so it has to be special."

"For you Pepa, I'll give you the best meat I have. Here, let me show you what I have."

Esteban got behind the counter as he showed her different cuts. Félix didn't like how much he smiled at her. Didn't like how he kept finding reasons to touch her hands or talk about their past. They were happy together. She liked touching him then. Stories of how she'd constantly sneak her little hands where they shouldn't be. This guy was getting so excited, there was that twinkle in his eyes that said 'say the world, and I'll take you in a heart beat'.

"Okay so, prime rib. Anything else you recommend?"

"Well, I don't know what else you're doing with dinner, but HIGHLY recommend the sausages. I make them myself everyday! And the leftovers go to the hogs, but I'd MUCH prefer you use it to feed you and yours."

"You know what, go ahead, give me of your sausage while we're at it."

Okay this wasn't just him, right? That fucking sounded weird? That didn't sound like Pepa's cute ex wanted to think about plowing her? Couldn't be just him. Félix took a hold of it all, since that's what a husband does for HIS wife, and he was the best of them all. He stood there, waiting for this man to let go of his wife's hand.

"And you are welcome here ANY time, Pepa, only the best cuts for you."

"Disparates! We'll meet for pleasure SOME time! Maybe some cafè?"

He watched as he squeezed her hand. It was subtle, but it was there. That lovesick man, all over his wife, like a fly to shit. Don't strike him, do NOT strike him-

"I'd like that. Very much, Pepita."

He was gonna find him in a dark fucking alley. He gently nudged his wife with his elbow.

"Pepa, we can't be late. Come on."

She waved him goodbye, before Félix finally got her out of there, and on the way home. He hoped that was the end of it. It wasn't. The whole walk over, she wouldn't stop talking about this guy. About how she'd love to wear his jackets, about how he'd bring her little flowers, about how he liked being kissed right on his chin. He knew so much about this man in a few minutes, way more than what he wanted to.

"Oh and once, for english class, he wrote poetry about my hair. It was awful, but we were adorable back then. He always said they reminded him of strawberries in a field, he was SO sweet~"

"Uh huh."

Félix nodded as he started to put things away in their kitchen. Félix was sure that he as a person was great. But he was a guy who she found attractive, who wanted to fuck her. He knew he fucking did, he remembered that look in those eyes that she kept staring into-

"Félix? Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry, I spaced out. What was it?"

"I was saying, easy on the cabinets! You're slamming them!"

Félix carefully shut the cabinet, muttering under his breath.

"You'd know about slamming, wouldn't you?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Wrong answer. Lightning cracked above her head, and she damn near slammed the meat on the counter.

"No. You speak up. You have something to say, be a man and say it."

She wanted him to say it? Fine. He turned to her, returning the same amount of huffiness as he was being given.

"I said you and your meat boy over there would KNOW about slamming, wouldn't you?"

She looked so confused. God he loved that dumb expression on her face.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about HIM. 'Esteban' this and 'Esteban' that- I'm SICK of it. That idiota WANTS you Pepa, and I want to kill him for it. I SAW his face. He wanted you. If I didn't say anything he'd probably try to pound you right on the dirty fucking floor!"

She put her hand on her chest, as if aghast.

"Félix Madrigal. Are you JEALOUS of Esteban?"

He couldn't help it. He practically slammed the cabinets shut to look at her.

"You know what, I AM, okay? I know when a man wants a woman, and that CABRON wants you!"

Pepa smirked at him, leaning against the counter.

"Are you worried big, sexy Esteban is going to sneak into the Casita when you aren't around?"

"YES."

She was fucking mocking him. She was adding fuel to the fire and he was getting angrier by the minute.

"Are you worried he's going to use all of his weight to hold me down? That him and his belly are gonna pin me down and fuck me in my own bed?"

"Pepa I'm fucking warning you, knock this shit off-"

She leaned back, letting one hand caress her thigh. She was fucking getting off to just the IDEA of her getting fucked by this guy? How DARE she?

