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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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Hey~ Sugarcube 💋

if you don't mind can you do a story about Charles Lee Ray , Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,and Michael myers with s/o who wears hot clothes and has big boobs.

s/o really likes sucking her breasts, when having sex s/o also really likes her breasts being played or massaged.

You are free to ignore my request, my dear. because I don't make you uncomfortable .

Your work is like a magic💋🥹❤️🌹

Slashers with s/o who has big boobs

TW: nsfw content, mention of murder

So, it is slashers x fem!reader, i hope you enjoy it :)

Charles Lee Ray

This man has always been particularly domineering and possessive. Especially if it is about you, his little doll. Did you specially wear such short tight clothes for your walk? And even when some bastards whistled after you, you looked at Charles with the most innocent angelic smile. What a devil.

That's why you were kneeling in front of a man in your living room right now. Charles was sitting on a chair with his trousers pulled down to his ankles and grinning, looking at you and resting his chin on his hand. You moved your mouth quickly, swallowing the man's cock all the way to the throat. Saliva was running down your face, tears were rolling out of your eyes from an unpleasant sensation. But the man encouraged you with his trademark words like "Good girl" or "Such an obedient doll". Charles gently stroked your temples.

When he finished, the man pulled the penis out of your mouth with a loud pop, releasing the seed on your chest. Or let out a deep groan.

"Smart girl. Come here"

Charles patted his thigh and you obediently climbed into his lap. With one hand he squeezed your ass, with the other he pushed the edge of your panties and inserted his cock, which had already begun to harden again, inside. The man grinned, hearing your cute moans. He began to slowly lower you onto the penis, squeezing your breasts with his free hand and massaging your nipple covered with his sperm.

"Oh, you take me so well, my pretty girl"

He whispered, kissing the clean skin of your chest. Charles loved your body so much. So beautiful and soft, as if you were a real work of art. He loved every inch of your delicate skin. He liked to squeeze your breasts and thighs, leaving hickeys or marks from teeth or nails on them, so that everyone could see that you belonged to him. Just thinking about you made his pants tighten.

"That's it, good girl. Come on, come to Daddy"

Charles stuck his hand down and started furiously rubbing your clitoris, biting your neck. Your eyes roll up when the orgasm hits you in waves.

"What a wonderful girl. Well done. Now you understand that in such clothes it is better to walk only in front of me, right, baby?"

Thomas Hewitt

You were a goddess. Literally the best thing that happened in his life. The fact that you were not afraid of his face, his activities and actions, gave him some confidence. You loved him. And he adored you for it.

But he never liked his uncles' actions towards you. Even if Hoyt told him to relax, because these are all simple jokes, Thomas could not let them get away with it and tried to convey to the brains of these men that they have no right to treat you like this, his treasure. Besides, Hoyt often suggested using you as bait for particularly careless tourists. Such victims were eventually dismembered on Thomas' desk in the most brutal way. It doesn't matter what kind of clothes you were wearing, if you like to wear it. You're just his darling girl.

So now you were sitting on your bed, leaning on the headboard, and Tommy was lying on your lap, sadly pursing his lips. You gently massaged his scalp and combed his tangled black hair with your fingers. Thomas purred slightly as he kissed the exposed part of your thigh.

He was always at peace with you. As if he didn't kill people. It was as if all his relatives were not in this house. As if he wasn't a monster. As if he was normal. Only with you could he feel good and joyful.

Finally he lifts his head and looks into your eyes. You're so beautiful... Just for him. You slowly unbutton the lock of his mask and pull off the coarse fabric. Thomas flinches reflexively when your soft palm rests on his brutal scars. He has not yet fully got used to the fact that you see him without a mask, but now he is sure that you will not judge him, that you will accept him in any way. Because you love him.

Thomas gently covers your lips with his, sliding his palm along your body and stopping at your rapidly heaving chest. He gently squeezes your flesh, and you whine hollowly into a kiss. Thomas knows how much you like it.

A man gently kisses your collarbones and leaves chaotic red flowers on your chest while you gently stroke his hair. Thomas bites your nipple lightly, which makes you squeal, and immediately kisses the bite site. He saw you responding to that victim's flirting, honey. You wanted to make him jealous. Thomas forcefully squeezes your other breast, massaging your pink nipple with my finger.

He undresses, helping you do the same, and puts you on his lap. His thick fingers gently enter your entrance, knocking loud moans out of you. Having finished with the preparation, Thomas gently lowers you onto his cock, allowing you to move on it yourself. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to be quiet. Tommy instantly grabs your palm, brings it to his face and kisses each of your fingers. Don't hold back. Thomas wants Charlie to hear it. He needs to understand who really makes you feel good. Tommy plays with your breasts as you slowly approach the edge. You arrive at the same time, Thomas gently kisses you on the neck, pressing your body to his.

He's so glad you're in his life. You're the best.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba often worries about you. He sees how tired you get from various chores around the house, and how often your body looks tense, given your shape. Therefore, he tries to help you at any opportunity that appears. This is a very cute boy.

You were standing in the kitchen making the cookies that all the Sawyers loved so much. A moment later, Bubba's soft hands fall on your waist, pulling you to him. A man whines softly in your ear worried sounds, and you smile, telling him that everything is fine. But Bubba always felt that his brothers were overloading you. Although he can't help but rejoice at your help to this house, because you stayed with them even after you found out what they were doing.

Bubba gently rubs his cheek against your neck and massages your soft sides, gradually moving to your shoulders. He knows that massage helps to relieve tension and fatigue. A man squeals when you take his palm and put it on your chest. The pale face under the mask blushes. He mumbles something to himself, averting an embarrassed look, but obeys you, starting to gently knead your soft flesh. After a couple of minutes, you already feel his clothed erection pressing against your ass.

It's good that Bubba's older brothers have gone to a neighboring city for some kind of competition. It would be awkward if they came in and saw you and Bubba in this position. The man whined and diligently sucked one of your breasts, gently massaging the other with his hand. You sighed languidly, closing your eyes and pulling Bubba by his curly brown hair closer to your body. God, he's always been so good at this. The man looked at you with puppy eyes, releasing your swollen nipple from his mouth with a vulgar squelching. This boy loves to make you feel good.

Descending lower, Bubba begins to actively work with your entrance, caressing the clitoris. He feels you coming to the edge and starts working faster. Making quiet sobs, you press his face harder against your body, trying to wait out the orgasm. When Bubba straightens up, you see how his face glistens with your juices, and his eyes are full of pleasure and affection. He likes to see you so much after your orgasm, you are so beautiful.

Michael Myers

Michael was always so annoyed by the way other people looked at you. You were so beautiful, like a perfect doll, different from the gray mass of other people. And people enjoyed this beauty. They gave you sidelong glances, allowed themselves to casually touch you and talk to you. But you were his. You belonged to him, the Haddenfield Boogeyman. Of course, all these stupid people will later be found dead and torn to pieces in the doorways. Of course, if the police can identify this bloody mess.

You were sitting in the living room watching some boring TV show. As soon as the back door opened, you jumped up joyfully and excitedly followed the sound. Michael was standing there, covered in blood still not completely dried on his suit and mask, and with a knife in his hand.

His weapon is instantly on the floor when Michael sees you completely: the same short skirt, slightly covering your hips and a tight top. Myers feels his own blood boiling furiously in his veins, throbbing in his head. A moment later, and the man rushes at you, pressing your body against the wall in one easy movement. He holds you by the hips with one hand, rolling the edge of the mask up with the other hand. You squeal painfully when sharp white teeth pierce your delicate skin between your shoulder and neck. Michael growls, now holding your ass with one hand and squeezing one of your breasts with the other. Your cute habit of going home without a bra.

Now your clothes will be irrevocably stained with red. It is unlikely that the blood is washed off from such bright colors. Although it was your favorite outfit. But you can only walk in it in front of him. Remember that.

After a couple of long minutes, you were already lying on the bed in your bedroom. Disheveled hair, a torn skirt on the side and a top lying on the floor. Your neck was covered with red marks just like your chest. You were having a hard time catching your breath.

After making a few finger movements inside you, Michael couldn't pull the stretch. He had to make sure that you would remember this moment for a long time. Without thinking twice, he lines up with your entrance, sliding his cock over your clitoris several times, and abruptly enters a good half. You hiss, grabbing Michael by the shoulders and scratching his back. The man hisses contentedly, breathing into your neck, and squeezes your right breast in his palm, massaging the swollen nipple. You're so needy. None of those bastards will ever see you like this.

