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sh1-n0bu · 5 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 26: face riding with kafka from hsr

warnings: face riding, slight overstimulation, clit pinching, hair tugging, reader is completely nb but kafka refers to reader as handsome, androgynous reader supremacy

notes: would u guys dislike me if i say i dont like kafka as a character????

“can you ever say no to me, handsome?”

no. no you really couldn’t say no to her. not with that beautiful face, amazing confidence, gorgeous body and the way she teasingly calls you by that nickname. you had a love-hate relationship with the woman and the nickname she gave you and it showed. badly.

it wasn't like you could be controlled by her spirit whisper. no, you had an odd immunity to it, to everyone's surprise, to kafka's amusement at this new revelation and to your own sudden growing horror at the wide grin on the woman's lipstick covered lips. she found it odd and intriguing. not even blade, in his mara stricken state, couldn't help but follow kafka's orders like an obedient puppy the moment she uses her powers. and yet you could. not even an aeon, not even mara stricken, not even some sort of a special being. no you were a human just like her and the half of the stellaron hunters and yet somehow, by some ways, you had the strength to resist her whispers.

perhaps that was why she found you so intriguing. just a simple human, not even a stellaron hunter but rather a part of the astral express crew and yet you resisted her whispers. downright defied it, even. oh, the nerve it hit. oh, the amusement it brought to her otherwise dull and bleak life. oh, the moans and whimpers it tears out of her mouth every time she sneaks aboard the express, sneakily making her way to your room for some late night rendezvous.

it was wrong and you defied it at first. didn't even bother to pay attention to the woman as she makes another flirtatious comment to your way. batting her lashes, offering a smile, sneaking in a few touches here and there. you were so cute in the ways you shied away form her touch. just her in general. but to her surprise and delight, you were completely different when in private.

dragging her off to some random dark alleyway, pushing her inside a dark, storage room, a hand keeping her obediently in place against the wall, eye to eye as your one hand forces her to keep the eye contact as your other hand skillfully fingers her. she could barely hold back her noises the first time, completely taken aback by this sudden show of dominance that cane from someone so… shy like you.

where was the sweet handsome who shied away from her touches? who adamantly refused to even look into her eyes? who turned bright red, turning your back to her whenever she sent you a wink or blew a kiss to your way?

not that kafka was complaining. she loved letting someone as handsome as you take the reigns from her. if anything, she was almost possessive with it. with how she keeps reminding you to stay away from others. to have eyes only for her and no one else. she even went as far as to threaten your most frequent visited hook-up, ensuring that she will be the one that you call first and foremost.

how could you ever be mad at her? she was just trying to keep you safe. at least that’s the pathetic excuse that she comes up with whenever you confront her about it. to which, you always make sure to fuck her good until she could no longer remember the reason she did what she did to begin with.

walking into your room at the express without knocking, the stellaron hunter sneakily makes her way next to you. you were sleeping. completely out of it, it seems as you drool and snore loudly, lying on your back with the blanket thrown on the ground.

“such a messy sleeper you are, handsome” kafka purrs out softly, taking off her gloves to run a hand through your hair. it was messy, slightly damp. you probably took a shower before you passed out like a dead person. the thought made her chuckle.

sitting down beside your sleeping form on the bed, she makes a quick work to take off her boots. no time to waste. as much as she wanted to admire your cute sleeping face, she had no patience to do that right now. after all, she came here for a reason.

one by one, her clothes are lessened, taken off and discarded on the floor which showed just how pent up she was. kafka always loved her jackets and made sure to take good care of them but not this time. she had other things to take care of. kissing your face and chin, making you groan in your sleep, she knew exactly what she was doing. bare body flush on top of you, messing with your hair, face, hands — everywhere she could touch. you were always a light sleeper and it didn’t take long until you were awake. groggily blinking your eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.

it didn’t take long until you realized it of course. the woman lying on top of you with her body flush against yours with her usual impish grin was enough to make you groan.

“kafkaaaa… let me sleep, dammit” you groan out, dragging out her name in annoyance as your arms comes up wrap around her back. funny how you say that yet wrap your arms around her like you missed her as much as did you. with a knowing giggle tumbling out of that cherry red lipstick covered lips, the magenta eyed woman wiggles her hips on top of yours teasingly.

“tired, handsome? what a way to welcome me back” she coos out, a hand running through your hair yet again. just hearing your sleepy, hoarse voice made her rub her legs together in anticipation. aeons, you sounded hotter like this.

“just shut the fuck up and sit on my face. i’m exhausted and in no mood to deal with you” you mutter, a yawn cutting your sentence. at least you were offering her a way to get off despite your current state. kafka couldn’t be more grateful for your big heart.

taking your offer with delight, she slowly climbs off of you before getting on top of you again. strong thighs on the side of your head, her dripping pussy right in front of you before she slowly lowers herself down on your mouth. immediately, she lets out a soft moan, a hand going down to tug on your hair as she feels how easily you pushed your tongue inside her eager insides.

as much as you hated the woman, or claimed to hate her, you absolutely adored the way she tasted and the noises she made. whether it be the soft moans and the bit back muffled surprised squeals or the sound of her glistening pussy dripping with arousal each time you fucked her to her desires. whether it be with your fingers flicking her clit, tongue showed deep inside her plush walls or when you decide to push her face down as you fuck her from behind. kafka loved it either way.

but there was something oddly intimate about sitting on your face. allowing you to devour her like she’s your last meal. tongue retreating for a moment to suck on her clit, teeth grazing against the hardened nub that makes her legs shake and let out a loud moan before thrusting back inside her. slick spreading on your mouth and chin, nose brushing against her sensitive clit as your tongue simply continues to eat her out like a starved person. hands coming up to hold her down, slowly grinding her back and forth on your tongue. you absolutely adored each moans that comes out of her. or the harsh tugs to your hair as she reaches her high, spilling her delicious cum into your mouth as your hand pinches her clit. a way to lengthen her climax as she lets out curses.

well, at least you were both satisfied for now. it would only continue once you wake up after having a much needed rest. and judging by how the magenta eyed woman laid in your arms, thighs occasionally twitching from the sheer force of her climax, you knew she had the same idea as you.

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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seventeen and try not to laugh

how seventeen will attempt to cope during a game of 'no laughing'

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seungcheol:

one of the most terrible. someone tells him not to laugh, then he gets the most overwhelming urges to laugh. like reverse psychology, you know? buries his head into the sofa cushions and tries his hardest to disassociate from the rest of the members bc even just looking at dokyeom's face will 100% make him snort with laughter. his face isn't visible the entire time. he has a crick in his neck from keeping his head in the cushions. his body is practically vibrating but it doesn't count as laughing if you can't hear or see him doing it

jeonghan:

has to bite his lips soooo hard to stop himself from bursting out into laughter at ostrich-coups with his head in the cushions. tries to make one of the younger members laugh first bc only then can he laugh too. steadfastly refuses to be the first one to lose but can bear losing after the others. tries to tickle the other members, eventually gives up bc they try and tickle him back. is often the one who initiates the game and gets everyone to play

joshua:

is always protesting that he has a naturally smiley face so they can't hold that against him. pretends that he's not going to play, but the minute the first person laughs he's pointing at them and yelling that they lost and you guys he's been playing with you for ages what do you mean?? has the most offended look when someone calls him out for smiling, goes on a whole rant and sulks bc of the discrimination, makes them completely forget that he was called out in the first place. manages to last so many hours using this method, eventually loses bc he forgets he's even playing

junhui:

makes so many members fail just by looking at his face. is pretty good at keeping in his own laughs, but apparently he's a Very Funny Guy or something bc this one time mingyu entered the kitchen while he was eating crisps and snorted so hard that he gave himself a sore throat. eventually cracks because jeonghan comes to him practically in tears to show him ostrich-coups who's shaking the whole sofa with his silent laughs

hoshi:

like shua, complains that he's naturally a smiley guy. tries to lie upside down on the sofa thinking it's gonna help him reduce his laughter, almost ends up losing three minutes into the game bc in fact all it did was just make it worse. ends up making little snuffly laughs fifteen minutes in. is always one of the first members to lose the game

wonwoo:

always says that he's an emotionally dried up husk of a person so he won't laugh. jeonghan tries to tickle him for that, and is extremely disappointed when wonwoo doesn't so much as flinch. tries to make the other members laugh so he's not the first to laugh (2), and is so awkward and wonwoo-ish that he succeeds 60% of the time. is one of the three people that can make jihoon break

woozi:

ends up laughing bc of hoshi's laughs. or bc of wonwoo's stupid puns. or just bc of dokyeom's entire being. is never the first member, but has definitely never survived the whole game before. was one tickled by jeonghan until he couldn't breathe, but managed to continue the game bc he didn't laugh once and instead was screaming the entire time. that one incident managed to take out five other members, and he doesn't know if he should be proud of that fact

minghao:

"there's nothing to laugh about in life, anyway. why would i laugh during a game?" attempts to zone out to win the game, is thrown over mingyu's shoulder to break his concentration so he's forced to consciously fight against laughter. once came in second place, but eventually lost bc dokyeom (who'd lost hours ago) popped his head into his room to ask something before promptly losing his balance and falling over in the middle of his doorway and hoshi, who was walking behind him, ended up tripping and falling on his immobile body while trying to get to the living room

mingyu:

everyone knows that he'll end up being one of the first four to burst into laughter. finds absolutely e v e r y t h i n g funny while they're playing. hansol hit his toe against the door one time while going to the toilet and he dissolved into a mess of incoherent giggles. makes it his mission to make the other members laugh too, either by randomly letting out shrieky laughter or doing stupid things. has a 50% success rate. is currently holding a competition w dokyeom for how many members they can get to laugh, and he's right now losing 17 to 22.