"Are you worried he's going to make me scream? Are you worried that he's going to fuck me so good, I'll beg for him to cum in the pretty pussy you love so much?"

He pointed a finger at her, his chest rising and falling as anger made it VERY difficult to get a decent breath in.

"Don't. Don't you even FUCKING-"

"Félix...are you mad that I'll beg him to put a baby in me?"

The second she cupped her own pussy, that was it. He was angry. Enraged. Furious. Not at her, his Pepi could do no wrong. He was mad at Esteban. For tempting his wife, for threatening his fucking marriage, and being the exact kinda guy she'd sleep with. The idea of another man having the honor of stuffing this pussy full of cum and get her wife so beautifully pregnant? It was anger he couldn't relax.

"That's it- that's fucking it. You, upstairs, now."

"Maybe I'd listen to a man with more of a gut. To a man who knew how to use those big, sexy hands of-!"

He wouldn't let her finish. He had her over his shoulder in a second, hand on her ass as he carried her upstairs. He damn near kicked the door down, and threw her onto the bed hard enough to make her cry out in surprise. She looked so fucking sexy like this, the idea of some stupid meat man wanting this only made his blood boil.

"You're going to listen to your FUCKING husband. You're going to get thoughts of him out of your head, or I'll get them out FOR you."

Pepa could make a choice. She could say okay, like a good wife. Or, she could be the sexy, absolute temptress he knew she could be. He watched as she peeled off her dress (she had learned to do it so quickly, he considered it her 'other' gift), spread her legs out for him, and started to rub her pussy through her panties. She was already wet, he could see the darkness of the damp spot.

"Félix, it's not my fault. Look at him. He's so...big. He could hold me down, finger my pussy with his thick fingers, and I'd be just so helpless. It'd be so easy for him to take me~"

That was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. He took a step towards her, nearly smacked her hand away, shoved his fingers past her underwear, and right into her pussy. Normally he'd do just one or two, but she needed three. She needed three of his thick fingers to stretch her little cunt to the limit. His other hand gripped onto her thigh, forcing her to take it.

"HE doesn't get to hold you down. I'M the one who holds you the fuck-swear to god try to close these fucking legs again, I DARE you."

It was so much for her so soon, it made sense that she try to cover herself up a bit to try to stop the stimulation. They both knew the safe word, she just wanted to fucking test him. She WANTED him to lift her leg so much, it forced her on her back and her pussy in the air.

"Félix p-please-!"

"That's right, that's the name of your FUCKING husband. You think he can hold you down like this? Make your pussy sound THIS loud?"

He was practically barking at her. Her nails were gripping onto the bed, sweat soaked her red face. He could feel the wet heat in the room, it made his shirt cling to his skin, and he KNEW she liked it. She kept giving her those big, pretty, lustful eyes. Eyes for HIM, and no one else.

"I'm g-going to-"

"That's right, you're going to cum because of ME. Not HIM. I'M the only gran hombre you need. Look at me. Don't you fucking look away from your husband,"

Oh she was so fucking tight. She was soaking his fingers, she was cascading down her own fucking stomach- that fucker WISHED he could see her like this. He'd be fucking hard in a second, just like he was right now.

"Look at me when I make you cum. Right on my fingers. You wanted big fucking fingers, here the fuck they are."

She came. Her hips bucked upwards, as if somehow wanting more. Greedy little girl. She cried out for him, loud enough to sound like music to his ears. He hoped he could hear it, right from his stupid fucking butcher shop. He pulled them out of her, admiring the way her fluids made her pussy hair cling to the rest of her body. She was shaking as she gazed up at her, helpless as a bunny.

"Félix, I-"

"Over here. Facing the mirror. On your stomach. Come on, you heard papi, move it."

He gave her already sensitive pussy a smack, but despite her loud yelp, his wife was ever stubborn. She huffed at him, even turning her nose at him to piss him off further.