Picking up the pace, Michael leaves chaotic red flowers on your chest and collarbones. A dark blue color appears around the bloody circles. Caressing your breasts, Michael continuously whines "Mine", trying to remember the sensations. When you are already approaching the edge, he starts frantically circling his fingers over your clitoris, causing stars in your eyes. When he finishes, Michael presses you to his hips, releasing his seed into you.

"Only mine"

#slashers x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #charles lee ray #charles lee ray x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader

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440gallery · 1 year

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-Sharing is caring

Synopsis:: Neteyam is horney and careless, so he fucks you in the open for everyone to see. Maybe his friends join.

Pairing:: Neteyam x f!omaticaya!reader

Authors note: again it's literally just smut. Neteyam is aged up around twenty same as reader!!! If you don't like exhbition of sex, do not read it.

Content warning:: mature

Word count:: 1.9k

General tags:: smut, Neteyam x reader, p in v, fucking, fingering, sex in public, sharing is caring, light exhibition of sex, choking kink

Walking around the village, I was preoccupied by the things I still had to do. Bringing the animals we hunted to the cookers and making sure they were being prepared for dinner, I went back, feeling satisfied. My feet dragged me across the central place, on my way to the hut as Neteyam came to me. His steps were hurried and fast, capturing me in his arms.

“Hey, ma fyole.” He greeted before letting me down and I grinned, turning in his arms, about to make my way to our nest. “Hey.” I said, moving my footing along the ground, stepping out of his reach. But Neteyam took a hold of my hand, whirling me back against his chest, my back pressing into his warm skin.

Neteyam pushed his body against mine, making me feel his rutting erection on my backside. He groaned quietly as he rubbed himself against me.

“Neteyam.” I said quietly, trying to look out for people coming our way. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him slightly away from me. His hands stayed on my hips, gripping them before bringing me forcefully back to his crotch, making his dick press into my ass.

“Baby, I need you so bad.” He mumbled and brought his canines into the side of my neck, drawing blood as he sank them into my flesh. Rutting against me, my heart beat painfully in my chest, my eyes spinning around because we were still on the central place of the village and Neteyam was literally dry humping me from behind, for anyone to see. Na'vi passed by, seeming unfazed by Neteyam's reaction, walking past us without so much as a glance.

“Been thinking about you the whole day.” He said, pushing his hand under my cloth covering my cunt, his long fingers making contact with my clit, massaging it, pressing hus thumb to the heated bud.

“Neteyam.” I breathed, my hand coming to shove his away, already curling around his forearm. He growled, cubbing my pussy with his hand, other one coming around my throat to squeeze it.

“Fuck baby, I waited the whole day, I ain’t waiting any other second.” He snarled, ripping the cloth away from me, letting it dangle of off my waist, before inserting two fingers into me.

“Teyam, everyone can see.” I mumbled, trying to hide the pleasure frizzing through my veins, crossing my legs together to hide my bare flesh.

“Let them see.” He chuckled. “Let them see, that you are mine.” He voiced out, huskily, whilst roughly parting my legs, spreading them and pushing his third finger inside me, stretching me, hitting the sweet spot inside me, making my toes curl into the hard ground beneath us. It stretched me so, so good and I was wet, my stomach feeling heady and hot all over, my walls clenching around Neteyam’s fingers. His diggits pushed in and out of me, dragging them slowly against my inner walls, making me feel every push, every single tiny movement of his fingers curling and digging inside of me, doing everything to get me as wet as possible.

“But Nete- “I whispered, trying to voice my concerns about being seen, but his hand went around my throat, squeezing hard, so that it was hard for me to breathe, eyes watering as i took in the wobbly figures crossing our path. Body shivering under his control I gasped for air, trying to show him I needed it to breathe, but he kept his forceful hold onto my neck, inserting his fingers faster into me, sending me into a frenzy of heat.

“One more word, and I will do worse than fuck you in public.” He rashed out, scissoring his fingers inside me, making me whine. “That’s more like it, my little dirty whore. Secretly liking when people can see how I push my dick inside you and fill you so good you can’t breathe. So shut the fuck up and take it.” He said, hurrying his fingers out of me, whilst bending my body forward, so he could easily thrust himself inside me with one shove. Feeling so damn full right now I wheezed, breath rushing out of my chest as Neteyam began to fuck me from behind, bringing my arms behind my back, so he could loop his under them, making me arch onto his cock, holding me in place. His feet pushed in between mine, making me spread my legs for him wider, presenting him easy access.

“So pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed into me, hard and fast, making me stumble forward if not for Neteyam to hold me back by my arms. His skin smashed against mine, creating a loud slapping sound, making me lose my mind quickly enough. The sensation of a rough fuck was nothing compared to the fact that we were still out in the middle of the central place, where everyone would gather for food, for meetings, for everything. And he was fucking me right here. My eyes darted around, heart pounding in my chest at the anxiety to be seen, heat rising into my cheeks at the humiliation of it. But I could not stop the needy whines from escaping my throat every time Neteyam forced his way inside, his dick pounding into me. My boobs whipped to the tact of his thrusts, making them a heavy weight on my front. Neteyam’s hand came down on my ass, slapping the flesh raw, leaving his handprint on it, making me yelp under his rough touch.

“Teyam.” I murmured, trying to step away from him, because he was making me feel so much at once, pain and pleasure and adrenaline and excitement and fear and humiliation. “We need to stop.” I said, breathless, a lush flush blooming across my chest and cheeks.

“Oh, but baby, we’ve only just started.” Neteyam grumbled, ramming inside me, and I swear I felt him in my stomach, filling me up with his cock without any remorse. “Just look at you, little pussy sucking in my cock so good.”

I whined as his hand came to my boobs, pushing the cloth from them and fingering the nipple of them, making it stand under the treatment, stimulating my sensitive parts. Neteyam’s balls slapped against my ass, creating a hot feeling around my backside, the flesh an angry red already. It didn’t stop Neteyam from slapping on my ass countable more times, making me whine and moan beneath him, secretly enjoying the rough side of him, domineering me. My pussy was dripping wet and I knew Neteyam knew, the damp sound every time our crotches met was enough to add to the fact. It felt so, so good and I could feel the release was near. Ramming my pelvis against his, Neteyam pushed deep inside me, my eyes widening at the hard, strong angle, making my legs quiver with the force he entered.

My breath grew uneven and loud against the silent central place, letting my whimper sound brash.

“Tey-, so close.” I moaned as he crushed my pussy with his dick, nearly making me lose my mind. Neteyam’s hand came around my throat, squeezing and titling my head back against his chest, arching me back on him even more. I mewled out, toes digging into the ground, as I suddenly heard voices.

“Neteyam- “I said, voiced panicked and loud, knowing they would come across the place to get to the other side of the village. “Neteyam, someone is coming.” I said again, more urgent, but it didn’t seem to faze him all that much, just letting him press his body against mine harder, his arms pulling mine back at him with more force, as if he thought I would escape him any second.

“I don’t care.” Neteyam panted, shoving his cock inside of me, my release nearly forgotten as my eyes darted across the place, seeing the figures rounding the corner, making my heart stop. Neteyam’s friends locked eyes with me, their eyes going from shocked to heavy gazes as they ogled at my half naked body, which was still filled up with Neteyam’s dick. They made their way over to us, making their steps slow and small, so they could look at the show they were getting. Some even cheered on Neteyam, who had a smug grin on his face, as he pushed into me, sending me closer and closer to the edge I did not want to fall over, now that someone was watching.

“Go for it Neteyam.” Itako said, grinning at me as he was bold enough to come in front of me, watching as my tits bounced with every thrust he delivered, seeing the sweat trail down my throat and on my upper lip, staring at the place where my mate and I were intimately joined. I bit my lip furiously, trying to stop my moans from escaping, as everyone of the four guys seemed fixated on the sound leaving my lips every now and then. And then Neteyam spoke.

“Itako, do me a favour and play with her clit a little. She needs it to come and I want to bring her over the edge.” I felt so damn shocked that a disbelieving noise escaped from my throat, making Neteyam and his friends laugh.

“It’s okay babe. He’s just assisting in giving you pleasure. We’re going to take good care of you. Just come for me.” He said, letting his tongue trail along my neck and a needy whine slipped past my lips. The guys clinged to the sound, Itako's hand moving itself across my sensitive bud and my legs shivered as he pressed his thumb along it, moving it in circles, spreading some of the wetness on it, before beginning with the torture.

