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blkkizzat · 4 months

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please write nerd geto ! i’m sure you’ll write something amazinggg

Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 ♡

Lessons in Anatomy

“Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.

cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k

“I can’t believe I’m here and missing the biggest party of the year!”

You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your school’s football league championship win.

Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!

You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.

100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.

Well not forced exactly.

You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.

“Well I for one can’t believe you’re dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.”

Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.

Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldn’t be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.

However, as a pre-med student he’d much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.

“Hey! I didn’t cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!”

You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.

“Urgh, it’s not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didn’t even know there was a second section!”

Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had ‘ECON 230B’ printed in big bold letters at the top.

You all were idiots.

Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.

The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the ‘The Boom Bros’, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.

That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.

Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you ‘saved the big game’.

Suguru couldn’t care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.

Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.

“Y/N, just try to focus on studying, please.”

You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.

How did Suguru’s nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?

Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.

It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojo’s closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.

Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so you’re sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. It’s just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.

Although, even if you did flunk out you weren’t that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldn’t find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojo’s three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his family’s company.

He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your group’s graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.

But that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.

Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.

It’s not like you didn’t get along with Suguru, he’d been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.

You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.

You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.

And this was definitely not fun.

Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about ‘demand curve fluctuations’, you were ready to climb up the walls.

You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.

Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.

Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.

He curses your university’s school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they don’t fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.

You’ve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But it’s no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.

“Seeing something you like, Sugu baby?”

Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.

Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but can’t resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.

“Y/N, can’t you just focus? You’ve barely made any progress… Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toru’s mistress or something?”

Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).

Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.

“Okay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?”

Annoyance flashes in Suguru’s eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.

“Your pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesn’t count by the way!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didn’t want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.

You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time he’d ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).

Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?

“Yeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldn’t know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.”

Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.

Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.

“Oh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?”

Suguru knows he probably shouldn’t push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru can’t help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.

“Well I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?”

You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.

“—and I mean one that didn’t come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet you’ve never even squirted before.”

Damn.

You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.

It was mostly true to be honest.

A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo… or both.

Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but… fuck –Wait…squirting?! Wasn’t that just pee? Gross!

Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.

“Alright, so frat boys aren’t sex gods, tell me something I don’t know. It’s still sex Suguru—”

You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.

“— sex that you aren’t having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, I’m so not into piss-play, Sugu!”

You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.

The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.

Suguru couldn’t actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!

On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked out…

Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.

To be honest, you weren’t even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!

Just what made this so funny!? Because you didn’t want to piss yourself during sex?!

“Sugu…”

“Hey, Suguru!!!”

Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.

You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you weren’t too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.

However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.

Suguru’s wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.

So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense — almost.

“Don’t be an asshole Sugu…”

Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.

Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasn’t the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldn’t help but stare at him now.

He had grown much more into his features since high school.

College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didn’t go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didn’t miss going to the gym.

He didn’t look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.

Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didn’t want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.

Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.

Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.

“Hey Bunny, I’m sorry...”

You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldn’t remember the last time he called you that.

Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.

Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguru’s soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.

“It’s just that… I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, it’s definitely not pee.”

You huffed. You still weren’t convinced it wasn’t pee but now you were more curious than anything.

“And how do you know that Suguru? You’ve made a girl squirt before?”

There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.

Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.

If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you weren’t fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.

“Well, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.”

You mouthed an ‘O’— a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didn’t party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.

But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?

Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldn’t stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.

You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?

Maybe the guys you hooked up with weren’t the problem then? Maybe you were.

“What if– w-what if I’m the problem Suguru? What if I just can’t?”

Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguru’s other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.

“It’s not a matter of can or can’t Bunny, you just don’t know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguru’s mouth. You weren’t shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.

Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.

Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There weren’t often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.

You didn’t actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.

“If you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.”

Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.

“I’ll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?”

You try to keep a poker face but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.

“Let’s think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?”

His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.

“Hop on up, Bunny. It’s time for your anatomy lesson.”

You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.

Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldn’t actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguru’s eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.

Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguru’s study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.

He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.

You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.

“Sugu, you can’t be serious. I feel like you’re about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.”

Suguru’s mouth twitches up into a smirk.

“There’s a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If you’re going to squirt I’m going to need to find that slutty lil’ gland of yours and I don’t mean your clit, Bunny.”

You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.

You couldn’t deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadn’t taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.

Suguru can barely believe he’s really about to do this.

If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.

“I’ll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.”

You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.

Suguru’s fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.

“Well aren’t you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. You’ll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?”

Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. It’s fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguru’s eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.

But not your pussy just yet.

His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.

Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguru’s own.

“Sugu–”

“Patience, Bunny. It’s no wonder you never cum if you’re so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This won’t happen if you aren’t relaxed, can you try to do that for me?”

You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguru’s soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you don’t know how to just take it in the moment.

You had never been touched this delicately before.

Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.

If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.

“You know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?

Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.

“Say it, Y/N.”

Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.

“Er-Ero-gennn-ous.”

Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.

“Good girl. Ya know, you’re quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.”

Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much he’s affecting you.

Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.

“Are you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?”

You whimpered. You aren’t sure how you got here.

How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didn’t know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.

You loved it.

Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. You’re losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.

“Y-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!”

Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.

Returning his attention back to your ear Suguru’s breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.

“AHH!”

The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguru’s quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.

Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.

“Good girl… This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.”

Suguru’s voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.

“It's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, don’t I? You don’t mind Y/N do you?”

You still can’t bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.

“Feeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?”

Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable you’re realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still don’t feel comfortable expressing your needs.

“Hey, Y/N–”

Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.

“–you have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely won’t squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesn’t.”

You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.

“Stop t-teasing S-Sugu… I-I know you can tell it’s good.”

Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.

“Oh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, she’s so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.”

The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.

“If you’re going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat n’pretty cunt of yours deserves it.”

Suguru’s mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as you’re sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.

“Or perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?”

Suguru chuckles but doesn’t make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.

Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.

Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.

“Oh, looks like she’s ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.”

Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.

“So fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lil’ pussy, aren’t you?”

A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.

Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.

You want him.

“Sugu–”

“–Shhh!”

Suguru cuts your pleas short.

“Don’t interrupt Doctor Geto when he’s speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny… Your nasty lil’ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isn’t she?”

You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. It’s only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.

Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.

Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search of–

“Found her.”

Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didn’t even know existed until now.

“FAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKK–”

Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.

Suguru had expected an intense reaction. He’d seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy you’d be while he was doing it.

The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.

Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.

“W-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!”

Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. It’s not very sexy, so you won’t remember it and it’s important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.

You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldn’t take any longer, finding your voice.

“Su-Surugu, N-Need–N-need more. P—please!”

Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.

“Oh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?”

“M-my pussy– fuck– p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. She’ll be so good for you!”

Suguru’s pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.

Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguru’s mouth.

Fuck, you’re greedy as hell.

The kiss makes Suguru’s head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.

Suguru couldn’t lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.

Catching you off guard, he bullies a third finger– his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips.

You aren’t able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.

Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguru’s fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.

You’ve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You want– no need, to feel Suguru’s cock inside you next.

You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguru’s joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.

Suguru notices.

“A-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?”

For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.

“S-Sugu, I-I– I want to but I–”

Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.

It’s coming– you panic— this feeling!

“W-w-ait! Nooo, S–Su–Sugu… I’m g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!

Your hands slip against Suguru’s shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.

Suguru isn’t having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.

The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.

“I told you it’s not pee, Bunny. You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.

“I-I’m s-sowy, Dr. Geto but– I– wanna–.”

You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.

“Shh Bunny, it’s okay– now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.”

At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.

“Doctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!”

“That’s right baby you will… Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.”

Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguru’s fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.

Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you don’t realize you are even screaming until Suguru’s mouth is on top of yours once again.

Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.

Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process what’s happening you’re mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.

Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.

Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.

“Stawwp–”

Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.

“Haven’t got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, can’t you baby? I know she can.”

Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.

The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.

So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.

Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.

Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.

By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.

Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.

You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.

Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.

The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.

“It’s Toru, Y/N. Answer it.”

You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.

Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoru’s voice overflows through the speakerphone.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!”

Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.

“Y/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.”

“–Oh it's you Suguru!”

You end up tuning Satoru out as he’s begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasn’t going to happen even if he didn’t just make you squirt all over him.

Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.

Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.

The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.

You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguru’s cock, it’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement.

You can’t estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.

You need to feel it. Now.

Nevertheless, it isn’t until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.

“Y/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! He’s lame! But you’ll be here soon right???”

A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguru’s cock inside you expeditiously.

“Mhm-nh, Toru sorry, I–I really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Can’t afford to flunk out!”

Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didn’t care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.

You weren’t really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.

Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.

“Mmmm…FUHH-CK-AH!”

You don’t care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.

“Huh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguru’s lessons are the best, aren’t they Y/N?”

You’re openly moaning now. Barely registering Toru’s words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace he’s bullying his cockhead across your clit.

“Y-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!”

Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.

“Hey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join ne–”

Suguru abruptly cuts Satoru’s complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.

He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.

Satoru could fuck off.

“Gawwd Sugu–just fuck m–”

You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties.

Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.

“N-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-t’s okay you came fast but please— fuck me. I’ll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Sugu– need to squirt again all over your cock!”

You don’t know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.

Probably one of the hardest things he’s done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows you’d be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.

BUT– more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.

If you didn’t start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he can’t have that, especially not now after this.

Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.

“Absolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.”

Sticky with Suguru’s cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.

You hoped if you listened to him well enough you’d get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.

Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.

