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paradise city || joel miller

AO3 || MASTERLIST || FREE PALESTINE

pairing : guitarist!joel x f!reader

summary : when you and your friends go out to a bar to see a local band gig, you can’t help but notice how the guitarist’s eyes somehow keep finding you in the crowd.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak AU, i imagine joel is in his early 40s, no age gap mentioned, mention of reader’s breakup, mentions of alcohol consumption, joel starts off a little shy but truly there ain’t nothing shy about this man, size kink (kinda?? a little bit??) oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dom!joel, joel gets a little possessive (you’ll see what i mean…), praise kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare ofc

fic playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0afpHjoOFylI01OTbV5jol (picture joel playing during the guitar solos in every single one of these songs 😁)

WC : 7.9k… (no one look at me. not a single soul.)

a/n : 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !! i apologize in advance for all the song lyrics i’ve scattered in this fic… i opted to make a playlist of the songs i think joel’s band would play but there were just too many good ones to pass up and i was losing it a little bit 🫠 also, shoutout to @joelsdagger for constantly yapping with me about this idea and letting me tease her about this absolute menace of a man and also @haileymorelikestupid for beta reading for me 🥹😭 it feels extremely fitting to post a joel fic on international women’s day where he fucks you so good, so i hope y’all enjoy !! <3

You and your friends have had a week.

Deciding you all needed a night to let loose and have fun together, your friend Erica found out about this place hosting a local rock cover band called Fetters Whiskey and thought it might be nice to come see them.

Earlier, you had all piled into the Uber and were headed out, a low girly chatter filling the car. The three in the back harped on about their spouses and all the little things that annoyed them.

“He left the dishes in the drying rack!” “She helped me clean a little too well and used all the cleaner, now we’re all out!”

The complaining did help them destress a bit.

You and Erica were in the second row captain’s chairs of the car, the three in the back doing their pregame de-stressing. “Makes you rethink the whole marriage fantasy, huh?” she jokes, looking over at you playing with the rings on your fingers.

You look up and breathe a laugh. “Yeah, I guess so,” you say with a weak smile.

“Well… have you had any luck finding anyone?” she asks sweetly, sincerely. Genuinely hoping someone has caught your eye.

You had a pretty nasty breakup a while ago, probably about eight months by now. You two had been dating for a while and the breakup honestly seemed to come out of nowhere, like some switch flipped one day and nothing was really the same. Your friends stuck by you through every up and down you had. You felt really lucky to have them.

“No. not yet,” you tell her.

“Well, maybe tonight’s your night,” she says with a friendly smile. “You deserve to unwind and let loose a little, y’know what I mean?” You breathe another laugh. “You do!” she exclaims, hitting your shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I guess we’ll see,” you say, the rest of the car ride seeming to fly by, a part of you kinda hoping she’s right.

The bar is crowded.

You walk in, snaking the group between the crowd and making your way near the stage towards the back of the bar, men and women alike all brushing bodies the closer you get to the stage, drinks in hand, friends chattering away, everyone waiting for the show.

Two of your coworkers disappear to fetch everyone a drink while you and the others stake claim on a little area near the stage. A couple of guys are on the stage setting up the instruments and making sure everything is plugged in right, the lights dimmed enough to not really draw much attention to them. It’s not long before the others join them on stage and start playing. The girls return just in time, handing out the drinks as the music starts.

The band is pretty good (you’re not sure what you were expecting, but you’re more than pleased with how good they sound). They play some fan favorites like Wanted Dead or Alive and I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll, and they mix in some random fun songs like Play That Funky Music.

The drummer is clearly in his own world, head moving at a velocity you would think could give him whiplash. And he’s absolutely killing it, hitting every beat with fervor. You can feel the strikes of the sticks on his drums in the center of your chest.

Another guy seems to be the swiss army knife musician: pretty good at almost everything, filling in wherever he’s needed depending on the song. One minute, he’s playing his keyboard and the next, he’s busting out a trumpet, and the next, he’s busting out a guitar. And no matter what he’s playing, he’s playing it with passion.

The lead singer clearly loves all of the attention he gets. He’s feeding off the crowd’s energy like a cat lounging in the sunlight, basking in every cheer and whistle and fist pumping in the air from the crowd. He practically lives at the edge of the stage, crouching down to sing with the girls but backing up to sing and dance with his bandmates too, bringing them in on some of the harmonies and tying the whole show together.

But by far the unsung hero of this group is the lead guitarist. He hides off to the corner, leg posted up on his amp with the body of his guitar resting slightly on his thigh. He looks down at the instrument carefully watching his fingers strum each cord perfectly, furrowing his brow in concentration during his solos and lifting his head up to the sky. He looks like he feels every note in his blood, expressing it through the expert strum of his fingertips on the strings. He doesn’t have a mic and the singer doesn’t make him sing alongside him very much, but you catch him mouthing all the words and getting into the singing as well.

He’s a particularly pretty man and your eyes linger on him more than the others, always finding their way back to him, and always during the more raunchy lines of the different songs…

Well, I am imagining // A dark lit place // Or your place on my place

I’ma paint his town red // Then paint his wife white

But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears // By now, no doubt we’re heading south // I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth

…but who can blame you when he has such a reserved, cool vibe. Plus, did you mention that he’s really pretty too?

And maybe it’s the couple of drinks getting to you more than you thought, or maybe you’re just crazy, but it seems like every time you look at him, he’s looking away from you. Like he’d been staring and you caught him. You swear he starts to look ever so slightly more flushed, but it’s practically impossible to see with the colored lights flooding the scene. No, you think, that’s crazy. You’re standing in a crowd of people, there’s no way he—

“Hey, I think the guy on lead guitar keeps checking you out!” Erica exclaims over the loud music and singing crowd.

You turn and look at her, eyebrows raised before you turn back to the stage. He does it again, averting his gaze the second he sees you look and you feel a flutter in your chest. He really is checking me out, huh?

You keep staring at him, waiting for him to look back in hopes that you’re looking away. When he lets his eyes wander back to you, you’re still staring. This time, though, he doesn’t look away. His eyes won’t let him now that you’ve caught his attention — like a fly in a spider web.

He turns his body ever so slightly, facing your direction more than anyone else as he plays the rest of the song. The lights focus on him, colorful spotlights of red and blue illuminating his face as he positively shreds his guitar solo. His fingers expertly tap dance across the neck of his guitar, his other hand working double time to strum on beat and hit every single note. You watch in a complete daze as he finishes, sealing off his musical escapade with the smuggest wink right to you.

He put on a show. All just for you.

Something stirs in your belly, a low heat kindling as the band continues to play. Their next song — god, their next song… — really puts the icing on the cake.

The jack of all trades band member busts out a sound board, the sampled sound of a snare drum filling the space, a warped, funky-sounding instrumental following.

You let me violate you // You let me desecrate you // You let me penetrate you // You let me complicate you

The guitarist shares a mic with the guy on the sound board, offering back-up vocals for the song. He’s getting a little bold now, you think.

I broke apart my insides // (Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell // (Help me) the only thing that works for me // Help me get away from myself

He’s locked eyes with you the whole time, changing the tides of who is winning this staring battle for dominance. Each second his gaze stays on you, you feel smaller and smaller, completely at his mercy. He backs away from the mic, preparing to play and licking his lips in a manner obviously made to make you even dizzier than you already are.

I wanna fuck you like an animal // I wanna feel you from the inside // I wanna fuck you like an animal // My whole existence is flawed // You get me closer to God

He glances back at you from his guitar, a smirk decorating his face before he turns to keep playing the song. You’re in a complete daze. He’s clearly won this battle, and you don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore.

You have to have this man.

Erica caught a some of his little show for you, watching him wink at you and the way your features fell to a focused stare at him. “Girl, get a room next time!” she teases and all you can do is smile back.

When the set is over, you and your friends walk back towards the bar, not wanting to leave just yet. You claim a few of the tiny standing tables, again gathered with Erica at one while the other girls try to cluster around another.

“So…” she starts, giving you a look of anticipation.

“So…?”

“What the hell was going on between you and that guitarist?” she asks, her tone of voice high with excitement.

You laugh, looking down and shrugging your shoulders. “I honestly have no idea,” you say, shaking your head and blushing a little thinking about his little performance. “I thought I was crazy until you said something.”

“Well, whatever it was, you should go for him!” she encourages.

“Please,” you scoff and laugh, “you’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m serious! While you were having your little… whatever you were having, I was watching the whole band, and the other guys weren’t doing what he did. And he didn’t look at anyone else the way he looked at you.”

You stare at her, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and that small fire in your belly growing a little bigger, a little hotter.

Erica looks up over your shoulder, “Oh my gosh, there they are!”

As if on cue, the band walks through one of the back doors. Having just put away their instruments and whatever other equipment they brought. They saunter in, hair wet from the sweat of performing and lifting all their stuff back into their van. Trailing behind the rest is that damn guitarist. He scans the crowd before he sees you, his expression opening with a bit of an urgency as he quickly finds the bar to grab a beer.

You turn back to Erica, mouth dry and nervous. “Please, you have to go talk to him,” she practically begs.

“No, I- I can’t. I don’t even know what to say,” you plead. “I’m so out of practice.”

“Oh, quit it. I saw you looking at him first. You had him going before he got bold with you. You still have game, go get that man!” she says.

“I don’t know, Erica—” you start, but youre quickly caught off by a tap to your shoulder. You turn around and it’s him.

“Hi,” you say, desperately trying to hide the nerves threatening your vocal chords and smile genuinely at him.

“Hi there,” he says. God, his voice is so deep. You couldn’t hear it in all of its beauty before, but it has a bass to it that rumbles in your bones.

You stare blankly at him for a second before you finally pipe up, “Um, that was a good set you guys played.”

“Thank you,” he chuckles, looking down at his beer and leaning against the edge of the table.

Erica watches with wide eyes before announcing, “Well, I’m empty. I’m gonna go get a refill, okay?” She winks as she walks away leaving you and this mysterious guitarist alone together.

You turn your gaze back to him and fully take in his features now. His eyes have their own glow to them that persists even with the dim stage lights littered around this bar. His hair is patchy from sweat but still sits pretty. His strong features demand your eyes and you’re unable to look anywhere but him.

He extends his hand out to you, “Name’s Joel.”

“Hi, Joel,” you say, shaking his hand and telling him your name. He echoes it and it sounds beautiful off his tongue. “Listen, I--”

“Y’know, you’ve got one of those faces that stands out in a crowd, anyone ever told you that?”

You shake your head, “No, not necessarily.”

“Well trust me, we’ve played our share of shows and none of them had a pretty girl like you in the audience catchin’ my eye every two seconds.”

You blush, starting to gather your mind back from the sudden thrust into a conversation with who you think might be the prettiest man you’ve ever seen in your life now that you’ve had time to really study his features up close. “You’re no different yourself,” you offer.

“How so?”

“I’m just saying, you’d think the prettiest member would be the one front and center, not tucked in a corner by an amp.”

His eyes bounce back and forth between your own not breaking contact as he takes another sip of his beer. “I don’t want just anyone lookin’ my way, I guess. You gotta work to see this pretty face.”

“Pretty, indeed,” you agree, stepping ever so slightly closer to him. “You put on quite a show up there.”

He leans down just a bit, closing the gap between the two of you even more, “Well, I did have quite the eager audience, didn’t I?” he asks.

You stare at each other for a moment before Joel starts, never breaking eye contact, “Listen, I don’t really do this… but I also don’t get distracted like I did tonight…”

You inch closer to him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah… your friends bring you here?” he asks and you glance at the other table where Erica lingers around your other friends and they’re all looking your way, trying not to be obvious and failing miserably.

“No, we took an Uber.”

“Well, what do you say to savin’ that money you’d pay for an Uber and lettin’ me take you home instead?”

Am I really gonna do this?, you think. Call it a gut feeling or whatever you may want, but the way Joel is looking at you, the way he put on a show just for you, how he spotted you in the crowd to strike up a conversation… Erica did say I need to unwind and let loose…

You grin back at him, “Whose home are we talking about?” you ask.

“I think you know, darlin’,” his tone drops low and deep.

A shiver runs up your spine, that ever-growing fire in your belly burning hotter and hotter. “Come on,” he says, taking your hand in his, making it look miniscule in comparison, and walks you towards the back door he came through earlier. You glance back to the bar, the girls still watching and Erica flashing you a smile and a thumb’s up.

Joel leads you to his truck, opening the passenger door for you. You see the backseat loaded with what must be his personal equipment before his door creaks open and he sits inside, the whole truck bobbing from the sheer size of this man.

He pulls you closer across the bench seat until your legs are touching, his hand snaking around your waist as you relax against his figure and his hands trace your sides.

“I meant what I said, y’know. That you stand out in a crowd.”

You turn to look at him as he quickly glances at you and you slowly bring your arms up, one landing behind his neck while the other cups his face. You slowly, softly, tenderly kiss the spot where his jaw meets his neck leaving open mouth kisses all over. He tilts his head to the side just a little, humming at the feeling and settling his hand right at the swell of your hip, pulling you even closer into his side and squeezing just a bit.

The drive isn’t long at all. He pulls into a parking spot lining the side of the road and once the car is safely in park, he grabs your face with both hands, kissing you deeply. You hum into his mouth, not expecting the sudden movement, and melt into his lips. His soft, warm lips. Your hands trace his body, the two of you unable to get where you want to be from sitting in this truck.

You pull away from him. “Take me inside.”

He immediately leaves the truck urging you to hop out on his side, offering a hand to help you out but not letting go even typing the code for his apartment and after you walk through the door.

You giggle as he pulls you up the stairs of his complex, the two of you itching to have your hands all over one another. You reach the top and he twirls you around in his grip, grabbing you with one hand by the hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He kisses you with an insatiable hunger, like his life absolutely depends on it, as he backs you up until you’re pinned to the door with his entire body pressed against you.

He fumbles with his keys for the lock to his apartment door, lips locked onto you, eyes closed, lost in the soft sweetness of your lips. He snakes a hand behind the curve of your back to brace you as the door swings open and he pushes you inside.

Your hands tangle in his hair grabbing the soft, damp strands unable to pull him any closer but wanting every inch of him in your mouth, on your lips, practically in your skin. You bite his lower lip making him moan a little into your mouth and your hands reach around to his face, wanting to stay lost in the ocean of his tongue and cheeks forever.

He pulls you back and you whine, already missing the warmth and taste of his tongue, but your disappointment is short lived. “God, darlin’… Need to have you.” he says, voice low and completely feral as he grabs you under the swell of your ass and you jump into his embrace. Your hands wander back up to his hair, pulling and grabbing as he trails his kisses down your chin, your jaw, your neck, soft sounds escaping his lips with every tug and whimper you give him.

His legs mindlessly take him to his bedroom, knowing the pathway instinctively. His mouth leaves your body for just a moment when plops you down at the edge of the bed, but he’s right back on you in an instant, reaching down to the hem of your top. You lift your arms for him to pull it off and he removes it in one fluid motion. He moves his hands to the clasp of your bra next. “This okay?”

