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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Congrats on the followers!!!! WOOOOO!!!

could I request “I really want to kiss you right now.” with Beelzebabes please? something about him just saying that out of the blue…ugh. it fuckin GETS me. NSFW af please (the naughtier the better ;) lol), and if I could request AFAB but gender neutral pronouns for reader?

Also if it’s not asking too much could you avoid using the word “cunt?” Just a personal turn off, tbh.

btw i’m @libidinous-weeb on here! (side blog) and your smut writing skills are top tier!!! you’re sooo good, i’m a huge fan! <3

Hello hello!

Ahh thank you so much!! I'm still not very confident in my smut writing, so it means it a lot to hear that you like it!!

Okay, so hopefully this one turned out okay... I love Beel so much I think he would just be really sweet the whole time lol. I didn't really end up using pronouns aside from you/yours, so hopefully that's okay, too. But MC is AFAB! As it turns out, I don't like using the word "cunt" either so I didn't, but I would also like to say that it is absolutely never too much to ask me not to use a word like that. I am happy to accommodate any such preferences!

Thank you for participating!

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AFAB!MC x Beelzebub with prompt "I really want to kiss you right now."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: face-sitting, penetration (reader receiving)

You had been flirting pretty blatantly with Beel all day, hoping against hope that he'd pick up on your meaning. It wasn't as though he didn't already know how you felt. You had already spent several nights together, all of them mind blowing. But you found yourself wanting more and more. And it had been too long.

It was a slow afternoon and most of his brothers were out of the house or otherwise occupied. For once, you didn't really have anything demanding your attention. It was the perfect opportunity to spend a little quality time with Beel. He seemed happy enough to do whatever you wanted, but he didn't seem to be picking up on exactly what you wanted.

You asked him to join you in your room to watch some TV. Sitting together on your bed was the perfect situation. You could cuddle with him, maybe kiss him a bit, and if he still wasn't getting the message, you might need to just say it directly.

But when you were there, cozied up to his side, you found the TV so boring and his presence so relaxing that you felt yourself getting a little drowsy. Being cuddled up with him like that was so comfortable, you forgot all about your earlier attempts at flirting, your eyelids actually starting to get a little heavy.

"MC," Beel said.

His tone was so serious, you sat up straight to look at him. "What is it?"

Beel met your eyes. "I really want to kiss you right now."

You blinked in surprise for a moment. And then you were no longer sleepy. You turned off the TV, climbed into his lap, and kissed him.

Beel's hands went to your waist and when you opened your mouth for him, he took the invitation readily. You felt the hot spike of desire that ran through your body at the feeling of his tongue against yours. The kiss got hot and sloppy, your motions growing desperate as all the neediness you had been feeling previously returned to you full force. When you felt his erection stirring beneath you, you took the opportunity to grind down on it.

Beel moaned low in his throat, his lips still on yours, his hands running over your hips and your backside. You broke away to pull in a breath, leaving Beel to put his lips on your neck. He sucked and nipped just a little, which made you gasp and grind down on him again. The throbbing need between your legs was almost too much to bear as you gripped Beel's shoulders.

Beel ran his hands under your shirt, breaking away from you so he could pull it over your head, exposing your chest. You tugged on his, too, and it was gone in moments, both of them forming a little heap on the floor. And then Beel's mouth was on one of your nipples. You clutched at his bare shoulders, nails digging in enough to leave little half moon indentations in his skin.

And then you felt Beel's fingers tugging on the waistband of your pants. You slid off of his lap to remove them yourself along with your underwear, too eager to let him do it for you.

Before you could do anything else, though, Beel was lying down on your bed on his back. You frowned at him because he was still wearing his pants.

"Um, Beel," you said.

Beel tugged on your hand and you let him pull you back up onto the bed. His hands guided you until you were straddling his face, your knees on either side of his head.

"Beel," you said again, a note of uncertainty in your voice.

"Is this okay? You can trust me, MC," Beel said, his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded your willingness to let him take the lead and he pushed gently on your hips. You lowered yourself down, holding onto the headboard for balance.

The moment Beel's tongue made contact with your hot flesh, your body clenched and you were thankful you were already gripping the headboard. You held on as he plunged his tongue inside of you before pulling it up to swirl around your clit. You moaned, feeling the wetness dripping from you, imagining how it must be dripping down his chin.

Beel moaned into you and the vibration of his deep voice made you shudder. Beel pushed down on your hips again, making you sink even lower. You had a vague thought about potentially suffocating him, but it fled as soon as he began to suck. He was moaning continuously now, clearly doing it on purpose because of the way you were reacting to it.

You held on to the headboard with both hands, not sure how long you could last like this. The sweet hot feeling gathered deep within you, building and building. You moaned Beel's name as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer until your orgasm finally burst upon you, rolling through you and making you see stars.

You couldn't stop yourself from moving your hips as you rode out your high, not even able to think about what that might be doing to Beel's face.

When you were able to think clearly again, you moved back, half sitting on his chest because you didn't have the strength to go anywhere else.

Beel smiled up at you and your stomach fluttered at the sight of your cum on his lips. He licked them and you nearly orgasmed again just from that.

You leaned forward, letting your head fall on his shoulder. "Beel, you're making me crazy."

Beel rubbed your back. "Do you want me to keep going? Or is it too much?"