“Only smart sluts get dick, Bunny. You’d better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.”

a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.

Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!

NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: ╰┈➤here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!

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mychapel-004 · 8 months

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i am about to ramble like a crazy person abt the fnaf movie so scroll if u don’t like spoilers

was not expecting all the love on my last post so i will keep posting thoughts abt the movie

another thing that rlly interested me in the movie was the focus on images, how humans process things through what we see rather than context, and how this sets up the fnaf movie trilogy to focus on fnaf 4 in the next movies.

the most obvious example is abby, we’re explicitly told that children communicate and understand things through pictures, which mike sorta shrugs off until he starts seeing the bigger picture. this then applies to the animatronics when he learns that they are also children and incredibly influenced by the drawings in their environment. the restaurant in the movie is very much a living thing of its own, the way it thrums to life when abby enters, and the animatronics know the truth of the drawing the second it is pinned up, and the animatronics are an extension of that.

a less obvious example is mike. even though he shrugs off abby’s teacher, and the point she makes about him being at the centre of all her pictures, he is much the same. it isn’t just children who are influenced by images. he has been returning to the same image every night for we don’t even know how long, the same picture of the nebraskan trees, the same perfect family picture he describes to vanessa, the same image of his brother looking at him out of the car window. everything he does is a result of this image. he is wholly consumed by it, believes he can somehow change the picture and see the truth beneath it if he just tries hard enough.

the ghost children, specifically golden freddy, change the image for him in an attempt to placate him into giving them abby, but no matter if he dreams of a happy family, it wont change the truth of what happened. just like how pasting a picture of five children happily holding hands with a golden bunny won’t change the truth underneath. images are fallible, they don’t tell the truth and we cannot trust our brains.

firstly i think this is a really fun direction to take in context to how the movie humanises the animatronics. fnaf 1 is a game made entirely of scary, still images of the animatronics, save for the jumpscares and foxy’s run. the lore is sparse and entirely given through exposition (if i hear one more person complain abt vanny only being there for exposition and not phone guy’s two minute loredump at the start of every night in the game i will lose it), and we know nothing other than that our death is imminent.

but the truth is that these animatronics are kids. they’re scared and lost and confused and cannot understand what has happened. underneath bonnie in the west hallway camera and freddy staring at you from the showtime room are terrified kids doing what they feel they have to. the movie was incredibly dedicated to showing that these kids still want to build pillow forts and sing to music and tickle their friends and be a family and i think it was a great choice.

i think all this focus on images is definitely a perfect lead into fnaf 4 (im not 100% on my book lore but i believe there are three books that cover fnaf 1, fnaf 4 and then sister location??) especially with the recent lore update that all of fnaf 4 is hallucinations. we don’t need a lore explanation of how the nightmares could be real because… they aren’t. following the game timeline, fnaf 4 would have already happened by now but we could easily see a return to it through mike, especially if the schmidt-emily or schmidt-afton theories are true and mike could have been the child in fnaf 4 but surpressed his memories. firstly we have a protagonist who is already on sleeping medication and has dreams that can be easily manipulated. this is a perfect setup for the nightmare animatronics to start making themselves known.

i also think that fnaf 1 was intentionally visually tame. the themes of the movie are actually very dark, they don’t shy away from the truth of the bodies being hidden in the suits, the animatronics Very Brutally kill the burglars, max is literally bitten in half and her body is hidden away, but the on-screen gore keeps it pg. this 100% allows them to experiment further with the levels of gore, tension and violence if they do fnaf 4, because quite frankly some of the nightmares are horrifying.

TLDR this movie sets up a million directions and theories that the next one could go in, and theres nothing the fnaf fandom loves more than vague lore and theory crafting

vanny post next bc i have Thoughts

#eden rambles #fnaf spoilers #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #william afton #five nights at freddy's #vanessa afton #fnaf 4 #fnaf theory

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.•° ✿ °•. WANDANAT’S KIDS °•. ✿ .•°

Parents: Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff

Children: Rose Romanoff, Grace Maximoff & Charlotte Maximoff

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Honestly this is mainly for us, but if anyone would enjoy reading about our family, feel free🤍

ABOUT THE FAMILY

Rose is 4 years older than Grace and Charlotte, and they are twins.

Natasha is mom/momma. Wanda is mama.

Natasha gave birth to Rose, and Wanda to Grace and Charlotte.

Godparents:

Rose: Maria & Clint

Charlotte: Yelena & Thor

Grace: Pietro & Carol

Fighting abilities/powers:

Rose: Copy of Nat, she trained her in hand to hand combat.

Charlotte: No powers straight away but develops mind reading abilities like her mama.

Grace: Copy of Wanda’s wiggly woos, but purple rather than red.

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ONE SHOTS

- Drunk momma

- Visiting grandparents

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Q&A:

Who would be the strictest parent? Realistically Natasha would be strict, and fairly scary when you were in trouble. Wanda would be more calm and level headed.

Do the girls know their mothers’ families? Yes. Both Natasha and Wanda’s families. Their uncle Pietro of course, his goofy nature reflecting in his youngest niece Grace. They’re close to their aunt Yelena too, who quickly picked a favourite in her cheeky niece Lottie, often stealing her to spent time with her favourite little one. They also see their grandparents: Melina and Alexei. The twins being a little scared of both, while Rose adores her grandma Melina, opting to stay close whenever she gets the chance to.

Do the mothers have favourites? They love their daughters all equally, but they favour the girls for different reasons. Given that Nat managed to have a baby girl despite the sterilisation from the Red Room, she couldn’t help when her eldest stole a certain place in her heart. Wanda adores all of her kids but Grace spends her time following her mama around like a little duckling. Now Lottie is just everyone’s favourite, she’s so sweet and lovable that just everyone adores her, especially her sisters.

Do they have any pets? Yes. Charlotte has a cat, whose name is Smoky, she’s white and grey. Nat and Wanda have strict rules about where Smoky can be because Rose is allergic to cats, so they try keep her to Char’s room mainly. Grace has a white bunny rabbit called Thumper.

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Comforting (from the girls’ pov)

Mom (Natasha) would love to play with your hair, and braid it whenever you would let her.

If you had a nightmare they would both rush into your room and carry you back to theirs, first like washing your face with some cool water and maybe taking you downstairs to have a drink and get some fresh air or offer you some fruit. Then they’ll take you back upstairs where they’ll like keep you cuddled between them; Nat would play with your hair while wanda rubs circles on your back. Wanda would either hum a sokovian lullaby or maybe read you a story if she needed to soothe you. You’d either lay between them or on top of one of them and fall back to sleep quickly and Wanda would use her magic to give you a nice dream and to make sure you don’t have another bad one.

Moms also do a date night twice every month and on those nights the girls have to play a board game or just any game and whoever wins gets to choose who to stay with.

Mama always does the cooking, usually playing her favourite music and singing along as she does.

Natasha loves to train with Rose, it’s one of her favourite things to do.

Everytime Yelena comes to visit the girls, she always runs for Charlotte first, picking her up and swinging her around.

The mothers are fairly protective, particularly Natasha, always wanting to make sure her babies are safe and okay. Rose is also very protective over her little sisters, never wanting them to fight and upset each other, but definitely not letting anyone else upset them.

On the days where you really don’t feel like you can do anything, such as eat, wash, even get up. She’ll always be there to assist you. She’ll bring you food and even feed you herself if it’s that hard. She wouldn’t mind either as if would break her heart but she has always loved being needed, especially by her children. So she would feed you, then help you change if it was necessary. She’d do little things to encourage you to get up, such as say “if you walk with me to the bathroom then I’ll order you something of your Amazon wish list” or something corny like that. She’ll help you wash, say like sit you on the bathroom floor and just clean your face with a flannel. She’ll stay in bed with you and watch some of your favourite movies. She’ll read to you. She will remind you that everything is going to be okay and that you’re loved and safe. She’ll just do everything in her power to cheer you up. Wanda would hold you as you cry, holding you tightly so you can’t move or act impulsively, she would just hold you tight as sometimes being held tightly like that can help calm people down. She wouldn’t let you go and just keep reaffirming the same comforting words over and over again until you where a lot calmer again. Then talking it over with you. She would just be there and she would make sure you know that you are loved more than anything, especially by her.

Nat will spoil us with presents whenever she sees any that reminds her of one of us, she be coming home with at least five gifts and that happens like three times a week, Wanda sometimes tells her off for it, bc the presents sometimes take a big space of the house, like the bouncy house she placed in the living room on a random day, bc it reminded her of us, especially on our birthdays we’ll get lots one time even Disney cruise tickets.

Wanda will always do her best to make sure we are never feeling lonely, she’ll constantly check in on us even if we aren’t in the mood but she will do it anyways. She will always ask if you wanna play a game, cuddle, talk or even just sit in silence. If you’d prefer to be alone she’d make sure you where in the right mindset before letting you do your own thing, still being suspicious and watching over you but giving you your space. She loves 1 on 1 time as well as family time, but sometimes she prefers to just be the 2 of you so she can check in on you more personally. Like ask you how everything’s going without it being so much pressure as it isn’t in front of anyone so you feel as if you can really open up, and she’d always reassure you that it’s okay if you where to do so. She’d keep you close and gives you many kisses.

Momma tickles us whenever she gets the chance too, she’s braiding your hair? Tickle monster is coming, you’re watching a movie? Tickle monster is coming too, you’re reading/ doing homework? Tickle monster is always here bc she just wants to hear our laughs bc they bring so much joy to her, and after all of that tickling torture, she’ll give you a big hug and a peck.