Your chest aches with these little moments of tender sweetness from him and you nod, letting him remove your bra and he does so with skill, not fumbling for even a second as he tosses it to the floor.

His eyes immediately dart down, taking you in. He’s all but drooling, his gaze burning hot against your skin. He sinks to his knees taking one tit in his mouth and sucking on your nipple. Your hands immediately run through his hair holding him onto you and humming at the feel of his mouth on you. His other hand grabs your other tit, massaging it and thumbing your growing bud before redirecting his mouth to the other side too.

His hands drop to your sides and run up along your ribcage trailing towards your back, closing you in and burying his face into your neck peppering kisses and licks and nips there.

“I gotta have you, baby…” he mutters into your neck. “Lay back on my pillows up there.”

You do as you’re told, lounging against his pillows and the headboard of the bed as he pulls his shirt off over his head and crawls up to meet you, hooking his hands in the belt loops of your jeans. He looks up, his gaze silently asking for permission and you nod. He pulls them down along with your panties in one smooth motion.

You didn’t think about how worked up you had gotten until your hot core, slick with your arousal, meets the cool air of the room sending a chill across your skin. You watch as Joel’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, subconsciously licking his lips and softly grunting at the thought of diving in.

You open your legs wider, inviting him in and he settles between your legs, his arms hooking under your thighs locking you right where he wants you, all spread and open for him.

He immediately gets to work, unable to hold back anymore and expertly licks through your folds. His warm, wet tongue feels amazing on you as it dances across every nerve ending down there, each one sending fireworks across your skin. You whine and lean back, lifting your hips up to meet his mouth and squirming under his face.

His hands gently rub your thighs while he drinks you down, his nose occasionally hitting your clit making you whine. He draws flattened circles with his tongue, the surface area hitting you just right.

“Yes… fuck yes, that feels so good…” you moan.

He moans back, unwilling to leave you for even a moment and he keeps going. One hand falls from your thigh and you keep yourself open for him as best as you can when you feel his thick, calloused fingers teasing your entrance. He slides his middle finger in easily, so he adds his ring finger too, curling up and finding the softest parts of you. But God, are his fingers huge.

Your walls constrict squeezing his fingers and you leak more slick all over his palm. His other fingers flay across your lips and ass, gripping you slightly and he’s got you locked down.

His tongue continues at your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, the tips curling up and stroking you perfectly.

“Right there, Joel… right there… don’t stop… please, don’t stop…” You feel yourself getting closer and closer, the flame burning in your belly all night erupting into a wildfire and igniting every inch of your skin. You feel a tightness start to grow in your belly, inching down your insides as he keeps going, and going, and going, never letting up and reveling in each twitch of your body.

You look up and see him lying flat, his hips subconsciously moving against his boxers and jeans and sheets, getting himself off just from your taste. Finally, he opens his eyes, dark with lust and locks his gaze with you with one especially deep push and curl of his fingers and another wink. That fucking wink.

“Fuck… fuck…!” It sends you over the edge. The coil snaps and a warm flood fills your body spilling out onto Joel’s hand and into his waiting mouth. He grunts and whines, his tongue never stopping, not even for a second, as he drinks every ounce of your slick getting drunk on your juices.

He only pulls away when you pull him off by his hair, a single line if your arousal still connecting him to you and a groan leaving his lips as he lets you go. You fall back onto the pillow, legs collapsing from their own weight and twitching from your orgasm, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

Joel sits up licking his palm and bringing his fingers up to your mouth, jaw slacked and panting. Your mouth closes around his fingers and he groans, “That’s it, good girl,” he coos and you hum around his digits.

When you fully come back down to Earth, you can’t help but chuckle in the afterglow of your orgasm. Joel rests on his heels gently stroking your knees and you cover your eyes with your forearm, one big sigh leaving your lips. “I guess I should have expected a guitar player to have some skilled fingers,” you joke and Joel chuckles. “That was so fucking good.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not done with you just yet, pretty girl,” Joel teases, holding out his hand to help you sit up. You do and he meets you with a sweet kiss, his hands cupping almost all of your face as he kisses you sweetly.

When he pulls away and you open your eyes, you notice another amp sitting in the corner of the room. This one looks old, unused, and the cable management could use some work, to say the least.

Joel follows your eyeline. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“That’s a lot of cables for a little speaker like that,” you say, following the tangled mess of wires scattered on the floor. “Why don’t you use that one?”

“Jus’ got old. Bought a new one and I didnt need it anymore.”

A depraved idea pops in your head and the question leaves your lips before you can even fully think it through. “Those wires… how strong do you think they are?”

Joel looks back at your face, eyebrow cocked up slightly, “What d'ya mean?”

Your bashfulness catches up quick, a shy blush pricking your cheeks. “I mean… just the outside looks braided, almost… it kinda looks like… I don’t know, kinda like a rope…”

His face softens, a look of intrigue spreading across his gaze. “Go on,” he says, his voice dropping impossibly low, dripping with sultry tease.

You look up through your lashes feeling more vulnerable that you have to ask specifically (he seems to love it, though). “Well… I guess, how well do you think they’d hold a knot…?”

He bites back a smirk but can’t quite hide his excitement. “Kinky…” he says with a little nod. “I like it.”

He rises from the bed but he doesn’t turn to grab the wires. Instead, he reaches for his belt, the buckle clinking against itself. “But you gotta earn it first, sweet girl.” He pulls his belt out of the loops of his jeans and tosses it to the side.

He pauses a second before reaching for the button and zipper, enough time for you to crawl to the foot of the bed and rest your hands on his. You slowly move them away and take over, undoing his button and slowly zipping his pants apart.

You reach under his groin cupping his covered balls in your hand and he hums. He barely fits in your palm and you salivate at what could be beneath those boxers of his. You look up at him with another gentle squeeze before pulling both down, his cock springing out and up against his lower tummy as he steps out of his pants, the tip already red and leaking.

Your eyes widen when you really take in his size and you salivate. You wrap your hand around him and very slowly pump his length, getting a feel for his size and weight and staring at him the whole time.

He looks down at you, eyes still dark and mouth slightly open. “Go ‘head, baby. Kiss it.”

You feel a flutter in your belly again already and you do as he says, kissing the slit before taking the whole head into your mouth and circling your tongue around it. His eyes roll back and he lifts his head up to the ceiling with a groan, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

You slowly take him inch by inch making him slick with your spit and using your hand to pump whatever you cant reach. Your other hand gently squeezes his balls and you feel his grip on your hair tighten a bit.

“That’s it, baby… Mouth feels so good f’me…” He starts to slowly push you down his length, taking him deeper and deeper and being careful not to get ahead of himself.

But then you moan around his length sending lightning up his spine and it feels so fucking good… A guttural groan booms from his chest and he starts to slip, pushing you a little too far a little too fast and you gag, pulling off until it just rests on your bottom lip, spit gathering at his tip and spilling over the corners of your mouth.

Tears prick the sides of your eyes and his hand reaches down to wipe them away. “Shit— I’m sorry… are you alright?”

You cough and catch your breath, something new and hot burning through your veins. Something about the way he lost all control… “It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say when you pull yourself together a little bit. You wipe the corners of your mouth and reach up to slowly pump his length again. “Let me try again.”

“You sure, darlin’?”

“I’m sure,” you say, looking up through your tear-soaked lashes, a small smile ghosting your lips as you nod.

He nods back and you take him in your mouth again, closing your eyes and breathing through it, trying to focus on taking as much of him down your throat as you can.

His hands find the back of your head again, not pushing anymore but tangling through your hair as you work.

He looks down and sees your eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration and taking him so well. He drops a hand back down to your jaw, “Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

You carefully open your eyes to look up at him and when you do, his brows furrow with desperation, unable to look away from you as you bob up and down his length, hands once again pumping the length you can’t reach and massaging his balls.

“Shit, baby… that’s it…” he moans, watching the way your cheeks hollow and lips flush red from taking him. He’s twitching in your mouth and you think you’ve got him, flattening your tongue when he touches the back of your throat and swirling up his length as you pull back.

His abs start to tighten and you taste the slightly salty precum leaking from his tip. You work up the nerve to suppress your gag reflex as best you can, taking a few deep breathes before pushing yourself all the way down, taking his cock up to the hilt.

You stay there, letting your protesting throat constrict around him and he whines, his hand in your hair tightening and making you moan, another bolt of lightning taking over his entire being. His cock jumps in your throat and you think he’s a goner for sure—

He pulls you off his length completely and you gasp for air while he catches his breath too. “Nuh uh, baby. It can’t be over yet,” he says breathlessly.

You pout up at him, your doe eyes almost black from how blown your pupils are.

“Get back on the bed,” he demands.

So you do, rising a little wobbly from your knees and crawling back up onto the bed. Joel walks to the corner of the room and unplugs some of the cords plugged into the old amp.

He digs around in his nightstand and pulls out a condom before walking back over to the bed where you’re kneeling on the mattress. He sees you eyeing the little packet pinched between his fingers. “What’s th’ matter?”

You look at him, a blush forming on your face. “Oh, I…” Your mouth goes dry and you clear your throat. “…um, you don’t— I mean, I’m on the pill so, um… If you don’t wanna…” you ramble, trying to find your words but failing in your shyness.

He smiles smugly, tossing the condom to the side. “’S okay. I hear you loud and clear.”

You take a relieved breath and watch him stand there as he starts separating the wires. He twirls his finger in the air and you turn your body to face away from him.

“Gimme your hands, darling,” he says, firmly but gently.

You obey, reaching your hands behind your back. His giant hand easily fits both in one grip and he wraps one cable around your wrists.

You can’t help but smile to yourself, facing away from Joel so he can’t see, but you’re sure it’s audibly obvious when you ask “So this must be where the band name came from then, hm?” as he ties a comfortable knot around your wrists.

“What d’ya mean?”

“Fetters. Like restraints. Usually they’re on the ankles but I guess it’s the same principle.”

He breathes a laugh. “I mean, I didn’t help with the name all that much, but I guess ya’ really do learn somethin’ new every day,” he says just as he tightens the loose, but still restrictive, knot around your wrists.

You shimmy in them a little, surprised at how well they hold together. His hands are still there, rubbing over the covering of the cords and brushing against the warmth of your skin.

“These look real pretty on you, y’know,” he mutters from behind you.

You chuckle and ask, “You tell all the groupies that?”

He grabs your chin to face him, eyes scanning over your face for a second and planting a kiss to your lips before a positively devious smirk spreads across his face. Before you know it, he puts his hand on your back gently pushing down so your chest hits the bed.

“No, I don’t,” he says and you hear his footsteps fade. You sit there, face pressed against the mattress and ass in the air, desperately trying to crane your neck to see where in the world he’s going leaving you like this, all out in the open and exposed.

He treads back into the room and climbs back onto the bed right behind you, calves brushing up against the inside of your own as he grabs your hips to straighten them.

“I don’t tell the groupies nothin’,” he starts. “Usually jus’ ask if they want an autograph.”

The unmistakable click of a Sharpie cap rings in your ears and you feel the cold tip of the pen dragging along the skin right below the small of your back. You gasp, surprised at the unexpected feeling, completely shocked at the sheer audacity of this man, and you can’t help the butterflies it gives you, the way you mewl so quietly at the thought of him marking you with his name — his signature, no less — in such an intimate place.

You need to find a way to keep this man.

The pen trails off at the end and he recaps the marker, tossing it somewhere to the side before you feel his hands smoothing over your hips. He lets out a low toned, one-note whistle at you, staring at the dark ink branding your lower back. “Now, what a pretty view I have,” he says, a tantalizing, saccharine sweet tone lacing his words.

You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your mouth at his teasing, his big warm hands rubbing big circles over each cheek.

He sees you clenching around nothing. “Want me to fuck you now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, please,” you whine, earning you a light tap on your ass.

He pulls on the cords and wraps an arm around your torso, bringing you up flush to his torso and reaching a hand to your mouth. “Gimme some help.”

You spit into his hand and he hums in content. “Atta girl,” he says, gently laying you back down and pumping his length with the wetness. You feel the tip of his cock rub against your folds and you squirm. He grabs your hip with his free hand as he lines himself up to notch right at your entrance. He slowly pushes just the tip in, the pressure making you moan.

“I gotcha, baby. Jus’ relax f’me,” he coos, pushing inch by inch into you letting you adjust to his size. Your walls twitch at the intrusion and your breathing gets heavier, soft sounds escaping your lips. Eventually, he’s up to the hilt and you swear you can feel him in your lungs. You subconsciously swirl your hips, the movement inside making you whine.

“Shit, baby… so fuckin’ tight…” Joel breathes, squeezing your hips and trying not to lose his cool too quickly. His cock bounces and he grunts, taking a minute before slowly pulling out of you as you whine at the loss. It’s short lived, though, because he’s immediately pushing back into you, the stretch and burn pulling a desperate groan from your throat.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You like how that feels?” he moans, picking up the pace slightly with each thrust.

“Yes— fuck, feels so good…” you moan. The way his cock drags along your walls makes your belly burn hot. His grip on your hips tight and threatening to bruise if he squeezes any harder, but you couldn’t care less. Just another way for him to mark you as his.

“Squeezin’ my cock so good… she’s achin’, baby…” He’s very talkative, you think and decide to play into it.

“She’s all yours, Joel. Pussy belongs to you,” you say as you squeeze him again, the pressure in your belly growing with each gentle kiss to your cervix that his tip gives you.

You feel his pace falter for a second, his grip tightening at that. “Yeah? Say it again. Who’s she belong to?” he says, pounding into you now, unable to keep control of his pace anymore.

You whine loudly with one of his thrusts when he drags up a bit hitting something new inside of you, something your ex surely hadn’t ever found before. Something you definitely had on your own but never this deep…

“Theeere it is,” he coos, pressing your torso down some more to get the angle just right and he’s hitting that soft, spongy part of you with every snap of his hips. You can barely form the words to tell him how fucking good it feels, nonsense whimpers leaving your mouth instead.

“Answer me, baby… Belongs to who?” His pace doesn’t let up and you can’t get the words out. “C’mon, you can do it, gorgeous… tell me…” he insists, slowly rubbing his hand across his own signature that’s been staring back at him.

“Sh… fuck, oh my god… she belongs to you, Joel…”

“That’s my good girl,” he says, leaning down and planting kisses down your spine, snaking a hand around to your front and circling your clit.

You cry out in pleasure, all the sensations getting to be too much. A flood of wetness spills out with a twitch of your insides making Joel’s cock slippery, letting him push in and pull out easier than before. He picks up his pace again with ease, rapidly hurdling you towards the edge.

My good girl…

That one little word finally hits you after a minute.

My.

His unrelenting fingers on your clit… the way his tip hits your cervix with every snap of his hips… my good girl… it’s all too much. “Fuck… fuck… fuck, ‘mgonnacome…” you mumble in a high pitched whine.

“Fuck yes, baby… come all over my cock, that’s it… feels so fuckin’ good, darlin’…” he moans from behind you, the grip on your hips definitely bruising now as he keeps pounding into you. Your back arches and your whole body writhes as your walls squeeze him impossibly tight. Your vision blurs and you have no control over the downright pornographic sounds escaping your mouth. All you feel is warmth everywhere.