You looked at him and smiled. You didn't say anything, just sat up, moved so you were sitting next to him on the bed, and tugged at his pants.

Beel took the hint. He got up from the bed to discard them on the pile of all your other clothes.

This freed his massive cock and you wondered briefly if your eyes were shining excitedly at the sight of it. You could feel the thrill that ran though you as you reached out to touch it.

Beel let you stroke it for a little bit while he stood beside the bed, biting his lip and trying not to groan.

After a minute though, he looked down at you. "MC…"

There was a note of desperation in his tone that sent a stab of desire spiking up your spine. You instantly lay back on the bed, scooting yourself toward the edge. Beel helped you by pulling your legs up to rest on his chest, but paused with the tip of his cock at your entrance. He looked down at you, a question clearly on his face.

"It's okay, Beel," you said. You pushed yourself closer to him. "I want you inside me."

Even with this permission, Beel went slow. You knew it was because he was aware of his size and didn't want to hurt you in any way. You were already so wet, but you were also sensitive after having orgasmed on his face moments ago. Every inch of him that entered you shot sparking sensations through your entire body. You were already squirming and moaning beneath him by the time he was fully inside you.

You reached up to grab at his hands, which were resting on your hips, as he began to slowly move in and out of you. It was almost agonizing how careful he was being.

You arched your back and said, "Faster, faster, please…"

Beel always listened to you and this was no exception. He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you hard and fast, hitting that sweetest spot deep inside you and making you cry out with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

Beel seemed to be just as lost in sensation as you were, his thrusts becoming frantic, your name spilling from his mouth in a repetitive mumble.

You were already nearing your climax again. It was only a matter of a few more hard thrusts from Beel and you were clenching around him, everything tightening as you did your best not to scream. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as Beel kept going. You squirmed, rocking your hips with him, the feelings running through you so intense you couldn't help the praise spilling from your lips, telling him how good he felt, how amazing he was, how full he made you feel.

It seemed hearing you saying such things, even incoherently, was the last push Beel needed. He groaned as he filled you up with his cum, his hands clenching on your hips, his thrusts stuttering and then slowing.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. After catching your breath, you would clean each other up, carefully and sweetly, before returning to your bed. You pressed yourself into Beel's side, his arm circling protectively around you and pulling you closer. The feeling of his skin against yours was so nice, you found yourself filled with a sense of happiness. It wasn't long before you both fell asleep, completely exhausted.

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meteorrites · 5 months

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Hi! this is my first time posting here.. and I wrote this at like 2 am so it’s probably all jumbled up + I’m learning English (like actually) had to translate some stuff too :p

Wrote this for my friend so shout out to them, also this is somehow super long?? I don’t know how I managed that so it isn’t proof read.

Sub! Neuvillette nsfw

Furina tríes finding Neuvillette for a meeting but it seems he’s too busy (tried making it gender neutral but— yeah.)

warnings: office sex, reader has a dick but just imagine it’s a strap if you’d like, idk you fuck his ass basically, teasing

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“Neuvillete!”

"Where could he be?" Furina muttered under her breath, a hint of worry breaking through her usually confident demeanor. "Leaving me alone with someone like that."

By “someone like that” she referred to Arlecchino one of the 11th fatui harbingers.

They had arranged a meeting to discuss matters of the state but it seemed Neuvillette was late, which was oddly out of character as he had always been punctual especially matters this serious.

As Furina waited nervously in Arlecchino's presence, her mind raced with concern, Furina swore she checked everywhere… everywhere but the most obvious place where you could find the chief justice himself, his office.

Arlecchino continued to scrutinize her with her piercing gaze. Furina finally blurted out, "Neuvillette should be here to assist me in this matter, but he seems to have vanished into thin air."

Arlecchino's expression remained stern, and a hint of amusement danced in her eyes as he responded, "It appears your capable assistant has chosen an interesting time to disappear. How... unfortunate for you, Furina."

Meanwhile, in Neuvillette's office, the atmosphere was thick with tension as his lips met yours.

Neuvillette's urgency was palpable as he hastily closed the door to his office, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of impatience and desire. Without wasting another moment, he turned to you, his voice husky but still filled with longing.

"Please, Y/n, do not delay any longer. I’ve been waiting for days."

Your lips curled into a knowing smirk as you approached Neuvillette with deliberate steps. The air between you two was charged with anticipation, your desires converging in the small, private space.

"Is that so?" Your voice was low and sultry, a stark contrast to his formality. Your eyes, however, remained dark with desire as you closed the distance between the two of you.

Neuvillette's fingers twitched at his sides, his impatience barely contained. "Do refrain from teasing, my dear Y/N. I find it rather challenging to contain my desires any longer."

Y/N's hands, however, moved with a deliberate slowness as they undid Neuvillette's belt, their gaze locked onto his. The anticipation in the room was electric, but Neuvillette couldn't help but feel a thrill in playing this particular game.

"Ah, but patience, Neuvillette," Y/N purred, their fingers tracing along his waistband, a teasing glint in their eyes.

Neuvillette's breath hitched, and he fought to maintain his usual composure as Y/N's touch sent shivers down his spine. "I’ve been patient enough."

Y/N's lips curled into a knowing smile as they finally freed Neuvillette from his pants. Neuvillette's arousal was evident, his desire on full display as he stood before Y/N, his usual formality slipping away.

