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circeyoru · 2 months

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Omg I've just caught up on the Colle tion of Overlords and I gotta say, it's fantastic!

I'm so sorry if you're getting overwhelmed with ideas/requests but the brainrot will not stop, so here goes-

Regarding the Collector's relationship with Lucifer, and how he's technically just a bit more powerful than them, I had the thought of what would happen if Charlie, being Lucifer and Lilith's daughter, had a huge outburst (maybe over Angel's contract or smth to do with Heaven? Idk) and, completely by accident, hurt the Collector

It wouldn't be because she's a lot more powerful or something, but mainly because the Collector wasn't paying attention/had been so caught up with other affairs that they hadn't noticed Charlie getting more powerful, if only slightly

The Collector wouldn't be hurt in any way, shape or form that would cause permanent damage, probably the equivalent to getting a slightly scraped knee to them, but everyone else is completely shocked and doesn't know how to react (with the exception of Charlie who is just immediately and profusely apologizing) cause they didn't know it was even possible for them to get hurt

With how you've portrayed them so far, I'm wondering how the Collector would react, maybe overplaying it and disappearing for a time (while being completely fine) so Charlie gets a bit more respect, or simply brushing it off and treating the Princess like a niece who just made a mistake and offering to help her train along with her dad (very jealous overlords incoming), or smth else entirely

Sorry for this being so long, I've only just discovered your work and have already fallen in love! Drink water, eat food, and take care of yourself first and foremost ❤️

This is for {Collection of Overlords} , check MASTERLIST for the work

Welcome to this series~! Thanks for staying and having an interest!! No worries~ Taking care of myself~~ (I've stopped request cause of an incident, but I'm getting to the ones from before. Most likely it'll be open in May)

Anyways~ Your ideas.

Charlie can't harm Reader/you in any way. She may be Lucifer's daughter, but (as of season 1) she doesn't have angelic powers. That is your one weakness and possible method of harm and death. Otherwise, you can't be harmed or killed under any other power or circumstance.

You'll understand when Part 7 comes out.

As for your relationship with Charlie. Yeah, you see her as a niece of sorts. You did consider being her mentor like you did with Lucifer, but you don't see her as mature enough or needing your guidance that strongly.

Remember in Rosie and Alastor's bit in "Ready for This"?

They're dancing along They're singing her song Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along She's bound to pass the test as princess of Hell Like her daddy, she is madly power-fell She's filled with potential that I could guide I concur! Stick with her, you'll be on the winning side

Now notice the part where Alastor and Rosie smile together. "Pass the test", what test? In the show, it could be dismissed, but in this series, no no, there's meaning. Rosie and Alastor, as well as other Overlords, will see a lot of challenges or tricky situations as tests set by you to prove worthiness and capability. Overlords are aware that you raised Lucifer to where he is now, so they step back when it comes to matters of the Morningstar family. Vox stating that he has to avoid Alastor making a deal with Charlie and Zestial asking why Alastor is with Charlie is a sign that they are being cautious so as not to interfer with any possible plans of yours.

No doubt, Charlie is powerful. But to you, she is nothing because she doesn't have angelic powers to counter you. Overlord acknowledges that Charlie is the next in line, but they observe to see if you'll be bring her to the throne or by her own powers. So far, it's all on her own without any interference or help from you. Alastor and Rosie sticking to Charlie to be on the winning side implies your favour and attention. If they were to support Charlie who is from royalty, you are bound to praise them. Part 4 proves it when Carmilla, Rosie, and Alastor were all rewarded, while the Vees that watched it all was punished, and Zestial and Zeezi the neutral parties were left untouched.

Say, Charlie or someone else did accidentially or purposely attacked you. It's like ants walking on your arm to you. You just brush it off.

"Oh, I felt an itch."

You'd be confused as to why Charlie is apologizing cause nothing harmed you, and your clothes were slowly reforming under Alastor's coat that he immediately dapped on your shoulders. Alastor explained and you laughed, patting Charlie's head, you'll tell her to train more and hope to give you a massage.

Ah, the bit about you disappearing. You have little to no public image or presence to the sinners in Hell. Only the Hellborns know of you and they keep themselves because of it. You don't appear much to your Overlords as well. So when you say 'disappear', you'd be implying that you are gone for like 15+ years to cause something to happen.

If that happens, Charlie isn't getting respect, she's getting a full-out war from all the Overlords and their army directed at her without mercy. The other Rings would have heard of it as well, and the Sins are aware of your affiliation with the Overlords, they were your personal army (in a way). So, to see them move against the heir to the throne like that and hear that Charlie's the reason for your disappearance? The Sins will join in on the fight. There'd be a rebellion on hand and the Morningstars will be dethroned to nothing.

After that, your presence will be announced to all of Hell, and you will be back on the throne. No one will take your place again. Before, the Sins agreed to let Lucifer rule because you told them you'd rule from the shadows like a mastermind. But the moment one of them (Lucifer, Lilith, or Charlie) bites the hand that fed them accidentally or on purpose, then no way will the Sins let this slide.

No matter how docile the Overlords and Sins are to the King, Queen, and Princess of Hell right now, their allegiance is to you, the true Ruler of Hell, first and foremost. Nothing changes that.

Wait till Part 7 comes out. You'll see what I mean when I say you're quite OP.

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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im 100% gonna assume tumblr ate this ask, or maybe you didn't wanna do it, if not then obvi that's your choice but! i went skating on the 6th- yes I'm still thinking about this- for my baby cousin's birthday and I could not stop thinking about sev with a skating reader

maybe sev has never rollerskated a day in her life, maybe she's already good at it, but ik for sure that once she was good at it she and reader would be that skating couple that be at the rink basically slow grinding around the floor (idk if that happens like... outside of the hood??? but yk like the old heads that be line dancing but in skate, there's the younger or like new adults that be skating all sexy like and shit)

maybe reader works at the skating rink or something and sev comes there regularly on her off days idfk but I need a rollerskating couple reader/sev omggggggg

THIS IS SO .... mARS THIS IS SO CUTE

men and minors dni

sevika can't skate for SHIT

the first time you take her to a rink, she's all cocky. she's seen the videos of couples dancing around the rink, and you took her to a nighttime session-- no kids allowed-- she knows what's coming.

what she doesn't know is that skating's not just something she can pick up like that.

so you're circling her, twirling around in excitement as she laces up, and she stands, thrilled to finally get to grind on you.

and she abruptly eats major shit.

like, legs flailing in the air, ass hitting the ground, completely wipes out.

of course, you start cracking up. she's fine, she's not bleeding or anything, so you have nothing to be worried about (except maybe dying from oxygen deprivation from how hard you're laughing.)

and sevika's on the ground like :O

like she had no idea that skates would be so... slidey.

eventually, you catch your breath, and sevika gets on all fours, slowly pulling herself to standing.

you help her to the rink, and she's literally shaking the entire time. she's got one hand on the wall, one hand on your shoulder, gripping onto you like her life depends on it.

and people and couples are gliding past you as you help sevika slowly slowly circle the ring, and she gets so fucking pissed off and embarrassed because "they make it look so fucking easy!"

if you try to let go of her to do a little lap, she'll freak out, grabbing onto you with both hands and screaming while you pull her away from the wall. she's so dramatic.

anyways, the night is full of sevika pouting as you slowly try to teach her how to move. she's stubborn and clumsy and stiff as shit, and she keeps on falling onto her ass.

you have to keep pressing kisses to her face, pinning her against the tiny half wall and kissing away her pout until she's ready to go for another round.

"this is no fucking fun." she mumbles, pouting.

"this is the best date we've had in months!" you say, giggling against her mouth. she groans.

"that's just 'cause you like seeing me eat shit." she complains. you giggle.

"it's just funny sev! my big tough muscly girlfriend can't skate!" you say. she huffs, and you lean forward to kiss her again. "you know, there's a bar here... and we can always just grind on the carpet." you say. sevika's pout lessens, a little interest sparking in her eye, and you giggle. "but!" you say, and she groans. "you have to promise to come back with me for a few more weeks." you say.

"no fuckin' way!" she cries. you laugh.

"you'll get better if you keep practicing!" you say. she rolls her eyes. "plus, then we can grind like they are." you say, nodding to an old couple who've been running laps around the two of you all night. the old man's got his hands on his lady's hips, and she's got a grin on her face as they skate to the rhythm of the music, occasionally twirling around to press kisses to each other's lips. sevika sighs, admiring the sweet couple, before she looks back at you.

"are there butt pads or somethin' i can wear next time?" she asks. you grin.

"we'll put you in four pairs of boxers-- it'll pad your falls." you say. sevika sighs and then smiles.

"fine. take me to the fuckin' bar." she says. you grin and start slowly skating sevika toward the exit of the rink.

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munsster · 2 years

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i’m so glad u want to start writing for keys i feel like he’s pretty underrated on here </3 maybe something where him and reader have interacted a lot in the game and one recognizes the other’s voice in real life in public? idk i think that would be really cute! x

free life on earth

A/N: listennnn i consumed every tumblr fic i could find of him in one night and decided there was not enough nor will there ever be.

Pairing: Walter “Keys” McKey x GN!Reader

Summary: He thought he was just out getting coffee. But then he bumped into his cyber crush. 2.1k words.

Warnings: fluff, meet (?) cute, you know i had to put this in a coffeeshop, shamelessly awkward flirting, mutual pining, a teensy little accident kiss (unless…), cursing

He was fascinated. From the very beginning, despite how cliché and theatrical it sounds; he swore up and down he'd never go all puppy-dog-eyed again. And then you let out a whip of deafening expletives, and he swan dove right into a new obsession.