“Holy shit—” you hear Joel but he sounds far away, your head still spinning with pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell, baby…” When you feel like you can finally see again, you see a wet spot on the bed and your eyes go wide, quickly craning your head around as best you can and see Joel’s thighs soaked from you.

“Oh, shit— I-I’m sorry, oh my fucking god, I didn’t meant—” you stop mid sentence when Joel plows into you again bottoming out completely, your words trailing off into a wailing moan.

He drags out slowly but quickly regains his momentum. “Fuck, baby… Chokin’ my dick so good… So. Fucking. Hot,” he says, punctuating his words with the slap of his hips on your ass.

Your legs start to give out under you and it’s like Joel already knows you’re almost too gone to take anymore as he unties the knot at your wrists, your arms falling to the bed. He flips you over, managing to stay inside, and lays you on your back. Your hair lays messily on the pillow and Joel leans down to fix it, tracing his fingers along the side of your face and kissing you deeply.

When he pulls away, he stares at your fucked-out eyes, his own completely taken over by his pupils so much that you can barely tell what color they actually are anymore. “Baby, you gotta give me one more…” he begs.

You raise your eyebrows worriedly, unsure if you can actually take anymore. You whine at his ask and he gives you another quick kiss, resting his forehead against your own when he pulls away, your lips barely touching. He’s moving in and out of you at a snail’s pace, so close to his own orgasm that any extra movement would cause him to snap. “Please, baby, I know you can do it. Doin’ so good for me already, just one more…”

You nod weakly and stare through hooded eyes. “Thank you, angel,” he sighs, gently fucking into you a little quicker and peppering kisses at the corners of your mouth. Your hands trail up to his shoulders rubbing up and down on his soft skin. Forehead pressed to yours again, you feel him panting, small moans and whimpers filling your ears.

“Feel so good…” you use all your strength to whimper out, barely above a whisper. His eyes open, brows furrowed in desperation. You feel him twitching hard now, so close to his own orgasm but not wanting this to end.

“S’good, Joel… so big…” He whimpers at your words, his hips moving erratically, unpredictably. He’s close, you think. And it eggs you on.

“Want you to come for me… Please…”

“Yeah? You want it?” he breathes.

“Please…” you say again in a whimper, grabbing his face in your hands.

“Where, baby? Want it inside?”

“Yes, inside… please, please, please…” you beg.

“Come with me baby… wanna feel you squeezin’ me… fuck— c-can you do that?”

You whine and nod, having been teetering on the edge of overstimulation with another orgasm growing in your belly. You roll your hips slightly into him, the extra movement sending shivers down your spine.

“So close, baby, I can feel it… ‘s right there, she’s chokin’ me…” he grunts out, painfully holding back his own until you come undone under him again.

Which doesn’t take long, a flutter of your heart and one big wave of arousal covering you from head to toe making you see stars. Your mouth opens in a silent moan, unable to even make a sound as you come on his length all over again.

“Fuck… fuck… good girl, ‘m gonna come—”

Joel’s breathing quickens, becoming ragged and broken as he grunts and whines and spills inside of you. His lips press to your forehead suppressing his noises with kisses there as he empties himself inside of you, filling you up completely.

Your hands scrape his back at his shoulders, your senses all blurring into one another. Joel’s weight falls on top of you as he moves his kisses down from your forehead to your nose and finally to your lips, his tongue licking into you as you feel his cock finally stop twitching. He sits back to pull out of you watching as his cum leaks out of you. You whine at the loss feeling empty but still so full from him, shivering as you feel it dripping down your body.

Joel wipes his sweat-ridden brow and sighs with a goofy smile as he looks down at you. Your body is still jolting from your last orgasm. Any more and you would have been overstimulated beyond belief.

“Now that I definitely don’t do with the groupies, sweetheart,” he teases.

You give him a playful glare and chuckle at him. “What about all that autograph nonsense, then?”

“Well, you got the first of its kind. Never signed anyone there before.”

You blush and stretch a little, suddenly feeling that damp spot from earlier. You sit up in panic and sit back leaning against his pillows again. “Shit, Joel. I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before, I—”

“Stop,” he cuts you off. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. Sheets can be washed.”

“But I made a mess—”

“C’mere, baby,” he says, extending a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you towards him, both of you on your knees facing each other as his arm snakes around your torso pulling you even closer into him. “‘M gonna get you cleaned up, ‘kay? Got a spare bedroom we can use anyway.”

You stare into his eyes, his words bouncing around in your head. We can use. “We?” you ask.

He scrunches his eyebrows, raising one at you. “What, you wanna run away already? Was it that bad?” he jokes.

“Oh, quit,” you say, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, standing up at the end of the bed and holding his arms out to you. “C’mon, pretty girl, how’s a warm bath sound, hm?”

“Sounds amazing, actually.” You grab his hands and stand up, taking a second to get your balance before following Joel to the bathroom.

When you’re all cleaned up, you walk into his living room wearing one of his t-shirts, a pair of his boxers, and some very oversized socks that he left in the bathroom for you to change into, towel drying the rest of your hair so it's not dripping everywhere. He sits on his couch, fresh pajamas on and dampened hair from the shower he took in the other smaller bathroom.

He taps the space next to him inviting you to sit, TV on and low, playing some random movie he found to fill the silence around him while waiting for you. You curl up into him, you warm from your bath and him warm from relaxing. He squeezes you close, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

Erica was right. You really did need this. Maybe it's stupid that you're growing so fond of this guy and you've known him for just a night, but there really is something about him. Something you can't quite explain...

You spend the rest of the night curled up next to Joel, your entire being content and you can only think one thing:

You’re not letting this one go easily. This one’s gonna be yours.

All yours.

a/n : thank y'all again so much for 100 followers, it means so much seriously 💜🫶🥹 and thank you for reading this fic that absolutely got away from me in the end, this idea tortured me for weeks and hopefully letting him out into the world will give me some peace finally 😭 but really, thank you guys so much and i hope everyone enjoys !!

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hey so how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with their s/o coming to them just to have fun and cuddle cuz they’ve had a shit day? It’s one of those: crying in solitude and then come see bf when calmed down shit day and need cheering up?

Ohoho, I’m gonna have fun with this. *rubbing hands together, wholesomely.*

Comforting you after a bad day.

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word count: 838

CW: Reader is gender-neutral, reader being comforted, and as usual, nothing but turtle fluff. 🫶

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 When it comes to cheering you up, Leo offers meditation first. It’s always helped him clear his mind, so he’ll meditate with you, enjoying the calm and quiet.

💙 If meditation doesn’t work, he’ll brew a pot of tea and cut up some fruits. He’ll sit with you and listen to you when you lay out your problems to him, letting him know how your day went and all the built-up stress that went on that day.

💙 He’d even offer a bit of sparring! It’s a good way to get out any anger, and he stays on the defensive side, just letting you work out your stress.

💙 If that’s not what you want, he’s okay with having you sit in his lap, his hands massaging your muscles, working out any knots and the stress. You do it for him when he’s stressed, he can at least return the favor.

💙 Will also sit there and read with you, reading out to you while you relax. He most likely chose Dune because he’s just that kind of guy, but you don’t mind either way. You love that nerdy side of him.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph’s good at reading your body language and telling how you’re feeling and he’s quick to ask what’s up. When you just say you need cheering up, he understands very well and does a lot to try and cheer you up!

❤️ One thing he does is doing push-ups while you sit beside him, counting for him, before he slyly drags you underneath him to press kisses to your face, lips and neck, just to get giggles out of you.

❤️ He also likes to take you on the occasional rides around the city on his Shell Cycle, and if you’re into beating criminals, the two of you are fighting some goons on the streets.

❤️ If that’s not your style, he’s just fine with sitting on the couch, or on the bed in his room cuddling away. He has an arm around your shoulder, your head resting on his chest, and his hand gently rubbing up and down your arm in a soothing manner while he listens to you vent, or just in pure silence, enjoying each other’s company.

❤️ Either way, he’s here for you, and he’s good when you need some emotional support. He deals with a lot of his own emotions, he’ll help you feel better the best ways he knows he can.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 When you come in looking exhausted, Donnie is already standing up from his desk and making his way over to check up on you, asking if you had gotten any sleep, all that jazz.

💜 When you explain what happened, he’s listening intently, before he pulls you over and sits you in his lap to cuddle. Holding you close as he’s massaging your scalp, using techniques he’s learned that’s made you feel better when you’re upset.

💜 He’ll listen to you talk, but if you’re feeling nonverbal, he’ll fill in the silence with his own ramblings. His hands caressing your back as he does so, turning back to his work table as he continues on.

💜 He’ll put on some music, like jazz to help relax you. He’ll tinker with his inventions, even let you do some of your own tinkering if you’re interested! Anything that makes you feel better!

💜 He knows you probably need some time to relax and destress, so if you’re not up for sitting at the lab table, he’ll scoop you up, take you to his bunk to cuddle in bed, or even draw you a bath to relax together in. Whatever he can do, he will do. He’s a man with many solutions.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 You’re sad?! Not on Mikey’s watch. He’s cheering you right up! When he sees you’re down, he’s hugging you so tight! He’s kissing all over your face and asking what’s wrong. He doesn’t understand that he might be overwhelming you a bit, but don’t be afraid to tell him to back up a bit, he’ll understand while offering a sheepish apology.

🧡 Will actually sit down to listen about your day, but not with either being sad or mad with you. The type of guy who will gossip with you and go, “gasp, oh no she didn’t!”

🧡 He’s a bit silly with it, and in the end, you’re laughing about it and he’s smiling widely. He’ll offer you watch some of his skating tricks, before he casually eats shit at one mess-up.

🧡 After that he’s suggesting video games and pizza. That’s more relaxing and less crashing into walls. He’ll be sitting beside you, letting you win most of the time because he likes when you cheer at your own victory. It makes him happy to see your smile again.

🧡 After that, you guys will watch some TV. He’ll be laying back on the couch, and having you lay on top of him. He’s playing with your hair until you’re both snoring loudly on the couch. Splinter was kind enough to place a blanket over the both of you so you guys aren’t cold.

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Captain John Price // Fluff ABC 🌸

A - Affection (How do they show their love):

He shows his affection by displaying it. He isn't scared of what others think, and with the line of work you both have, anything can happen, so he would love to have you in his arms and vice versa.

B - Beauty (What made them fall for you):

He loves the fact that you're committed to your work, but what sealed the deal for him would be your loyalty to those you trust and how much people respect you. Hell, when you take charge of a situation, he can feel your authority just like everyone else and would admire how responsible you are.

“Okay, everyone, this is what we're gonna do….”

“Captain, are you okay?” Soap asked as you decided to take control.

“Um- Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine; why?” he responded.

“You look distracted,” soap smirked.

John felt himself turn red at that moment and just wanted to die; lucky everyone else was too busy listening to you to realize what was happening.

C - Caring (How do they show they care):

He listens and pays attention to everything you say to him. Everything about you is important, so he would make an effort to try and remember what it is that you said to try and impress you. He would also show he cares about you by ensuring you're safe, comfortable, and well-situated.

“Shit, it's fucking freezing,” you said as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Here, take my coat,” he said, getting ready to remove it.

“It's fine-”

“I insist; please take it. I’m not taking no for an answer,” he said, looking at you with his coat in his hands.

“Fine, but only if we take turns,” you told him.“Okay,” he smiled at himself, feeling warmer than usual, even out in the cold.

D - Domestic (How do they like to spend time):

When he and you take a break from work, he wants to spend every moment with you. It's the only time when you both don't have to worry much about being responsible and get to let loose. He also loves having actual date nights with you and getting to know the more domestic side of you.

The smell of bacon and eggs was very prominent around the apartment as John woke up from a good sleep, hearing music as he opened the door to the small hallway.

“Oh, say you'll always be my baby; we can make it shine” John smiles to himself as you move your hips and sing.

“We can take forever, just a minute at a time, ah.”

“More than a woman” John decides to join your small party holding a spatula.

E - Entertainment (What do they do for fun):

Gardening; he grew up in Herefordshire, where they are big on agriculture, and it is no surprise that he likes gardens too. He has your tiny balcony filled with plants, which you also help maintain. He loves the fact that you're willing to help and that you care just as much as he does for wildlife. He also likes to draw something about himself that gives me that idea.

“John, that's pretty good,” you complimented him as he drew the landscape from your balcony.

“You think?” he asked, his eyes still focused on the canvas in front of him.

“Yes, babe, we should have it framed and hung in the living room,” you told him and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, leaving him to ensure you were not bothering.

John just smiles to himself, the tip of his ears red and his chest puffing with pride.

F - Family (Do they want a family):

He definitely wants a family with you, but first, he would love to ensure you both have the necessary resources to care for children. Once those kids are ready to move out of the womb, expect to see him cry. “I just got news of the surrogate,” you yelled as you ran to him. “What is it? Is she fine?” he asked with panic in his voice. “We're gonna be dads!” you yelled as you tackled him to the ground, “Really-” he asked with disbelief as he settled the new information. “I'm gonna be a dad!” he asked, shouting while you both were hugging, still on the ground with tears in his eyes.

G - Gentle (How do they destress):

He loves it when you give him a good message as a destresser. It gets the job done and also helps him relax after a long day of work. He also loves taking baths with you, most preferably with his back against your chest he likes feeling your arms wrapped around him. “Thank you, lover boy, it feels good,” John said as you rubbed his back. “It's okay, John, just relax, okay,” you replied. “Mmm” was all he said as he slowly fell asleep.

H - Home (What's their dream home):

His dream home is living in the countryside with you, with a beautiful home with a wrapped-around porch and lots of land to farm in. I would assume there would also be a small section saved for a playground for any future kids. He would also have a nice porch swing built for the both of you to enjoy. The home itself would be very taken care of after all; that's where the both of you will grow old. “You know, one day I want to own a farm where I grew up,'' John said as you were both lying in bed. “That sounds very nice and peaceful compared to the city,” you said as you turned to look at him. “I'm gonna marry you and give you kids someday and also give you the home you want, you know that, right,” you said as you kissed his lips. “Well see, lover boy, Well see,” he said, smiling and kissing you back.

I - Interactions (How do they communicate):

You both are very open with communication. You don't keep secrets, and when something is wrong, you tell each other straight away. You both also do this thing where if there's a heated argument, you both will walk away and talk to each other when things cool down on both sides. You also have a truth jar where when you both are too scared to say something, you write it down, and the other pulls it out and reads it. Usually containing dirty secrets. “I put something in the jar,” John asked as you approached him. “Okay, well, let's read it,”' you said as he nodded with a red face. He saw as you began to read the small note. “Well then, why don't we get prepared? '' You smirked. “Okay,” he said, now speed-walking to your shared bedroom.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous):

Yes, you both get jealous, but it's not your actions that make each other jealous, it's the fact that people walk up to you attempting to flirt that gets you both riled up, and this is where the communication stuff comes in. You both talk it up and try to understand each other as much as possible. However, other than that, you both hardly get jealous and laugh at the situation later. “You know she's not that cute, right,” you told a pouting John. “You think-” “Oh, trust me, I know, so besides, with all that makeup, she should be in a circus,” you said as he chuckled. “Well played, just saved yourself a breakup,” he said as you both began to laugh at the situation.