"Esteban wouldn't 'ask me' like a fucking child. I should go over to HIS house and-"

Fuck this man for making his wife have such a nasty fucking attitude. He dug his fingers into her hair, and yanked her to where he wanted her to go. She cried out in pain, but given how she spread her legs for him as soon as he put her in place, he could tell she liked it. Fucking Pepa was an art, and every single time, he made a masterpiece. And now, he was about to put that paint brush in her palette.

"Don't you say his fucking name. Don't you EVER say his fucking name in our fucking room, not in our fucking bed. I'll kill him. He's not going to touch you, even if he wants to. I know he does. He wants to ram you and make you feel this. But only I can."

She looked at him through the mirror, and she practically had hearts in her eyes. Such a beautiful, sexy woman.

"I'm sorry, who's name can't I say?"

"Don't say it. If you fucking say it-"

"Oh, right. Esteban ~"

This man was dead. How DARE his name be purred through such sexy lips? He pulled his cock out of his pants, and after pushing it inside her hot, wet, TIGHT pussy, laid on top of her. She swore under her breath as he did this, and he swore he saw her bite her bottom lip in absolute delight. That is, until he held onto her jaw, and shoved two of his fingers into her mouth.

"Look at me. Look at these fingers down your fucking throat. He can't give this to you. His cock can't fuck you like this. He- don't you FUCKING stop looking at me, lo juro por Dios."

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, to smack her cheek with his wet palm, only to shove them back into her mouth. Then, he started to fuck her. He WAS a heavy man, and a heavy man could pound his wife hard enough to rock the damn bed, to make it look like he was just using her for his satisfaction. But this wasn't just his jealousy. This was her desire. Her desire to be pinned down by a man as fat as him, to gag around fingers as thick as sausages, to be stretched by a cock as big as his.

"Look at me. I don't want you to even THINK of other men. I want you to look at men and think 'they can't fuck my pussy like Félix can'. Because that's right. Look at me railing you, look at me making my cock hungry wife happy. He can't do that. He can't make these sounds."

The sounds of her loud, lewd gagging, the sounds of the bed creaking under them, the sound of his heavy frame smacking against her goddess like figure. She couldn't do ANYTHING against him. She just sat there, meeting his gaze, nails digging into the sheets and legs twitching after each and every thrust. He kissed the nape of her neck, let his teeth graze against her little ear.

"He can't stuff you full of cum. He can't make it pour out of you and make you feel stuffed. He can't make you TAKE IT."

She screamed against his fingers as he pushed himself in fully, and came. His cum coated her insides, and he swore he saw goosebumps on her skin as he poured more and more into her. He pulled out of her, having just enough to spill onto the small of her back. She was limp under him. Limp, but loving. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, only to have her hold his hand, and lick and kiss his skin and palm.

"Dios, he got papi so mad...~"

"Damn right he got me mad. He wants to fuck you like me."

She didn't mind the smear of fluids on her face, especially as she continued to make eye contact with him through the mirror.

"But he can't~...no one can fuck me and stuff me like Papi. I think you bruised my thighs."

"One, MY thighs. Two, I got the ass too, don't you worry."

He smacked her ass with his other palm, and she cried out in delight, cheeks flushed at the stinging feeling.

"Ay Papi, so upset~...you really think he can take me from you?"

"...kinda."

She sighed in almost exhaustion as she kept kissing.

"You're as dumb as you are sexy. He can't. Sure, he's sweet. And handsome. And he has so much hair. And he's got a big, big belly and hands-"

"Not helping."

"Oye, let me finish. He might have all of that, but he's not you. My husband, father to my kids. And mi papi, who takes such good care of me. He sees men who wants me, and reminds me of this."

His wife was so sweet. She was his sexy, sexy rock in his life. He sighed, feeling just a bit of jealousy leave his body.

"Gracias, Pepi. And I'm not against you guys being friends, obviously. I trust you."

"It WOULD be hot if he was involved, though."