But saying obsession seemed too intense and creepy, so he's been calling it his online thing like it's a business meeting. Like he's not lovesick and doting and you have no idea he's worming himself around your little finger.

"You've gotta be—Keys! Don't fucking throw that while I'm standing right here."

The laugh rips out of him and jolts him back in his chair. To think that the limited amount of time he spends not working on this godforsaken game he happens to spend playing the game. He must have something wrong with him. He drops the flashbang back into his inventory and scuttles over to your crouched avatar.

"Sometimes I wonder why they let you graduate," you poke, swiveling in circles in the wavering shade of a big tree, blank eyes staring up at the sky.

"Hey, if I didn't graduate, we never would've met."

You chuckle. "Oh, Keys, life would be so horrible without you"—you click your tongue and your avatar's knees straighten, and his heart shouldn't skip a beat the way it does with your digital face this close to his—"because I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk all day and talk to a stranger on the internet."

"A handsome stranger," he teases.

"I'm logging off."

"Wait—"

"Nope!"

"Come on," he whines, "you know you love me."

Curse him with that sometimes confidence and all-the-time charm. And maybe that's the one thing you don't know. He smoked you out just to get at you while unassuming and lovely. You blink hard just to realize you've gone a little blurry, and the sun slices through your blinds and glares against your monitor.

"Is it light where you are?" you mumble, a songbird cooing and flapping away outside your window. His character goes still, no longer shuffling across the grass, just still. Strands of his hair animated to flow. It makes you smirk every time you think of it.

"Yeah, think so. Geez—"

"What if I was a stalker? Now I know the sun is up for you. That eliminates like... a lot of places," you say, very proudly and kind of worried. You don't rest well as it is, and now this boy might be giving out his address to random users.

"Okay, but is the sun rising or setting?"

"...Maybe it's neither," you hum.

"Maybe it's both."

It takes a second for him to laugh, and he's crazy but it's contagious. You shake your head and press your face into your palms to muffle a soft laugh. Hoping he doesn't hear you humor him. But you do, and he does.

"You're delirious, go have caffeine," you huff, definitely smiling, even with your jaw aching from wearing a headset for much too long. But you're sure the tightness in your neck is worth it when he hums softly and rustles with something on his desk.

"No," he whines, spamming the space bar, sending his character hopping down the grassy slope of the park's small hill. He sighs. "Alright, fine. Didn't feel like staying online anyway."

"Oh, hush, it'll be good for you. Plus, I gotta head out, and I don't want you missing me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, "but you better be on tonight."

"C'mon, baby, you know me," you say, head lulling to the side as he sprints back up the hill just to slip down once he's halfway there. He must be too tired to think about it. Because you've called him that once before, and it sent him reeling. He's glad the game wasn't designed for webcam gameplay. Not only would that be nightmarish, but you would immediately catch him beet red and fidgety.

He yawns.

"Alright, see ya."

You chirp something nice into his ear. Like a goodbye, but you'd never say it. He powers his desktop down and throws on a crewneck before heading a couple blocks north, hands shoved in his pockets the whole way. Head incessant with the thought of you. Even if he could stop it, he wouldn't. If you'd stay holed up in his noggin until the next supernova, he'd be satisfied. And the coffee shop is sticky and warm when he steps in from the chill.

But something makes him smile. Only a few tables have anybody seated there: mostly couples. Except, there's one person sitting alone. Occupying the table closest to the register, scarf draped over the back of the oaky chair, fingertips patting along a dim phone screen.

"Morning, two sugars," the barista chirps, "the usual?"

Keys hisses in a deep breath, eyes flicking over the extensive, swirly-lettered menu.

"You know what—?"

"Aw, break my heart, man—don't tell me you're switching it up on me now."

Keys chuckles with a shrug, "what can I say? I'm a sucker for a limited time offer. Gimme one of those seasonal drinks.”

"That's it, no more discounts for you," he huffs, already scribbling 'Keys' and a pouty face across the side of a bright orange cup.

"You were giving me a discount?"

"Keys," a soft voice chirps. And it's not something he could've imagined if he tried, because it sounds like you, and maybe this is some wishful thinking hat trick, but he turns to the side. And there you are. Arm perched on the back of the chair, torso twisted around to peer up at him. And he peers back. It's you. Wide-eyed and grinning.

"Hi," he pants, "it's you."

Your chair scrapes across the wood flooring, and you get real close to him like you're still not sure this is real life and not a simulator. Or you accidentally signed up for a drug-induced sleep study, and this is the desired, coma-adjacent lucid dream.

"In the flesh." You scoff, hands on your hips. He wonders if you're letting him look at you. It's a little perverted, but he's in denial, watching your mouth and the way it's so different from your in-game avatar. "I was hoping... I mean, I wanted it to be you. You sound like you."

He nods. And his hair flops into his face. Hides his soft pink forehead and the line between his furrowed brows.

"You're... taller than I thought you'd be. And you wear glasses," you say, lifting your hand like you're about to touch him. It makes him happy. He knows you—he's known you exclusively by your code and the sound of your voice, and yet your first instinct was to reach for him. And even though you drop your hand and glance away, he smiles.

"Disappointed?" he teases like he's expecting the rejection. Like you'll laugh and tell him to scram because yes, he's not what you had imagined. Maybe you had imagined him to perfection and doomed him in the process.

But you shake your head.

Decisively, a serious conclusion, borderline frowning at the sentiment. How could you be disappointed after spending days upon days doing absolutely nothing and everything with him. Just him.

You sigh, "You techies are always a wild card. To be honest, I'm just glad you're not a serial killer."

He chuckles and takes a deep breath. Letting it buzz through him because by some miracle, you're glad.

"I take it my dashing looks are just an added bonus," he huffs, raising his brows, but out of the corner of his eye, you smile. You don't laugh, but you smile. Brightly, too, sincere in the creases by your tired eyes.

"Toffee latte for... Keys?"

He scratches the back of his neck when you look away, feeling like he's sweating buckets all over the polished floor. Then you look back at him, lips only parted for a breath, mouth quirked. You look cute. Like he couldn't have imagined you sweeter. He just knows you're gonna leave him all syrupy and stuck on you after this.

"So... d'you—"

"Keys! Latte for Keys?"

"I think that might be you," you tease, nodding over to the pick up window with a grin.

"Oh. Oh, right!"

He hurries over to the disgruntled employee, grabbing his coffee and a couple of napkins and a stopper between his teeth before popping it into the lid. When he turns back around, you're not there. And his heart sinks. Frantic, he cranes his neck, spinning dizzily before catching your wave and the bell above the door. And you duck outside.

The cold smacks him into reality. It’s terrifying the way you look back at him with a smile because he’s been thinking about it since the day he first heard your voice. And now you’re letting him catch up to you, walking backwards with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Sorry for ditching. It was kinda stuffy in there—"

He chuckles, suddenly shy with the way you look right through him. And you’re right. Everything’s clearer. Crisp and frosty, but it’ll melt away with the sun.

"No, yeah, it's totally..." he huffs, "I know."

"Good, 'cause I was hoping you'd walk me home."

He shudders, not knowing whether it's the cold or the way you're so sure of him. Even with sweat rolling down his back. He doesn’t think he’ll make it as far as you plan on taking him. Not after you've flattered him enough to lay him bare on the sidewalk.

“You live around here?”

“‘Course I do. I’m not about to drive fifteen minutes for a cup of coffee,” you grumble, skipping over the cracked pavement where weeds sprout up into teensy yellow flowers. Then the toe of your show catches a jilted and offset curb, sending you teetering forward.

“Woah”—Keys catches you by the hand, too focused on the way your fingertips find their way to his, slotting down hard and curling. “I gotcha.”

“Pssh,” you scoff, tugging him close as an excuse to catch you breath. Only, you’re in the middle of the sidewalk and a biker wheels by with a groan. “White knight.”

“I prefer the term gentleman, but whatever floats your boat.”

You stick your tongue out at him when he takes a swig of his coffee and flinches away from it, fingers clenching around your knuckles.

“Hot?”

“Burning.”

“Thanks,” you say with a wink. And his tongue isn’t the only thing burning when it settles into his ears and nose.

“So, are you nearby, or…?”

“Oh! Yeah, this is my building.” You thrust a thumb over your shoulder and yeah, he’s hooked. So hooked he doesn’t realize you’re less than a block up the road from his building. He doesn’t realize he could have been yours. He could be yours, but he’s too hooked.

“Shit. Then I guess this is goodbye.” He leers up at the art deco apartment complex with a squint. Kind of disappointed before he realizes his palm is damp pressed to yours. Suffocating into the space you give him when he scuffs against the rough concrete.

“Guess so.” The sunlight beams from between the strands of his mussed hair, catching the rim of his lenses, and rendering you in awe. “At least we have the game.”

He scoffs. “We’ll always have the game.”

You shrug and tap the bottom edge of his cup. “And you’ll always have this.” Your finger traces the digits and dashes along until they’re dotted off with a heart. “Definitely didn’t slip him ten bucks for that.”

“You’re pretty desperate, huh?”

You smile. “Yup.” You squeeze his hand and tug him close to kiss the supple place his cheek dimples just slightly when he smiles. And he shifts a little. On accident. But suddenly, your mouth is pressed to the corner of his, and he’s short-circuiting when you pull away. “Sorry!”