Neteyam’s thrusts slowed, him rather fucking deep and hard, than fast and it made me slide forward with each shove, more into Itako finger rubbing my nub. Mewls left my lips, my walls quivering around Neteyam’s cock, leaving me breathless and I moaned as a shiver of pleasure moved along my body, goosebumps covering my skin. Neteyam slapped onto my butt again, making the flesh wiggle underneath his grip, as he shoved it out of the way for better, deeper access.

“That’s it baby.” Neteyam murmured, not even fazed by the presence of his friends, just continuing to fuck me. My moans grew louder, and I knew I couldn’t hold any longer, especially when Neteyam moved from deep and hard to fast shoves. It made my body quiver in his arms and with one last flick on my clit from Neteyam’s friend I came hard onto Neteyam’s cock, my muscles tensing up as I came, feeling wetness between my legs squirting out, making me lose control over my body for several seconds before coming down from my high, feeling Neteyam’s pulsating cock inside me, filling me up with his cum. As he pulled out, I felt limp in his arms, breath uneven and hard, as my pussy still clenched around nothing, feeling both of our cum joining together at my cunt, leaving everything creamy and damp.

Neteyam took me in his arms, talking praise as his friend said their goodbyes, telling him they would see him soon.

“You were such a good girl, babe. Fuck, so good. Even taking Itako’s hand whilst fucking me. So brave, baby.” He mumbled as he walked us to our nest, laying me down before laying next to me.

His lips latched onto mine softly and I knew I couldn’t be mad at him, knowing it had felt good all along. I knew Neteyam’s friends had talked about me being his mate a lot, probably including our sex. But I found myself actually liking the idea of Neteyam talking about me, naked and ready for him, only for him, others only able to touch me if he allowed.

“They wanted to see you.” He said, confirming my suspicion, making me grin.

“Hopefully I impressed.” I said, leaning into his touch.

“They better fucking are, because I won’t share you again.”

“Hmm. Fuck me any way you want, Teyam. I will always love you either way.”

“And I you, y/n.”

#neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam smut #neteyam imagine #neteyam scenario #avatar way of water #neteyam avatar #avatar 2 #smut #smut fanfiction #neteyam x oc smut #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you

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regretevatorr · 24 days

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★ Pest Relationship Headcanons ★

tags: pest/reader, general relationship headcanons, sfw

★ To get with Pest, I'd take a WHOLE lot of effort for him to even begin to think of you in a romantic manner. Even starting up a friendship with him is difficult, so you better bet this is going to be quite the challenge.

★ But somehow, some way, you two lovebirds end up in a fresh, brand new, relationship together.

★ Pest will likely keep you at an arms length just as you two were in friendship. Not too close, not too far away, but still out of his personal little space. Even though he trusts you as he would a close friend of his, he doesn't trust you enough to get too close. It just makes him a tad bit uncomfortable.

★ His primary love language is quality time and his secondary is acts of service. He won't engage in physical touch or affection early on in the relationship, the most he'll do is put a hand on your shoulder and rub it gently, basically his way of getting a feel for physical affection.

★ A good while into your relationship he'll start advancing his affections. Something like pressing his cheek to yours and whispering something (you probably don't understand) in Japanese. More than likely they’re sweet nothings that he doesn’t want to say in a language you can understand. It'll embarrass him far too much to say it to your face.

★ At some point, he'll start to feel more comfortable touching you (in private, as PDA is a hard no for him) cuddling, holding hands, laying next to each other; all that romantic jazz.

★ Pest doesn't show too much emotion so don't expect him to be anything less than a little distant - he won't initiate any affection but he won't deny it either. That doesn't mean he doesn't love you though, he just shows it in very different way, unlike many other people.

★ Will kiss you if you beg him enough; but not without some teasing on his part (but when he does he'll have to be extra careful not to scratch you with the sharp ridges of his mandibles)

★ Gets you (very much stolen) gifts he thinks you'll like. If it's small enough he'll just sneak it into your pocket with a sticky note attached to it and if it can't fit he'll just throw it at you and scitter away. He doesn't know how to approach you in gift-giving situations.

★ If anybody insults you in his presence or harasses you expect Pest to take action. He is not afraid to throw a punch if they continue bothering you. He's not the kind of person to let people have their way with you, no sir!

★ Doesn't outwardly show a lot of possessive behavior, but when he's jealous and feels as if the other person is challenging him, he will, without a doubt, hiss at them and give them a sharp glare in the form of narrowing eyes in hopes the person would get the message and scram. He doesn't want his or your time being wasted by some nobody.

★ He listens to every word you say; that includes any details about your day, yourself, or others. Pest may seem careless, but he is very attentive, especially when you are the one speaking. Somebody annoyed you today? He'll have a word with them. So (Insert food item) are/is your favorite food? He'll definitely keep that in mind next time he's in the kitchen. You had a terrible day? He knows just what will help. Any detail, minor or major, is running through his head as soon as you say the word.

★ Conclusion: Pest my beloved.

#₊˚ෆ ׂ regretevator writings #pest x reader #partyguest x reader #regretevator x reader

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to; I just thought of this as a cute idea. So, you know know each character has a set of, “About *insert character*” voice lines? What if Scara had a “About puppet reader” voiceline and vice versa? What would they be?

Finally got to answering this!

This is such a cute idea and I may have gone overboard on this! However, I didn't do one for Reader's voicelines, that's something unique to everyone and I want the reader themselves to have their own voice so as compensation - enjoy!

(This ask is related to a published story called Kintsugi, spoilers ahead if you haven't read it yet)

For all versions

About Puppet Reader:

You and your savior complex. Haven't you peered into my memories already? You've gotten all the information you need, I'm not speaking matters about them to you of all people, you've gotten the upper hand for far too long...

When It Rains: (friendship level 4)

Is it raining on your side too...

About Puppet Reader: Kintsugi

It is not my place to answer that, but if your annoying curiousity ends up hurting them - well, you'd be facing the wrath of my newfound power and a different kind of bloodlust. Hehehe, that face... I'm glad you know I'm not fooling around.

For the Canon Ending

About Dottore: Betrayal

I was too foolish, blinded by my own ambition and too careless to see the strings he's been pulling all this time. What else is there to say? The moment I see him, I'll tear him apart for even touching what's mine.

About Regrets: (friendship level 6)

*whispering* No, they're not weak, they'll survive. Even as innocent as they are, they're not naive but - Traveler, if you were in their place, would you... would you be able to forgive me?

Tsk, nevermind. Forget this ever happened.

For the good ending (calling it the Omamori Ending/AU)

Chat: Joining the Party

Alright, I'm here, let's get going. Slow down? Hah, maybe for you, but I've no time for chitchat. The sooner we're done here, the sooner I'm back home.

About Puppet Reader:

That look on your face - what? Can't believe someone like them is associated with me? If I had to pick one person to spend eternity with, I'll gladly destroy the rest of the world so it would be just us. Aren't I romantic? ... Why are you looking at me like that?

About Wanderer: Omamori Charm

It's just a protection charm. (Y/N) had picked up the hobby of making crafts recently, and this is just one of their many talents. You want one for yourself? Psh, please, you'd be a waste of their time - so don't ask them for one.

About Puppet Reader: Kindness

Such pure heart for a puppet wronged by this cruel world... A kindness like that is proof that they are of divine origins, something humans like you could never achieve. And that's exactly why no one else is worthy to stand by them but me.

About Wanderer: Wedding Ring (unlocked after wedding sq)

I'm glad your eyesight is still intact. If you're aware of my predicament now, why are you still separating me from my spouse for your nonsensical tasks?

When the Wind is Blowing (friendship level 4)

Little bird*... You better not be lost on your way home again *sigh*

Hope you liked it as much as I did writing it! Super fun oh it reminds me so much of Universe Reversal voiceline prompts hehe there would be more but this would just end up being a whole ass document if ever

*refers to Kouta, name of the bird they adopted to send letters

#exile.goblet #anon #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #about kintsugi #sumeru arc #exile.reader #gender neutral

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akkkkollle · 2 years

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always bonten and toman mikey but what about kanto mikey???

Pairing: Kanto!Mikey × M!Reader.