He flicked her forehead in warning, despite her light swear.

"Hey, I'm still sticking by our no threeway rule. Any man touches you and I'm killing him."

"Does it count as a threeway if he just sits there and watches? All jealous? It'd be cute. He'd sit in a chair, pump his cock while you rub it in his face."

He wanted to say that was an awful idea, but. Well. He WOULD like other men to know they can't have Pepa.

"...we'll talk about it."

Pepa's smirk was huge. This girl really got whatever she wanted.

Whatever meat she wanted.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #listen #pepa flirting with conventionally attractive guys? he sleep #but with hairy men and guts #REAL SHIT #I'll fuck Esteban tho #big butcher boys are in my league

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BIG MOOD PATHETIC SCARAMOUCHE IS SO FUNNY HES RLY THE LITTLE MEOW MEOW😭 need him to be absolutely obsessed w me but he’s too embarrassed that he wants to hold my hand so he pretends to hate me and im like “ that’s mice sweetheart what di you want for dinner?” Saw someone make a dc where you ignore him for like 5 days and he’s on his knees begging like “PLEASE LOOK AT ME” like thats so real to me😭😭 bc once you’ve given him affection he’s gunna do everything to keep it within his grasp😔 ALSO HE DEF WOULD TIE YOU UP AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN💀 childe and singora are so casual about it😭 when he comes back they talk like you’re not even there “how long have they been here?” “I lost count after the fourth hour” “ they’re still conscious I’m impressed” like he’s such an asshole but he will do the 🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼”can I have a hug” afterwards💀 love that for him. Keeps him in my pocket like a little purse dog, he’s my guard dog boyfriend bc he will kill first and ask questions later. “ I don’t like how he looked at you” “he’s the waiter” AND YOOOO DONT EVEN LET DOTTORE UGLY ASS COME CLOSE TO YOU ITS OVER FR-don’t like his new design he’s just a creep like I was the “clones” back the short haired funny scientist dude like I like them unhinged in a clown way!! He’s fuckable, the abusive leather daddy dom on the other hand😒 like he’s fun if he has a tired annoyed uncle personally like he lives to bully childe. But just going around threatening scaramouche and collei bc I forgot he did experiments on her too in the manga is musty like that mask is lame!! WHERE IS THE CLOWN KING😡- he would reflexively go for his throat like he opens his mouth and suddenly his throat is slit “ my bad I got anxious” SGDHSHS UNDERSTANDABLE😭😭😭 and the streets is saying he’s gunna have a claymore??? BE SERIOUS HES A SCIENTISTS TWINK WHOS HUNCHED IVER IN A LAB ALL DAY HE CANT CARY THAT SHIT?? Like he only experiments on KIDS bc he could never kidnap a whole adult like imagine he tries to get itto?? HIS ASS WOULD BE DEAD IN 10 SECONDS!! HE CANNOT FIGHT DELUSION OR NOT!! I would beat his ASS like if you don’t get your ass out my face looking like an X-ray 😒 like be bothering all them people bc he wants so ass he weights 70 pounds soaking wet so he needs to borrow childes body weight

no exACTLY. listen, i love mean!scaramouche as much as the next person but if he's not obsessed then i dont want him. pathetic!scaramouche is the best scaramouche

i saw this scaralumi fanart of him drunk at a bar and diluc calls lumine to calm scara down and when she answers hes like 'hey ugly' and she hangs up and he starts crying again and ugh it's too perfect like that artist captured his best side with that simple fanart heheh

HAHAH yeah scaramouche is the worst bc he would do something so mean to you like ignore you while working but the second he finds out youre mad at him he'll be begging for your attention like he didn't just starve you for two days.... hes a great yandere me thinks-

