#and at the same time I get f*cking scared

[ryotono]

Hashiras/Pillars and [Y/N] and quotes and mucho rizz hihi (sorry)

Feat. Kamaboko squad!

Enjoy!

When Tanjiro attacks sanemi:

[Y/N]: GET HIM BOY, F*CKING KICK HIS ASS AYOOO

Giyuu: so it's you the bad influence

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In the Battle against Upper moon one:

[Y/N] looking at Kokushibo: so, he is your like great-great-grandfather?

Muichiro: yes

[Y/N]: oh...

[Y/N]: is he single?

Muichiro: wtf

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Tanjiro: what's your breathing style? you're a hashira, so must be something really cool!

[Y/N]: I can tell you only if you promise it's a secret between us

Tanjiro: oh ofc!

[Y/N] get closer: it's rizz

Tanjiro: what

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Zenitsu: what do you mean "Rizz" that's not even a breathing style-

[Y/N] pointing to the other pillars: do you see all that people?

Zenitsu: yes?

[Y/N]: all of them are my bitches, except for muichiro, muichiro is my baby

[Y/N]: so don't do "tHaT's NoT eVeN a BrEaThInG sTyLE" to me boy, because my rizz is upper than you ever gonna be, understood?

Zenitsu, crying: y-yes sir

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Hashira meeting:

Giyuu: y'all joking, [Y/N] doesn't have a crush in me

Gyomei: yes they do

Uzui: sadly they do

Sanemi: they fucking do you blind ass f*cker ("no offense gyomei" "it's okay")

Mitsuri: they do!!! ^^

Muichiro: that cloud looks like a duck, ha

Shinobu: they do tomioka san

Rengoku: NO JOKES, THEY DO PARTNER!

Obanai: they do, and it's disgusting

[Y/N]: yes I do, very much actually

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[Y/N]: okay but what about your great-great-uncle?

Muichiro: leave me alone

[Y/N]: answer the question muichiro, ANSWER

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Inosuke: HEY YOU, THE HASHIRA

[Y/N]: hm, me?

Inosuke: YES, FIGHT ME!

[Y/N]: HOLY SH*T PEPPA PIG??

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[Y/N]: I don't understand, how could i have food poisoning?

Shinobu: did you eat something strange?

[Y/N]: no! I just made me some food

Shinobu: that explains a lot

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[Y/N]: so you telling that we have to beat Michael Jackson?

Ubuyashiki: yes- wait, who-

[Y/N]: what if "HEE HEE" us? I'm scared, rengoku hold me

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[Y/N]: I’ve only had Kamaboko Squad for a day and a half

[Y/N]: but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: i said that if you keep screaming and threatening your beautiful little brother, I'm gonna get your sword and f*cking shove in your ass, got it :)?

Sanemi: alright

let's try again

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: I hate you, but at the same time I want to kiss you so bad, and give you all the love and support you deserve babe

Sanemi: ???

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[Y/N] in a mission with Mitsuri and Obanai:

Obanai, obviously furious: can't you just go away? There's enough pillars in this mission

[Y/N]: yeah I can go, but I don't want to miss your failure to confess to Mitsuri, start dating, eventually getting married and have kids, living happy, but because your such a weakass, none of this is going to happen

Obanai: ... You don't need to say that y'know

[Y/N]: oh yes I need

just kidding I love obanai

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Gyomei: hello there

[Y/N]: boobs

Gyomei: sorry?

[Y/N] sweating: i-i mean titties- NO I MEAN BIG MEN BOOBS F*CK I MEAN HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU??

Gyomei:

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X: Master Ubuyashiki, we need to stop the Hashira [Y/N]

Ubuyashiki: why is that

X: They are adopting all the kids here, started with that group with the demon sister, then the younger brothers of the Wind and Flame Pillar and the girls from Butterfly State, even the Mist Pillar are gone

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Akaza: guess it's your end now rengoku

[Y/N]: THE FUCK IT'S NOT YOUR KICKED BASKETBALL SON OF A BI-

TANJIRO: WHERE'D YOU EVEN COME FROM?

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Extra!

Akaza: and suddenly appears this crackhead kinda of demon slayer, and starts barking at me

Kokushibo: like a dog?

Akaza: yes

Demon [Y/N]: heh, I like them

TWO [Y/N]'S????? AND CRACKHEAS??? PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN PEOPLE

That's all for today! Thank you all for reading and interacting with my other posts ;) Love y'all!!!!

(English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors)

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[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: BIG SMUT - fingering, PinV, essentially just a chapter of p*rn

Chapter Word Count: 2997

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A/N: basically just a whole chapter of smut. Hope it doesn’t suck ass as it’s 2am an I’ve been trying to proof read for half an hour but fuck knows what I’ve just written. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 pt. 1

Chapter 8 pt. 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, sleep failing to whisk me away. I tossed and turned for several hours; kicking the covers off in frustration before pulling them up to my chin, then kicking them off again before pulling them back up - repeating this horrid cycle until two in the morning. Thoughts kept racing through my mind and I couldn’t get the image of Dean looking at me with those dark lustful eyes out of my head. The way he watched me move around Sam, witnessing how I caressed his younger brother and made him squirm where he sat. I could only dream of what was going through his mind in that moment - of what I hoped he was thinking. Heat prickled my skin and bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I remembered my daydream from earlier; Dean fucking me into his mattress as he held my hips and sought nothing but his own pleasure. A groan left my lips as I threw my covers off and sat up, rubbing my temples in a weak attempt to dismiss my attraction to the obnoxious man wreaking havoc in my mind. I placed my feet on the cold floor and stood up, deciding a glass of cold water was the best remedy for whatever it was that I was feeling. I rubbed my eyes as I padded towards my bedroom door, tugging on the old T-shirt that barely covered my behind. I grasped the handle and opened the door, jumping in surprise at the sight of Dean leaving his room. A startled noise left my lips as I placed a hand on my chest, not expecting to see him standing there.

“Shit, Dean, you scared the crap out of me.” In response Dean mumbled a half hearted apology, taking a step closer to me.

“What are you doing up? It’s late, you should be in bed.”

“What are you, my dad?” I scoffed, not sure how to feel about the reprimanding. He held his hands up in defence, only bowing his head slightly, not saying anything else. I sighed.

“I just can’t sleep; I’ve been tossing and turning for hours but no luck. I was just on my way to get a glass of water.”

“You didn’t think to put any more clothes on?” He asked, and it looked like he was trying desperately not to look me up and down as his eyes wouldn’t leave mine.

“I’m sorry - how many people do you run into at TWO AM? I wasn’t expecting company,” I tugged more on the bottom of my T-shirt, trying harder to cover up what little dignity I had left in front of Dean Winchester. All of a sudden we were stood in total silence, neither of us knowing what to say as we now avoided eye contact and I played with the hem on my shirt. We stayed like this for a few awkward moments before I opened my mouth to say something right as Dean decided to speak.

“I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n).”

My eyes snapped up to meet his, and there was an almost pained look about his face that was hard to place in the dim lighting. My mouth opened and closed a few times, not knowing what words to pick. Luckily for me, Dean kept talking.

“That shit you pulled earlier - the way you… danced… for Sam - made me genuinely jealous of my own brother. I mean come on, we’ve already done the deed, why didn’t you pick me?”

“Because how would you have known how good I was if you couldn’t see everything?”

He thought for a second before tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in agreement.

“You’ve got me there.”

“I know what I’m doing, Winchester.”

“You sure do sweetheart,” Dean stepped closer to me, closing the already short distance between us with those forest-green eyes not leaving mine. Our chests were almost touching as his gaze started flicking between my eyes and my lips. I watched as his own lips parted and he chewed on his bottom lip as if deep in thought, his eyes growing darker by the second. My heart started to race and the atmosphere turned thick. What was he thinking about? Why did he have to look at me the way he did - like he wanted to devour me - the intensity of his gaze increasing by the second and making me warm both inside and out. Not another thought ran through my mind when my back thumped against my bedroom door and Deans lips descended on my own - hot and hurried. His large arms circled my waist, rough palms caressing every inch of my back, waist and ass like he was searching for the best place to grip onto - to dig his fingers into my soft skin. I pulled on his hair, bringing his face and body closer to mine, wanting to feel every muscled inch of him press against me.