Words: 1000+

CW/TW: from gentle to rough, orgasm delay, praise, humiliation, degradation, slap (1 time), "Daddy" (2 times), overexcitation, punishment.

An intermittent moan reverberates through the room, followed by a sob a few seconds later, followed by a slap of thighs against thighs. The moan of your name escapes from the lips of the blonde as he grabs your shoulders harder, lifting his hips up and then down again.

Your gaze slides over his naked body. The only thing that covers his small body is the Kanto jacket draped over his shoulders, as always. Beads of sweat trickle down his body from the foreplay that ended a minute ago. His little cock jumps to the beat of his thrusts, bouncing until precum flows out of the tip. His hair is loose, showing his cute naughty strands. His black eyes are full of lust and bliss from the pleasure he is experiencing now. Tears accumulate in the corners from a slight pain from stretching. His mouth trembles as he moans and whines from his inept movements.

He's not used to riding you, usually you just fuck him, but today...

-D-do you like it? - he whispers, stuttering when he feels you touching his prostate.

-Of course, Manji, you're doing so well. - you stroke his head, pulling his hair back for a few seconds.

He smiles slightly at your praise, and then whines when you kiss his neck, occasionally sucking it, leaving light hickeys. He pushes his head back, giving you more access to his milky skin.

He squeezes around you, making you growl from his tightness. His fingers tighten, scratching your shoulders. And his lips immediately fall on yours, casually kissing them. The kiss is full of lust, only the tongue, the clash of teeth and the rare bites of each other's tongues.

- Ah, I'm now... C-cumming, let me, please. - his head falls on your shoulder, his warm breath blows over your skin.

- Of course, sweetheart. Come whenever you want. - he nods quickly, biting his lips, continuing his careless jumps on your cock.

-T-thank you, Daddy... Damn! - he groans as his orgasm hits him.

He continues several thrusts, but then stops, trying to catch his breath. You stroke his head with one hand, hugging him to you. You struggle with a strong desire to throw him on this leather sofa and fuck him like the last time. You just wait until he regains his breath and you, too, will feel a great sense of orgasm.

- M-m/n, I... - he sighs, and your chest feels his exhalation. - Continue yourself, my thighs are already, phew, everything...

You look down at his thighs and realize that he is telling the truth. He's sitting on your lap, but his thighs are shaking as droplets of his sperm flow down them. You just laugh, putting it on the couch, pulling out your dick for a few seconds.

He gasps, not yet recovering from the orgasm, when you insert your cock again and start your thrusts. Again, this hot, pleasant feeling grows in the lower part of his stomach, again making him feel aroused. His hips hug your waist as your thrusts become much deeper and more precise.

-You're so weak, Mikey. You can't bring me to orgasm because of fatigue. Are you sure you're invincible or does the feeling of my cock inside you make you such a weak boy? - you ask, biting his neck, causing his back to be covered with goosebumps.

He didn't see the sky during the loss, right? But with you, he's ready to see everything. Though sky, though heaven, though hell, though his death. The feeling of how you fuck him constantly makes him become a helpless being, subject only to you alone.

- Don't you think you should be punished for this? - he opens his previously closed eyes wide.

He looks into your eyes and whimpers, realizing that you are not joking. He doesn't like punishment, he just likes sex with you. He's such a good boy, right? But the best proof of power is strength. And it does not matter whether it is physical or moral.

- No, I'm me.. Ah! - he moans when you slap his thigh, increasing the speed of thrusts. - S-sorry, yes. I'm such a bad boy.

- I'm glad you understand that. You know, it's only fair if I don't let you cum either, right? - he just nods, but mumbles with displeasure when your hand squeezes his penis, especially pressing on the base.

He whimpers, feeling an approaching orgasm, which, unfortunately, he will not get. But at the same time, he feels your dick twitching in it. That means you're coming soon, too. Maybe you'll take pity on him?

- Is Daddy coming now? - he asks, whimpering.

- Yes, so you, slut, better squeeze harder and accept it all. - he shouts "Yes!", which makes you smile, speeding up your thrusts as much as possible.

And you finally cum inside him, relaxing your hand on his cock, letting him cum. He screams, feeling you cum into him and his own orgasm. But when you pull out your dick, he shrinks like a good boy.

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WHAT'S UP/ Masterpost

part of the @the-forgor-four-rottmnt

COLORFUL DUDES? AND THEY'RE MAGIC?? Magic Man- @mikey-the-mischevious Fruitcup- @leontheluxuriousone Why he got eyebrows- @donvonryan WOAH I'M HUGE? WTF??- @raph-reign17 Another Girl?- @thecassclan Eyy another puke girl- @aprilthefiercequeen We have a grandma??- @hamato--karai A fifth turtle??- @riseleon Fym that girls a mom- @hugzfromcaseyjr

Man what happened to them?

Nah why's Leo always the leader- @captain-ryans-no1-fan Mike and Ike- @the-party-dude He's gay? Do I need to interview Don- @donniepedia-the-encyclopedia Are anger issues my canon event- @im-a-turtle-with-anger-issues A girl?- @karaiirl He's pretty chill or whatever- @goongala-hockey-puck DAD?? YOU'RE COOL??- @a-wise-rat Emo gorls

Literally why is he emo tho- @last-ronin So we are all fucked, cool- @0r0ku-k1ller What's up his ass?- @nightmaresoftheabyss Is he even alive?- @brainstimesbrawn

Woah even older dude

Fukin' Leos everywhere- @leos-katanas Other Guys!

Vivi- @Mikey-rottmnt Stella- @stella-kessho-reporting-for-duty Alex- @smartass-opposum Gay Springtrap looking ass- @yokai-nerd Paxxon- @pax-man2010 Old Ass Mantis- @repo-maniac Rosemary, like the herb?- @rosewater-n-rosemary Luna- @the-multiverse-jumper WTF HAPPENED HERE??

Nah who killed his boyfriend?- @ninjas-greatest-weapon 100% more eyebrows- @genius-othello YOYO MAN!- @marvelousmichelangelo BIGGER AND SPIKIER??- @b1g-raph1e

Nah evil dudes? Whyyyy Is this like the human who tried to milk us- @bigmama10ffical Rena- @rena-hoshimi-at-duty Genghis frog's blue cousin?- @the-frog-assassin Katydid- @the-katydid-knight Who's this dipshit?- @leader-of-the-foot Funtime Foxy?- @kikikatherinerosaline Nyx?- @n1ghtsh4de-nyx Hate these assholes My least favorite weeb- @donnie-the-weeb My favorite little shit Insert Careless Whisper❤💖- @magicalglitterbomb, @izayakasanka

-------------------------------------------------------------------- Tc/st, Proshippers, Rascists, Homophobes, TERFs, ALL OF YOU DNI. Don't be gross I'll hit you. ((this shows I'm ooc!)) ((normal blog: @navinenightshade)) AS OF FEBRUARY 11TH, THE ROLEPLAY HAS BEEN RESET

Tags are #raph yaps, #raph answers, #raph's important shit and #raph's important little shit

#raph's important shit

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unicone0crem · 11 months

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*insert careless whisper music*

#murder drones #nuzi #n x uzi #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #serial designation n #lol

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petitelepus · 1 year

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YANDERE COMMISSION

I was commissioned by sweetheart called @biggesttfsimp to write about her Yandere matches!

Idea was that the Reader was taken from their Yandere and they retrieve what is rightfully theirs.

There are some different states of Yandere/Victim relationships in here so they aren’t all completely same.

Enjoy everyone and thank you for commissioning me!

Small warning, Robo violence and blood!

CUT THEM DOWN

You bit your lower lip anxiously as you looked at the Decepticons around you, who were holding you as a prisoner. You had been careless and had gotten caught while enjoying the scenery of the sun setting down the horizon.

An especially beautiful scene this time of the year, but you had been recognized by some Vehicons that were expecting to be praised for capturing one of the Autobots' pet humans.

You have no idea how much time passed, but you were sure your disappearance had been noticed. Especially once Megatron showcased the image of you to the Autobot's frequency, demanding that the heroes would switch the precious Iacon Relics that they had for you.

Now you held no love for Decepticons and they held even less for you, but you weren't a monster. You looked at Megatron who was speaking with Soundwave and Starscream.

"If Autobots want their precious human back, they have to do as I say and bring us the relics they have!" Megatron growled under his breath and Starscream being the sneaky snake he was, kissed ass like a pro. "Yes, and then we shall take over what's-!"