“It’s… it’s okay, I’m not—I don’t mind,” he sputters and you laugh despite yourself, “Really, don’t worry about it, I mean, I’m not worried, it’s not a big deal, I just—”

You kiss him again. In front of the steps of your apartment building, holding his hand, and boiling him up inside. He can’t help but smile when you tongue at his bottom lip and drop his hand in favor of his waist. He thinks only you’d be so delicate with him. After all, it’s you. And when you pull away, his mouth is a little pink and a little slobbery, and you swipe your thumb across his chin.

“You better call that number,” you warn. He smirks.

“Beats talking to strangers on the internet.”

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xxlady-lunaxx · 27 days

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I love you; I don't | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst? It's not bad but there's no fluff lmfao

Note: Spoilers<33

A little UzuRen mention

Idk but when I tell people my oneshot ideas somehow they always make me get angst ideas from what they say abt it, my sister told me i should end this in angst 🫡

btw the part 2:

part 2

×××

"Tomioka."

Giyuu turned at his name, tilting his head at the Wind Hashira who stood there, his arms cross and eyes averted.

"Yes?"

Sanemi bit his lip, as if contemplating his life choices. "I like you. Romantically."

Giyuu gave a start, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing. "What?!"

"That's what I said," Sanemi snapped, embarrassed. He looked up, glaring at Giyuu through his bangs. "Do... you want to go out??"

"I... I-" Giyuu was at loss for words and his mouth opened and closed several times.

"Take your time," Sanemi said, rolling his eyes.

Giyuu looked down. He wanted to say yes, really, he did. But. But, if he dated Sanemi, he would end up losing him. It wasn't like he could protect Sanemi—one, Sanemi was at the same level (if maybe less or more) of strength as him, and two, he would never let himself be protected, really. Which just increased the chance of losing him, paired with the fact that they were both Hashira and were always sent on missions that were considerably harder. Dating Sanemi would only make Giyuu grow fonder and closer to him, which would make the loss... a thousand times more devestating. So...

"I'm... sorry, Shinazugawa," Giyuu whispered. "I... can't."

Sanemi blinked, speechless for a second, before nodding rapidly. "It's fine. Alright. See you around." Then he turned and seemingly disappeared.

Giyuu sighed, raking a hand through his hair. He felt bad but... he'd feel worse if he lost Sanemi. Which was practically destined to happen if he had accepted, given his luck. People seemed to die away like flower petals on a picked rose when they got close to Giyuu.

×××

"I don't fucking know! It's like... I was getting mixed signals, it's just... Fuck," Sanemi groaned, banging his head on the table. "But he said no. And now there's not fucking way I can show my face to him again."

Obanai sighed. "We should go somewhere else, people are staring," he said.

"Right..." Sanemi grumbled, standing. "Let's go to an ocean so I can drown myself."

Obanai rolled his eyes and stood, grabbing Sanemi by the wrist and pulling him down a road. "Walk, bitch. We'll go find a place we can train so you can let off some steam."

"Mm."

After Sanemi got ahold of himself, the two walked down the path side by side in silence. Obanai spoke up after a couple minutes.

"Just forget about Tomioka. It won't happen in a flash but... try? If he said no he probably means no and he's just stupid for acting like he likes you then rejecting you. For all we know he might not be into men. I don't know, just try leveling your own feelings with his and see what you can get from it. But... yeah, I would ignore Tomioka too," Obanai said, glancing at Sanemi. "It's not like you two talk much in the first place, so it'll be fine."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Comforting. But, I guess. I'd prefer just to not think about him, to be honest."

"That too," the ravenette said, nodding. "Anyways, relationship are tedious things when you're a Hashira. Or just in the Demon Slayer Corps, period."

"Mm. And yet we have Uzui—in the Demon Slayer Corps, a Hashira—somehow married. To three people. And you can't convince me otherwise that he doesn't have his eyes set on Rengoku too," Sanemi said, scoffing.

Obanai laughed. "He's just built like that. The little fuck is more interested in romance than saving people's lives."

"Eh, wouldn't we be too if demons didn't exist?" Sanemi asked, crossing his arms.

"Fair point. Or not. I don't know if I'd exist if demons didnt," Obanai murmured thoughtfully.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"...Right."

"...Back to Tomioka," Obanai said, quickening his pace.

"No, not back to him. There should be a clearing up ahead, wanna spar?" Sanemi offered, unsheathing his katana.

"Bet. Loser has to buy the other something?" Obanai proposed, grinning.

"Count your money, I want ohagi," Sanemi said, racing ahead of him.

"HEY-"

×××

Years had past—yes, years—and Muzan was killed and Hashira were lost. Amongst the living Hashira were Giyuu and Sanemi. Tengen, as well, although he had retired a couple months before. And now that there was no obvious constant threat on their lives, they could live more freely, think more freely.

Paired with the knowledge of when they would die, Giyuu felt as if he could act upon whatever he wanted to. Befriend whom he liked, grow closer to those he wanted to. Somehow, throughout the years, he had loved Sanemi all the same. The feeling had wavered sometimes, but would come back in full bloom only a few weeks later. Since he no longer felt as if he would lose someone immediately because of himself, he decided to tell Sanemi of this.

So, one day, he sent a crow to Sanemi, asking if they could meet together, maybe eat lunch. The letter was messily written as his dominant(is he right-handed?) hand was gone, but he hoped that Sanemi would be able to read it alright.

Luckily, he seemed to have been able to, as he arrived at noon at the park Giyuu had invited him to. The two had both brought their own lunches and quickly found a place to sit and eat. It was quiet for a moment as the two got their bearings together. The weather was nice, warm with a light breeze, and there was a soft scent of sakura flowers in the air.

Giyuu ate clumsily, not yet used to using his left hand as he struggled with his chopsticks.

Sanemi tilted his head towards him, an amused smirk growing on his face. "You eat messier than Rengoku."

Giyuu huffed. "I'm trying!"

"Mhm. What did you me to come here for? Just to eat?" Sanemi asked, putting down his chopsticks.

"Ah. You know when... you said that you liked me?" Giyuu said hesitantly.

"Well fuck, going right in. Yes. I don't want to remember that," Sanemi said pointedly, sighing.

Giyuu gave him a small, lopsided smile. "Alright. Well, I told you 'no,' not because I didn't like you, but because I didn't want to lose you. You understand, yes? I'm sorry... for that. And for not explaining. I just... panicked. I didn't want to risk losing you, then blaming myself forever," he murmured.

Sanemi stared at him. "That's... Fuck you," he said, grumbling.

Giyuu sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you telling me this now, though??" Sanemi asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's really out of the blue."

"Ah... About that," Giyuu said, his voice lowering. "So..."

"Hm?"

"About what I said, that I said no, not because I disliked you? Well. Well, I did like you. I... do," Giyuu mumbled. "I like you." He cast his eyes down as he waited for a response. When he didn't get any, he looked back up at Sanemi.

Sanemi looked hesitant, his eyes down at his food on his lap.

"What's wrong?" Giyuu asked curiously.

"I just..." He trailed off, his eyes meeting Giyuu's. "I don't like you like that anymore. I stopped, after a while. I figured I had no chance, so..."

Giyuu blinked. God. Of course. He should've expected this. "Oh."

"Sorry," Sanemi murmured.

Giyuu shook his head, forcing a smile. "No, no, like you said before, it's alright. It's fine. You don't have to apologize, it's completely my fault. Uhm... I have to go now, I just remembered I promised to meet Tanjiro later, see you around..." he said, fumbling with his food and standing, quickly rushing off.

"TOMIOKA-" Sanemi shouted, his food falling to the floor as he stood.

Giyuu didn't look back, pressing a hand to his mouth to stop a sob that threatened to spill out. He should've expected this. There was no way in hell Sanemi would've stayed in love after years, it was a miracle he'd loved him in the first place. Of course.

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mulletmitsuya · 1 year

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Toman groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia (as a joke), and one poop mention

Desc: the boys are trying to find out how cat boys defecate

Mikey: it doesn't matter

Mikey: if Kazutora was a real cat boy he would shit in a litter box

Mikey: that's all i'm saying🤷‍♂️

Baji: don't say that then tf??

Mitsuya: usually i don't ask but this seemed unprovoked

Mitsuya: what are you guys talking about

Mitsuya: i'm gonna regret asking this tbh

Kazutora: i shit in the toilet just fine thank you

Kazutora: and i never claimed to be a cat boy😭. i'm just a boy that loves cats

Mikey: you said, and i quote "yeah i think i'm a catboy"

Mikey: fucking slut

Draken: then leave him alone? like what's the issue

Mikey: oh here comes sensible Ken-chin to save the day with his common sense that will most likely save hours of arguing🙄

Draken: 😐

Kazutora: ok fine maybe i said that but i didn't mean it like that. i meant i was a boy who also happened to like cats. Mikey you aren't listening to me

Kazutora: also why am i a slut???

Chifuyu: i mean

Kazutora: bro??

Chifuyu: no i'm joking lol

Baji: he's not

Mikey: it's your waist

Mikey: and your piercings

Mikey: you're a literal whore

Draken: Mikey

Draken: shut the fuck up

Baji: go fuck his sister to spite him

Draken: dude

Draken: can you ever be normal

Baji: nah

Kazutora: nothing's wrong with my waist?