"Then let’s not waste any more time.." Y/N's voice carried an air of command, and yet there was a mischievous playfulness to it that made Neuvillette's heart race.

Neuvillette's back met the edge of the desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. Y/N's hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, and igniting every inch of Neuvillette's body.

Neuvillette's fingers tangled in Y/N's hair, and he pulled them into a fierce kiss that mirrored the urgency coursing through their veins. Their mouths collided, tongues dueling for dominance as their desire spiraled higher.

Y/N's hand slipped between them, wrapping around Neuvillette's hard length, and he couldn't help but moan at the sensation. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of Y/N's touch.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice laced with desire as Y/N's grip tightened around him. The formal facade was slipping further, giving way to the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

Yuri’s lips trailed down Neuvillette's neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. "You're mine, Neuvillette. All mine."

Neuvillette's head spun, his arousal and need blurring his thoughts. "Fuck, yes," he managed to breathe, his grip on Y/n’s hair tightening.

In the heat of the moment, Y/n leaned down to capture Neuvillette's lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths melding together with a hunger that mirrored their desire. Neuvillette's moans of pleasure were swallowed by their kiss, the intensity of their connection deepening.

And then, Y/n's fingers found their way to Neuvillette's mouth. They slipped their fingers inside, and Neuvillette's tongue eagerly met them. With a sultry smile, Y/n withdrew their fingers, glistening with Neuvillette's saliva.

Using Neuvillette's saliva as a makeshift lubricant, Y/n continued their preparations, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to add another layer of sensation any longer to their passionate encounter. With one hand firmly gripping Neuvillette's hip, he used his free hand to slide his fingers between Neuvillette's cheeks, teasingly circling his entrance.

Neuvillette gasped at the unexpected touch, his body quivering with anticipation. Y/N's fingers dragged along the velvety walls of his ass, exploring and stretching him in tandem with his thrusts. It was a sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Neuvillette's body, intensifying their connection and bringing them both closer to the brink of ecstasy. But he couldn’t release, he wanted more.

Neuvillette's voice quivered with need, his words a plea for more. "Y/N, don't tease me like this. I need you."

Y/N's response was a wicked grin as he continued his careful exploration, coming tantalizingly close to Neuvillette's prostate without quite hitting it. He could feel the heat and desire radiating from Neuvillette's body, and it only fueled his own arousal.

"Patience, Neuvillette," Y/N murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make this unforgettable for you."

As Y/N stretched and prepared Neuvillette's eager ass, their connection grew even more intense. Neuvillette's moans of pleasure filled the room, his body responding eagerly to Y/N's skilled touch.

Y/N couldn't help but revel in the sensation of Neuvillette's tightness and warmth around him. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that he had longed for, and now that he had it, he intended to make the most of it.

Their passionate encounter continued, each moment filled with unrestrained desire and a playful teasing that had Neuvillette's mind in chaos. The office, once a place of formality, was now a sanctuary of shared passion, with no room for restraint or decorum.

As Y/N's fingers continued to work their magic, Neuvillette's moans grew louder and more desperate. He couldn't contain his desire any longer, and he longed for Y/N to take him completely.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice desperate and filled with need. "Please, I can't wait any longer. Take me."

Y/N's approach was deliberate, and as he pushed inside Neuvillette, he didn't fully enter but instead teased him by rubbing just the tip against his eager warmth. It was a calculated move, one designed to drive Neuvillette wild with desire.

Neuvillette's reaction was immediate and intense. He gasped, his body quivering with need as he desperately sought more of Y/N's touch. "Y/N, please," he begged, his voice filled with longing. "Don't tease me like this."

Y/N's grin was wicked as he continued to tantalize Neuvillette, the head of his cock dancing against Neuvillette's entrance. He could feel the way Neuvillette's body clenched around him, the walls of his ass gripping him tightly in response to the teasing.

Their connection was electric, desire and pleasure coursing through both of them. Y/N's voice was low and husky as he whispered in Neuvillette's ear, "You're so responsive, Neuvillette. I love how you react to my touch."

Neuvillette's moans grew louder, his control slipping away as Y/N's teasing pushed him to the brink of insanity. He arched his back, seeking more of Y/N's touch, more of the pleasure that only Y/N could provide.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice desperate and filled with need. "Please, I need you inside me. Take me."

Y/N's grin grew wider as he finally relented, pushing himself deeper into Neuvillette's eager warmth. A guttural moan escaped Neuvillette's lips as he was filled by Y/N's presence, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.

Y/N's desire for a better position overwhelmed him, and without a word, they decided to take matters into their own hands. Neuvillette, lost in the sea of pleasure, was caught off guard as Y/N suddenly flipped him over, his chest pressed against the smooth surface of the desk, his ass now fully exposed to Y/N's hungry gaze.

Neuvillette's gasp of surprise was muffled by the desk, and he found himself in a position of vulnerability, completely at Y/N's mercy. Y/N's strength was surprising, and Neuvillette couldn't help but admire his assertiveness.

With Neuvillette now face down on the desk, his ass exposed and inviting, Y/N had full access to his most sensitive areas. It was a position that left Neuvillette trembling with anticipation, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Y/N to take him completely.

