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kittyhui · 12 days

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♪ coming down - The Weeknd ♪

brother’s best friend! seungcheol x f!reader

cw: smut (minors DNI!!), pinv, unprotected sex (stay safe😁), seungcheol is buff, tbh this is really tame so dw, fluffy at the end

brothers best friend cheol x reader

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your brother’s friend, seungcheol, was hot. it was kind of hard to be subtle about his affect on you. the man sitting on your couch was so fucking hot and even though you’ve seen him basically every single day for the past four years, you can’t stop staring at him and his big bulky arms and wide shoulders as he talks to your brother, dokyeom.

“y/n” your brother calls out to you, breaking your thoughts, “me and cheol are heading to the gym now. we’ll grab food on the way back so text me what you want” you say your goodbyes to the boys as they head out and you go up to you room.

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“i feel like he’s getting hotter” you sigh through the phone to your friend “him and kyeom go to the gym like every day. his arms are practically bulging out of his shirts”

“he’s definitely doing it on purpose, y/n” she stated. you let out a scoff, denying her words “im telling you! he wants to get you in bed”

“i wish” you laugh, “but seriously if i see seungcheol in another tight shirt again i will suck him off till he sees the pearly gates-“

creak

your neck turns so fast you thought it would break and your eyes land on choi seungcheol, your brother’s best friend, and the man you were very vocally thirsting over. you hang up on your phone call, mouth still agape. “what- what are you doing here, seungcheol?”

“your brother, he uh he dropped me off just now so i can go shower before we ate… he’s picking up the food right now, that’s what i wanted to tell you….” you fought the urge to cry in embarrassment as you look at his face was bright red while he stands frozen in the doorway.

“im so sorry, cheol! i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable- fuck- lets just forget about this, please? im so sorry-“ he cuts your rambling off.

“if you felt this way, you shouldve just told me..” he hissed out. thats when you finally noticed his hands curled into tight fists, his clenched jaw, and the imprint pressed in his grey sweats. “fuck y/n, you could’ve had me for years.”

a shaky breath leaves your lips as you finally build up the strength to speak, “can i have now?” before you can regret your words, seungcheol’s mouth is on yours, hot and wet, pushing you flatter onto your mattress, “fu- cheol… want you so bad”

“we gotta be quick” he pants, in between kisses, “kyeom will be back soon-“ he barely sounds stressed as he grabs at your hips, grinding down painfully slow. you needed more than this.

“then stop teasing me, cheolie and fuck me stupid” you purr out to the man on top of you, slipping your fingers into his sweatpants, desperately trying to take them off. “needed you for so long, can’t wait any longer.”

“need to prep you, pretty baby” you groan at the pet name, getting more desperate if that was even possible. he pulls your shorts down, cursing at the glistening arousal of your cunt, “s-shit”

“cheol! just fuck me- i can take it. please” you sounded pathetic but who could blame you. the man in front of you was playing stupid games with you and you were about to slap the shit out of him. “unless you’re too scared, cheolie?”

he grunts, detaching from you to pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his cock.. fuck it wasn’t the longest but shit- it was thick. “fine. be a brat then.” your lips form an ‘oh’ shape, beginning to deny his words, when you feel his cock sink slowly into you “fu-fuck, so tight” his jaw clenched and his thick eyebrows furrow as he continues to fill you to the brim, pushing whines and cries out of you.

your brain was turning into mush as he started his hungry thrusts. your body burned at every touch he gave you, biting your lip to suppress the noises you made “cheolie- feel so good, need more-“ you can see the corners of his lips twitch hearing you whimpering under him. his breath feels ragged on your neck when he leans down to kiss and nip at you, pulling your hips into him making his cock fuck deeper and deeper. oh. “im , im going to cum! oh oh god…” your eyes go hazy, mouth falling wide, sobs being knocked out of you as seungcheol continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“oh, you’re clenching around me so good, princess.. makes me wanna cum in you-shit” he knows he can’t, he shouldn’t but god does he want to. he unfortunately pulls out, leaving you squeaking at the loss of fullness. he strokes himself lazily, rutting against you, getting closer to his own release. looking you in the eye, he growls, he fucking growls your name, and you feel warm cum spurt onto your stomach. “god… you’re so pretty like this, princess. did so good.” he kisses you softly before falling softly besides you.

“you should get up, cheolie.. dokyeom will probably come back soon.” you giggle, sitting up to grab the shorts that came off earlier. “im gonna go clean up” before you can leave your room, he grabs your wrist.

“i really do like you, you know?” he looks at you with big, wide eyes, “i dont want this to be a one time thing or anything. let me take you out.. dinner? lunch? coffee?” all you do is lean into him and kiss his plump lips.

“sure i’d like that. let me get cleaned first and then we’ll talk details” he smiles wide at you, nodding and you smile back.

“hey!!” you both jump, hearing yells from downstairs; dokyeom “if you two are done up there, the food’s getting cold so hurry up!!”

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a/n: dazed magazine cheol has ruined me for any man. ik he fucks good

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #i want cheolie #heyyy cheol i need you #seungcheol fanfic #svt x reader #svt smut

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rusmii · 23 days

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Ok so before I forget what i dreamed about PLEASE IM BEGGING U RESPOND PLEASE PLEASE AND IF U DON'T DO REQUEST PLEASE DO IT WHEN U OPEN REQUEST PLEASE SO I WILL ASK DIFFERENT CREATORS THIS BUT DIFFERENT ANIME OR GAME MALE CHARACTER SO.....

Female reader pls so

Yn is gf whit bsd men i want reaction of them when u set up a camera start recording and put her head between the legs and it goes like this:

'''Hello girls lets do a unboxin video "" and she starts uk unzipping undressing.....

What will they do will the men allow her to do it does one of them do reverse card and just does yn unboxin or dies he let her please i need Rat man AKA fyodor dazai and chuuya u can add other mennu want please IM BEGGING U I NEED ONE U PROBABLY KNOW WHAT DAZAI WILL DO WHAT HIS REACTION WILL BE OR WHATEVER CHARACTER U ADD U CAN MAKE PT2 OR PT3 PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS BAD ITS MY 3 LANGUAGE AND AHEM) HARD SMUT AND ""gives him or her a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

❝ HEY GIRLS! LET’S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! ❞ — brat taming edition

( ⟡ ). fyodor, dazai, chuuya x FEM!bodied reader (afab / fem. names)

( 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⟡ ). your boyfriend has had such a stressful week this month! with him ignoring your usual antics for attention—you stir the pot looking for ideas to get his attention back on you. what kind of stupid shit did you pull off this time to make him so mad, he has to fuck the brat outta you? wc;;; 2,560

( cws ⟡ ). just know this is hardcore brat taming erm… NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD, POSSIBLE OOC. no protection, riding/cowgirl, meanie fyodor, DOM!fyodor, long dick fyo, mentions of brat everywhere, poorly used russian translator, begging and pleading, P->I, pet names/nicknames, DOM!dazai, cunni/fem oral. , fingering, g-spot hitting yum, implied safe wording in dazais part, dirty talk, punishments, desk sex in both dazai and chuuyas part, bending over, DOM!chuuya, fucking u doggy, ass slapping, mean name calling (lovingly), rough fucking, kinda public sex, the thrill of getting caught, chuuya is a yap while having sex, he becomes a whiny bitch as he cums. ALL DIVIDERS/BANNERS MADE BY ME!!!!!

( ans ⟡). OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS 💀 let's ignore the fact that dazais part is shit and that I forgot about the cameras after fyos pt... anyways hi love! I don't take reqs but I rlly liked this idea so I took it as a suggestion <3 dw abt ur english I understood it !!

if u liked this imma need to know why

#( FYODOR🪽. ) wc; 934

he sighs, ivan had been nagging him all week, the already stressful month not helping with his situation. because of this, fyodor has had less time to give you any sort of attention, only merely passing a small greeting when you two meet each other in bed after the days are over. it isn’t until today, did you have enough of his busy schedule; and ivan’s touchy hands feeling your man up. body kneeling in between his legs, you look up with your dashing eyes—words being uttered with such disgrace and impurity as he suppresses a big sigh. “hey girls! let’s do an unboxing video today!~” unzipping his fly slowly, your eyes never leave his; camera settled in the corner recording everything. including what he was about to do to his brat.

“lyubov',” fyodor lifts your chin with his fingers, angling it so that your little camera stunt was capturing your expression. he gives you a shallow thrust, dick hitting so deep, it almost kisses your cervix. “it’s rude to ignore your audience. why don’t i cut you some slack, hm?” he suggests, switching your positions. turning your head away from the camera, it was clear as day that you wanted to turn it off to hump his dick freely, but you knew damn well your boyfriend wasn’t as nice as he made himself out to be.

he taps your thigh, “ride me dorogoy.” like a chain of commands, you move your hips, pussy sliding his dick in and out without much effort. “fyo..~” you moan, sweat rolling down your head as his cock bullies it’s way deeper inside. “no, brats don’t get to talk. brats need to earn the approval of their master.”— fyodor talks, as if he were your owner. after hearing that you needed to earn your privilege back, you embarked on your journey to make this one hundred percent harder for him. “no,” you stop moving, resting your body on top of his lap.

knowing your play, fyodor doesn’t take your disobedience lightly. “[name], my dear. pleasure me or don’t get off at all.” he warns. it was your last warning before fyodor grabbed his book from the nightstand and left you to rot on his dick until you got the memo. panic slowly starts to settle in once you realize the weight of the situation. you’ve been longing for his attention for so long and you got it! but at what cost? fyodor clicks his tongue, giving you a minute left to decide your next choice.

you bite your lip, hips moving slowly against him as he sighs and grabs his book anyways. “wait! i’m - i’m riding you!” you try to smack the book away, a sharp glare and a thrust knocking you back into place. “hn~ fyodor! why are you reading?!” you slam down onto his dick, skin being smacked and mushed together by sweat was echoed through the bedroom. ignoring your pleas and begging, fyodor simply flips to the next page, fully aware of the tears threatening to glass your eyes up if he didn’t start praising you like his good girl in the next few minutes.

your hands rest on his stomach, pushing your body up every time you fall back down in hopes of getting his attention back on you. “hah..~ fyo~ please-please pay attention to me..” you whine, clenching your walls. that seemed to get a reaction out of him, breath pausing just for a second before he recomposes himself and shakily turns to the next page. “fyo-dor!~” — “sorry, i couldn’t hear you over your blabbering.” he shuts the book, placing it aside. “what did my brat beg of me?” your pace sped up, hips and legs trembling from your approaching orgasm that was just on the horizon.

you were so close, but it wasn’t enough. you needed him to fill and fuck every spot in your pussy—and you were getting more desperate by the second. “well? i’m not asking for much, parshivets.” he leans forward, elbows propped up to support himself better. “what did you say in your previous sentence?” he sets his hands on your waist. tears has already welled up in your eyes—his cock nudging against your g-spot. “go on, tell me.” his face was near yours, eyes staring at yours while he captured your lips into a kiss.

his hips snapped up, angling it so that he was able to hit your spot head on with each passing thrust. “ghnn!!~” you squeal into the kiss, stomach tying into knots as your arms fall limp. “say it,” he moves down to your neck, biting down near the crook of it. “ah! hmm~ i - please pay attention to me!” you gave in when he starts speeding up his thrusts. “ ‘m to me! pay attention t’mee!!~” body giving out, you threw your head back as drool spread down your lips. “ ‘m sorry! pay attention to me!~ pay attention - ghhoo!!!”