Scaramouche = purse dog is the best comparison ive ever read T T

okay hear me out... i can forgive all the heinous crimes dottore has committed but i draw the line at him being UGLY. Maybe if he were cuter I would also be obsessed w him but he's so..... eh- LOL i like the clones better than him! (rip to the clones :-(() but also.... him being ugly is kinda the appeal? am i right??? i can never make up my mind-

dottore is supposed to have a CLAYMORE?! WHAT THE HLLL,,,im very confused about his leaks bc i heard that the shit company can't let characters be playable if theyre evil and tbh i dont want him to be redeemed bc he literally cant be redeemed and hes fun as a psycho like??? idk idk idk im just focused on sexy yelan in 3.4 she will be mine!

also isn't dottore one of the top three strongest in the fatui??? right i think....? i seriously dont know how but tbh i dont care! i just focus on mr hottie soooooooooooo sexy capitano teehee

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Ok I've only seen the like og saw so I have no idea who a lot of these dudes are. Tbh you can show me a picture of Hoffman and Mathews and I'd think they're the same guy but I do know who Lawerance is. Anyway this is an excuse to tell me about all of your head cannons for the saw men you love.

OH MY GOD I SAW THIS AND SCREAMED THANK YOU THANK YOU🙏 youre literally the best im so excited, i dont like hoffman that much so any slander good slander but this made me smile so again tysm🫶🫶 the og saw is so good but damn its smth,, i love talking abt these things smth

requests are open n masterlist is up :)

screaming and kicking my feet youre so sweet for this literally lysm💖

Saw General Headcannons! ( Lawrence, Amanda, John, Hoffman )

Warnings: Fluff, Abusive Homelife/Relationships w Addiction for Amanda, Mentions of Ptsd from Saw Traps, Scar mentioning, My Hcs🫶

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Lawrence Gordon

he is an ambivert, doesnt go out of his way to mert new people but knows how to keep a conversation and is a fairly confident person

his cane itself doesnt bother him, but the memories of adam and the bathroom give him shudders and a heavy sigh

he doesnt agree with everything john believes, he feels an immense amount of guilt and even though on the surface he survived, he feels he shouldnt have but will never admit that, a part of him died when he made it out of the basement

AWFUL bedhead, wakes up with either his hair going every direction or sticking to his head

he doesnt use a ton of product, a comb or brush and maybe 1 or 2 other things

great hygiene, he knows whats up and he doesnt use the bs 3 in 1, not musky and showers once a day

his teeth are pretty straight, few cavities as a kid and maybe one now but def had to have braces as a kid

grew up with loving and nurturing parents, they were attentive to him and gave him a lot of praise but took control of his life alot, thats why he needs to feel in control when he does his apprentice work or in his personal life

very reassuring man, since he grew up with great care he knows how to give it as well, he is generally a great relationship guy and knows how to treat his s/o

romantic in personal times, not huge on pda, will hold your hand or let an arm go around your shoulder/back

he does not have a huge online presence, a facebook is really it, thats all he could handle, social media for him isnt a need so dont expect to see him on it alot

im SURE him and hoffman had some type of way of knowing eachother before hand and i wish we saw that, whether it was mutual hatred or snarky remarks, the way lawrence said 'i dont think so,' when hoffman was in the bathroom made me WEAKK i loved his heinous arc so much

hoffman and lawrence probably argue but hoffman is under an anonymous account trying to instigate a fight

def has nightmares / ptsd about thr basement and will wake up in cold sweats imagining hes still there

natural blond, is too afraid to dye his hair because growing up everyone loved it

hes a classical man, appears very charming and can allude himself of much suspicion

he and john talk decently, im sure john has a biased liking toward him, they probably sit down and discuss what should happen next even though lawrence hates it, he still does it

i love to believe that the apprentices and john celebrate holidays or birthdays together, they all have nobody but eachother basically so this hives them the sliver of humanity that most desire

not a jewelry man, thinks it looks a little tacky

has a high self image to maintain

not really an outdoorsy guy, youd have to make him go on a hike, but if you suggest going out to dinner or the movies, he gladly drives you two

doesn't celebrate his birthday, nothing against it but just doesnt

likes italian restaurants

has strictly one barber or hair dresser he goes to, he only trusts them

he most likely did all the group work back in school, he always resented those kids

easily makes a bomb homecooked meal, will leave you wanting more

has a dad bod and he does not care, finds no need to

he likes shopping a decent amount, but if you go with him he will keep you there for hours

im so happy you asked me this omfg, theres more but i think i filled up his section🫶🫶