Y/N wasted no time in taking advantage of the new position. His hands roamed over Neuvillette's back and hips, his touch both tender and demanding. He leaned over Neuvillette, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of his spine.

Neuvillette's moans of pleasure filled the room as Y/N's lips and hands explored every inch of his exposed skin. He couldn't contain his desire any longer, and he pressed his ass back against Y/N, silently begging for more.

Y/N's fingers brushed against Neuvillette's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He couldn't resist giving Neuvillette's cheeks a playful squeeze, earning a gasp of pleasure in response.

"Y/N," Neuvillette whispered, his voice filled with need. "Please, I need you."

Y/N's response was to position himself once again, this time pushing into Neuvillette with a single, powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and Neuvillette cried out in ecstasy as Y/N filled him completely.

Their connection deepened as they moved together in perfect harmony. The pleasure they shared was intense and all-consuming, and as they surrendered to the ecstasy that bound them together, they knew that this encounter would be one they would both cherish forever.

Y/N leaned over, his lips grazing Neuvillette's ear as he whispered, "You feel incredible like this, Neuvillette. You're mine, and I'm going to make you scream."

Neuvillette's moans filled the room as Y/N continued to thrust into him, their passion reaching new heights with every passing moment. The office, once a place of formality, was now a realm of shared desire, where they could give in to their most primal instincts without restraint.

Their movements were fervent, urgent, driven by a need that had built over days of anticipation. The desk rocked beneath them, a testament to their unrestrained desire.

Neuvillette's hands gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he met each of Y/n’s thrusts with equal fervor. The pleasure was exquisite, every sensation magnified by their raw need for each other.

Y/n’s voice was a low growl in Neuvillette's ear, their words driving Neuvillette closer to the edge. "You're so damn responsive, Neuvillette. My cock knows exactly how to make you scream."

Neuvillette's pants were fully down now, leaving him exposed and pressed against his desk, the situation utterly scandalous. Y/N's grip on him tightened, their desire evident in the way they pressed their body against him, their groin firmly against Neuvillette's exposed rear.

The friction and heat between them were undeniable, and Neuvillette's gasps grew more intense as pleasure coursed through his body. His arousal was evident, his cock hard and throbbing, pre-cum glistening as it dripped onto the polished surface of the desk.

Y/n's relentless desire and teasing had pushed Neuvillette to the brink of ecstasy, and he couldn't deny the intoxicating sensations that coursed through him. The office, once a place of formality, had become a sanctuary of shared passion and irresistible temptation.

In the midst of their passionate encounter, Y/N couldn't resist teasing Neuvillette further. Their voice dripped with seduction as they whispered, "What if Lady Furina walked in right now, Neuvillette? What if she saw the Iudex of Fontaine in such a compromising position?"

Neuvillette's thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. His usual formality had been abandoned, and he was now fully immersed in the intoxicating moment.

"I-I..." Neuvillette stammered, unable to form a coherent response. Y/N's teasing was driving him to the brink of insanity, but he couldn't bring himself to stop or resist.

Their passionate encounter continued, with Y/N's relentless teasing pushing Neuvillette further into ecstasy. The office, once a place of formality, had become a sanctuary of shared passion, where restraint and decorum had no place.

Y/N reveled in the control they had over Neuvillette, their voice a seductive whisper in his ear. "Tell me, Neuvillette, what would you say to Lady Furina if she walked in right now? How would you explain this?"

Neuvillette's mind was a whirlwind of desire and pleasure, and he struggled to form coherent thoughts. "I... I would..." he began, his voice trembling as he was unable to finish the sentence.

Y/N's laughter was a sultry melody as they continued their relentless assault on Neuvillette's senses. "Would you tell her how much you enjoy being taken like this, Neuvillette? How you crave my touch, my every command?"

Neuvillette's moans grew louder, his resistance crumbling with each passing moment. He couldn't deny the truth of Y/N's words, and his desire for them was all-consuming.

As their passion reached its peak, Y/N's voice took on a commanding tone. "Tell me you're mine, Neuvillette. Say it."

Neuvillette's breaths were ragged, his need overwhelming. "I'm yours," he finally gasped, surrendering completely to Y/N's control.

Y/N's desire was insatiable, and as their passionate encounter with Neuvillette continued, they couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of his body. With heated urgency, Y/N found himself wanting to feel all of Neuvillette, to experience every sensation in their shared moment of ecstasy.

Their lips locked in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm as they continued their fervent lovemaking. Y/N's hands roamed Neuvillette's body, tracing the contours of his chest and shoulders. His shirt had become an inconvenient barrier to the sensations he craved, and he couldn't bear to wait any longer.

"Turn around, Neuvillette," Y/N whispered breathlessly, his voice dripping with desire.

Neuvillette, lost in the intoxication of their passion, complied, his chest rising and falling heavily. He couldn't help but wonder what Y/N had in mind, his curiosity piqued by their urgency.

Y/N's desire to feel all of Neuvillette was undeniable, and as he attempted to remove Neuvillette's shirt, he found it to be a more complex task than anticipated. The fabric clung to Neuvillette's body, and in his haste, Y/N decided on a more direct approach.

With a swift motion, Y/N slid his hand under Neuvillette's shirt, fingers eagerly seeking the warmth of his skin. His palm pressed against Neuvillette's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath, and his fingers traced the contours of Neuvillette's pecs.

