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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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PLEASE! I BEG THAT YOU WRITE AN MIGUEL O’HARA FICTION! IM BEGGING!! PLEASEE!!!! (Sorry if I come off harsh)

Ask and you shall receive!! A quick thing I wrote (not proofread), thanks for the ask <3

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Miguel O'Hara x reader

(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist

summary: Miguel misbehaves. You teach him a lesson. part one maybe?? idk y'all let me know if u want a pt 2. (Part 2 is out!)

warnings: pwp!! light f-dom, angry (ish??) sex, grinding, slight m-sub, (m) begging. mostly just filth. I am soooo desperate for any character played by Oscar Isaac. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: I apologise in advance, native Spanish speakers. Me and reverso tried our best.

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A great crash from the workshop has you running from all the way in the kitchen, apron still on.

He looks tired, hunched over his desk. Great hulking shoulders hang, tense in the dim light of a single lamp.

"Miguel?" It's soft, in the metallic hum of lights. "Everything okay?"

He shifts, looking over his shoulder at you. "M'sorry for the noise mi sol, just tired."

"...maybe it's time to call it a night, baby."

He waves you off with a flick of the wrist. "Give me ten minutes, I'll come to bed."

"That's what you said half an hour ago, Miggy." It's under your breath but loud enough that his super senses pick it up.Your voice is fraught, frustrated - no doubt at the nights he'd spent away from you. Whether coming back late from tinkering in his workshop, or on the streets; he'd meet you fast asleep in bed, and wake up to an early morning rush. Either way, he seemed like a stranger in your own home; consumed with his work. It was taking its toll.

You pad back, returning to the kitchen in silence. You clean up the remnants of a dinner Miguel had picked at, sighing. You loved him, and you knew he loved you; but he lived in his own world sometimes. Sure, the world needed him; but what about you? After everything you had given each other, how could he discard you so easily?

It's only after a while Miguel realises the noises of you clearing up have long subsided, that he heads into the kitchen to investigate. It's meticulously clean, your apron hanging up on its peg by the door. On the counter, the remainder of his dinner boxed up in tupperware, with a post-it-note on the lid. 'For Miggy <;3' , it reads.

His heart aches as he walks towards your room. You're dressed in nothing but his t-shirt, knees drawn and curled up into yourself. He slides into bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Mi vida?" He mumbles. "Mi vida, I know you're awake."

You respond with an unceremonious grunt, back still turned. You're mad at him, and he deserves it.

"I'm sorry." He says, listening to the rise and fall of your chest in the dark. He sits up. Sighing, he cradles your arm, tracing circles into the flesh. Gentle, and oh so soft. "I'm an idiot, you know that. I fucked up. Couldn't see how much you were hurting."

You stir, turning to face him. In the neon lights that stream into your room, his face falls. He brings a hesitant hand to cup at your cheek.

"Say something. Please." Imperciptably, he watches your eyes fall to his lips.

You kiss him, passionate and hot and angry. He can barely breathe when you envelope your plush lips around his, snaking your hand towards his back. You claw at his shirt, raking a hand into his hair. When you separate, it's obscene; a sliver of saliva still connecting his lips to yours. His scarlet eyes are low as he licks his lips; chasing your taste. You both sit up.

"You haven't touched me in weeks, Miguel." Your voice is dangerously low, hand wrapped around his neck.

He wraps strong hands around your waist, guiding you to straddle him. For once, he's grateful for the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt - thin around the apex of your pebbled nipples. He paws at your hips, hands trailing towards your bare thighs. Just as they come to rest towards their crook, you snatch his hands away.

"Let me make it up to you," He hisses at the contact, leaning into your touch. "Por favor, sólo una probadita, just a taste, my love."

"No touching." Dramatic, he protests, cursing in Spanish before you bring a thumb to his mouth to silence him.

"No. Touching."

Eyes lidded, looking up at you, it takes everything not to break; you fight the urge to kiss the tip of his nose and whisper praise into the crook of his neck. Instead, you coax your thumb into his mouth; as he swirls his tongue around it, like he would on your clit. Miguel savors it like the sweetest honey, grateful you'll even touch him considering how he's been acting.

He swells in his pants, hard as the crotch of his sweats graze your bare pussy. Beautiful tits pressed against his chest, you draw small circles with your waist against the seat of his crotch. Precum spills as his hips jump up to meet you, desperate for contact.

Immediately, you stop. With a pop, you pull your thumb from his mouth and Miguel moans at the loss.

"Mierda. Baby, please-"

"No. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to use you to get off. You're gonna watch, if you're lucky. And then I'm…" You swirl your hips, causing him to groan. "... going to bed."

"¿Entiendes?" You croon, spiteful in the slow sway of your hips. "Do you understand, Miguel?"

"-f-fuck, ok, ok-" Desperately nodding, he grips the sheets by his side. Closing his eyes to steady himself, he slumps his head on your shoulder. God, he's trying so, so hard not to cum right there; turned on by the lull of your sweet voice. He likes it when you get angry and treat him like a toy - painfully hard at the way you light him on fire. Everything about you; your scent, the way you taste, the grip you have in his hair; turns his senses up to eleven.

You grind on his crotch, steadying yourself with your other hand on his shoulder. Plush lip tucked under your teeth, it takes all his willpower not to capture you in another kiss: hungry and consuming and overpowering. He can tell you're serious; everytime he grinds his crotch into yours, you will yourself to stop and tighten your grip.

"Miguel…" You warn, moaning softly into his ear. "I m-meant what I said…"

When his hips snap up the third time; you growl, frustrated. Both your hands move to his chest, pushing him down onto the mattress so he's on his back. He looks good like this; at your mercy and putty under your hands. You push up the lip of his shirt to expose his midsection and pull down his sweats. A happy trail snakes down to his neatly trimmed cock; its deliciously curved tip springing free. Precum covers his cock, so when you slide him between the lips of your pussy it glides like he was made for you. You bite down on your lip so hard, it almost bleeds.

With this new angle, you plant your hands by his head; grinding your clit onto his dick desperately. The slick sounds drive Miguel crazy, and when his hands fly to your waist to help you along, you don't move them.

"You're s-so pretty, mi vida… prettiest thing I've ever seen. Need it. Need you. Use me, please, hump my cock like I'm your toy, p-please, please…"

He knows your body better than you do. You're close, dangerously near the edge. With the way your thigh shakes and the spasms that slow your rhythm, he knows. You don't break eye contact with him under you, moaning as you slide on his cock. Desperate, you chase that sweet spot, electric when he angles your hips just so…

"M'gonna cum, fuck, Miggy-" You writhe desperately. He's close, too, shamelessly humping your pussy like a feral animal. He can taste it; white hot at the tip of his tongue. Finally, you cum: a leg shaking, biting orgasm that rips through you. You clench around nothing, but it's not enough for him. So, so close; and it's ripped away from him when you come down, in the aftermath.

Unceremoniously, you pant and roll off of him; spread-eagle atop the sheets. Miggy curses softly at his ruined orgasm - still rock hard. He's glad you feel good, but he knows he can make you feel better, broad hands pawing at your hips. You slap them off, and turn your back pointedly. The slope and curve of your ass taunts him.

"Fuck off, Miguel."

"Baby, I'm sor-"

"Fuck. Off."

Sighing, he takes the hint. Grabbing the pillow, he pads off to the sofa in your living room, adjusting his hard on. He'd give you your space, tonight, and begin to win you back tomorrow morning. He needs you, more than you'd ever know.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #smut #spiderman 2099 x reader #light angst #cuz i can't help myself #kat_writes😼#miguel o hara x reader

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suppose-i-was-worm · 1 year

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Iceberg Siren pt 2

**I know, I know, it's fast, but I finished writing it and I'm super happy with how it turned out soooooo y'all have to deal with it.There is a mention of nightmares near the end, and a small bit of harassment at the beginning, but nothing happens and it's not graphic, so. Let me know if I need to tag those things, though! again, I'm not going to start a tag list, but the link for the AO3 version will be in a reblog, and you're welcome to follow that.**

Jason cursed himself for not getting Danny Nightingale’s number, days later when the bats were having a conference about why the Joker had been so quiet lately. B was chastising Steph for being flippant, and Jason was tired and ready to go home. He was also considering trying to find Danny and asking him out.