I released one hand from his hair and reached back, fumbling around the door looking for the handle, soon finding it and twisting. The door swung open and we stumbled in, too wrapped up in every fibre of each other to pay much attention to anything else. Dean kicked the door closed, reluctant to release me from his grasp and his lips still on mine as he hastily backed me towards my bed; my knees hitting the mattress and I tumbled down onto my back, pulling him with me. He gripped me with one strong arm and lifted me further up the bed so I was in a more comfortable position - my head now resting on the pillow and my hair fanning around me. His lips were so soft on mine, his stubble occasionally scratching my chin when his lips parted further and his tongue hesitantly skimmed mine. The action was slow, as if he was testing the waters. I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips at the feeling of him in my mouth and the sheer intimacy of the action, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and surrendering my mouth to him. I subconsciously pulled him closer, my knees parting without a second thought and his hips dipped down, allowing me to feel every well-sculpted muscle in his abdomen and thighs - including the hardness growing in those loose pyjama pants. The ever so familiar sensation of my own arousal began brewing like a storm; twisting in the pit of my stomach with excitement and anticipation. Electric jolts shot through me every time he pressed into my most sensitive area, making my legs twitch involuntarily as breathy gasps escaped me. His mouth quickly left mine and trailed down my throat before he sat up, pulling himself from my grasp. His evergreen eyes, black with desire that pierced into mine with white hot lust held my gaze, and I fought to stop my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the way he looked at me. Without missing a beat he pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, holding himself above me as I let myself admire him - trailing my gaze over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on his tattoo. I reached up and traced my fingers over it, feeling him shiver and groan at my gentle touch, his head dropping into the crook of my neck. With one hand he reached down, those rough fingers delicately slipping into my underwear and circling that sensitive button, making my legs twitch even more than before. He went around and around, tauntingly avoiding contact with it before a desperate whimper slipped from my lips. He smirked like the Devil himself before he finally indulged me, pressing his fingertips expertly to the tender mound, undoing me in a way that I’ve never been undone before. He leaned down as his ministrations continued, pressing soft kisses to my moaning lips. My head tilted back into my pillow as that recognisable feeling in the pit of my stomach began to twist tighter and tighter, my nails digging into Deans shoulders, leaving behind little crescent moon-shaped indents in his skin. My breathing increased and I was right on the edge of bliss when out of nowhere he stopped, the pleasure disappearing in an instant. However before I even had a chance to complain he’d slid two thick fingers inside me with ease, drawing a gasp from my chest. He pumped in and out a few times, teasingly pressing on the hidden cushion of over-sensitive flesh that was hidden deep inside, making me writhe underneath him. It wasn’t hidden to Dean though, no, he knew EXACTLY what he was looking for. Once again this pleasure was short lived as he pulled his fingers out, leaving me cold and empty on the inside. On the outside however I was red hot as I watched the older Winchester stick his fingers in his mouth, circling his tongue around them as he sucked my essence from his digits, not missing a single drop. My heart flipped when he spoke in a low, husky voice.

“Delicious - just like last time.”

Heat spread like wildfire over my cheeks as I blushed furiously, not knowing how to deal with the sexual expertise of this incredibly objectionable man. He placed his hands on my thighs, my knees almost gripping his hips in anticipation.

“Are you ready princess?” He asked, his voice smooth and frustratingly calm, except for his chest rising and falling rapidly with supposedly eager breaths.

“Yes- Dean please-”

In a single beat he pulled himself out of his pants and slid inside me with ease, stretching me as he made every inch disappear. My eyes rolled and my mouth was agape, a pornstar-grade moan unintentionally leaving my lips and making Dean quiver.

“Fuck- (Y/n) don’t squeeze me like that darlin or I won’t last long…” he breathed out, all calmness from his voice now gone.

“I-I’m not doing anything- I swear,” I almost squeak out as he lowers himself over me again, one hand dropping next to my head to support himself as the other gripped my thigh pulling it around him. It was his turn for his eyes to roll.

“Lord have mercy…” he muttered out under his breath, slowly moving his hips, thrusting in and out, in and out, over and over and over again. He was ever so gentle at first, but that soon changed when his own pleasure was there to be chased and gentle thrusting turned to mind-melting pounding. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his mouth occasionally pressing into the curve of my neck as my lips rested near his ear, my soft moans going straight to his brain. I started to feel sweat pepper his skin, his breathing heavy as his motions became even more rapid and uneven. He was right - he wouldn’t last long. I unwound my arms and placed my palms on his chest and pushed, taking him by surprise. He stopped his pounding and I could feel him flex inside me, bringing a gasp from my lips before I could get my words out. I refocused, his attention on me unwavering.

“Get on your back.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice as he flipped over with ease, pulling out of me for a second and taking my spot on the bed. I flung my leg over him and lowered myself down on him with zero hesitation, hating the cold feeling of emptiness. Deans hands worked on their own as they grabbed the soft flesh on my thighs, his fingers digging in as he groaned in pleasure. His head went back in the pillow, his eyes shut and jaw slack as I started to move, rocking back and forth, his hands softly guiding me. My fingers pushed into his chest as I steadied myself, and he seemed unphased by my weight in his state of ecstasy. I moaned, unable to stop myself from chasing my own pleasure as I looked down at him, loving that I was the one making him lose his mind in bliss. He opened his eyes, lids still hooded as he gazed up, watching me ride him like there was no tomorrow. For a moment his hands left my thighs, reaching up and tugging on the old T-shirt I was wearing.

“Take this shit off,” he growled, helping me discard the item. I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor with his garment, dishevelling my hair in the process.

“Better?” I asked, now completely bare to his burning gaze.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, hands sliding up my stomach to caress the underside of my breasts, sliding a thumb over the silky smooth skin as his palms rested on my ribs. I rocked against him harder, feeling my own wetness on my thighs and mixing with my sweat. In this position it was like his cock was in my throat - he felt so deep, so engulfed by me I felt I could never let him go. I’d never felt so full in my life, it was borderline uncomfortable but I couldn’t get enough - it was intoxicating. HE was intoxicating. The smell of leather and gunpowder on his skin, the taste of beer on his lips and the silky smooth scars that dotted his otherwise perfect body was a drug in itself. I don’t even know if I truly hated him. Especially when he was here giving me the best sex of my life. I’d fuck this mans brains out everyday if I could. If he’d let me.

It didn’t take long for my impending climax to appear on the horizon. It bubbled, almost boiling as I rocked harder, faster, more desperately than before, making the bed creak and the headboard knock against the wall. Deans grip on my ass was assisting my motions as I started to lose control over the sounds tumbling from my lips - the name.

Dean.

I could see the desperation seeping into him as his rhythm started faltering, throwing me off for a split second before we found unison again. My nails dug into his chest once more, Dean totally unphased and too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care. My own pleasure turned to Earth shattering ecstasy as the buildup dropped and the cord snapped - wave, after wave, after wave of euphoria crashed around me, making my eyes roll and toes curl; legs trembling either side of Dean as I moaned his name - temporarily forgetting all other words. Clenching around Dean, it sent shockwaves through him that brought him to his own release, his grip painful on my delicate skin as he came undone with my name on his lips. I instantly felt warmth seep down the inside of my thigh, and the thought of being completely filled to the brim by him made my heart flutter. Dean trembled beneath me, both of us slowing down as we came down from our synchronised highs. After a few quiet moments of nothing but heavy breathing, he was the first to speak up.

“Ahh fuck, (Y/n)…. What the fuck was that?” He ran a hand through his hair.

I tilted my head in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“THAT,” he said pausing to catch his breath, looking up at me with eyes as black as coal, “was one of the most intense moments of my life,” he propped himself up onto his elbows so we were now almost eye to eye. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“Damn right.”

We stared at each other, clarity returning through the sexual fog, and strangely, regret was nowhere to be found. Deans tongue darted out and wet his lips, and I gnawed on my bottom lip almost nervously. He was still here. Unmoving. Why didn’t he leave?

Why didn’t I WANT him to leave?

We sat in peaceful silence as I stayed on his lap, Dean making no effort to move even though he had started to soften inside me, letting the mess leak out and drip down my thighs and over his hips. I’d have to change the bedsheets before sleeping. Deans eyes were returning to their usual mossy green, his gaze gentle on my figure for the first time since we’d met.

“I should probably get off - let you get back to your room,” I said, my eyes not leaving his, my tone lacking.

“Yeah… I should really let you sleep…” Deans voice was the same as mine. We looked at each other for a few more minutes before we both leaned forwards, Deans fingers threading ever so gently through my hair and I placed my hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath my fingertips. His lips were as soft as silk as they pressed on mine - a great contrast to the bruising make out session earlier. He kissed me with a tenderness I didn’t know he could muster, and it made my heart flutter something crazy. His mouth moved on mine, as soft and warm as a summers breeze and I didn’t want it to end. Eventually he pulled away, a smile on his lips.