Amanda Young

she deserved so much better than what she got

you wont see her in saw 2004 ( i believe ) butshe was manioulated by john, and even in his final moments she cared about him, shes a vulnerable woman who latches onto people who treat her with the least bit of kindness or respect

HARD time expressing how she loves or cares for someone, she panics a lot

mainly stemmed from her childhood abuse & neglect, she has a difficult time processing her emotions and stress, making all situations hard to evaluate or stressful in general

she is very caring and loyal to those she trusts, being slightly clingy because if her fear of abandonment

she's surpassed her addiction, but will definitely have a long road to recovery, supporting her and judt being there, driving her to addiction centers throughout her time shows your dedication to her and she may be anxious at first, but warms up to you after a while

besides that, im sure as a child she experimented with so many phases and styles, she wanted to fit in and gain her parents love, schooling was difficult as well for her

im sure she had a few friends, maybe one or two ones that she spent a lot of time with, she was an outcast to begin with, most teachers didnt mind her, im sure she befriended one or two

her grades looked like B's & C+, shes fairly smart but due to her environment she was pushed to her potential

had a few girlfriends in her teen years, she grew into an identity of a 'bad' kid and that attracted some people, possibly forming a group

snuck out a lot, nobody cared when she did so it became a nightly occurrence

she was not ready for any relationships, they were long but toxic, she was vulnerable and needed space and therapy ( still does )

reaching adult years she outgrew her friends and relationships, turning to homelessness possibly after her parents kicking her out, and then messing with a bad group of adults

she definitely likes to shop in the mens and womens section, doesn't care what the clothes are as long as it fits and is warm

she loves when her sleeves are longer then her arms, likes to wrap herself in them

if you take her out for food, she doesnt care where, fastfood is lovely and so is a nice restaurant, shell thank you for the whole night

loves to play boardgames, and if she knew hot to play videogames that would be her favorite as well, anything to fill in the hole of her childhood with bonding time

dislikes marks hoffman.

takes after johns beliefs, he 'saved' her in her eyes so if he says jump she asks how high, dedicated asf

she has the ability to be a healthy soul, but after becoming an apprentice it was gone

i love her am but shes just so💔💔💔😢

John Kramer

i love him

no shame

he most definitely was intelligent growing up, never showed it or talked about it though

reserved, but if he was partnered up for school he would talk what's necessary, super chill kid

not a huge music guy, but maybe in his younger days hed turn on the radio while he worked on designs for inventions, but he never minded if he had to work in silence

he didnt care what other kids thought of him, very humble child who could keep himself company

liked to help his mom with his lunches, had a close relationship w mom, his father was a supporting factor in his life who pushed him to do his best but also was proud of him, however his mom was there more

very hands on type of man, we know hes always tinkering with something

has multiple scars and burns from accidents when making the traps, but has one scar below his hair from the car crash

box dyed his hair as an adult because a past s/o told him to try it, he hated it

very decisive person, if he had social media he would get in arguments alot, he thinks that his way is the right way in a calm way, his username on facebook is probably "@jkramer1" something simple to remember, most likely made a sticky note and gave it to amanda to remind him

dislikes soda & fastfood, would rather make something himself

really doesnt care who he loves, if he finds someone who he can genuinely love and trust hes content

if you date him he is a talker, not like billy lenz, but hes calm & loves to share facts about his inventions, will not let you know their intention because he loves you

he loves animals, he most likely had a childhood dog(s) whom bonded

he considers lawrence his favorite, he likes his independent traits, yet how he still stays with john, its intricate