Something about the young man had seemed familiar- something in the way he moved, the way Jason’s heart thundered loudly in his ears when looking at his wide blue eyes.

“-son. Jason!”

He looked up- the entire batclan was looking at him. It was Dick who had spoken, who had stepped forward with his hand held out towards Jason.

“What?”

“How are you- uh- doing, with the Joker so quiet?”

Jason waited for the familiar green rising in his vision, but instead, he only saw Danny’s eyes, looking at him with understanding as he reeled from the death of the man who killed him.

“Fine. Can I go now? I’ve got some leads to follow up on.”

B grunted from his place at the batcomputer, and Jason took that as an affirmative, slamming his hood down onto his head and mounting his bike.

Roaring out of the cave, Jason headed toward Crime Alley. His recent partnership with Penguin had curtailed some more of the drug trade in his territory, but he still needed to keep an eye out.

As he rode, he felt a stirring in his gut, leading him to take a sharp turn and drive the wrong direction. He slid to a stop in an alley behind The Iceberg, and what he saw there made green boil up in his vision.

The new singer, Siren, was being crowded up against the dingy back wall of the club.

“I said no, sir.”

“C’mon, Siren, I know you were looking at me tonight.”

“Sir, do not put your hands on me.”

“If you weren’t such a whore, you-“

Jason cocked his gun.

“You’d better leave the Siren alone, asshole.”

The asshole turned, and Jason recognized him as a frequenter of one of the brothels in his territory.

“This isn’t your turf, Hood.”

Siren slipped out from under asshole’s arm, silky smooth and seemingly unencumbered by the tight dress he wore.

“He and boss have an arrangement.”

The asshole scowled, but as Jason dismounted his bike and stood straight, he ran away, shooting one last poisonous look at Siren before the darkness of Gotham swallowed him.

“Thank you. I didn’t want him to know I’m a meta.”

Jason turned to Siren, who was looking up at him with khol-lined eyes. Blue eyes.

“Danny?”

Danny winked.

“Hi, Mr. Hood.”

The door to the Iceberg backstage opened with a slam, and a man in a black uniform stormed out.

“Siren! You- Is this man bothering you?”

“Hey Matt.” Danny stuck out a hip, placing a hand on it. “You think anyone could truly mess with me around here?”

Matt glared suspiciously at Jason.

“If you wanted them to, maybe.”

Danny laughed and then headed towards the door.

“Thanks for your help, Hood! I’ll catch you later.”

He threw a wink over his shoulder, patting Matt’s arm as he passed.

“Let’s go in, Mattie, I’ve got to ask Boss about getting better security set up back here.”

The door to the club closed behind them, and Jason meandered back to his bike, a little dazed from the interaction. If he hadn’t already come to grips with his bisexuality, he was sure he’d be having trouble coming to terms with how good Danny looked all dressed up.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed Siren the first time- it’s just he had better things to think about, and pretty boys with even prettier voices were not one of those things.

But now- now that he’d met Danny, had seen vengeance for his own death paid in full, well.

Getting a date with the singer was number one on his list.

Penguin had Matt give Danny ‘the talk’. No, not about sex. About fraternizing with bats and birds.

“Red Hood’s the best of them,’ Matt said. ‘But he’s still got a bat splayed on his chest.”

Danny- well. Danny wasn’t really bothered. He had enough money saved up from his gig as the Siren, he could probably bounce from the Iceberg and find a place to live in comfort. Red Hood was hot, Danny was not blind, and he deserved a personal life.

There was also the matter of Red Hood’s half-formed core.

“Consider this though, Matt- I don’t care.”

Matt sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

Danny leaned back on the couch in his dressing room, glitter still clinging to his neck and arms even after a shower.

“I just want you to stay safe, Danny. The boss and I both. You’re the best attraction we’ve got, and you’re a good kid too.”

Danny sat up, schooling his face into the picture of innocence.

“Thank you, Mattie, I really appreciate it.”

“You’re not going to stop seeing Hood, are you.”

With a shrug, Danny stood to pull his hoodie on and head out for the night.

“I’ll see who I want to see, Matt. Penguin doesn’t pay me to be lonely.”

Matt sighed, and Danny slipped out the door, pulling his hood over his head.

It was raining out in Gotham, so Danny took the long route back to his little apartment, deliberately jumping in puddles when there was no one looking. He was slowly coming to love the city, even though it might never truly become his haunt, his home.

The gargoyles and grotesques throughout the city made him ache for Sam, and the technology available in this world reminded him that Tucker was probably still using his old, souped up PDA.

He wondered what Tucker would do with a top-of-the-line WayneTech device. Probably marry it.

It was fine, though. He was safe, and they were safe without him. Jazz was happy in college, and Dani was content to roam the infinite realms while she stabilized.

Everything would be fine.

Ibrahim Yinsen didn’t particularly like living so near Crime Alley, but this complex was fairly nice for where it was, and his upstairs and only neighbor was nice enough. The young man worked for some club, probably as a busboy, but he worked hard from what Yinsen could tell, and he always had a smile and an inquiry about Yinsen’s cat.

Even this evening, when he ran into him at the mailboxes, his neighbor soaking wet, the boy didn’t hesitate to ask after Misha. They exchanged pleasantries, and the sopping young man handed Yinsen a cat treat before he headed up the stairs.

Ibrahim didn’t ask about the screaming during the night, even if he wanted to. He had his own nightmares, and he wouldn’t begrudge a traumatized kid. The first few nights, it had startled him awake, but after he realized what it was that his neighbor was screaming?

He got up and made cookies to leave at the young man’s door.

No one should cry out for their parents to stop- no one should try so desperately to convince their parents that they were alive, that they were really their child.

The Meta protection laws were supposed to help kids in that situation.

Unfortunately, Yinsen was with the rest of them knowing that not every case could be caught, not every child could be saved.

Danny Nightingale was one of the luckier ones.

#dp x batman #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dead on main #Arctic Siren AU #OC #Jason Todd #danny phantom

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itzmaztercom · 25 days

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🥰🎀 I finally decided to write Tokio hotel fanfiction too because why not ? Anyway ! It my first fanfic/writing so ik it Bad 😭 I take all the tips and advice 💝 even though maybe it will be the only fanfic i'll write cause i'm lazy..AND I'M BORED SO I DID THAT..I had that Idea so wanted to share it

"Tw" : Fluff,Cuddles ,kisses,work as m!reader and f!reader,kinda sub! Bill?😭2005 bill kaulitz ❤️(he was only 15-16 so just cute things and soft)

PS: sorry for my Bad english, cause i'm still learning english ❤️

(Use "I" instead of "you" cause like i found it weird to read something about you and it Say "you" instead of i 😭 so hope y'all understand)

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❄️~Cold winter afternoon~❄️

It was the middle of the afternoon in winter ...was cold in the house..I decided to stay at home in the warmth....

I walk into my room..the floor was cold,I was looking for Bill in the house for a while...I didn't know where he was, was he trying to play a joke on me or playing hide and seek? I looked around my room and saw no sign of Bill ..

"Bill?" No response...i walk into my room I started looking in the closet, in the bed, in all the little places where I could find it, but nothing! .I walked towards the window...it snowed a lot ...After a moment admiring the snow I suddenly hear a sneeze-..i raise my eyebrow and turn around ..

"Bill ? IS that you?? Stop hiding i Heard you!" I suddenly smirk...The sneeze comes from towards the bed ..I walked to the bed and squatted down in front of the bed...lifted the blanket

I see Bill under the bed...He had taken duvets, lots of pillow,Any kind of stuffed animal that probably came from my little brother's/Sister's room

I smile...He was super cute

"What are you doing under the bed alone? Are you creating a little nest?"

Bill blush a bit and tilt his head...I remembered that he didn't really understand English yet but he was learning for me...so do i learn german for him..i wait a bit for Bill to answer..

After a while he grabbed a notebook and showed me the pages ...hé was writing somethings in german..Songs

I smile again : "Can I come with you? It looks pretty comfortable"

Bill nod...I slipped under the bed with him...with all the blanket and pillow it was really comfortable and warm!