dokyeom:

laughs really easily. like, really really easily. is always one of the first ones to point out when shua is grinning, finds it really unfair when his hyung manages to wriggle out of it :(( even tho he laughs really easily he doesn't rlly mind bc he's also absolutely incredible at making the others laugh too. was once the first one to lose the game and managed to make all the others lose in one go when he wanted to make a smoothie and blended the blender without the lid on, milk and berries going everywhere and making him look like he'd murdered an ice cream man

seungkwan:

physically tries to tape his mouth shut every time, is stopped by jeonghan so it can be a 'fair game'. attempts to film seungcheol with his head in the cushions as blackmail material, can never go through with it bc he'll start cracking up. is so competitive for no apparent reason?? always ends up losing anyway but is determined to one day make yoon jeonghan and joshua hong lose before him bc it doesn't make sense that they can beat him in a game like this

vernon:

the only thing that can crack him up is seungkwan. just. anything that seungkwan does can get him to fail instantly. tries really hard to avoid even looking anywhere near seungkwan's direction bc this is a game that he can win okay so long as seungkwan doesn't do anything remotely funny. is an accidental master at making others laugh, in the sense that it's always cuz of his accidents n also cuz he does it by accident. the most memorable time was when he (somehow) managed to put his whole foot in their wooden coffee table. stared down at it for a whole ten seconds before going "oh". managed to make joshua and wonwoo dissolve into laughter, ultimately winning the game

chan:

has a 50/50 success rate in holding in his laughs. if he just sits in the corner and stares at the wall the entire time, he could totally disassociate so hard that he forgets the members are even there. but is also painfully set on getting the others to laugh bc of him, ends up making himself lose bc reality always hits him while he's in the middle of doing a skit or trying to crack a joke

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Sinful Suit

Summary: Reader and Lizzie have some fun after Doctor Strange Premiere. | Warnings: (+18), pure smut, bottom!lizzie, oral (r giving), fingering, short of rough sex (clothe ripping and rush).

A/N: I thought about taking a break and then Lizzie Olsen walked out of the house wearing that suit and I almost had a stroke. A gift to you (and to me as well honestly) about what everyone wanted to do.

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Lizzie was having a good time watching you struggle.

Thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching every time you met her gaze - or rather tried to hold it before descending to her collarbone and the opening of her suit.

You were behaving yourself though.

Polite smiles, decent answers, and well-mannered hands throughout the event.

Even hours ago, during the preparation where you nearly melted to the floor when you saw her in her event attire, something like a whimper escaping your lips accompanied by a 'holy fuck' that made her stomach fill with butterflies and a shy smile form in her lips, even there, you did nothing more than kiss her cheek. A hand gave a gentle squeeze behind her back, whispering in her ear that she looked stunning before you turned away to get ready as well.

At the premiere, you acted as if everything was under control, and you weren't about to combust - Lizzie could feel how warm your skin was when you entwined your hands to hers, or buried your face in her neck between one break and the next - and stayed by her side the entire time. Even while the movie was on, and just for a little torment she put her hand on your thigh, you did nothing more than interlock your fingers and offer her a small smile.

But that was hours ago. Lizzie was watching you out of the corner of her eye - a warm feeling in her chest - as you cheerfully told her, or rather complimented her even though you were also in the movie, all the way to her house.

The actress was almost beginning to believe that your comment that you couldn't wait to rip that suit off her had been forgotten when just after she opened the door, your hands closed around her waist. Lizzie heard the door slam at the same second that she was pressed against the wood - a surprised gasp dying on her lips as your mouth met hers in a hungry kiss.

She grunted in satisfaction, your hands rushing and not at all gentle, groping their way inside her suit as your tongue devoured her, sliding in and making her moan. The blonde overpowered the kiss as she tangled your hair between her fingers, but gasped as she felt your palms close on her breasts.

"This suit is sinful." You almost complained or complimented she couldn't tell, not when your lips were making their way down her jaw and neck, marking the skin not so slightly, your fingers stimulating her nipples until they hardened enough and she shuddered, something between a moan and a whimper escaping her lips. “Take it off, Lizzie.” You demanded, but you didn't wait, your hands forcing the jacket open. She heard the ripping - expensive clothes ruined - but she didn't have time to complain, your hands worked their way down the front of her pants, and faster than she could keep up, your fingers sank into her pussy.

"Fuck baby!" she moaned loudly as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling your fingers find a rhythm along her folds. Thumb pressing against her clit as your mouth returned to hers. She couldn't keep the kiss when your free hand found the back of her thigh and pulled up, Lizzie taking her cue to entwine against your waist, feeling you press your body against hers, and the newly added depth the position allowed made her whimper.

"So wet." You grunted in satisfaction as you thrust your fingers inside her hard, so deep that each time you slid in Lizzie choked on her own breath, the walls clenching your fingerprints. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"

She could only moan in response, her hands found a position on your lower back, and her nails dig into your flesh as you thrust inside her. At that pace and intensity, Lizzie didn't even try to hold back, she knew she couldn't, after all those tense hours between the two of you, she was craving some relief. And her orgasm came hard, intense, and high-pitched, overwhelming her mind with suffocating arousal. You muffled her loud moan with your own mouth, stroking her thigh with your thumb while your fingers moved more gently as she dripped in your hand.

"So eager." She mocked breathlessly, feeling you chuckle softly against her lips.

"You have no idea." You retorted before removing your fingers, missing the soft sigh she let out because you were lowering your body. Her thigh, previously against your waist, was placed on your shoulder. Lizzie barely had time to realize what you were doing before she threw her head back, a deep moan escaping as she felt your mouth met her pussy.

"Y/N, fuck! Can't I even catch a break?" She tried affectedly, but one of her hands steadied itself in your hair, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

You, on the other hand, offered her nothing more than a grunt, the vibration making her shudder, being still sensitive from the last orgasm. Your tongue moved leisurely at first - giving her the damn break she wanted - while teasing her clit with a little pressure before moving down to her folds, tasting her, and spreading her cum all over. But suddenly you hummed - ever so impatiently - and sank in, devouring her with delight, and Lizzie whimpered, the pressure in her lower abdomen ready to explode again.

She instinctively met the rhythm of your tongue with her hips, and this seemed to encourage you to go faster and deeper. Lizzie almost screamed, her body betraying her as her next orgasm approached, but you steadied your hands behind her thighs, head buried between her legs. You moaned too as she came into your mouth, licking her clean and humming in pure blast at her taste - a warm wave of arousal in the pit of your belly while you did it - until the stimulation was too much and Lizzie gave you a gentle tug on the hair on the back of your neck, whimpering softy.

You chuckled satisfied as you pulled away, and the woman felt a new sharp wave of arousal as she saw you on your knees, face resting on her thigh as one hand caressed her skin, the evidence of her climax dripping down your chin.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." She commented with her breathing out of rhythm, her legs still tingling. She let one of her hands linger on your face, caressing your cheek. You offered her a mischievous chuckle.

"On my knees for you?" you retorted good-naturedly, making her smile too as she nodded. "Best place to be if you want my opinion."

"I quite agree." She retorted in the same tone, fingers moving to collect the rest of her evidence. They returned to your mouth, and her breath hitched as you suck in without hesitation, dark eyes staring back at her. "Fuck me."

"Can we continue this in our bedroom, Miss Olsen?" You asked somewhat breathlessly and impatiently, your free hand giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. Lizzie nodded almost immediately, and you tried to stand up properly, arms closing around her waist to carry her.

But the way you kissed her next, Lizzie got the impression that you two wouldn't make it past the hallway.

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random-lil-illing · 9 months

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Call of Duty Ghosts headcanons bc im bored

things these hcs will not have: angst, nsfw, reader/ocs, death (i know ajax died but no he didn't. and logan didn't get kidnapped/taken by the federation wdym)

things that will appear: lots and lots of keegan, a lot of teen! keegan and ajax, logan and hesh, fluff, silliness, lgbtq+ themes, elias, merrick, some rorke, and a tiny bit of neptune and kick. Also riley is there!!! gotta love the dog. also theres swearing. oh and this is a somewhat long post

okay so first up teen keegan and ajax hcs (aka when they first joined the ghosts)

-they lied about their ages for the first few months and then randomly went 'yeah we're actually 16/17'. elias and rorke decided to keep them on the team bc they had potential. merrick was very against it at first but was like 'yeah okay'

-those two definitely confused everyone else with their slang just like hesh and logan do now

-they insisted they were best friends but nobody believed them bc they acted so fruitily with each other (it was all jokes they said)

-if we go with the keegan is trans hc i feel like ajax did a 'diy at home' top surgery

-speaking of the walker bros. keegan was their main babysitter, with ajax as second choice if keegan was unable to. elias paid him like 20-30/hour and gave him an extra thirty dollars if he gave keegan the kiddos before he had time to eat

-keegan was amazing at eyeliner (he still is but tries to convince the rest of the team he doesn't do it anymore. they know better than to believe him) and almost always incorporated it into his eye black for missions

-following this up ajax was the master of painting nails and no one was safe from painted nails until he turned twenty two, including logan and hesh as kids. the only one who was sort of safe was rorke bc ajax never had the patience to convince him

-keegan exclusively wore baggy, graphic t-shirts and sweatpants/jeans/shorts outside of missions. occasionally wore tank tops for training. ajax almost never wore baggy clothes, wearing form fitting clothes instead - tank tops, normal t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, etc. The two always stole each other's clothes