“Sweetheart you really need to sleep,” his voice held a kindness I’m sure wasn’t for me.

“I…umm…” I paused and looked away, fighting with myself about whether I should even say what’s in my mind. I decided to be bold, fighting the blush rising from deep within.

“Dean, I don’t want you to go…”

He stared at me, and for the first time ever a pink glow adorned his masculine features. He was still. Very still, and I was starting to scold myself for being weird and out of character. It didn’t take much longer for him to reply.

“Well let's get you cleaned up and head to my room - we can sort your sheets out in the morning.”

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[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

IVORY GRANITE

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me. TW: Suggestive, Slight NSFW

Unlike the other binibinis that arrived, Maliksi tolerated your presence. Not that he sees you as someone special amongst the women who are there to be a potential surrogate for their kind, but rather your calm and composed attitude is refreshing to see. You did not mindlessly fawn over his brother, Makisig or any other Tamawo like a half-wit human who's a slave to their worldly desires. You just kept patient and let Makisig tend to the other ladies first- you are not in a rush afterall since time flows differently in Biringan City. You spent your first week roaming around, exploring, relaxing, and to Maliksi's amuzement- just enjoying being there. "Hey, not gonna throw a tantrum like the other gal earlier? My Kuya's comforting his... 5th binibini for today." Maliksi asked nonchalantly, a lollipop stuffed in his cheek as he plays video games in the living room, sulking since his older brother is too busy giving attention to the ladies instead of spending time with him. "Nope, I've been fully informed of everyone's set up here, thanks for asking though." You softly chuckled before taking note of how bored and irritated Maliksi looks. "Need a player 2?" He reluctantly throws one controller at you, which you were able to catch. "Tch. Make sure you don't suck or I'm taking that back." That single interaction was the start of an unlikely acquaintanceship between the two. Maliksi never liked humans, but this one- this small, soft, and friendly human is kinda tolerable to be around with, not that he will admit it. You were always easy to talk to, you were always soft and kind to him, despite him being not so friendly most of the time. You were able to sense if he's been having an extra difficult day, not getting angry when he's too snarky and sharp with his words. Of course those words don't just go unnoticed, it's still annoying to be honest. That is why he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide open the first time he heard you talk back to his sarcasm and rude remarks. "Say that again." Maliksi gritted his teeth. He was having a bad day after some binibini started acting up that his Kuya Makisig needed to cancel their video game night for the third time this week. He knows he's being rude to you but he's too prideful to take it back. "I said, you're a jerk for being all snarky and mean to me when I didn't do anything wrong to you!" You slightly raise your voice, brows furrowed in annoyance. You could've stopped there, but you were just mad at how unfair he is, using you as someone he can just talk down to whenever he's having a bad day. "This is why the other ladies mess with you purposely every chance they get! Your Kuya must've been tired of hearing them rant about your trashy attitude all day long. Maybe I should-" "Should what? Do the same as the others? Act like a goddamn brat?" Maliksi scoffed. "My Kuya doesn't do anything about brats...but I do." Maliksi coldly said, looking at you dead in the eye.

"Do what? Think I'm scared of you, Maliksi? I think you're all bark and no bite! Just a little spoiled brother waiting for his kuya to give him love and attention -" Before you knew it, Maliksi was already dragging you into his own room, bending you over his lap before lifting the hem of your dress up, slapping one of his hands on your behind, staining your skin red with his handprint. 

"Count." Maliksi said in a cold tone.You let out a soft yelp as his palms made contact with your backside once again.

"M- Maliksi." You softly whined, biting your lips from the slight pain. "Oh, not too happy to be disciplined, huh? I said f*cking count, brat!" he said as he gave you another slap. "Three.." You softly said, tears slowly forming in your eyes and you're not sure if it's from the sting from where his palms made contact on your behind, or from the humiliation of being disciplined like this. "I can't hear you, missy." "Four.." "Five.." He didn't stop until you were sobbing, saying your apologies for yelling at him in between sniffles.

"How many was that, Y/n?" He softly said, his tone gentle as he rubs his hand soothingly on your red stained skin. "T..Ten."

"That's right. Have you learned your lesson? You're not gonna give me attitude now, yes?" You slowly nodded.. "That's my y/n. Now be a good girl and let my fingers and tongue apologize for being rude to you earlier." 

[intuitively-her]

Why are people scared of you?

Pile 1-(The Hermit, 7 of swords, The Lovers rx, 8 of cups, The Devil, Temperance, 4 of cups rx, 4 of wands rx, 8 of pentacles rx, The Magician, 8 of wands) *angel number confirmation: 888

It's easy for you to detach from situations that don't serve you. You may prefer to be alone often. Sometimes you may even have more fun by yourself than when you're with others. People wish they could be like that. You're very much grounded and comfortable in your own skin. You are your own happiness! This really gets under people's skin. Mad ass bitches.🤣 You're very secretive and many wonder what you're hiding. People feel like they can't keep up with you. This could even be people that try to keep up with you to be all up in your business. But they're still blocked from knowing anyways. You're a powerful creator. You've built your creations from the ground up and made it to the top without the help of anyone else. You really had to get it out the mud BY YOURSELF. Lastly, many believe that you're a heart breaker. It's something about the way you look. You're a temptress.

*channeled song: way 2 sexy by drake

Pile 2-(5 of wands, 10 of swords, The Hanged Man, The Devil, The Star, The Magician, Queen of swords, Ace of swords, Justice)

You're not afraid of confrontation and being the bad guy when it's needed. I keep hearing "don't poke the bear". So you could actually be quiet and keep to yourself, but you'll flip the switch at any moment. That's really f*cking scary lmao. There's this strong aura of confidence around you. You walk with your head held high. Something about you makes people want to surrender. They feel super defeated against you. People would rather be with you than against you. You may have some sort of fame or following on a platform. For some of you, you run a business that contributes to this. People wish they could do it like you. Lastly, people are scared of you because you always get to the bottom of the truth. You always receive justice and come out on top in situations.

*channeled song: blow the whistle by too short

Pile 3-(6 of cups rx, The Hierophant rx, The World, Death, The Hermit, The Emperor, King of swords rx, 2 of pentacles rx, 10 wands rx, 6 of wands)

You're growing up and leaving behind dead weight. You've truly been evolving into a new person. Like a snake shedding it's skin. You're releasing a lot of your past burdens. Some people feel like you're gonna leave them behind. This could be family. These are people that were never supposed to join you on your journey anyway. You've been handling things on your own more and keeping your business to yourself. I'm getting a "f*ck it, ill just do it myself" type of energy from this pile. You're becoming your own savior. You've been taking a lot more risks as well. I keep getting something about "risk and reward". So maybe that has meaning to you.

*channeled song: rise up by andra day

Pile 4-(Queen of cups rx, 3 of swords, Queen of pentacles, Queen of wands rx, 4 of swords, Ace of cups, King of cups, Judgement, The High Priestess)

You can be very spiteful towards those that have done you wrong. People are often scared to go against you because they're afraid of what you might do in retaliation. You're very selfish with your time and you take your self-care seriously. You hold a lot of knowledge about many different subjects. I heard "old soul". You know exactly what you want and you demand it. That's actually very attractive to others. You seem to have a good judgement towards others, so you know who to associate yourself with and who not to. You can be a social butterfly at the same time tho. You know many people from many different crowds. You also have many people that come to your defense in situations, some unbeknownst to you.

*channeled song: no more (baby ima do right) by 3LW

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image

[nikirikistan]

Meeting him

~ jake ~

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍!𝒋𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 "𝑾𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅." 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌-𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

a/n: your group name is dreamday, fandom name is dream.

Your manager dropped you off near the Han river. You were really nervous as you waited for your 'husband' to arrive. You keep fidgeting around nervously, unable relax. You were facing the river unbeknownst to you a tall figure behind you.

"I see her" jake thought. As he slowly approaches you. He notices that your back looks familiar to him. He got closer and greets you slightly too loud "hey nice to meet you, i'm jake". He noticed you jump a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he apologised, attempting to hide his smile.

You heard someone introduce themselves at random and were taken aback by a smooth voice that quickly filled your ears.

"Hey, it's fine, I'm y/n nice to meet you as well," you smiled. "Oh Jake? I've heard that name. Are you in enhypen?" you say fangirling a bit but he doesn't need to know.

"I am, i also recognize you. y/n from dreamday!" he exclaims, fangirling as well.

"Right over there," you said, pointing to a picnic blanket in the distance, "I prepared our first date."

He sneakily slides his arm around your waist as the two of you walk. You feel your face burning up. He catches your face turning into a light pink and smiles too himself. You trying to hide your face with your hair unsuccessfully because of the wind.