Baji: you wear crop tops sometimes

Mikey: and your twink like, feminine like, small torso tempts those around you

Baji: don't get me started on those nipple piercing bruh, had me creaming all over the place

Mikey: chill😕

Mitsuya: of course

Mitsuya: of course this is an argument you guys are having

Kazutora: I'M JUST STANDING HERE???

Chifuyu: yeah guys leave him alone

Baji: are you typing with both hands? 🤨

Chifuyu: yes????

Chifuyu: 😭

Smiley: these damned homosexuals bruh

Smiley: sorry thought i was dming Angry

Angry: homosexuals are fine!

Angry: Smiley's homophobic, not me

Angry: please keep that in mind

Angry: i was going to reply with something along the lines "well i like gay people because they slay"

Kazutora: idk man i just feel like i'm being attacked for no reason

Mikey: stop being slutty then!

Baji: only be slutty in our apartment bro

Baji: problem solved 👍

Mikey: wait

Mikey: bro chill i was joking

Mikey: dress anyway you like fr

Draken: don't listen to them Kazutora, they're all delusional

Kazutora: ok...

Kazutora: i am a boy that likes cats and that is all

Hakkai: sorry to interrupt

Hakkai: but does that mean that Inupi's a dog boy

Koko: puppy boy in particular

Angry: bro came out of nowhere

Mikey: lol

Mikey: came out

Mikey: get it

Mikey: cause he's gay

Angry: i believe it's bi

Kazutora: i don't think it's gay to think Inupi's hot

Mikey: why not

Kazutora: he's pretty like a girl

Mikey: he has a dick and balls

Kazutora: ok fine 🙁

Smiley: koko and inupi

Smiley: they're the gays i hate the most tbh

Draken: dude can u stop 🤨

Smiley: no

Smiley: watch me tell Emma you're half gay

Draken: she knows mf😐

Smiley: i wanna call you guys a homophobic slur so bad rn

Kazutora: dude you can't do that

Kazutora: it'll hurt Baji's feelings

Baji: nah i'll just beat his ass

Kazutora: lol cause you're gay

Baji: ...

Baji: yeah?

Kazutora: what?

Baji: yeah? cause i like dudes?

Kazutora: ...

Kazutora: 😯

Baji: ain't no way bruh

Mikey: Tora you fucking idiot man

Draken: L

Kazutora: what'd i do???

Baji: did u think me being attracted to men was a joke

Kazutora: yes...

Kazutora: it's not??

Chifuyu: 😟

Baji: so all the times i physically grabbed your ass...that didn't ring a bell?

Mikey: or the times he stared deeply into your eyes and told you he loved you

Kazutora: i thought you were being sus with the homies

Baji: c'mon man

Baji: bro this isn't even funny

Baji: i thought we had smth fr

Mikey:

Mikey: Kazutora rn lol

Chifuyu: 💀

Draken: lmao

Smiley: Draken chuckled ☺

Smiley: he found the joke funny🤣🤣🤣🤣

Draken: let's go outside

Smiley: nah bruh you gon beat my ass

Kazutora: Baji let's talk bruh

Angry: he emphasized the 'bruh' which means he doesn't have romantic feelings for you

Angry: sorry Baji

Baji: fuck off megamind pubes head ass

Mikey:

Mikey: Baji rn

Baji: i'm gonna shove a cactus in every crevice of you body

Mikey: bro's mad

Baji: ayt

*Baji has gone offline*

Mikey: bro thinks i'm scared

Draken: why r you trying to find a place to hide

Mikey: i'm just looking for my phone

Draken: ...alr

Draken: ...

Mitsuya: what

Draken: Baji

Draken: where'd you get a cactus that big that fast?????

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 months

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Ya know what's so hot to me? When someone is getting fatter and like, sure their belly is a little bigger but they're at a point where 5 or 10 lbs isn't v noticable

But then one day it's like you blink and suddenly their face is full of fat, all rounded out and puffy, cheeks full and jowls hanging, their little double chin now just a spare tire around their neck. And it's not just their face that blows up, but their arms thicken and their legs get fat (maybe start to get so big that they take on those less than human shapes, the lumpy pockets of fat that make it hard for them to waddle) and shit, even their ankles and feet get visibly fatter! And their feeder goes nuts for it and starts to stuff them in earnest, leading to faster and faster gains until eventually they're too big to do much but eat and breathe heavily from the exertion of chewing

Idk about you but I'm picturing Bucky as the pile of lard here, but whoever works!!

This is the SHIT. YES.

But, somehow, I went less pile-of-lard and more muscle-chub for this idea? So, I hope you still enjoy it because I just took the inspiration you gave me of Bucky not realizing how much he's gained and ran 🥺🥺

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink under the cut, you know the drill. Warnings for weight gain, off-screen stuffing, size comparison, numbers/scales (but I'm not that good at estimating pounds and comparing it to visuals, lol)

I'd like to imagine that this happens with Bucky and Steve in a long-distance relationship. Probably skinny Steve and beefy Bucky. Steve has moved out to the West Coast for more opportunities in art school, then eventually in his art career, pursuing architecture because of his passion for drawing marrying with his intelligence. He's good with numbers, like really good. He's obsessed with numbers. Meanwhile, Bucky is back in New York, hanging around Brooklyn for longer, maybe taking a gap year, but nevertheless, he ends up with the freshman fifteen. More than the freshman fifteen because he knows his boyfriend's dirty secret -

His boyfriend likes how much bigger he is than him.

And he wants him even bigger.

Thicker. Fatter. Heavier.

So, Bucky thinks what the hell, he's not gonna stop lifting, he enjoys working out too much to quit, but he doesn't love watching what he eats. He's always had a sweet tooth anyway. And his whole life he's had this clinging baby fat, even at the top of his gym game, he's never had perfectly cut abs. His middle is always a little thicker - soft and cushy, just like Steve likes him. So, while Steve takes his time getting settled on the other coast, just for a year, maybe two, before Bucky comes out and joins him, Bucky will drop his diet and eat whatever the hell he wants. It'll be like a dirty bulk. It'll be great! He won't have to pay attention so much, policing himself. He can let go. Then, at the end of his little experiment, he'll surprise his puny [affectionate] boyfriend by being even heavier the next time he sees him, squishing him further into the mattress the next time he gets to fuck him. (For how much it scares Bucky to death to hear him rasp, on the edge of another asthma attack, it's strangely exhilarating to hear him gasp and squirm underneath him, knowing that it's nothing to be worried about, it's just his little pervert clinging to him with freezing cold hands, begging for more because he can take it.)

How much weight could he possibly gain anyway? It's just a year, Bucky talks himself into it further, he'll still be working out, too. It's totally possible that nothing will change at all, so he might as well keep it a secret from Steve in case it doesn't work. If it does work, then it's just a kinky surprise. Couples do that shit all the time. This is actually so normal the more he thinks about it. It's fine!

Here's the thing, though -

Steve knows that Bucky knows about his preferences - Bucky knows everything about him, perhaps even too much - but poor Steve can't talk about what he likes without getting horribly embarrassed, turning into a blushing and stammering mess. So, they don't talk about it. Instead, Steve has to watch through FaceTime as Bucky's cheeks get fluffier and rounder month by month. At first, Steve's pretty sure he's just too tired from school and his internship anyway, he's hallucinating. It can't be real. He's not seeing Bucky right. All Bucky does is work out! He wouldn't put on weight. Especially not when he eats depressingly boring. Always carefully planning bland meals to fuel all of his big, hard muscles, Muscles that do make Steve want to climb him like a tree, of course, but there is something about big softness that really makes Steve's mouth water. He can't get enough of it. When he sees a big, muscle-bound guy who's softened by a little too many sweet treats, God, Steve's eyes can't help but follow him until he's out of sight. All the space they take up. Massive. Huge. Soft. Yeah. Bucky is HUGE and he is soft and sweet, emotionally, but he's not soft physically. And it's fine! He doesn't have to be! It's his body!

Steve thinks himself in circles, tiring himself out until he falls asleep listening to Bucky talk about his day, fantasizing about his seemingly fuller cheeks, until...

During one of their nightly calls, Steve opens his big, stupid mouth accidentally. Much less a conversation about it - whatever it is - and more an admission.

It happens in the middle of Bucky talking about going to lunch with one of his gym buddies, Sam, and how much more of a pain in the ass he was today than usual, pestering Bucky about what he's been doing differently lately in the gym and out of it, prodding him, insisting that Bucky must be missing Steve more than he can admit... and using it as an excuse to tell Steve how much he does miss him. And Steve starts thinking too hard, does Bucky miss him more than he realizes? Steve's heart starts beating faster all of a sudden, is he not seeing things? Has Bucky been eating his feelings? Has Bucky been missing sessions with Sam to sit on the couch and mope instead? Has he gained weight? Is it possible?

"Have you weighed yourself recently, Buck?" Steve lets slip, sounding eager enough that even though they both know about Steve's not-so-secret, dirty secret, Steve feels heat on his face. One look at his reflection in his phone and his suspicions are confirmed. Great, now he's blushing about blushing. Way to be subtle, dumbass, he thinks. It's only been eight months. How much weight could he have put on? How many sessions would he have to miss? Oh, Jesus, how much would he have to eat? What does he do when he's not on FaceTime with Steve? What about when he's not texting him? Steve's imagination is running wild, imagining his big, big boyfriend even bigger, sitting in the recliner in the apartment they picked out together, his thighs spread as wide as the comfy chair will allow, his whole body sprawled out, made to look even thicker from sitting down and spreading. He always looks so biteable like that. His legs. God. And if he's put on enough weight for his face to get chubby... his belly is probably beginning to dome out as he shoves junk food down his throat. It might even be round when he's not eating!