-keegan had (and has) the absolutely strangest eating habits. cannot eat three full meals a day without complaining about being full, but two meals a day + a bunch of snacks before and after each meal is fine. refuses to eat something he had a bad experience with once in like second grade but will gladly eat something that could kill him. Cannot cook to save his life (can you tell im projecting)

-ajax on the other hand has fairly normal eating habits but could not cook at all back then. he's okay at cooking now, but he till refuses to eat anything raw (including sushi and raw vegetables) or anything too cooked (mushy vegetables and such)

-keegan definitely set curfews for everyone anytime they decided to go out. he wouldn't strictly enfore them but he'd be a bit upset if they weren't followed (he's anxious and cares abt his teammates just doesn't know how to show it)

-i feel like both listened/listen to ayesha erotica atleast a lil. obv they have other music they listen to (metal, rock, etc.) but they definitely have atleast five ayesha songs in their playlists

-keegan has no idea what the p in his name is for. his birth certificate says 'keegan p. russ' (or katherine p. russ if we go with the trans hc). he tried to ask his parents/siblings but they dont know either. ajax always joked its for 'pussy' and logan and hesh followed in ajax's footsteps

-you know those baby tees with like 'i <3 pathetic men' or 'i put the hot in psychotic' on them. yeah ajax and keegan have those but as like oversized shirts

-keegan rarely ever cried/cries bc hes always forcing himself not to. so to encourage him to cry when he feels like it the team gives keegan ten/twenty dollars after everytime he cries and they tell him to 'get himself something sweet to make up for the tears'

-on that note keegan used to have the biggest salty cravings but now he has a terrible sweet tooth. ajax used to like savoury but hes a sucker for spicy now

okay enough teen headcanons lets move on to the present

-we all know logan and hesh are gen z so i propose: the walker brothers confusing everyone with gen z slang/humour/behaviour. things like 'slay' or saying 'im gonna kms' at any minor inconvenience. logan saying 'nice girl dinner' whenever keegan makes his weird but lowkey bomb lazy food

-some of the ghosts (mainly keegan, logan and kick) listen to music on missions. they mainly have appropriate songs for the occasion like phonk or metal but sometimes when they're fighting or killing an enemy inappropriate music starts playing and they have to try so hard not to laugh. i mean keegan slicing someones neck with 'make u cum' by ayesha erotica playing in the background

-logan rarely swears but when he does they are the most brutally creative swears ever. i'm talking 'pussyy-eating son of a French whore' sort of shit, and worse. much worse. hesh swears regularly but gently, elias the same but a bit harsher, rorke swore like a sailor but gentler than logan, neptune only swears when other do, kick never swears (you gotta bribe him to do it), merrick only swears when hesh, logan and keegan can't hear, and keegan swears a lot but nobody ever catches him doing it

-sometimes the ghosts mix their masks up to keep the federation on their toes

-also lets pretend that at the end of the game elias didnt die and logan didnt get captured by rorke and ajax didnt die at the beginning bc that made everyone else sad which makes me sad and just no. no angst here (pls humour me sadness is a very uncomfortable feeling)

-they tried to have separate rooms at their base but eventually they all just moved into the same room minus elias bc they just feel safer that way

-riley is the community service dog no arguing. whenever someones having a panic attack riley helping them. nightmare? dont worry he sleeps in the same as everyone else he'll just cuddle you. trouble eating/doing something? he'll do it with you

-also keegan, kick and logan 100% spoil riley. everyone treats him amazing but these three treat him like a king

-also i think it'd be funny if atleast one of the ghosts kept getting riley's gender wrong and calling him 'she' 'good girl' etc. bc thats exactly what i accidentally keep doing

-riley's very smart but the one thing he doesnt get is why nobody will eat his dog food with him. his logic is that he can eat human food so that means they can eat dog food. the only person that has eaten dog food with riley so far is keegan bc he will eat basically anything as long as the texture/taste/memory with said food is fine

-speaking of which occasionally keegan will just crack an egg and eat it raw infront of the others bc he thinks their reactions are funny. nobody else but neptune and hesh find it funny

-one time kick switched out keegans eyeblack with sharpie ink and keegan couldnt get it off for a week and didnt speak to kick for a month, not even on missions. he had ajax talk for him.

-(over comms on a mission)

kick: hey keegan do you need help?

keegan, fighting for his life against about five enemies alone: ajax tell kick i am about to DIE

-i think it'd be really funny if the ghosts started a tiktok account where they pretended to be airsoft/military cosplayers. theyd get unexpectedly popular and people would be like 'yo wheres ur gear from' and theyd panic and respond with smth like 'we stole it from the government' so theyd just be known as THE anarchist airsoft tiktokers (theyd obviously use different names and masks than usual)

-keegan is the most innocent ghost regarding sexual matters. it was banned talking about/learning about in his house and he never bothered to learn later. he knows the basics (how sex/getting pregnant works) but otherwise no

-merrick, neptune and ajax never had siblings growing up so whenever they see logan and hesh fighting they always wait until either keegan or elias intervene to see if its serious (elias is their dad and keegan grew up with four other siblings). why not kick? kick can't be trusted to intervene if they were tearing each others limbs off bc he and his siblings chased each other with weapons for fun

-keegan loves sugar but doesnt like showing it so he just eats chocolate/ice cream/cake at like two in the morning

-also he moves around a lot in his sleep to the point he could go to sleep on his bed and wake up underneath the same bed like two hours later

-rorke and elias were definitely best friends i refuse to believe they werent. also rorke taught the walker bros how to swear

-the ghosts watch cartoons in their free time. anytime they have a free friday they have movie nights - not limited to cartoons but its mainly that. when they watched the barbie movie they wore pink (also yes they're all feminists no theyre not any -phobic/-ist)

-i know they would never meet him but if they ever met ghost (simon riley) theyd make fun of his accent and maybe mask (especially the 'foap' side profile). they wouldnt take it too far tho i feel like they actually kinda like ghost. he wouldnt like them much tho i feel

-they have game nights and they have rules as to who can play what

-keegan cant play any card games bc he automatically wins everytime or he cheats, no inbetween. hes also banned from twister bc hes the most flexible

-neptune and merrick aren't allowed to play jenga (neptune cheats and merrick always gets way too mad about it). oh and neptune cant play would you rather bc he somehow always is the loser

-logan isnt allowed to play poker or go fish bc he cheats. he also cant play truth or dare bc he always picks truth and never dare

-hesh isn't allowed to play chess because he flips the board. also cant play 'sorry' bc he doesnt like killing off the other players

-kick isnt allowed to play any board game bc he somehow always finds a way to cheat

-elias isnt allowed to play would you rather bc he takes too long to decide

-ajax isnt allowed to play jenga, 'sorry' truth or dare bc hes either cheating or leaving halfway

-merrick also cant play twister bc he cant even do a crab for more than a second. neither can elias but he doesnt want to play anyway

-they have two groupchats - a professional, strictly bussiness one and a free time, silly one. sometimes they'll be talking about a target they have to kill in one groupchat and a minute later theyll be sending memes in the other one. they have the professional chat instead of meeting bc nobody likes those. sometimes someone (usually logan, hesh or kick) will be texting in the casual gc while theyre supposed to be talking abt important stuff in the bussiness gc and merrick or elias will go 'pay attention to the meeting boys' even tho there is no meeting

thats it for now lmk if you want more :]]]

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Legend of the Seeker AU, were Lucerys was a male confessor)

Alys warned them. She warned her brother, and he, in turn, warned Rhaenyra. Her second son would be a danger to all, a powerful male confessor, a dangerous being from the blood of Old Valyria, a being that should be killed upon child birth. One that could completely control anyone and everyone with a single touch, one who obtains complete and utter loyalty through devotion, and one that could potentially destroy the entirety of Westeros. It is in their nature to bring chaos and destruction, she told them, they could not control their powers, no matter how hard they are trained.

But she couldn't do it. Rhaenyra only needed to look at her son before deciding she would rather kill anyone and everyone rather than to harm her sweet boy. Alys then gave her a second option. For him to wear rada'han, the collar that disrupts any and all possible connection from his magic. The one surviving rada'han was with the Velaryons, treated as their heirloom. No one would suspect. Why would they? People believe the olden magic has all but died in Old Valyria, only dragons being living proof of it's existence. Now, they have another living proof, and to keep him living, he must hide it.

It hurts her so, to watch her sweet boy wear such a thing around his neck, but to keep him safe from prosecution, it must be done. They tell the people of Westeros a made-up story about tradition of the hundredth heir of the Velaryon house, and all was well and good.

Until Lucerys was five, and complained about how sick he was. It was unlike any other sickness, and many of the maesters struggled to name it, even believing it was fake. The idea was quickly disregarded, however, when Lucerys started vomiting. Then came the headaches, and the fevers. It took Lucerys clawing at his neck for Rhaenyra to figure out it was his magic trying and failing to connect to him. Because of this, it decides to disrupt his body.

Alys, Lucerys' personal nursemaid, tried to warn her that the child will pull through, that he will not die, that his magic just needed to get used to being disconnected to him, but when Rhaenyra saw his crying, sick, suffering face, she couldn't allow it to go on. She unlocked the rada'han, and after a few days, he turned well.

She and Alys argued, but eventually, Alys receded, though she warned Rhaenyra that she made has made it worse.

Lucerys detested the rada'han. Every time he wore it, he felt constant pain, yet he was forced to wear it, as the heir of the tides. He can hear the whispers though, that the heirloom rejects him, and that made his uncle Vaemond very happy.