Neuvillette's gasp of surprise and pleasure was music to Y/N's ears as his hand explored further, fingers brushing against the hardened nubs of Neuvillette's nipples. Their shared ecstasy deepened as Y/N's touch elicited a moan from Neuvillette, his body reacting to the exquisite sensations.

Neuvillette couldn't help but break the passionate silence with a trembling voice, filled with desire and curiosity. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

Y/N's own desire was palpable, his breath hot against Neuvillette's ear as he replied, "I want to feel all of you, Neuvillette. Every inch."

Their bodies pressed together, their connection intensified by the intoxicating sensations coursing through them. Y/N continued to pound with unrelenting fervor, each thrust driving them closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Haah," Neuvillette moaned, his pleasure building with each passing moment. Y/N's touch and their shared intimacy were overwhelming, and he could no longer contain his desire.

Their passionate encounter continued, the office now a private realm of shared desire and irresistible temptation. The complexities of their desires, the urgency of their actions, and the fervent dialogue between them created an unforgettable tableau of unrestrained passion.

As their passionate encounter reached its climax, Y/N couldn't resist the temptation to tease Neuvillette one final time. Their shared desire had pushed them both to the edge, and Y/N was determined to send Neuvillette over the precipice of ecstasy.

Their breaths were ragged, and their bodies glistened with a sheen of sweat as Y/N whispered provocatively, "I didn't know dragons could be so responsive, Neuvillette."

Neuvillette's moans of pleasure and desire filled the air, his body trembling with anticipation. Y/N had discovered his most sensitive spot, and he was now utterly at their mercy.

With one final, powerful thrust, Y/N hit Neuvillette's prostate with precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Neuvillette's eyes widened, and he saw stars explode behind his closed eyelids as pleasure consumed him entirely.

A strangled cry of pleasure escaped Neuvillette's lips as his vision exploded with stars. The sensations coursing through his body were overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

His release was powerful, an eruption of pleasure that left him seeing stars as he came, coating his own stomach and shirt with his essence. The intensity of the climax was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he was left trembling and utterly spent.

After their passionate climax, Y/N couldn't help but look down at Neuvillette, his face flushed with desire, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He was a vision of post-orgasmic bliss, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

With a mischievous smile, Y/N leaned down and left a lingering hickey on Neuvillette's neck, a mark of their intense encounter. Neuvillette gasped at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through him.

But before Y/N could savor the aftermath, Neuvillette's expression shifted from one of post-orgasmic bliss to sudden realization and panic. With a start, he quickly sat up, his eyes widening in alarm as he asked in a frantic voice, "What time is it?"

The urgency in Neuvillette's tone was palpable, and Y/N glanced at a nearby clock. His eyes widened as he saw the time, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Neuvillette was incredibly late to the meeting, and the implications of his tardiness were not lost on either of them.

Y/N quickly gathered his clothes and helped Neuvillette do the same, their movements hurried and frantic. They exchanged hurried, breathless kisses in between pulling on their clothes, the taste of each other still lingering on their lips.

As Neuvillette finally managed to get dressed, he glanced at Y/N with a mix of regret and longing. "I wish I could stay," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine desire.

Y/N smiled, his fingers tracing Neuvillette's cheek affectionately. "I know," he replied, his own desire evident in his eyes. "But duty calls, and Lady Furina awaits."

Neuvillette nodded, his expression torn between his responsibilities and his longing for Y/N. With a final, lingering kiss, they reluctantly parted ways, knowing that the world outside was waiting for them.

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"Well, well, Neuvillette," Furina purred, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You certainly took your sweet time getting here. Care to explain why you're so fashionably late?"

Neuvillette, still slightly breathless from his passionate encounter with Y/N, struggled to find the right words. He knew that any excuse he offered would likely be met with more of Furina's sharp wit… and probably her wanting to take him to court for being late.

Y/N's earlier teasing echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement despite the situation. It seemed that both his assistant and Lady Furina had a penchant for teasing him mercilessly.

With a composed facade, Neuvillette finally replied, "My apologies, Lady Furina. I was... caught up in a matter of utmost importance."

Furina's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I see. A matter of utmost importance, you say? Well, I do hope it was worth the delay."

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mixes-archive · 1 year

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König NSFW Alphabet 😊

Requested by: my bbgs and a lot of simps. In all my time as an archivist (maybe a few months at best), I haven't seen something requested as much as this.

This is mostly gender neutral and includes stuff for both afab and amab readers

A = Aftercare

(what they’re like after sex)

"Ach du heilige... Schatz, geht's dir eh gut?"¹

Very worried.

No matter if he's been top or bottom, dom or sub, gentle or rough, he'll be so worried he hurt you in any way.

Give you a quick massage and clean you up. Depending on if you're doing anything after, he'll either take a bath with you or just a brief shower.

B = Body part

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

He really likes his arms, mans trained years for his muscles to be as defined as they are and being able to carry you with them just gives him a real boost of confidence.

Is weak to your thighs <3 Could spend hours just laying on or massaging them.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

Yum yum in his tum tum😋🍽️

No matter how he made you cum, mans will absolutely devour that shit, no exceptions.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

AFAB: Would love for you to sit on his face while his mask is on, just imagining feeling you through the fabric and how you soak through it makes him hard

AMAB: sucking you off with the mask on, half the fabric draped over your stomach, hiding his next move and having to look directly into his eyes. He gets weak in the knees at the thought.