“ah~ such lewd sounds coming from you,” fyodor groans, the grip of his hands tightening a bit as he feels his balls starting to empty itself. “fuck -!” he cursed, pretty unexpectedly, “take it all lyubov'!” he moans—dick so deep you could feel his load seeping into your womb bit by bit. all it took was one final thrust to send you into oblivion, eyes rolling back it turns white, your throat dry from all the gasping you emitted.

he sighs, feeling his stress starting to alleviate itself post-orgasm. “[name]? maybe you were right. maybe i do like this little bratty side of you—maybe i should start ignoring you more often, maybe-“ — “fyodor, no.”

#( DAZAI🪽. ) wc; 729

dazai slams the stack of papers onto his desk, the mental pressure of everything getting too overwhelming for him. this month has been pretty stressful, with this week’s case biting him in the ass. dazai swore that he would ditch work to leave it all to atsushi and kunikida, but unfortunately he was caught sneaking out the back by the latter. his punishment was to finish up everyone’s end of the month report and he was stuck in the office during late nights. you, being a clerk but also his girlfriend, decided that enough was enough, and that you needed his attention back on you—all huffy and displeased when he swats your hands away from his body. opting to go the difficult route, you push yourself under the desks and in between his legs, dazai’s wide eyes not expecting what you were about to say next. “hey girls!~ let’s do an unboxing videooo!!” you smirk, sliding the zip down to reveal his hardening cock inside his boxers.

your back slammed onto his desk, all papers and stationary thrown off in a hurry. you wince, the wood hitting you hard. “aw! had i known that my sweet little brat was in such a desperate headspace, i would’ve folded much sooner~” he sang, voice not matching the mischief in his smile. by now, his face was near your crotch—skirt hiked up as he pressed his fingers on the band of your underwear. “hey [name]’s friends! let’s do an unboxing video, hm?~” he chirps, dragging the piece of cloth down one leg, showing your vulva in full display. “look, girls! my girl is so wet!” he flicks your clit, not minding your flinch one bit.

“say… [name]?” dazai inquires, lips only inches away from your folds. his tongue drags across your pussy—from bottom to top. “mhmn~ what?” you huff out in pleasure, frustration agitating your sex from the lack of stimulation. “mm, nothing. just needed to make sure you were still with me,” he jokes, getting himself comfortable on his knees and securing your legs into his arms. “mmm’kay! gonna start, you better not move an inch or else.” after giving you his final warning and conditions, dazai starts going to town on your pussy. he starts by giving your clit tiny kisses before he sticks his tongue inside your folds.

arching your back, you let a moan ripple out, “fuck! samu!~” bunching his hair into your fists, dazai groans—tongue dipping inside your cunt. rotating between your clit and pussy, dazai doesn’t spare a single second on air, not caring about his dwindling oxygen levels. breathing can wait, his main goal was to get you to cum as fast as he can—attempting to set a new record for you both. “osamu! i- hold on~” you catch onto his little game, trying to pry his face off your crotch. intertwining his hands with yours, dazai traps it in his.

“no, my love..” he sighs, “you’ve already been too much of an attention whore earlier today. we don’t need more of your attitude right now.” dazai, now a little annoyed by your lack of compliance, decides that instead of edging, he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for his mercy. “lovely dear,” he starts. you feel the gears shift in your head as you realize your mistake; moving. “i’ve let you off the hook once, but i see.. you’re still repeating old habits.” slapping your pussy, you yelp, not expecting the force of the slap to be so harsh. “ow! what the fuck osamu?!-”

“nu-uh,” he cuts you off, his fingers replacing the empty loss inside your cunt. “ah!- osamu..!~” you completely change up your tune. the soft twisting of his fingers gets your brain muddled within seconds, a slight force pressing itself around your g-spot. “let's switch up our usual punishments for tonight.” he suggests, thumb rubbing your clit gently. dazai curls his fingers, making sure to angle it in a way that has you drooling. “we're going to stay in the office for overtime, and you'll cum on my tongue until sunrise.”

with his conditions set in stone, you knew you had fucked up by seeing his wicked smile. “you know what to say if you need me to stop.” in one swift motion, dazai is already lapping at your cunt with his hands pushing on your knees

#( CHUUYA🪽. ) wc; 897

chuuya didn't have time to entertain your little musings recently. it's not like he wanted to ignore you, trust him—he really didn't, but sometimes even time was out of his control and he was speeding against the clock to get this project done in time. having enough of him ignoring you, you stay beside him, chuuya thinking that you were just idly sitting next to him as a good support. but in truth, you already had a trick up your sleeve. sinking to the floor, you have your hands on his lap as you unzip his fly with an innocent expression on your face. “good evening girls! let's do an unboxing vid today!~” you giggle to yourself as chuuyas shocked expression morphs into that of irritation. getting up, he leaves you be—unfortunately for him, you had a plan b. slapping his ass hard, you give him a smooch before making a run for it down the hall, with your boyfriend loudly shouting at you to ‘get your ass back here’.

his hands knead the plush of your ass, his strong and veiny hands handling you roughly with some sort of care to it. “fucking bitch.” he mutters under his breath, bending you over his desk. “you didn't need to go the extra mile for my attention, but here you are,” chuuya unbuckles his belt. he pushes up your skirt, laughing in mockery when he sees the wet patch sticking on your underwear. “damn, couldn't wait huh? what? did you finger yourself before acting up?”

not waiting for an answer, he slaps your ass. the stinging pain making you bite your lip. “talkin’ to ya’, don't ignore me.” he pushes his boxers down to expose his rock-hard dick, tip leaking precum and all. he rubs his dick in the crack of your ass, asking if you could feel the effect you had on him. “yes - ah!- hu-hurry…” a shake breath left your lips as you feel the redhead align himself up with your hole. chuuya leans down, “y'know what to say, right sweets?” he whispers into your ear. nodding your head, you push your ass onto his crotch.

after receiving your consent, chuuyas hips slammed into yours—a loud moan rippling out of you both. “fuuuck,” he groans. “ahnn!~ haa..” trembling a bit, your hands latched to the edge of his desk. without wasting a single second to spare, chuuya starts humping you like a bitch in heat. pretty ironic considering his previous name calling from earlier. “hgn! chu - ah!~ chuchu!” you moan his name without shame. chuuya grunts, shoving your head into his desk. “dammit - fuck. shut up!” he shouts just barely above a whisper.

“you want my men to hear how much of a slut you are?” he questions, thrusts speeding up with each word. you don't have any time to breathe by how chuuya us knocking the wind out of your lungs every second. “to hear all your moans - when they already saw you act like an absolute porno bitch.” he grabs ahold of your hair and bundles it up into his palm. pulling you up, chuuya forces you to look at the slightly cracked open door.

“see that?” his voice is hushed, a huge contrast to your bitten muffles. “they won't even need to walk in, all they need'a do is walk by.” chuuya slaps your ass, “to see how much of an absolute cock slut you are for me.” you squeal when chuuya hits that certain spot inside you, legs kicking the ground as you try to sustain what's little left of yourself before you went full-blown whore for him. “chu!~ ghnn!!gonna!!~ mm! I'm gonna-cumm!”

chuuyas dick curves so perfectly inside you, the tip of his dick punching your g-spot and drags along it as he slides in and out of your cunt. “naaah, brats don't get to cum. hold it or don't cum at all.” he orders, hips not slowing down one bit despite his notion. “c-cant!!” you try to explain to him, your orgasm reaching its limit. chuuya doesn't listen however, your mindless blabber can be saved for when you're actually fucked dumb.

“you can,” he supports himself using one arm while his free hand wraps itself under your stomach, feeling his dick bulge your stomach. “wait for me dolly, alright?” he groans, his own high building up as soon as you whine so beautifully underneath him. you shake your head, cunt starting to burst glitter everywhere. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m soorrry!! sorrryyy!!!~” he hears you squeal in anticipation, dick nestled onto your spot as he grinds into you.

“aha~ shit pretty girl. yer’ still so fuck-ghn!- fuck, tight~” chuuyas breath is heavy, he sounds exhausted but you knew better than to believe that. he stamina was no joke and you could testify first hand to that. his hands grip your hips hard, thrusting so aggressively, you think he's going to drag the uterus out with him. “gunnacum-cumcum~ cumming - shit!~ [name]!!~” he moans your name rather loudly—hypocrite much. as he cums, chuuya bit your shoulder blade, hips stilling inside your pussy once white ropes shoot inside thick and creamy.

“fucking hell pretty - ‘m so sorry,” he whines into your shoulder, subtly rutting into you to ride out his high. “you're so pretty. my good girl, can't ever be mad at you.”—again, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior towards you.

@rusmii 2024 . do not do the basic copy right shit pls.

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hotpinkboots · 3 months

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~"𝓡𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓼"~

(Erik Destler x Fem!Reader Fluff)

Summary: Erik had intended to assist you in rehearsing for the next performance. He soon finds he cannot be near you for long without melting in your mere presence.

Warning(s): It is mentioned that the actor the Reader must perform with is perverted (Erik isn't having that dw)

How long it took to write: 4 Hours

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The orchestra thundered from above the Phantom's lair, muffled, but loud enough for you and your lover to feel and hear. The world had stopped spinning, this moment in time was the only moment that had ever existed- it felt as though the world had been created just for the two of you. You danced across the floor with the Opera Ghost, Erik, of whose name only was allowed to grace your ears, and to be silenced and secret from all others.