"You guys are making a terrible decision here..." You muttered under your breath, but Starscream had heard you.

The sleek Decepticon turned to look at you and gave you one of his famous glares, "What did you say?"

You swallowed nervously, but held your ground, "You guys are in way bigger danger than I am." You said and silence fell into the room before the whole room full of Decepticons and Vehicons burst out laughing. You bit the inside of your cheek as you were laughed at and finally, they stopped laughing.

"Look after the human," Megatron ordered as he, Soundwave, and Starscream left the room. You looked around nervously at the Vehicons guarding you, and that is when you felt the air in the room shift.

You could feel it, his presence and it made you look around in fear, but you couldn't see him.

"Close your eyes..." Came his whisper and you knew from experience not to disobey him. You closed your eyes and just as you did that, you heard the Vehicons in the room scream in agony. You could only imagine with he was doing there before you to these poor Cons you had tried to warn.

"You can open your eyes." He said and you opened your eyes and saw Ratchet standing there, but your attention was stolen by the bodies of the Vehicons who just a second ago were alive and laughing at you. That, and how Ratchet was covered in the said Vehicon's energon.

What you imagined didn't come even near reality. It appeared that Ratchet had come into the room with a relic called Phase Shifter. The said relic allowed its master to go through objects as they pleased, a truly magnificent piece of Cybertronian technology.

Well, it looked like he had used the relic to pull the sparks straight out of some Vehicon's chests while he had used his knife to cut some apart from inside out. The smell in the room was foreign to you, but you had no doubt that if you were a Cybertronian you would be sick because of all the energon spilled on the floor.

An alarm went off and you could hear a commotion coming outside the interrogation room. Ratchet was standing there by the door and with one punch, he destroyed the code reader that opened and closed the door when the right code was inserted. Now no one would get in and no one could get out.

"My love, how-!" He was saying as he cut you loose from your bindings and saw you properly.

"Your face...!" Ratchet gasped quietly and you blinked in confusion as you raised your hand and touched your cheek. You winced. It must have been bruised at some point of time during your stay with Decepticons.

"Your beautiful face..." Ratchet muttered quietly as he gently touched your cheek with the tip of his servo. You could feel something wet and sticky touch your skin and you shivered at the idea that you had just been touched with hands tainted by robot blood.

"You came..." You said quietly and Ratchet scowled.

"Of course I did." He said as he picked you up and gently held you against his chassis as he opened a commlink to Autobot base, requesting a GroundBridge to your coordinates. You had to hurry because you could hear Decepticons banging on the door, trying to bring it down by brute force.

The portal to Autobot base opened and Ratchet carried you to safety. Once you were at the base, the bridge shut down behind you and Autobots rushed to meet you.

"Ratchet, where did you go, we couldn't contact you and-! Is that energon!?" Optimus asked, but Ratchet ignored him so he could place you on the pedestal where the kids were. The kids surrounded you and while they meant good, you weren't in that good shape to talk with them.

While Rafael tried to leave and get you a glass of water, Jack had to tell Miko to calm down and leave you be for a while. You had just been through something traumatic and you needed space to recover.

"I'll perform a physical on her," Ratchet said, but before he could grab you Arcee stepped between you two. "Ratchet, with all due respect, I think you are too far in this. What exactly went down there on Nemesis, you're covered in energon?"

"Arcee..." Ratchet sighed, but the Autobot femme frowned, but before she could say anything else you butted in.

"It's okay Arcee." You said with a smile as you stepped forward so Ratchet could pick you up. "I don't mind Ratchet checking me. They did get me pretty good, after all?" You chuckled as you pointed at your bruised cheek.

The blue femme frowned, but nodded, accepting your explanation and you smiled as Ratchet carefully picked you up and took you to his quarters to check you. Once the door closed behind you two you looked at him, "Can you put me down?"

Ratchet did as you asked and placed you on his bed. You would barely look at him so he had to ask, "Are you mad at me?"

"...Yes." You nodded and the medic frowned, "Why?"

"Because...!" You scowled, "Because...!"

"I don't understand. Are you mad at me for saving you?" Ratchet asked and you scowled harder, "Maybe..."

Hearing this, the medic got mad, "You needed me! I needed you...!"

"You didn't need to kill them...!" You replied and he frowned, "They hurt you!"

"You noticed that after you had killed them!"

"I only did what I did because I love you, can't you see that?!" Ratchet snapped and you flinched. Seeing this, he sighed and gently touched your shoulder with his servo. "I'm sorry... I only did it because I love you... You have to understand that?"

You did, but was it worth killing someone, even if those someones were simple Vehicons...? You were taught right from wrong at a very young age and now you couldn't tell what this all was. You sighed, your shoulders relaxing considerably as you accepted his words.

"Okay... But no more killing anyone! Alright?" You asked as you turned to look at Ratchet. The medic smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed the top of your head.

"I won't..." He promised...

...But sometimes people took justice into their own hands.

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SNACKS DENIED

"You are in huge trouble." You said from your seated position on a chair you were tied on. The petty villain of Detroit, Angry Archer had captured you in hopes of blackmailing some money out of your companions. While you admit, you had been careless, you hadn't expected to be captured by someone like him.

"Alas, thou are a friend of the Bots, are thou not?" The weirdo in green costume asked and you rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, "Wrong side, genius."

"That does not matter! I will make my demands and release thou for 6-digit numbers!"

That was a lot of money for little old you. Did he really expect Autobots to carry such riches with them? Even your lover, or what he preferred to be called as wasn't that loaded and he worked for the most sinister Cybertronian you knew.

"You really should let me go. For your own good." You said and you meant it. No matter where you were or where you went, your lover always knew exactly where to find you. You couldn't understand how, maybe was there a tracking chip in you or something, but you couldn't tell.

"And what if I won't? What are thou going to do?"

"It's not what I'm going to do." You said as you heard the sound of a fighter jet approaching the abandoned warehouse you were held in at. "It's what he is going to do when he finds us."

The Archer laughed and was about to reply, no doubt going to brush off your warning, but then something hit earth so hard that the whole warehouse shook. For a second you were afraid that the whole place would collapse on top of you, but your fears went away when you heard a familiar voice.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Came furious German-accented shouting that you knew belonged to Blitzwing, your kinda lover's, Hotheaded personality.

Next thing you knew, the warehouse's ceiling was ripped off and your partner's red face came into your view. You looked at the Archer who was looking at the scene before him with his eyes wide in shock and you grinned, "I told you."

The Archer gasped and tried to use his magnetic grappling lines to make a quick escape, but Hothead grabbed the line as Archer was about to take off, leaving the human hanging on the line like a fish in a hook.

"YOU LITTLE-! YOU DARE TO STEAL FROM-!" Hothead was saying when his face shifted and the Random personality took over.

"Ooh, snack time!" Random cackled as he raised the villain into the air, but just as he was about to drop the man into his maw, you interrupted him.

"Blitzwing, no!" You shouted and Random stopped, but only for enough time to look at you, "What iz it my little Liebling?"

"Don't eat him!"

"Yes, don't eat me!" The Angry Archer cried out desperately, only amusing Blitzwing's maniac personality even further.

"Und why not?" Random shrugged as he laughed, "He took jou from me!"

"But I'm alright, aren't I? No reason to hurt him!"

"But I-!"

"I think he learned his lesson!" You cried out more seriously and Blitzwing pouted, but then his face changed and Icy took control.

"Very well, if that is what jou want." He said and you sighed in relief. Icy was usually the one who would listen to the voice of reason. You watched him twirl the line Angry Archer had tried to use to escape around the said man, trapping him now instead.

"Wanna cut me loose?" You asked and Blitzwing nodded, and he set the criminal aside but that was when you heard the sirens in the distance. Someone must have called the police when they saw a giant evil alien robot tear a warehouse into pieces.

"I hear Autobot reinforcement approaching." Blitzwing muttered mainly to himself and then Hothead took control, "LET THEM COME! I'LL SQUASH THEM LIKE TIN CANS!"

"No!" You shouted, not wanting any innocent policemen to get hurt because your lover was... Well, partly lunatic Decepticon?

"Can't we just leave?" You asked and Hothead shot a glare in your direction. "JOU WANT ME TO ADMIT DEFEAT!?"

"Please...?" You asked with your eyes big and wide, a puppy look you had mastered when it came to wanting something from Blitzwing. The red-faced mech scowled as he looked at the cute look you were giving him and Icy took control of the body.