Bill lean his head against me and it's snuggled against me..He showed me his notebook while he continues to write ...i smile at him and put my arm around his waist..

He blush a bit and i kiss his forehead...I continued to cuddle with him for a little while ..But after a while I started to get bored and grabbed a pillow ..I hit him slightly with it and laugh

Bill look at me and frown .. "Hey!" He grab a pillow and hit me with it aswell...I hit him again with the pillow so he did too..We started having a pillow fight and we started to throw the stuffed animals too at eachother..after a while we got tired ..

I grab bill and i put my arms around him and start kissing him all over his face...he try to pull always as i keep throwing kiss at him ..But after a few minutes he give up and lean against me and start cuddling and snuggle against me...

We fall asleep under the bill with all the blanket and plushies while cuddling eachother...

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Hope y'all like it !!! Sorry if it kinda "short" ig 😭I tried to do my best to put some "actions" In any case, tell me your opinion in the comments so that I know if you like it :) I would really like to have some opinions from y'all

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diagonal-queen · 7 months

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hello can i request dazai, kunikida, and fyodor with an insomniac s/o who's really tired after a busy day but can't seem to fall asleep no matter what and gets frustrated bc of it

"Can't sleep?"

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they help their S/O with insomnia get to sleep?

♡ cw: Reader is an insomniac (I genuinely don't know how that would manifest itself as a trigger but hey! I'm just one person in a sheltered world. Stay safe everyone <3), probably super inaccurate because I myself am not an insomniac and don't really know everything about it, Dazai horny, mentions of taking medication, mentions of alcohol, swearing

note: I feel like garbage cus my writing takes forever and I feel like I'm letting y'all down for taking so long with reqs, but I don't know what to do to fix itttttttt. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

Well reader. You're lucky you cuffed yourself a night owl

He'll help you calm down from your frustration and tell you that it's fully normal. Everyone has trouble falling asleep, and you just haven't figured out an effective routine yet. He doesn't really know what he's talking about but if it makes you feel better then meh

His first suggestion would probably be sex, to tire you out. Even better if you go for multiple rounds just to be sure~

Yeah right Dazai, like anyone's gonna wanna fuck every single work night (besides him lmao). Safe to say, the idea is thrown out pretty quickly

He'll throw some similar ideas around (not necessarily sexual but certainly 'if they're tired out then they'll fall asleep faster') but those are all just temporary solutions, so he gives up quickly. What else did you expect from him?

He might also suggest drinking yourself to sleep since alcohol is a depressant and makes you tired. You have to remind him that excessive drinking is actually not good for you and should NOT be used as a substitute for sleep meds

He reckons that it's best for you two to let sleep overtake you naturally, and so you may as well just stay up for now.

From then on Dazai treats every single night like a sleepover. He'll wanna watch movies, eat snacks, and talk all night even if it's a work night and you absolutely shouldn't do that

If you want, he's happy to do something more chill like cuddling while sharing a pair of earphones playing mellow music

Whatever it is that the pair of you decide to do, he'll likely find that it helps him just as much, maybe even more, than it helps you. And he's grateful for that

Kunikida:

I feel like Kunikida also has at least mild insomnia, so he knows just how you feel and is right there to help you out

He's got it all ready. Fans/blankets to balance out the room's temperature, a warm drink (milk, tea, whatever you prefer), basically all the stuff Google would suggest

He would do all of that stuff alongside you even if he's already tired enough to fall asleep on his own because he understands the struggle. He doesn't give up until you're asleep and honestly get you a man who would also do that

He also discourages you from things like caffeine before bed or napping during the day to help you get more sleep at night

He'd make a whole new bedtime routine for the two of you and adjust it based on what works, it'd be like a whole thing that he takes super seriously

He'd suggest reading before bed and recommend/lend you books that he likes, and also read to you if you really pleaded for it. He really enjoys reading and he would be thrilled if the pair of you had a little thing you did together <3

If they don't give any side effects/react poorly with any meds you may already take then he would also give you some of his sleeping pills (because let's be real he's fully stocked with them. this man)

Kunikida would let you cuddle him in your sleep whether or not he likes it or it makes him sweat, because let's face it you need the sleep and he needs the physical touch. It's basically a win-win

He gives you permission to wake him up if you can't sleep and need his help, or if you want company in your waking time.

He honestly does whatever it takes to help you because he cares so much about you. Perfect man fr

Fyodor:

Bold of you to assume that Fyodor sleeps. Like ever. He's too busy being evil or something

When he learns that you're an insomniac he's fully willing to let you stay up late with him while he's working if you're in need of company. He doesn't care whether you're just on your phone or reading a book or whatever

If you ask him he'll also let you sit in his lap and cuddle him (as long as you don't bother him- if you do he's sending you right to bed)

Fyodor knows that calming music is a good way to help people sleep, so if you're down he'd be willing to play something mellow and soft on his cello for you

He probably wouldn't admit it but he kinda likes that you find it hard to get to sleep since it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you

But if you really do wanna get to bed then he'll have some tea made for you and he'll read to you. His voice is very relaxing and nice to fall asleep to and he kinda knows it (he's smug about it too because he's a bastard)

If you find that you actually sleep better in his presence then he's more than happy to move a couch into his office and let you sleep there.

He's also happy to forfeit (SOME) work so he can come to bed earlier and help you sleep. And he's also happy to cuddle you because you're warm

Fyodor will basically just help you get to sleep with methods that he uses to get himself to sleep because it's the only way he knows how. Even if it doesn't work please give him credit for trying because he really is trying super hard T-T

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco

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adissonsss · 8 months

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PT2: Headcanons(NSFW): How Tokio Hotel(any era) would be like in bed

Notes; I have a couple of Tokio Hotel works coming up, but I'm just having a hard time writing

•I was so close to falling asleep while writing this, it was 2:24 AM when I posted this & I was soo tired

•Just a reminder, none of the photos I use are mine

•Since I already did Bill NSFW, his section is shorter😕

•I tried something different & added a pic every time it was a different person🤗

•Enjoy, much love!💜💜

•I need more people on my taglist😭

Tom Kaulitz

•Bro. He's literally Tom. He's horny as fuck. Now, he won't force you, but he will put you in the mood all the time.

^Y'all can and will go until your too exhausted and overstimulated

•He can go for rounds at a time. He will give you breaks, but he loves sex.

•Honestly, I see him as a both a receiver and a giver. He wants it to be good for both of y'all.

^He's a dom, and can be a receiver, but will always be in control of the situation.

•He can be serious, playful, dominating, loving, it really depends on where y'all are and if something happened leading up to sex.

^Would be real playful during quickies, just chasing y'alls release, not even caring if other people can see or hear.

^He's dominating and serious if he's jealous and angry, needing to prove to you that your his, he's yours, and nobody can be between that.

•He likes to try different things, and will try his best to let him do different things to you, different positions, roles, toys, etc(it's Tom?? Nobody would say no💀)

•Gives you princess treatment, but can and will degrade the shit out of you

•He knows how to use his fingers.

•He will let you take control(maybe, not really), but 90% of the time he likes leading things

•Will not turn down a bj. Ever.🙈

•Dirty talk 24/7. He will also call you all the nicknames in the book.

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Bill Kaulitz

•He's definitely a softie, but can be sassy and playful.

•A switch. He won't be in control all the time, but neither will you.

•He loves trying out new things, but he will never make you uncomfortable or ignore if you say a safe word.

•He loves dirty talk+praise, teasing you, praising you, any talk tbh

•He loves face-fucking. Or face-sitting. Both tbh

•He loves tits. Playing with them, laying on them(sleeps on them sometimes, there is photos of him sleeping on your upper body)

Georg Listing

Only high quality pic I could find ngl

•Georg wants to control the situation, and will be dominating and serious.

•He will mark you up everywhere with bruises, hickies, teeth marks, and kiss marks.

•He likes to keep it simple, but will try out new toys.

•He doesn't get jealous very easily, but when he does, it's super intense & scary to deal with his questioning and attitude.

•He is overall a relaxed guy, so lazy, calm, and just chasing release is what sex is normally about for y'all.

•He is such a soft and good lover, omg. He puts you first during sex 100%, and listens to your every want and need.