Nat would check on our bedrooms, late at night to make sure everyone is comfy in their bed, and have their blankets covering them to make them feel warm at night, and to make sure everyone is okay and not having any nightmares, she sometimes can’t resist cuddling with us while we’re fast asleep. Once she’s sure that all of us are okay she’d give us some forehead and cheek kisses before going back to sleep.

Wanda would use her magic to calm anxiety. Hear me out on this, she can use her wiggly woos to quieten our mind with the things we like, and to just calm our body in general. It’s like if she had a net for the butterflies in our stomach. She’s great at words of wisdom and saying things that are helpful in the moment. Nat is great at life advice and is always helpful in that way.

Nat likes our hair, she’s always trying to braid it or style it in one way or another. She likes to try unique hairstyles and will usually have us sat on a pillow as she’ll carefully like braid our hairs or plait them. She was also always on head lice patrol when we were younger.

Wanda loves to sing sokovian lullabies to us no matter our age and she’s been doing it to us since we where little, she specifically does it calm us down or to get us to sleep or if we’ve had a bad day.

#elizabeth olsen #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandavision #wanda maximoff #scarlett johansson #black widow #family #moms #lizzie olsen #the avengers

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Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?

ohh, okay — i see you... i see you, what an intriguing question 👀 thank you so much for the ask!! i really appreciate it, bunnie :D now i honestly have to admit that i haven't really thought much about this regarding barton before, BUT it's better for me to do it late than never, right? whenever it comes to romantic relationships with barton, i feel as if he is the kind of character to WANT to define a relationship between himself and someone else + actively tries to make something like that happen if he's interested in someone that way. so i'd definitely say he's more of the former than the latter; as barton is not a fan at all of misunderstandings / breaches of boundaries (though, honestly, i feel like a majority of people are haha), so it's just better in his opinion to sit down with a new partner and formally clarify with them what the both of them desire out of their relationship + what their needs are, expectations, and what some of their boundaries are if not ALL of their boundaries.

and yeah, i feel like even though barton has probably done this at least a couple of times by now (first with marceline, then with auriel, etc.), he does still feel like it's a bit difficult to find a 'right time' to do this... but barton believes that it sort of has to happen because without communication, relationships just fall apart. thus, he will usually plan to ask him all of these questions ahead of time when he knows that they'll be in a place where his partner will likely be comfortable enough to open up to him and/or won't feel like they aren't being 'put on the spot.' because barton wants them to answer these things, of course, but he also doesn't want to stress them out and wants them to feel like they can be completely honest with him. now, in this way, i've kind of got to give barton props NGL (now that is one sentence that i thought i'd never be saying LMAOO nah, i'm just kidding 💀 well. kind of JSJ). because although i talk a lot about how he is a menace and a chaos gremlin, as well as various other synonyms for him being a little out of his gourd, barton really does try his best to be respectful and fair towards his partner. and though that doesn't mean he always succeeds... it does say something at least sort of positive about him, i think?

so yeah JSJSJ barton also likes to define relationships in romance because he is monogamous and if his partner doesn't feel the same way, then it's important to him that he lets them know that this is a hard line for him since it could lead to the both of them getting their hearts broken. because this would then allow the both of them to talk about whether his prospective gf / bf in this situation is willing to commit to just him. if they aren't, then that's fine as everyone has different needs, but they might just want to see other people. this same type of logic applies to other things as well like if this certain partner of his wants a serious relationship, then what do they mean by that? would that mean that they see themselves eventually moving in with each other, getting married, etc. or would they rather keep the future between them more undefined? because in barton's mind, if you don't ask questions even if they might be slightly uncomfortable at first, then there's going to be a lot of uncertainty surrounding the relationship.

which could pose a problem because the last thing barton wants is for him to do something with them that they aren't comfy with + vice versa because they aren't being upfront with each other about what they want / what they don't want. it's also vital to barton to take into account that, as time passes by, people change and their needs / wants could also change so it's common practice for him to not just have a talk like this once but several times depending on how long their relationship has been going on. especially because you are essentially supposed to 'grow together' while in one in his mind and not checking in with your partner multiple times would make them feel like they can't change their minds about things, when that's actually perfectly okay / normal. so yeah!

i apologize for my long-winded response here, bunnie, but i wanted to explain how he feels about it in detail just so you'd have a better idea as to why he feels like that and what kinds of questions he might ask them to do it LOLLL though i think that's about it as to what i have to say about the topic for right now and once more for old times sake, as i had mentioned in the beginning, barton does like to define his relationships!! thank you again for the ask (: it was actually quite fun for me to talk about this, but i'm going to officially sign off by saying i hope you had the most WONDERFUL saturday, love <33

#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#ANGER'S HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#asks.#ooc post.

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Tell me all about the relationships that Dorian Dormouse, Penelope Rabbit, Sylvester Bishop, Chancellor Cheshire, and Declan Hare have with each other and the canon Wonderland kids!! (This will probably be a long one, sorry!)

Dorian Dormouse -

Madeline Hatter - They get along too well, Dorian often sleeps in her hat while in his mouse form. The two of them grew up together, only being a year apart, and consistently being at the tea table allows for them to have constant contact with one another, hence their strong bond. Dorian sees Maddie as a younger sister, and as his fairy best friend. Maddie loves it when Dorian takes his mouse form, and when they were younger she would host tea parties for him and Earl Grey (her mouse pet.) The two are often together, though most don't know it because Dorian is sleeping in Maddie's hat.

Lizzie Hearts - While they are friends, Lizzie views Dorian as somewhat of a pest. When they all arrived in Ever After, after escaping the Wonderland curse, Dorian found himself very homesick, and while Maddie was his fairy best friend, he found comfort in Lizzie a lot. The two of them would have long talks about life and the like back in wonderland, and she just felt safe, so he'd end up turning into a mouse and sneaking his way into her room, so Lizzie would wake up with a small, spotted mouse curled up on her pillow. And while she understood for a time why it was happening, it became a habit for Dorian, even after he settled in, and now it's just a slight inconvenience to her. It's a situation that just needs to be talked about rather than letting it summer but neither want to approach the situation. . .perhaps there's something more there then meets the eye

Kitty Cheshire - These two are a mystery to almost everyone. Constantly playing a game of cat and mouse, but who's the cat and who's the mouse? No one can tell for sure. While an interesting duo, it's easy to tell their friends once you take a closer look, you can often find them cuddled up in their car and mouse forms respectively, dozing away in a patch of sunlight.

Bunny Blanc - A pair of rodents, they'd definitely get along, right? Wrong. These two cannot stand one another, like at all. You can feel the tension in the room if they happen to be together, and it's not something you want to mess with. They won't tell anyone what their issue is, but the other Wonderlandians seem to know, but won't share. They just make sure everyone is out of the way in case the day comes where Dorian and Bunny decide to hash out whatever problems they have

Alistair Liddel - Seemingly indifferent towards one another, even with the whole beef with Bunny. They don't speak much, but when they do it's friendly and civil. They respect one another and their roles in their story, it seems as if they were friends at one point but nothing has directly pointed to that.

Mindy Pillar - Mindy hangs out with Dorian a lot of the time, asking him weird questions that he usually doesn't answer because he's asleep. Mindy has said that she does this to get her own brain working and to find an answer to the questions herself, or at least what the answer is to her. Because Mindy sews and quilts, with the very softest of silks and fibers, Dorian goes to her to make him comfy pillows and blankets and all sorts of things to make his bed more comfortable, and she enjoys making them for him.

Sylvester Bishop - They have a healthy respect for one another, but seemingly nothing beyond that. Unlike Maddie, Sylvester didn't grow up around Dorian, so they never had the chance to bond like Dorian and his sister. One would consider them acquaintances at most. Though over the course of time that does change, and the two end up being good friends after a while at Ever After High.

Chancellor Cheshire - Dorian acts as an older brother figure to Chancellor, and loves every minute of it. Much like him and Kitty, Chancellor likes to find sunny spots to nap in with Dorian, though this often results in Dorian getting some kind of prank pulled on him, whether it be getting marker drawn all over his face, or something else. He's always a good sport for Chancellor's pranks, and he and Kitty often get the young Cheshire back for his antics.

Declan Hare - His relationship with Declan is much the same as his relationship with Chancellor, growing up together makes Dorian an older brother figure to Declan.

Sylvester Bishop -

Madeline Hatter - Sylvester and Maddie view their relationship very differently. Sylvester sees their relationship as strained and he finds Maddie slightly annoying, though he does love his sister and if push comes to shove he'd do anything for her. Maddie on the other hand, though she isn't ignorant to the fact that she and Sylvester don't have the greatest sibling relationship, thinks they're doing better than they had been previously, especially while they were in Wonderland. Sylvester doesn't avoid his sister, but he doesn't actively seek her out. . For the most part that is. There have been a few quiet days where the two have been found cuddled up and sleeping with a tea set in front of them. Despite their differences, there's no doubt they're each other's rocks.

Lizzie Hearts - Sylvester and Lizzie are rivals to the core. Though they do it in a dignified and proper way, everything between them is a challenge. They've been rivals ever since they were young, and it's kept up as they've gotten older. Some may say it's annoying to hear them bicker and fight about trivial things but for the Wonderlandians, a day where these two are going off on each other is a bad day indeed.