Erik had insisted that he lead your dance rehearsals for this Opera, for seeing you dance lovingly with another man filled his chest with a fit of restricting jealousy so hot that it burned like wildfire. His fury was only heightened further when he had spotted the man earlier, staring at you in a perverted manner just as he had stared at all the other women. Erik would not allow you to be touched by the man longer than you had to on stage.

There was not much room to dance, but it sufficed. Anytime you'd knock a lit candle over, he'd catch the candelabra with a nimble hand without needing to tear his gaze away from your sweet features. His gloved hands guided your movements knowingly, for he had an excellent memory that allowed him to memorize and understand a dance in only a few practices.

After rehearsing the dance three times, Erik had decided he'd grown bored of it. The dramatic steps faded into a basic gentle box step. Erik's gloved hand lifted to smooth back the frizzed baby hairs on your hairline. He leaned in to press his warm lips against your forehead, allowing the kiss to linger. He turned his head to rest his left cheek atop your head. "You dance beautifully. Like an angel."

Your Phantom had compared you to the most heavenly of angels countless times. Although you may have gotten used to it with how often he repeated it, it never lost meaning for him. The masked gentleman truly found you to be the most divine of all. You were his angel, his goddess, his salvation.

You returned his affections by gliding the pads of your fingers tenderly up and down the back of his neck. He suppressed a shudder at the feel of your loving fingertips. How touch-starved he was to shudder at a simple caress. "Thank you," you accepted his sweet compliment humbly, a smile gracing your lips.

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sunrisemill · 28 days

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♡ The little things ♡

Summary: Matt has always been pressured to live up to his father and everything that he expects him to be. Y/n has always been very quiet and has been pressured by her whole family to step out of her comfort zone and live her life free from her worries. What will happen when they unexpectedly run into each other at a random ice cream shop?

(Warnings: Toxic family members (Nothing happens though dw it’s only mentioned)

Pt.2

(Matt’s POV)

“You want me to leave?! Fine then, I’m done dealing with this shit.”

I shout out across the house before slamming the front door behind me.

This is the third fight we've had this week.

Ever since my dad found out I've been ditching classes he's been on my ass about everything.

So what? I skip a couple of art classes. It's not like it actually matters.

The thing is my dad is a stern man. Ever since I was a child he told me that I needed to learn how to be a real man.

So that means I shouldn't ever talk about how I feel. I should just suppress my emotions, so I do that.

The only downside is that my emotions come back up in bursts of anger that I can't control.

It's not like I want to be this way, it's the way I've been wired since I could remember.

But the truth is I’m scared.

I’m scared that I’m never going to escape these emotions.

Everyone is going to forever know me as the miserable grump, Matt Sturniolo.

I wish I could change it around but nobody gives me the chance.

Maybe… when the opportunity arises I might have a chance, but I know that's not true.

As I start to spiral into worse thoughts, a hot pink neon sign in the shape of an ice cream cone catches my attention.

I find myself squinting my eyes as I try to make out the letters.

“Gelato Galore”

No way they’re being serious…

GELATO GALORE?

That's ridiculous but I might as well try it, all I want is to be alone and what better place to be alone than an ice cream shop during winter?

I step through the door and I’m instantly overwhelmed by the bright colours, I feel like I’m drowning in an ocean of pink.

It’s everywhere I look!

As my eyes dart around they land on the only person in the shop besides the workers.

It’s a random girl and she seems upset, I feel like I know her from somewhere but I can’t place it.

The way she looks is something you could only describe as a depressing portrait made by a struggling artist, her hair falling in front of her face as tears roll down her cheeks.

The redness on her nose matching the small cherry on top of her sundae that she seems to be refusing to eat by the way she pushes it aside.

I feel a strong urge to check up on her but I don’t know if I should. I’ve never been good at helping people in need.

I sigh as I walk up to the counter. Whatever she's going through is none of my business.

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(Y/ns POV)

I let out a couple of sad sniffles as I push the little maraschino cherry that's on top of my ice cream to the side.

He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago…

I keep telling myself that he must be stuck in traffic or maybe he's just running late and I'm overthinking it all.

I've been repeating all the different scenarios in my head and reasons why he could be late.

My nails impatiently tap against the pink plastic spoon they gave me, I feel as though I’ve been here for hours when in reality it has only been around twenty minutes.

Why can’t he just call me or even text me if he’s running late?

That's when I see my phone light up on the table. I quickly pick it up and I'm met with his contact name.

As I read the message he sent me I could physically feel my heart drop, all of the hope I had was crushed within a second

“I can't make it.”

What the fuck? No sorry? No explanation? Nothing.

I can't believe he could treat me with such disrespect.

I feel like such an idiot…

I sigh in defeat, I place my phone down on the table and dive straight back into my ice cream to distract myself from the current heartbreak I'm feeling.

As I scraped some ice cream from the bottom of the tub, I noticed that the chair in front of me had just pulled back and someone had taken a seat on it.

“Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I couldn't help but notice that something seems to be bothering you. Is everything okay?”

what? I lift my head and I'm met with the sight of a stranger.

But he's not really a stranger, It appears to be Matt Sturniolo.

Although I have seen Matt at school and around the small town that we live in, we don't necessarily run in the same social group.

I sigh as I sit up straight and put down my now-empty ice cream tub.

“I'm fine, really. Don't worry about it.”

I look back down at the table, silently praying that he goes away but he stays.

“So…you a fan of ice cream?”

His small voice catches me off guard, I’ve never heard him talk with such little confidence.

Every inch of my body screams at me to get up and leave. To ignore the boy sat opposite. To run straight back to my room and rot in bed. Run back to my comfort zone.

But I hear my mother's voice ringing throughout my head.

“Come on, Y/n. You're not going to go anywhere in life if you don't put yourself out there. Just try it once, you might be surprised by what could happen.”

So I swallow every anxious feeling screaming at me to leave.

“Yeah. I mean… who isn't?”