K - Kisses (How do they like to kiss):

He loves kisses in general, whether it be on his cheek or lips; he doesn't really care so long as he gets a kiss at least once per day. If you are both on a mission, you always make sure you have a kiss goodbye just in case things go sideways and also just for reassurance since he wants to make sure you are actually there. “Okay, ready?” John looked at you with worry in his eyes. “Yup- don't die, please,” you said to John as you finished putting on your uniforms. “I'll try not to,” he smirked as he started walking out. John felt a hand on his hips as he was pushed to the wall, suddenly feeling lips on his own. “Just in case,” you walked out, leaving a flustered Captain.

L - Love (Who says “I love you” first):

He was the first to say, “I love you ''. It was after a mission, and you got badly injured on his watch. He felt extremely guilty and stayed with you as you were knocked out in a hospital bed. He honestly didn't know what came over him, but he just said it as if something had taken over his body. Maybe it was guilt or sadness or emotions that have bottled up with time that is now being released. He didn't care much at that moment; all he knew was that he loved you, and that's all that mattered. “I… I- I love you,” John said as he held your hand while you were asleep. “I know you can hear me, so please - please don't leave me not yet, okay?” he said in a questioning tone. “I love you, M/N, just keep fighting; please wake up soon,” he said as he got up to leave since it was pretty late.

M - Marriage (Do they want to get married):

There's no questioning it. John is a very simple yet traditional man with high morals, which means he only dates to marry and waits until marriage for the devil's tango. Still, since he joined his job at a relatively young age, he has zero experience, and no one has interested him much, well, at least until you showed up. “Look, I'm going to be honest with you” he took a deep breath. “I never dated anyone, and I usually always told myself to date if I know I want to get married, but my job hasn't given me much time to look, if you get what I mean.” “But when I told you I loved you, it was true, and I hope you understand,” he ended, waiting for a response. “Well, I guess I'm gonna have to be your first and your last,” you said with a smile as you hugged him. “I love you, John, and I'm willing to wait for as long as you need, okay….” “Okay”

N - Nicknames (What pet/nicknames do you have for each other):

His nickname to you is ‘lover boy.’ He got that nickname for you when you both were talking about your future together, and with his hopelessly romantic self, it just felt right at the moment. His nickname is something simple, nothing too extravagant it's just babe, but as a way to tease him, you also call him Captain very often as well. I mean, in reality, it was basically the first thing you called him when you met. “Good afternoon, Captain,” you said as you walked past him into the bathroom. “I'm gonna be Captain from now on?” John looked at you with a smirk. “Depends if you can listen to orders, Captain~,” you said teasingly. “Well then, lover boy, what's my first assignment?” “Wash the dishes I cooked you clean,” you said with a chuckle as you went to the closet. “You know what I meant” he yelled as he chuckled and walked to the kitchen.

O - Opposites (What's something you don't have in common):

You guys have a lot in common, but something that stands out is your love for comic books. He finds your hobby cute, especially when you tell him about it and just start rambling on and on about it. But it's not something he usually reads though he did like one comic, which is most like Batman.

P - Proposal (How do they propose):

You both proposed simultaneously. Since you're both pretty romantic, you both decided to propose during your anniversary of being together, which happened to land on a day when you had a mission. After returning back to the base, you both wasted no time in dropping to your knee. The task force was very supportive, but they also found it funny that you both had the same idea. As you and the task force walked back to the force, you sped up to John, who was talking to Simon. “John, I have something to ask,” you said nervously. “I do, too, but do you want to go first? I can-” “How about we just both say it at the same time, then explain, yeah….” you said with a small smile. John was definitely contemplating and fighting his thoughts. “Okay,” he said with a deep breath. “WILL YOU MARRY ME”

Q - Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing):

His favorite non-modern thing to do with you is gardening and taking walks, depending on your location. Though there was this one time when you both decided to slow dance together in your living room. “I love you,” John said as you both swayed to the soft music. “I love you too, babe,” you said as you stared into his eyes and kissed him softly. “Until we're old and gray,” you said as you leaned back from the kiss. “Until we're old and gray,” he repeated, going in for another kiss.

R - Respect (How do they show/earn/get respect):

He respected you long before you got together. As I mentioned, you were very professional and responsible with your job, and it was very inspiring with how much effort you put into it. However, when you got together, that respect definitely went up a lot higher.

S - Sleeping (How do they usually sleep):

You both are hopeless romantics, and no one can say otherwise. You both like physical contact, and with your jobs, it just reinforces it even more. Though he does snore a bit, but not often either. You both take turns to see who will be, the big spoon and the little spoon. You woke up to the feeling of John pressing his back against your chest, mostly to a bad dream. “I'm here, babe; it's okay.” “Mm~” You kissed his forehead and went back to sleep with the man you loved in your arms.

T - Teamwork (How well do you work with each other):

You guys ride or die; literally, you're always there for each other and making sure the other is safe, and when you both go into a relationship, it's no different. You're always looking out for one another and ensuring the other is okay. “You both are so gross,” Soap said as you and John kissed. “You just wish you had someone like that,” said Gaz as he walked away. “Take that back, you little shit,” he yelled, chasing after Gaz.

U - Unique (What something they do that makes them stand out):

His ability to live in harsh conditions. That is something you always found unique about him. He's gotten so used to being out on the field that every move he makes is always so strategized and very well calculated, and the fact that he never gives up. He also loves to build stuff for the house; when you both eventually marry and settle, he will build a nursery for your future child.

“I have something to show you,” John said as you were watering the plants.

“Okay,” you said,d following him.

“Remember when I said you couldn't enter the room because I was working on a surprise?” “And let me guess, you're done?” you said, smiling. “Yup- Okay, close your eyes and no peeking.” “Okay,” you said. “Open them,” John asked as you opened your eyes slowly and looked around the nursery. “What do you think?” “John, it's beautiful, l,” you said as you felt your eyes become watery. “I love you,” you said, kissing him.

V - Vanity (Something they are proud of):

His beard and body. Let's be honest; he worked hard for his body and beard. I would say he is very proud of those things. But what gets his chest puffing with pride is when you announce him as your husband after you get married. “It's so nice to see you again,” said an old friend of yours. “Hey, it's been so long,” you said. “This is my husband, John.” “Hello,” he said with a proud smile.

W - Wedding (What's their dream wedding):

I would assume you're both getting ready to settle down. Your wedding isn't anything that is spectacular, something small with a few friends and family. There was definitely a cry on both parts, and you were both very happy that after all you've gone through together, you're finally getting your happy ending. “I told you I'll marry you someday,” you said as you slowly danced together.“Well, looks like you did, lover boy,” He said, kissing you. (10 years later) “I love you, lover boy,” John said as you slowly danced in the living room of your home. “Papa! Daddy!” Your five-year-old came down, running to you. “Hi, buddy, what's up?” John said, holding him as you wrapped your arms around him. “Look It, me, Papa, and you,” he said, holding a drawing. “Wow, let's hang it in the fridge, yah,” you said as your boy shook his head enthusiastically. (20 years later) “Looks like I completed my longest mission,” you said to John as you were both swinging and the porch swing. “Yeah? What is it?” John asked. “Well, I got married to you, I gave you the house you wanted, and we had kids together, and now we're old and gray,” you said to him as you kissed his knuckles. “Well, I guess you did, lover boy,” he said as he rested his head on your shoulders.

X - Xaern (What do they enjoy):

He likes being helpful as much as possible if you need help. He is there in a heartbeat to support you however he can. He also enjoys watching movies while cuddling or, if you're up to it, slow dancing with him. Who knew that one dance would become a regular occurrence.

Y - Yearning (How often do they want to spend time):

He loves you so much and can be away from you for long periods, but once you're reunited, you're practically inseparable and are always found at each other's side. Not only that, but you both believe that couples should spend as much time together as possible with alone time periodically.

Z - Zoo (Do they want any pets):

As I mentioned, you both would live on a farm eventually, so farm animals are guaranteed, and those are considered your pets. Though you would also have a dog or two running around the place, either dalmatians or german shepherds. Maybe both, but those are the ones I can see the most.

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midknightwritings · 1 year

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Knights as shimeji buddies !!

Synopsis : Shimejis are desktop buddies that play around on the sites / apps you use and love to interact with various elements on your computer !!

What would the members of Knights be like as your little computer buddies ??

Era : N / A

Warning/s : N / A

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Tsukasa / Leo / Izumi / Arashi / Ritsu

A/N : I felt super nostalgic when Electric Angel started playing in my playlist but all I could imagine was little chibi Knights running around in my computer LMAO

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Tsukasa Suou :

He’s such a thoughtful little knight !! He’ll do everything in his power to help you as best as he can !!

Do you need resources for your school paper? He’ll gladly help you search and will provide you with the most reliable sources out there !! Is your computer getting slower? Fret not !! He’ll easily get rid of anything you don’t need, especially all those files you never knew even existed in the first place !!

Tsukasa’s so soft for your attention but he’ll never admit to it… He’s your knight after all !! He’s the one that’s supposed to be serving his liege, not the other way around !! Right…?

He'll 100% melt on the spot if you pet his head or gently move him to a quiet corner if he starts to fall asleep~ Small gestures like these show how much you really care and, even when separated by a screen, you still go out of your way to treat him with kindness. He really appreciates that.

Will definitely help you organize your files and folders if your homescreen starts to get a bit too messy. This might sound like a chore but you customize the names and icons together !! Now your homescreen has a cute royal theme going on :)

If you’re forgetful, he’ll gladly remind you of any important dates or things you need to do. Of course he wants you to have fun and relax, so he’ll let you have small breaks between work, but at the same time please don't slack off !!

Tsukasa loves talking to you and hearing your voice in general !! Your voice is so soothing to him, it helps him relax and destress if he ever feels overwhelmed. You both don’t even have to talk the entire time. Just hearing the quiet mutters under your breath or humming the tune of the song you’re listening to gives the same effect to him.

You’ll have a blast when searching for recipes online. Tsukasa will excitedly give you a masterlist of different websites based on recipes for cakes, brownies, cookies, ice cream and more !! Don’t ask when he created this though… He’ll get very embarrassed…

Loves being by your side as a whole. Whether you're drawing, scrolling through social media, watching videos, or more. He loves experiencing all these things with you. [ If you’re watching something together, expect him to slowly inch his way closer to your cursor. So please place your cursor beside your dock, it’ll save him the energy and embarrassment from having to climb up to the top of your screen. ]

Always greets you when you boot up your system and will always wish you sweet dreams / a great day when you log off. Isn’t he the sweetest?

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Leo Tsukinaga :

Expect your screen to be filled with music notes 99.9% of the time. [ That 0.1% is reserved for the times Leo seemingly tires himself out and falls asleep. ]

Never a dull moment with this little knight !! Very active, energetic and LOVES being with you as a whole !! It doesn't matter what you do, Leo just loves being in your presence as a whole~ You give him so much inspiration !! Oh no wait... Where's his pen ?? He needs to write this melody down before it disappears forever-

When I say active, I really mean it. He will climb on the sides of your screen, move around your folders and files, close and open tabs. He’ll do it all just for the fun of it so be prepared !!

He will 100% play hide-and-seek in your folders and expect you to drop whatever you're doing and play along so good luck if you have a ton of them !!

Your playlist king but with his original songs instead !! He loves to show you his new works so please listen for a while, he composed it with you in mind <3

If he notices you overworking yourself, he’ll try and get you to take a break by doing his absolute best to distract you. [ i.e. Grabbing your cursor, opening your games, etc. ] He never nags you to do your work because he knows that you'll finish them at some point so c'mon !! Let's watch a movie together !!

Are you a musician yourself ?? WOOO BOY THIS IS A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN !! You’ll both pull all nighters composing and writing up new lyrics !!

Leo will be a happy lil knight if you want him to sing for you. Whether if it's for your original song or a cover, he’s ecstatic !!! Completely over the moon !! Of course he’ll sing, he loves you so~much !!

If you want to learn about music, or a music program, he will definitely help guide you through it. You’ll be a master in the blink of an eye with this genius composer by your side !!

On his off days though, he’ll be more dormant, less giddy and even tries to hide from you to avoid being seen in this state. Please comfort him :( He needs to know that he’s loved and that everything will be ok.

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Izumi Sena :

Good luck trying to procrastinate with this knight around because he will absolutely make sure you get your work done in one go !!

The physical embodiment of those apps that lock you out of your social media or video games until you finish your work. Don’t misunderstand his actions negatively though. They may seem cruel on the outside but Izumi genuinely cares about you and knows how much you’d appreciate the free time you’ll get later. So please just bear with him for now and stop procrastinating !!

Gives you the best feedback possible for your projects [ even though they may seem quite harsh… That’s just Izumi for you… ] and his keen eye for detail helps him spot mistakes from a mile away !! Honestly this is quite helpful especially if you worked on something for so long that your eyes basically blocked out any sort of error in your work.

Always reminds you of any upcoming dates or assignments saying that he’s “going to say this only once,” before following up with more reminders later on because “it’s so~annoying that you still didn’t start when the due date is just around the corner !!”

Will go out of his way to organize your files. Every. Single. One of them. He will even go in and rename them all for you because he finds it unbearable that you have files called “ahufuhiahuifaf.ppt” or “FINAL final essay v2 (submit this one??) #5.docx” and you wonder why you can’t seem to find the version you wanted to submit huh?

If you’re the type to get fully engrossed in something when you’re on a roll, Izumi will make sure you don’t pull an all-nighter. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for your skin after all !!

The funniest commentator known to man if you’re doing online shopping. He will not hesitate to roast the outfits/products into oblivion in the best ways possible. At this point, you’re not even planning on getting anything, you just want to hear Izumi's roasts don’t you?

He may seem like a nagging mom, but he gets super flustered if you show any signs of affection. The literal personification of;

[ Pets his head. ] “What was that ?!” “Affection.” “Disgusting… Do it again.”

If you struggle with sending emails or messages to authority figures [ i.e. your boss, teachers, etc. ] Izumi will not hesitate to help you out !! He knows how the grown-up world works so he’ll guide you through it. Tips, sentence starters, professional synonyms and more; Izumi will give them all to you. He even went out of his way to write up various templates you can use for different scenarios <3 He totally didn’t do that because he doesn’t want you to worry or anything !! [ Spoiler alert : He’s secretly cheering you on. ]

Even though Izumi may seem strict, if you listen carefully, you might catch him mindlessly muttering under his breath on how much you mean to him <3 [ Don’t bring it up though, he WILL deny it… In a stuttering mess of course~ ]

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Arashi Narukami :

This queen is your #1 supporter !! She’s always cheering you on when you’re doing work and keeps you company from the moment you log in till the moment you log out.