"Very well then." Icy nodded with a defeated sigh and cut you loose before picking you up. Just as the police made it to the scene of the crime, Blitzwing transformed into a jet and took off with you inside him.

Back at the Decepticon base, Blitzwing was having an internal fight with himself. He was angry that you had been taken, and then he was mad for letting you loose enough to be captured like that and then he was furious that you had been set in danger.

He kept talking about what if Autobots would have gotten you from Angry Archer before Blitzwing had made it there. They would have no doubt taken you from him and if that had happened who knows if you would have been able to see each other ever again?

You couldn't bare to watch him fight with himself like that. You sighed as you whistled and that caught your lover's attention.

"It's okay Blitzwing." You said as you put on your biggest and most genuine-looking smile, "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"But-!"

"I love you."

At first, those three words were something to say when you wanted something or tried to make your point go through. You hadn't meant them at first, but now that you had been with Blitzwing for so long, you didn't know anymore if you actually did mean them.

You had grown accustomed to his company, his mood swings, and three different personalities who clashed here and there. You couldn't imagine life without him. There was a word for this, Stockholm's Syndrome, but you liked to believe that you were still in control of your feelings if only somewhat.

"Ooh, little Liebling is so cute!" Random, when did he take control, laughed as he leaned down so he was on your level and the situation briefly reminded you of those books and shows where they taught how to talk to children and animals without causing them fear.

"I could just eat you up!" He cackled and knowing him, he might just try that if you chose your words poorly.

"You wouldn't eat me," You smiled, "You love me too much."

"That I do!"

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CAGED BIRD

“You should just leave me.” You had said to these nice Cybertronians who had picked you up about a month ago from this alien market while you were out there waiting... Waiting for who? Well, an opportunity really.

“What are you saying?” This blue mech asked as he smiled, “After we so kindly picked you up when you were lost and hurt?”

“Things change.” You replied and a purple mech laughed, “C’mon, don’t be so formal with us! You’re one of us now, our friend!

Friend? Did friends really talk behind each other’s backs about selling each other to the highest bidder as a pet or as a living stress toy?

Yes, you had heard them speaking about you behind your back, but you didn’t mind.

You weren’t one in danger and you had honestly given these guys a fair warning. Rest was up to them if they would take it or leave it. Either way, time was running out.

Just on cue, the sound of an explosion going off somewhere in the building startled everybody and your companions jumped up from their seats around the table you were all seated at.

“What was that!?” The blue mech shouted and you sighed, “The reckoning is coming.”

“What does that mean!?” Purple mech shouted and there was another explosion, followed by a blood-curdling scream. The mechs looked at each other in horror and then they heard footsteps...

And Tarn walked into the room.

“Wh- Wha-!” They both stuttered and Tarn looked around the room until his crimson optics landed on you.

“Finally, I found you.” He said and the mechs yelped, thinking he was talking to them, but you could tell that he meant the words to you.

“Who are you!?” The mechs asked.

“My, where are my manners!” Tarn bowed curtly, “I’m here on behalf of our gracious lord Megatron, doing his holy work and eliminating all the traitors of the Decepticon cause.”

“Traitors-!” Blue mech gasped, “But we aren’t Cons!”

“Those against Decepticons shall share their fate with the rest of the traitors,” Tarn replied and both mechs looked like they could piss themselves if they could. You never really looked into Cybertronians’ biology, so you didn’t know.

“The war is over, there is no reason for us to fight anymore!” They shouted, but they might have as well been saying their prayers.

“Ah, I see you have a fair maiden with you,” Tarn said, his focus moving on you and the mechs holding you saw it and their final chance to save their afts.

“It’s the human you want, right?!” The purple mech shouted and he moved quickly as he grabbed you with a little too much strength, making you flinch, and offered you to the leader of the DJD.

“Here! Take her and let us live!”

Tarn looked at you and opened his hand towards you. The mech holding you quickly handed you over and Tarn immediately moved you to a much more comfortable position in his arms.

“How have you been, my fair maiden?” He asked and you smiled, “They have been decent towards me.”

“You heard her! We have been nice to her!” The purple mech shouted and his blue partner nodded while looking desperate, “So, you let us go now, right?”

“You seem to have misunderstood.” Tarn shook his helm as he snapped his servos and stepped aside. “I never said I would spare you, you just assumed so.”

Two Cons stepped into the room, Helex, and Kaon, both smiling sadistically at the sight of two more victims.

As the mechs holding you started to beg for their lives, Tarn turned and left the room so you wouldn’t see the bloodshedding. In his own way, he wanted to keep you pure so he never let you see the violence.

You sighed as you closed your eyes for a moment, feeling exhaustion taking over you, and the next thing you knew, you were back at Peaceful Tyranny.

Tarn gently placed you on your own seat and you looked downwards. Your skirt was a little bit out of its place, showing your purple bruised leg.

Truth was, that you had long ago stopped feeling anything on your legs. They just were there.

While Nickel didn’t like you, she had made sure you were alright, or as alright as you could be. You wouldn’t lose your legs and with the right treatment, you could maybe even gain back control of them.

Until then you would be bound to your wheelchair. Just the way Tarn liked you. Totally dependent on him.

“While I understand your need to be useful, this stunt you pulled was way too risky,” Tarn said and you looked at him.

“I’m sorry Tarn.” You weren’t really sorry, but Tarn worshipped you too much to notice a false apology.

“You do know that I have you locked away for your own safety, don’t you?”

“Yes, Tarn.” You nodded and your lover continued, “The world is a scary place for someone like you. You need me to survive in here.”

“Yes, Tarn.” You nodded again as your eyes landed on your purple leg again.

In a way, you were like a little bird, unable to use its wings. Tarn had made sure of that.

He seemed to notice how you looked at your useless legs and he carefully moved your long skirt so it covered your legs completely. He was quiet and you could tell he was feeling bad in his own way.

"It's alright Tarn...” You said as you smiled bravely. "I wouldn't leave you even if I could."

Again, you could tell he listened to you, latching onto every word that slipped past your lips. He was happy, you could tell.

There was a small moment of silence between the two of you and he was first to break it, clearing his intake and he stood up.

“Now it’s almost dinner time.” Tarn noted as he checked the time and you could tell he was smiling at you, “Won’t you sing for me?”

And you smiled, “Yes, Tarn.”

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one-black-rotary-phone · 6 months

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Robin also would NOT serenade his s/o in Spanish, like PLS he is NO Romeo of any kind omg. Like you said in a previous post, yeah he’ll be a little flirty, but he is NOT gonna swoop your off your feet. Same to post-kidnapped Finney. Now I don’t think Finney was ever flirty period, so after even thought he’s a bit more confident, his personality won’t be doing a full 360 😭

Yeah. He doesn't strike me as someone who'd even be that comfortable using nicknames. Like, he wouldn't use Honey or any of that sappy stuff, but he would NOT use any weird shit either. Like, dude would be too awkward to say anything most of the time. He'd probably only say something if he's trying to be cool when he's feeling threatened.

And Finney is the most awkward guy in the school pre-kidnapping. And after he gets the courage to talk to his crush, not to play Careless Whisper and knock out his rivals for his crush out by hitting them in the shin with a scooter. Like, he's not a flirt.

I can tell people just want to insert those traits onto him because they find flirty people attractive and want Finney to be perfect for them or something. To that, I offer the opportunity to make an OC. Literally it's so freaking cool like. Just take a character as a base if you want, change something about them, slap on whatever characteristics you like, and boom. New OC. Hell, you can even follow the exact story-line of TBP if you want as long as you don't monetize it.

#cass' rotary #anonymous #Robin's The Stinker so he'd never get anyone anyway #(<- cool ones understand)#hm am i being bitchy here #i dont wanna be a bitch but i also dont really know when too far is too far #idk block me or something if you dont like it #i wont be offended #tbp #the black phone #anyways. send post.

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gatorinator · 9 months

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SO I just watched the miraculous movie and I would like to say two things:

1) I really enjoyed the movie

2) it’s a very bad movie

Spoilers

The movie, as a miraculous fan, was fun to watch. But it’s not because it was a good movie. In fact, I think fundamentally this movie failed both as a movie, and as a movie musical.