A small smile on my lips. I lift my head to look at him, noticing the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

~~~~

I feel a peaceful smile tug on my lips, the scent of cold crisp air filling my senses.

I've always loved the winter. It has a sense of comfort that has always overwhelmed me.

I feel myself dipping deeper and deeper into a state of tranquillity when suddenly the boy next to me speaks up.

“You never answered my question earlier.”

He peers down at me. I sigh.

“What question?”

I know what question he's talking about. I've been asked the same question for years and I've grown to become annoyed at it as I grow older.

“I asked you, why are you always by yourself? Don't you have any friends?”

I tense up and he notices. He stops walking and grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop in the middle of the pavement.

“I'm sorry…”

I watch as his face contorts into a remorseful expression. His eyebrows knitting together.

“I didn't mean to come off as rude. It's just… I've seen you around school and you're always alone, I'm curious.”

I sigh as I look away from him. This is the last thing I need right now. I don't need someone here pointing out stuff that I already know.

It's frustrating. I tug my wrist out of his grip.

“Why don't you… oh, I don't know… mind your business.”

My tone is filled to the brim with annoyance. The way his face falls causes a twinge of guilt to seep into my heart but I push it down.

“Look, I'm just trying to help.”

He speaks through gritted teeth.

That was my last straw.

Without saying another word, I spin around on my heels and walk in the other direction. Completely ignoring the sound of his voice calling out for me.

So much for trying to make a friend.

(A/N: omg this literally took me weeks to finish 😭 I’ve been having an INSANE and extremely frustrating writers block but she’s done 😋 thank you so so much for reading <333)

Tags: @guccifrog @junnniiieee07

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo angst #matthew sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you

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aae-tuu · 8 months

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POV: Driving

Ft: G. Satoru & G.Suguru (except I have a favorite) (fluff, crack, gn!reader)

Buckle up for this one (literally. remember, seatbelts save lives)

Gojo Satoru:

Haha

no.

Never let this man get behind that fucking steering wheel

There’s a reason ijichi drives him anywhere and everywhere

It’s cause even he knows that he’d wreck havoc on the road

Once that man puts his hands on the steering wheel

Not even god can save you (he’s abandoned you too)

Either drives with both hands on the steering wheel but he’s leaning forward with a huge grin on his face looking like a gremlin as he turns the steering wheel all the fucking way just to take a tiny turn or he leans back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out his open window (still turns the steering wheel all the fucking way just to make a small turn and you all almost flip over)

Uses the keys to only unlock the drivers side, gets in, looks at you locked out, points and laughs, and then unlocks the passenger door

Swerves…a lot

Even when it isn’t necessary

He drives with the confidence of a much more experienced driver

he probably thinks he’s in Fast and Furious

Wants to drive a manual but you don’t even trust him with an automatic so

Tries to do burnouts

Gets bonked by Geto instead

Refuses to listen to any advice you give him

“I’m Gojo Satoru. There’s nothing I can’t do” - Famous last words after you kicked him out of the car and made him walk because last time he said that he crashed the car

Hogs the aux that bitch

Once asked if he could really grab a rope using one of the tires while in the car

This is what happens when you let him drive

(If you can’t watch or the link doesn’t work dw it’s screen recorded and you’ll find it at the bottom)

Don’t ask how he managed to do it

I hope you didn’t eat anything before getting into that car with him

Cause it’s coming right back up

You and geto fight over who gets to sit shotgun

And it’s not

“I want to sit!” “No I do!”

It’s

“You sit!” “No I sat last time!” “Just sit down👹”

Honks at people way too much

He’ll be behind a car and the light is red right

The second

the millisecond

it turns green

He’s honking at the car even if they’re already in the process of going forward

Also check on Geto before he passes out

Geto Suguru:

Only one I’d trust to drive me anywhere

He’s just so…good!

Does that thing where he puts his hand behind your seat to look back and it just ajdosjosks tehehe

Tho

I think he has a lot of suppressed anger that just comes out on the road

Cause there’s dumb drivers (ahemgojoahemhem) that just stress him out

Do not brake check this man please

He will find a way to get past you and do it back in the most petty way possible

Or tailgate him

Do not

It’s for your own good and safety

Sometimes curses under his breath (awooga) at other drivers but never sends a middle finger their way

He’s above that

Actually knows how to swerve smoothly

I think he’d drive a manual

Idk maybe I’m projecting cause I think he’d look hot shifting

(His arms rahsjsoksks)

I imagine him doing that thing where you’re like, “You’re gonna miss the exit!!” and you’re like 3-4 lanes away and he just

Goes for it

And makes it

And he just looks at you with a grin on his face while you’re probably holding on for your life

Will be all cheesy and open the passenger door for you to get in before closing it and walking to his side (if he’s in a good enough mood and he likes you he’ll put the seatbelt on for you too Ugh I wanna smooch him)

You and Gojo literally throw hands to sit shotgun while Geto watches from the drivers seat like

☺️

(He likes the attention)

Also literally has everything in his car??

In the glovebox there’s chargers, tissues, gum, pens, hair clips/ties

Anything you could ever want is there for you to grab, borrow, use whatever

Will let you have the aux (only after being an ass about it to annoy you. he doesn’t actually want it)

If you don’t know how to shift it’s okay

He’ll teach you

Has a small bump on his head from when Gojo turned too hard and he accidentally slammed his head against the part near the window

For those who wanted to see the Gojo video:

HAJSOKS

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gn!reader #I wanna smooch geto #he’s just a little guy #and gojo uh #he can stay the hell away from me #still love him tho😍🤞#(or do i🧌)

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kenlvry · 1 year

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Kyle x s/o who smokes nic n weed n gets all cozy when they highing yo, laying o ZAZA!!

high with kyle

an, never smoke weed b4 but i have a vape, does that count as nic?? idk. also what do you call it when you take a smoke.. like take a blunt?? take a huff?? take a hit?? i hope you guys understand what i mean bc im using it in this also gn reader, reader isn't colour coded so dw

"dont be a wuss and do it kyle, it's not like it can do anything to you or anything" you said as you pass the joint to kyle " smoking weed is literally as dangerous as smoking cigarettes" he said passing it back to you "boo ur no fun" you said as you placed it inbetween your mouth, kyle let out a loud sigh "fine give it, if i get cancer it's your fault" you laughed and passed it to him. you two were in your house, your parents isn't coming home soon so why not take this opportunity? he coughed a little but he smoked before so it was ok, still coughing you took it away from his hands "dude where did you even get this?" you were all giggly and took another hit "hehe stans dad" "maybe youve had enough of this, ur wayyy too high" you just laughed and he took more hits anddd before you know it you two were high, you two laughed at every single shit. your cat licking its asshole? funny as hell, you burped? fucking comedian. kyle then dropped the blunt and you were too high to get mad and just laughed "dude we should like totally make out" "what." you stared at him "just kidding omg you totally thought i was being fr" and you bursted out laughing acting as if mans was kevin hart. then the door flung opened, it was stan "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?? my dad told you bought weed y/n " you stood up walking over to him putting your hand around his shoulder "why? you want it on this?" kyle also walked over "cmon, this shit is actually good" "no thankyou, if you die 5 years from now i won't come to the funeral" you both laughed as he left your house "whatever loser". there were board games on your table and you decided to play snakes and ladders, classic game "cmon kyle what colour counter do you want" he then proceeds to put his counter on the board "kyle thats a chess peice" you to would prank call cartman acting like your funny "um hello yes you have contacted how to be a stripper hotline, do you want to be a stripper?" you two suppress laughter as if he cant hear the "dude shut up" from the other line, you can hear cartman let out a loud sigh "y/n youre the one who called me and this is the 3rd time you called get a life bitch" "thats definitely what a stripper would say" and you two burst out laughing , cartman blocks you atp. he'd green out first like mans is sweating in the middle of snakes and ladders but refuses to loose and is still rolling the dice "dude i think imma puke" "sick dude do it in the bathroom" and he vomits "i think.... i need to lay down" "LAY DOWN ON THE COUCH NOT IN YOUR OWN PUKE". when he wakes up he has no idea of what happens and claims he never smoked but you,stan,cartman and the vomit stain on your carpet says otherwise.

#kyle broflovski #sp kyle #kyle broflovski x reader #sp kyle broflovski #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park

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inkperch · 2 months

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Okay I honestly don’t know if it sent the first time cause I got a error message so I’m sending it again (sorry if this is here twice.)

I have two ideas of how the meeting would go.

One Velvette found out on her own that Vaggie was a Carmine but just didn’t bring it up but Vaggie didn’t know Velvette was Velvette of the Vees. Velvette comes into the meeting room and purposely makes her way to Vaggie while doing her grand entrance spiel making a big deal of kissing Vaggie just to watch Carmilla have to silently go into rage and then shock when she sees her daughter kiss back.

Two neither knew and it’s basically the spider man meme where Vaggie is shocked and Carmilla and Velvette are trying to suppress their shocked expressions while piecing everything together.

It only sent once, dw!

Carmilla definitely has some thoughts about her daughter's taste lol, Vaggie mentions her last name at some point fairly early on but it's casual enough Vel might not link those dots-

#vaggie carmine au #...i should prob think of a ship name huh-#Is there one already?

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kairos-polaris · 4 months

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So I found this around, can I ask for Gojo/ Yuuji?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

hi!! I love this so much, have been thinking about it ever since i woke up

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

Gojo has height advantage so he is the giving nose/forehead kisses randomly but when they are cuddling it's Yuuji. And Satoru just melts from hos soft and loving Yuuji is

- Gets jealous the most

Gojo 100%, he is a jealous selfish bastard man who doesn't like people being too close to his precious Yuuji. He gets ten times more openly affectionate with Yuuji if he sees someone too close to him

- Picks the other person from the bar when they're too drunk to drive

Both! Gojo when he decides to join Shoko, it doesn't take long for him to get black out drunk so Shoko is usually the one calling Yuuji so he could get his boyfriend. In the morning Satoru intentionally doesn't rct his hungover so Yuuji would take care of him

And I see Nobara dragging Yuuji and Megumi with her to go clubbing, on the rare occasions Yuuji gets too drunk Megumi (the always sober friend) calls Gojo. Gojo forces Ijichi to drive him tho because he wants to make out with Yuuji in the backseat and Yuuji is always too indulgent of him

- Takes care of on sick days

They both don't get sick easily, especially with Gojo's rct but Yuuji is 100% the caretaker, he frets over Satoru and makes sure he gets better soon

- Gives unprompted massages

Yuuji! He offers to massage Satoru's neck and shoulders whenever he is back from a time consuming mission and Gojo always accepts, Yuuji touch always makes him feel better and less annoyed with the higher ups for wasting his time

- Brings the other lunches and work

Yuuji, he wakes up early to make the best lunches for Satoru and will always bring them to him so they could have lunch together if they have no missions then