You both arrived at the picnic area and sat down. He assists in opening the lunch boxes, which contained chocolate-covered strawberries, tiny sandwiches, and onigiri.

"Did you make all of this? I'm glad we're married," he murmured, looking at the dish with big heart eyes.

"Yea, do you like em'? I wasn't sure what you'd like to eat," you smiled as you saw his eyes widen. You thought it was cute.

"Yes, I love them, thank you y/n," he said, his smile as wide as ever. He hadn't had homemade meals for a while because he was always too busy, which meant getting takeaway or eating ramen.

After eating he pats his belly indicating that he's full. "Like a baby" you thought.

"Can i try something bold" he said nervously. 

"Sure?" you replied, waiting for him to go on. Before you could question why, he gently placed his head on your lap.

"Is this ok for you?" he said nervously.

"mhm hm" you just hummed not trusting your voice right now.

After a few minutes, he opens up his playlist and plays 'Let's Get Married by Vedo'. "What a coincidence," you thought to yourself.

Another minute has passed, and you're running your fingers through his hair.

"Your hair is so fluffy," you remarked.

"Thank you," he said, a cute F*CKING smile on his face.

"Would you like to go to the Sanrio store? I saw one just around the corner," he explained. You agreed. He assisted you in standing up grabbing your hand. You notice your hands are still linked as you walk to the store.

You were both wandering around the store when you were suddenly halted by a saleslady. "Hello, we're having a sale on rings, and if you buy two, you'll get a 10% discount," she explained.

"Should we go ahead and buy one?" You stated while staring at Jake, not realising he was thinking the same thing. He agreed, aggressively nodding his head.

"Let's start with your girlfriend," she remarked as she assisted me in selecting a ring.

"Wife," he corrected her.

"Oh, you're married? Wow, you're so young! Congratulations!" She was taken aback.

She then assisted Jake in selecting his ring. He couldn't decide between Hello Kitty and Kuromi, so he asked me to make the decision.

After ring shopping, it was time to wrap up the shoot and head home. We said our goodbyes and exchanged phone numbers.

The following day, both of you were scheduled to perform in Inkigayo. Jake's band was introducing a new song. When it was his turn to speak, he took the mic. Dreamday were the next group to introduce their song. You didn't say anything, but you did assist your members to pass the mic.

You went on SNS after the show and discovered that Engenes and Dreams were all tweeting about how you and Jake had similar rings. You wore the ring unaware that he would as well.

"JAKE!!!" While in the dressing room, Niki yelled. "Do you have matching rings with y/n?"

"Uhh, yeah, how'd you know?" Jake was perplexed. Niki hands him his phone, which were flooded with tweets about the couple rings.

You're both excited to see how 'We Got Married' is received by the public.

a/n: couple rings on top <3

#Spotify #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha fluff #jake #jake sim #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #jake fluff #kpop x reader #kpop fluff

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

#debut or die #park moondae #thoughts #book review #reaction

[tsams-and-co-memes]

(Same anon who sent in the au idea of Frank being a normal animatronic.)

Imagine an Au where Ruin Monty ends up, by pure chance, avoiding Bloodmoon by not being in the boiler room at the time they were in canon?

Due to likely getting sick of being in there, being with Frank at the time, or both, they end up avoiding death.

Also, the Frank is Pisces theory is canon to this Au, cause I like to imagine Ruin Monty’s reaction to the reveal.

They just stare in awe at Frank’s true form before suddenly yelling, “I’m dating a f*cking space goddess?!”

I imagine them calling Pisces a goddess due to that time they called Frank their girlfriend.

Jsksks that'd be such a funny, sweet reveal, oh my god

Just. Ruined Monty, taking in the information silently and processing it while Frank is standing there, visibly nervous about potential rejection. The whole thing clicks in Ruined Monty's head, he has his little outburst in disbelief, ends up saying something goofy, and Frank's fear vanishes. Instead of being scared, he starts doing his cute little huff-laughter

#anon #asks #the equivalent of your partner saying something dumb during a serious moment #and suddenly its not serious anymore #all it is; is Silly

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

am I the only one who's scared for the upcoming Aegon the Conqueror adaptation...? The Dance is a lost case. It's destroyed, ruined, made into a minced meat and served as dog's food. It's unsalvaegable atp. But HBO wants to do the same to Aegon and his sisters and it makes me both furious and frightened. Mattson Tomlin will be the screenwriter. Ok, so far so good. He seems like a decent guy. He didn't post anything that'd imply he's going to turn this series into his own fanfic. But what next? I've researched the process of making a tv show, and if I'm not mistaken, Tomlin's sole job is to write the "core" of the story (the sequence of events, how it might begin and on what note should it end, a rough draft of dialoques, things like that) And then that script will be passed forward to five other screenwrites who can do with it whatever they want. What if Condal and Hess - the biggest f**cking hacks in the whole world - will be among those screenwriters chosen by HBO?? It's going be a nightmare. Oh god, the villainization of Rhaenys and Visenya while also making them a total weaklings without ambition or agenda. And yes, it's more likely than not that these asshats will make the Conquest, as well. They're HBO's favorites, since they made the ever successful House of the Alicent.

Oh, and I'm sure they gonna fuck the dragons just as much as their riders. Do you want to see Aegon riding a saggy, rotting Balerion with a dropping neck? Well that's exactly what you gonna get.

They hate Targaryens and everything that's associated with them.

Oh no, I'm right there with you anon. I honestly hope this show somehow dies like the Snow show. His perception of Daenerys is extremely telling of his inability to understand the bigger picture of the story.

Him accusing Dany of being "genocidal" in season 3 is fucking ridiculous. He's somehow construing her actions to overthrow a monstrous and oppressive system as genocide. Like, media literacy is just not present apparently. Since Dany shares parallels with the Conquerors, this perception is very... concerning. So, from my perspective, this is already doomed to be another shit show.

Considering how often people in the fandom like to interpret the relationship of the Conquerors as strained at best, I have very little confidence anyone HBO hires will be much different. HBO definitely hates the idea of any healthy relationships, romantic or otherwise, as we've seen in GOT and HOTD. I definitely think Visenya will end up hating Aegon and/or Rhaenys, and Aegon will probably resent Visenya and abuse Rhaenys.

I've always thought the GOT dragons were extremely uninspired. They dulled their colors and made them all look the same. I liked the HOTD dragons a lot more; but I agree that Vhagar looks kinda bad (she looks like a turtle 😭). Since Balerion is supposed to be older than Vhagar is in HOTD, they might go with the same idea for him, which is sad. Especially since they did a good job with Caraxes and Syrax (aside from keeping her the same size the whole show).

It's so sad and frustrating how determined HBO are to just destroy everything connected to ASOIAF. Time and again, they've proven that they just don't understand what GRRM wrote at all.

#anti hbo #anti hotd #anti got #aegon the conqueror #visenya targaryen #rhaenys the conqueror #asoiaf

[katiekatdragon27]

To my other followers: I am so sorry.

To my two new followers: *comes out with silver platter* Here! Eat uuuuupppp~~~~

This! *slams fists on table then slams face on table* This GODFORSAKEN MOVIE HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY I'M NOT JOKING.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF "RECLAIMING MY CHILDHOOD TRAUMA" MINDEST MY BRAIN WAS ON BUT THE OBSESSION WITH THIS PIECE IF MEDIA IS ACTUALLY SCARING ME-

Most stuff below. Lots of rambling.

So. Flatland. It's a good book, and an amazing f*cking movie. I love this goddamned movie so much bro. It's not even like a "good" good movie I just really like it for no reason.

Some lore I have with this book, since I want to talk about it.

I watched this movie the first time when I was in 6th grade. It scared me so bad that I had nightmares about it for a week. I hated the style of the 2D world and was so scared about the amount of murder that I psychologically blocked it all out.

Now in the present (as an adult in college), my friend brought up the movie for us to watch during a movie night. I was way more excited to watch it than I thought I would be (cuz of my previous encounter with it and wanting to "reclaim" the movie), but we only got 4 minutes in before my other friends got bored and decided to watch something else. I sorta dropped it for a bit after that before @/goosesartblog posted their ONE - Flatland crossover and 10000 emotions flew over me. I then proceeded to watch it with my siblings, who also did not care about the movie.

Now, it has become a lifestyle of watching it every single day. Every. Single. Day. It's bad. I can't stop.

And it's on YouTube for free.

AND the book is on YouTube as an audiobook AND the actual PDF book is just there to read.

PLEASE. I NEED PEOPLE TO NOT BE NORMAL WITH ME.