He argued with his mother, the first time because she tried to make him wear it after he had another round of sickness, he screamed that the Velaryon ancestors disapproved of him, that he didn't want to be the heir anymore, that the heirloom is cursing him for being...not Velaryon.

Still, Rhaenyra insisted, and he wore it. Every day, every night. And he begged her, to at least allow him a good night's rest, and she allowed the rada'han to be unlocked every night and returned to his neck every morning, if he sleeps in his own room, to be locked in, and to have no one else, not even Alys, in the room until he wears it himself.

Lucerys cried the first night, grateful to have the thing off of his neck, but tearful for being alone. Was it really horrible for them to see him without the heirloom? Did he really need to suffer in loneliness just because he didn't want to be sick every day?

Then something strange happened. That night, he found a secret passage from his room, and decided to explore it. He accidentally entered his uncle's, Aemond's, room. He was just as shocked and confused as he was, asking him why he was there. Lucerys just shrugged and said he was exploring. He asked if Aemond would like to follow, and Aemond, not wanting to get in trouble if something might happen to his nephew, rolled his eyes and got off his bed. They secret passage led to many places, one being the servants' quarters.

And one of them was still awake, poised to scream. Lucerys quickly grabbed her wrist, and he felt it. Something left his body. That was...strange.

But the servant must have realized who they were, or at least, who he was, for he knelt before him, and said, "Command me, master," which was odd, because his grandfather was his master, but Lucerys was too terrified to worry about that.

He ordered the servant to stay quiet, to sleep and to forget he ever saw them. The servant simply nodded, and left for bed. The two boys were tired by then, and after Aemond made sure he would stay in his chambers, he left for his own bed. They never told anyone else about this, and the servant seemed to have kept his word, for nothing was told to the queen or to the princess.

It became a secret between them, to explore the palace every night, to discover every single secret passage there was to offer, and to follow it to wherever it may lead. Lucerys enjoys these nights, they were the one thing he looked forward to. He could explore the castles, with his uncle, and not have to were that gods be damned heirloom. He also felt surprisingly lighter, less sick, despite wearing the heirloom every morning, so maybe it even helped the Velaryon ancestors accept him somehow. There were times were they got caught, but Lucerys and Aemond quickly discovered that all they had to do was make Lucerys stop them and order their secrecy. It was strange, but it worked.

Meanwhile Rhaenyra learned that the servants were slowly becoming more defensive when it comes to rumors of her sons', specifically Lucerys', bastardy. In fact, there had been reports of fights when someone, be it a servant, a guard, a squire, hells, even a noble, tried to speak ill of him. At first, Rhaenyra felt glad that Lucerys managed to charm the servants so much so that they would defend him with such vigor, but after she witnesses the fight itself, she began to worry. It was less of a servant fighting for his master, and more of a devout worshipper fighting for their god. She began to worry. The fights lessened, but the worship of her boy was even stronger.

They greeted him first and foremost, even when the king was right next to him, they looked at him like he was the maiden reborn, and in one occasion, several servants dropped to their knees and begged for forgiveness, admitting that they were the ones who spread the awful rumors of Lucerys' bastardy, that someone paid them to do it, and even revealed them to be Alicent's personal servants, who were taken and punished, with Alicent being punished by being locked in her chambers.

Rhaenyra was suspicious, but she swallowed her doubts. How could her son even do it? He, who wore the rada'han despite hating it. He, who she always had with her except when he sleeps?

It was when even Alys, the most guarded nursemaid, began suggesting that maybe he should stop wearing the heirloom, that Rhaenyra finally opened her eyes to the truth. Her son, her sweet boy, knowingly or not, confessed most of the people in the palace. He was now in total control of them for the rest of his life.

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I'm reminiscent of the times I could watch series without the looming worry of college submission dates, so here you go.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #male confessor Lucerys #legend of the seeker au #aemond wasn't confessed #he just tags along

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday! Something fun?

Alec's reaction finding out his ass is, apparently, something the shadow world talks about. Like, maybe he overhead something but thought they were calling him an ass or hardass, rolled his eyes and kept going or was confusing cause he didn't do anything this week -so far, that he can remember- to be called that but one thing leads to another and then he starts connecting the dots and oh, boy!

Also, Magnus' thoughts on Alec's allegedly flat ass? Did he know all along about the ongoing debate?

im typing this note and i need you to appreciate that i gave up nightshade snuggles and delegated being his pillow to a squishmallow so i could keep writing! (i'm kidding btw, don't feel obligated to appreciate because he's a little spoiled and i honestly wanted to keep writing, i'm teasing)

I hope you have as much fun reading this as i had writing it, thank you for the lovely prompt! and it is a very happy wednesday!

Alec’s well aware of the many reputations that he's developed throughout the shadowworld. To his own hunters, he’s a hardass, protective and mostly fair but above all, he’s tough and holds them to a standard higher than the one the clave expects of them.

Considering that half of the things the clave wants are ridiculous or just plain stupid, Alec’s found that no one complains very much. If they do, they don’t last long and Alec is happy to sign off on their transfer.

The other’s are interchangeable but he knows that everyone agrees that his ass belongs to Magnus, which fair, it does. The other rumor he doesn’t really mind until he overhears something that makes him frown the whole way to Magnus’.

“So you think my ass is flat.” He says flatly, keeping any amusement hidden deep inside especially as he notices Cat and Ragnor are still over.

Ragnor chokes and Cat starts cackling and Magnus, Magnus looks horrified.

“Darling—” he starts, undoubtedly to try and explain but Alec forces his scowl deeper.

“Is this why you’re so insistent on feeding me? Magnus, are you trying to plump up my ass because it’s not enough for you?” He asks, feigning sadness as a wounded sound escapes his love and Magnus is hurrying to get up and knocking over his own drink and chair in the process.

“What? Alexander no! That’s not, I mean I always think you could use a little more meat darling, what with how much work you do, but thats—”

Cat is crying now with laughter as Ragnor urgently opens a portal and pulls her through it, no doubt fleeing the domestic he no doubts thinks is about to go down. Which is smart, because this is definitely going to end in something Ragnor isn’t going to want to see.

“Magnus, really.” He interrupts, knowing that Magnus is too flustered too catch the mischief in his eyes and he lowers his lashes, “I thought you like me how I am? Bad enough the whole downworld doesn’t think my ass is good enough, but you too?”

Magnus wheezes like an ichor scalded hunter and he’s rushing forward, his hands immediately cupping Alexander’s ass if his tight grip can prove his appreciation and love.

It’s perfect,” he promises insistently. “I love it, you know I—” and then Alec can’t take it and he’s laughing, head thrown back as Magnus realizes he’s been tricked. “Oh you— you little fiend.”

“Little huh?” Alec murmurs and leans closer to chuckle into Magnus’ ear, “does that make my fiendishness smaller or larger than my ass?”

Magnus makes a sound like an outraged teakettle and Alec can’t help but let himself be swept up over a shoulder as Magnus stomps over, carrying Alec and with a hand splayed territorially over his ass.

“I’m going to prove exactly how much I love your ass.” Magnus threatens, “and then I’m stomping this rumor for the last time. Who cares if your ass is a little flat,” Alec makes a protesting noise that Magnus ignores, “it’s mine.” Alec hums, because that’s a point he can get behind. “Why are they even talking about my things anyways?” He complains as he throws Alec onto the bed and then follows and pins him. “Who even has touched your ass to know?”

“Uh—” Alec suddenly wishes he’d thought through this better because he’s pretty sure he knows where the rumor started.

“Alexander.” And Magnus’ intense possessive energy focuses on him with a fervor that makes Alec’s throat dry. “Tell. Me. Who?”

“Simon?” He offers, forgetting all the reasons why he has hesitated to bring this up for so long, even when rumors of his ass and it’s lack of buoyancy made the rounds.

“Simon?” Magnus is clearly flabbergasted, “when did he even?”

Alec throws an arm over his eyes because this entire thing has backfired on him. “Look, remember that time he got really drunk and stripped to dance in sunlight after Clary lost her memories. Okay? Somehow, while I was dragging him down and trying to keep him from exposing himself to the downworld and the mundane world, he decided I needed a hug.”

“And that translated to your ass, how?”

“He’s very… grabby. With his hands.”

“Wait, isn’t that when you needed an iratze? I thought he’s broken one of your bones did he—” Magnus is seething now and Alec aborts all his plans and hooks his legs around Magnus’ waist as Magnus grows more and more incensed. “That ungrateful little leech! I take care of him for free and this is how he repays me? Bruising and groping my ass?”

“My ass—” Alec mutters indulgently, more amused by Magnus’ anger than anything else, though this better not delay Magnus’ proving just how much he loves Alec’s ass. Because Alec had plans and if Simon ruins them, well he’ll have two angry husbands instead of just one after him.

“Mine!” Magnus says, even louder over him, “I’m going to make that, that ungrateful traitor wish he’d never crawled out of his grave!” Which might seem harsh, but Alec knows that Magnus has his own priorities and one of them is who gets to touch Alec’s ass.

It’s a very short list.

Only Magnus is on it.

#writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #lumine writes #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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squishyteri · 7 months

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Damn I'm so pissed now.

Atom really said "I'm the real villian of this story", didn't he?

Listen, Ton is not a saint, he did some shitty things, but looking back at all the events of the series so far, he actually did less shitty things than other main characters (except Cheum). Yes, he did sleep with Top. But to be honest, Ton was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted to, Top was the one in the relationship and he's the one, who should've keep it in his pants. It's not like Ton forced him (hell, Top pushed Ton away several times before, so he COULD'VE set boundaries between them).