In a no curses au all of Gojo's coworkers would be so jealous watching him get handfed the most delicious lunch by his handsome boyfriend. One time Yuuji was the one who forgot his lunch and Satoru brought it to him, now making all of Yuuji's coworkers jealous and envious

- Has the better parental relationship

Probably Yuuji if you consider his grandfather as his parent. But they were both seen as tools by their parent(s). With Yuuji we do know that Jin cared for him (for as long as he was around) and so does Kenjaku to some extent. We don't know enough about Satoru's parents to say for sure but I do think they saw six eyes and limitless user before they saw their son

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

Gojo and I don't think I need to explain that, he definitely has a sensei kink

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Gojo in the very rare circumstances he does get drunk. Yuuji too, he would be super embarrassed in the morning but Satoru thinks it's cute (there is almost nothing that could make Satoru think Yuuji isn't cute)

- Still cries watching Titanic

As a person who never watched Titanic I'd say Yuuji because of the human earthworm stuff and how compassionate he is. Satoru wouldn't cry because he is too used to suppressing his feelings as the strongest (dw about it, Yuuji helps him with that)

- Firmly believes in couples costume

Gojo, he needs to make it clear to everyone Yuuji is taken 🥰 ("Everyone already knows, idiot," - Megumi probably)

- Breaks the expensive gift rule for Christmas

Gojo, I like the hc that Yuuji struggles with accepting gifts so Satoru, who wants to spoil his precious boyfriend, would buy things all throughout the year and then act shocked there are so many gifts for Yuuji when Christmas comes. Yuuji is flustered over the disparity in price and quantity and doesn't buy Satoru's "I just panic bought everything to make sure you like your gifts" excuse because every single thing is perfectly tailored to his taste. But eventually he gives in to Satoru's puppy eyes

- Makes the other eat breakfast

Yuuji, the habit of getting up early to cook a healthy breakfast for Satoru started during the basement arc and then carried on even when Yuuji lived in the dorms. Satoru protested a bit at first but gave in quickly because he likes being taken care of

- Remembers anniversaries

Satoru remembers every single important date and uses them as excuses to spoil Yuuji with gifts. Yuuji remembers the major stuff and spoils Satoru back

- Brings up having kids

I imagine they both would skirt around it not wanting to pressure the other but in the end it would be Yuuji, armed with lots and lots of reassurance from Megumi and Nobara

#my asks #goyuu #tysm for this!!! i had sm fun answering :D

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amaya-7 · 10 months

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How the Hashira’s act when jealous !!

Characters: renkogu, mitsuri, obanai, giyuu, muichiro, shinobu, sanemi

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CW: Explicit language, blasphemy, reader is fem!leaning, a sprinkle of suggestive content (literally the size of dust dw), Muichiro is a menace to society, su1c1de is mentioned sarcastically

- Lmk if I missed anything

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Giyuu ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

➶ My guy is NOT having it

➶ Hmm

➶ He’ll probably just stare at the person who’s making him jealous

➶ He’s not blinking

➶ He’s not breathing

➶ Pls breath

➶ It’s like, you know that look your mother (or parent) gave you when little 12yr old you flipped them off behind their back and they turned around? You learned your lesson that day.

➶ That is the look Giyuu has on his face

➶ Good lord

➶ You’re looking in between him and the other dude and notice that they’re both just staring at each other

➶ Like, c’mon now

➶ They’re like lizards or something

➶ But in his head, you’re the one person who can put up with him and his questionable social skills

➶ His luck can’t get that good again, so if this other guys thinks he has a chance

➶ Giyuu will be ready to rumble

➶ And by that I mean he’s walking away (with you ofc)

➶ You ask him if he’s okay afterwards because wtf

➶ He’s just “yeah >:(”

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Shinobu ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

✾ You’re both down at the local markets to stock up her pharmaceuticals and this person just won’t stop staring at you?

✾ Oh? And now they have the audacity to come and strike up a conversation? WITH YOU?

✾ “I know where you live”

✾ Help? 😭

✾ That person looks at her and asks what she said and Shinobu’s just like “oh nothing, nothing! 🥰”

✾ She’s not the most physically affectionate person

✾ But she will make a point of standing closer than is needed next to you

✾ That person says something funny? She lightly laughing along, covering her mouth with her free hand girlishly

✾ But don’t be fooled

✾ She’s trying her best to suppress the enormous boner her middle finger has rn

✾ She’s adjusting her kimono that she wears for going into town, she’s clearing her throat lightly, she’s brushing dust off of your shoulder

✾ Miss girl is giving every sign under the sun that she doesn’t give a shit about your pursuer

✾ If they haven’t gotten the hint that Shinobu is telling them to fly away,

✾ She’ll give an “Oh, how impressive! Though we would love to hear you mention that for the 4th time again, I think it’s really time for us to get a move on.”

✾ And she’s giving them that smile

✾ ‘time to go before I lose my shit :)’

✾ Is what she’s really thinking

✾ Props to her for that insane self control

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Rengoku ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

҉ Imagine a big wall

҉ And on that big wall is written “thou cock, shall be blocked!”

҉ It’s him

҉ He’s eccentric in his persona, we all know that

҉ So say someone walks up to you

҉ They’re so blinded by love at first sight that they don’t notice the massive, 5’10, 72kg, gorgeously muscled, face carved by angels themselves, man standing next to you

҉ Seriously

҉ It’s like trying to compare a cactus to Jesus

҉ Kyojuro just watches at first, a little sickly feeling in his stomach

҉ The person is literally about to get on their knees for you

҉ But Kyojuro says no 🙅‍♀️

҉ “Surely you have better things to do with your life, my good sir! Stealing another man’s partner can’t be your top priority!”

҉ You look at him and then the guy

҉ The guy is staring at Kyojuro

҉ “That is my partner!” He continues

҉ “For me!”

҉ Please we get it

҉ Bro was so quick to shatter his heart

҉ The other guy is just standing there, eyebrows furrowed while Kyojuro beams at him

҉ “Can we go…?” You say

҉ “We can go wherever you wish my love!”

҉ It’s just overkill at this point

҉ The other guy will never recover

҉ Even though Kyojuro is feeling petty, he’ll still give the guy a pat on the shoulder as you both walk off

҉ Because his heart weighs 24kg of pure gold

҉ I’m so in love

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Mitsuri ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

❥ Like her teacher, she has a heart of pure gold

❥ Her getting jealous would be very different to everyone else

❥ She’d probably get sad

❥ My poor pookie

❥ You’re both strolling through a nearby town on her day off, holding hands, hearts in both of your eyes, frolicking near the food stalls

❥ And all of a sudden

❥ Your shoulder is being touched by someone other than the love of your life

❥ Awful

❥ Sacrilegious

❥ The person is obviously under the influence of alcohol

❥ On a Tuesday afternoon nevertheless

❥ They’re asking you to ditch your “friend” and go have fun with them

❥ You decline, Mitsuri steps in to clarify that you’re courting, but the person just doesn’t get it?

❥ You call them a creep (along with a few more colourful words) and leave

❥ You notice that Mitsuri is pretty quiet

❥ So you ask her if she’s okay

❥ “I-if I’M okay? I should be asking you that! I’m so sorry I didn’t step in more! People like that are just the worst! They should be treated the same as demons for violating human beings like that! Ohhhh, if I ever see that fiddle-faddle-fuc-”

❥ So, you do eventually calm her down

❥ You can tell that she’s a bit more than jealous; her pride, ego, and self-esteem took a small hit too

❥ So you comfort her like the loving partner you are, and she brings her love to the table too

❥ You both end up gushing over each other in squeals and tears

❥ It’s back to a world made of cotton candy and butterflies with you two

❥ There’s a few civilian side-eyes

❥ But who gives a shit when love conquers all

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Obanai ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

୭ LMFAOOO

୭ He is letting mental middle fingers fly into the world

୭ Someone is getting a little too friendly with you

୭ Do you see that big rock on the ground? Because Obanai definitely does ‼️

୭ He’ll be making voodoo dolls later if this keeps up

୭ Be stringing them together while humming a little tune, distant screams in the background

୭ However, his posture isn’t aggressive at all

୭ But it’s definitely threatening

୭ Slightly hunched shoulders, eyes nothing more than slits, an ominous aura surrounding him

୭ You, on the other hand, look like a ray of fucking sunshine!

୭ You’re being polite, bowing slightly in appreciation whenever you’re complimented, laughing at the persons witty remarks

୭ Physical representation of Yin & Yang

୭ The other person thinks they hear a bee buzzing around

୭ It’s actually Obanai mumbling curses and casting spells

୭ Bro’s a witch ‼️

୭ Now, this man would kiss the ground you walked on if it was socially acceptable

୭ So to see someone else act like they would do that?

୭ Nah

୭ He’s letting Kaburamaru loose as you speak

୭ Just kidding

୭ He knows you would beat his ass if he did that

୭ Hashira or not

୭ So when he’s decided that the moment was long overdue, he puts a hand on your lower back and guides you away from the parasite

୭ He later found out that said “parasite” was just your cousin

୭ He misread the situation so bad

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Sanemi ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

༄ؘ Good

༄ؘ Fucking

༄ؘ Luck

༄ؘ It’s common knowledge that he has some mental alpha male shit going on

༄ؘ Heard of the saying ‘Don’t poke a sleeping bear’?

༄ؘ Well what if I told you that bear was awake

༄ؘ And it just let it’s food run away

༄ؘ And it’s been poked by 263 other sticks

༄ؘ And it’s on fire

༄ؘ Does this remind you of anyone?

༄ؘ It is on SITE if someone makes him jealous

༄ؘ The problem will be dealt in 3 seconds. Permanently.

༄ؘ Jk Sanemi wouldn’t go that far. He’s just a ‘lil boi

༄ؘ I feel like he would jump to conclusions too quickly like I mentioned with Iguro

༄ؘ But he would be very confronting about his anger towards the person who’s completely disregarding his presence

༄ؘ He’s immediately speaking up

༄ؘ Ain’t got no time to be brushed off

༄ؘ “Huh? You’re not going to compliment my attire too? Careful, I might start thinking you’re trying to take something that’s not yours.”

༄ؘ “You’re a funny one, aren’t you? It’s a shame I didn’t laugh. Let’s go somewhere else and I can show you how real men make jokes.”

༄ؘ He’s got the other dude shitting bricks

༄ؘ Sanemi is definitely the scariest of them all, but when it boils down to it, he’s just growing tough skin so the people he loves don’t have to

༄ؘ But, it might be best to keep him away from public spaces

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Muichiro ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

✧ The sass is astronomical

✧ The sarcasm is absolutely brutal

✧ The amount of roasts this boy throws around will fund firefighters pay checks for years

✧ Absolute legend

✧ He see’s that you’re not paying enough attention to him? That guy on the train is talking to you about that hobby you share for too long?

✧ No one is safe

✧ “Maybe if you went outside more you’d have more than one topic to discuss.”

✧ “You enjoy travelling? You couldn’t find your way out of a paper bag with a lamp and map if you tried.”

✧ “Sharp as a marble, that one.”

✧ “Oh I’m sure you’ll go far someday. And I really hope you stay there.”

✧ People around you are gasping left, right and centre

✧ You feel the need to apologise with seppaku atp

✧ There’s just no other way to atone for those spitballs of fire

✧ Might as well be a dragon

✧ “Sorry everyone, he’s just hungry..”

✧ He ain’t hungry he’s just like that

✧ The other guy on the train stops talking to you because that would be suicide

✧ You notice that Muichiro’s mood has lifted incredibly

✧ “Why did you do that?”

✧ “I don’t appreciate being treated like I’m not here.”

✧ Yes ur majesty

✧ “Anyways, I brought a board to play shogi with so let’s do that to pass some time!”

✧ Yes!! Let’s pretend the guy you just roasted alive isn’t sobbing into a napkin over there

✧ He’s just an angsty teen boy who needs your attention to live apparently