E = Experience

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

Man had zero rizz in his childhood, you're his first everything actually. If you don't have any experience either, you're kinda fucked lmao

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

Any with direct eye contact, or you being on top of him.

G = Goofy

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

He's funny, but not intentionally. He's really creative when it comes to swears, so it's easy to make you giggle with them.

H = Hair

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

Bald or something, I don't know how this works with men and I am NOT about to Google it.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

König is dropping all the nicknames he can think off, constantly caressing your face or body. He'll also try to set the mood as best as possible beforehand.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

Does it a lot tbh. He's big big and knows it can affect you for a few days after, so he'll only fuck you if you ask.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

Mask kink, size kink, praise kink goings both ways. What else is there? Oh yeah.

This man definitely has a mommy kink, you cannot convince me otherwise.

L = Location

(favorite places to do the do)

Probably the couch or the bathtub, he isn't into other people potentially seeing you at all.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

You. That's it. You could be wearing a hoodie that should've been washed long ago and he'd go "omg I'd hit"

N = No

(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with degredation. Doesn't like insulting you and likes being insulted even less.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

König would willingly be between your thighs until his lungs give out. He's really big, so this is the best option in his opinion. (also just really into the way you react to him and your taste).

Would only let you suck him off occasionally and after a loooonnggg while of being in a relationship. You'd have to beg him to do it lmao

P = Pace

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

König likes being slow and hitting all the right spots, but he can speed up if you ask politely enough. Much prefers to go slow in a borderline teasing way tbh.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers taking his time, but with how packed your schedules can be, there's not really another option. Sometimes when you're on a long term mission, you get so desperate you have a quickie, but that's the last resort.

R = Risk

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

Yes and no. He'd like to experiment with you a bit, but there are just some things he wouldn't do like public sex, non-con, etc...

S = Stamina

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

König lasts for HOURS. This is a trained military man, his stamina is through the roof and on its way to space. You could be panting, struggling to catch your breath or move, and he'll ask if you want another round.

T = Toys

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

Didn't see the sense in toys before meeting you, but he has a small bullet vibrator for you stashed away somewhere.

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

When he gets the opportunity, he does like to tease a little. Would stop if you ask though.

V = Volume

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

Swears a lot. Like a lot a lot. He's still more vocal than you'd expect otherwise. Lots of grunts and moans between the swears.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

You wore thigh highs once and he can't get enough of them now. He tends to rip them, but is constantly buying new ones to make up for it.

X = X-ray

(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big. Too big, perhaps. Long and girthy. Have fun getting that anywhere in you.

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, is down to clown almost every single day. And with that I mean he just wants to make you scream his name so loud the squad members become concerned he's holding you hostage.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Honesty, he's more awake after than he was before. Makes him feel like he just injected five shots of espresso right into his veins.

¹ "Holy... Treasure, are you okay?"

A/N: Being a lesbian in this economy is hard, but I'll gladly take the L so you can all continue to simp for the only relevant austrian representation in this day and age

#könig x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #könig call of duty

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lizz-crimson · 6 months

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And They Were Roommates (Shinnok's Head x Reader)

Yes, you read that title correctly, bare with me.

Summary: Reader ends up preventing Shinnok's head from entering the Jinsei and convinces Raiden to let them keep him in their apartment. Yeah.

Tags/Extra: Reader is gender neutral (please let me know if you see a mistake anywhere!), goofiness, non-serious, Shinnok can't believe this shit, Netflix?, platonic, for now, does this count as a slow burn?

Words: 2238

Part 2 Part 3

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"Can I keep him?"

Lord Raiden replied to your question with an expression of utter shock.

"...what?"

"WHAT?" The head of Shinnok wriggled in your grasp, and his face was also in shock.

He'd finally gained back a sliver of power—enough to talk and also enough to cast one spell. A simple teleportation spell that would send him, his head rather, directly into Earthrealm's Jinsei Chamber in Raiden's Sky Temple. It was supposed to work. It should have worked. Why didn't it work?

You'd gotten lost in Raiden's temple and were lucky enough to be in the Jinsei Chamber before Shinnok's head could fall in. That's why.

"Can I keep him?" You repeated it a bit slower, clapping mentally in between the words as your hands were occupied holding an ancient evil.

Raiden's jaw hung open slightly, a rare expression for the Thunder God. "[Y/n], I cannot allow you to harbor Shinnok yourself. He is much too dangerous."

"I understand that, Raiden, but you gotta listen to me for a second." You argued gently. "Shinnok can't passively gain power here in Earthrealm like he can in the Neatherealm. He's no threat as he is now, and I already stopped him from getting into the Jinsei, didn't I?" You gave Raiden a brief pause as he thought. "I can handle him, I promise." You gave a confident smile. It was true that without undead servants giving Shinnok souls to feast on and convert into power, he was no threat now. You felt him shaking with rage in your arms.

"I am not your pet, mortal!" Shinnok yelled, slightly hopping in your grasp. "I am Shinnok, ruler of the Neatherrealm! I will not be contained by some lucky Earthrealm weakling!"

After a beat, you again speak to Raiden, ignoring Shinnok.