hoffman on the otherhand

we know what he wanted to happen ( and what did ) to hoffman, so im assuming his apprenticeship was short lived, maybe serving as punishment because john did not respect mark

i believe that he did love jill, but overtime it dwindled

he fucking loves billy the puppet, he has an emotional attachment to it and will always repair it

talks to billy when nobodies around, its therapeutic

my little maniac fr

Mark Hoffman

do not expect a lot of hcs for him i cant

obviously a determined and vengeful person, believes in justice, and possibly the way john does, but not as,, extreme

had a great sibling relationship, the moment his sister died and then her murderer was not done right, he lost it, a part of hoffman that everyone knew before left because he was always close and protective of his sister, and he let his anger out

his sister used to give him haircuts, started when they were seven and just playing around, but she eventually became good at doing his hair so he only trusted her with it

very irritable person, not afraid to break bonds or deceive acquaintances

wants to appear smart & diligent, he needs people to see him better than he is

sensitive in rare instances

hes very protective of loved ones in general, and after he lost his sister its like a cage surrounded you, he wouldnt let you out of his sight

most likely tried weed as a teen and coughed the whole time, was offered something stronger and with tears in his eyes he declined

lawrence and amanda love to mess with him, they tag team on pranking him as their little fun

def got his head smashed into his birthday cake as a kid

fucking loser

john subtly fucks with him everytime they have to meet, john hates these meetings more than hoffman

hes the one who uses 3 in 1 in the shower. sweaty.

had a minor sweet tooth as a kid

on halloween he probably went as a cartoon character by a costume he made

i hate him

thank you for listening🫡🫡

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ziggy thank you sm man this was sm fun🙏🙏 ill always have hcs for them and your request made my day 🫶

requests are open, masterlist is up!

#i heart my mutuals #especially you ziggy thankyousomuchomg #screams #saw #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #peter strahm #sawposting #john kramer #jigsaw #saw franchise #amanda young #billy the puppet #saw 3d

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justyoursicanon · 2 years

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We were just tryna have fun!

Summary: Yandere and Bing were enjoying their time at the skate park, until some person ruins the vibe. Leading said person slightly bruised and both the android and student in trouble. (Just Bing and Yandere being siblings)

Characters: Yandereplier, Bingiplier, Darkiplier, and Googlplier.

Warnings: Just some swears and insults

A/N: Yandere uses She/they and I switch her pronouns along the paragraphs. As for Bing for now he uses He/It and will switch along the paragraphs as well! Also im fr sorry this is long again, I get carried away with this fics.

You may now start reading!

Yandere balanced themself while holding the iron railings, their skates making them lose balance and rolling to who knows where. "Come on Yan you got this! Just like what we practiced last week. Just stand up, and go forward but like sway." Bing encouraged as he stood close by and watched as Yandere nods and tries to keep balance again.

She grips the railings again as she slowly stood properly with the wheels below her. And sure enough, she balanced both skates and stood in front of the android while smiling. "I did it!- Oh sh-!" Her victory got cut short when she took a step and easily slipped and almost hit the ground. Luckily Bing was fast enough to catch her, "Woah alright, slow down Yan. Try standing up again ok?" Yandere nods again and with Bing's soft grip helping her balance and she succeeds into standing once again.

They chuckle happily as they look up to meet the androids eye and it smiles as well. "See? You got it Yandere! Now keep holding my hand and try to sway towards me." Yandere carefully watches their feet as they slowly sway towards Bing. Their smile grows as they steadily do so.

The moment fell when someone decided to throw a crushed can towards Yandere's head, leading for her to get distracted and fall back. "Shit! You okay Yan?!" Bing exclaims as he quickly kneels beside her. "Yea yea, Im alright. Just landed hard is all." She replies while dusting off her clothes.

"Couldn't even stand still. Why bother trying red head?" A tall guy walks up to them. Black hair while holding a skateboard upright beside his leg. "You even look weird." They mutter as they kick the can they threw from earlier.