✧ He’s also petty and isn’t above disrespecting his elders (as we’ve previously seen)

✧ So, be careful with dividing your attention because the consequences are mortifying 💀

#hashira #pillars #kny headcanons #Muichiro #mitsuri #obanai #rengoku #Giyuu #Sanemi #headcanon #cannon #viral #demon slayer #anime #jealousy #kimetsu icons #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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Hello dear!

Bad news ;-; I just founded a picture of my kitten when I first found him! But Tumblr is failing me today and it doesn't let me post it here out of anon ;-;

Anyway, changing the topic. What do you think about a roadtrip with Price? Just he and the reader, with reader driving through the highway with the sun making the windshield shine a bit. And Price just looking at reader, looking the smile they had as happy as if there was nothing wrong in the world. Then once they turn the radio on, their favorite song start and reader chuckle with happiness.

And if it's a sweet, romantic song? Reader starts to sing without looking at Price, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses, just marking the rythm on the steering wheel. But Price knew that reader was dedicating him the song, and felt butterflies just thinking about it.

While reader continued, they grab Price's hand as the song reach the chorus. Then reader kisses Price knuckles and smiles just as a Hollywood handsome actor, whispering 'I love you' before paying attention to the road again.

What song can fit?

-♠️

Hello sugar!!

Yes unfortunately tumblr won’t let u send pics on anon for whatever reason but dw sugar as you say in my country, the fact that you even thought of it was like you gave me it so thank you!!

Anonie this is one of the best price thoughts I’ve read in such a long time oh the thought of serenading him, price doing his best to suppress a smile and looking off to the side. However slowly but surely he’s got his fully body turned to you arms folded over his chest, brows raised while looking at you singing for him.

It will come back by hozier softly playing in the bg, and you’re drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, singing so loud you’re sure everyone outside can hear but you don’t care because you’re serenading the man of your dream.

Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ don’t be kind to it

You sing as exaggerated as ever, one hand flailing about in the air and he scoffs at your antics, eyes rolling while doing his best to suppress the smile on his face.

At some point, he’d just grab your hand, put it on his thigh, while slyly glancing off to the side

#alec answers #♠️ anon

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fatbiatchforever · 2 years

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🔥🤦‍♀️(18+)

Ok, so I wrote this almost a year ago. It was only meant for my eyes, but today I'm feeling adventurous so.... Might delete in few hours so dw the cringe will be gone before you know.

Bucky was watching something on TV. He had his hands hung behind the couch and his legs spread wide. I leaned against the door frame trying to get my head right. All I wanted to do was to touch him and lick every ridge and curve.

I moved towards the couch and sat beside him. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and moved closer. I placed my hands on his thigh. Seeing no hesitation from him, I continued.

I moved to sit on my side and place a kiss on his ear. I slowly bit the tip of his ear,

"Y/N..." he scowled.

"I'll stop, if you want me to."

He shook his head, "No. Continue."

I smiled and outlined his jaw with tiny pecks. "You're so hot. You make me crazy with how hot you are." I say while moving down to kiss the side of his neck. "Everything you do turns me on. I try to control it, but there's only so much I can actually bear."

I place pecks on the side of his neck, where I continued to suck to create a hickey,

"Hmmmm, Buck, I really don't know how you ended up with me. I get weak just thinking about you."

Bucky's breathe got heavier as I sucked on the spot till it turned red. I placed a last kiss on the spot, "Want me to continue?"

He drew a deep breathe and opened his eyes. His blue eyes were long gone and his iris took the reign. He nodded.

I placed my hand on the other side of his face, "These lips, could do wonders without trying. I don't think I'll get enough of this."

I kept a small distance between our lips, "Then I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." I slowly licked his bottom lip and tugged on it. He opened his mouth in surprise and I took the chance to slip my tongue in him.

Our mouths perfectly moved against each other. I ran my hand through his beautiful locks and pulled. He moaned into our kiss. I moved back and moved to the other side of his neck.

"You're the most handsome and sexiest man I know." I raised my head to look at him. His breathing was irregular, lips beautifully swollen and painted with red spots on his neck. I placed my knees on both his sides. I could feel it under me.

I whispered into his ear, "No one. No one could turn on me the way you do. I just want to rub myself on you. All the time."

Bucky let out a long suppressed moan.

"I couldn't get my head right since I saw you waking around in that towel. Like it left anything to my imagination. I prayed for it to fall off you."

I tugged on the collar of his shirt, "Lose it. Now." I ordered him. He looked at me wide eyed before he followed my instructions.

I bit my lips as I ran my hands on his collar bones. "Good. You will do as I say, sergeant Barnes. Understood?"

He looked at me with huge grin on his face. I tugged on his hair, "You better answer me, sergeant."

That wiped the grin off his face, "Understood."

I smiled, "Where was I?"

"You wanted my towel to fall." He said with a light red on his face.

"Right." I littered his skin with kisses, "I find this so hot. The way the plates move when you walk around with basically nothing. The metal shinning from the droplets on it. And when you hold onto the towel that's already hanging dangerously low with those fingers." I joined our fingers together and moved to his other arm, "This might not be metal, but drives me just as crazy. Those veins popping out, whenever you do the most simplest tasks. It's like ice cream. No matter how many times I lick it, I can't help but go in for more." My tongue traced his vein that extended from his bicep to his elbow.

"Y/N," Bucky had his eyes fixed on the stripe of saliva.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"Don't stop."

I pulled back, "Bucky. Wait."

He looked at me with worry.

"You need to tell me if it gets too much. If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me."

He gently smiled, "I will. But you have nothing to worry about."

"We need a safe word. Uhm, drawer?"

He chuckled, "Okay. Drawer."

I smiled and placed my hands on his waist. I moved closer to kiss him. I raked my nails along the lines of his muscles. I moved back, "You look beautiful when you're squirming under me."

I placed chaste kisses on his chest and his nipple. "You've been amazing, serge." Bucky had his dilated eyes stuck on me.

I moved to sit on his right thigh. "There are days when all I could do is fantasize about riding your thigh."

I moved back and forth with my head falling back in pleasure. "I can feel your muscles through these sweats. It's so thick. I love you thick. More of you to lick and taste."

I moved faster. Just as I felt I was close I stopped. Bucky left an unsatisfied sigh. "I don't want to ruin the fun for you."

I moved to the floor and sat on my knees. I removed his knot with my teeth and pulled the sweats down. I threw it to the other side of the room while keeping my attention on him.

"Sergeant Barnes going commando. I like it." I licked a stripe from his knee to his v-line. I did the same thing other side, before looking into his eyes and letting out a satisfied moan. He squirmed, "Please."

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Even when you're in me I can't get enough. The way my mind turns to puddle when you ram into me. I love how you destroy me with a few strokes. Only you could do that."

I kissed a line along the insides of his legs. Teasing was pulling a toll on me too. With no more patience to spare in me, I held his length. His grunts made everything worth the wait. I kitty licked his length and his tip.

Bucky's knuckles were turning white from holding onto the couch. If it was any other day, he would have already pushed me on him. Today, he let me lead.

For putting up with me and being patient, I took him in my mouth. Bucky let's out a strangle of moan. I relaxed my throat to take as much as I can. After few seconds, my nose was buried in his pubic bone. My gag reflex was getting better and I couldn't be more proud. I moved slowly to tease him a bit.

"Faster. Please?"

I took him completely out and smile, "Why don't you show me?"

Bucky smirked as he collects my hair into a ponytail. "You love this, don't you?"

I nod as he moved to come closer to my face. He pulled my face closer to him and kissed me. He moved back and leaned, "Get to work, cockslut."

I smiled and took him back in. He let me adjust again before pulling my hair. Bucky's control on me and him thrusting his hips into my mouth, left me with no power. Not that I was complaining. I love when he's in control. I could feel his balls tighten, as I played with it. His moans got louder as he neared his release.

I took him out and sat straight. Bucky's eyes were fixed on me. He smiled as he wiped the cum that was dripping out of my mouth. He pushed his thumb in my lips so I could lick it clean.

I leaned onto him and kissed.

"You taste like me." He grinned as he rested his forehead on mine.

I moved back and removed my shirt. I unhooked my bra and let it fall. Just as hit the ground Bucky's member stood tall again. I giggled at the reaction and moved closer. I spat on my hand and held his member. Bucky's teeth rested on his bottom lip. His head flung back as I increased the pace.

"I think you'll want to see this Sergeant."

He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"Spit." I ordered him.

His eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"I won't repeat again. Spit. Here." I take my hands off of him and point between my breasts. He groaned at the loss of contact. "Are you sure?"

"Do you have a problem?"

"No."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Bucky straightened up. He spat on my valley like I ordered, "Good job, Barnes."

I spread his spit and position so his cock between my breasts.

"Fuck, doll."

I pressed my boobs together while bouncing on my knees. I couldn't help but moan as I saw his tip prodding between my breasts.

"Shit. This feels so good. You're doing amazing, doll." I picked up my pace as Bucky encouraged me. "I'm going to cum, Y/N."

"Please cum on my breasts, sergeant Barnes."

Bucky came apart with a loud groan. His white mess covered my face and boobs. We were both out of breath and minds were a bit hazy. My knees gave out because of which I sat on my side.

Bucky picked me up and set me on the couch. He moved the hair out of my face and got up from the couch. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I opened my eyes as Bucky sat beside my legs and brought the cloth near me.

"No." I screamed and pushed his hands away.

He pulled back, "Doll. I'm just cleaning you. I won't hurt you."

"I know you won't hurt me. Don't clean me up. I want..." I didn't try to frame the words and hoped he would get it.

Bucky's eyebrows knit together as he looked at me. I sigh at the thought of having to actually say it out loud.

That's when his head moves back. "Ohh." He throws the cloth away and leaned back on the side rest. "Go ahead."

I slowly scoop some on my finger and bring it to my lips. I moan at the taste of him. I suck on my finger till I licked it clean. I swiped more on my fingers and licked it clean. Bucky's fingers were hooked on the waist band of my shorts, "You might act innocent but there's nothing that's innocent about you."

He slides the shorts down leaving my panty on. He moved his vibranium fingers over me panty. "You came without me touching you." He pushed the cloth in me. I grind against his cold fingers to gain some friction.

"Look at you. Grinding on me while sucking my cum off. Get up."

I got up and stand in front of him. Bucky leaned back and spread his leg wide. "Strip."

I do as I'm told. He pats his thigh to get me on him. I sat and tried to focus on anything but his gaze. Suddenly, I felt very aware of the fact I'm naked in front of him.

I awkwardly moved my arm around me. "Stop. You weren't shy a few minutes ago. What happened now?"

He cleared his throat, which made me look at him. "I don't know."

He laughed, "You didn't realize how much of a slut you were being. Now that your head can think right, you're more aware of yourself."

I remained silent.

He kissed me and whispers against my neck, "I like it when you're needy and slutty. I get to put you in your place and take care of you."

He scraped his teeth on the skin of my neck. "Now, finish what you started."