•Body worshipper 100%!! He kisses and rubs every curve and mark.

Gustav Schäfer

•Gustav is soft and nice, but will put his foot down if needed.

•He is so adorable!!! He loves aftercare, and does all of the above(baths, snacks, ointment if needed on bruises+scratches, the whole 9 yards🤗😻)

•He's a switch, he doesn't mind being in control, but he likes when you take the reins sometimes.

•Angry and frustated sex. He will use you as his outlet(sometimes....)

•He has really strong muscles, and can go for rounds and hours!

^He knows how to use his fingers.

•He loves kissing on your neck and face.

•He doesn't whimper, but will groan deeply.

•I feel like he'd be into filming it and watching it back later when he can't be near you or just doesn't have time.

^The pictures he has of you also help him jack-off when he can't be near you

Taglist;

@ilovebill-and-gustav

@spx-der

•I tried my best. I'm so tired writing this wtf

#adissonssswrites #tokio hotel #2000s #tokio hotel imagine #bill kaulitz #georg listing #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fanfic #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schafer

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

taglist: @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @blurredcolour, @steph-speaks, @softsatnin, @powerofelvis, @thatbanditqueen, @mooodyblue, @notstefaniepresley, @tacozebra051. i am going to actually make up that taglist form tonight or this week. apologies if you wanted to be tagged and i didn't tag you.

#big daddy elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis presely smut #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley fanfiction #sub big daddy elvis #sub elvis #ally writes #i kind of hate the ending but it also felt right to leave it there.

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avelera · 1 year

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Archetypes are fine and originality isn't as important as you think

I think one of the most shocking things I learned in my writing class when we brought in a professional agent to lecture was that they really, really don't want your original story idea.

Agents and publishers want to know where to put your book on the shelf. They want to know which recent books it resembles, not super-hits like Game of Thrones. When they ask "What two books is this book like?" they want recent, practical examples of which non-Bestselling authors' work your work most resembles. Nothing turns them off faster than "This is totally original" / "This is like nothing you've ever seen."

Similarly, most audiences don't want totally original. I don't mean that pejoratively. We joke in the fanfic world that everyone just wants to read their favorite ship falling in love over and over but... that is actually true. That is an engaged audience. That said, fatigue does set in when all the fics or books begin to sound exactly the same, so what's the deal there, huh?

The deal is: agents, publishers, and audiences want the familiar thing they know they love with your unique spin on it that only you as a writer can create.

Now, my theory on how to achieve this, as a pre-pro who thinks about this a lot but doesn't claim to have a solution, is that this is what, "Write what you know," really refers to. Not that garbage your high school English teacher told you that you shouldn't set a story in a fantasy world because you've never lived there.

No, what "write what you know" means in fanfic is: take these characters and filter them through your personal experience and/or your interests. Which are also things you know. That can mean "I put them in a Coffeeshop AU because I've actually worked in a coffee shop and I want to show y'all what it's really like there" to "I'm personally interested in explorations of grief so I want to do hurt/comfort for these two around grief," or any other number of variations. It's why a weird concept written passionately is 10x more interesting than trying to chase what's "popular" in fandom, people want to see the uniqueness brought by the simple fact that you are writing it. You can give 10 authors the same prompt and they'll end up with 10 wildly different fics, I guarantee you, that's why no one gets tired of the same tropes being played over and over.

Now, for original fiction, at which I have less practice but which I think about a lot because I want to change that, I think again people get too hung up on being totally original and in this case I want to talk about a tendency to design an "original character" by focusing all the little details of their character before they start writing. The thing is, a lot of those little details don't matter. (It's better to start with an archetype and layer on those details, but we'll get to that.) There's danger in that, in part because your character needs to have an arc where they change between the beginning and the end, more than we need to know details like their favorite foods. Their favorite food should be whatever is most thematically relevant in the moment.

IE, when writing a story about losing a parent, whatever the parent made for them is their favorite food. When writing about someone who needs to reconnect with their inner child, greasy Pizza Hut pizza might be their favorite food because it's about something that gives the character pleasure that doesn't play to adult expectations on them. See? Knowing they like Pop Tarts jus because they like Pop Tarts is utterly meaningless, unless for example, you the author loves Pop Tarts and you know you can write a stirring monologue about how amazing Pop Tarts are that will make the audience feel your characters adoration of Pop Tarts. But you can substitute literally any food and write the same monologue, it has to either have emotional resonance or plot relevance, otherwise it doesn't matter what the food is.

But going back to characters, I think just starting with an archetype, adding a few details from your own life that you know you can write authentically, and then kicking this character through the mousetrap maze of your plot, really goes a lot further in making them unique than any amount of pre-planning of details that get you bogged down. And most popular characters reduce down to Archetype + Story-Relevant Details pretty damn quickly when you look at them.

Here's an example:

Last of Us = is a Lone Wolf and Cub archetype, ie, grizzled man takes a dependent child on a dangerous journey. That it's a post-apocalyptic landscape riddled by zombies tweaks the necessities of what skills the characters like Joel and Ellie need to survive. Add some author relevant details - he's from Texas but he lives in Boston now, he had a daughter who died (relevant to the plot, which is him adopting a "new" daughter), and he is former military and a blue-collar worker who therefore has the skills to survive in this setting, and you've got a pretty solid character that people grasp and people love right away, especially the more humanizing moments you throw in there, like the moment we see him break down when his daughter dies.

It should also be remembered: passion is what is needed here. You don't pick a trope you hate unless you're setting out to subvert it. You pick details that you care about and that you want to write about. Everything needs to be things you authentically care about writing and innovating on because you're gonna spend a lot of time with this story, more than anyone else. But the idea that one needs to start whole cloth, rather than focusing on the tropes, stories, archetypes, and personal experience that you care about, is utter nonsense and in fact does not actually sell.

#maggie rambles #writing #writing advice

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herotome · 6 months

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Devlog #123

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

So... it's out! If you somehow haven't heard despite my modest-yet-incessant marketing efforts, Herotome's Super Demo is now out on itch.io!

People seem to really enjoy the game. My notifications are blowing up. Everything seems to be going really well - it's all coming up Wudge, one might say!

Which means it's time to talk about 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼.~

Y'all weren't expecting that one, were ya? Boom, baby! Haha!!!

So, let me know if this sounds familiar: I spend most of my waking moments worrying that something bad is going to happen. I'm perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Thank you to @hummingbird-games for reminding me that idiom exists, and taking it in good humor when I excitedly babbled that "YES! It's like there's this giant centipede with shoes in my ceiling and I'm convinced I hear him walking around and someday, someday he's gonna throw all his shoes at me like that one guy did to George Bush--!"

...I'm worried that someone is going to find a reason to be rightfully angry with me. I'm worried that, through the mortifying ordeal of being known, I will be punished with the harrowing gauntlet of rejection and misery. I worry that, any day now, I'm going to get a random half-thought-out message that obliterates my heart into smithereens and kills me on the spot. I am a sea slug, cautiously edging a tendril into the light and praying not to be noticed by the eldritch fish above that will devour me in a single gulp.

I find myself flinching even when there isn't a blow coming.

Putting out a piece of yourself for the public to consume is really fucking terrifying. I did it anyway, which is cool of me, but I want to make it known that there is not eternal bliss and satisfaction and rose petals on the other side. Is this better than my cave of solitude and darkness I emerged from? I think so. But I'm still perpetually scared, as Toby Fox might once have described it, "like a small dog startled by a thunder storm."

I'm still really tired, too.

I don't write this to complain; I'm conscious that some people are now looking up to me and the way I do things, and I want to be transparent. I don't want anyone to think I'm perfect or have always been perfect and will always be perfect, or that I've ~found happiness~.

I'm not. I have never been. I will never be. I haven't.

But I'm okay, at least. I'm okay and I'll be okay, and I'm grateful to you all. Every single one of you. Thank you for not submitting me to the harrowing gauntlet of rejection and misery…yet. :^)

Alright what's the takeaway here. Uhm.

Be yourself! Follow your dreams! Never give up!!!