Steve just about whimpers out loud thinking about his big boyfriend going to town on a punching bag, throwing his weight into it, shirtless with his meaty pecs and new belly jiggling. 😫😫

"Eh," Bucky shrugs one shoulder - is it possible that his shoulders are even bigger? Wider? Steve's breathing speeds up, this is NOT helping him stay focused and unembarrassed - "maybe, but I don't know if I believe the scales at the gym anymore. I think they're broken."

"Wha-why not?" Steve sputters, he can feel himself turning from pink to red.

"Well," Bucky drawls, his dimples popping as he grins charmingly at Steve through the camera, "'cause-" unceremoniously he stands up, backing away from his phone where it's propped up on his desk and Steve's jaw drops. "-the scale at the gym said I gained another twenty pounds but-" he turns around, chuckling at himself as he looks over his shoulder, looking at his own body as he poses obnoxiously like a body builder more than he's looking at Steve even as he gives his boyfriend a mouth-watering view of his thick ass and suddenly dimpled thighs.

Jesus wept.

His body is suddenly straining against his compression shorts, normally he wears them under his basketball shorts for working out, but his loose (are they still loose?) shorts aren't anywhere to be seen. Instead, all Steve can see is his thick, so fucking thick thighs under his dump truck ass and the seams of his compression shorts that look poised to rip apart like tissue paper.

"-I have no idea where it coulda gone?"

Bucky turns back around and pinches his hip which is much, much wider and softer than Steve remembers (and he remembers those hips well, he remembers digging his fingertips into them while being fucked, he remembers squeezing his thighs around his waist also while getting fucked, he remembers - okay, he's getting distracted). Bucky is fucking pinching his hip, using his fingers like he might use a pair of calipers to measure his body fat percentage. There's a lot of body fat. So much so that it's making Steve sweat like he's watching his boyfriend strip over FaceTime instead of just squeezing his own flesh.

"Whaddya think, Stevie?" He looks up, eyes wide, lips poised in a soft pout as his voice keeps up that familiar Brooklyn drawl, "does it look like I put on another twenty?"

Steve's brain is spinning like tires against the asphalt, smoke pouring out of his ears. "A-another!?" He sputters.

"See?" Bucky responds, patting his tummy, satisfied by assuming that Steve agrees that he doesn't know where all that weight has gone rather than the evidence being written all over him. His thick thighs that don't just sometimes brush past each other but rub against one another as he swaggers back toward the camera, half naked in their apartment, his chubby belly that's beginning to hide the waistband of his compression shorts, his compression shorts that look like they're cutting off his circulation, digging so deep into the plushness that's settled on top of all his muscle, his wide hips that are honest-to-God love handles now, his fuller pecs that are capped with stretched, pink nipples, his shoulders that still look too wide for Steve to wrap his arms around but are just even wider, sloped gently with fat, and, of fucking course, the hints of stretch marks that are beginning to settle on his sides. Steve can see exactly where every pound has gone.

"I would know if I had put on almost eighty pounds, especially in eight months-!"

Bucky is still talking, but Steve is lost, all but drooling over him, not too far off from interrupting him to tell him to put the phone back fucking down so he can see more than his chubby pecs, double chin, and soft cheeks. He wants the full effect now that he knows what's just out of frame.

"-I'd notice it! And right now, all I notice is this-" he grunts attractively, moving the camera so Steve can have an eyeful of his flexing right arm rather than his face. Which, guh, yeah, does look huge. He looks like he's put on more muscle underneath the fat he's added to his frame. But... when he moves his arm, bringing it in close to his body rather than out next to him in a straight line from his shoulder, Steve fully loses whatever point Bucky was trying to make about how big, in terms of muscles, he looks. Because. His arm is right next to his rounding-out belly, something that looks, honestly, more like a gut right now, Steve can't form words. All he can do is moan.

(Steve fucking wakes up in the middle of the night after Bucky talks him to completion, having the hottest phone sex of their lives, sweating, only just understanding what it all means. He's so big that he didn't fucking notice that he gained twenty pounds. Twenty pounds. He's gotten so big that twenty pounds isn't noticeable, he's so unaware that he doesn't know, so... he's definitely going to keep gaining, he's not going to change, he doesn't know. Fuck. He gained eighty pounds in eight months. If. Oh, fuck. If he keeps going, at the soonest Steve sees him, in a year since the first parted ways, Bucky will be one hundred and twenty pounds heavier. That's more than Steve weights on his own. Shit. Steve has to jerk off again just to deal with his boner even though he just had a gutting orgasm.)

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chubby bucky #stucky #fat bucky #tight clothes

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groupiewhoreee · 1 year

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Hey! Do you think you could write either some nsfw headcanon for gene or a nsfw alphabet? Maybe something with a height difference? He’s 6’2 (6’8 in the platforms) and ya girl is 4’9 😂 anyways thanks babs luv ya! 😗✨❤️

omg hii again! yess, i'd love to, i love gene hes so cool 😭 i'll include the height diff into the nsfw alphabet. holy shit never actually realized that uh okay damn. i'm like 5'..1? idk something i don't remember !! luv ya too! 💕🤧

NSFW ALPHABET

(GENE SIMMONS!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I don't think he's much or too much of an romantic type, but he tries his best. He always is trying to get you things you'd like, and stuff like that. During aftercare, he'll kiss your forehead, and help clean you up. Bring you to bed(if you didn't do it on the bed), sleep with you, and in the morning he'll stay with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Gene likes the way he towers over you in the boots and just the way he is. When he looks down at you, and you have to look up at him. How you sometimes have to get a step-stool like thing to get there and kiss him. He still has to bend over a little. Or he'll say he likes ur lips, because of the way they taste and how you kiss him. He likes his hands though, because he is able to play guitar and trail his hands up and down ur body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gene likes to let his load out upon anywhere on you, but not all the time. He'll cum on ur ass or stomach, but if that isn't what u want, it'll be in ur mouth. He'll force you to swallow it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Personally, Gene has nothing to keep from you. He is an open book, and is totally willing to talk to you about anything. He loves you, and doesn't want you to think he's hiding anything, but he'll like to share you with Paul.. I KNOW, but he isn't gonna keep it from you..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guys. Rockstar, Groupie? Make sense? Of course he has experience on him, he's very experienced, and he obviously knows what he's doing. He has pounded many groupies beforehand, it probably explains why he isn't as romantic after sex because he's used to groupies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is an open book, so any position is good with him, but he prefers doggy style as much as anything. Although he does like reverse cowgirl or any way you two land up. But if u'd like to try a new position thats fine with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a goofy one during sex, giggling and laughing when you fall off the bed or make a weird noise, but gets very serious during sex, the eye contact is amazing, but he can't help but smile at you because ur smiling at him. He says ur smile is very beautiful.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Same color as the hair on his head, and of course you can see it. He doesn't have to be asked to trim it nor groom, because he'll do it anyway for you. He doesn't like them either dude. He has a lotta hair on him, when he gets sweaty its worse. You don't even ask him to shave anywhere and he does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said, Gene isn't very great with romantic shit, it just isn't him as much. He does try a lot for you if thats what you want, like candles, romantic music, and rose petals but not all the time. He tries his best to be somewhat intimate with you. Although he isn't like Tommy Lee. He isn't a hopeless romantic like him, although he can be if you want him too, he wants to try his best with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't actually do it much. Sometimes, yeah when he's on tour, but usually phone sex happens. He wants to at-least hear your pretty little cries, but at times he just doesn't masturbate at all. He doesn't really touch his weenie much, it rarely happens unless he's really in the mood. Otherwise he doesn't do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not much of a kink man, although dude is into ball gags and shit, bdsm maybe. When he roughs you up, he calls you slut, whore, all that stuff, but sometimes its just hair pulling or teasing you heavily.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the bed because pillows, and its comfortable for him, because the feels. But he's willing to do it over tables, counters, in public. He tried doing it in a public bathroom or in one of those family restrooms and under a restaurant table. He doesn't mind public sex. Doesn't like the way people can see, but whatever is good w him, ig.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in black lingerie. Totally gets him going. He'll pop one and thats the go too, you know it turns him on so thats why you wear it so much.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't ever try and hurt you as much, spanking a few times is okay, but nothing to over the top. And definitely nothing with bodily fluids. (You know the ones), and nothing with Feet. Absolutely not. He'll call it off and probably just not have sex with you or leave you if thats what your really into because that's disgusting for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he adores receiving, he doesn't mind about giving. He loves to please you, especially if he's between your legs, kissing all around and then finally placing his hot mouth and sucking the living shit out of you and teasing you with his tongue just to see you beg and hear you whine and whimper for him. He loves blowies, so definitely give those to him first beforehand.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eh, Gene is slow at first, but he gets fast longer it goes. He'll get sloppy too, but if you want fast and rough then there. He wants sex to be as sensual as it can be.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a busy rockstar so, quickies bound to happen at times. Its often, although he prefers actual sex and having his time with you, quickies is usually what you two have to do, because he doesn't get much time with you, sorry.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes down, but not too down. You have to explain to him what the risk is your going to take and then see if he'll agree to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few rounds until he finally says he's too tired and he starts getting sloppy. He can last for a few minutes during sex until he actually lets his load out, but he can last about an hour pounding into you until its the next round for you two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Y'know, I don't think he uses them on himself. He'll use them on you though, sure he owns them but they're mostly yours. He's willing to lend you cash for them, but its rare he does so, because you usually buy it yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, but he loves when you tease him. He'll groan and want you to just blow him already. He loves teasing you though, hearing ur cries, and being touch starved.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't that loud. He grunts, lets out small groans and husky moans, sometimes squeaky moans, but usually he doesn't make much noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sharing you with Paul, thats it. Maybe Ace? He doesn't know.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I got no idea. Probably a.. 7.8, 8.2 inch? Idk he has a lotta hair down there like Slash. Its like a jungle dude. Could get a leopard in there man.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On tour, its very high. And if he's without you on tour, its even higher. Its high when he comes back and he will want to have sex with you at home afterwards or even before if he is with you. He can't help it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not as quick, although he'll fall asleep afterwards.