And later, Ton never lied about it. Yes, he didn't tell everyone right away, but he had no reason to. Until he was asked. When he was asked, he didn't lie about it and admitted it. You might say he's shameless and that he doesn't care about consequences (which might as well be the truth) but it also makes him honest. And despite being pissed for being blamed (much more than Top, which is like wtf) and because he found out Nick wired him, he actually never complained about his friends yelling at him and being pissed. He might have been pissed, but I feel like he knew that the earfull he got was due.

Yes, he pulled out Ray's feelings for Mew in front of Sand. It was shitty, but the whole argument didn't have to happen, if Ray had the balls to say "Yes, I had feelings for Mew. Maybe I still haven't recovered from the fact he rejected me, but now I love you (Sand) and I don't want to be with Mew anymore." or "Yes, I have feelings for Mew, I'm trying to move on. I have some feelings for you, but right now I'm not sure we can be a serious thing."

Ray just sent Ton to hell and never cleared things with Sand. Yes, Ton was shitty for bringing it up, but as we saw, it was something that needed to be dealt with and caused some issues later.

And most importantly, Ton was always straightforward and honest with his hook-ups. He always told the guys he slept with that he's only there for sex and it will be one time thing. He always said he's not looking for serious relationship.

He was taking pictures of guys he slept with, but always with consent and always kept them for himself or gave some to the person in the photo.

That brings me back to the piece of shit named Atom.

Atom KNEW what he was getting into (Ton told him his view on sex and relationships). HE was the one who was pursuing Ton (Ton even rejected him several times, telling him to go away) and Atom WILLINGLY slept with him. And then was so shocked that Ton did what he told him he's always doing. I get that getting your delulu fantasies shattered hurts, but it was so damn SHITTY of him to bluntly lie to Cheum like that. He definitely knew that Ton will get shit (well, he probably wanted that so-) and that eventually the truth will come out. I totally get why Cheum stood up for Atom, he's her brother. But I don't get why Mew and Ray dumped Ton that quickly too. I mean Cheum was blinded and wouldn't listen, but the boys should've taken Ton's words more into consideration. Plus they know Ton and they know he never forced/tricked somebody into sex nor that he ever blackmailed anyone. (Like ... Mew and Ray are now teaching Ton morals, guys, start with yourself before preaching...)

And again, when Cheum came to confront Ton, he was honest, straightforward and told them the truth. He willingly showed them the photos he took and didn't really fight with them, only argued with the truth.

Ton is not the most innocent or flawless person on this earth, but he's being treated unfairly. He's blunt and doesn't watch his mouth, but is always honest and straightforward. Ton never did anything bad or wrong, just low-key shitty, but not really bad. But he's always the one being blamed because he's an easy target. He shouldn't be getting shit for having his wild lifestyle. Especially since he's telling the truth and didn't do anything bad.

Nick is the only person who can see this. He sees the good in Boston, acknowledges him as something more than "the shitty guy" and geniuely likes him. Nobody of those people deserves to be Ton's friend, except Nick. The only person who takes Ton seriously.

I feel sorry for Boston. As wild as it is, he's the only person, who didn't do anything bad so far. I hope the boy gets proper redemption and that Ray, Cheum, Mew and especially Atom get the shit for treating him like trash.

I'm sorry that this is so long, I just needed to vent. Did it help? Probably not, I'm still pissed and I'll forever be.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, peace out.

#ofts #only friends the series

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siriannatan · 7 months

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"Don't look, I look terrible when I cry," - ScfWhip

It's all @joifees fault, go and read Won't cry for you after this, it's really, really good :D

fWhip had as many reasons to be upset with Jimmy as the other. And they all started and ended with Scott. And have been building up from their previous server. The forced and botched reset they had to do because of a massive 'bug' did not help at all. Everyone was a bit annoyed with everyone because of that. Sausage almost didn't want to talk to fWhip for a month of the sluggish process of trying to restore their old world when they could not find Pearl. Gem was really tense whenever Pearl was mentioned. But things calmed down. Or fWhip thought so.

Then the whole warden thing happened and fWhip had that massive argument with Jimmy. And maybe accidentally mentioned Scott in it. And they barely talked since.

And then that Watcher Death Game happened. Just one 'session' as Scott called it, curled up on fWhip's bed. Looking miserable. Was enough to make fWhip want to drag at least three wardens to Tumble Town. Sheriff's house to be more precise. Of course, Jimmy fell in love with someone he was BOUND to and not the guy who actually cared about him. Tried his damnest to keep him alive without any bounds. If he didn't have to comfort Scott, fWhip would jump to warned luring instantly. Maybe invite Sausage and Pix into the fun. Not telling them his reasons of course.

He thought the end of the game would make Scott feel better. But it didn't. Jimmy did not drop this 'rancher' thing, annoying fWhip even further. Luckily for him, a mysterious rift appeared near the Old Capital and needed the admin's attention.

When it was decided the rift, as they started to call it, was probably safe Oli decided to throw a festival near it. fWhip was mostly interested because of the debt the bard owed him. Some of his old dragon instincts were still deeply rooted in his brain - like love of all things shiny, especially gold.

Of course, fWhip was mistaken about the rift. Most of the other server's - bigger server's - players landed scattered across their lands. Including Jimmy's rancher...

fWhip tried his best being a good hosting admin. Did his best collecting all the Hermits as their shockingly small guests called themselves. Get them some starting stuff so they don't die until they are sure they can respawn. Scar quickly 'confirmed' they can but fWhip was still worried there might be a limit to it. Gave them a tour of the server and their nether... hub. And of course, had to watch Jimmy and Tango, his Rancher, reunite. He was just glad Scott wasn't there to see it.

He still found him in his house. All curled up and glared at him. "Why is he working here?" the king of colours asked. Undoubtedly about fWhip's newly hired redstone engineer.

"I'm just trying to keep him away from Jimmy," fWhip shrugged as he quickly removed his armour and most outer layer of clothes to join Scott in bed. He was undoubtedly upset that Tango was anywhere near Jimmy. If only fWhip was a tall, golden-haired bird-brained idiot... But unfortunately, he was a small, green, red-haired menace of a goblin genius. "I'm meeting with their admin and Grian tomorrow to try and figure out how to get them back home. They want back more than we want them gone," fWhip assured as Scott cuddled him instead of pillows and toy sheriffs piled on fWhip's bed.

Scott just hummed, burying his face in copper hair. "I should be happy he's happy, but all I feel is annoyance. It's obvious nothing I could do would make him think of me as anything but his friend. The husbands' thing was just a joke to him...," Scott complained and fWhip almost instinctively started grabbing and throwing the sheriff's away. Aiming to make them hit the furthest wall he could reach. At almost the other end of his house. It worked in making Scott chuckle as they squeaked against wood and stone. "I guess I'll just have to get used to being single... Lizzie called me that once, it still stings..." he sighed as fWhip ran out of sheriff's to chuck.

"Aren't you constantly flirting with Sausage?" fWhip voiced another of his points of annoyance.

"Considering his thing with Joel I don't think it can go anywhere. I'm not a kids person," Scott sighed, flopping to the bed and dragging fWhip along. "I think I'm out of options here..."

fWhip could feel his heart breaking into a million pieces. He wasn't even an option? "What about me?" he mumbled before he could restrain himself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He berated himself as Scott remained silent.

"Don't you like Jimmy too? Frankly, you probably have better chances..." Scott muttered with what fWhip let himself dare believe was a hint of hope.

"I don't... I just mess with him to get your attention," he might as well shoot his shot here. It wasn't like the situation could get any worse, was it?

"How long? How long did you..." Scott asked, voice shaking in a way that had fWhip wanting to punch himself.

"Some point in the last world... Don't even really know when exactly it started, I just one day realised I want to punch Jimmy for you and not just because..." fWhip admitted, curling up tightly on himself.

A heavy silence fell over them after that. fWhip was mentally preparing himself to be tossed against a wall and impaled with rainbow crystals. It'd be hell to explain why Scott killed him in the middle of the night but he would not take his words back anymore. He should be honest for once in his life. At least to Scott.

"I think we're both massive idiots..." Scott chuckled but fWhip had no doubts he was crying so He did his best to turn to see him. Hard task considering how tightly Scott was holding him.

He did find a chance to shift them as Scott tried to wipe away tears. It did end up with him straddling the other but fWhip was a bit preoccupied with Scott crying and helping him calm down to realise it. "Don't look, I look terrible when I cry," Scott pouted up at him. "You best make up for not telling me sooner.

If Tango had to look for fWhip the next morning and found him cuddled with Scott then so be it. Scott was more than worth of messing up fWhip's perfect schedule.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Morning

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Requested

Anonymous asked:

Hi it was my birthday a few days ago and I was wondering if you can do on were Thomas wakes y/n by fucking her awake all consensual and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable and I hope you have a wonderful day/night

Smut Full sex / Nudity/ biting/ screaming / hikies /

I found myself slowly dragged from my dreams slowly but surely being returned to the waking world, the small stiff mattress below me the cosy duvet pushed away from me, my head still rested on my pillow, the room warm but dark still but the main thing I noticed was how full I felt my legs wide open my ankles locked together around his waist as I woke up more I opened my eyes and saw Thomas knelt on the bed between my legs, inside me thrusting slowly where he was clearly not that awake either, his arms on the bed either side of my waist, he loomed over me his hair slight wet clearly fresh out the shower but no scent of coffee yet on his breath

"Morning" I cooed running my hands up his arms

"Morning" He cooed giving me a little kiss

"This is a strange way to wake up" I giggled "I'm not complaining though"

"No, Well I didn't want to rush off without waking you" he smirked "and I thought the best way to wake my babydoll was to make her feel good"

"you didn't have to, I don't want to make you late"

"You won't babydoll. I have an hour before I'm meant to be down in the wardrobe department" he groans getting faster

"Ughhh! You could have let me sleep"

"Ohh? Would you rather I let you sleep?"