Kitty Cheshire - Kitty and Sylvester get along actually quite well. Kitty learned her lesson on messing with him quite some time ago, and from then on, the pair seem to enjoy one another's company. Kitty seems to act as Sylvester's right hand cat, feeding him information and things she gathers throughout her day. These two seem to be very close.

Bunny Blanc - Sylvester doesn't mind Bunny, but he doesn't actively like her either, he's indifferent towards the rabbit girl for the most part, except when she's consistently late to royal matters she's supposed to be the courier for.

Alistair Liddel - Even though Alistair plays the biggest role in all the Wonderlandians stories, Sylvester cannot stand him. Everything he does just seems to upset Sylvester and no one seems to really know why as when asked about it, Sylvester just gets upset and frustrated. Perhaps he's upset Alistair would rather travel the world than play his role as the next Alice in Wonderland.

Mindy Pillar - These two are indifferent towards one another, there's not much more to say than that. Though their friendship grows a little as time goes on, they're not as close to each other as they are with the other Wonderlandians.

Chancellor Cheshire - Sylvester finds Chancellor. . Annoying to say the least. He tries to stay out of the young Cheshire's way to avoid his haphazard mischief but it doesn't always work out that way. Occasionally Sylvester gets caught up in one of his schemes so you'll see the prince trailing after Chancellor with a disgruntled look on his face.

Declan Hare - These two don't interact much, like how he is with Mindy, Sylvester, due to not interacting too much with Declan, doesn't really have an opinion on him.

#if it says they dont interact much that means they're relationship will progress throughout the story #i genuinely just didnt wanna do chancellor declan and mindy sorry #maybe they'll get one next time #eah #ever after high #eah ocs #my ocs #poppy's eah ocs #poppys ocs #Sylvester bishop #madeline hatter #dorian dormouse #lizzie hearts #alistair liddel #bunny blanc #mindy pillar #declan hare #chancellor cheshire #kitty Cheshire

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mazanica · 6 months

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Uhm hello I’ve been inspired by your Beneath Their Masks fanfic series (I was so obsessed with it that my nickname is one of the names you gave one of the characters and I doodled the characters maybe a bit too much💀) for around literal years. I know this is weird but I was wondering if ya either had any updates on it or if you gave anything to say about it?

Anyways thank you for spending the time to read this have a nice day/night

Hi hello! Sorry for not answering sooner, I'm back in school and working full time at the same time so I haven't had much time recently.

So when I look at BTM... I actually left the FNaF fandom after some things Scott said, though recently I've been thinking about FNaF again and missing it. As for BTM, I had intended to leave it abandoned as I 1) had intended to leave the FNaF fandom, and 2) as someone who's closer to 30 than to 20 I started feeling weird about writing teenage characters

Recently, I've come to the conclusion- so fucking what, every story that centers around a kid or teen was written by an adult. Maybe I'd tone down the abuse from being as extreme as it was, but ya know.

That being said, I don't intend to update BTM (or any of the other ones) as they are NOW- if I do anything with them, I'll rewrite them, and especially BTM I'd want to write in a different way, bc writing the same chapter 10 different ways was extremely mind numbing and exhausting for me, which is why even when I was active in the fandom it would take me months at a time to write. If I were to rewrite it, I'd definitely write it with a 3rd person omniscient where the pov character changes as needed, but in one story instead of 5.

My writing style has changed so much over the last ~5 years, and tbh my interest has heavily shifted over towards sci-fantasy rather than modern life, and of my old stories Phantom Watchers still has a grip on me. (That being said if/when I (re)write Phantom Watchers, the characters will be aged up from what they were in the original fic). Also I may or may not have a canon multiverse bc of Phantom Watchers but that's neither here nor there.

I do know someone on AO3 is actually writing their own version of BTM, if that might interest you!

For anyone curious, as it stands, the fics I'd be willing to rewrite are:

Phantom Watchers (probably the main one I wanna rewrite, especially now that I'm older and have a few years of worldbuilding under my belt) One Stormy Night on Lakeview Road (same as the last, but with a few major changes to the plot/characters) BTM (already discussed above) Division (but I would probably take them up into college instead of highschool, and change things up. For example I would probably make it where not EVERY one of the Toys is actually a Pazon, bc that would still contribute to the Pazon/Norman self-segregation, and I would probably change up Red a bit bc looking back it feels a little uhhh... yeah)

And for the one I will 100% leave abandoned is "Bunny Tech and Martial Hare" since I was writing that with a friend, of whom I am not friends with anymore, so sorry about that one <3

#ask #personal #fnaf fics #it also doesn't help that in my more recent original works I've created an OC I am obsessed with #like I ported Bonnie Blu Red Freddy Goldie and Spring into an original world #and made an oc who somehow ended up being a third to the freddy/red pairing #proooobably bc they originally started as a redesign for Red that I then decided no this is not him and became their own character #and I love her #and now it's hard to write anything without her but there's no red rabbit character I can assign to her (as far as I know) hhh

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snowbatsims · 1 year

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VAMPIRE INTERMISSION #4

It's Rune's birthday today!

At least, according to the in-game calendar, where I once gave my vampires birth dates that remain consistent every year. No aging will be occurring, due to the whole vampire thing, but yeah.

It sure is Rune's birthday.

MORTEN: You know... I think we should throw him a little surprise party this year. EINARR: Oh, Rune? Sure. EINARR: I don't know exactly how birthday parties really work, so I'll leave you to it. MORTEN: hell yeah

And the decorations are up!

While waiting for the day to pass, they put on a movie: Moonlight Massacre III.

Einarr picked it this time. He has never seen it before, and honestly, Morten hasn't either. Not this one, anyway.

It was kind of... hmm.

character 1: oh, i can't wait to go camping in the woods with you guys today! :D character 2: ooooh but watch out......... isn't this where they said there would be... WEREWOLVES??? character 3: psssht, werewolves aren't real! we'll be fine ♡ character 1: yeah!! :D character 2: eh idk... i'd rather be safe than sorry. character 3: lmao coward ♡ 1 and 3: *laugh* character 2: wha- hey! wait for me!!

EINARR: They're all about to die. MORTEN: I mean that would make sense, it's called Moonlight Massacre after all. EINARR: And it'll definitely be to werewolves, which happen to be real in their world too, much like in ours. Calling it. MORTEN: Yeah... there have been werewolves in this series before. Wouldn't surprise me.

MORTEN: ...Wait, did you just say they were real?

EINARR: Well of course! If immortal bat-shifting blood-drinkers like ourselves exist, why wouldn't some people who turn into a wolf at the full moon exist too? EINARR: Some even claim we're two sides of the same coin, though I haven't truly fact-checked that. EINARR: Either way, they are reclusive creatures! I may have run into some a couple times over the centuries... they all wanted me dead, of course. EINARR: Vampires and werewolves really don't mix at all.

MORTEN: What are they like in real life, anyway? Do you remember enough? MORTEN: Are they like, these horrifying bloodthirsty manwolves, or... are they more like furries. EINARR: Who's Furries? MORTEN: ...

EINARR: It's a strange name, but I know better than to question the validity of it. What context am I missing here?

MORTEN: ...

EINARR: Well? Don't leave me hanging like that. EINARR: Did this Furries person do something egregious? MORTEN: Um. Well, it's not a person. MORTEN: Let's just say they're cute animal characters some people like to draw. They got human features like the ability to talk and maybe walk on two legs, that sort of stuff. MORTEN: And I guess in this context I mostly referred to them as like, the opposite of bloodthirsty powerhungry evil manwolves who rip people apart. Sorry. EINARR: I see...

MORTEN: So! Which one is a real werewolf the most like? EINARR: ... EINARR: I'd say both, actually. MORTEN: Oh?? So you mean like- EINARR: Wait. The movie...

EINARR: That does not look like a wolf at all. MORTEN: Oh right, we were supposed to be watching this slop...

MORTEN: .... MORTEN: Is that murderer guy seriously just a man in a cheap bunny costume? EINARR: Looks like it. MORTEN: Aaaaand all the characters are already dead. EINARR: Yes. That didn't take very long, did it?

MORTEN: And here I was actually almost looking forwards to seeing that werewolf they were going on about!! Bruh. EINARR: Budget cuts, probably. MORTEN: Sure, or it's just the film-makers' poor idea of a cool plot twist. Like wow, look! It wasn't a werewolf after all! It's just another budget scoobydoo villain, here to kill everyone... EINARR: Scooby doo was that cartoon about those kids and that talking dog, right? MORTEN: Yeah. EINARR: ... EINARR: Does... Scooby doo qualify as a "furry"?

MORTEN: That sure is a question.

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MORTEN: Welp, movie's over! And I just remembered that our human guests will probably want food. EINARR: Oh! True, I almost forgot about that. MORTEN: Party starts in maybe three hours. Go do your stuff while I bake Rune a cake. EINARR: Alright! Just remember, do not put on the candles. Those seem to have mysterious magical properties when placed on a cake... even a vampire can grow older from blowing those out. I've seen it happen. MORTEN: Wait, who? Vlad Straud? EINARR: Well, why do you think he looks so grey already? Vladislaus blew out those candles and now he looks like an old man. And that was the last birthday he ever celebrated. MORTEN: Alright, good to know. I do think our human guests will want cake either way! EINARR: They'll love it.

It was at this point Mort decided they actually really enjoy baking.

Meanwhile...

EINARR: BAT... How many times-

EINARR: The laundry basket is RIGHT THERE.

EINARR: It's no use. I cannot wake him until the sun is down anyway, he'll just get extremely pissy about it.