That's sincerely what I'm trying to do. It's a challenge every single day; I have to choose Herotome every single day (something something married to my own game blah blah blah). It is worth it. And I believe in you - assuming you're not a cannibal or a murder or, worst of all, a plagiarist (gasp!) or anything else terrible and bad - I believe in you. (… But honestly, I'd believe in you if you were a bad person too, I'd believe in you to continue to do bad things but I'd hope that you'll stop and turn yourself in to the proper authorities lmao…)

… I went on a weird tangent again…

I don’t know if any of this is making sense. Maybe it will be insightful to someone out there, maybe it won't.

I uh, did some writing for the next part of the game, and I plan on working on some character expressions today in honor of my Ko-Fi donators.

Oh, and there's gonna be a stream on Wednesday 10pm Pacific. I'll be there! Come say hi and please don't squish me!

… Yeah that's all I can think of writing for now. I absolutely wish you all the best with every speck of love I have in my current flesh prison.

Tata for now. Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

#Im also conscious of things I said I was gonna do but never got around to doing and worry its wavering at the brim of my memory and someday #it will fall and crush me underneath--#dskjfbskj anyway #herotome update #I am full of worries and demons. better than I used to be (less demons) but they are still here #I would take selfies with them and show you all if I could

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acapelladitty · 6 months

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"About the Blogger" Meme

thank u to the lovely @gothamsgaygirlgang for tagging me I love being tagged it makes me feel very loved indeed

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thatoddgent · 1 year

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Request? Open? Well don’t mind if I do. Could you maybe write me some fluff to gentle smut with AFAB reader, dewdrop and aether or rain/Swiss (really any ghoul, your pick). And could reader go by he/they or they/them (whatever is easiest ❤️), Curley short black hair and allot smaller than dew? 💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻 your the best, take your time, I love you, get some rest, meal and water!

I’m watching! 🦆

Togetherness (Dew/Aether x Reader)

Thank you so much for requesting again! It's really fun trying to figure out how to write for these guys, and I really hope that you like it. I haven't written smut especially in a really long time so I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty!

A/N: First smut on the page, I'm still trying to figure out the personalities I want for each of the ghouls, it's been a little harder for the guys for some reason. I'm keeping the snark/attitude that a lot of people write for Dew but toning down the straight up douchiness, and I'm thinking of going for sarcastic but very caring and goofy for Aether, basically combining bits of fanon and their stage presence.

Characters Notes: AFAB transmasc reader, he/they pronouns. Short and petite, dark curly hair (some details might not be mentioned)

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Established poly relationship, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral/handjob, gentle hair pulling (more gripping than pulling). Nothing is super hardcore, meant to be very lovey dovey. Not proof read, but y'all probably guessed that lmao.

The halls of the ministry were quiet, most people still laying in their beds trying to make the most of any sleep they can squeeze out from the day. The sun began to rise, warm light flooding in through the stained glass windows, drowning the stone walls in gorgeous colors.

Luckily, all bedrooms were equipped with beautiful velvet curtains that shielded tired eyes from the hurtful rays. Though, that didn't always stop a few glimpses of light from finding their way in, and today that stray beam made its home in the face a ghoul, whom had been nuzzled beside their lovers under their sheets.

Eyes shut tight, he groaned softly and wiped the sleep from his eyes, looking over to see if either of the other two had been awoken as well. A smile crept its way to his lips at the sight, you and Dew were still fast asleep, huddling closer to compensate for the lack of warmth the larger ghoul had been providing just a moment prior.

With a yawn and a stretch, Aether pulls himself from the comfort of his shared bed, starting his morning routine while letting the two of you sleep in. He took a look at the clock that was hanging on the wall, there was still a bit of time left before the church bells range, he may as well do something productive to make use of the time. He pick a shirt from the closet and throws it on along with his mask, no one should be up yet so no sense in trying to look pretty.

Making his way to the door, he makes sure to open it softly as to not wake the both of you. Once out of the room he makes his way to the kitchen to make his morning coffee.

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Light shines on your face and your eyes flutter open, you try to look around to see what's going on and wince a bit at the sudden change in brightness.

Looking up, your eyes meet the backside of your larger lover, and you can't help but crack a small smile.

Aether stands at the window at the end of the bed, opening one side of the curtains in an attempt to let some light in. He turns around to return to what he was doing but catches a glimpse of you in the process and makes his way over to you.

"I'm sorry love," his voice still gravely and tired "I didn't mean to wake you."

He nestles a hand in your hair and pulls you head closer to his chest, gingerly placing a kiss at the top of your head.

"I was due to wake up soon anyways," you assure him "Don't wanna get a headache."

A loud snore is heard from behind you, and you both chuckle a bit. Dew has a tendency to sleep in late in you let him, he's always more awake at night and tries his best to avoid any fresh sunlight.

Another snore is interrupted by Dewdrop waking up, his head snapping in the direction of you and Aether. His eyes squint, and he reaches his arms out to grab you by the hips, yanking you back into his chest.

"Really just gonna leave me for another man? I thought you were better than that."

He talks right in your ear, his voice low and a bit raspy, it sends a small shiver down your spine.

"Alright you ass, give him some room," Aether lets out a hearty little laugh. "Just woke up and you're already in a mood."

You wiggle your way out from Dew's grip and shimmy out of the covers, seething a bit as your bare feet touch the cold floor. As you go to stand up, Aether pulls you into a gentle kiss, your eyes going a bit wide at the unexpected action.

"Sorry, you just look... Amazing, in this light I mean."

Now that he mentions it, the light in the morning does really accentuate the details of the room, and the three of you in it. Looking up at Aether, you see how it almost radiates off of his smile. His eyes gleam, his messy hair shadows over his face just right, his shirt clinging just a bit to his arms...

You find your eyes lingering, taking in every curve, every muscle and vein, and slowly your eyes move further and further down.

Dew finds his place behind you again, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on the top of yours. Looking down, he spots you staring, and maybe it's jealousy or maybe he just wants to start something, but his head moves back down to your level and his lips just barely caress the shell of your ear.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his touch.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

He opens his mouth and his tongue drags across your ear where his lips once rested, his teeth nip softly at your skin. Aether stands in front of the bed, watching the scene in front of him unfold curiously.

"You could at least be staring at something pretty."

The tingle that you felt earlier returns, and your eyes shut tightly. You feel a hand find its place on your jaw, pulling your gaze up just a tad, and Aether's voice rings out now, barely above a whisper.

"He didn't say to stop, did he? The bells haven't rung yet, so we have a little time for... appreciating each other."

Your eyes open and you just stare with doe like eyes, your mind racing faster than you can manage, head still fuzzy due to not being completely awake.

Dews hands slowly creep to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly above your head. Aether does the same to his own clothes, him and Dew both sitting comfortably in their boxers. Your face heats up at the sight of them both, your head filling up even more with crude thoughts rendering you essentially useless.

The two ghouls look at one another a laugh, appreciating just how easily they manage to get you worked up.

Aether sits next you you on the bed, a large hand roaming you body until it finds the spot right between your legs. He applies just a bit of pressure, palming you softly through your underwear making the smallest noise escape from your throat.

Dew leaves the bed and kneels down in front of you, scattering little kisses, licks, and bites all along your thighs. The both of them focusing their attention on you, the feeling of them both, it's almost dizzying. The heat between you thighs begins to build up, and when you look down you see Aether's fingers start to shine. Dew's eyes steal your attention for a moment, a deep ember filled with lust, his pupils large and dilated, he's waiting.

Both of them are.

Ghouls are known to be predatory, and your ghouls are no different. They love the chase, they're addicted to wearing you down and toying with you until you're ready to beg for any sort of relief. As loving as they seem, they're the cruelest kind of predator really. The kind that plays with their food.

And there it is, the very thing they were waiting for. Your lips open just slightly, barely letting that single word escape from its confines.

"Please."

And just like that, you watch Dew's pupils shrink as he stand up quickly, pulling you carefully into him for a kiss. Aether leaves a few kisses on your neck before pulling his hand away from you, reaching down to pull his boxers from his hips. Once he's done he moves to help Dew with his own, both of them standing totally bare in front of you.

The two of them really are polar opposites, from personality to their body, and you're reminded of that every time the three of you have moments like this. The light of the morning makes it more obvious, Aether having decent length but more girth than he knows what to do with, and Dew being skinny but making up for it in length, it almost makes you laugh.