"No" I whined

"Exactly, I always have to run off to set before you wake up so I wanted to make sure you get some nice attention before I run off all day"

"Very considerate Thomas" I giggled tightening my grip on him "More Please"

"More? Are you really that desperate for attention babydoll?"

"Well you've been so busy"

"busy working" He chuckled "You needed me that badly you need to tell me before you get this desperate babydoll" he smirked getting even faster so much so I dig my nails into his arms and kept hearing the bedsprings creaking below us

"Ughhhh Thomas please" I whined

"Fuck- I have missed you" He groans biting at my neck to keep himself quiet I tried to kiss his neck too but he pulled back "no. I've been told off enough about the makeup girls having to cover your little love bites"

"I like reminding them" I giggled

"I know you do babydoll, You have a thing about marking me don't you?"

"So people know what's mine" I smirked biting his neck and leaving a harsh dark hiki on his neck that would no doubt need covering before he got on set today

"What's yours?" he smirked seeing the mark I left on him "Maybe I should make you squeal make sure everyone knows your mine" he smirked becoming merciless his hips working hard and fast leaving me with no escape clawing down his back and squealing loudly trying desperately to hold on for just moments more but I knew the wave was coming and there was little I could do to fight it even if I didn't really want it to stop until I felt my wave crash over me curling my toes and forcing my back to arch and my eyes to roll back

"AAaaaahhhh! UUghhhhh! Thomas!" I squealed digging my nails deep into his skin almost enough to draw blood but this only fueled him more to move harder and faster working into my sudden tightness and wave of pleasure making sure I felt every second of it honestly he was working into his own too his mind working on pure lust and reaction until he hit is own biting at my neck like a vampire to hide his groans and grunts even if I still heard them against my ear as his hips moved wildly and he soon buried himself as deep as he could

"Fuck-"

"Ummm I love you" I smiled hugging him tightly as he had almost collapsed ontop of me

"Love you too y/n" he gasps

I giggled and gave his forehead a kiss gently petting his hair while he got his breath back, once he did he pulled out and sat on the end of the bed "What are you doing up so early anyway? usually have to kick you when your wardrobe department alarm goes off"

"I'm still jet lagged" he says slipping off and tieing up the condom throwing it to the trash before working on getting dressed which I happily watched "I don't know how you adjust so well when we travel"

"I don't know" I giggled tucking the covers around me

"awww no goodbye cuddle? No breakfast? no nothing? you got what you wanted I'm worthless now"

"Nooo I'm just trying to get cosy" I giggled "as I'll be all alone all day"

"Not all day, I'm off set at one I'll come and cuddle you when I'm done" he explained getting his shirt on "Still. All alone" I pouted

"That's why I woke you up before I left, you know I don't like abandoning you all day" he says sitting on the bed giving my head a kiss "But I'll be back later and we can do something this after noon okay?"

"Ummmm"

"Okay babydoll?"

"Okay" I smiled giving him a soft kiss he happily kissed back and I egarly tried tugging him back into bed which did sort of work as he ended up leant over me half in the bed till he pulled back

"Don't tempt me babydoll" He smirked "I'm in enough trouble for being late. and keeping other people up with our noise. I'll see you later have a good day"

"You too." I smiled

he got up and grabbed his stuff for the day from the chair by the door

"I love you" I giggled as he opened the trailer door

"I love you more babydoll," He cooes before he rushed out and off to wardrobe for his day on set and I happily turned over wrapped my arms around his pillow and went back to sleep.

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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peachymilkandcream · 6 months

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Part 2 of "try and take him" please 🙏

Levi x Evelyn -> Try And Take Him Part 2

(A/N: I had a feeling this ask would come in my inbox soon, have I mentioned I enjoy torturing Petra? ;) This will be a bit shorter because the next part of Break me Slowly is coming out today! Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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There was something encouraging and hopeful to Petra with the way Levi sulked today. Grumpiness was just a part of who he was, but there was something about his behaviour today that just seemed to exude frustration and upset. She secretly hoped it was frustration at home, and the way he was complaining of back pain she couldn't help but wonder if Evelyn had made him sleep on the couch because of how she saw them yesterday.

"Captain...?" Petra's voice was honey sweet, pouting her lips and making her eyes look big, even fake tears filled her eyes.

"What do you want?" The way he emphasized you made her cringe slightly, he was still upset.

"I just wanted to apologize with that whole thing with Evelyn yesterday, I didn't mean to get you into trouble with her. I would hate for her to think something happened between us."

"She did think that Petra."

The brief pause she gave was mostly to hide her inner smirk. "Really? I'm sorry, she was pretty upset huh?"

"Yes, yes she was." He seemed frustrated with the topic, meaning there was something behind it he didn't want to talk about, maybe if he opened up to her..

"I noticed you keep complaining about your back, she didn't make you sleep on the couch did she? You poor thing, if you want I can rub it f-"

"It's not from the couch." He cut her off. "I didn't sleep on the couch last night. It's because Evelyn wanted to ride me and when she gets upset she's even more energetic than I am. Not that I'm complaining about that." He stated it like a fact, as if he were talking about the weather.

Petra was surprised to say the least. "But I thought you said she was upset because she assumed she saw something going on between us?"

Her mask was slipping, while Levi could always see through her the desperation to find out details of his married life were even more obvious. Levi knew Petra honestly didn't anticipate Evelyn walking in and making assumptions, but still. And it wasn't like Levi was doing anything other than stating a fact, last night Evelyn had been insatiable, riding him until she ran out of energy. She had even encouraged him to talk about his sex life openly, and even she had phrased it as indifference he knew she wanted Petra to know exactly how satisfied she kept him. He couldn't deny that turned him on just a little.

The door opens and Evelyn strides in, around him she's fearful and submissive, and before they were married she was very non-confrontational, he was glad to see his conditioning had given her an air of confidence. She was an Ackerman, she should hold her head high, beneath everyone else other than himself.

Evelyn met Petra's glare. "Petra, good morning." She strides over and pulls Levi by the front of his shirt, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss. "Good morning husband."

"Wife." He can't hide his grin around her, his hand coming up to her waist. "Did you need something?"

"Mm, yes I do. Are you done with Petra here? I would very much like to be fucked senseless right now."

Petra lets out a squeak of indignation. "You can't do that here-!"

"Look Petra, I'm just giving you an out before I let my husband cream my pussy, although you can stay and watch if you'd like. I think you forget, just because I'm semi-retired doesn't mean I don't still have rank over you. Dismissed."

"Levi-"

"You heard her Ral, dismissed."

Unsure of what else she could do Petra huffs again and leaves, muttering how she needs to bring it up to Erwin.

Levi turns back to Evelyn with a smirk. "So..you need me to fuck you senseless do you?"

"No. I need Petra to hear me moaning your name to get it through her thick skull you're not going to fuck her."

He leans back in his chair. "I don't know if I should take you up on that offer if that's your reasoning."

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Just shut up and take me already." Her hands go down to his pants and belt making quick work of them and pulling his dick out, he was barely hard but she could fix that.

On her knees she pushed him through her breasts, kitten licking the tip as it came close to her mouth. He watched with undivided attention, but never uttered a noise. She knew how he really felt by the way he slowly grew until he was fully erect.

With that task done she stands and kicks off her panties, trying to hurry so Petra could hear before she was too far down the halls. Climbing on Levi's lap and trying to align herself.

"Someone's in a hurry."

"I just want her to hear it Levi please-"

Up until now he had done nothing to help, but now he helped her line up with him, and gently eased her down. Her moan on the initial stretch was a little exaggerated but he couldn't care less, she was willingly asking him for sex, why should he care about her reasons?

When he didn't thrust into her she looked at him confused, wondering why he wasn't taking her like the hungry beast he always was.

"If you want this, you'll have to do it yourself."

Evelyn bit back a sassy remark, choosing instead to roll her hips up and down him, making sure everyone heard what they were doing. She felt sick and slightly perverted at the thought of her former friends and colleagues, the ones she went to parties and promotions for, would hear her riding Levi until she milked his dick of cum. But talk would reach Petra, and Evelyn could see the fury in her eyes as people gossiped about the Ackerman's shamelessness. Her reasoning was if Levi was able to do the shit he did to her, he didn't get a free pass to screw everything that walks. He was an asshole, but she wasn't sharing him with anyone. He'd made his bed and now he had to lie in it, not that she thought he minded that in the least.

This position was awkward and didn't feel as great as normal, but it was her pussy, clenching and wet nonetheless, and it brought him to climaxing every time. She heard his laboured breaths, followed by the stillness and then the squirts hitting her cervix, filling her with warmth. She hadn't cum, but that wasn't the point, the point was walking out and making sure everyone knew her husband cared only about her and her alone.

As she stood, cum dripping out of her and onto his softening cock, she kissed him tenderly. "See you at home?"

He takes a second to come back down to earth. "Oh no you don't. If you want to use me to teach someone a lesson you won't half ass it." He pulls her back down onto him, filling her again. "You can sit there on my dick for the rest of the day."

Evelyn hadn't expected that, but she couldn't complain, it felt good to be full. And it felt even better when Petra came in to turn in paperwork and leave knowing she hadn't won.

Levi was her husband.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year

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Heya! Im back with with an ask, can i get some killer content? What about him and his friend at an arcade, what do they do?? Also if this isn’t to much to ask can i have Asriel and Undyne added there?