Bad movie

The animation was absolutely gorgeous. But the writing was bad, and even looking past that (I haaaate how the beginning of the movie was like the beginning of every single kids/tween movie ever) the pacing of the movie was abhorrent. Lots of the jokes didn’t land, the moments they tried to set up cut away scenes didn’t have enough set up or flow (the back and forth of adrien telling plagg how much ladybug prolly liked him vs Marinett saying how dumb chat was, the back and forth of Alaya and Nino talking to marinett and Adrian) and felt weird and disjointed, and any time it felt like a scene was finally starting to flow, the movie would cut away to something else.

I’m just trying to imagine being a new viewer of the movie who hasn’t seen the show, and it feels like a nightmare. Gabriel is set up but somehow both too much and not enough. The final battle doesn’t last long enough. There’s a lot to complain about (don’t get me started on the fart jokes I can’t. I was in HELL).

Bad musical

The most egregious of crimes was the fact that this was a movie musical. I am sad that my friend told me it was a musical right before we started watching it because that would have been hilarious, but still. When marinett started singing I got jumpscared because I completely forgot.

Sarah Z has talked about how in musicals, when characters emotions are too overwhelming to say, they sing. When their emotions are too overwhelming to sing, they dance. Fundamentally, if you are going to have characters burst into song, that song should be led my emotions. Most of these songs felt led by a “ah this is a musical we need to have them sing a song.” That’s why the music always surprised me. The emotional buildup wasn’t there.

Yes, marinetts voice (am I spelling her name right? Oh well) sounded wildly different, but I’d be able to forgive that if the songs felt driven and not just inserted.

The other problem is: most of the songs are bad musical songs.

The greatest showman has the same problem. The songs are so bland and generic, all these “I want” songs where the character never clearly defines what they want, or sad songs about loss that don’t have any substance to them. The movie tells marinett over and over again to chase her dreams—but what are her dreams?? The opening number shows her sketchbook come to life—but she doesn’t sing about wanting to be a designer, or help others, or be able to fit in with her classmates and not endanger her life every time she leaves the house bc of how clumsy she is.

The songs sound like generic songs that would play nicely over the radio, and that means they fundamentally fail as a musical song because musical songs should drive the plot forward or deepen our understanding of the character, and most of these songs do neither.

Don’t get me wrong

I had so much fun watching this movie. I squealed at adrien and marinetts (I am so spelling her name wrong this is embarrassing but I cannot be bothered to change it I’m so tired) interactions, i wheezed over whatever the heck Gabriel was doing, I awwed over the lovesquare moments. I also LOST MY MIND at some absolutely wild moments (looking at you, careless whisper. Also at long-haired Gabriel). But the movie was so . . . vague about having any sort of message aside from “be yourself, be true, don’t be afraid, follow your heart, be a hero, saving lives is good, also love is awesome.” All true things, but how does this apply specifically to marinett? Love is powerful, but it isn’t going to save me from getting crushed by a runaway Ferris wheel, ladybug. Also, why are you singing this has nothing to do with the moment.

TLDR

It was beautiful, fun, cheesy, and bad. 10/10.

#miraculous awakening #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #listen. is it a good movie? no. is it a good musical? also no. was it so fun to watch with a friend who also watches miraculous? absolutely!#there were moments that were SO GOOD so I absolutely think it’s worth it for that #there were also just a lot of moments that were so bad and I was like. who is in charge of this.#budget and time was all spent on animation so. we’re gonna get some GREAT giffsets

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nadiadlc · 1 year

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a sight to behold.. 👀❤️‍🔥 | entrapdak positivity month day 23!

(cw: suggestive??) come to mama ;)

*insert careless whisper*

#entrapdak #she ra entrapdak #she ra entrapta #she ra hordak #entrapta #hordak #my art #valentines day

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puffycinnabunny · 2 months

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Id like to draw ur mind (insert kazoo cover of careless whisper)

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neondomino · 2 years

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Day One (whoops, late) - Steal

Written for the Wolfstar Microfic Musings @wolfstarmicrofic

Not all treasure is silver and gold...

Warning: smut (below cut)

Sirius slips quietly through the hallways of the Tavern, listening carefully for any sound that anyone is approaching. It’s dark here, the hallways only lit with lanterns which are old and dirty and not letting out enough light. But he thrives on darkness, it helps to hide him, offering him shelter in the shadows from prying eyes.

He doesn’t have a lot of time. James is in the main hall, distracting the patrons out there with his music and getting everyone to sing. He’s entertaining them with stories and songs, whilst Sirius searches for the right door to Greyback’s room. Getting the information was easy. A quick look at the books when heads were turned. This is the hard part - getting in and out without being caught.

There could be alarms. There could be magical wards. There could be traps, but Sirius is so very careful. This isn’t his first theft, and it’s not going to be his last. But he’s heard that Greyback has something very valuable. Everyone is talking about it, but no-one knows what it even is.

That’s why they’re here. To steal whatever Greyback’s prized possession is. Greyback himself is down in the bar, regaling stories with James, because popular bards will spread the stories to willing listeners. Having a bard like James repeating those stories is a sure way to boost someone's reputation, their standing. To have their name known by the world. They’ve been banking on this as part of their plan, and so far, it’s working.

Sirius gets out his lockpicking set as finds the door. His eyes move around the doorframe, looking for any traps or magical runes.

Greyback is careless enough not to use either, and Sirius carefully inserts his lockpick into the door. James will let him know if someone comes towards the rooms, and they’ve watched enough to know that anyone staying at the inn is already downstairs in the bar.

He starts to work, slowly, silently. He doesn’t rush because lockpicks are expensive, and if he breaks this, he might have to start all over again with a new one. That wastes more time than rushing would save.

The lock is complicated. One of the newer, fancier ones, and Sirius can see why Greyback chose this inn over all the others in town. But he’s got the quickest hands around, and even a lock as complicated as this is child’s-play.

He hears the clicks as the lock gives way, and he inches the door open, testing for creaks. There’s a miniscule creak, and he’s already whispering a spell to silence it. Does it use up some of his magic reserve? Yes, but silence is imperative and it can help them avoid a confrontation, so it’s worth the use.

He listens for noises inside of the room, but he’s met with an eerie silence that isn’t natural. Even silence has noise, he’s learnt, at night when he’s trying to sleep, but this… this is the silence when something is wrong. When magic is hiding sound. When there’s a barrier.

He didn’t come all this way for nothing though. He’s going to look inside of this room, because what could be in here that he has to keep silent? A rare creature, perhaps? An enchanted music-box? A goose that lays golden eggs? Who knows. But whatever it is, it’s extremely rare and valuable.

He slides the door open a bit more, fingers wrapping around his dagger as he moves into the open space. His feet move silently across the floor, testing for creaky floorboards. Even though the room is silenced, he’s not going to risk anything that could potentially give him away.

He watches for traps, listens for strange noises, breathes in, making sure there’s no poison, and then he takes his second step into the room, moving out of the safe spot from behind the door.

His gaze moves around the room, starting on the bed. It’s empty and looks unslept in, and his gaze moves around, almost missing the figure bound on the floor, before his eyes dart back. Amber runes cover this being’s skin and a dirty gag is tied around his mouth. His eyes are wild and furious, and as their gazes meet, the man’s fury fades, slightly. But after a second, it returns, and he struggles against his bonds.

Sirius takes in the beautiful man before him. He can’t be human, because humans aren’t this ethereal, but his eyes move over the chains on the man’s wrists that are covered in runes, leaving blistered and burnt skin where they sit, and he glances around the room, hoping to spy a key for the chains, or perhaps the treasure, but all he can see are iron objects lining the window, and pieces of iron on the back of the door.

“I don’t know who you are,” Sirius whispers softly, “but I’m not going to leave you here. Greyback has a bad reputation, and… well, whatever… this is, I’m sure you don’t deserve whatever is in store for you.” He removes his lockpicks once more. “I’ll unlock these first, I’ll get you free.”

He reaches slowly up and the man leans forward, allowing Sirius to undo the gag. The anger is gone from the man’s face and he looks scared, and fuck, if Sirius wouldn’t do anything to help this stranger.

“Trust me. I’m probably the only person who could get in here undetected, and I’ll get you out. Somehow.” Because Sirius Black always finds a way. Already, he’s going through his spells and formulating a plan.

His lockpicks move quickly. The chains are easy to undo, and he realises that they were more for the restraint of this stranger than they were for anything else, and he winces at the burnt and discoloured skin on the man’s wrists.