EINARR: What ever. Every day is laugardagr with these kids in the house. EINARR: It's fine. I chose to live with them.

And the cake is done. No candles, as ordered!

CONTINUE ->

#my sims #gameplay #vampire intermissions #WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY GOT RESHADE AGAIN #also yes. i am well aware the vampire intermission is turning out longer than the actual legacy GHFKJDHJ #i'm building up to something i promise

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itsamepatches · 10 months

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Why do you think people are immediately jumping to making horror content for WtP? It’s really disheartening that ppl see a cute famous kids thing entering the public domain and want to make that kind of stuff immediately

You know, it's a good question that I definitely can explain to an extent, Anon! :B

I feel like it's this mentality that starts around one's early teens and stays with some of said people where it's funny (to them) to make edgy/violent takes of cute and/or harmless franchises (Sesame Street, VeggieTales, Hello Kitty, Winnie the Pooh in this case) for the sake of being "funny" and edgy rather than making something somewhat interesting.

Sometimes, I found the sketches funny (like the,,,the K/ill Bill parody trailer with Jesus and the Easter Bunny), but you could definitely say that R/obot C/hicken was a leading "let's make a children's franchise funny" by adding edgy elements, and before that, there were sketches on M/adTV and S/aturday Night Live though to lesser extents because they would sometimes make original cartoons doing edgy stuff and less licensed franchises.

The increase of adaptations of light-heard/children franchises have been going on for a couple of years, I've noticed (media believes we don't need sweet/light-hearted things, only serious and realism) -- and they've increased more once they enter public domain because the companies/people producing these "Ow the Edge" works don't have to worry about getting into hot water by the general public, Cease and Desists by the (living) franchise's owner, or a combination of both. Public domain is a free-for-all, including children/light-hearted works and -- as unfortunate as it is -- people have been thinking about using those public domain titles just to make edgy stuff for the lols -- or make something dark and serious which somehow ends up on level with the former because it's done in such a corny manner ;;

tldr; The culture of "making innocent franchises edgy" has been around since the 80s, grew as time went on, and once people realized they could get away with doing that with public domain stuff, they went crazy. Winnie-the-Pooh now falls under that category (Tigger has to wait another year or two to join them). It's just...kind of a lame type of humour that doesn't work well because it's been done so much now...

#honestly the main reason why I touch the WTP blood and honey film is because I like the corny horror films Jagged Edge makes #thanks anon :B #ask itsamepatches #patches is talking

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factorialrabbits · 2 years

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For that ask game, how about Zelda (I am also basic-haha). (And if you're feeling froggy, how about Lord of the Rings/anything by Tolkien?)

Eh why not both. I'm apparently using Spirit Tracks because I'm currently playing it.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Zelda. Zelda is so silly, I love her. The way she moves is really cool. She's scared of rats but she's Link's hype man, and she's just so good. She's doesn't want to be here at first and she just wants her body back, but she's doing her best!

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Link. I mean he's a toon Link how can you not baby him? He has all those expressions and smallness. Also put him and Zelda together and they just squish.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Anjean. Sure she's just your generic old lady quest NPC but she wrangles those kids well, and has tragic angst with one of the bad guys. Plus, steam powered wheelchair things that all the guardian Lokomo have are really cool I want one. Also! She does /not/ know all of the things. She's the elderly mentor lady but she's taken off guard and needs to be taught more info and I like that.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Teacher. I mean look at him, with his anxiety but desperate need to find and look after the princess, even putting on a bad disguise to get you to take him all over the world to try find her. He's the dad she needs but appears not to have.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): I'm not sure I have one in Spirit Tracks. Hm. Is saying I like the rabbit guy and his wife controversial? I /like/ the rabbit haven and catching bunnies. Even if I think Bunio should put a longer shirt on. Does that work? I can't really think of anyone else... If you liked Cole or somehting, but I don't. And I already used Staven for the next option...

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Staven (Byrne for you Americans out there). He's not really a favourite, but I would like to pick him apart and examine his innards while squinting at him.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): The fortune teller I'm sorry I know she's not evil or anything I just cannot stand the fact I have to go through the stupid fortune telling thing using the mic whenever I need anything from her, and half of it is generically scammy.

Now Tolkien stuff, lets see what I can remember...

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Elrond. I mean that's just easy. You'd think its Earendil from the rest of this list, but I absolutely promise you its Elrond.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I was going to put him elsewhere but, no, this one has to be Earendil. I cannot really comprehend with putting anyone else here. Kid Earendil in the Fall of Gondolin drafts, the only place he gets to speak rather than just be referenced, is my little one. Even when he grows up I keep him there.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Tuor is a fun character actually. (I... yes okay this family name is cool).

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): ... Does Celebrimbor count? Erestor? No? Okay I'm actually going to pick three people - Falathar, Erellont, and Aerandir. They get like a single line, BUT they are the dudes who sailed with Earendil and I can fit so so so many headcanons into them.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): I'm going to put Turin here not necessarily because he fits best but he's definitely winning miserable awards. Just fucked up everything whereever he went until he killed himself. Children of Hurin was the second Tolkien book I ever read, my parents mistaking me losing a free bookmark advertising it in the bathroom as a hint I wanted it for Christmas. I definitely read it too young, and it definitely leaves influences on things.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Boromir. I mean, look at him. I don't actually want him to suffer, its just kinda funny, you know?

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Denethor, but specifically Denethor from the PJ films. In other mediums I'll remain basic and say I'm putting Morgoth in super hell. Or Sauron. Maybe both.

I feel like thanks to fandom half my 'barely shows up' sort of faves are fan favourites anyway... Celebrimbor, Celebrian, Erestor... I see all three of them a lot. Or maybe I just linger in the right places. Also now I'm in half a mind to ramble but definitely too tired for that.

#ask #hi hi hi hope you enjoy #honestly spirit tracks itself is my problematic fave #the tolkien one I had so so so many people #but I was rereading some of my Gondolin stuff yesterday so they're in my brain #Idril is like 2nd place in 4 catagories

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notladylikes · 2 years

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headcanon roulette, featuring lorelei.

grew up an army brat, which meant she never stayed in one place for too long as a kid. always having to leave friendships and people she loved behind, she’s the type that longed for a stable connection. eventually found friends on the internet that she remained in contact with for a while, until her parents found out and forbid her from speaking to them. overprotective folks an’ all that.

took self-defense classes as a kid. after hearing about a mugging that happened two blocks over, she wanted to make sure she was capable of handling herself if it came down to it. carried a taser that she definitely accidentally used on herself in the past, but it was enough to give her parents a sense of safety. they regarded her wishes on learning to do basic hand-to-hand combat training so that she would be ‘sufficiently protected’.

loves to garden. she always had a planter box outside her window when it was possible for her to do so. when she started, she didn’t have a green thumb to save her life. killed every plant she tried to keep alive. but eventually she got the hang of it and now has a series of them in her bedroom, and in random spots around the house. they’re her babies. her in a nursery or at a home improvement store where there are plants? she’s in heaven. and she’s definitely going to take at least one or two of them home.

owned a pet bunny, that she found abandoned in a car park. she named him hawke. he was with the family for years, through moves and visits to other parts of the world. managed to keep him alive - despite her inability to focus on more than one thing at a time, but she did it. hawke died a peaceful death of old age just shortly before she turned twenty. she mourned that rabbit for a long time before ever considering getting another pet.

she’s is a big advocate for rescuing and saving animals, rather than purchasing them. would open up an animal sanctuary in her backyard if she had the space.

can’t cook to save her life. she often orders take out, has a series of menu’s that take up an entire drawer in her kitchen. it’s an expensive habit, but she can’t even make the basics. her mother never taught her how, always spending more time at work than with her daughter, and she was forced to eat a hell of a lot of lunchables as a kid.

she’s taken classes and nothing seems to stick in her brain, tried those ‘at home meal service’ things and can’t create half’a the shit they send. the people at the local take out spaces know her and her order by heart. she always gives an extra big tip for the kindness they afford her.

#mus. lorelei renee shepard.#hc. lorelei renee shepard.

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ofdecode · 2 years

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💘 + gabriel/seven

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: they didn’t have much of a flirting phase at least seven didn’t (mostly because she’s not really good at that yet) so feelings kinda just happened, bonding over mutually rough pasts and being homeless they just grew close and seven fell slowly but hard for him because he was the first person since losing her family that she could truly trust.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): gabriel not because seven didn’t care for him originally or have some type of feelings just because he seemed to be way more understanding of his emotions then she was with hers. she doesn’t know what romantic love feels like and she never had like, a real crush before. but it doesn’t take her long.

where their first date was and what it was like: probably somewhere they’d both enjoy, like to the movies or a cute picnic date where gabriel makes a bunch of food for them. neither of them are worried about being over the top and just want to enjoy time together so whatever they do they’d be happy and probably in love.

who asks who out and how: i guess gabriel would ask but i feel like it’s a mutually planned thing like it’s something they want to do while homeless but obviously don’t have the means or resources to do it so once they do i’m sure it’s more like ‘hey you ready to go out’ rather than something dramatic or over the top because they’re just excited to finally be able to have a life together.

if they adopt any pets together: the two biggest animal lovers of course will adopt some pets. like seven really wanting a dog because she missed out on it as a kid and then adopting a bunny for gabriel because he adores bunnies. this is like one of few things they’re totally extra about too, spoiling their fur babies like crazy like giving them gotcha days and buying them all the best pet stuff. these are their children.