She’s like Izumi but more flexible. She wants to make sure you finish your work first before you chill, doesn’t want you to stay up too late, and will always give you reminders for any important dates that are coming up. At the same time though, she still lets you take breaks in between because she knows that you’ll get your work done eventually, she just doesn’t want you to do it all the night before~

Arashi loves hanging out with you !! Especially when you watch videos, shows or movies together !! The two of you would often make up various theories, predictions or just freak out over the characters !! It’s just like a super fun sleepover !!

If you play video games, don’t be surprised if she gets a little bit competitive~ It’s all for funsies though so don’t worry !! [ I don’t recommend playing UNO or monopoly online though... For obvious reasons~ ]

On the topic of video games, she’s the best partner you could ever ask for !! You always rank #1 in multiplayer matches together. Arashi never cheats by the way !! She plays by the rules no matter what game it is, even though she can easily go into the game's code if she wanted to. She knows you want to play fair-and-square though, and respects that.

Expect a lot of “older sister” - type of teasing and doting from her like c’mon~!! You’re both practically inseparable, did you really think she’ll let you off the hook ?? She finds you absolutely adorable and would spoil you to no end !!

Arashi also adores going online shopping with you !! She recommends the best products and even lets you know about every single website that’s currently having a sale~ If she finds something that she knows you’ll like, she’ll sneak it into your basket for you <3

If you’re swamped with work, she’ll actively organize your files for you to help ease your load. She’ll also happily tutor you if you need any help and will look over your work as a fresh new set of eyes to ensure that there’s no mistakes before submission !!

Swoons and showers you with affection if you give her any yourself~ She’s especially soft for your headpats or if you make a heart from your cursor movements !!

Every time you log in, you can see her pop into your screen and wave excitedly at you !! Arashi never fails to give you good morning and good night greetings and even gives your cursor a big hug before you finally click the “shutdown” button <3

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Ritsu Sakuma :

Honestly, he’ll be asleep most of the time during the day. You can find him snuggled up in a small corner on your screen because your presence is comforting to him <3

At night however… This knight is much more active !! You better have finished your work during the day because Ritsu is craving for your attention and he’ll make sure he gets it !!

He will do everything in his power to distract you and honestly his efforts are quite cute. He’ll move your tabs, climb to the top of your window and minimize it, rearrange the apps on your dock. At this point, ignoring him is a futile attempt.

He actually understands if you have an important submission coming up though and will let you work. This is a long-term strategy because in his eyes, if you finish your work now, you’ll give him attention later on~

Ritsu loves when you give him headpats !! He finds them super soothing and it even lulls him to sleep sometimes. He also really appreciates the fact that you don’t bother him that much during the day [ even though you have every right to do so ] and in return, he tries his best to help you if he notices you struggling with anything.

A great planner !! As a "strategist", he helps plan out your schedules and timetables in a very detailed manner. All his timings include breaks so you don’t get burnt out easily~

He tends to be more of a watcher rather than an active participant when you work or play games because he finds your concentrated expression to be quite adorable~ Though, if you do need some help, he’ll happily give some to you !!

On the topic of video games, he will be such a tease. Ritsu’s your unofficial-official commentator and will constantly tell you to “get gud”. Even "chill" games like Minecraft aren't safe because he’ll purposefully adjust your settings without you knowing to subtly mess up your gameplay. Let's not forget that one session where he lowered the mob's volume when you were getting a glass of water so, when you came back, you constantly got blown up by Creepers from behind. Your diamonds will be missed…

You both talk a lot if you watch movies or shows together, but if you watch any vampire ones well… Safe to say Ritsu will roast it into oblivion as well. Poor Ritsu had to sit through the entirety of Twilight and no, vampires don’t sparkle in the sunlight so don’t even try to convince him otherwise !!

On the rare occasions where he’s actually awake during the day, he’s much more sluggish but will still try his best to help you as best as he can !! He expects a lot of headpats as compensation though~

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vampzzi · 1 year

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DESTRESSER

Keegan P. Russ x Female reader

cw; sex, creampie, pretty vanilla sex for now, fuck friends trope, some slight keegan x ghost there LMAO IM NOT SORRY, this is poorly written cause I feel terrible, overstimluation, not beta read cause im gonna vomit someone call the ER pls

author's note: snippet to an upcoming fic if i ever get to fucking finish it with this damn flu. Fic is called "White Noise" I HATE THIS SNIPPET SO BAD BRO.

It had been a long day of nothing but extreme pressure and too much movement, he worked well under severe pressure but it gets so repetitive. He needed a destresser and fast, you. You lay soundly on the bed with headphone covering your ears as you scroll through your phone, he knew you well more than anyone hence knowing you’d been wanted to have sex with him for a while.

This whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship, you were friends? Doing friend things but he swore you said you guys were a couple. Couple or not, he didn't mind infact he had a thing for you, you were a pretty little thing , mouthy but also quiet. He loved the sass, pulling himself out of the thought of you and getting his hands on the real thing.

His geared head laying on the plush of your eyes as you looked down at him and smiled, Keegan was laying on your thighs with his shirt off and only his head mask and pants with an unbuttoned belt. “Hi Keegan '' taking your headphones off and sitting them aside on the nightstand.

“Hi” he purred as he kept his head between your thighs, he felt safer when he was around you and only you. “Stressed out?” he let out a mhm and you smiled lifting your thighs up and away from his head as he sat up and looked at you, his glaze feeling like a snow storm as a smirk tugged at the corner of your glossed lips. “You should have just said that from the beginning”

“Care to tell me about your day? The visit through the forced ceremony ``''Of course dear” He leaned up against the headboard looking through the mask he wore on his face as his stormy azure colored eyes.

Your eyes are so pretty” you breathe out and you see his eyes flutter as you smile and place yourself on his lap as he wraps his arms around your body, the intimate moment being a moment of silence as he keeps you close with no words. “It was chaotic..” he starts off as he takes his shirt off you as he loved the way it clung to the body and how pulling it off your scent clung to the fabric, the strong smell of sweetness held him in a trance.

Throwing the shirt to the side as he stared at your bra covered chest “And then, it was me, Ghost, Soap, Price and I believe Gaz was there..” trailing in and out as he was more focused on wrapping his around your plush body and unclipping the bra, pulling it off slowly as he held eye contact with you as you swallowed hard as he could hear it, running his fingers up and down your shoulders, holding one of your bras in his hand and kneading and squeezing it.

Watching him fond your chest as he shifted under you and feeling the solid of something against your ass as you immediately registered it was hard cock against the plumpness of your ass. “Tons of something and people being loud there, girls were booing at Ghost for some reason and wanted more Soap. If only they knew” Keegan chuckled as he ran his finger down your atlas to your nipple, moving his finger over right onto the nipple as he pinched it between his rough morphed hands, all the cuts and grooves could be felt as he pinched your nipple, drawing an longing moan from your saliva covered lips.

“A girl threw a soda bottle at my head when I was forced to talk so that was fun” you scowled about that, like what the fuck? What are you throwing shit for, dumb bitch. Keegan filled the air with his laughing as he brought kisses down to your collarbone and held you closer to him by the hips.

“I’m alright through now, chill out name” he teasingly pulls you off his lap as he unzips his pants as you push your panties to the side as positions shift as you get into his spot on all fours as he holds a death grip to your thighs, as he runs his cock over your soaked folds listening to the sweet sounds that came out of it.

“A-And fuck then, we listened to boring speech about politics and a bunch of boring shit.” he rolled his eyes as he pushed into you and you hissed from the feeling, his cock sliding into you with ease as he was shieled inside you quicker than normal. He leaned his head back at the way you clutch and pulse against his cock.

Your insides were soft like a pillow for his cock to fuck into, he was pretty much tired of soiling Ghost’s pillows with his cum and him yelling at the others for it.

“Which of you are fucking my pillows?” Ghost says as the others look at him as if he’s lost his mind “Are sure it’s not you Ghost?” Soap smiled mischievously at his silly remark “ha ha Soap, but if it was me. I wouldn’t be asking you guys” the two males going back and forth when in reality it was me the entire time. Ghost was an interesting person and he rarely slept so it only felt fair?

“Mmm, Keegan move please” your head is laid against the pillow while your back is arched and your ass is up in the air while his cock rests into you and he holds on the headboard. Before thrusting into you , drawing out a shaky moan out of your lips “Price also treated us to a Night of Beer but when we got there, we had to pay for our drinks. He continued thrusting his cock into your pussy as he kept a steady pace as his hips slapped against your ass, his balls heavy and sticky from hitting your clit.

“I had this whiskey mix, it was pretty good. I liked the burn, it reminded me of you” the warm feeling in your body washing over you as he said that, this whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship but you treated it as if it was one. The way he fucked into you had you thinking this more than some “quick sex” each way he’d drag his hips and plunge right back into you, the feeling was words that you couldn’t even describe or be put into a comprehensive sentence.

“Shit…” he yelled out as he held onto you as you buried your face into the pillows to muffle any loud sounds as you couldn’t as he hit your cervix and you could see the light as you screamed out and Keegan looked down at you, tears running down your cheeks as you hadn’t realized you were squirt. Dragging his cock out of you as he let the rest splash everywhere as he slapped against your clit to help you overcome the orgasm as it only pushed you into another quick orgasm.

Coughing and cursing into the pillow as your hole clenched around nothing until he was fucking into your cunt again, only focused on his own pleasure as he grunted and tried to keep talking “I drunk a ton of whiskey, like a fuck ton. Some of the other members checked on me to see if I was alright but really I was ready to come back to you.”

You couldn't anything, no sentences, no sounds or anything as you felt a whole sound bomb had been dropped on you, you did hear the loud ass noises of him holding the bed frame as it still hit against the wall as he fucked into you faster. “I sometimes feel like I’m wasting your time being here” he grunted out as he moaned and kept fucking you. Lifting your head up as you cried out from the feeling of him cumming inside you “I l-love having you here” as your head hits the pillows again.

He smiles and rubs your back “Thanks Doll, let me help you get cleaned up”.

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literallyjustanerd · 3 months

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Good Boy (Tup X F!Reader smut)

One of my New Year's resolutions is to be more shameless. So enjoy some utter filth, courtesy of someone who thinks there can always be more dominant-reader smut out there.

Description: You're unwinding at 79s after a long week, when you spot a certain clone watching you from across the floor. One who gives you other ideas about how to destress. Words: 3.3k Content: Praise kink, hair pulling, dom reader, oral sex, bathroom sex, minor 501st shenanigans Rating: 18+ (minors fuck off. please.)

Taglist: @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @clonethirstingisreal @trixie2023

You’re four drinks in, and you’re starting to feel it. A pleasant little buzz tickles the back of your brain, just enough to shake off the last of the week’s tension. Propping one elbow back against the bar, you survey the dancefloor of 79s from over the rim of your spotchka soda. Before you is a rolling sea of bodies, pushed and pulled by the thundering bass like a relentless tide. You’re drawn in by the undertow, a hypnotic beat swaying your hips as you join the crowd and quickly find yourself lost in the rhythm. Taken far from the stress of a long, long work week. Stars, you’d needed this.

You come back to yourself after who-knows-how-long to the nagging feeling that someone’s eyes are on you. A quick scan of the crowd finds no obvious onlookers. Not that you’d be opposed to that: there’s a reason you pay the extra cab fare to the clone-dominated bar on the surface instead of settling for the cheap lower-level clubs. But just when you’re about to push the feeling aside, you spot him. Big, brown eyes, tucked into the corner of the room, trying hard to look like he’s not watching.

He’s in a private booth toward the back of the bar: the 501st’s usual post. Maybe you should feel a little sheepish about being at 79s enough to know that. But locking eyes with the trooper across the room, you can’t feel anything but intrigue. Only a split second passes before he looks away, skittish and, you could swear, shy. Nothing like the other clones you’d encountered here, all show and bravado: the other 501st members being among the biggest offenders. But this one? He has the same (handsome, rugged, chiselled) face as the other clones. But something about him feels different. Softer, gentler. He laughs at something one of his brothers says, and the way his smile creases those tooka eyes has your gut clenching. And that top knot? …Well. Maybe you needed to blow off some more steam than you’d realised. He’s making an effort to keep his attention away from you, but after a few long moments, his eyes betray him, and he meets your gaze once more. Here we go. You raise your glass in his direction, adding a wink for good measure. His eyes widen, and he nearly chokes on the drink he’s tipped up. You’re grinning, you realise, as you let yourself fade into the music again, working your hips a little more deliberately as you weave through the crowd to the back corner.

You don’t rush. It’s half the fun, playing the game, drawing it out, drinking in the anticipation. He’s trying, poor thing, to keep his cool, but by the time you reach the edge of the crowd and approach the booth, he’s visibly flustered. You’re close enough now to see the teardrop tattoo adorning his cheek. Is it an attempt to seem as tough as the other clones? Or an embracing of his more sensitive nature? You’re hoping, if you play your cards right, that you might just find out.

The other 501st troopers leave you no room to speak when they notice you, falling over each other to offer you a drink and a seat. You pay them no mind, taking a step toward the middle of the booth. “Hey. What’s your name?” Silence. The other clones watch, shocked and grinning. One of them, a Republic cog tattoo across his face, elbows his brother in the side to jog him into speaking. “Tup,” he says, and asks you your name in return. You smile as you tell him. “I haven’t seen you here before.” Another clone, goateed, speaks up, topping Tup’s glass up from a large bottle. “He’s fresh off Kamino. First time out,” he smirks. “We wanted to show him a good time. Maybe you wanna help?” You can’t help but find it cute how instantly his brothers become willing wingmen. And how bashful Tup looks when it's mentioned that it's his first time. The two either side of him barely contain their excitement when you extend your hand. “Maybe I do. Can I buy you a drink, Tup?”

His mouth opens, though it takes a long moment before he can summon the words. In the end, the “yes, please,” he stammers is drowned out by the cheers and taunts of his brothers. They all but shove him out of his seat and toward you, whooping and making crass jokes that turn poor Tup’s cheeks several shades darker. Lacing your fingers with his, you pull him in close and lead both of you back to the bar.

As timid as he seems, he’s just as eager, and twice as polite.. While you wait for the bartender to pour your drinks, he’s already asking you about yourself, where you’re from, how often you’re here, what you do for work. By the time you take your glasses and find a corner of the bar to stand at, you’re surprisingly invested in the conversation. He’s a natural gentleman, and a much better listener than most people you’ve picked up in bars before. When there's a moment's pause in the conversation, he tightens his grip on his drink and takes a slow breath. “You… You look beautiful tonight,” he says, so earnestly that you almost melt. It makes you all the more determined to show him a good time, especially when you see how pleased he looks as you thank him for the compliment, how happy he seems with himself for managing to say it at all.