I took the characters from his character's sheet.

Killer - Killer is not the most patient monster. And he's not quite good at the games either. He is mostly raging after an hour and tries to sabotage everyone's fun by cheating. And ok, maybe he didn't need to hit that arcade game so hard and breaks the screen, but it feels good on the moment so he regrets nothing.

Dustale Sans - Dune doesn't feel very comfortable. He came because Killer insisted he came, but there's too many people, too many lights, too many everything. He's too overwhelmed. He goes to hide in the toilet after ten minutes and curls up in a small ball on the ground. Please someone help him.

Swapfell Papyrus - This little shit is so lucky it's unbelivable. Killer is mainly raging because he's winning every thing. It's not just against him, it's against everyone. Killer is sure he's cheating and he won't stop bully him to try to make him lose. He gave up when he jumped on his arm and actually helped him to win a big plushie by accident. Rus is having fun!

Horrortale Sans - He's at the bar. All the lights of the games are giving him a headache. He will play one or two games with his brother though, so he doesn't get too bored. But that's not like he's really good. His brain is too slow to react at the good moment, and it's frustrating more than anything.

Horrortale Papyrus - He sticks mostly with the Horrorfell brothers and helps to hold Chief up when the arcade games are too high for his wheelchair, and serves as a second hand to Copper. He's doing the sassy and ironic commentary when they're failing. He loves it. He also makes sure once in a while his brother is alright.

Horrorfell Sans - He never thought playing video games could be that hard with one hand, but he's actually not bad! He's having fun for once and he's determined to stay here as long as he can, even if Killer keeps challenging him because he has one hand and is sure he can easily beat him. Copper shows him one hand is enough to ruin his games.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He was sceptical about that little hang out, but man, he is so competitive. He wants to win! He's frustrated some games are too high for him, but Willow is here to help and serves as a living crutch to help him. He's just having fun with friends for one.

Horrorswap Sans - He's challenging everyone at that arcade dance floor game. He has only one leg, but man, he knows how to use it! He's so speed he broke the machine after some games. It gave up and gave him all the tickets. Since, Killer is trying to charm him to force him to share the tickets with him because he is broke.

Horrorswap Papyrus - As usual, he's near his best friend comfort skeleton, Oak. Pumpkin doesn't like either all the flashy lights and the noise, and he prefers to stay near the bar talking with him and keeping him company. And Oak keeps forgetting he bought him ice cream and gave him more and he is far from complaining, dude.

Mafiatale Sans & Mafiafell Sans - It started as a friendly competition, then it became serious as both of them are very good at the games, then Demon accused Fang of cheating, then Fang took it personally and jumped at his throat. They are now on the ground, fighting like wild animals and trying to stab each other. Killer is cheering.

Undertale Asriel - He was NOT invited. Killer doesn't care he's back being a goat, he's still that shit of Flowey deep inside. He's going to antagonize him until either Asriel leaves crying or attacks him. And man, if he attacks him, he's not sure he will stop on time to not kill him.

Undertale Undyne - She was not invited either. Killer fears her, because he knows what she is really capable to do when she is pissed off. And since she arrested him a few times already, she knows him too very well. They are doing a stare contest, but they do not interact.

#undertale #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #mafiatale #mafiafell #killer sans #dustale sans #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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Tsuna doesn't have a choice.

Whining and complaining about his forced situation was the only thing he can do unless he wants himself and everyone involved with him dead. He was implicitly stated and told that if he didn't become a Mafia Boss, his family and friends will die? (Lots and lots of gaslighting, even from those 'family and friends' who're actually happy to be mafia, they have selective hearing and a brain who transform everything he said and do as "being hard to get, refusing but actually accepting" Like those scum MLs in shoujo novels and mangas, when actually it's the opposite, he refused, he yelled about it, whined about it but he did it I'm the end why? Because it was the people he cared about, who he will even sacrifice his life for that's in danger, he never fight back against slight towards him, why? Because he was raised like that, he was told everyday every second, treated like he is "Dame, aka useless" that he has no worth, that he's better off dead for everyone, his misery is everyone's entertainment. Even his mother called him that (he actually tried, really hard before, which he gave up when Nana, her 'mother' called him useless too, to his face, as a mother, that was simply... He went home beaten up everyday, the fact that he's not dead until canon was simply nothing short of a miracle. While his 'mother' had his 'dad' in the forefront of his mind everyday, waiting for him who abandoned them and in the end pushed Tsuna into the black hole filled with trauma, pain, death, bloodshed and murder called mafia, when Tsuna was 'sealed' (which definitely did something to him,hell, many have speculated that he was so clumsy in canon, which should be labeled as disabled by modern medical standards, because that kind of clumsiness implies there's something wrong with his brain, nerves and muscles, that he couldn't process information properly with slow response,which is really red flags) because he said that he doesn't want his family into mafia. Damn hypocrite, in the end, when faced with the choice of his family and his famiglia, he chose his famiglia, every time. If you said he had hardships too, the what about Tsuna? If Nana had to choose between Tsuna and that 'Dad' of his, she'll chose Iemitsu.

How could he stop other's from calling him tenth (just look at Gokudera, how many times had he asked or even plead to him to just call him Tsuna? Because he doesn't want to be a mafia boss and he's supposed to be his friend and friends don't act like a subordinate? Countless, he tried countless times, but rejected, every time. Gokudera keep referring him as his boss or even God but rejects anything he asked except for ones fit with his wants and ideals, aka Tsuna being mafia). By the time the others might (doubtful actually) actually support his desire of Not Being A Mafia Boss (it's not just fun and games, this job involves lives, especially his family's, as a Boss, he need to place the famiglia above everything else, like Iemitsu did. He's not allowed to save or even had to kill them if they're deemed useless or even a threat, this includes him too, he had to kill himself if it's for the good of the famiglia [future arc],which should've clued you in that being a mafia is a nightmare, it's not like the only way one can be rich and powerful is being a mafia, there're other ways, like being a politician, businessman, writer, etc) Did you not read or watch Kokuyo arc? Estraneo's experimentation was done by the unwritten approval of all major famiglia, which of course, Vongola is included, who knows, they might even have their own.

All that talk about being vigilante? It was just a sweet but empty bait for Tsuna to agree being a Mafia Boss, since he wouldn't want his family to be in threat or worse, dead. But who are they kidding? There's no way there's such a thing as being a Mafia Boss without killing,politics and bloodshed, his first kill (Byakuran), was for Vongola's sake (he's becoming the most powerful famiglia and threatens them, as well as unable to be manipulated nor used (profitted) by them) rather than for the sake of the world and Tsuna's family's lives and life. Vindice and that Masked Hat wasn't even involved. They literally threw the fate of the entire world (Vongola, more like) to children since the adults can't solve it, what if they die? Won't the future also destroyed? Most likely it was the same case for them. It wasn't even the children they're counting on. It was the rings. Their life doesn't worth as much as them getting the rings back.

The public aka civilians condemn murder and crime, is it that strange for Tsuna to refuse being a Mafia Boss? Did you think it's as easy as breaking dolls to kill someone? It's not even just kill, they must be able to torture and watch torture. He's just a kid, a teenager not yet past puberty who until just recently, was hated and bullied in all ways possible by the entire town. Others had friends and family or something else that makes them smile and push forward in life. Tsuna only had Kyoko and his mom (which was just simply because of that, that she's his mom, she never beat him up, but at the same time, she doesn't care about him. Providing him food is the minimum duty of a mother (a parent, but since that 'dad' isn't here) which is not included in category of care, since she still called him useless and doesn't seem worried when he got hurt, screw it with actually knows but not wanting to force him, as a mother, she was the one supposed to care and take care about Tsuna emotionally, physically and mentally not the other way around. With common sense, one should know that calling someone useless is not nice; Meanwhile, Kyoko's just being a decent human being with no other feeling for him other than pity aka she doesn't take part in bullying him, but it was just that, nothing more nothing less. Not to mention Hana who in the beginning thought if him as a stupid, useless guy who might have feelings for Kyoko not knowing his own worth like Mochida).

That's the fact, he had no one, in his world, there's just him and bullies/ abusers. The reason that he has a crush 'admiration' towards Kyoko was because she didn't insult or bully him, which should've been the norm? It was basic human decency. If that doesn't imply how f*cked up his life and all the people in his life, I don't know what is. As for, canon? Those friends? Almost all of them tried to kill him once or hurt him to the point of fatal injury, even Lambo with his bombs and weapons as well as tantrums. The death count (by Reborn) as hurt count was really... only possible since it's fiction, in real life, he would've died since he was 5 (no one can know whether flame seal could've killed him back then, after all the only known case was flame sealing a non-active, not an active). NO ONE cared about his opinions, he was the one who cared about them, he was even forced to befriend (insubordination) as guardians (pawns and puppets). Pretty sure every other mafia don out there doesn't treat their guardian like Tsuna (referring to the fact that Gokudera begged to be his 'subordinate' because he saved him, implying that indeed, guardians in other famiglias were treated as disposables or inconsequential whether or not they're fatally injured or died as long as they did their job). Tsuna, on the other hand, treated them like friends (best friends actually, that level of dedication) and family (which he didn't have before). Reborn forced violent and mentally unsound people on him, with just the premise that he can heal him or shoot him, and to be honest, who knows if there's actually a back-up or substitute if Tsuna died. As a friend or a family, more so, it's imperative that one cared for the other's opinions, not gaslighting them, not forcing their opinions and ideas on them, not trying to kill them, not hurting them (verbally, physically or mentally). It doesn't matter even if they're mafia. They're human first and foremost, they can think, should understand common sense, can feel and process feelings. The fact that Tsuna protects them more than they protect him (as taught by Reborn, he only told the guardians to guard him 'aka watch' him). Sometime they did protect him from attacks, but really, it's not just from outside, but also from within (Reborn, Bianchi, Hibari, Gokudera, etc). If they're really Guardians, if they actually cared about him, they should've cared about his opinion and support him, not ignoring, even disregard them. After Reborn came, the only different thing is that he got a bigger cage and his bullies are replaced by abusers who not only take advantage of his kindness but also treated him as a puppet, pawn and convenient figure (boss, 'friend' (who'll care about them, clean up their messes and accept them no matter what they do, yes, just like a toxic narcissistic abuser), father (I-Pin and Lambo can be excused somewhat, but under other's influence, they're just acceptable), job (Reborn) , saviour, 'son' (Iemitsu just regards him as a mini Nana when small and a tool when he grew up).