The kissing stops when Dew pulls away from you, he tips his head to the bed and Aether takes the hint. He sits with his back pressed against the headboard and carefully pulls you into his lap facing away from him, Dew also climbs into the bed, standing on his knees in front of you.

"Now," Dew speaks up. "You remember the drill hot stuff. You say the word and we stop, we don't want you pushing yourself this early if you can't handle it."

You nod and smile, for a man with such a huge attitude, you always appreciate the time he takes to make sure you three are comfortable together, the both of them do.

With that out of the way, both ghouls let their hands roam your body for just a minute longer before Aether lines up his hips with your own. You lower yourself slowly, letting the hands on your hips guide you on your way down. Aether presses the tip to your entrance, before gently rocking his hips and easing his way into you. You let out a comfortable sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the subtle stretch of him always catching you by surprise. After an experimental thrust or two, you completely settle into his lap, letting every inch of you wrap around his length. A low groan slips out from his lips as he bottoms out, his hands massaging your hips while he gives you a chance to give the other ghoul some attention.

Dew must be feeling left out, because almost as soon as you and Aether give him the okay, he's placing eager kisses on your lips. They aren't hard, but they are a little messy, he isn't usually one for patience anyways. His hands snake up into your hair, gripping it carefully as he pulls away, he sits up again, and his hips sit eye level with you.

Hands still in your hair, he guides your lips closer to him, letting you move more at your own pace. You lick your lips and part them, letting the tip of his dick carefully slide between them. You bob your head slowly, going deeper with every couple of movements, earning ourself a couple of sighs from the man above you.

You get a steady pace going, wrapping a hand around the bit you can't comfortably handle and pumping it in time with your mouth. You grind a bit into Aether's hips, letting him know you're ready for the both of them now.

The feeling is always a little overwhelming at first, both of them filling you up, it should be embarrassing, but the way that they touch you, and the sweet things they mutter under their breath leaves no room for anything other than the love you feel for the both of them.

The two of them create a rhythm between them, making it so you're never left empty, it's borderline intoxicating. You try to moan, but any noise is turned into muffled whines due to your mouth being occupied. Every time you make noise, Dew can't help but buck his hips just that much deeper, they feeling of him hit the back of your throat makes your head spin again.

Aether also get ahead of himself sometimes, some thrusts turning into him grinding right against that soft spot inside of you. You can tell that the both of them are close, Dew's grip on your hair becomes tighter, and Aether's thrusts become deep and slow while he becomes a mess of praise beneath you.

"So good for us," Ather bring his lips to your ear. "You're so, so good for us."

"Perfect," Dew says, almost correcting him. "You feel so perfect."

The praise starts to become to much, and you turn into a whimpering mess, your orgasm coming close, and fast. Dew goes from smirking to biting his lip, he lets go of your hair and his hands shoot up to his mouth. You bring your lips further down around him, his dick twitching softly against your tongue as his cum shoots in the back of your mouth. An almost pathetic whimper erupts from him, his hands doing almost nothing to mask it. He pulls out from your mouth as you swallow his head dropping down to you level again.

"Like I said, perfect."

His hair falls perfectly around the both of your faces, he places a kiss to your forehead and starts to talk you through your own orgasm. Aether's thrust are starting to get messy now, and his praise has been dumbed down to simple words.

"Good... So good... So close."

He grabs your hips, a bit harder than he means to, and pulls you into his hips, grinding deep into you and letting out a guttural moan. That sound, the sudden hot feeling of him shooting everything he's got into you, that's what pushes you over the edge. Dew pulls you into a kiss to muffle your moaning, and Aether lazily thrusts into you, helping you to ride it out.

Your mind is hazy and all you can think of is the feeling of them against you. Dew pulls away from the kiss with a hand holding you cheek, and Aether pulls you backwards to lay into his chest. And just as you begin to get comfortable-

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

The three of you can't help but laugh at the perfect timing, and the two men help you to sit up. Aether moves from beneath you and gather your clothes, Dew finding a clean towel to help wipe you up with. Both of them help you to get dressed before moving on to get ready themselves, but before they pull on their masks you plant a small kiss on each of their cheeks.

"You two have a good day, I love you."

The two smile, and as they begin to walk for the door, Aether give you a gentle rub on the shoulder.

"Every day I spend together with you two is a good day."

You smile, and look to Dew to see a devilish smirk on his face. He's definitely going to prove that wrong.

You laugh to yourself while they walk out the door, and as you finish up getting ready for the day, there's only one word on your mind.

Together.

#ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #band ghost #the band ghost #ghost band x reader #band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #x reader #band ghost smut #band ghost x reader smut #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #angel writes

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fallen-stark · 2 years

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lazy song, e.m.

summary: the tour life gets tiring when days and days go by without adequate sleep or you by his side. so when there were finally a few days between tour dates, he was able to take a much-needed break.

pairing: metalhead!eddie munson x fem!reader

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warnings: a glimpse of smut (mdni), eating out, dirty talk, aftercare, mentions of masturbation, fluff, lots of just overall adorable eddie.

a/n: this is the first oneshot i've written in a long time so i'm sorry if it turns out poorly. and if it does, as siblings in christ y'all are obligated to tell me <3 enjoy! p.s. i listened to bruno mar's the lazy song while writing this.

eddie munson graduated in 1986. soon after, he rose to fame with his band, corroded coffin. with his number one supporter, y/n, beside him at all times.

but he needed a break.

just like every metalhead eventually does. he needed to take some time for himself and really experience his happiness, and he wanted to do that with you.

"today, i don't feel like doing anything," eddie said to you through the phone. "i just wanna lay in my bed, ya know?"

"of course, darling. you deserve it. i'm sure the tour has been super hectic. you deserve a day of rest," you twirled your hair.

"with all the calls from my manager, i just don't feel like picking up my phone."

"so, tell them to leave a message at the tone," you giggled at him. the life of a metalhead.

after a couple more minutes of speaking to one another, you both hang up the phone. you had been packing for your flight that night when your boyfriend of three years called to check up on you. you had taken the initiative to surprise him on tour, knowing all the information you needed to see eddie, thanks to gareth. so you were on the latest flight that night so you could see him tomorrow morning, knowing he need to get some rest- something that wasn't going to be happening when you were there.

eddie, however, couldn't get his mind off of you. he really didn't feel like doing anything and luckily, he could do just that since the band had a couple of days before they had to go back on the bus.

so there he was, sitting on the couch when he decided that he was going to kick his feet up and stare at the fan. he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on.

eddie's mind still made its way back to you. the thought of you. god, he loved you so much. the way you supported him, your constant love and affection, the smile you always wore, your unique curves, and your body... eddie bit his lip, the growing bulge in his pants.

fuck it.

he threw his hand in his pants. hell, nobody's gon' tell him he can't. he had his own room, no bandmates. his own privacy.

and what other way best to relax than this?

he just wished you were there with him.

the next day came too soon. the sun cascading his face as it made its presence known from the crack in the curtains. he sighed and covered his head with the pillow. he wanted just a couple more hours of sleep since he was so sleep deprived due to the constant rattling of the bus and the inability to sleep next to his girlfriend. something he couldn't get used to the last few months.

there were three small knocks on his hotel door.

he laid there, thinking it was just housekeeping. why would they knock if he had the do not disturb sign on the doorknob? maybe it was a mistake. he shook it off, not moving from his bed.

three more knocks.

oh god, it was probably his manager. eddie didn't answer any phone calls yesterday. in fact, the only person he talked to was you. you both had agreed on a specific time to call that worked for both of you since you were getting your masters and him on tour. he wouldn't miss that phone call even if he was out in the middle of the desert. he would make it work.

three more knocks, harder this time.

eddie sighed and stood up, walking to his hotel door.

more knocks.

"i'm coming!" he grumbled.

opening the door to see his door's abuser, he was about to give a firm talking to- you. you stood there, a bag on your arm and your suitcase handle in your hand.

"hi, eds," you beamed.

"y/n!"

if eddie was ever framed for murder, it would be because he hugged someone so hard that he accidentally unalived 'em.