You turn the talk to him when you can find a gap in his thoughtful questions, and try to return the favour. Tup gushes about the rest of the 501st at the slightest chance he gets. It’s clear he looks up to them: he talks about them like they’re his older brothers. The stories he shares have him more at ease, though he still looks like a tooka in headlights when you reach out and run your fingers over his neatly-tied hair. You're suddenly fighting the impulse to pull it free, to tangle it all up in your fingers and play with it. Later. “Haven’t seen many other clones with hair like this,” you say. “It's gorgeous.” Tup's mouth pulls into a wide, beaming smile, colour flooding his cheeks. He tries to bury his sheepishness behind his drink. Cute. “Thanks,” he mumbles. “The boys say it suits me. It's nice to have something different from them.” You almost kiss him right then and there. But you resist. There's still more to show him. “Do you want to dance?” you ask. He swallows hard, then nods, and lets you lead him to the dancefloor.

Even if you hadn’t been told that this was Tup’s first outing, it would still be as clear as the blinding neon lights around you. He’s painfully still, stiff and off-beat. Laying a hand on the pauldron at his shoulder, you lean in to speak into his ear. “It’s okay,” you say, as gently as you can over the thundering music. “Just relax. Follow my lead.” His hand twitches in yours when you guide it to the arch of your waist. You find yourself glad you’d picked the black dress tonight: it’s thin, with cut-outs and panels of mesh that let you feel his fingers on your skin. Starting slow, you coax Tup into a gentle twist to the beat. Before long, he’s easing into it. Following your lead, just as directed. It’s a kind of high, this feeling of confidence, of control. Of being trusted. Tup’s simple swaying grows to a roll of his hips, each one betraying more heavy intent. When he seems comfortable enough, you reach out one hand to his side, and pull him in close. “Are you having fun?” you ask, your lips inches from the shell of his ear. “Do you want to keep going?” He gives a shallow nod, and forces a low, breathy, “Yes.”

Reassured and wanting more, you tighten your grip on his hip as you dance. The distance between you has closed, the two of you drawn in magnetically. You wish you could press fully against him, but the hard planes of his armour keep you from feeling him like you want to. It’s maddening, only adding to the growing heat under your skin. Roaming fingers find a gap above his cuisse, teasing where his skin is covered only by a thin body sock. At the same time, Tup's hands on your waist creep lower. When you give the flesh a squeeze, relishing the feel of firm muscle under your grip, you could swear you hear a whine escape Tup’s throat. He does the same, bunching the hem of your dress in his fingers, deliciously firm. “You’re good at this,” he mumbles. You run a hand over his arm, squeezing the flesh below his pauldron. “So are you.”

When you pull back to look at him, the smile that settles on his face is brighter, sharper. There’s a spark of mischief in his eye, one that you can’t help but find endearing despite the ache between your legs. It’s driving you to impatience, your mind clouding over with all the things you want to do with -and to- this gorgeous, gentle, genuine man. You’re not sure how much longer you can last out here. You’re closer again, each grind of his body now presses one thick thigh directly to your core. Your pulse quickens. The music throbs around you, filling your head and pounding in the hollow of your chest. The air turns electric. Your hands at his back. Your breath on his ear. Tup’s greedy, devious touch dipping low, then lower. Low enough to grip a handful of your ass and squeeze, tight, dragging your pussy against his thigh. You thrust against the plate of his armour, turning to press your lips to his neck.

“Good boy.”

You hadn’t meant to let it out. It had floated into your mind on the haze of your pleasure and slipped from your mouth in a low purr, all before you could think to hold it back. But before you can worry you’ve taken it too far, Tup’s head falls forward against you. He groans, heavy and stuttering, burrowing into the warmth of your neck. His eyes shut tight. His breath thick, searing on your skin.

Oh.

When he comes back out of hyperspace, his eyes are blown wide. There’s something under his gaze, something feral. You clench around nothing, driven wild by one thought: you’re going to bring that something to the surface, to see what else is lurking down there, waiting to be drawn out. Movements sharpened by lust and high on power, you hook two fingers into Tup’s belt and pull him toward the edge of the crowd. “Come with me,” you say. It’s not a question. Tup looks up. As though entranced, his feet move. He lets you lead him down the dark corridor, stopping at one of the bathrooms.

The music dulls when you shut the door and snap the lock, sealing out the rest of the bar and leaving the two of you alone. You hadn’t realised how heavy you were breathing, not until you hear it in your ears and feel the heaving of your chest. Crowded close to you in the small space, Tup is faring no better. His eyes are laser focused on you, heady, hazy, and searching. A bright flush paints his desire clear across his cheeks, his lips parted enticingly. Curling locks have broken loose from his neat top knot. The loose strands catch the meagre light in the bathroom, glowing gold in a crown over his head. You open your mouth to speak, to check one final time that Tup is comfortable, that this is what he wants. Your answer comes before you can utter a single word: Tup takes your opened lips as his opportunity, and his mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your words and smothering your pleasantly startled moan.

He's not patient. Despite his earlier shyness, or perhaps because of it, his kiss is frenzied, desperate and hungry. There are hands at your waist, your neck, your hips, your back, unable to settle anywhere for long. Like he's afraid the moment will be cut short, like he won’t get the chance to do everything he wants to. Wanting to reassure him, you lift a hand to cup his jaw. Your thumb traces teasing little arcs, feather-soft, across his cheek. “You feel good. Doing so good,” you coax, words muffled against his mouth. A low, shuddering breath fans your lips, and his grip on your upper thigh turns vice-like. You're pushed back, caged against the wall, your leg hauled up to hook around Tup’s hip while he drives relentlessly forward in rolling thrusts, chasing his own pleasure, grinding against you. Each wave sends flames licking up your spine, the hard plastoid of his armour unforgiving. It's too much, and it's not enough. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, tasting spotchka and something sweet as his mouth opens wider to let you in. The hot, heavy slide of your tongues together goads Tup on. The hand that isn’t holding your thigh creeps up your waist to the curve of your breast, gripping just hard enough that the pleasure verges on pain. You moan into Tup’s mouth, and, shyness be damned, he grins.

Not to be outdone, you give in to the impulse you’ve been fighting all night, and reach up to pull his hair free from its knot. It cascades down to skim his shoulders, gently curling now that it’s not pulled tight. Sharp nails rasp across his scalp as you gather a handful, tangling it in your fingers. You pull back from his lips, leaving him chasing you for more until you move to mouth at his neck, nipping at his jaw and the soft skin below his ear. At the same time, you clench your fist, twisting and pulling his hair roughly. Tup’s knees almost buckle. A ragged, broken moan wracks his chest.

“Kriff, please.” The words are torn from his throat, voice fraying at the edges. You smile against his neck, tilting until your lips graze his ear as you reply. “Please what?” you tease, head spinning with your own power. “Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?” Need and anticipation saturate the air as Tup struggles to catch his breath enough to speak. He mumbles something faint and slurred into your shoulder. Leaning back as much as you can while still shoved up against the wall, you use your grip on Tup’s hair, guiding him up to meet your gaze. “You can do better than that. Tell me what you want, Tup.” Whining like a puppy, Tup’s eyelids flutter. You feel him swallow, his throat dry. Still, he wills his clumsy lips around the words, glazed eyes heavy on yours. “Want to taste you. Let me taste you. Please.”

You hadn't realised until that exact moment how soaking wet he’s gotten you, how near your own limits you are. When you hear the desperation in his words, his eagerness to please, you have to take a moment yourself before you regain your composure.

“Good,” you breathe. “Now… on your knees.”

The hand in Tup’s hair tugs downward, and Tup follows instantly, greaves hitting the floor with a dull thud. You hadn't thought he could get any more gorgeous. But kneeling before you, his big, brown eyes haloed by dark curls, your breath is stolen by more than lust. With trembling fingers, he slides your dress up, cresting the swell of your hips. The cold air on your flushed skin sends you shuddering. Your eyes fall shut, a hum deep in your throat quickly growing to a growl when you feel him tug your underwear down. Every inch of exposed skin feels electric, buzzing, sizzling like a lit fuse. Tup’s eyes flit from your exposed cunt up to look at you, kiss-swollen lips hanging ajar. Keeping your gaze locked, he leans in, breathes deep, and opens his mouth around you.

What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. You don’t hesitate to tell him what to do, giving orders he follows with a true soldier’s precision and rigour. Each pass of his tongue coils you a little tighter, tracing lines of pleasure from you until it sweeps low to dip into your entrance. The angle presses the strong curve of his nose against your clit, and suddenly his shoulders are the only thing keeping you off the floor. “Good– mmph, good boy,” you heave, breathing short and sharp against the relentless pleasure. “You feel so good, Tup, don’t stop.”

The moan that spills from his lips hits right at your core, sending your cunt clenching around his tongue. He’s strung out, verging on animal, devouring you like a starving man, your slick coating his nose and running down his chin. He reaches up to clutch at you, at your ass and the backs of your thighs. Even through his gloves, his nails dig into your skin, little pinpricks of pleasure-pain like bright, burning comets among a glittering starfield. “‘M close,” you tell him, grinding forward against his mouth. “That’s it, just a little more. Just need–” Too pleasure-drunk to form the words, you find your punishing grip on his hair again and pull, dragging his lips up to your clit and pressing him in hard. He obeys instantly, sealing his lips around the little bud and sucking. You throw your head back against the wall, your mouth gaping wide around a silent scream. It’s already too much. You fist both your hands in Tup’s hair and clench tight, fighting hard to control the peak, to ride the wave without losing yourself. But then, that clever tongue circles across the tip of your clit. Gently, brutally, just barely ghosting across the white-hot nerves.

Your mind fails you. Static fills your vision. Your ears are stuffed full of cotton. The air in your lungs turns to wildfire. The world outside shatters into a million tiny shards, until all that remains is you and Tup’s devastating touch, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of you that he can get.

You can’t say how long you drift out in oblivion before your senses begin to return. When you think you can trust your legs to hold your weight, you release Tup. He sits back on his knees, struggling to catch his breath, and it occurs to you with some embarrassment that you might have held him to you a little too tightly. He’s still panting as you pull your underwear up and shimmy your dress back down. Still, it doesn’t seem to bother him. On the contrary, he looks wrecked. He’s smiling wide, dazed and giddy, hair mussed, lips and nose glistening with evidence of his good work. You reach down to caress his cheek, and he leans into the touch, turning his head to press a wet kiss against your palm.

“Was it good?” he asks, sounding far too sweet for someone looking so utterly debauched. Your smile warms him, and his shoulders pull back in pride when you tell him, “It was perfect. You were perfect.” For a long moment the two of you stay like that, your gasping breaths gradually slowing and fading. Outside the bathroom door, the music continues to pound, a gentle reminder. Tup stands. His brothers are no doubt wondering where he’s gone. And yet…

“I–If you want to go–” You cut Tup off when he starts to speak, pressing a finger to his lips. “You were so good for me,” you say, hands searching around Tup’s waist until you find the latch you’re looking for. You lean in for a kiss, tasting your own release on his tongue. Tup’s crotchplate falls to the floor as you speak against his lips. “It’s only fair that I return the favour. Right?”

#clone trooper tup #tup x reader #clone trooper tup x reader #clone x reader #clone thirsting #drabble

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boopshoops · 11 days

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For Jojo, Shishi, and Ezzie (The Twst OCs ;w;) for the OC Ask meme)

Similarly to the last post!! This is color coded: me/narrator as default, blue as Jocia, and green as Ezra

🥣what's your favorite food?

"So this is some sort of interview? Alright then," Jocia gruffly responded, slouching over in her seat upon realizing the question was actually rather simple. She grinned, "Bulgogi's a fav. It's something my sister showed me when we were kids. Apparently she was trying to learn more about our family history or somethin', did a damn lot of research too."

"It's not something I looked much into myself, but I'm a complete sucker for anything barbecued or grilled. I think... Oh yeah, we tried it out on a camping trip. I stole some of hers off her plate," Jocia chuckled, scratching at the back of her head as she reminisced, "I gave her hell during that trip. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why we never did something like that again. Made it up to her later, though."

"Ooh! How fun!" The professor exclaimed with a sharp-toothed grin, "Let's see, should I go into detail? I don't see why not. You're supposedly looking into learning more about me after all, little sprout," He cheerfully pondered aloud, politely folding his hands in his lap.

"My favorite dish is Pasta Alla Gricia. It's absolutely divine. With most of the foods I like, they've unfortunately been changing and shifting in ways I'm simply not a fan of with the passage of time. BUT! With this? It's only gotten better since the first time I tried it one hundred years ago! I'll gladly buy you some sometime, little sapling. Oh! Perhaps I can get some for the whole class... Like a day of celebration after one of our competitions! It's important for student's to destress, after all!~" Ezra hummed to himself with a firm nod.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Uh..." The woman droned on, crossing her arms over her chest. She offered a casual nod after perusing her own thoughts, "Like, physically? Sure, yeah," She bluntly answered.

"It's not really something I've thought too much of before. I guess looking in the mirror and seeing how far I've come gives me something to be proud of. Especially since I'm... not the best at styling. Everyone else in the family got all that."

"But, hell, I've worked hard on myself. Even if working out and such is more of a chill hobby of mine, I'm still confident in how I'm built. Not to mention I can see little parts of the people around me in myself too, yeah? Like- an old friend of mine regularly helps me dye my hair, and I got my piercings at the same time as my brother. If I didn't like those parts of myself, it feels kinda like a dig on them too. No matter whatcha think anyway, there are gonna be people out there who think you're pretty sick."

"...Eh, I'm not good at getting all sappy."

Ezra blinked, his drawing his lips into a line. His brows furrowed, "This is a difficult question to be modest about, isn't it?" He awkwardly chuckled, bringing a hand up to massage his temple.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a lot of things I have to work on, truly. It's quite an ordeal. Not that I'm not proud of my appearance! After all, a lot of it was greatly inspired by my late father."

"...Ah! I forgot to mention- I'm a changeling fae, of course. I'm not the biggest fan of shapeshifting, however, so I try my best to correlate my appearance to my adoptive human family. In that way, I suppose topics such as 'attractiveness' are a bit more complicated to someone like me, dear," He finished, dodging and weaving around the actual question through his rambles.

🏘️where's your happy place?

Jocia brightened up a bit at this, smirking as the answer came easily, "With my siblings," she replied briefly.

"They're fun as hell to be around. We got each other's backs. They're a bunch of little shits sometimes, but we know each other better than anyone else," She paused, "At least... most of us. More of a reason for me to get home, as if I didn't need any more of one already."

"My classroom, of course! Oh, it's so fun!" The teacher excitedly replied, eccentrically taking the time to pop up out of his seat and lean over the table, "It's where I spend most of my time! Working with students in bloom, watching their talents grow, listening to my favorite stars sing broadway, tending to my adorable potted plants..." He babbled on endlessly, happily explaining to no end.

"...I haven't been here for very long, that is true, but it has very quickly become my favorite place to be. So much so I often get caught up in things and forget to attend meetings. I suppose me and the other fae individuals here have that in common... I'm working on that, however! Got to make sure my memory is in top condition!"

"Is that it? 'Kay. Be seeing ya."

"This was very pleasant! Thank you kindly for inviting me."

Ask Game!

Yuu Shi's responses are here

#boopshoopsramblings #twisted wonderland #boopshoopsoc #twst #twst oc #disney twst #oc #twst wonderland #original character #oc art #jocia gains #ezra goldspire #tcoav #boopshoopswriting

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k-dokja · 1 year

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; Joongoo / Reader | Fluff | Minor spoiler for 430. | A/N: I totally don't have too much work, no.