Anyways, actual relevant doodles. These characters are A. Sphere (the objectively best character idgaf) and Carlton Cube(?). I saw something about them being John-locked and thought it was really funny. Also, I saw a meme about the two getting Starbucks or smth during the week I lingered, so here lol.

Some more doodles of concept stuff. Actual A. Square art and some style testing, Hex doodle, and more A. Sphere bc I love him so much. His ass is gay idk if you think I'm wrong just look at him.

Silly little idea I had about if Spherious *(the sphere from the other Flatland movie) and A. Sphere were in the same universe. It's unlikely, but I think Spherious would be the Messiah of 2000 and A. Sphere is the Messiah of 3000. They met at some point where their lives overlapped, and Spherious tried to give A. Sphere advice, to which he was completely ignored. A. Sphere's a bratty teen here and Spherious is a grandpa. They treat their apostles very differently.

Another silly idea I had was that when A. Sphere "died", he was actually picked up by a 4D being named A. Tesseract. He stays with her until the war is over in his dimension, and he is able to see A. Square one last time during his hallucination (that's why A. Sphere's innards are seen). Also also, A. Sphere learns how to treat people better b/c of A. Tesseract and the 4th dimensions' more liberal views on expression and gender. Development for the stupid shiny solid.

Thank you for looking at this mindless rambling. If anyone knows of more Flatland media, please send it to me I'm starving. Expect more, and have a great day :)

#flatland #flatland 2007 #flatland the movie #a sphere #a square #spherios #flatland oc??? kinda??? #a. tesseract is mine ig #idk anymore lol #flatland spherious #carlton #hexagon #a sphere my beloved #he's so me #sorry for the shitty pictures my camera is being ass rn #i sincerely apologize for this cringe guys it will happen again #doodles #katiekatdragon27

[iamamikcals]

🎀INTRODUCTION🎀

Hey babes ! I am iamamikcals, 🔄51 years old, she/her, french 🥖🇨🇵.

My hobbies are listening to music, watching kdramas, watching my fav YouTubers, counting calories, restricting and working out 'till I pass out (kidding...or am I 🤨).

My "weightloss journey" story :

I remember that the first time I ever got into weight loss was back in middle school. I wanted to be skinny and sh!t and it worked pretty well because I reached 49kg REALLY quickly. Back then restricting was very easy because 1. I was always keeping myself distracted that sometimes I was forgetting that I had to eat (doing my homework, I was always at school, couldn't go and eat outside, ect...) And 2. I didn't know what those m0therfuck!ng calories were... That's why I wasn't stressing about how much I was eating and I was losing at least 1kg per day (I miss the old days 😩😞🙏🏾). Unfortunately my sister caught my quite unhealthy eating habits and forced me to eat and gain all the weight that I lost. Now I wanna get back on track and lose it 'till I see my f*cking bones, 'till I feel like I'm going to faint every time I stand up, 'till I fit in every clothes, 'till I hear those "you are too skinny", "you should eat more" or "you look sick" every time I step outside of my house. But now that I know what calories are and that I don't have anything to keep me distracted because I don't like anything anymore it is way harder than before...but I'll do it. I lost all my personality now that I'm back on my weight loss. I don't like studying anymore, now I only dance to burn the calories, going out with my friends is scary because I know d@mn well that we are gonna eat and the only thought of going to school is stressing me out like crazy, school is scaring me, it makes me wanna kms just by hearing any words related to it and I don't know why...I only go there because it makes starving easier (even tho I can't do a single week at school without skipping a day or two). I can't even talk to my friends because the only thing that I have in mind are calories, what am I gonna eat and why am I so fat. My personality is all about my weight loss now, I hate and love it at the same time. It makes me feel so sad but I only feel alive when I see the number go down the next morning. So i told myself "If I can't be smart then I will be skinny and pretty" because that's the only thing that I know will make me feel like I'm worth it.

Thanks for reading it 💓. I hope you will like this account I will update on my weight loss every day. If you wanna be friends tell me it will be a honour 🩷🎀

°~`iamamickals.

#i wanna lose weight #⭐️ving #i need to lose so much weight #i need to lose this weight #ed not ed sheeran #ed vent #i just want to be thin

[beeindaclouds]

could i request headcannons for how the dsmp would react to reader who’s afraid of thunderstorms? it’s raining rlly bad here in florida and i absolutely hate thunder. THANK YOU !!

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

I'm not really scared of thunders, personally, but they do suprise me cause sometimes they're so f*cking loud :'D

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP react to Reader scared of thunderstorms

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Dream, Sapnap, Quackity & Karl seem like the type to put music on high volume and have like a sing and dance party with you to keep you distracted from the thunder;

George, Bad, Wilbur, Niki and Eret would probably just comfort you with cuddles and comforting words;

Punz and Sam just put headphones on you and stay with you until the thunderstorm calms down;

Skeppy, Foolish, C!Charlie, Aimsey would distract you with games. Any kind. Videogames, board games, some random game that C!Charlie learned from the others;

C!Phil & C!Techno would both hang out with you at the same time. Maybe you three pass the time by the fire, with a cup of tea. You all just enjoy soending time, relaxing and not talking, while Techno hugs you into your chest and covers your ears whenever the thunder get too loud;

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza #technoblade x reader #nihachu x reader #eret x reader #punz x reader #awesamdude x reader #charlie slimecicle #aimsey x reader #beescenarios

[emyluwinter]

Some ideas about Vargas' camp.

Yuu is a girl here. It's more convenient for me to write this way. Sorry my English is not strong

Yuu when she and Grimm were called to a meeting with Vargas, Crewel and Director Crowley.

-Soooo you want to say that you will hold a camp where you will scare students to gray hairs by kidnapping them?

Crewel - Not so cruel, puppy.

Director Crowley - This will help them start working as a team!

Yuu - they would rather burn the whole forest to smoke out the enemy from hiding than agree to cooperate…And what do I need to do in this whole performance?

Vargas - you only need to take photos with your camera and check how this or that group is doing. And let me know if necessary.

Yuu is looking at Crewel with a pleading look not to leave her alone.

-With all due respect, I agree to go scare these smug ass……….But I categorically refuse to go only with Teacher Vargas. At least let Grim keep his magic stone.

Crewel realizing that it will be completely unprotected. - Because he is not a participant, he will not need magic for anything. But you need to make sure that no one uses Grimm's magic.

Yuu - A couple of cans of tuna and he will be the most harmful guy for negotiations~

***

If Yuu had predicted some situations in advance… The events after the discovery of Deuce in an abandoned mine and a collision with one of the phantoms.

Ruggie - And how are we supposed to fight against this thing without magic stones?!

Yuu curses softly and pulling the collar of his T-shirt pulls something out of his bra and throws it into Leone's hands.

-I'm not f@cking going to die here….Leona, catch it!!

Leona deftly grabs the object that Yuu throws very sharply. And the third-year student freezes in shock. She stole their magic pens that were taken from them at the beginning of the camp?!?

-How.. you…

While Leona leaves all questions for later and puts up a defense so that the phantom does not hit the freshmen. Yuu kapashitsya in her bra pulling out a few more magic pens.

-Maybe I don't have magic, but I'm not stupid enough to go to the same place where there was a fight with a monster on the first day of this damn world! Especially since there are at least 5 more of them staggering around somewhere! An abandoned and forgotten mine, what the hell were they even thinking of sending us here?!?

Floyd looked at his pen with interest, then at the Prefect.

-Uh?!Five more of these?

Yuu snorting and giving pens to the extremely confused Ace and Deuce - There were 7 chairs and 7 beds in the house that was not far from here, it is logical to assume that we have already met two. So maybe it's all those former residents from that house.

Ruggie is simultaneously holding her pen in embarrassment and at the same time can't keep her eyes off the phantom.

-The information is definitely not encouraging.

-But now the odds are even thanks to one herbivore.

-Just aim at the head and be careful with the walls of the mine! -Yuu snorts, seeing how the Phantom is even more angry from the students' attacks.

After the fight.

Floyd is looking at the pen and trying to understand something.

-Hey, hey. Shrimpyyy. How did you get our magic pens? They were all taken away before the camp.

Yuu collecting pens back so that the boys would not be punished for cheating and they did not get from the teachers and the director.

-I borrowed some from Vargas for a while, it's just crazy to leave you without magic pens. And I don't want to deal with another overblott…..Floyd, give me the pen back, please, I'll hide it. Otherwise Vargas will scold you for a long time.

-Okaaaaaay. It turns out the Shrimpy is a little thief ~ so funny.