"eds, squishing, me, need, oxygen," you said in between breaths.

eddie pulled away from you, hands on your arms. he couldn't believe you were there. he cupped your cheeks, the biggest smile on his face.

"i can't believe you're here! how did you-"

"gareth told me all the details so i could surprise you!"

he kissed your forehead and pulled you in again.

"god, i missed you so much, y/n. you have no idea," he held you close, his right hand playing with your hair. he was scared to let go of you, thinking that if he did then you would disappear and that this was just a really nice dream.

"you gonna let me in or are we gonna make love in the hall?" you asked, taking in his scent. you missed him so much.

it had been three months since the two of you last saw each other. so a reunion was much needed.

eddie flushed and nodded, grabbing your bags since you had dropped them with a sudden embrace. "make love, huh?" he raised an eyebrow.

you giggled and nodded, him setting down your bags onto the couch. you took in his appearance. he had a bedhead, something you missed seeing on him. his smile was contagious, while he stood in his boxers. you grabbed his hand, intertwining fingers.

before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

he tasted intoxicating. his lips meshing perfectly with yours. his right hand held yours, his left cupping your cheek as he caressed soft circles onto your skin.

his hand lowered from your cheek to your neck, tightening his grip slightly. you grinned into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling on it gently before completely stepping away from him.

"c'mon, mr. metalhead," you winked as you stepped away from him, walking towards the bed that was separated from the living and kitchen rooms. "let's have some really nice sex."

"fuck, eddie! this is great!" you screamed out, hands in his hair.

eddie was a god with the way his mouth worked your heat. his tongue ran up your slit to be met with your clit, but he didn't do anything. his breath against your mound caused you to shiver, you looked down at him, eyes meeting. "I've dreamt about you every night this week, pretty girl."

you swallowed, breathing heavy. you bit your lip. his lips came in contact with your clit. eyes never leaving yours. your mouth opened to an 'o' shape as he sucked. your nerves sensitive to his touch.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned as he continued his worked his mouth.

eddie was eating you out like he was starved. like he hadn't had anything to eat in months. it was intense. it was everything you missed.

as you focused on his movements, your eyes shut and your head back as he licked and sucked. you bit your lip as you started to feel like you were high. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

he wanted you to cum. he wanted you to scream his name so everyone knew you were his. he didn't care if the phone ringing was the hotel staff. he didn't care if his bandmates couldn't sleep. he waited so long to feel you. to have you to himself. to take you. to worship you.

"eddie-"

he kept going.

"eds, baby..."

he looked up at you and gave you a devilish smile. he moved his fingers to your entrance, tongue still working its magic on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy.

"oh my god, eddie," you cried out, his hand moved from your thigh to your hand, holding it as he kept sucking.

"you're so pretty, baby," he muttered between sucking. "such a pretty girl, coming all the way here for me."

his fingers quickened. in and out. in and out. in and out.

it had been so deprived of his touch. it was like his fingers were heaven. and his dick? you couldn't wait to feel him. he'd make you meet god.

"cum for me, pretty girl."

and you did. hard. his fingers not stopping, giving your body chills as you rode out your high. your hips meeting his fingers, eyes droopy as you looked at him. he tasted your juices, fingers slowing down, appreciating your pussy by pushing your juices back into your pussy. fuck, he couldn't wait for that to be his cum.

eddie held you as you both lay sprawled out in the white sheets. "after the tour, i might mess around and get my college degree," he whispered to you as he drew circled onto your arm. your head on his chest.

"yeah?" you looked at him, a little shocked at his statement.

"yeah, i bet my old man would be so proud of me," he laughed lightly. "i wanna teach little ones how to be metalheads."

you glanced up at him, kissing him softly. "i think that would be amazing. i think you'll go so far, eds. doing whatever you want to. you're so determined," you said as you moved the small hairs that were sticking to his face with sweat. "and i'll be here every step of the way."

eddie hummed as he pulled you on top of him. hands on your thighs as he pulled you down to meet his lips.

"mmm... but sorry, pops, you'll just have to wait," he said as he deepened the kiss.

and with him hardening under you, you knew your night was far from over.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #edward munson #eddie stranger things #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #stranger things eddie #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things season four #eddiemunsonfluff

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certainempatheticturkeymuffin · 5 months

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Feeling kinda nostaligic looking through some of my art.

I drew this in 2021 and I was so proud of it. It was a companion piece for a fic that never manifested, and I loved it so much. It was my first real foray into digital art. Sure, I'd definitely drawn before, but nothing with this amount of effort put into it. It wasn't even the first thing I drew for the LU Discord: the place that got me back into art.

Looking at the results, I think it still holds up, and that makes me beyond happy. I would certainly change a lot about it if I drew it again today, but I love it all the same, because it's something I could see on tumblr and go "oh that's cute, I'll reblog" and I'm near tears.

I think it embodies what my favorite pieces are to draw: sad/angsty pieces of my favorite characters with dramatic lighting. I don't draw many of them, because they require so much effort, but they're my favorite.

I drew these two pieces in October and December of last year. I learned how to utilize glow layers, my anatomy improved, and I shifted to a lineless art style that is so much work but gives beautiful results. You can even see that between the two pieces I decided to properly learn how to draw wings.

I've improved so much in only three years and I genuinely owe it to the LU Discord. Even if I'm not as active there anymore, y'all got me back into art. I have over a hundred pieces of terribly drawn (by my current standards) fan pieces for your weekly prompts that gave me the practice I needed to improve, and I wouldn't have even bothered if I didn't want to participate in that community.

Specifically, I want to thank @ahrva, one of my best friends. She who collabed with me and encouraged me into so many writing projects and community events. Thank you, dearly. I wouldn't have had the courage to join the secret santas or art exchanges if you hadn't been right there, super excited to participate. You always compliment my art, and it means a lot when you go "OOOOOO" in response to one of my pieces /gen

I'd also like to thank @wolfy1298 whose art was a huge inspiration, even if we've never really spoken. Whenever I saw your work I was so impressed that I couldn't help trying to emulate you a little. Your colors are something I still envy to this day, your masterful highlights and lineart an inspiration to work harder and improve. Your curvy shapes are also very cute and may have infected me lmao

@author-main your diverse body types encouraged me to properly learn anatomy. I'm taking medical classes, but it's another thing entirely to try drawing the human body properly. I'm still unfortunately lacking when it comes to larger bodies, but your beautiful work encourages me to try improving, even if it's only in sketchbooks that no one will ever see. Your lines are full of personality, and I never tire of seeing your work.

@w1lmutt your compositions and poses are awe-inspiring. I struggle a lot with composing a shot, especially with foreshortening, so your work is extremely impressive. You manage to insert so much personality through body language alone, and it's definitely something I'll be striving to improve. That's not even mentioning your backgrounds! I'm generally in awe of every piece you make. I think I'd die if I had to draw a proper landscape/cityscape lol. I can barely manage a bedroom! Just another thing to work towards improving lol

There are tons more artists i want to shout out and compliment, but it's nearly 7am and I haven't gone to sleep yet lol.

Thank all of you. Even if I only pop in once every few months for the events nowadays, I'll always cherish my time in this community. I'm going to keep improving, and I'm glad to be doing so alongside such skilled artists!

#my art #just a thought #thank you #linked universe #tw blood #artist appreciation #art journey #art growth #appreciation post

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Update!

Hi Besties!

When I say I wanted to post a Yearling for y'all today, believe me when I say I wanted to post a Yearling for y'all today. But game night ran super late, I didn't get it started yesterday because of the BFD!Joel fic and I lost all my pre-game night writing time to handling some formalities around becoming a host family for foreign exchange students (which is super exciting!) All that being said, I'm SO TIRED and I cannot get this to a point that I'm happy with it today. I'm so sorry! I will post a new chapter tomorrow, however. I'm desperate to get into a good cadence with this story!

Anyway, here's a lil sneak peek of what's coming in Yearling :) Thank you for being patient with me, I love and appreciate you all!

“You’re a hard woman to keep track of.”

You jumped back, away from the voice, eyes flying open, arms shooting out and hands groping for something - anything - you could use for a weapon.