“I’ll heal you, okay?” He pauses. “Can I have your name?”

The man licks his dry lips, fixing Sirius with a gaze that is certainly not human, but sends shivers through his body all the same. “If you get me out of here, you can have anything you want.”

“How about I do it at no cost?” Sirius whispers.

The man just watches him as Sirius whispers a spell to heal the burns. His strongest healing barely takes the edge away, and Sirius looks up at the man in front of him.

“I don’t want to exhaust my magic because we’ll need it to escape,” he admits. “But… trust me, okay.”

The stranger nods, and Sirius murmurs his plan.

Sirius waits in the designated meeting place for James.

“What happened, luv?” James asks, brushing his lips against Sirius’. “Did you get it?” He’s so fucking excited, as though he’s expecting Sirius to have something valuable hidden in one of his secret pockets. Perhaps there was a commotion at the tavern when the man was found to be missing?

Sirius doesn’t want to take that excitement away, but…

Sirius hesitates, before nodding his head. “Yes and no,” he admits quietly. “The treasure wasn’t an item, it… it was a person. Iron chains burning into their skin, skinny, underfed, terrified. I… I could have looted the room, taken anything of value - knowing Greyback, he’d have some good stuff that we could sell. But…”

“But you had to help him,” James finishes.

Sirius nods. “There was just something so… breathtaking about him. But even if there hadn’t been, I couldn’t leave someone chained up in there. I… I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You know I wouldn’t expect you to ignore someone in need,” James responds. “You did what was right and that makes me love you all the more. You’ve got a good heart.”

His arms wrap around Sirius. “You sent him on his way?”

“With some coins to get him safely home,” Sirius admits. “I know we were saving—”

“Again, I’m never going to be mad that you helped someone. We’ll make the gold up, we always do,” James assures him, lips finding his again. “Come, let’s go back to the other tavern and rest. I’ll show you just how much I value you and your kindness.”

“I used almost all of my magic reserve to heal him, but whatever runes were carved into that iron…” He trails off at the feel of James’ arms wrapping around him. Wherever the beautiful being has gone, he hopes that he’s safe.

Sirius’ fingers dig into James’ muscular arms as he tries to suck in a breath. His hair sticks to his forehead and James’ lips seek to swallow each gasp that falls from his lips. Distracted by the way James feels inside of him, he barely notices the breeze as the window flies open, it’s only when James stops moving, a growl falling from his lips, does Sirius realise something is happening.

A dagger hits the far wall, and Sirius should not be so fucking turned on that James had his daggers within hands reach whilst fucking him. He should not be turned on that he can now see the stranger, caught by his clothing against the wall, hissing at the iron dagger that he can’t remove to free himself.

“I know what you are,” James murmurs. His hips still move and Sirius whimpers underneath him. “If he gave his name earlier, you owe him to return it. If he made any promise, you owe him. If you try and take him, you will have to go through me. Or, I can remove that dagger on your word that you won’t harm him.”

“Harm him?” The man snorts. “I owe my life to your partner, and I’m in your service until I decide otherwise.”

“We don’t need anyone in our service,” James murmurs. Why is he still thrusting? Sirius wonders, though he’s not complaining. They’re being watched and James’ thrusts are possessive and deep and that gorgeous stranger can watch forever if they fucking want, if James keeps pressing into him like this.

The stranger remains tethered to the wall, and James’ hazel eyes regard him as his body continues moving. The man could look away, but he chooses not to. Sirius is laying there, completely bare, vulnerable, desperate for James to send him over the edge. His fingers dig into the sheets. He knows if he was uncomfortable, James would be able to sense it and he would take action to fix this, but Sirius isn’t, and James seems very aware of that. There’s a glint in his eyes as though he knows that Sirius is loving having a set of eyes on them.

“He freed me. Anyone else would have seen the cuffs and seen me as some sort of prize or treasure. Perhaps your partner isn’t aware of what value I hold, dead or alive.”

“Perhaps his heart is as fucking beautiful as his body is,” James replies.

“Fuck, James, please,” Sirius whimpers. James doesn’t say anything, but he uses one hand, pushing Sirius’ arms above his head and holding them there tightly. Sirius knows if he pulled his arms, if he wanted to get free, James would let go, but he likes losing that little bit of control. He trusts James completely.

“And you - you could stop and come and claim me as treasure. My blood is valuable, my wings are too. But you don’t care.”

“We’re not in the business to take prisoners or profit off the pain or suffering of anyone or anything,” James says. Sirius can’t figure out how James can continue this conversation and fuck him at the same time. “Besides, there’s no treasure in the world that could convince me to stop what I’m doing right now. I would never do that to my love.”

Will you let me leave?” the man asks.

“I’m not stopping you. We both know that if you pull your cloak hard enough, the knife would fall away, or perhaps it’ll rip, who knows. But if you really thought yourself in danger, you’d have tried to free yourself without touching that knife. You haven’t even attempted that and I’m curious as to why. Or, perhaps I know the answer already. You don’t want to leave. Nothing is actually stopping you from going except your own curiosity and desire.”

Desire? Fuck, does the stranger want him? Sirius can’t see from his position as well as James, but he can only assume.

The stranger makes no move to leave, though he does tug at his cloak as James had stated, and the knife clatters to the floor. “And do I have permission to look?” he finally asks, his voice strained.

“Only if you promise not to keep any names or use our names for ill-intentions,” James says. His hips are moving faster now, and Sirius is barely able to focus on anything. “You will not hold us to any offers we make, or twist words.”

“I promise,” the man insists. “Can I…”

“Trust us with your name,” James insists. “Then I can trust you to stay.”

“Remus. My name is Remus.” The man’s amber eyes are wide as he watches. “I came to talk to you both. Not to…” he trails off, a choked gasp on his lips.

James thrusts harder and Sirius’ eyes meet those of his fae, because something in his head has clicked based on the iron and the questions and demands James has made. Amber eyes are watching him with an intense desire, as though the man wishes to be in James’ place right now, and Remus feels the coil snap deep inside, before he tumbles over the edge, eyes locked with Remus;. He feels James’ hips jerk, before James groans, finishing with one last push. The other man’s hand lets go of his arms, trying to support himself.

A soft kiss is placed to his lips, and a second, as Sirius shakes, trying to catch his breath. Hazel eyes watch him lovingly.

“You still with me, my love?” James asks, and Sirius can only nod.

“I’m James and this is my lover, Sirius,” James tells Remus. “You cannot be in our service, because we don’t want power over anyone. But you can travel with us if you wish, It’s your choice, and we don’t hold you in debt for Sirius saving your life. Sometimes a kind deed is just a kind deed, not a debt.”

Remus nods. His eyes rake greedily over each of the men, but he makes no move to approach.

“I… don’t have a way back home,” Remus admits, somewhat quietly, as though it’s hard for him to reveal something that makes him vulnerable. “I didn’t know where else to go, I have no-one else to trust except for the person who saved me.”

He pauses. “This is my first time in this world,” he adds.

James’ expression softens slightly. “Sirius gave you some gold,” he says. “Use a coin to get a room for the night and we’ll travel together tomorrow.” But at these words, Remus doesn’t move. He glances at the door, before looking at the pair.

“Or… or you could stay here, with us,” Sirius whispers. He already knows that the question was on James’ lips because he can read every thought, every emotion. “If you want.”

“I… I can?” Remus takes a step closer, but falters, his gaze moving to James. “Are you both… in agreement on this? That… all three of us… if that’s what you’re offering.”

Sirius nods quickly, before he turns his gaze to James, who makes no effort to hide how his eyes move down the other man.

“I consent,” James tells him. “But it’s your choice what happens. You can merely share our room to sleep, have a room to yourself… or, you could let Sirius run his tongue over those runes that cover your skin, which I’m sure he is so very eager to do.” Sirius nods hastily. Yes please! “What do you want?” James adds.

“I… I would like…” the fae man is nervous now, amber eyes moving between the pair of them. “I would like to… to join the pair of you.” He’s shy, Sirius realises, suddenly. He turned up, looking for help, and walked in on the pair of them having sex, and he wants them but is fucking shy. Sirius almost laughs. Remus had no idea what was happening in this room until he entered it.

Sirius sits up, curls falling messily around his shoulders as he does, and he holds out a hand.

“Remus,” he says, testing the name on his lips. “Please.”

And at that word, Remus approaches, walking past the approving gaze of James, and joins Sirius on the bed.

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