"Plus, if you keep him locked away up here with you, you'll have to listen to shit like that 24/7." you added to your earlier argument.

"And you would not?" Raiden countered.

"Raiden, I live in New York. I'm the master of ignoring people."

Shinnok watched in horror as Raiden turned his gaze away in thought. He was actually considering your offer.. Seeing this yourself, you push him a bit more.

"C'monnn," you said, leaning forward a bit. "I won't even charge you," you joke. Raiden rolled his eyes, but a faint, lopsided smile appeared. He sighed.

"Alright, [Y/n], I'll allow you to keep Shinnok."

"WHAT!?"

You close the door to your apartment behind you with a sigh of relief. Raiden can't exactly teleport you inconspicuously home when you live in such a crowded area. So he has to drop you off in an alleyway a whole three miles from your apartment complex. It wasn't an ideal situation, but when you had realm-ending threats to deal with, it seemed worthless to complain about them.

Speaking of realm-ending threats...

You carelessly drop the backpack you were wearing on the floor. There's a heavy 'thud' and a muffled groan of displeasure right after.

"Ow!"

"Oop-- sorry!"

Unzipping the backpack, you pull out Shinnok's head and place him gently on your couch. From there, he could pretty much see the majority of your apartment. The kitchen, living room, and door to your bedroom were well within sight.

As much as Shinnok was ready to start spouting curses and threats to your life, he couldn't help but be slightly appalled by your living conditions.

"Welcome to your new prison," you announced to him.

"Are you certain this isn't your own prison?" he replied.

"Hm?" You raised an eyebrow before catching on to his meaning. "Oh, that. Yeah, it's pretty miserable, isn't it?" You sigh and take a seat on the couch yourself. "Welcome to New York. All 19 million residents live just as shitty. Get used to it."

"This is truly your home? This must be some kind of joke," Shinnok spat. You sighed again before replying.

"Yes, this is my home. Were you expecting something grandiose?"

"For an insignificant mortal like you, no." He scoffed, then scanned the apartment again. "But this... I was expecting you to have room to breathe at the least."

"Yeah, I expected that when I first signed the lease too." You leaned back on the couch. God, you missed the countryside. Hell, if you lived there, you and Shinnok would have some damn room. It had crossed your mind to move back, but with everything going on nowadays, moving was the last thing that should be on your mind.

It seemed to re-enter your brain that you had a fallen Elder God in your apartment. An evil one. Sure, he'd been decapitated, but he was there.

"Anyway, per me and Raiden's agreement, I will be keeping you from this moment on. If I suspect you of anything nefarious, I have to contact him, and then he'll be the one you have to answer to. Got that?"

"Yes, I'm aware. Now what are you going to do with me? Lock me in some corner?"

"Don't give me ideas, head," you replied. "If anything, I should put you in a box and leave you in the closet, but I'm too nice for that." You said. "So I'll just leave you here on the couch, and I guess I oughta put on some Netflix to keep you entertained."

"What are Netflix?"

And so Shinnok's new life began. A severed head confined to one side of the couch with Netflix shows he couldn't even scroll through himself. The days were long and boring. Sure, some of the movies and TV shows peeked his interest, and you even made a separate profile for him to keep track of them all, but other than that...

The fallen elder God hardly spoke to you unless you said something first. He felt as if speaking to you too often would somehow damage his brain. In his boredom, however, he did take the risk and started asking (demanding) to know where you were during the days. That opened the doors to new conversation topics. He grew curious and started asking more questions. You answered them. Why not? It wasn't like telling him why you hated your boss and coworkers was going to end the realm as you knew it.

While Shinnok couldn't eat for obvious reasons, he could smell. He found the scent of the various dishes you made to be quite good. He also enjoyed the smell of the fast food you brought home or had a slave deliver to you sometimes. After explaining that the Doordash delivery man wasn't a slave, you turned your attention to your hot wings. You ended up telling him of a time when Raiden accidentally choked on a hot wing. This was rewarded with a boisterous laugh from the head. It turns out even evil gods have senses of humor, and every once in a while you're about to get a laugh out of him.

So yeah, neither of you were as bad to have around as you both assumed. You adapted to his presence, and he to yours.

Throwing the door to your apartment open, you groaned and threw your work bag across the room. It hit a window with a thud, causing a perching pigeon to startle and fly away.

"Oh~," Shinnok jeered," someone's got you riled up, haven't they?" he chuckled.

You let the door close behind you and stomped your way to the kitchen, pointing a finger at the head on your couch. "Don't even get me started."

You grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge, cracked it open, and then proceeded to get started.

"You remember my coworker Cindy?"

"The 'office pick-me,' correct?"

"Yeah!" you confirmed with a snap of your fingers. "Well, today she skipped right up to me all happy 'n shit, right?"

"Right."

"She starts going on and on about how our annual reviews are coming up, and she's all like, 'Oh dear, I hope I get that raise. Oh me, oh my, I hope people in the office have put in a few good words for me!,'" you mocked in an annoying voice. "I'm telling you, Shinnok, it took every ounce of strength I had not to fu--"

Your rant is cut short by the ring of your phone, and you groan again before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Hey [Y/n], it's Cassie." Cassandra Cage greeted on the other side.

"Oh, hey, commander. What's up?"

"A lot, actually," she replied with an exasperated tone. "We need to talk to Shinnok. Are you home?"