who’s more dominant: at first gabriel simply due to experience but as they get more comfortable with each other and seven gets more in tune with her sexuality it becomes more mutual, taking turns doing things for each other.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: it wasn’t really anywhere special if you count the camp they stayed at while living on the street. but the kiss itself was everything considering the were always kind of admiring each other from afar and having their little crushes till the second they meet. it was definitely a very in the moment thing where everything felt perfect and it was seven’s first actual kiss so her head was totally spinning in that moment because of how in love she was with him.

if they have any matching couples stuff: they have a similar style in terms of wearing a lot of black clothes and converse/combat boots so i guess that counts but they do like to match socks all their clothes being these edgy little fits but cute and fluffy socks with cats on them and shit

how into pda they are: i don’t think they really care and do whatever they feel like in the moment. esp bc they weren’t able to get as intimate or ‘close’ as they wanted to when they were homeless so i don’t think they give a shit about kissing in front of people or holding hands, none of that matters and it shouldn’t cause they’ve missed out on so much already.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: they both do.

who’s more protective: it’s super mutual, they’ve both been through hell together and just in their past so protecting one another is just a given.

how long it is before they sleep together: (depends on the verse) but in main verse it does take them awhile to have actual sex this due to his sex work and their own comfort they decide to wait until they get a place of their own as kind of like a celebration for making it through so much together.

if they argue about anything: i wouldn’t say they argue but seven is very up front about her concerns due to him still getting himself into trouble a lot even if it’s to do the right thing that and worries about his addiction but it’s not really an argument so much as wanting what's best for him. her overall fear of losing him does make it hard not.

who leaves more marks: probably gabriel

who steals whose clothes and how often: seven and probably every night, she feels more comfortable sleeping in his things than her own.

how they cuddle: spooning, facing one another, seven sleeping on his chest etc whatever feels good in the moment i don’t believe they think about it too much,

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: drawing and writing together. their both vert artistic in their own right and they love encouraging each other with their passion

how long they stay mad at each other: this is in line with the arguing, they aren’t a couple who fight too often so i don’t think they’d get mad at one another very long tbh if they ever get actually mad.

if they ever have any children together: probably not. i don’t see seven really wanting to be a mother at any point unless it’s to a dog.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: probably not.

what their shared living space is like: very simple but very them, their pets and the things they love, seven’s marvel posters, plants for gabriel a cute little space that just tells their story and who they are as people.

what their first christmas as a couple was like: i feel like this is another thing they would actually go all out for mostly because this would’ve been her first christmas since she was twelve.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: i feel like seven falls asleep first and seven wakes up first just so she can be there before he has to leave for work and they can spend an hour or two together cause they’re clingy like that.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: gabriel is the big spoon or again, she sleeps on his chest as long as she has his arms around her she’s happy.

who hogs the bathroom: they can share it idk.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: seven 100% has a free the spider policy doesn’t matter who does it but no killing.

#*˖ ⊹♡ connection ╲ seven & gabriel ⋅

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xenarosewood · 2 years

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7.1.22 Journal Prompt 8- What Happened In Your Childhood That You Wish You Could Erase?

Oof starting the weekend on a dark note eh? Okay I’ll bite. I’m sure there’s a few things I could erase. I wish my first stepmom was never in my life. For a multitude of reasons. Not really pertaining to how good or bad of a person she is/was. I just wish it didn’t happen at all.

The thing that I come back to the most though. I will say this is a memory that has deeply impacted me in ways I did not realize until the past couple of months and I am almost 26. So I went years with this memory as just a memory and being able to tell it like some little anecdote. But yet NOW, I will legit start tearing up/crying trying to explain it. It is crazy to see the growth of your brain and mindset and how your perspective changes. Maybe its because I’m a parent now too to a little girl? I try to treat her how I want to be treated or would’ve wanted to. Anyways here goes.

I don’t know how old I am. Definitely elementary age. Old enough to write but not perfectly. This was one of the times that my dad and I lived by ourselves in an apartment. Now here’s the thing. I don’t think he remembers this. I think I brought it up once before but like I explained, it didn’t affect me the way it does now. I haven’t really talked about it with him and I am debating on if I want to do that or not and the reason is because someone wise told me, “do you think he would take it back if he could and do it differently? Every parent has regrets so do you think he would re-do it?” my answer is yes. I think he would be sorry I think he would want to do it over better. What you have to understand is my dad was a single parent for a while between stepmoms. And he became a parent young at 21 when he was in the military. And my grandpa was military. Not sure if that has anything to do with it. Maybe it does or don’t but girls are very different than boys. Men can be less emotionally available or attentive especially when they are a single parent so I know that he was trying his best with what he had at the time. I don’t hold that against him but it DID affect me and still does. So it’s like I feel some type of way just not directly at him if that makes sense?

Basically I was in my room writing a story. I think it was about a bunny and a lamb being friends and I was so happy about this story I remember being excited to show him. It was only like a page long and here I go tearing up while I’m typing this. The brain is a fickle thing. Anyways. I was very excited and happy it was a present for my dad. Well I don’t know what happened or why this was his reaction but basically he read it and made me sit and re-write it over and over because it wasn’t grammatically correct and I remember every draft id give him he would crumple it up and now I’m full on bawling at my work desk fuck. I just remember thinking, maybe I even told him, that it wasn’t homework it was for fun for him and he didn’t really care. I’m not sure how long I sat there or how many times I rewrote it I just remember crumpled paper and him not being happy.

I’ll even throw in a bonus tidbit of how I believe this affected me.

For one, at work or home, if you tell me to do something, I want to know every little detail of how you want it done. I want specifics because id rather do it the way you want first rather than get it wrong and have to re-do it.

I don’t like the spotlight. It really made me want to disappear at times or just stay in my room. The “maybe if I don’t bring attention to myself then nobody can bother me” mentality. It caused a lot of issues in my teen years where I would be sneaky and shady about things but as a kid I would hide homework or report cards because I didn’t want him to see them if there was a bad remark on them. I remember every time I got one or a letter for him from school I would look over it repeatedly trying to see if there was anything there he would get mad at. Of course he would find them and id get in trouble regardless but as a kid/teen you don’t have hindsight. You don’t think like that. You’re not mature enough you don’t have the capability to think every action through or to even be manipulative. All I thought was, “oh this will make him mad. Out of sight out of mind.” Anyways I stayed quiet and throughout the years growing up I retreated into my shell more and more. I didn’t know what to say. Or talk about. It seemed like anything would turn into something bad. An offhand comment, a question. Anything can be turned into criticism, a lecture, getting in trouble. Felt like an interrogation every time even if it was nothing. And over the years I developed the habit where any serious conversation I just start crying. Especially with him. Because I feel like anything I say will turn to judgement or he’ll get offended or the whole lecture thing. Even writing this I’m crying. How pathetic is that? Almost 26 and I still get like this. I was so in my shell by high school that if we were home alone (by this time I have a great new stepmom and brothers), it would be awkward. I didn’t know what to say. Or was too scared to say anything so it was basically small talk like asking about work and the weather or just watching tv. I didn’t understand him and he didn’t get me either.

Now that I have hindsight I probably should’ve taken him up on those offers of therapy that he offered when I would get in trouble for certain things. Maybe I could’ve gotten through all of this sooner and I would’ve turned out better.

Another thing is that I’m a very nervous person. Don’t know if I have restless leg syndrome or what but I’m always shaking. I barely kicked my decades old nail biting habit. I get nervous anytime someone says, “we need to talk,” “I want to talk to you,” “I need to talk to you later.” Any way you can word it sets off alarm bells in my head. “what did I do? What didn’t I do? Did I say something bad? Did I leave a mess?” I have to rethink my whole life from the past two weeks to figure out what was wrong because in my head that’s the only thing that could be possible. I messed up somehow. My automatic thought. Obviously it affects your confidence and self-esteem.

Sheltering myself really cost me a lot as a teen. I didn’t go out because I didn’t want to be bothered with the ‘who what where why’ spiel. I read a lot. Obviously got interested in boys but let me reiterate, I didn’t want these conversations because I could never know what to expect. I felt like id just get in trouble somehow so I would avoid them and just try to figure shit out myself which I would get in trouble for anyways. I wasn’t the smartest decision maker but when you don’t have anyone offering the information, you don’t know you’re supposed to ask. At that point you just kinda do whatever hoping it’ll get somewhere but without the guidance how do you know? If I thought every thing would get me in trouble how am I supposed to differentiate between what realistically would or wouldn’t? I mean, I own my shit I was pretty sneaky and manipulative but we aren’t born that way. You’re made like that.

Being so closed off wasn’t just to dad. It was to everyone. I didn’t like asking questions about too many things. I don’t think I ever really talked to my stepmom about makeup or anything. I remember asking her about shaving and figuring out when I could try a razor. But other things, girly superficial stuff I never thought to ask. Nobody talked about it with me so I didn’t know these were things a teen girl was supposed to be interested in. I know I had makeup. Some at least. I didn’t ever really know how to use it though I’m sure at some point I looked like a clown. My nails, I was ocd nail biting so that was never an option. My hair, id basically just wing it and hoped it looked okay. I wish someone took the time to go over these things. My mom lived a few hours away and being in a place where I didn’t wanna be noticed makes it kinda hard to feel like you CAN ask things. It’s a moot point now.