"My little strawberry, you've been very unanimated lately~"

One of the downsides coming with assuming the vacant president chair of the 3rd and 4th affiliate is your boyfriend. It'd have been fine for you to handle the larger workload now that you have more responsibility, but you can do it without the distraction.

"Mhm."

The distracted response does you no good either because it only aggravates Joongoo further. And when he is aggravated, he is... annoying. "Honey~"

"Can you stop draping over me? I need to finish reviewing this sale report," you push his face away, but it deters him nought from snuggling into your neck.

Which would probably be better had it not for the awkward angle he's determined to hold onto. "All this work and no play, what has gotten into you?" He mutters sourly, but the childish whine makes it impossible for you to take him seriously.

"Perhaps... the removal of your dear friend is getting to you?"

Your hubris, as it turns out. His question comes in a whisper, yet it is loud enough to silence all other thoughts inside your brain. Just as you are aware of it, the fan of his breath on your ear sends an unsettling shiver down your spine.

"...I have no idea what you're talking about," you keep a straight face despite the turmoil brewing up inside you.

Then with a huff, you roll your eyes and push at his face, this time, like you mean it. "Ugh, if you just stop bothering me for a hot sec, I'd be done with this faster to entertain you, you know."

"That's mean, I'm not some spoiled kid in need of entertainment all the time," he pouts but you feel no impulse to do something about it, "besides~ you've been working all the time since your promotion, methinks the lady is in need of some destressing."

When you meet his eyes, there is an uncharacteristic solemnity that makes you weigh his words.

"All work no play makes my little peach all dour and sad, see?" Joongoo turns you to face him and you ignore how his hands trap you in your chair. "Why don't we go do something fun before all that stress makes your numbers blur together?"

It is not easy to fight him when you see him staring you down. Not with those obsidian eyes so black the light can't reflect in them. Once upon a time, it is one of the many things which draw you to him, yet now it is a curse bearing upon you with no hope to escape.

"...Fine," you grumble, "but if there's an emergency, I'm coming right back."

"I'll just have to make sure no one can reach you then~"

"Joongoo!"

#kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

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archetypal-archivist · 9 months

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A Kinder World AU- Part 9

Jaiden, Roier, and Bobby’s House

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Jaiden is a lawyer who inherited her grandfather’s house in Quesadilla after his death, Roier is the town’s resident therapist, and Bobby is Roier’s little brother and their bestest chingon. Together they fight crime live a happy life.

1) Bobby is a hyperactive kid with a lot of energy to burn and two very busy platonic co-parents who both work a fair bit of the week. As such, he often spends large chunks of each day playing in the yard outside his house- soccer, hop scotch, jump rope, you name a sport and he’s at least tried it, sometimes to limited success. His favorite activity to blow off steam is to play knights and dragons with his friends, taking up his silver cardboard sword with Juanaflippa and Richarlyson to defeat the evil dragons, Tilin and Chayanne, with Tallulah as the princess to rescue and Ramon and Dapper as the evil space wizards, choosing to help or hinder as they please. They’ll sometimes even pull in passing Quesadilla citizens if they have the time. Not that anyone understand the full story, mind you, but the kids sure seem to be having fun.

2) Some days, however, Bobby feels a little more quiet. On such days, he’ll walk down to the water and settle into the sand with his sketch book, given to him by Jaiden for his birthday. There he sits and sketches the boats of his friends and family as they enter and leave and cross paths with each other. On days when he’s particularly lonely or sad, he’ll sometimes spend the whole day drawing so he’ll have a complete collection of every boat that passed him by that day, that he’ll later present to his parents to tell them what they missed. Jaiden loves to encourage his hobby, bringing him expensive paper and pencils from the mainland after her business trips as an apology for her absence, but Bobby prefers the printer paper and sharpies Roier gives him to distract him during telehealth calls when he brings the kid with him to work.

3) Jaiden and Roier are partners in a purely platonic sense, and have separate bedrooms so that they each have a space of their own. Jaiden is in the master bedroom in the main part of the house with Bobby and Roier stays in the tower so as to avoid waking anyone with his nightmares. When Roier first fled to Quesadilla town with Bobby and Spreen, the town had a vote to see if they would be accepted into the community, then another to debate where the then-teens and kid would stay. Jaiden, feeling lonely in her big house by herself, decided to take in Roier and Bobby, with Fit taking in Spreen. Moving Roier into the tower was easy enough but it took a long time for him to actually sleep there, instead crashing at the kitchen table, a sleep deprived mess from nightmares and trying to finish his degree (and sometimes nightmares about said degree). Even still Roier likes to creep down from his tower and sleep elsewhere some nights, but Jaiden refuses to ask him about his escapades. If he wants to tell her, that's his choice and she'll let him keep his secrets if that makes him feel safe enough to stay.

4) Jaiden's job as a lawyer is incredibly stressful and having a hyperactive kid running around trying to make a mess of things makes life... Difficult. Especially when it falls to her to tell Bobby that certain papers are for leaving alone, not for drawing on. When life gets to be too much, she climbs up on the roof and sunbathes for a while, baking herself until she feels better. She'll also destress by visiting Los Casualonas with Roier, buying a drink or three from the bar tender, Cucurucho, and enjoying whatever live music is playing that night. When Jaiden and Roier go together, he often ends up dancing and that always brings a smile to her face. Watching other people be happy is a guilty pleasure of hers because if she can't be happy, then making others feel good is the next best thing. These days, however, Roier has gotten to be much better at reading her mood, as has Roier's crush Cellbit. She's not sure how to feel about that.

5) While Roier's tower is oddly barren, the downstairs is richly decorated with things Jaiden's grandfather kept around the home. Done up in hues of rich red and deep blues and greens, the interior looks like it's been pulled right from the ages when top hats and tailcoats were a thing. Jaiden hates it and initially only kept it that way because her grandfather loved the decor, but with Roier and Bobby now with her, she's been using their presence as an excuse to renovate. Currently, the only room completely finished is her own, now done up in hues of pale purple with paintings and giant plushies everywhere. When the never ending peacock hues get to be too much for Bobby, he goes on a "break everything" spree, something that both parents tolerate with fond amusement. Anything broken is just something to be replaced with something better- unless someone gets the bright idea to make a replacement instead. Usually to mixed results.

6) The house itself is divided up into Roier’s tower, Jaiden’s bed room, the living room (currently taken up to act as Bobby’s bedroom and the focal point of the house), one bathroom, Jaiden’s office-cum-closet, and a well-loved kitchen. Much of the house is too fancy to be used casually but slowly Jaiden and her new family are working on making the house into a home, even if that means making a bit of a mess in the process. The kitchen is her current project of choice, where Roier is attempting to teach her to cook. While the man is a dab hand at anything greasy, sweet, or Mexican-themed, his skills leave much to be desired outside that unless he has a cookbook on hand- something that Jaiden not only lacks, but has mistakenly used for kindling in the living room’s fireplace. Not that she ever used to begin with, having been borne with the rare ability to set fire to boiling water when trying to cook. The duo muddle along regardless and most times, the food they make ends up tasting pretty good! The one casualty, however, is the kitchen, but it’s not like they were too hung up on it remaining white and clinically clean anyway.

7) Jaiden’s work as a lawyer keeps her very busy and as such, she’s often pulled away from Quesadilla to complete trials and other duties on the mainland for her clients. She focuses mainly on being a defense lawyer, but all Bobby understands is that his new mama is a hero who protects people. It’s the only reason he tolerates her frequent absences at all, and even then he’s prone to tantrums whenever she has to board her motorboat with her briefcase and backpack and leave for another week or two. At best he waits for her at the dock to see her off, at worst he’ll run away and force her to track him down. Roier despairs too, but it’s much quieter, hidden with forced smiles and witty banter until his platonic partner is too busy laughing to notice how awful he feels about being left behind again. Jaiden knows enough about Roier’s past to feel guilty about having to leave but it’s primarily her salary that the family lives on so she just has to suck it up and cry it out into her pillow at night. Whenever the family is together it feels like nothing could ever go wrong, and when they’re apart it feels like the world has suddenly gone grey. It scares the duo, sometimes, how quickly they fell together, sliding into place like puzzle pieces, but they wouldn’t trade for anything, ever- being whole and happy and able to trust that someone will be there to catch you when you fall is addictive after all. They just need practice stretching beyond each other to find other people to call home.

#qsmp #a kinder world au #mc #my writing #bobby #roier #jaiden #quackity smp #townscaper #jaiden animations

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mossy-rainfrog · 2 years

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Moss can I pretty please request jonmartin O1 if you are up for it it's so Soft

[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood for the kiss prompts challenge. Martin is embracing Jon from behind and pressing a kiss to the space between his shoulder and neck, smiling and peeking up at Jon with one eye. Jon is tilting his head up into the kiss with a serene smile, and reaching up a hand to cover one of Martin's.

Character designs: Jon is a thin Persian person with a short beard, long curly hair half up in a bun, and various scars, including a scar over their heart. He is wearing a pink spaghetti strap dress with light hearts, and a brown jacket, as well as a wedding ring. Martin is a fat Black man with long curly hair braided back against his scalp and then fluffing out at the back behind a purple bandanna. He is wearing circular glasses, a purple sweater, an ace ring and a wedding ring. End ID.]

order up for two insufferably romantic gays destressing after a long day at work Somewhere Else🥺🥺 thank you for the request kain beloved!!!!! aaaaa this was so much fun

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma #magnuspod #magpod #tma somewhere else #tma jonmartin #jon sims #tma fan art #described #do not archive #mossy art #art meme #kiss meme #lighting go brrrrrrr #they are tender 🥺

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phykoha · 11 months

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so what is the premise of the alter ego AU? is it just like the turtles do stuff on their own like a night or whatever? and if so, what do they do?

So it takes place after the movie. And you've pretty much got it on the money right there hdsfhds

I made Donnie (DJ DEE) first. His brothers don't know that DJ DEE is actually Donnie, but ironically they all have alter egos. And none of them know that. He goes around to big clubs in the Hidden City to DJ it up, and he's really good at it- There are a few places that actively seek him out to do music there. Eventually, he gets big enough to play at the Battle Nexus.

Speaking of the Battle Nexus, Leo (Blue Lightening) is a Nexus champion! He sneaks off to fight, and even Big Mama is like "who tf is this kid and how did he get in here?" But lets him fight anyway because he draws in huge crowds. She's the first to figure out that he's Leo. It's really not that hard once she gets close enough to get a good look at him hfdsjfsd

(Fighting helps Leo to get his energy and frustration from the whole Kraang situation out.. :) a pretty bad coping mechanism given how it's the fucking Battle Nexus)

Raph (Nightwatcher) goes out at night to fight crime and protect New York on his own. After what happened with the Kraang, he's too paranoid. He's always stressing and worried that his brothers will get hurt again, despite trusting them to take care of themselves. He saw firsthand how well they can fight, especially when they're working as a team... But he can't help it. So he works as the Nightwatcher to take on the bigger problems on his own.

Mikey (Name pending but he calls himself Dr Splatter for now. The city just calls him M.) is a graffiti artist. He goes out to paint up the town as a way to destress. You'll know if a piece is his, due to the big orange M as his signature. He's actually done a few walls for money too. He's gotten into doing pieces for the Purple Dragons, even. Fun fact: Some of his paint glows, bc he infused his mystic powers into it.

#blah blah blah #inbox answer #alter ego au #i love these funky guys

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coal-cipher · 10 months

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I love that you make both gore and fluff they're all so good and I think it's real fun

(Also I love when you draw Basil flustered he is so cute)

I'll be real I get a great wave of happiness when I draw Basil all red and embarrassed it's adorable ❤️ In the other hand when I draw him lifeless/in pain it makes me feel. calm? I usually draw gore or dark things to destress so I look very poker faced and mellow when drawing Basil in agony or with fisheyes

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penaltyboxboxbox · 11 months

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hello i love your monaco weekend doodles from today you are SO FULL OF TALENT!!! and forgive me for not being so bright but who is the last drawing of? 💗💗💗

Thanks so much, it's so fun to draw just cute little stuff to destress.

its zhou!!!! in his cute outfit that he wore when he arrived ❤️

#ask

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howlingday · 2 years

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Tragic backstory (TM) au) classes are going slow for the second years jaune decides to organize some fun for everyone but when some first years crash the party jaune ends up having to put the "prodigies" in their place

(tldr; RWBY and friends are freakishly strong most huntsmen are about as strong as 5 or so Atlas soldiers. Compare that to the characters in RWBY who casually take on armies. So jaune might be the weakest of his friends but he's still in the top 20 fighters in the world. It's all a matter of perspective)

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Change is inevitable. Like the seasons, everything comes and goes, each presenting something unique in their own ways. And yet, there is always some familiarity to the change, dulling the surprise, if only a little. The more things change, the fewer differences you'll notice.

Ruby: Look! It's the first years!

Weiss: Don't point at them, you dolt! They're probably nervous enough as it is.

Nora: Maybe, but if they can't handle the stress, they shouldn't be-

Ren: No pancakes for a whole semester.

Nora: Huh?!

Ren: Oh, sorry, were you saying something?

Yang: A couple of cuties down there, too. You think they're single?

Blake: If they are, you probably shouldn't distract them from their schoolwork. Or yours.

Yang: Aw, c'mon, Blakey! We all gotta destress somehow, right? What's a little canoodling between classes?

Blake: Possible detention.

Weiss: Agreed.

Pyrrha: ...

Ruby: Pyrrha? Are you okay? You've been really quiet.

Pyrrha: Sorry, I'm just... I'm thinking about Jaune. He's been training with Ms. Fall for weeks now, and I'm worried she's being too rough with him. Last night, he came in smelling like a trash fire.

Yang: Yikes...

Pyrrha: I know. I shouldn't get involved, but I can't help but feel-

Yang: No, I mean that dude down there! He's got more muscles than a clam beach!

Weiss: Ugh, you're as bad as your sister.

???: (Blue mohawk and pierced-ear punk, Multiple rings of varying gems on his fingers) Hm? What'd you say, Jay?

Jay: (Long, black haired giant in an open, blue vest, Scar running down his torso, Points up to the balcony)

???: Hubba hubba! Look at those babes! How lucky are we, pal?

Jay: (Grunts)

???: Huh? The one with the highlight? I dunno. She seems kinda flat. Now the brunette with bow? Mm-mm! I'll eat whatever she cooks up!

???: (Red, bowlcut hair military-officer-cadet lookalike, Scoffs) Vas, will you stop drawing attention to yourself, please?

Vas: Can't help it, Commodore Boots! If I see something, I gotta say it!

???: (Scowls) Vas, if you're going to make a scene, can't you do it in a way that makes you look good?

Vas: Sure thing, Fuentes. Let me just flex for my future harem.

Fuentes: (Rolls his eyes) You're a real lady killer, Vas. (Looks behind him) Sir, your orders?