hi nonny, thank you for the ask. sorry i’m only answering it months later, but tbh even as i’m writing this, i’m still unsure about whether i should actually answer it or not. i won’t put it in the tags either because i don’t want to invite discourse on my blog, nor do i want to become a vessel through which discourse happens, but i just need to address some of the things you said.

but first i do have to say that i can’t help but feel a bit attacked here lol. like this feels more like you’re venting at me than you just sharing your opinion with me. also the way you seemingly keep directly talking to me? and like, are you?? because you’re just putting words in my mouth as i’ve literally never said any of those things lol.

but anyway, i assume this is all referring to this post? if so i just want to make it clear where i stand when it comes to it first. like i said in the tags of that post i think both @ mediumsizedpidegon and @ dopepoisonivyoncrack are valid and right in their interpretation of the manga, and both of those interpretations are based on canon. mediumsizedpidegon’s dark take on the manga doesn’t put it or the characters in a kind light, but it is based on dark implications the manga does have. and tho i don’t interpret all of them the same way they did, i can’t say it’s not a valid takeaway from the manga either.

that said, if we’re talking strictly canon and trying to guess what amano meant for us to take from it as best and as objectively as we can, which i’ll assume is what we’re trying to do here, then ultimately i just have to agree with dopepoisonivyoncrack’s take on it. like yes the manga is full of unacknowledged and unexplored underlying darkness, but it’s because it’s just an inevitable consequence of the way amano chose to tell her story, and of the theme she chose to tell it through (the mafia). but that underlying darkness isn’t what the manga is about, nor is meant to be what we should primarily focus on and read/interpret the manga through that lens. it’s just the principal mean to the end, i.e. what amano wanted her manga to be about, and not the end in and of itself. again, as long as we’re strictly talking canon anyway.

khr is about a boy (re)learning he has worth and value through the genuine, strong and deep bonds he makes with people who see and treat him as someone with worth and value. it’s about a boy growing into the best version of himself thanks to those bonds who are his strength and support, while making the people dear to him also grow to the best version of themselves.

it’s about how unfortunate it is those bonds are mostly forged through harsh, violent and cruel situations kids like them shouldn’t ever be involved in, and how they make it through them because they care for each other and love each other and help each other make it through them, because they’re each other’s strength. it’s about how they’re going through the toughest times of their lives, and at the same time are also living the happiest times of their lives because that’s just what life is, both good and bad times happening at the same times. and the good times give you the strength to endure the bad times and make it through them, and the bad times doesn’t have to mean you can’t have good times still, or you can never go back to the good times, not if you fight for it.

khr is about growth, friendship, family, love. it’s about not being perfect and still having worth and value and be deserving of being treated as such. it’s about making mistakes and still be allowed to try again, and still be given a second chance to try again. it’s about making mistakes and always having the option to make amends for them, to learn from them and become a better person through it. it’s about being hurt by life, sometimes in unspeakable manners, and the promise of eventually finding hope and healing and happiness again as long as you hang in there.

it’s about life not being perfect for you in all aspects and hurting you in some aspects, and the promise of life still being worth hanging onto, the promise of better times that are sure to eventually come. it’s about finding the strength and resilience to endure tough times and make your way through them because better times are always sure to come again, and they’re always worth fighting for and holding on for. it’s about fighting for your happiness and remaining true to it no matter what because it’s worth it. like sorry, but it just is.

imho anyway, and so i’m sorry to say that there’s little i agree with you here nonny. especially because all the arcs up to the shimon arc are, in fact, fresh and clear in my mind because i’m currently going through a reread of the manga, and like. i think... there’s a lot of fanon and headcanons and your personal interpretation that are mixed with your takeaway from canon here nonny. which is, you know, entirely valid of you, don’t get me wrong. and again, i do see exactly where you’re coming from here with all this and, it is all based on canon facts we were given, but from there our personal interpretation of those facts differ so much, i think we’ll just have to agree to disagree here lol.

and you know, i said i wanted to address some of the things you said, but actually i think i’m just going to leave this here as it is. no wait, i WILL address the fact that i’m and always have been firmly pro “tsuna being made to be vongola decimo makes him miserable, and him actually being forced to become vongola decimo would be nothing short but a tragedy that’d make everyone involved miserable too”. like, just take a look at some of the works i’ve written about tsuna and the 10th gen, and it’s really obvious lol. i’ll also address that i 100% believe that tsuna & his guardians are genuine friends who deeply care and love each other first and foremost, and yes it’s not perfect and they’re tactless and hurtful at times with each other, but they’re all middle schoolers, you know. and they’re all experiencing friendship for the first time in their own ways too, so, yeah.

hope this doesn’t read as... idk, an attack on you and your opinion, or me completely dismissing your opinion. like this is NOT me going “you’re totally wrong and THIS is the one true meaning of khr” lol. in fact i really like writing about khr and interpreting it from within a similar sandbox than the one you described here too, but once again as far as canon goes, this is just me sharing where i personally stand on the matter, as you’ve shared your opinion with me too.

all that to say, you’re totally welcome to drop in my inbox again if you ever feel like it again! and tho i’d rather we let this matter rest here, if you have something else to say on it, i’ll hear it (tho i can’t promise i’ll answer it this time too).

#asks #Anonymous #long post

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bbybearcubbs · 18 days

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How does someone manage to piss off someone else before that other person is even aware they're awake???

I just became aware of the world around me for 30 seconds max and you've already managed to make me wish my heart stopped while I was asleep. Because why are you mad at me for you having to iron your own son's school pants??? You're mad you have to iron it even though you gave yourself that task??? You said yourself that you'd handle the ironing of clothes since everyone else had other things to get ready for in the morning.

"That phone you love so much? You go loose it. Because you really pissing me off." EXCUSE YOU?!?

WHAT THE FUCK DOES MY PHONE HAVE TO DO WITH ANY-FUCKING-THING???

Idk if you haven't realized but when was the last time you could complain about the floors being dusty? When was the last time you could complain about the dishes being dirty? When was the last time you could complain about the stove being dirty (right after food was finished being made mind you) When was the last time you could complain about dirty clothes? Or the closest being a mess? Or not finding your shoes under the bed?

I'm stuck at home with the two youngest kids NOT EVEN BY CHOICE and I make it a point to try and keep the place and tidy and neat as possible for 24 hours EVERY DAY because YOU REFUSE to take me to go apply for jobs! I can't do that on my own because I don't have a fucking cent to my name and to get to town I need money because transport costs money!

Don't start ranting early in the mornings as if I haven't been doing shit the entire time I'm home! The only motherfucking thing I don't do is cook and it's only because #1 - I fucking can't and #2 - I'm scared I'll end up wasting ingredients if I tried cause we're broke as fuck, which is no ones fault but you and our moms, and I don't wanna waste anything.

You're recalling the ONE TIME I didn't do the dishes on time in the last month and 2 weeks and blaming it on a phone I didn't have until a week ago?!? You're upset because in the rush of constantly cleaning, dealing with screaming kids on behalf of my mother so she can rest after work and my own screaming mind that never shuts the fuck up, I didn't secure my brothers school pants? Okay yeah I could've hung it up but I didn't think of that, yk why? Cause I was thinking about the living room I needed to clean and the kitchen I needed to clean and the clothes I needed to wash

I forced myself into a sleep schedule so I can do things at a more convenient time for everyone else even though it fucking kills me to be doing anything during the damn day. I work better in the late hours but that's not convenient so I tried to fix the problem and you apparently don't see that. I was up doing chores at 1-2am because our pipe lines suck and we never get running water every day so I needed to refill everything in the house while I could. I also needed to wash as much clothes as possible before they water left. I went to bed at 3 in the fucking morning after having maintained a sleep schedule that has me knocked tf out by 12am.

I was a fucking MESS the next day but STILL managed to follow the fake routine I'd built up. Nothing I do is a routine. I have to actively make the decision to do all those things because adhd is a fucking bitch. And maybe I do rush some days to get back on my phone but that's because I have to play housewife as the oldest kid and haven't left my house beyond going to the shops in the neighborhood twice a week AT MOST. I'M LOOSING MY FUCKING MIND HERE YOU PRICK!!!

Why do I have to walk on eggshells in my own house around my own father because he's a narcissistic, selfish, dumbass??? I'm not supposed to make any mistakes at all??? Name five fucking things I did in the past month that you can consider a problem and I'll stfu.

#cubbs.vent #its fucking 7am and im heated as fuck #you even offered to do the dishes for my sister because she was tired and i couldn't becausr i was busy with my siblings #and you STILL LEFT SOME DISHES THERE #and you didn't “pass a broom” like you always say my sister and i should do #which we always do #my sister cant even do much cause she still has school

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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