Yandere frowned but looked else where as they arranged themself in a sitting position. As for Bing, he dropped the hand that was placed on their shoulder and stood up. "Not cool man." He says while taking a step towards the other.

"What are you gonna do? You look even weirder then.. whoever they are." They say as they nod their head at Yandere. Bing clenched his fists as his shades lowered and glared. His eyes slightly in view but unclear due to the bright sunlight.

The guy noticed his fist and his body posture and smirked. "Weirdos getting angry? Oohh what are you gonna do with your old ass glasses? Hit me with your skateboard??" He joked and laughed.

A warning flashed through Bing's vision and he quickly accepted already knowing damn well what it was and punched the guy right in the jaw. The guy fell onto the ground hard with a hand to their jaw and the skateboard laying by their side.

It took the skateboard and gripped it roughly making a crack sound and threw it at the injured man. The guy cried out in more pain and Bing heard the sound of distant footsteps around it. It kneeled down and glared at the guy, shades down to his nose with his black void eyes and bright orange pupils staring at the man with anger as it gripped his shirt.

"How about you go fuck off with that shit of skateboard. Alright dude?" The guy painfully nods and Bing lets go of his shirt. He walks back to Yandere and helps them up and they walk away from the skate park, distant murmurs of voices and clicks of phones behind them. Bing sighs and through his holograms he sends Google a massage that they were heading back.

Google waits outside Dark's office, his eyes observing the hallway as he waits. It sighs as Bing and Yandere both come in view and unharmed, well thats a relief. When they both saw Google they stopped in their tracks as they both muttered to each other. Google's glasses lowered, unimpressed. "Do not worry. I am not here to lecture you, only one of you." It glares at Bing and he nervously smiles back. "Dark is patiently waiting in his office. You may both enter." It steps away and opens the door for them to go through. Yandere nods a thanks and Bing smiles again at it. They all enter Dark's office and stand in front of the entity's desk.

"Yandere, Bing." He says aloud as he leans on his chair. "Please recall what you were both doing earlier this morning." He says as he softly lays his hand on the hard wooden desk. Yandere looks down while Bing pushes his shades up again.

"I may or may not punched a dude up for calling Yan weird..." He mutters out. Dark looks up at the android, his aura shining beside his body. "And you thought, It was neccessary to cause violence onto them? In public?" He asks. Bing stares back at the flashing entity and he nods. Dark sighs as he brings one of his palms up to massage his face. "Look, I understand what you did was out of anger Bing. Believe me, I would have done the same to protect Yandere if it was neccessary. Especially in public." His voice rises at the last word but he sighs again. "Google, please excuse Bing. You are not allowed to go out until we managed to arrange this mess." Google nods and it walks up and softly places its hand onto the others shoulder. Bing nods at Dark and turns to walk out of the office with Google. Leaving Yandere and Dark alone.

"Are you alright Yandere?" He asks. Yandere smiles back at him and nods. Dark adjusts his position from his chair and looks back at Yandere. "No injuries?" She nods again and his shoulders fell in relief. "You are in no trouble for now. But please tell Bing to do no such thing again for both of your safety ok?" Yandere nods again. "Yea yea I get it. Tell Bing to not do some dumb shit out in public I know." Dark's brows furrowed. "Not exactly 'dumb shit' but you understand correct?" Yandere chuckles and nods. "You are excused, Bim is in the kitchen cooking lunch if you and the others are hungry." Yandere smiles brightly and walks out the door.

Dark sighs again while relaxing onto the chair. He stares at the picture that was decorated onto his desk of everyone staring at the camera smiling and posing ridiculously. His eyes stopped at Bing who was doing his normal hand gesture with Yandere's arms loosely hanging from his neck. A smile flashed onto his lips as he stared at the frame quite happily.

#markiplier egos #yandereplier #bingiplier #darkiplier #googleplier #SiC Anon writes #I hope this is good #if not then oh well

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