#request #smut #smutty #gene simmons #kiss band #the demon #the starchild #the catman #the spaceman #vinnie vincent #paul stanley #ace frehley #peter criss #eric carr #eric singer #tommy thayer

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thebrokenbean · 9 months

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Okay spoilers for Chapter 25 of Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm

I said in the Ao3 comments section that I have theories, and I was told to share. I typed all of this out in Ao3 but realized what an utter wall of text it was going to be, so here it is on Tumblr! Technically it'll be a wall of text anyway but... idk formatting probably works better here lol

In any case, I'm just gonna pick up from my first thought and go from there.

Theory time about Reader's Stranger:

Metal. He's metal. Definitely Megs, especially since we've already found out that he shares the same dream as Reader. Based on his dialogue I'm also guessing that he's experiencing this dream at the exact same time as Reader - they're talking to each other via the dream world and neither of them even knows it.

"I've seen these rooms, I've walked these floors" excuse the Hallelujah quote lol but Reader's recognition of their surroundings reminded me of that. Anyway, I'm getting reincarnation vibes here??? Not that they've both reincarnated though. Megs has been alive far too long for that. BUT maybe it was just Reader?? That would explain why he had such reverence when he asked if it was really them that he was seeing and speaking to.

Their nickname is 'Mouse'. Mouse = tiny, so this could mean in their past life that they were a human he knew very well (How well remains to be seen but I'm leaning towards them being romantic, or at least almost that way, despite how he says 'friend'). If they weren't a human in their past life, maybe they were a small Cybertronian (a minibot??) and 'mouse' is just the English translation of the Cybertronian word? And if they were indeed Cybertronian, 'mouse' could either apply to their physical size or maybe their speed/agility?

"You're light-years from your time, little one"

This ^ does throw me off though. He did show (hastily masked) grief when Reader's death was mentioned, so it's possible he was just trying to reassure them? I mean, it's possible (again, assuming that they're talking directly to his subconscious) he thinks they're just a memory. Like a snapshot of the person he once knew, but the snapshot is taken from before anything bad happened to them. If that's the case, he could just be reassuring them that they're fine so that he doesn't have to relive the pain & deal with his Stranger (re?)learning of their terrible fate. So to connect back to the 'light-years' part, that could just be a figure of speech.

"Were it up to me, I'd never leave"

See see this is one of the reasons why I think they're both dreaming each other in real-time! HOWEVER.

“But you have to leave.”/“We both do. We’ve our lives to return to, after all.”

We both do. This probably throws off the reincarnation theory, which should simply confuse me but instead I'm confused and also fascinated!

What does he mean? How much is he actually aware of?? He definitely doesn't recognize Reader outside of the dream world, since he'd be all over them and (I quote) treating them "as a knight would his king". So what kind of life does he think his Stranger is returning to when they wake up?? Maybe this actually does support the reincarnation theory, while also telling us that he knows about said reincarnation?? Does he think their reincarnated form is somewhere else on the planet (somewhere else in the universe even??) living their life without him, while they're actually right under his olfactory sensor in the form of Reader?? I'm so curious!

“Am I gonna see you again?”/“Of that, you’ve unfortunately no choice.”

The 'unfortunately' here is hanging me up. Granted, "his smile loses all traces of sorrow", so he's back to being a bit of a cheeky menace, which is good because that's normal for him. Butttt something feels off? I think is the right term here? Idk. Might be nothing, or it might be super significant. Either way, I think him being so sure of seeing them again has to do with the dreams. If he meant they'd see him in the real world, that would mean he'd know who Reader is and I've already established that I think their current dynamic would be wildly different if that were the case. So it's possible he simply knows that they'll both have these repeating dreams occur again.

“You’d think the eons that passed would have afforded me greater equanimity, but I’m every bit as emotional as I thought I’d be.”

Wait wait going backwards in the chapter to look at this for a second- "as I thought I'd be." Was he expecting to meet them in this dream?? Also, eons?? Just how much time has passed since he last saw his Stranger in person? Are we looking at multiple reincarnations, if Reader was indeed originally a human?

“There is much I cannot discuss, despite my overwhelming longing to do so.”

Okay actually it's possible he does know about reincarnation. Possibly. I really want to know what he wants to discuss, but for the sake of theorizing... maybe he's refraining from telling them because of what I mentioned about keeping them safe from the knowledge of their horribly tragic death. But it should be fine to talk about other not so horrible things, so that's hard to say. Maybe he does know about reincarnation, knows his Stranger forgets everything, and doesn't want to overwhelm them? Again, hard to say.

“But I don’t... I don’t know who you are.” / “And it must stay that way, for now.”

Hnnnnn yeah I think he knows. He's got to. Or at the very least, his subconscious does. Again, not so sure why he's keeping that a secret from them. Maybe like I mentioned earlier it really is just his subconscious that Reader is speaking to? If it were his main consciousness (like it sort of seems to be for Reader), he probably wouldn't care so much about being cautious (we all know TFP Megs can be a bit too focused on instant gratification lol), but perhaps his subconscious knows better? There's still a lot that remains to be seen though.

Hoo boy. That is utter word vomit. My gosh. Okay. I thinkkk I got everything. I sincerely hope that didn't get too incoherent. I was running out of ways to express my thoughts lol. Plus it was like 1am when I wrote this last night and I'd had a long day 😂

In any case, I'm off to read Chapter 26 because gahh I'm so excited to see where this goes!

#transformers #maccadam #tfp #megatron #reader #fanfic #fanfic related #theories #breaking bread #long post

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orionsangel86 · 10 months

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I'm not in the Good Omens fandom, so maybe I've got this wrong, but I suspect why everyone on my dash seems to be clamoring for an immediate fix-it besides obvious fandom impatience. I think a lot of people are convinced that basically nothing is coming back from the strikes. Tbh I kind of am myself. I've just accepted that we're never going to see Sandman s2 or GO s3 because Amazon and Netflix are shit. At least with Sandman we have the books?

I admit its a tough situation to be in. I guess for me, I am trying to have hope that the streamers will eventually see sense, because otherwise their business models are gonna fail and they are going to lose revenue anyway. Eventually some sort of deal will be made and the work will start again, I just hope beyond hope that the deal is everything the WGA and SAGAFTRA want.

I have more hope for a GOS3 than I do for a Sandman tbh. Simply because making films and TV isn't Amazon's main source of income so they can be a bit more flexible with their choices. They have renewed far less popular shows for far longer. It seems almost like the entertainment division is more a hobby or pet project for Amazon than its main focal point so IDK, I'm just not all that worried about Amazon Prime. I genuinely think Amazon is very proud of GO and they won't let go of it anytime soon. It's also one of their most popular shows so I'd be really surprised if they cancel it (though, then again, with the strikes anything can happen). We also still have the BBC backing it up I believe? Though I doubt they'd ever have the budget to take over fully if Amazon decided not to continue with it, but perhaps its possible the BBC could look for a new partner in that unlikely scenario? I dunno I'm not a media expert here by any means.

Sandman though is a different story. Extremely expensive, and on a streaming service notorious for cancelling shows mid season. With the strikes, I can see them changing their minds and cancelling Season 2 even though it started filming in some bitter attempt to get back at strikers and claim tax breaks where they can. I don't trust them at all. I loathe the Netflix execs because they have been cancelling, making excuses, and screwing over creatives for years now. They are the ones that started it all, and the other streamers simply took their ideas and ran with them. I wish Sandman had been on a different streamer. I feel like it would have been safer on Amazon Prime. Even if we do manage to get through to season 2 of Sandman, I have absolutely zero faith that we'll make it through to the end of the story on Netflix.

Though at least with Sandman, I believe (though correct me if I'm wrong) that Neil still holds all the rights, and if Netflix cancels it, he can put the option out to other networks/streamers to pick it up again? So even if Netflix does what Netflix always does, there is every possibility that it'll just jump to a different network to finish the story.

I hope that is the case, because in all honesty if I had to put money down on a bet on whether or not Netflix will follow through with Sandman right through to the Wake, I'll be betting against them. I just don't see it happening. Netflix are too flakey and well, evil, to care about stories to do it justice.

To your first point, I can understand the fear and do sympathise with fans being hurt and upset that GOS2 ended on such a grim cliffhanger, I just don't think the hate and denial and screams of "out of character!" are the way to handle that fear. But diving straight into fanfiction is a totally acceptable and encouraged way to manage the feelings anyone may have over the ending! That's totally fine! Keep the fix-its to fanfiction, but please stop clamouring for reasons why the ending was wrong and bad and stupid and worth sending Neil Gaiman inbox hate over. You're all better than that.