“Woah, you’re OK,” there was a woman in front of you. She was older than you - you thought, anyway, you weren’t quite sure what year it was - and had a gentle, kindly look to her. Her hands were up in front of her, empty except for a pen, a notepad tucked below her arm. “Not going to hurt you, you’re OK.”

That seemed like bullshit. Everything in this fucking town seemed like bullshit, none of it made any goddamn sense. Your eyes darted but there wasn’t much here. It reminded you of a doctor’s office waiting room. A few couches, a coffee table with some books and old magazines on it - the kind of magazines your mom would put out, not the ones she’d actually read, shit with short stories and pictures of landscapes in it. Nothing you could really use as a weapon. Your best hope would be running.

You should have just left when you had the fucking horse, you shouldn’t have listened to that man. It didn’t matter that he seemed strangely familiar and safe and beautiful you should have listened to your fucking gut and run, had you learned nothing since the outbreak? You don’t trust people, that’s how you get fucking killed or worse. People were dangerous, people were so fucking dangerous.

And now you were in a town full of them.

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #yearling #joel miller x oc

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victimized-martyr · 2 years

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20 & 28? i love all ur takes on kyman so so much!!!

These questions are a blast! I'm just happy y'all give me the chance to ramble abt them ghfs so thankssss

20. Do Stan and Kenny (and Butters) approve of this relationship?

Kenny canonically keeps most of his opinions to himself, and likes to watch from a distance. He’d approach Kyman in the same way, watching them unfold with a morbid curiosity, dishing his legendary advice only when he feels he absolutely must. Does that make him a dick? Probably. But, what else would you expect from Eric Cartman’s best friend?

Butters on the other hand, is super vocal in his approval. The moment Cartman announces he’s with Kyle, its streams of "Congratulations, Eric!” and “Shoot, anyone could see this comin’ a mile away!" and “Don’t go breakin’ Kyle’s heart, Eric. He’ll fuck you up nine ways to Sunday if you do :D”

And then there’s Stan.

Kyle. and Cartman. Cartman and Kyle. Together….Would he approve? Well, he wouldn’t know. This indecision isn't the result of slow observation; he sensed something between Cartman and Kyle before they realized they had feelings for one another. It’s that Stan hates change, and he's anxious to think how the relationship will permanently affect the group, the one thing in Stan's life that’s endured all of South Park’s shittiness. Would things change for the better? Or worse? There’s so many ways Cartman and Kyle could fail and make things awkward in the group. Or, what if they get so engrossed with each other that they left him behind? That he disintegrates into white noise, losing his best friend? Cartman’s the only person capable of bringing out emotions no one else could with Kyle, so will he become the best or worst version of himself? It’s all too much. He needs a lot of time to process it.

More than anyone else, Kyle seeks Stan’s approval in his decisions, and has often come to him to rant about Cartman. Usually, he’d get a blunt response that refocuses him, if he ever gets a response at all. This time, he needs a prompt response, and Kyle’s patience is infamously thin. Kyle is already wracked with anxiety about whether being with Cartman is the “right” thing to do. Seeing Stan close in on himself once hearing the news sends Kyle’s paranoia thru the roof lmao.

This is a whole ass fic askin to be written (am i not writing one already HILKDJGHLI), but essentially, Stan and Kyle would have a fallout before Stan reaches a conclusion on Kyman. Stan would probably say something he’d regret and be all moody and emotional for a while. Then he’ll get bitch slapped some sense into him by Wendy, or Kenny, or hell, maybe Cartman (because “Darsh, I can’t properly make out with mah boo cause he’s too busy PMS’ing over his butfucking-boyfriend. So cut the shit out already. "). He’s forced to realize that he should still be there for his best friend, whether he ends up approving of the relationship or not. Yes, Kyle wants his approval, but he also wants his super best friend more. (stg this is Kenny Dies all over again. Hoe runs away to deal with his own emotions before being there for others. When will he learn lol)

Stan’s wary for a majority of the relationship. But he’s there for Kyle. He’ll always be there.

28. controversial opinion on kyman?

It has less to do with Kyman and more to do with tropes. I'm so SO tired of Party at Tolkien's House as the catalyst for Kyman. ;-; it's just, too easy to write, and it's even easier to fall into the trappings of "kiss as the only romantic awakening" and teen angst. Honestly? The kids probably wouldn't be able to enjoy themselves, bc the adults suck, and it's south park, so they end up crashing the party. And then aliens get involved, bc shit like that happens. Kyle and Cartman are feelin each other up and wanna seal the deal in the closet~? Well they can't. Randy's in there playin 7 minutes in heaven with a monkey and lo and behold, is the reason we have monkeypox declared as a health emergency.

#asks #kyman #south park #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #it's 5 am and I typed in 'Eric Broflovski' and was like 'why isnt his tag comin up' HKGFSHGS i need to sleep #I'm just bitter @ the trope hgkfd but I've read some truly good shit that uses that trope anyways #idk at this point im like do we HAVE to have a party at tolkiens? isnt there any other way for kyman to get together??

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birdantlers · 2 years

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10 for the ask game

10. The Dragon Ball series isn’t exactly known for being consistent with its story, its characters, and various other things. Which inconsistency irritates you the most?

Omg . This question.

Okay, there are a hundred million things I would change abt dragon ball if I could, but the thing that pisses me off the most is definitely inconsistency with Gohan's characterization. Namely,

[deep breath]

Gohan should have stayed/become the main character after Cell Saga what the hell.

I'm really tired rn so I can't elaborate as much as I want to but holy shit Buu saga really dropped the ball on this and it's one of the reasons I don't like that arc much. For a while before I knew what the arc was actually about, I got duped into thinking it would be largely Gohan-centric. Focusing on his relationship with humanity and his peers when he attends school / his old trauma/fears/idk.. anything negative or introspective?? Resurfacing when his dad comes back and shit inevitably hits the fan again.

(mandatory "thank for for existing, the Red Boy fic" statement. Look it up it's great I got derailed while reading the last chapter and I feel bad abt not getting back to it yet h)

But instead..... No? Gohan frustratingly gets yanked off center stage halfway through Buu saga, thanks to Toriyama's unfortunate authorship situation at the time. And after that he just....... Stays there. In the wings of Goku and Vegeta's story instead of taking the mantle of MC. It's really disappointing to me, and it's one of the reasons I still haven't watched Super lmao.

Ik I talk about piccolo for 172783736 hours at a time but Gohan's character arc is really the one that carries Z for me up to Buu saga. I consider Cell saga to be an infinitely superior end to his character arc, and I think the way it sticks the landing there is another reason why Buu saga gets on my nerves so much.

I've talked abt this with friends, but current Gohan also feels largely void of the gamut of emotions he was shown to have while younger, and that bugs the hell out of me. Obviously he's matured, but the fear and insecurity and loss he struggled with pre-buu arc feels strangely muted. Like he isn't allowed to cry now that he's an adult or something (though Goku got hit with this same problem, sigh). This doesn't help his already bad sidelining.

In Buu saga and Super, his repeated cycle of "BAMF fight where he comes out on top as strongest Z fighter→ peacetime→ complacency and domestic life→ uh oh he's weak now→ gets admonished for it and wins the day again" could be SUCH a good foundation for a compelling character arc, but they just. Don't do it! So it comes off as redundant and uncharacteristically negligent on Gohan's part. For as much as I love it, Super Hero drops the ball with this too.

I'm just gonna port my messages from discord and let y'all glean the gist

Basically Gohan feels kinda McGuffin-ized at this point and it makes me sad. He literally had a CELL clone in front of him and had no visible reaction or even an acknowledgement. He's verbally passionate about things like the saiyaman gig or entomology or his family, but the plot and writing don't allow him to actually struggle with the obligation his power gives him.

Like. He might on the surface, sure, but ultimately he just rolls over whenever someone goads him into fighting again (I have seen that part(s) of super don't @ me). I just can't help but see wasted potential and a character with somewhat weak writing. It really is like they just don't know what to do with him now. And that's a real shame because he still is my 1st/2nd favorite character and I am still interested in his arc. Way more so than Goku or Vegeta's. I just wish they would DO something with it 😭

Anyway. Can you believe this isn't even all my thoughts on the matter hdhdhdkdjdj

#oops i still wrote a lot #dbz #dragonball #gohan #skit yells #ask

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