-Please don't tell me I'm stealing stuff…

Leona interrupts their conversation -You just have more brains for safety than Vargas.

After all the pens have been returned to Yuu, she turns away and shoves it back into her "hiding place" in her bra. And then she carefully adjusts her T-shirt so that nothing is visible.

Ace and Deuce keep a deathly silence because they are too tired and exhausted to even think about this awkward situation for them.

Sebek just doesn't know how to even think about this whole absurd situation that he got into. Lilia and Malleus definitely cannot be heard about where his magic pen has been. But at least he was unharmed…

Jack awkwardly clears his throat, scratching the back of his head and clearly wanting to subtly hint something. -Yuu before returning them back to Vargas….how to say it….

Ruggie immediately interrupts Jack, looking very nervous

-Yuu, please wipe the handles with some means to erase the smell.

Leona snorts and presses her ears to her head -Because they were so close to you, they smelled right through your scent. Using magic and smelling the herbivore is distracting..

Ruggie is embarrassed, though he doesn't want to show it.

-Frankly speaking, it completely knocks off your concentration.

Yuu looks at them confusedly and at first does not understand why these three behave like on pins and needles….

-Mine….the smell?…. - it suddenly dawns on her what they mean.Her scent. Handles has her smell and guys with their sharp smell and it's embarrassing.

-Oh…um..sorry…Yes, I will..

Floyd laughs contentedly

-But this idea was funny, shrimp! Azul will surely be interested to hear this~

-Please no.

Leona - if at least one living soul finds out where our pens have been, I will personally drop you here and will, you understand everything?

Jack and Ruggie tacitly agree to keep this secret.

#twisted wonderland divus #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twsited wonderland #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst vargas #I'm trying to slowly get back to the letter.. #due to the fact that I'm on the verge of losing my job #it's hard for me to return to the usual format

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~Gov headcanons cuz I just realized that I don’t think I’ve done anything for him~

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-he is trans (ftm).

-he is a "straight" up coffee addict and it’s f*cking concerning

-attachment + abandonment issues. Don’t try and prove me wrong. Just don’t. You’ll fail miserably/silly

-gay gay homosexual gay-

-he practically raised himself with a bit of help from a few other states (MA, CT, DE, ect…) cuz Pennsylvania paid a lot more attention to his sister when they were growing up.

-he’s incredibly easy to scare and the other states have tried to not scare the living crap out of him when they walk into a room, but they fail miserably.

-he is autistic, but nobody knows cuz he never told them cuz he got belittled for it in the past.

-he’s actually really f*ckin good at singing but he doesn’t. Hell will freeze over before he tells someone that he can sing (although, depending on how long you’ve been around my blog, you’ll know that somebody does in fact know that he can sing and they also know that he speaks French 👀)

-I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to sit down with this poor boy and ask him any questions about his mental health and well-being….

-this man is NOT, I repeat, NOT allowed in the kitchen unsupervised.

-if you hug him, he will either: 1, break down, or 2, fall asleep instantly

-he dreads going back to the White House, cuz he isn’t treated well there.

-he has one red eye and one blue eye, and they used to be a lot brighter, but now they’ve dulled to an almost grey and brown color. You can, however, still see the lively colors in his eyes if the light hits em’ right.

-this man is the equivalent of a wet, terrified, and sad kitten.

-he doesn’t get too angry too often, but when he does…. Hehe RUN-

-the only time he gets really angry is if somebody hurts any of the states.

-he may be scrawny as sh*t (cuz he obviously has no idea as to what an eating and sleep schedule is-), but he will f*ck. You. Up. If needed. And he’ll do it with a sadistic smile in his face too.

-the closest thing to a father he ever had was Pennsylvania. The closest thing he had to somebody that treated him like a father should would probably be Georgia.

-I’m not gonna say that he’s a cryptid, but I’m not gonna say that he’s a human either (same goes with every single state-)

-if somebody is yelling at him, he’s learned to just zone out completely (unless it’s the president or another important government figure-).

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt gov #✨mmm trauma✨ #he’s not traumatized enough. #we must traumatize him more #but also like- let’s protect him at all times #like tie him up and drag his ass to therapy cuz he needs it #that therapist would unlock a new level of speedwriting that is unbeknownst to mankind- #Therapist whilst writing: ⚡️SPEED I AM SPEED-⚡️

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

This blog has been dead lately 👁👄👁

Are you looking for questions?? If so here you go! 10 questions👍

How much do you love your brother?

2. Are any of the bad sans clingy sometimes?

3. I remember you telling me that dust is at the same ticklish level as you soo if both of you went into a tickle fight who would lose ?

4. Has anyone ever jump scared you before?

5. If you were to tickle one of the murder time trio in front of everyone who would it be?

6. Why is Dust Killer's main target whenever it come tickling?

7. If you kiss error on the cheek how would he react?

8. Give everybody you love a hug

9. Ask your loved one if he want a hug then if he says yes trick him and start tickling him!

10. What do you prefer to be called?

Im done writing questions😭 okay have nice a day byee!!

( oh wow that's a lot-

And yes my ask box is always empty 🥲 )

1.

NM: I don't really know, we're on better terms since the truce but we still need to work on a few things, so I guess maybe 6 out of ten ? I don't hate him but it's not love either, it's more like... I appreciate him

2.

NM: yes, especially Killer, since he gets bored easly when he's alone he often chose someone to stay with for the day and doesn't let them go

3.

NM: Dust would definitely lose and the simple reason to that is because I have tentacles and he wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to use his blue magic on me

4.

NM: Every. F#cking. Day. With these idiots living in my castle. I litterally can't catch a break.

5.

NM: I guess Killer because he seems to be very immune to embarrassment so he probably wouldn't even mind

6.

NM: because Dust has the funniest reaction, he's the most ticklish out of the three and since they're mostly always together he's the most accessible

7.

NM: blush a little and smile I guess, we worked a lot on his aphephobia, he doesn't have any problem touching me anymore, it's still complicated with the others tho

8.

NM: okay here's how it went:

- Error hugged me back

- Hate was very confused

- Killer slapped my ass so I slapped his

- Dust didn't do anything at first but ended up hugging me back

- Horror hugged me back and didn't let go for an entire hour because he thought I was sad

9.

NM: oh God okay here's how it went:

I hugged Error and when he hugged me back I tickled his ribs, of course he yelled because he wasn't expecting that, and that's when I regretted it: he pushed me and tied me in his strings before tickling me in return

10.

NM: Nightmare ? I mean- just call me by my name ?? You can also call me your majesty tho

#don't want to see my post ? block me ! #ask #danineedshelp #tickles #undertale au tickle #ticklish nightmare sans #nightmare sans #dreamtale tickle #dreamtale #undertale tickle #killer sans #horror sans #error sans #dust sans #ticklish dust sans #ticklish killer sans

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hello!! I am the one who requested the SIX te Musical scenario, mind if I request a HCs with the SIX the Musicals with their child/ren with reader, thanks!

Yes I remember you and I thank you for that Let's begin

(Caswin of Aragon) you and your husband have 5 children. 4 boys one girl. The boys are as stren and focused like their father the mostly took your appearance. You also had a cute little girl who is the squittiest thing anybody's ever met that looked like him. Your children are Serious and Disciplined but pretty shy when they receive affection for you. Your Daughter are carefree and loving to your family. Your all very happy together.

(Anthony Boleyn) You have 3 children. Two Girls and a boy. Their a rambunctious bunch but sweet hearts all the same. Your Daughters love going on adventures with him while the boy would stay home with you. Your Daughters are very protective of their brother and love to spend time with him. You think your son loves his sisters too He takes care of them just as much as they take care of him. Always putting bandages On their scratching bumps and has no problem Going shopping with them. You're gonna have a young gentleman who respects women Very much.

(James Seymour) You have one daughter. She is a smart cookie who loves to tell jokes but having her was super Risky because you face pregnancy complications. James was so scared but in the end you both turned out to be OK in the end. But you both decide on one child so neither of you experience that again. Your Daughter's very happy go luck and I'd know for telling knock knock jokes. Between you and me her jokes are a lot better than your husband's

(Alan of Cleves) You two have Super size twin sons. Whole a big and loud like their father but can get shy and sweet like you. They look up to their father like a God. They want to be just like him when the grow up. It were oversized puppies to you And they love and respect their mama like Never before. And they seek your approval just as much as they seek his. The king and the queen have two princes Of their castle now

(Kevin Howard) You both have twin children a son and a daughter and He is very overprotective of you and any children you guys have. He is not f*cking around when it comes to his family. He would have them go to self Defense classes and carry pepper spray and pocket knives with them. He would never let anyone take advantage of them. And would never let the same thing that happened to him happened to them as well.