I moan as I rocked on his thigh with no barriers in between. I couldn't help but increase my pace. "Buck, oh f- ahhhh" Bucky latched onto my nipples which put me to override. I held onto the back of his neck and pushed him more on me. He cupped my other boob and played with it. "Fuck fuck." I screamed as I come on his thigh.

My mouth was hung open as I came down from my high. Bucky moved away with a pop.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him. Bucky got up as I clung into him, "Buck, put me down. Dude."

He walked to our room and threw me on our bed.

"What's my name?"

"Uhm, Bucky? Don't tell me your age is finally affecting your brain."

He literally pounced on me and whispered, "I'm not playing games. What's my name?"

"Sergeant Barnes."

He was so close that could feel his hot breath on me, "Don't mess with me, slut."

I nodded. Bucky gripped my wrist and pulled it above my head. He left a trail of kiss from my neck to my hip. His scruff made me squirm in pleasure.

He licked a long stripe around my heat, "I'm going to ruin this beautiful pussy."

He blew some air before coming in contact. I moaned as he went deeper. My hand tangled with his soft hair as my eyes roll back.

"Sergeant!" I whined as Bucky gently bit my clit and sucked harshly on it. "I'm close." Bucky moaned, and the vibrations was all I needed to loose it.

"We're not done." He pulled me by my ankles, so I was right under him. We kissed as he slowly entered in me. All I could hear was his beautiful grunts and all I could see was him.

Our eyes met as he looked down. Bucky's charming smile changed to a dark grin. Before I could think more into it, he wrapped his metal hand around my neck. He applied pressure and turned me into a moaning mess, "Who do you belong to?"

"James Bucky Barnes." My voice came out dry and low.

He increased the pressure on my neck and slammed back into me, "LOUDER."

"JAMES BUCKY BARNES."

"That's right. You're mine, kinky whore." I feel myself getting closer again. Bucky increased his pace, "Cum. Cum for me."

He rubbed my clit while his strokes become sloppier. I whimpered as Bucky pulled out of me and came on my tits and stomach.

Bucky laid down beside me as we both cooled off. He got up and brought the rag again. Before I could say anything, he shuts me up, "As much as I love that, you're tired. And I want to hug you." I nodded with a smile on my face. He cleaned me up softly and threw it in the basket. He helped me lay on my spot and went back again.

"Stop moving around!"

Bucky came back with a glass of water, "I promise I won't move after this."

After chugging half, I push the glass towards him. He laughed and took the glass away from me.

Bucky helped me to get comfortable, before getting under the blanket himself . He pressed his lips on my forehead, "I love you."

"Mhmmm. Me too."

He got his arm under the pillow and pulled me closer to him. I snuggled into his chest, "Bucky?"

He looked down at me, "Doll?"

I kissed him quickly before laying back in my favorite place in the world, in his arms.

Bucky's chest rumbled as he laughed, "Let's sleep. I love you so much Y/N. I, I do. I'm going to take care of you. Tomorrow and every day."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #james bucky barnes #bucky marvel #james barnes #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #mcu

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kits-ships · 11 months

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ramo d'ulivo - chapter 1 of ?

ship(s): the master x olive x the doctor word count: 2,436 content warnings: plane crash, bombs, character has a panic attack (or two), a marriage/relationship ending poorly, overreacting/misunderstanding as a plot device notes: this episode is heavily inspired by the dw episode spyfall i. i followed the plot of the episode very closely, but only dialogue was copied. also, this is my 1,000th post!!

The air was stale and stagnant as the group stood in silence. Side eyes were exchanged between the humans, but no one had the confidence to speak up and ask why the Doctor seemed so taken aback.

“Mm.” O’s voice rumbled as a chuckle rose from deep within his throat. “Got me. Well done.” Olive stood behind him with furrowed brows and tried to ignore the fear creeping up her spine. Once it reached the base of her skull, she shuddered. What was happening? Olive had only ever felt such a strong sense of unease in the presence of the Doctor’s most nefarious enemies, so why was it happening now? As far as she was aware, there were no Cybermen about, so she shouldn’t be getting the chills like this. Goosebumps spread over her arms and, as the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she suppressed a shiver. Graham finally broke the suffocating silence by speaking up.

“What’s going on, Doc?” He wondered, shifting his weight nervously as his blue eyes darted around the plane. He was doing his best to read everyone’s expressions, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. It was just a simple slip-up between friends, right? After all, neither the Doctor nor O seemed particularly dangerous; their conversation had just become… uncomfortable. Everyone’s eyes turned to the Time Lord as they held their breath.

“I don’t know.” she breathed out. Olive bit her tongue. Something was wrong and the fact that she couldn’t pinpoint the source had her hearts pounding. O clasped his hands together and turned toward the window

“You’d better take a look outside.” The man grinned, flicking his head to the side. Olive mustered up enough courage to peek over his shoulder and gasped at the sight. The little home that he had shared with her for the past few months was flying alongside the plane; almost as if it’d been plucked from the Earth beneath them. What kind of weird, alien crap was going on now? Were the glowing humanoids behind this, or was O an entirely separate species? Had Olive been flirting with another alien?!

Graham didn’t seem very impressed by the whole ordeal.

“How’s your house out there?” he wondered out loud; almost as if he wasn’t fully comprehending the situation that was unfolding before them. From the corner of her eye, Olive could see her wife softly shake her head. Oh, this was bad; very, very bad. Her beloved Time Lord wasn’t pacing about or interrogating anyone- shouting to find an answer- which meant she was currently going through extreme, mental turmoil.

“A bit Wicked Witch of the West, but you get the gist.” O playfully shrugged before shooting a wink at Ryan.

“No-” The Doctor murmured, studying the man’s face for anything that would tell her this was some cruel joke. A sudden, violent realization hit Olive like a brick wall and her knees nearly buckled from underneath her. Looking up at O, she felt ill.

“No!” The brunette echoed, stumbling back and bumping into the seat behind her. O’s grin spread wider and a crazed look took its place in his eyes.

“Oh, come on, Doctor- catch up. You can do it.” Yaz shot a sideways glance to Graham, who looked beyond confused by this little fuss their group had gotten caught up in. She turned her head to Ryan and noted that he had the same look of dumbfoundedness on his face, telling her absolutely nothing about their current situation. Great. A light, breathy groan escaped past the Doctor’s lips and she suddenly wanted to bury her face in her hands and scream. She chose to restrain herself, however, and allowed her eyes to dart between ‘O’ and Olive. Her hearts dropped and she felt sick to her stomach.

“That’s my name and that,” he gestured to her face, “is why I chose it!” The man beamed, holding back a laugh as the Time Lord nearly doubled over in shock. “Oh, so satisfying.” he cooed. He turned and winked at Olive, who seemed just as stunned as her wife. The joy he felt as he watched panic wash over them was nearly impossible to contain and he began to bounce on his heels. “Doctor,” his teasing voice rang throughout the plane, “I did say, ‘look out for the spymaster.’ Or, should I say, spy… ‘Master?’” Olive leaned against the chair behind her and held a hand over her heart. It was beating so fast that it made her dizzy and she could barely tell that he’d given a small wave alongside his grand reveal. “Hi.”

“You can’t be.” The Doctor whispered; her shoulders trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. Her brown eyes looked between the Master and her wife as she continued to absentmindedly shake her head.

“Oh, I can be.” He purred. “I very much am.” Olive weakly lifted her head and felt her vision blur when she noticed the blonde woman staring at her. She shuddered.

“So what’s going on? He’s not really O?” Ryan asked, desperate to understand his friend’s odd behavior. Just as Graham was about to repeat his grandson’s question, the black-haired man looked over to the Doctor’s companions and smiled proudly.

“I’m her greatest enemy.” He excitedly announced. “Call me Master.” The older man took a step back and looked confused by this sudden demand.

“Call you what?” He questioned; an incredulous look on his face. Ryan furrowed his brows together in disgust.

“Master?” He murmured, trying to ignore just how weird their situation was becoming.

“Me and her go way, way, way, back. Olive and I, though, only go way back.” He grinned proudly as he glanced back at the brunette; only for him to raise an eyebrow when he noticed the two women making intense eye contact. Strangely enough, the human seemed terrified of her wife’s gaze; almost as if a bomb were about to detonate. Well, the Master thought to himself, there was a bomb about to detonate, but this one was a less interesting, metaphorical bomb.

“Olive.” the Doctor whispered; her voice low and raspy. The shorter woman swallowed hard and nodded slightly; dreading what was to come. “You knew?!” she exploded, anger lacing her voice as she lurched forward. “You lied to us?” Sure, her wife had grown a soft spot for a handful of hostile, alien creatures in the past, but the Master always showed himself to be irredeemable. How could she have gone soft for him of all people?

“No.” The girl replied, shaking her head in disbelief. “No- I didn’t, I-”

“How could you not know?!” The woman continued, scowling with hatred when the other Time Lord grinned at her wife. Sure, it would’ve hurt to have known that she’d accidentally collaborated with the Master, but to knowingly trust him was too far. After all, Olive had witnessed his cruelty firsthand; not only did she know he was a killer, but he’d kidnapped her multiple times! What stung the most, however, was the fact that Olive had once promised to always be on her side.

This cut far too deep for the Doctor to keep a level head; not only was everyone in danger, but Olive was supposed to be one of the only people she could trust. “You lived with him for months, Olive- months!” The woman opened her mouth to speak up for herself, but no words formed on her tongue. Instead of being able to deny her apparent betrayal in front of her life partner and friends, she was forced to hold back tears as fear welled up inside her. With a shaky breath, she did her best to collect herself and pushed her shoulders back.

“You don’t understand.” she whispered, her voice cracking. The man in front of her patted Olive on the back and he laughed as the situation unfolded. This hadn’t been a part of his plan, but the Master always loved getting to see the Doctor suffer, so he wasn’t going to complain.

“Tell me why.” The Doctor demanded- voice straining to hold back her anger and hurt. “Did you have a good reason? It’s certainly not hypnotism- he’s already tried and failed that.” The last sentence hung in the air for a few, agonizing moments before she spoke up again. “What have I done to you to deserve this?” Tears finally spilled down Olive’s cheeks and she shook her head. There was nothing she could say to quell her wife’s worries if she wasn’t willing to believe her.

“What about Barton?” Yaz interjected, growing increasingly more uncomfortable as the one-sided argument continued.

“Barton!” The Doctor gasped, jumping into action as if her panic had overridden her anger. She turned and darted down the aisle towards the cockpit, only to nearly collapse when he wasn’t there. With a quick once-over of the compartment, she returned to her friends who grimaced at the sight of her wild, wide-eyed look. “Where is he? What have you done to him?” The Master grinned and replied with a teasing shrug.

“Who’s flying the plane, then?” Graham blurted out, looking to Yaz and Ryan. He then lifted his head to see if the Doctor had an answer, only for the dark-eyed man in front of him to frown.

“Wrong question. Check the seat.” he said- chiding them for such a silly question. The other Time Lord ran back up the aisle and disappeared inside the cockpit, granting the group a moment to turn to Olive. Her hands were visibly trembling and tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Oh dear, the Master hummed to himself, I’ve never given her a panic attack before. What an honor. Out of her friends, Yaz in particular seemed extremely concerned for the woman and flew to her side.