???: (Golden-eyed, strawberry blond man in a long, golden robe with tiled armor on his shoulders, Walks past them) I'm not your commanding officer, Fuentes, and this isn't Atlas. If Vas wants to make himself look like an idiot, then more power to him.

Fuentes: (Salutes) Aye-aye, Captain Shishi!

Shishi: And you don't have to salute me. And don't call me Captain.

Fuentes: Aye-aye, Savage Team Leader Shishi!

Shishi: (Groans) Just stick with Shishi.

Yang: They're so weird.

Blake: Weren't we all?

Weiss: How dare you?!

Nora: Hear that, Ren? You've got a secret admirer! ...Ren?

Ren: (Staring intensely at Team SFVJ)

Ruby: I know what'll cheer you guys up! Let's throw a party tonight!

Pyrrha: I... appreciate the thought, but I don't think our room can handle another party.

Weiss: And I'm not picking up after Nora again!

Ruby: Well, how about the lounge? We're second years, so our curfew is extended to eleven!

Emerald: I'm going to have to dip out on this one. Merc and I have to study for make-up classes. (Thinking) And meet with Cinder later tonight.

Yang: Boo! Lame! But fine, we'll just party without you.

Pyrrha: It won't be the same without you, but maybe next time. Aside from you both, Jaune could also do better with a little fun.

Yang: Who's to say my brother isn't having fun now?

Jaune: I AM NOT HAVING FUN! (Running for his life)

Cinder: IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION, NOW STAND AND FIGHT ME, COWARD! (Launches barrage of fireballs)

Ozpin: (Sips his coffee) Another year, another fresh batch of teams, Glynda. Your thoughts?

Goodwitch: I believe my opinion is best kept to myself, as it was last year, and the year before.

Ozpin: As professional as always, Glynda. Would you like me to tell you my thoughts?

Goodwitch: Again, my input is irrelevant, though I will advise you to maintain professionalism and avoid playing favorites, as I do every year.

Ozpin: (Chuckles, Sips his coffee) ...I ship the two blue ones.

Goodwitch: That's because you have no taste. If you had any sense, you would be able to understand why the burly, stoic giant is perfect for the disciplined and well-mannered gentleman. Now, allow to explain, again, why you fail to understand the tropes and trends that lead to these perfect ships that I have perfectly hand-crafted!

Ozpin: (Smiles, Thinking) Oh, Glynda, you are so easy to tease. Teasy. I'll try to make that a thing in my next body. By the next incarnation, it will be the hottest word since Grimmdip.

Pyrrha: Oh, Jaune, you're back! (Sniffs, Sighs) And you're burnt again.

Jaune: (Weakly grins) Only singed this time.

Pyrrha: Are you tired?

Jaune: (Yawns, Winces and groans as he stretches) More sore than anything.

Pyrrha: Well, if you'd like, I can tell the others you're not feeling well, and we'll cancel our plans for tonight.

Jaune: Plans? What plans?

Pyrrha: Team RWBY is having a get-together in the lounge tonight, and they invited us. Nora and Ren are grabbing the soda right now, but we can stay in tonight.

Jaune: You don't have to wait up on me.

Pyrrha: I don't have to, but I want to. I'm your partner, Jaune. I... I'd do anything to make you happy.

Jaune: Pyrrha... That's so sweet. (Pats her shoulder, Beams) You're a good friend, Pyrrha. You're gonna make some guy the luckiest man in the world some day.

Pyrrha: (Internally breaks) Yes... Some day... (Thinking) Why did he have to be so dense?!

Jaune: I'll go hop in the shower, and then we'll head down. Okay?

Pyrrha: Yes... Of course... (Thinking) One day, Jaune, you'll see the truth, and that truth is that I-

Nora: Love it! We got soda! We got snacks!

Yang: We got music! (Presses play on her scroll)

Yang: (Recorded on scroll) Hey, Yang, it's me, Yang again! Listen, your feelings matter, even if society doesn't approve of you wanting to-

Yang: (Throws her scroll to the ground, Stomps on it for good measure)

Ruby: ...Yang? Do you... want to talk?

Yang: ...No. (Presses play on unharmed scroll, Music plays) Everyone dance.

Ruby: But-

Yang: I SAID DANCE! (Crumps hard with stomping motions, Growling)

Weiss: ...Right. Any word frpm Pyrrha and Jaune?

Blake: They should be coming down soon. Jaune wouldn't miss out on a party with his friends.

Nora: Yeah, especially if we're gonna party all night looooooooong!

Ren: We're only partying until nine.

Nora: All night!

Vas: Well, count us in, babe! (Everyone turns to see Team SFVJ) What's up? Mind if we crash this party?

Ren: I guess. I see nothing wrong with this.

Nora: Call me babe again, though, and I'll crush you!

Vas: Hey, whoa! So aggressive! No need to get hostile, cutie. (Pops chips into his mouth) It's not very lady-like.

Nora: I'll show you lady-like, chip stealer!

Ren: Nora, the refreshments are for the party guests, which these gentlemen are. (Looks to them) Am I mistaken?

Shishi: No, you're right, and we should act like it. Vas, please be on your best behavior.

Vas: (Mumbles with mouth full of chips, Gives thumbs up)

Shishi: Please, forgive him. He can be excitable.

Ren: I understand what you mean. Nora can be the same. Although, the person I'm most concerned about is your friend glaring at me from across the room.

Shishi: Jay? He's just shy. He had a rough life growing up. He's not used to strangers.

Ren: (Nods) I understand. Perhaps I should say hello?

Shishi: That sounds like a wonderful idea. (Ren walks away) ...As to be expected from you.

Weiss: I think I remember you from Bulwark. You were just a grade behind me.

Fuentes: Indeed. I recall your sister visiting to speak with us that day, and you could hardly stop shaking.

Weiss: I can't be blamed, though. If your family visited, what would you do?

Fuentes: I would leave my seat, regardless of who scolded me. Of course, that's if my family visited me.

Weiss: Is yours emotionally distant?

Fuentes: Emotionally, and physically! (Shares a laugh)

Ruby: There's something wrong with you two. (Looks to the dance floor) Oh, Blake and Yang are talking to that blue guy.

Vas: C'mon, babe, just one dance? It won't kill ya~.

Blake: My mortality isn't your biggest concern.

Yang: Yeah, the lady said no, bub. So buzz off!

Vas: Nobody asked you, Gargantua.

Yang: What did you call me?

Vas: Sorry, toots, but I'm not into muscle girls. Maybe try one of those gym rats from that second year team. What was their name? Cordial?

Blake: Cardinal, and if you had half the brains they do-

Vas: Beautiful, I don't need brains. I only need one thing. You want me to show you~?

Blake: (Scoffs, Rolls her eyes) Let's go, Yang.

Yang: (Leaves with Blake) You're a creep, dude! Nothing's cute about it! (Looks to Blake) You good?

Blake: I almost complimented CRDL.

Yang: Yeah. Somehow he's worse.

Blake: At least he isn't discriminatory.

Yang: From the way he was ogle you, I think it's the opposite problem. (Sighs) I think this party's before it could even start. I'm ready to call it a night.

Jaune: Aw, and I just got here.

Yang: Jaune! (Hugs him)

Jaune: Ack! Yang! Did you really miss me?

Yang: Kind of, but I also need a hug.

Jaune: Ngh! Um, could you ease off on the hug a little? It's getting kind of hard to breathe.

Yang: No.

Jaune: Yang? Yang! Ya- ACK!

Yang: (Lets go, Sighs) I'm glad I got that out. Thanks, Jaune. You're the best brother a sister could want. (Eyes slightly widen, Blushes)

Jaune: Uh, no problem, Yang. I mean, I'm not your brother, but-

Nora: Jaune! (Tackles him) You made it!

Jaune: Hi, Nora. How's the party?

Nora: It's the worst! These first years crashed it, and now it's all ruined!

Jaune: Really? (Sees Ren chatting with a blushing giant, Ruby dying of boredom as Weiss gabs with an military officer of some kind, a blue mohawk dude dancing alone) Looks good to me.

Shishi: Same.

Jaune: (Jumps) Wha! Uh, who are you?

Shishi: Shishi Augen, Team SFVJ.

Jaune: Jaune Arc, Team JNPR.

Shishi: Ah, so you're the famous Jaune Arc?

Jaune: Or infamous.

Shishi: (Nods) Perspectives. You have quite the reputation, Jaune. First, you make a fool of Atlas' most powerful man. Next, you explode at a fleeing, rival team for giving up. Then, you dueled the leader of the White Fang, and won. I can't help but wonder what you'll do next.

Jaune: I couldn't say, but if you're looking for an honest answer, I say don't believe everything you hear. Most of the stuff they say about me isn't true.

Shishi: Really? So you didn't do those things I said?

Jaune: No, I did, but people have been guessing my backstory for the past year or so now. None of it is true.

Nora: Jaune, you don't have to run from your past!

Jaune: I'm not running from anything, Nora. I'm just a normal guy, just like everybody else.

Nora: Who's also a king.

Vas: Hm?

Jaune: No.

Nora: And was kidnapped by Sky Pirates.

Fuentes: Huh?

Jaune: No!

Nora: And just escaped the clutches of your evil ex-fiancee!

Jaune: Nora, I- Well, actually, yeah, that is, true. But aside from that, I'm just like everyone else. I'm just Jaune Luna Arc. Nothing more to it!

Jay: ...Luna?

Jaune: Huh? (Turns around, Sees hulking figure towering over him) Ah...

Jay: Luna...

Jaune: Uh, yeah, that's my-

Pyrrha: JAUNE, LOOK OUT!

Jaune: Huh? (Flies backwards as a giant fist comes down on where he was) HUH?!

Jay: Luna! (Flares his nostrils) Luna!

Vas: Easy, Jay-Man! It's just a coincidence!

Jay: LUNA! (Leaps towards Jaune)

Jaune: (Leaps away) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Easy, man! I don't want to fight you!

Jay: (Removes vest, Stomps towards Jaune)

Blake: Oh no...

Yang: What?

Blake: That tattoo on his back.

Yang: What about it? It kind of looks like a skull in a wheel.

Blake: That's because it is. This man...

Jay: (Fist glows red, Punches Jaune into the wall)

Jaune: (Groans) Good thing I blocked that. (Looks at his sleeves, Shocked) My sleeves are burnt! (Looks up) How the heck did he- (Sees him charging at him) Uh oh...

Jay: (Slams into Jaune, Lifts him overhead) LUNA! DEATH!

Blake: He's a Burns Sun Warrior.

Weiss: A what?!

Fuentes: You have a keen eye, Miss. Jay is from a small surviving Burns tribe. It's unfortunate your friend has the Luna name. Because now...

Jay: (Smashes Jaune over his knee)

Jaune: (Screams)

Pyrrha: (Rushing over) JAUNE!

Yang: Let go of my brother, you son of a-!

Jay: (Snaps to Yang) Luna... (Holds Jaune aloft by an arm) Luna!

Yang: Uh oh...

Jaune: Don't... (Groans) Touch them...

Jay: (Pulls Jaune closer, Growls) Luna?

Jaune: I said... (Aura glows, Grabs Jay's face) Don't touch them!

Jay: (Reels back and drops Jaune, Clutches his bleeding face)

Pyrrha: (Catches Jaune) Are you okay?!

Jaune: (Takes a deep breath, Heals slowly) Yeah, I'm good. (Set on his feet, Flexes his hand) How did I do that, though? It was like-

Yang: Hey, analyze later! You only made him angry!

Jay: Luna! (Stomps towards him)

Shishi: Jay, that's enough! It's almost curfew for us anyways.

Jay: (Snarls at Jaune, Walks away)

Shishi: Sorry for our friend. He's been through a lot.

Nora: I'm about to put you through a lot, you jerk! You almost let my leader die!

Shishi: I could have stopped him, but... eh, I was curious. Wanted to see what makes second years so special. (Chuckles) Have to say, I'm impressed. I can't wait to see what happens next. Fuentes, Vas. Let's go.

Fuentes: Aye-aye, Captain! (Salutes Weiss) Thank you for allowing us to join the festivities. (Walks away)

Weiss: What? But, what about your...

Vas: (Winks at Blake) Later, cutie. Can't wait to see what you can do. (Waves good-bye with a rat tail)

Blake: What is wrong with those guys? Jaune, are you okay?

Jaune: I'm fine. Is everyone else okay?

Ruby: You were just attacked by a guy three times your size. I think you're the only one not okay!

Jaune: I'm fine. I don't get why he just suddenly attacked me, though.

Blake: It's because he thinks you're a member of the Luna tribe.

Jaune: This again?

Blake: Whether it's true or not isn't important. What is important is he thinks you are. He's a Burns tribe Sun Warrior. They were- are a special class of warriors for the Burns tribe. They specialized in total warfare, burning everything, and everyone, with overwhelming firepower. The elite of the elite, in a way. But...

Yang: But...?

Blake: Sun Warriors would go into battle entirely engulfed in flames, their aura igniting around them. Either he doesn't know how to, or he was holding back.

Weiss: Whatever the case, that entire team is dangerous, especially since no one tried to stop him.

Yang: If they even could.

Ren: Their leader could. We saw him do it.

Pyrrha: It might be best to avoid them for now. Focus on training ourselves.

Jaune: Right. Let's clean up and get ready for the weekend. After that crazy fight, I think we all need to wind down. (Looks at his hand) And figure things out.

Cinder: Good, you both are here.

Emerald: Is there a problem, ma'am?

Cinder: Yes. I need you both to do something for me.

Mercury: Alright, Prof. What you got?

Cinder: Starting this weekend, I want you to spy on your teams for me.

Emerald: Spy on them? What do you mean?

Cinder: There is an increase in Grimm activity recently. I think Salem intends to make a move. Therefore, I need you both to report to me anything and everything you find about your teammates. Strengths, weaknesses, abilities, anything that could help us better understand their capabilities, so that Salem can't destroy them in one blow.

Mercury: Couldn't she do that if she wanted to?

Cinder: Yes, (Looks at Jaune's student ranking of 20 of 20, Scowls) and that's what worries me.

Vas: Hey, Jay! You dropped this!

Jay: (Takes vest, Nods)

Vas: No problem, big guy! So, you get that cutie's number?

Jay: (Blushes, Looks away)

Vas: Aw, don't be like that! After the way you thrashed her weakling leader, she's gotta be way into you, right, fellas?

Fuentes: No.

Shishi: I don't think anyone found it attractive.

Vas: C'mon, guys! I'm trying to cheer him up! After all, not all of us can be harem masters like Vas Soder!

Fuentes: You harrassing those girls was an embarrassment to the team. I'll expect a full apology to our three teams.

Vas: Whatever, Commander Buzzkill.

Shishi: Did you at least enjoy yourself, Fuentes?

Fuentes: (Salutes) Sir, I did enjoy myself, sir! (Lowers salute) It was calming to meet a fellow Bulwark graduate.

Shishi: Good, good. I'm glad everyone enjoyed themselves. Tomorrow, though, we should definitely apologize to them. After all, (Looks at the student ranking list) we should respect our betters. (Thinking) Isn't that right, your majesty?

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