I yell easily now. I can be more aggressive or argumentative (A trait I fear I picked up from my dad). I try not to. But when you go so long without feeling like anyone is actually listening or trying to understand, you want to be heard and you will be. It is an easily accessible defense mechanism. As is avoidance, shutting down, getting an attitude. If I could pick it up from him then I suppose it begs the question of, “where did he get it from?” Maybe he wasn’t always like that? He’s a lot more calm now I guess. Although he does take things personally. Sometimes too much because he will get affected by things even if they aren’t about him.

Idk man. It really seeped into a lot of areas of my life. I like to do things myself. I don’t take criticism well. I need specific instructions on doing something because I don’t wanna mess up. I don’t know how to properly process my emotions from being closed off for so long. I constantly doubt myself about everything and avoid taking risks. I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting but its lunch time now and we got Mediterranean.

I don’t hate my dad. Im not mad. Does it make me emotional and I probably need professional help for this and other issues? Yes. But do I think he’s sorry and would do it over better? Also yes. I guess that’s why I don’t really see the point in saying anything. We are finally in a good place and I don’t like making him feel bad. Idk if it would but just in case y’know?

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Cruel - Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Semi-public sex, cunt slaps, face slaps (1), finger sucking, degradation, praise, car sex, size kink!, jealous Omi, edging, overstimulation (but in theory sorta, at the end), "daddy" and "bunny" used! As always, please let me know if I missed any!!

Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi is not a very jealous man, but sometimes his teammates can get under his skin.

Word count: 3k

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Nervous was the understatement of the year. While you had met a few of Kiyoomi’s teammates before, usually just saying a quick “hi” and “bye” before he drug you away from them, nothing to this degree. Atsumu had requested that his twin allow the team to have a party at his onigiri shop to celebrate a big tournament win for the team when they got back to Tokyo. Excitement was definitely there, but nothing would stop you from feeling the heavy rock in your gut or the anxious beating of your heart.

Well, nothing but Kiyoomi’s warm hand in yours. He smiled at you before slipping his black mask over his pretty face.

“It’ll be fun,” he assured, and you wondered if he actually felt that way.

He hated these gatherings, probably more than anyone should. Not for the fact he was antisocial or that he didn’t enjoy his teammates. He just didn’t want them flocking to you and making you nervous. However, it had been several months of him turning these things down and opting to spend his days off with you after games. The team was irritated with him for it, and he knew that this one party would make up for all the times missed.

Or at least he hoped.

“I think so too!” You say back cheerfully, adjusting your dress underneath you on the seat of his car. The leather was sticking to your thighs where your sundress rode up.

“You could have worn something more-“

“Think about what you’re about to say.” You warn, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “I like this dress.”

He does too, he wants to tell you. But so will the other members of MSBY. He chooses to not say anything, knowing you would only laugh at his comment or say something smart back. He loves that about you, even if he doesn’t tell you that often. He enjoys watching you get frustrated, furrowing your brows, and pouting your lip. It’s why he always teases you about what you wear. Not that he’d ever actually make you change, well, to an extent he thinks.

“Why are you so in your head?” You ask him as he pulls out of the parking garage.

“I didn’t realize I was,” he answers honestly.

You intertwine your fingers with his on your lap as he drives, listening to the soft sounds of the radio in the background while he takes you to the infamous Onigiri Miya you’d heard about a few dozen times. You knew Kiyoomi liked to pretend he hated Atsumu, but he was probably his closest friend, no matter how much he protested that fact.

It’s a shame this would be the first time you actually got to speak to him or anyone else on the team for that matter. You thought it was definitely cute that he was protective of you, but you were beginning to feel like he was keeping part of his life from you. When you brought it up to him, he apologized profusely, promising to take you to the next event.

“-----,” Atsumu’s shit-eating grin appeared for the hundredth time that night. “Tell me again, am I saying that right?” His hand caresses your shoulder and you still, shocked he’d carelessly do this despite you sitting on Omi’s lap.

“There’s not another way to say her name, Miya.” Kiyoomi glares at him from above you. It amazes you that even while sitting on his lap he seems so much larger than you. Thinking about it too much stirs something inside of you that you’d rather save for when you have him alone. So, you push it away. “Stop touching my girlfriend and go find yours.”

He throws his hands up, another laugh vibrating from his chest. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop teasing you Omi Omi.”

As he walks away, you smile down at your boyfriend, and he seems to relax. “Your friends are nice.”

“He’s not my friend.” He huffs looking away from you.

You know better. It’s honestly sort of adorable the way he always denies it.

“Yo!” Bokuto’s booming voice catches your attention as he runs towards you and Kiyoomi. “Osamu said something about a karaoke set, you have to come over here with us -----!”

“I-I don’t know about that,” your fingers dig into your palm as you look to Sakusua. “Would you want to?”

“I can come watch if you want to, bunny.” His fingers slowly stroke your thighs, and you flush; unable to think straight whenever he’s touching you and calling your favorite name.

“Okay,” you stand up going with Bokuto as he drags you towards the front of the Onigiri shop where the others have begun to set up the karaoke machine.

“I’ll sing with you since I know Kiyoomi would rather die than let loose with a song. Anything you like to sing?”

“Oh, uh,” you think. “I’ve never actually done this. So just pick something easy.”

“I guess,” he starts sifting through the catalog that’s on the machine, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun it is!”

You laugh taking the mic he hands you. It’s so ridiculous he would choose it, but you know he’s doing his absolute best to help you feel comfortable around him and all the others. The entire event was bigger than you expected, everyone either bringing a partner or friend, sometimes both. However, even with all the people around Bokuto is making it easier to loosen up and realize no one actually cares about what you sound like; hell, most of them are too deep in conversation and laughing to even watch closely.

Kiyoomi is the exception, as always.

He’s removed his mask from one ear, letting it dangle from the other while he watches you. A small smile creeps on his lips when you make eye contact, and you can’t help but giggle through the lyrics. His smile quickly turns to a frown when Bokuto throws an arm around your shoulder as you finish the song and he laughs, smooshing his face up against yours to belt out the lyrics. You giggle, pulling away not sure you like the sudden closeness, and the song ending is a perfect excuse to put down the mic and heading over to Kiyoomi.

“That was quite the little show,” he says, his tone stern and unforgiving. “Especially the little bit at the end.”

“Omi,” you whine, placing your hand on his firm chest. “He was just being silly.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs before pulling his mask back on. “Let’s go. I’m ready to be home.”

“Omi!” You say more firmly. “I’m having fun!”

“Would you like to go home with one of them, then?” His eyes are intense, and you feel suddenly smaller than usual as he peers down at you.

He’s good at that, making you feel small. Even if you love it most of the time, it’s not just that. You want him, desperately, right here and now. You want to stay longer and spend more time with his friends, but he’s making it hard to focus with his deep voice and intense eyes that make you want to jump him here.

“No! Only you,” you tell him and lean up and place a soft kiss on his chest. “Let’s go, I guess,” you make sure to make your displeasure unknown even if you’re only thinking about getting him out of his clothes as soon as you are home.

You can’t exactly be sure, but you think he smiles under his mask. His eyes soften like they usually do when he smiles at you, so you assume you’ve made him happy. He says a few quick goodbyes, even making sure yours are faster than his while he pulls you away. To your surprise, he opens the back passenger door of his car.

“I am not riding in the back like a kid,” you tell him frowning. “You can’t be serio-“

“Get in the fucking car, -----.” He rolls his eyes again, and you slide in with a pout on your lips. Kiyoomi slides in beside you, pushing you down against the back seat. “I can’t wait another minute,” he growls in your ear while his fingers unhook his mask from his ear.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling too widely. “Daddy,” you whine as his fingers tease you through your thin dress.

It’s cruel, and you know that’s exactly what he intends.

He could easily hike the dress up just a few inches to have easy access to your core, but he won’t. He loves teasing you too much. The way your body reacts to even his slightest touch makes him dizzy, and he wants to feel drunk on you tonight. Even if you don’t know it, he thinks, Bokuto got to him in a way he can’t understand.

He thought Atsumu would be the one to bring out the ugly jealous side of him, but no, to his surprise it was the one man he never thought could do it. Honestly, he’s a little ashamed of himself as he’s sliding your dress up your thighs. It’s not your fault, anyone would want you. But you’re his.

Only his; and he intends to remind you of that.

“Omi, please!” You all but scream for him.

He’s relentlessly drawing small circles onto your clit and driving you mad. You’re soaking through your panties, and you need him. You’re not sure if it’s even been two minutes, but it feels like an eternity of teasing.

“Omi?” He chuckles. “Bunny, you know better than that.”

“Daddy, please,” you correct yourself. “I need you, daddy! Please!”

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, his lips rough against yours.

He kisses you like he’s desperate he’ll lose you. Every touch and motion meant to remind you how much he loves and needs you. While his tongue enters your mouth, he slips his fingers down below your dress, moaning as he feels how wet you are for him.

“Fuck,” he groans against your lips. “You’re always so fucking good for me, bunny.”

He doesn’t curse often, or at least to this degree unless you’re fucking. Something about knowing he reserves even his swearing just for you. He pushes your panties to the side, just enough to give him access to your drooling cunt. He smiles as your back arches up off the leather of his back seat and your eyes roll back into your head.

“Tell me what you want, bunny.” He curls his fingers inside of you and you moan loudly.

“You! Daddy, want your big cock! Want it so bad,” you whine as he fucks his fingers into you.

His fingers leave you empty, and you start to whine, but before the sweet sound passes your lips, he smacks your cunt. Once and then twice and then finally a third time. You whine, trying to move away each time, but his strong hand holds your thigh still with ease. Fingertips digging into your thigh with each smack only makes you cry out louder.