“Olive?” she whispered, running a gentle hand over her shoulder. As expected, the brunette couldn’t form words and was only able to shake her head frantically. From the other room, the Doctor shouted in disbelief and everyone (excluding Olive) turned to face one another.

“Cockpit bomb!” The Master gleefully revealed. “Short fuse,” he turned to Ryan and gave him a playful nudge, “I can relate to that.” The Doctor ignored his rambling and quickly tore her Sonic from her pocket; aiming it at the bomb before activating it.

The sound of the screwdriver seemed to send the strange man into hysterics as Graham watched him slam his fist into the chair next to him. “Now, did you really think I would not make that sonic-proof, Doctor?” He roared, spitting out the woman’s name as if it were a curse. She let out a frustrated noise in return. “Come on!” he shouted. “Deadlock sealed! And- I made sure- no parachutes on board.”

“There must be a way!” The blonde cried, standing in the doorway with tousled hair and panic in her eyes. Yaz continued to rub small circles into Olive’s back; doing her best to comfort her despite the chaos unfolding around them.

“But where’s Barton?” She asked softly, trying not to induce any more panic within their little group. She made eye contact with Ryan, who began to scan the plane for any signs of the man. The Master turned and gave the woman a teasing smile.

“Called off before take-off.” He said with a sing-song tone. “By me!” The man turned and approached Olive, causing Yaz to take a few, cautious steps back. He dropped to his knees beside her in an attempt to catch the girl’s gaze. “You looking to get out of here, Olive?” he teased; unable to hide his growing grin. “Cos I don’t have much faith you’d survive the crash. Human things, yeah? You understand.” She shook her head, but the Master patted her on the shoulder and ignored it. Graham took a step forward towards the two- ready to shove the Time Lord- but the man lept back and smiled to himself. “Just in case you do survive, meet these guys!” He spun on his heel and whistled- adding a snap for extra pizazz. On cue, two of the glowing humanoids manifested beside him and the Master gripped the seats on either side of him.

“I can’t!” The Doctor shouted from afar. “I can’t do it!” She turned and ran back to her friends before diving onto the floor; a loud boom splitting the air as a wave of heat washed over them. Ryan’s ears were ringing and he flinched from the scalding blast, but there was no time to recover. He soon found himself clutching onto the back of a chair, nails digging into the fabric as he prayed that he wouldn’t be expelled from the plane. With the cabin no longer pressurized, it felt as if all the air had been sucked from everyone’s lungs; practically forcing a scream out of their throats. It made for a rather rude interruption to Olive’s crying, but it certainly snapped her out of the fear-filled stupor she had been engulfed by. Her hand flew forwards to grab onto something- anything- only for her to feel warm skin touching hers. She immediately wanted to recoil- to get far away from the Master- but the adrenaline rushing through her refused to loosen her grip. The Time Lord gave a harsh laugh at the gesture and looked between the aliens and his rival.

“One last thing! There’s something you should know in the seconds before you die.” He shouted over the sound of wind rushing past them. The Doctor did her best to look up at him as she wrapped her arms around the armrest next to her. The Master paused to let the finality of his words sink in; the severity of them reinforced by the extreme turbulence and lack of oxygen. “Everything you think you know… is a lie.” Again, the Master grinned and Olive felt his hand spin to grab hers. Her heart began to pound harder, but she wasn’t sure if it was from her approaching death or the oddly gentle gesture. “Gotcha.” He hissed at the Doctor.

His free hand moved to reveal a small object from his pocket and joyously held it above his head as if he was mocking the humans. Despite stumbling in the wind, he held onto the girl and brought the device down to his face. As soon as he pressed the top with a dramatic flourish, Olive found herself on a cold, hard surface with a dull pain in her head.

This, she imagined, was the afterlife.

#m; ive been fooled many times; but you seem to truly be mine #d; youre a book thats not quite finished but ill watch you fill the page #my writing #selfship community #selfship #selfshipping #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction

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tarakk’s SOMEWHAT expanded intro post 👇

L: Tarakk with goggles on. R: Hawkk & Tarakk.

Tarakk (he/him)

Pepa’s bf, Ankka & Gorrik’s old mentor, harb. Co-created with @antariies.

🕷️ Tarakk is an accomplished toxinologist—not to be confused with a toxicologist, who studies & treats the affects of poisons on the body; he studies the chemical makeup & biological production of venoms, and synthesizes his own. His favorite specimen is, controversially, a Risen spider. (Though he’s always wanted to meet a Canthan blossom spinner!)

🕷️ Formerly a Synergetics professor, and the college’s arachnology lab sponsor. Gorrik had a campus job there, and quickly became Tarakk’s mentee & favorite student. He knew Gorrik was alone except for Blish, and when Gorrik dropped out to join the Inquest, Tarakk also resigned and went with him, hoping he could protect his protege from the Inquest’s ugliness.

🕷️ Tarakk got his own toxinology lab, two brilliant assistants (Gorrik & Ankka), and near infinite resources. Life was good until his Inquest overseer passed along a commission order from “B” (Scarlet), for a toxin that was both injectable & aersolizable, and would cause rapid, painful death in all 5 major races. Tarakk was excited by the challenge, but hesitant—who would need this? Why would anyone want it to exist?

🕷️ Tarakk sabotaged the project, synthesizing a toxin that did what B wanted, but would only cause living death symptoms in its victims, putting them to sleep and suppressing vital signs & life force. Ankka, afraid his tampering would get her and Gorrik executed along with him, reported him to their overseer.

🕷️ The Bioweapons Department overseer was a brutal company man by the name of Hawkk (@antariies). Far from wanting to see Tarakk fail, Hawkk was more than a little bit in love with the enthusiastic & long-eared older asura. (Tarakk had been totally open to a relationship and flirted openly with Hawkk, but Hawkk’s devotion to Inquest krewe policy kept him from even indulging in fantasies about fraternization with underlings! Mostly.) This made Tarakk’s betrayal of the Inquest sting twice as venomously. Hawkk wasn’t just frustrated that the product was defective, or terrified of telling “B” the deal was off. He was inflamed by hurt.

🕷️ During the toxin’s final demonstration, Tarakk was “accidentally” locked inside the test chamber instead of his test subject, and despite Ankka & Gorrik’s frantic efforts neither the door release nor the poison ampule would respond. Tarakk was overdosed with his own formula, and went through days of coma, then sleep paralysis and bone-deep cold. It was Hawkk, of course, who hit the button, and he never forgave himself.

🕷️ When he recovered, Tarakk was slow moving, narcoleptic, and couldn’t shake off the chill. Strong emotions make him fall asleep, and he has attacks of aches, shivers, and fatigue. He can’t see his own life force, but to other necros & druids it appears dim. He’s forever at half HP. To cope with the symptoms, with Gorrik’s help, he built himself a backpiece with spiderlike metal limbs that helped him move around the lab and would lose hydraulic pressure and curl around him defensively if he fell asleep. He was even more absentminded, workaholic, and vague than he had been in Synergetics. He needed to reminded over and over and physically nudged to look up from his work, eat, and sleep (which he did under his desk) and became more of a lab mascot & liability than a mentor to Gorrik and Ankka.

🕷️ They packed him up with the lab equipment and brought him along to Thaumanova, and Gorrik later took him to Sandswept Isles.

🕷️ When the Inquest lab was self-destructing, Gorrik went back in a panic to find Tarakk and drag him along to safety. Despite DW’s reservations about what looked like a shameless veteran Inquest scientist, he was allowed to come along, and earned his place in the guild when he developed a new toxin, based on his research for “B,” that put plague scarab beetles into hibernation, allowing them to be removed from human victims and saving thousands of lives in Kourna.

🕷️ Tarakk is still not lucid or mobile 100% of the time, but Pepa will tell you he’s a genius of their time.

🕷️ The intersection of dad jokes & professor humor is catastrophic.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #oc: tarakk #friend oc: hawkk #oc: pepa #ankka #gorrik #long post

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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okay so Im going insane over the concept of the bps having a silly little spa day and I care them so much so sorry if this gets long

"SO, me and Sarah were thinking about something"

Seth looks up from his woodworking, casting a suspicious look between them. Sarah and Ces exchange glances, trying to suppress their giggles

"I know this look, you two are definitely up to good", he says

"Well,see here-" Ces starts, before being interrupted by Sarah.

"If ur idea of no good is us making you have a self care day with us, then yeah, we are up to no good", she declares, looking at him, challenging him to object. He looks at her in disbelief.

"A self care day? Sarah, I'm 35, and besides I'm perfectly fi-"

"Literally no one's buying that dad, we've all seen how stresses you are lately, and besides, how bad can it be? Don't you wanna spend time with us?", Cesar says, looking at him imploringly.

"Pleaseeeeeee, cmon, its just washing your hair, trying new hairstyles, it's not gonna kill you", Sarah says

Seth sighs in defeat.

"How long have you two been planning this?", he asks, a small smile beginning to form on his face

Sarah hooks one arm though hers, and Ces takes the other side, essentially frog marching him to the living room.

She shrugs, "A month maybe, now let the self care day start!"

They make Seth lie down on the couch and untie his hair, Ces washing it in a basin of warm soapy water while Sarah lectured him about how to take proper care of his hair. While Seth is distracted, Ces starts to subtly tie Seths hair into pigtails, fighting for his life. Sarah fails at hiding her smile, and Seth catches on, jolting upright.

"Cesar Torres. What are you doing with my hair.", he says, turning to face him slowly. Cesar bursts out laughing, tears in his eyes. Seth pats his head, detecting the pigtails.

"PIGTAILS??, really Ces?", he tries to untie them, but Sarah swats his hand.

"Noooo! They're so cute!", she picks up a mirror and shows it to Seth, whose horrified face is now staring back at him with the pigtails in glittery pink scrunchies. Seth buries his head in his hand, before getting an idea.

"Well, if you two can mess with my hair, then I guess it's only fair I do so too right?", Seth picks up one of Sarah's hairstyles catalogues, thumbing it's pages, before grinning evilly, and revealing tye most atrocious hairstyle known to man.

"You first Ces",

They spend the day trying out different hairstyles, to Ces and Sarah amusement and Seths continous shock( "People actaully do these??") and at some point, Sarah even brings her skin care routine, arms full if variously coloured gels and masks( Ces whistles, impressed, "You know she serious when she pulls out the papaya exfoliating mask". "The WHAT??" . "dw about it")

At the end of the day, Sarah brings her nail polish collection, choosing red for herself, black for Ces, and hot pink for Seth. He holds the tiny bottle, looking at her witha mixture of fondness and tiredness.

"Is the hot pink really necessary, I mean, you've already used like 30 different products on me today", he says

Sarah and Ces nod emphatically.

"No self care is complete without nail polish! And I even made Ces learn nail art to make sure it looks good as possible! Cmon, this one last thing okay? I promise", Sarah says, and Seth grumbles but holds out his hands. They cheer and get to work, Sarah with unwavering laser focus, and Ces with the tip of his tongue poking out, attempting to copy Sarah. He looks at them lovingly. These silly children and their care of him. His silly children that he was ready to burn the world down for, if it meant seeing them happy forever as they were now.

"I might have agreed to hot pink Sarah, but I definitely did not agree to the glitter"

"Aw, man"

AWWWWW /pos

They’re a FAMILY your honor

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #seth greer (tmc)#Cesar Torres (alt au)#I love this. love it #Cesar and Sarah making seth care for himself for once #you WILL have a self card day and you WILL LIKE IT

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