(Carlos Parr) You had a small sunshine child a cute, selfless, Angel boy. You guys were tying for a long time and soon was blessed with a son. You all run your bakery together as a family and your son is a helpful little gentleman. Your both love you son so much and shower him with affection and praise. Your child has Carlos's appearance and skin and your eyes and hair color.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😇👍

#six the musical #x wife reader #husband material #House Husband

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 16: Gun Play

Threats, gun f*cking, name calling, unprotected sex, Rafe calling Barry baby for once. Consensual. Proofread 1 time

Barry hated horror movies, that was an indisputable fact. No matter how corny or camp or cinematographic, Barry hated horror movies. Intentionally scaring himself, subjecting himself to brains splattering and innocent victims screaming in petrified glamour was not for him. But it was for Rafe. Rafe was a glutton for all things scary; movies and attractions alike. Usually, the boy would settle down and watch whatever new, disgusting flick had come out while Barry was at work. On rare occasions, when a film required—according to the kook—to be watched at night, Barry would retire to bed early to read, much to Rafe's displeasure.

Then came October and Rafe's eagerness won the older man over, and suddenly Barry had unintentionally entered into a month-long movie marathon. Each night was a new film, Barry's choice and then Rafe's. Barry wasn't much into movies, never was. He didn't have a TV growing up and he didn't like theatres, but there were some classics like The Godfather and some old westerns he used to watch at his grandparents house, which he was admittedly quite excited to share with his boy. And Rafe—Rafe watched the hell out of those movies. He sat quietly, ate his snacks and was fully engaged, fully prepared to share his thoughts afterwards. So Barry grit his teeth during the gore and limb-cutting, suppressing the urge to gag as organs spilled out. Most of the movies were franchises, and they seemed to get more violent as the numbers rose and it became more difficult every other day to control his rolling stomach. But it was just gross. Barry could deal with gross, after all, once it was over it was over. No big deal. Until the night before last when Rafe told his man in a light tone, I chose something a little different this time, not really gory or anything so I thought you might like it and then put on the most twisted, fucked-up film Barry's ever had the displeasure of watching. True to word, it wasn't overly gory but boy did it leave a lasting impression, the dealer glancing over at his boyfriend in horror to see a sweet looking smile pointed back. Only twenty or so minutes in and Barry was squeezing his eyes shut and saying, Rafe, no, while making a grab for the remote. Poor baby, cooed Rafe, wrapping the older man up in his embrace, blocking Barry from turning the movie off. You scared? No, bitch, I don't wanna watch some kid the same age as my sister die, Barry snapped. It took a second for the words to sink in and Rafe to realise the sister in reference was Wheezie, a genuine smile gracing his face then as he cuddled in closer, reassuring Barry it wasn't that bad. Only Rafe had lied, and while Barry sat and took it, he held a grudge for the last 48 hours. It was the boys turn once more and he returned to his roots, putting on the third Texas Chainsaw Massacre. "Come sit on my lap," demands Barry, nodding down at his clothed crotch. "But—" starts Rafe, pointing limply at the screen. Barry warns, "Not askin', sweetheart."

The same old song and dance played on screen, unsuspecting people rolling in from out of town and discovering the oddities within the backwards Texas countryside. Barry could barely focus on that, though, too busy guiding the kooks ass back and forth over his prominent erection.

Rafe is genuinely trying to enjoy the movie, though he's seen it a dozen times before but it grows more difficult the harder his dick gets, straining against the confines of his pajama pants.

The sound of a chainsaw startles Rafe's gaze back to the screen, attention slipping again and again. They're supposed to watch the movie, that's what tonight is about. All the kook yearns for is traditions, something the Cameron family never upheld around holidays.

Ward's idea of tradition was his son following in his footsteps; joining the family business, finding a nice partner to settle down with and providing grandchildren.

Rafe has fulfilled one of three on that list but it didn't matter, that wasn't what he wanted. No, the kook has dreamt of carving pumpkins and decorating the whole house for the season and taking corny couples photos for years. For the most part Barry was completely onboard, willing to be dragged around from apple orchards to corn mazes—but had ultimately drawn the line on anything with haunted in the name.

Movies were a compromise and Rafe wanted this to be a thing too, cuddling up on the couch with snacks to share their favourite films like a date every night of the month.

And it wasn't a one-way deal, either because not only did Barry seem to like spending the extra, intentional and uninterrupted time together but Rafe already booked a December getaway for them up north after the older man let it slip that Christmas was his favourite.

I've always wanted to see snow, y'know? Barry had said. See like, one of them parades, it's stupid or whatever I just never did that shit as a kid.

Rafe was determined to have set in stone traditions for every damn holiday no matter what.

"Get undressed," orders Barry.

Gesturing to the TV, Rafe says, "But—"

"I'm not asking." Each word is enunciated and firm, leaving no room for argument.

Rafe plants his socked feet on the cold floor to stand, hauling his shirt off and then makes quick work of removing his pajama pants, both articles making a small pile on the arm of the couch.

A shiver ran down the boy's spine despite the quaint room being warm and inviting, the feeling of being completely exposed for Barry's pleasure always sending a thrill through Rafe.

Rough hands covered in callouses and healing cuts drag down Rafe's outer thighs, the older man letting out an appreciative noise as he trailed hungry eyes over the curve of the kooks ass.

"Can I sit?" asks Rafe quietly, belly swooping when Barry leans forward to press a chaste kiss between the dimples at the base of his back.

Barry answers easily, "If you turn around."

Those hands never leave his body as Rafe obeys, turning and sinking his knees into the couch cushions on either side of his man's hips. Rafe is vaguely aware the movie is still playing but it doesn't matter. Nothing does. Not when Barry looks at him like that.

The older man's attention never strays, both palms slipping around to grab a handful of Rafe's ass, dragging him forward until there's no space between them, Barry's sizeable cock wedged up against where the boy wants him most.

Rafe loops his arms around Barry's neck and leans in for a kiss which is eagerly accepted and he's so focused on the traces of beer lingering on the tongue fucking into his mouth to notice anything else, like Barry reaching beneath a throw blanket.

That's until cold metal is pressed into the small of Rafe's back and he's jumping from the contact, gasping quietly.

Rafe's face scrunches up in confusion and he makes a move to look over his shoulder, stopped only by Barry tutting in disapproval.

"Eyes on me, country club," Barry drawls, head cocked to the side.

Not one to disobey, blue eyes cut to the handsome man in front of him and Rafe tries to pinpoint what he's gotten himself into. "Barry?" the kook cautiously asks.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

Rafe says, "The movie—"

"This is for the movie," assures the older man, blunt piece trailing up Rafe's spine. "Wanna enhance your experience."

"You gonna put on a gross mask?" Rafe jokes, but there's a nervous tremor running through him, practically vibrating in his man's lap.

Barry offers a sweet smile, dripping with insincerity. "Something like that," he says.

When Barry's fingers graze against the kooks shoulder he makes the mistake of looking, breath catching at the sight of the black barrel that digs into his jaw until he's forced to meet dark brown eyes again.

Barry watches—watches how Rafe's chest expands with a deep breath, how he gives a harsh swallow and how his attention is shifty.

"You wouldn't hurt me," states Rafe, voice wobbly.

"I'm trying to scare you. What, this ain't scary enough for ya'?" The tiny metallic click of the safety being flicked off is unbelievably loud. Barry leans in close to whisper, "And I think we both know I would hurt you."

Rafe's reaction is immediate, tears springing into his blue eyes and mouth slack in shock. The end of the gun is gently caressing his blushing cheekbone and it feels heavy. It feels loaded.

"I've never seen you this scared before," mumbles Barry in awe, landing a sharp, swift slap to Rafe's ass that has the boy whimpering. "You feel how hard you're making me, baby boy?"

The boy looks like he has something to say but it's cut short when a scream from the TV tears through their moment, making Rafe bounce in Barry's lap with a panicky shout.

Barry let's his head loll back for a moment, eyes fluttering shut and then his attention is back on his baby. "That felt good," he comments. "Would make you ride me dry if I didn't have other plans, but fuck I'd kill to hear you scream like that again."

Fingers curl at the base of Barry's skull, Rafe knocking their foreheads together and whispering, "Stop." And gets the barrel nudged against his temple hard. "Please. Please, baby, stop."

It isn't often the kook refers to Barry by anything other than his name and when it does happen, substances or lack of sleep are usually to blame. And while it doesn't bother the dealer that Rafe has no pet names for him, it certainly makes him fucking melt when they slip out on these rare occasions.