#Good Omens #Good Omens Season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #the sandman #fuck the streamers #neil gaiman #anti netflix #less anti amazon prime but they are still awful #fandom discourse #asks

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chipped-chimera · 1 month

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I am ... Idk man. I'm pissed. I'm sad. I'm angry. So the Green Neon Tetras I got absolutely came down with ich and there was so much fucking conflicting information out there ... well it delayed me treating it. Heck I was trying to just be sure I was seeing what I was seeing at first.

Anyway I've lost 3. I think it might be 4 this morning. By tomorrow I suspect it'll be two more. If any manage to scrape through it'll be down to 4. If I'm lucky.

Everyone else (Corycats, Starlight Bristlenose) are fine. Though the Corycats show some signs of being itchy, nothing's become visible and they were on the tank the day I started treatment. Yeah I know, quarantine tank yadda yadda. But considering a 100ml bottle of medication costs 40 bucks and I need to use it for 14 days minimum at 4.5 mL a day - no way was I doing two tanks. It's likely I'm going to run out soon and money is tight since this decided to happen right around me replacing my HDD.

I cried when the first one died. Now I just feel ... numb. My mood has been awful, which isn't looking great for my very expensive rTMS treatment - I'm literally at halfway today. I should have seen results. Instead I'm bouncing between hating myself and angry at everything else because information is so diluted and despite researching this tank for over three months straight, trying so goddamn hard not to fuck up - I fucked up. I know I shouldn't blame myself, but a part of me deep down does. Because maybe I was too stupid to realise on such tiny fish the situation was only going to get worse faster. Then I'm angry I feel stupid because the information isn't clear, or that I feel stupid for crying over a fish because that's what normal people think. I hate how everything is really affordable but then medicines are so prohibitive it'd be more cost effective to let them all fucking die. I hate how people regard fish as objects, decorations for their goddamn bathroom or some kind of 'investment' for rarer varieties, swimming in sterile tanks like their a goddamn floating gold bar - not a life. A living, breathing, thinking little life. That I let down. So yeah I'll fucking cry because no one else will.

This tank was supposed to be a source of relief while I went through this intense treatment but now it's just a trigger for me ruminating over and over. I worry with the tetra population so depleted it's going to cause them more stress making them more likely to die. I'm scared to do water changes, though I need to keep doing them.

I'm angry this parasite is so common it's considered to be encountered by anyone new to the hobby within 6 months, because it takes no prisoners - any kind of fish can get it. I'm angry research only revealed the possibility of a vaccine a few years ago, despite fish being the most owned pet globally. I'm angry the reputable, best aquarium shop in my entire city had tetra carrying this and there's jack shit I can do. I don't know whether to tell them or not even bother. Given the entire shop runs on what I suspect are the same sumps, it's likely everything has the risk.

Maybe I'm just stupid and this is all my fault.

I'll keep trying. I'll buy another 40 dollar bottle and treat them for the 14 days and aone more week just in case. I put too much work into this to give up.

#kerytalk #ventposting #pet death tw #pet death #only saving sliver of hope for me right now is im being cleared for anxiety treatment with rTMS #so they'll flip the coil to the other side of my brain and start working on disrupting the neurons where my likely overactive anxiety is #hopefully it does something because after this ... idk man. it feels like the end of the road.#either get brain surgery or accept I'll always feel awful #part of me feels it wont work anyway because its the world that makes me feel this way #I'm this way because of what they did to me #to get better ... i feel the world would have to change. but every day it just seems to get worse #depression #sorry i just ... had to yell somewhere. im sick of holding all this pain so quietly by myself #yes i am seeing a psychologist but im literally on last resort before brain surgery here

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amanda-519 · 1 year

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I SHOULD be doing school work, but I just had the sudden urge to write a soul mate au for Brett/Ron/Reagen.

I'm not too sure on what soul mate au the fic should focus on. Like, maybe the au of your soulmates name being written on your body? That could be interesting, as I would imagine that Ron would erase the names from the Reagen's body along with her memory, leading her to believe that she just doesn't have a soulmate so she would focus on science.

Ron could also deal with the whole thing of having a guy's name on him while being raised VERY catholic.

Idk know though, like I would imagine that Brett would probably keep the names on himself and would be really eager to find his soul mates?

I also really like the idea of the whole red string au. And it could be really interesting to write a short fic where Ron is in the illuminati, Reagen is at Coginto, and Brett is just some normal politician. Like maybe he works for his brother or something. And the three of them meet one day and they have to deal with the fact that Brett doesn't know that the other two is in the shadow government. Like I can imagine that this fic would probably focus on Ron's and Reagen's rivalry quite a bit.

Like maybe the fic starts off with the three of them meeting all at once, and Ron and Reagen realize who the other is. And Ron doesn't want to get involved with someone like Brett because he believes that he will hurt Brett, and Brett is such a nice and sweet guy that he can't bare to hurt him. And Reagen doesn't really believe in romance and doesn't believe that she could ever fall in love with someone whose as big of a prick as Ron, or someone so sweet and simple as Brett.

But, when Reagen and Ron are alone and realize that they CAN'T let Brett know about the shadow government. And Ron says something like, "Oh I'm glad that you agree that it's a bad idea to date Brett. I mean, look at you," *gestures to Reagen's whole body* "he shouldn't have to be dragged into whatever the hell you got going on." And Reagen is like, What The Fuck Does That Mean.

So the two are now in a rivalry with each other to prove to the other that they can treat Brett just fine, along with the fact that they don't trust the other with Brett. I mean, they're only bound to fuck up and get Brett's mind erased or sent to shadow prison! They can't let that happen to their soulmate!

So Brett, who was kinda lead to believe that both of his soulmates want nothing to do with him, now has too very eager soulmates who want to take him on a date, but separately and not with their third soulmate.

And the relationship turns from simply turning to on up someone from their rival company, to actually falling for Brett and realizing what a great and sweet guy he is, which turns to them wanting to protect him even MORE. Along with both of them trying desperately to hide what they do for a living from Brett. With them eventually making a trace as they need to come together to protect Brett from some conspiracy. And the eventual fall out of Brett finally learning what the two do for work.

So yeah uh, that's my idea for a soul mate au lol.

I'm just not sure whether I want the au to be a red string au, or possibly an count down au? Where they know when they're going to meet their soulmates in person?

I also have some other ideas for soul mates aus. Such as a au where whatever someone writes on their body, gets transfered into their soulmates body as well.

With the classic trope of the three of them not realizing that the other three are their soulmates. Possibly a rival au too, one on which Reagen kept her dislike of Brett and Ron.

Or a color au! Where people can only see in greys until they see their soulmate, and them the world turns colorful. I don't really have a plot for that one, I just always really liked that au lol.

Anyway, I would love to talk about soulmate aus for these three!!! I absolutely adore soulmate aus, and I think it'll be really interesting with these three!!

#inside job #inside job ron #brett/reagan/ron

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please share more about your diantha and geeta hcs if that's okay, I really love the dynamic you gave them

Hell yeah anon omf I'm so soft for these two nckdnd hahah

Anyways

•the two met when they were younger, Dia was just 10 and Geeta was 11

-Mom Carnet had to film a scene in Paldea, and she brought Dia along so she can learn more abt acting

-Dia ended up not doing much bc everyone was so busy, so she ventured on her own after asking permission from Mom Carnet

-Mom Carnet almost didn't let her, but the other cast members told Dia that it would be for the best for a kid like her to venture around Paldea a bit, maybe she'd meet new friends, and Mom Carnet just huffed and left her be

•so hey, Dia went out w her own lil Carbink, until she got to Mesagoza, and found the stairway leading to Uva Academy

-at the bottom of the stairway she saw this lil girl sitting by herself, her Pawniard seems like it's trying to cheer her up

-so Dia went to her, all "hi! You look sad, are you okay?"

"..."

"well, I'm Diantha! And you are?"

"..Geeta."

"that's a nice name, Geeta! Why do you look so sad? Did something happen?"

"my classmates... They don't like me.."

Diantha gave her a look "that's not nice. Well, if they don't like you then I like you! We can be friends!"

And Geeta could only nod, at least someone wasn't creeped out by her and wanted to be her friend

•so hey, the two hung out all day, and Dia did wonder why Geeta doesn't smile that much, but also imagine Dia giving Geeta some flowers while they were playing w some Floette tho, and Geeta did smile a bit, and Dia told her how she's pretty when she smiles and she likes seeing it

-and idk Geeta just smiling more and more throughout their lil day out bc seeing Diantha happy also made her happy

-tho by the end of the day, their parents did look for them. Geeta's parents almost got mad at her for skipping class, but then they found out Diantha was the daughter of Mom Carnet, someone rich, so they just let them be friends

-same w Mom Carnet tho, since Geeta's fam was also rich

-but hey, for like a month or so, Dia and Geeta's friendship grew even more, so when Dia had to head back home to Kalos, they promised each other to keep in touch y'know, send letters and all that

•and yeah few years later, they're 12/13 all that thing Mom Carnet did to Dia (burning her and such), Dia called Geeta, told her abt it

-thats probs the first time Geeta really felt anger, she wanted nothing more but to fly to Kalos and take Diantha away from her mother

-but they both know she can't, so now Geeta could only try to comfort Diantha through the phone, hoping it'll be enough

-that night, their video call lasted the entire night, w Geeta waiting and making sure Diantha really fell asleep before logging off

•anyways, after that maybe that's when Dia really went to go on her own pkmn journey and she told Geeta abt it, w Geeta saying she's still finishing her classes, but she does have her own team, still not complete tho.