It hurts too good. You want it to stop, but you want it to continue. You can’t decide which would be better. Your clit throbs, and your cunt clenches around nothing with the fourth and final smack. Your throat is starting to hurt from all your whining and straining to keep from screaming too loud.

“Remember to as politely,” he says against your lips. “Then Daddy won’t have to punish you, yeah?”

You nod, shaking your head up and down slowly while he smiles at you.

“Good girl,” he kisses you softly. “Now, I think it’s time I gave you a treat.”

You smile widely as he sits down, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down his hips and legs along with his underwear. It’s hard not to watch the way his cock slaps against his stomach, ready for you with a desperately swollen pink head. It’s unfair how pretty it is, really… who else would have a pretty cock?

“Come sit,” he strokes his cock once and you hurry over to him.

Straddling his legs, he helps you sink down on him. It always burns at first, stretching around him to adjust.

“So big,” you whine while hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “Too much!”

“Shhh,” he coos rubbing your back with one hand and your ass with another. “You always take it bunny; tonight is no different.”

“Daddy,” you cry as you finally take him all in.

He smirks, thrusting up once and making you bounce. “Feel so good, my precious bunny.” He holds your hips, guiding you into starting to ride him.

His hands are tight, supporting you and making you move at his pace. He’s slow, making sure you feel every drag of his cock in and out of you. Your dress falls down around his hands and your thighs, hiding everything from anyone who could possibly be passing outside the car.

“M-more,” you whine, wanting him to start thrusting up into you.

“Do you deserve more, bunny?” He holds your hips still, making you whine and look up at him. “I’m not sure you even deserve to cum. Dirty sluts don’t get to feel good.”

“But daddy please-“

His hand is fast, hitting your cheek with enough force to shut you up and turn your head. It stings but is replaced by that addicting warmth that takes over your cheeks and mind. You moan as his hand rests on your cheek, covering the redness that’s forming already.

“Open up,” his thumb drags across your bottom lip, and you part your lips.

He closes his eyes as you suck on his thumb, relaxing and letting you start riding him slowly again. He thrusts to meet you each time you come down on his cock, making you bite down on his thumb each time. He thrusts harder with each bite, which continues in an endless cycle until he pulls his thumb out to bring your face to his. He kisses you desperately, his tongue fighting your own. You moan against his lips, holding onto his shoulders tightly while he takes control of your body again.

“Don’t you dare cum.” He warns. “Not until I say, got it?”

You nod slowly while he fucks into you harder. His thrusts are rougher and more intense, signaling he’s close. It’s nearly impossible to not cum on him now, but you hold out. Fighting ever instinct telling you to cum is the hardest thing he’s ever asked of you.

“Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you might explode. “Please!”

“Just a little more,” he pants, closing his eyes and laying his head against the backseat. “Fuck, I’m going to feel your cute little cunt up darling. I’ll have my cum dripping down your thighs and all over that little dress of yours.”

Oh, he’s definitely close. He wouldn’t talk this much if not.

“Want your cum daddy!”

“I know you do, slutty little bunny.” He leans up and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin between your shoulder and neck.

“Daddy please, wanna cum!”

“I told you not until I say,” he slaps your ass once and you cry out.

Everything burns. Your stomach, thighs, and even your core. You’re desperate for some release but want Omi’s praise more than anything else. So, you keep fighting the urge to just let go.

“Fuck,” he moans once more, thrusting into you and holding your hips still while he cums. You feel the warm release start to dribble down his cock and out of you onto his thigh.

The bastard really didn’t let you cum… is he going to finish you off?

“Omi!” You try to ride his cock again, but he holds you still.

“Sorry bunny,” he chuckles breathlessly, his curly hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you. “You have to wait just a little longer.”

“Not fair!” You whine, tears stinging your eyes. “Wanna cum now! On your cock!”

“If you cheer up, I’ll tease you on the way home and keep you on the edge. I promise I’ll let you cum when we get home.” He kisses your cheeks, teasingly thrusting up into you once before pulling out. “Can you be good for daddy? If you make it until we get home, I promise I’ll reward you.”

Your eyes brighten and you perk up. “I can try,” you tell him.

The ride is torment. Even a bump in the road makes you moan. Kiyoomi brings you to the edge at least three times, and after that, you lose count. The only grounding part of the experience is his warm voice praising you for doing so well. It makes you weaker, every time he gives you just that little acknowledgment, and it helps you make it all the way home.

“We’re home, bunny,” he smiles at you and opens his door.

He jogs around the car and opens yours, helping you out and guiding you inside. You’re grateful for the covered garage and the short elevator ride up to his apartment. As soon as you pass the threshold of his apartment, your arms are around him and he lifts you up. He’s already hard, you giggle feeling it against your swollen cunt and watching Omi’s pants get damp from the mess you both made earlier.

“Daddy, make me cum! Please! I did what you asked.”

“You’ve been such a good girl, bunny.” He lays you down on the dining table, spreading you out for him to stand comfortably between your thighs. “Daddy is gonna make you cream around my cock.”

You thank whatever gods may be for Kiyoomi’s agile body and earnest attitude. He has his pants off quickly and his cock inside you before you can even whine again. Gasping, you reach up for him and he holds you against his body while fucking you on the table.

“Cum whenever you want, bunny, you earned it. Cum as many times as you want. I won’t stop until you’re begging me to.”

That’s all it takes. You cum, crying against his chest and clawing at him. He fucks you through it, your body limp against him and toes still curling.

“I know you have another in you, bunny. Give me another one.”

You love Sakusa Kiyoomi, you really do, but he can be cruel sometimes. Well, if you can define edging followed by overstimulation as cruel.

#sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #hqintheclub

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“That’s-!!“

“His face…it’s...familiar?”

“I-it…can’t be…”

"Dr. Emmerich, do you know this man?"

"He's...he's...oh, of course you don't recognize him. It's been over ten years now, hasn't it? You probably wouldn't think of him more than you do the dried blood on your boots, do you?"

"So, you do know him? Is there anything you can tell me?"

"No. Get out of there now!"

"Dr. Emmerich, he has the-!"

"I know he has Subject-07. That's exactly why you need to get out of there! You said he changed, he woke up, because he heard her crying!" "What of it? You don't really think its cries could..."

...

"Gah! Look, I'll tell you everything later. Just get out of there!"

"If he starts fighting again, it'll be to get rid of whatever made her cry. That's just how he is! Besides, you're wounded. You can't fight him like this. Retreat back to my office." "And if he follows me back?"

"That's-! I'm willing to take that risk. Do. Not. Engage. Do you hear me, Jetstream?"

"...I hear you."

This is another part of the Bad End AU thing that happened as a result of conversation with @mewtonian-physics! This one is definitely Raiden.

I had a scene in mind that I made a list for. I just copy and paster it.

Raiden wakes up-

-mfw ten years pass in the blink of an eye and you're no longer bleeding out on a train-

-small blonde child with a gasmask is crying. No idea who she is, looks familiar without a gasmask. why is she wearing a straitjacket? Kids are weird.

-Vaguely recall a mission briefing through coma haze, she's probably important. even if she's not, she's still a crying child and that makes her important.

-Stupid cowboy samurai who cut off your arm a decade ago standing on the other side of the room. Weirdly bloody.

-Small blonde child in the vicinity of violent people/ bad environment for children. Big Brother Mode Activate.

-Say first word that comes to mind? "S-Sunny?" Cyborg throats can't get dry. Somehow, yours is.

-No response. Wrong small blonde child. Whoops? Promptly apologize to small child. No response again. Pick her up.

-Very small. Had no clue they made gas masks this small. Wow. Whatever. Put it back on her face. Stops crying. She has a small blue bunny. It's all bloody now.

-Oh no.

I rewatched all of MGS2 to check if this was within character. I think it sort of is. He's a sleepy guy right now.

Her outfit is a reference. I think small Psycho Mantis looks cool, but it is also related to my plot chart. You'll see on her character chart.

Below this line is exposition about Raiden and what's going on with him.

"Freed from his fate, awoken from his coma-" relates to his mask. Sam cut it, ergo the cut on his face. His consciousness was being suppressed a la Big Boss, but his body was being piloted by a sort of AI made from his accessible memories and instincts. The AI's main method of observation was the mask.

His suit is based on a darker version of his past bodies and suits. specifically the Skull Suit. There's a reason for that of course, but if it were a Metal Gear Game it would be revealed in an unraveling fashion.

I'll follow that and say, memories are funny things. In a broad sense, they're no different from observed data obtained by a machine. It's not just temperature, approximate speed, who and where you are.

Memories are feelings too, moments that embody entire sentiments. You can't just brute force your way through them, or you'd risk distorting them. If you want all the data, the whole memory, you have to unravel them just like any story.

April 29th. The Big Shell. Is there something in those memories worth pursuing?

Anyway, I don't like Sam. If this was a game, then Raiden waking up would be the moment the game switches to his story, rather than Sam's.

I think I'll do the same, because dang he's no fun to write.

There's a Master Post Now

#metal gear rising #metal gear solid #bad end au #raiden mgr #raiden #sunny emmerich #jetstream sam #I like how Raiden looks #he rescues blondes well #looks cool #no metal jaw tho

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About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

#fluffics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fic requests #lu legend #lu four #yiga clan #why does no one write a female yiga leader who's stupid?#it's fun #as a girl I can say we can be very dumb #and she is

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