"Say it again," prompts Barry, tapping the gun to the boy's plump bottom lip.

The word please is carried on a shaky exhale, watery eyes pleading.

"Say it and maybe I'll make this fast," Barry says with another, more intentional shove of the gun. "Then again, you know how much I love hearing you beg."

Rafe is looking at the older man with an innocent sort of curiosity, wet lashes clumped and lips slick where they're touching the end of the barrel, panting heavily. It's uncanny how familiar this all feels to the first time the kook tasted his cock—on his knees in this very room, a little nervous and a whole lot turned on—and that memory has Barry suggestively pushing forward, knocking metal against teeth.

And then the boy does something unexpected; Rafe tilts his chin up and lets his mouth fall open wider, tongue pressed flat to the underside of the barrel as he drags it up teasingly, watching Barry's reaction through hooded eyes.

Barry pushes forward without permission, sliding the gun further into the boys mouth until pink lips are stretched, spit collected at the edges and dripping.

"You know how many people I've gone after with this thing?" asks Barry, shoving the barrel deeper until Rafe gags. "All the pain this gun has caused and here you are, deepthroating it like a fucking slut." The degrading word has the kook moaning sinfully around metal, like he's tasting the dealer's come instead of gunpowder. Reaching down to fist Rafe's steely cock with the hand previously resting on the boy's ass, swollen tip soaked where Barry rolls the pad of his thumb lazily, he says offhandedly, "Could empty the clip in you right now, you know that?"

The threat has Rafe yanking his mouth off the gun, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the end of the barrel. "No, you wouldn't, I know you wouldn't," he rushes out, wide eyes searching his man's face.

The TV flashes with a bright burst of white light that reflects off the gold piece in Barry's mouth when he grins. "Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't," the older man drawls with a tilt of his head. "I love ya'—"

"I love you," Rafe interrupts, pointedly avoiding looking at the gun aimed at his head.

Barry hums lowly at that. "Know that, pretty baby, wouldn't doubt that shit," he says sincerely. "But we both know I also love hurting you...and making you cry, making you bleed. Fuck, you know that shit gets me goin'."

And now Rafe is scared.

Sure, Barry has never threatened to kill the kook before and while their relationship is built off trust, it's obvious some of the terror in those blue eyes is real, which is thrilling to the drug dealer.

"Please," Rafe whimpers.

"Please what? Please keep going?" Barry asks but doesn't care for an answer, promptly ignoring the kooks head shake. "Sure, country club, we can keep goin'. Lay down."

Rafe shifts nervously, knees squeezing his man's hips. "Will you put the gun down?" he mumbles.

"Lay—" starts Barry, tone stern as he presses the gun to the boys jaw. "Down. Now, Rafe."

Letting out a stuttered alright, okay, Rafe carefully falls off the older man's lap onto a neighboring cushion and lays back, legs instinctively falling open when Barry fully turns to kneel.

Barry wastes no time taking advantage of their new positions, both hands—one rough but warm and the other wielding a cold, hard weapon—exploring Rafe's exposed body. The Kook jumps when his nipple is tweaked, back arching just a little off the springy futon as the edge of the barrel trails achingly slow towards his hard cock.

Rafe's chest rises with each ragged breath, chin tucked down and eyes laser-focused on the gun getting closer and closer to his most sensitive area. "Barry?" the boy questions with an air of uncertainty.

"Yes?" the drug dealer replies easily, rubbing over Rafe's perineum.

Rafe stutters out, "What are you doing?"

Without a glance towards the boys frightened face, Barry lifts the gun and spits directly on it, smoothing saliva over the shiny piece before placing the blunt end against Rafe's entrance. "Just opening you up, stay still, country club," explains the older man.

All the air rushes from Rafe at once and he's shaking his head vigorously, babbling, "No, no, no. Barry, no, please—" only to be cut off by pressure against his rim and then the barrel is sinking into his very unprepared hole.

Rafe's whole body is trembling as the gun slowly slides almost all the way out before being roughly crammed back in, barely slick metal cold and dragging along his inner walls in a way that borders pleasant—but not quite.

The shape is odd and uncomfortable, something the boy can't help but focus on given his prostate is being neglected as the makeshift sex toy is stretching him open.

On the staticky TV the final scenes begin playing out, the sound of weapons clashing and terrified screaming ensue, loud even over the kooks panicked whimpers and Barry's responding groans. Dark, hungry eyes watch as the barrel disappears again and again, finger carefully placed off the trigger.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Barry mutters.

Rafe begs brokenly, "Please—" and before the other man can make some smartass quip, he confesses with a wavering voice, "I want your cock. I wanna be fucked by you, please, baby? Please fuck me. Please!"

Whether it's the desperation dripping from the kook or the use of baby or a combination, Barry is quick to remove the gun and wipe it off on the couch—something that will surely get him scolded when Rafe has the mind to care—and shoves his shorts down until they bunch around his knees.

Barry at least has the decency to wet his dick before unceremoniously pushing inside in one long, fluid motion that has both of them crying out.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" the older man asks, hips rocking as he finds his pace.

Both of Rafe's hands come up to tangle in Barry's hair and he's nodding. "Yes," the kook whines.

Coming to hover over the boys lean body, Barry knocks the gun against Rafe's temple and says, "You come before I give you permission I'll blow your brains out, yeah?" and then leans in to swallow a gasp, lips pressed together gently as Rafe's hole clenches down violently at the threat.

The hand not holding a presumably loaded weapon is caressing the boys cheek, loving touch and passionate kissing a harsh contrast to the slap of Barry's balls against Rafe's ass and steady jabs to his sensitive prostate. No amount of squirming or soft begging against grinning lips slows the brutal fucking or releases the hold the dealer has on the gun, held firm and sure to his sweaty skin.

"Always look so pretty taking my cock," praises Barry through grunts, heat pooling in his belly. A single tear slips out of wide, watery blue eyes and the gun catches it just as Rafe tenses around his thick length. "You ain't even embarrassed you're getting off with a gun to your head. I could kill you, Rafe."

Barry doesn't know why he says it or why it undeniably turns the both of them on so much; Rafe's life being in his hands.

Maybe it's because of the thrill and the comfort. Barry would never hurt his baby and Rafe knows that, even if his heart is pounding and his brain feels foggy, relying solely on trust and fate.

And the fact that Rafe is letting this happen is fucking intoxicating, the way Barry feels like he could do anything to the kook makes his head reel.

Rafe's brows are pinched together and he's panting harshly, cock pulsating between their grinding bodies. "Oh, fuck, don't stop. Please don't stop," the boy begs, wrapping his long legs tight around Barry's rocking hips.

Barry's movements grow erratic, chasing his high with little regard for Rafe's, just the way the kook likes it.

Slender fingers are yanking ruthlessly on dark curly hair as Rafe pleads for permission to finish, whimpering please let me come. Please, baby, let me come for you on a babbled loop, fresh tears dripping down his temples.

Barry sets the gun down on the cushion and cradles Rafe's face in both big, overworked hands to bring their lips together as his fat cock drives the kook right to the edge. "Come, go ahead," he rushes out before licking his way inside the boys mouth.

Rafe spasms around his man's dick, muscles tightening as his back arches and he shoots between them, pearly white ropes coating his torso. The cry that rips from his throat is coarse and piercing, louder than the end credits of the forgotten film still playing.

The boy whimpering in sensitivity is what has Barry spilling inside the fucked-out hole without warning, choked off groan coming from somewhere deep in his throat.

When they've come down enough to move, Barry's cock slips out with a rush of come, soaking a patch on the futon.

Barry takes a second to wipe Rafe off with a shirt before standing up and nodding towards the corner seat of the couch. "Sit back," he orders gently.

"Why?"

"To watch the movie?" Barry replies confusedly, one brow cocked.

Rafe suggests, "We can turn it off, we've already missed half."

Snatching the remote from the stained coffee table, Barry presses down on the rewind button and looks back at his boy expectedly. "We're watching it 'cause it's your night."

"Okay," Rafe says, barely containing the happiness radiating off of him. "But why do you want me in your spot?" "I love you, baby, and I'd protect you from anythin', you know that?" asks Barry, eyes sincere. At Rafe's responding nod he continues with, "Exactly. If we were in some real shit like this backwards movie I'd give myself up immediately if I thought you could get away but like hell am I holding you through another one of these damn things."

Five minutes later the two are cuddled up on the couch, Barry's cheek resting over Rafe's heart, one arm wrapped around his tan shoulders and fingers playing with his hair.

The movie is still disgusting but it's easier to swallow when Barry's wrapped up in his favourite persons embrace.

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