-and Dia told her she's gonna find her team too

-Dia is a battling prodigy, so it's not surprise she really did well w the Gym Challenge, Geeta was really impressed

•Dia became champion when she was around 14, Geeta said she would want to be champion too, but Paldea didn't have an actual League during that time

-Diantha said that she will be champion one day, and maybe she will be the first ever champion, smth that Geeta did look forward to

•during their teen years tho (like I wanna say they're around 16/17), Geeta did visit Kalos, and Diantha was so happy she showed her around the region and even introduced her brother to her

-it was also the time Dia and Geeta really opened up to each other w what heppened during the time they weren't together

-w Geeta opening up abt her parents and such, but hey it was fine ig bc somehow she managed to make friends in the academy, and Dia was so happy to hear that

-when Dia opened up abt the stuff that happened to her tho, like what happened to her Carbink and then the stuff w Mom Carnet, man, Geeta just wanted to head to the Carnet Manor and punch Mom Carnet square in the face

-Dia did show her her back tho, and just bcmdndm idk I want it to be a really really soft moment between them

-bc usually it's Dia that's overly affectionate between them, but like, imagine Geeta just gently holding her from behind, holding her right hand w hers, and she's gently kissing over Dia's scars and burns, telling her that despite all this, she's still beautiful, that she's so strong for enduring all that pain, and Geeta promised her that she won't ever have to deal w anything alone anymore

-Diantha broke down crying after that, turning and clinging to Geeta, crying her heart out after many years of repressing everything

-god your honour they make me so soft cbdmdbmd

•and yeah, years later and they're still best friends, really affectionate best friends that people did thought they were dating hahaha

#these two are so moirail coded fr fr #like... the palest of diamonds when it comes to pkmn pairings hahaha #villain geeta au diantha would probs be the only one that could pacify her #just cndmndnd #oughhh #i might just post more hcs abt them bc why not the brainrot is real bfmdnd hahah #pokemon hcs #pokemon champions #an ask and an answer #anon #champion diantha #champion geeta

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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Tiny workers au! Do you have any idea of how Wilbur/sbi meet Tommy/benchtrio and what point Tommy is nommed willingly lmao and not some random kid. And maybe some conflict between the customers (SBI/Dream) the Tinies and the boss? Maybe he got one of those reviews and is punishing Tommy through noms, some trauma for the poor lad </3

okay SO

i'm changing my original plans for this au just a tiiiny bit :))

wilbur and tommy meet for the first time in the minigolf au. i reeeally like the trope where a sad depressed giant slowly just becomes significantly more mentally stable when a certain tiny comes around.

wil's family is very concerned for wilbur's health. he's been cooped up in his apartment not talking to anyone, so naturally they come up with a way to get him out. phil (or tech) gets him a one day ticket to the park, and basically being guilt tripped into it with the 'it was so expensive' and 'do it for us' shit, he forced himself to go.

eventually he settled on doing minigolf, somehow ending up with tommy as his tiny (i know how, but i want to keep some things a secret :])

as for emeraldduo meeting tommy, i'm not sure yet. maybe wilbur brings the tiny home one day and finds that his family is just chilling around his apartment lmao,,,,,, it would definitely give secondhand embarrassment depending on how i write it but i can give it a shot :D

OKAYOKAYOKAY SO NOMS IN THIS AU

i love love love using a stomach as punishment/timeout so YES that is absolutely happening. but, before that happens, i want wil to nom him at least a few times. and there is a reason why. i want tommy's comfort level around humans to be very high after he meets wilbur, and maybe even sbi & some other regulars. (pls give me ideas for more regulars,,, i'm thinking about maybe aimsey for ranboo? :0) he's naturally calmed down and shit so, even if he's a little bit hesitant or even frightened to willingly be eaten, he still goes through with it because he knows that humans are typically not bad people, especially not wil. then he gets nommed by another person, maybe dream or someone else.

all this trust he builds with the humans kinds of overrides his memory of the bad humans, like his boss. he's so used to being relaxed and himself around the customers that he forgets that he still very much needs to tiptoe around one particular human. even beeduo and the other tiny workers in some other locations are a bit worried about his sudden lack of fear, trying to remind him that he needs to take it down a notch before something bad happens.

and guess what? he doesn't take it down a notch, and something bad happens!! >:D

his cocky attitude comes out around strangers, especially kids who mishandle him. or ladies who are overly-curious. and people who hear it both first-hand, second-hand, or from a distance, take a situation without context and makes it a big deal, sending in complaints.

and of course, because his boss is an asshole, he goes chomp :D (not literally, tommy is physically fine for the most part)

tommy gets cocky around his boss (i'm thinking it'll be sam,, so don't mind me if i start using that name instead of boss asjfdnf) and truly lets himself forget just how dangerous these people can be. and when every single boundary of his shatters to the ground, tommy knows he fucked up :D

idk tw vore but there's so much of that here anyway lmfao,,,,

it starts with the fact that sam is everything but gentle. nothing he does is slowed or respectful. he's swept from the counter without warning and engulfed in a tight fist, where he's risen to a face too close for comfort that bares unusually sharp teeth, and is tossed into the moist maw that no longer feels comforting but instead feels incredibly uncomfortable and claustrophobic. then, to add to that, there's only a small moment where he sits on sam's tongue before he's thrown back into his throat and swallowed. the lack of saliva on him makes it difficult to go down and he's stuck in the thin gullet for longer than he wants to be. into the storage that has a significant lack of air in it, where he spends much longer than he needs to in there. and to make matters somehow worse, he's awake the entire time, extremely hyperaware :)

needless to say that his next encounter wilbur is nothing but fear C:<

#brickquiries #graci brickling #tiny workers au #cw vore implication/mention #cw vore description #tbh i'd love to learn to write aimsey #especially with ranboo. i gotta do something with beeduo in this au #underrated frfr #maybe techno with tubbo?#i also want to do something with quackity;;; that being karlnapity or sapity idk but i want duck man :D #MAYBE TNT DUO HMMM MAYBE #idk i'd like to extend this au out a liiiiitle bit more even tho the ccs i watch are very limited lmfao #and not even watch;;; i still don't have the faintest clue how to write them even with that one post lmfao

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Zoe: “Hey, Pepper! You know what would be fun? Let's set you up on a dating site!”

Pepper: *laughs* “Zoe, that's a pretty lame idea. I don't need a dating site!”

Zoe: “Oh, come on! It'll be an adventure. You might meet someone amazing!”

Pepper: “Seriously, Zo, I'm good. I don't need to go searching for love online..”

Zoe: “Fine, I'll stay out of your love life. But come on, Pepper, don't you want to at least give it a shot and make a connection? You never know what could happen!”

Pepper: *playfully rolls her eyes* “Yeah, yeah, you got me. I guess I'll stick with the real-life connections, like the one sitting right in front of me.”

Zoe:*grins* “Well, well, well. Looks like my matchmaking skills aren't needed after all!”

~~~I don’t know where I was going with this one lol~~~

Russell: “Hey Vinnie, have you been drinking enough water lately?”

Vinnie: “Nah, I'm good, Rusty. I get plenty of fluids from soda and energy drinks!”

Russell: “Uh, Vinnie, those aren't exactly hydrating. You really should drink more water.”

Vinnie: “Come on, Rusty, I've been doing this for years, and I'm still standing.”

Russell: “I can't believe you've made it this far without drinking water regularly. Seriously, your body needs it.”

Vinnie: “Nah, I'm tough. Water's for the weak!”

Russell: *sighs deeply* 😑

~or this lol ~

No no, don't worry, as I stated already, I love all of those, they don't need to go anywhere, as long as it's those lovelies just interacting and bouncing off of each other I'm happy, or just doing something solo. Listen, I would see read any amount of words (like even 5000 or more) of Vinnie just doing very mundane things, idk, baking potatoes and grocery shopping. Nothing happens, he doesn't interact with anyone, there's no confilct, there's no problems, just Vinnie doing Vinnie things. Anyway, before I actually write it or something

Pepper, just chilling and hanging out with Zoe: ^^ :D

Zoe: “Hey, Pepper! You know what would be fun? Let's set you up on a dating site!”

Pepper: Oh no D:

And then at the end, was that... was that a little bit of implied Zoepper? Or perhaps just teasing? I'm all for it anyway. Zoe don't need to do any matchmaking when she's already this perfect, she's the love interest or... a perfectly good friend with lots of money as a bonus, it's just a bonus, but damn is it nice. And now that I sometimes like to add Sharukh to their group? Oh boy, so much money to irresponsibly spend :DD

And Vinnie stuff, oh sweet sweet Vinnie stuff. Honestly you can slap his name onto anything and I will like it and agree, oh well :3

Russell as soon as he realizes that Vinnie hasn't been drinking that much water for years DDDD:. Like I actually think that would cause lots of problems. Maybe the only reason Vinnie has so much energy is because he drinks all those energy drinks, huh? And then when he's not drinking it for a while he's all tired and stuff, wait no, that's just a sign of addiction DD: Vinnie would, what can I say? Ohhh but he's so cute, how can anyone complain really? Like he would look at me with those freaky purple eyes and I would slut drop there and then

On one hand I like making him a loser but on the other one, man, do I love when he gets so many things he did not put any work at all into lol. He just gets stuff for being alive ig ^^

#lps 2012 #asks

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