Oh no..

"I am. Is everything alright?"

"Most likely not. We'll be there in thirty. Prepare the head."

Once Cassie hung up, you sighed, knowing this particular conversation wasn't going to be civil.

"Bad news, Shinnok."

"What is it?"

"Remember Cassandra Cage? The one who beat you the second time around?"

Shinnok snarled. "Yes, I remember. Why?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"She's coming to talk to you."

"WHY?"

"She said something's wrong," you replied. You contemplated for a moment. Could Shinnok have been up to something while you were at work all these days? He hasn't moved from his spot on the couch since you brought him here, but he was a sorcerer, so...

"You cannot possibly think I have anything to do with this, do you?" Shinnok asked, voice raised.

"No, no, I just..." you trail off and huff. "I don't know! You're the deity in this situation!"

"Yes, I am a deity. A deity who's been confined to a couch watching Netflix for a month now!"

"Y'know, most people would love to be you right now! You don't know how privileged you are!"

"Privileged?" Shinnok was utterly appalled.

A hard round of knocking startled the both of you out of your argument.

"Shut the fuck up!" your neighbor yelled.

"Sorry, Charles!" you quickly apologized. When the footsteps of your neighbor faded, you took a breath. "Listen, Cassie is going to be by in a few minutes. Please just answer honestly when she asks you anything."

Shinnok grumbled," Fine. Whatever."

"Good. Now let's watch the season finale of My Happy Marriage before she gets here."

"An agreeable exploit."

After a while, and after discussing the possibilities for the second season of your show, another round of knocking made Shinnok's expression fall.

"Coming!" you said. You then rose from the couch and peeked through the peephole on your door, seeing Cassie on the other side. "Friend or foe?"

"Friends. Raiden is here too," she replied. Looking over a bit, you could indeed see Raiden standing beside her. Shinnok groaned on the couch. You gave him a look before letting in Cassie and Raiden. Raiden, as always, had to duck under your door.

"Alright, now what's the problem supposed to be?" You asked, wanting to get straight to the point and not waste time if the world was in danger again.

Raiden held out his hand to calm you. "Firstly, where is Shinnok?"

You gestured to your couch and watched as Cassie and Raiden's eyes locked with Shinnok's. The fallen Elder God was already glaring daggers at the both of them. Cassie was stifling laughter while Raiden approached him.

"Demons from the Neatherrealm have been getting into Earthrealm, Shinnok. Whatever it is you're planning, we'll--"

"Wait, wait, wait," you stopped Raiden, surprising him, Cassie, and Shinnok himself. "Hold on, Shinnok has been here, unmoving, for a whole month. How do we know this is his doing?" you asked.

"There can be no other explanation, [Y/n]."

"Then maybe Shinnok could provide us with one?" You replied and looked towards Shinnok, gesturing for him to speak for himself.

For a few moments, Shinnok said nothing, but then, after a grunt, he replied," It is possible that without my power to stabilize the Neatherrealm's energy, demons may simply be transported here without precise reason."

"So, how do we stop it then?" Cassie stepped up. Shinnok smirked.

"You cannot. Not without sending me back to my rightful place in the Neatherrealm."

"Yeah, not happening, asshole." Cassie said.

"Hmm, there may be a way," Raiden hummed. "By learning the magic Shinnok uses to power the Neatherrealm, we could stop the demons ourselves."

"I'd rather choke than teach you the dark arts, Raiden," Shinnok jeered.

There was a pause. Everyone in the room seemed to just be thinking of a way to solve this problem. All except for Shinnok. The only thing he was thinking about was how funny it would be to see Raiden choke himself on a hot wing.

"Then would you be willing to teach me?" you asked him.

"...Pardon?"

You kneeled down on the floor to be face-to-face with Shinnok. "Teach me how to stabilize the Neatherrealm. Out of all the Earthrealmers you can choose from, it would be best to teach me, right? You know me after all," you said.

"That.. is true," Shinnok said, looking to the side and thinking a bit about the subject.

"You do realize that learning dark magic will be more difficult than anything you've ever attempted before?" Raiden said.

"Yeah [Y/n], are you sure you want to control the undead and shit like that?" Cassie asked.

"It's best for the realms, isn't it?" you replied. "So Shinnok, what do you say?"

Shinnok remained quiet for a bit longer, grinding his teeth in deep thought. Eventually, he sighed.

"Fine then. I hope you're ready for hell, [Y/n], because I am a very stern teacher."

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Lol, I wrote something. I have more little things in the works as well!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #shinnok #raiden #mk fanfic #mortal kombat x reader

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fuck-customers · 2 months

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I started making tiktoks in January as a way to boost my self-confidence (it’s working, which is nice). The other day while hanging around with my girlfriend I noticed that one of my bosses had viewed my profile. It’s not unusual for people I work with to look at my page, since I’m friends with and/or follow most of the ones that do, and they’re being supportive. But it is weird to see my boss there, as it’s the first time they’ve ever looked at my page. I mentioned to gf, and later to my bestie, that it seemed fishy that my boss was on my page.

Later today when I got in to work, I was checking my emails and saw a recent one from my supervisor (they’re just under the boss who was looking at my page, kind of like an AM). They said that they were informed that I’d been making videos, and that I’d been filming while at work. I wasn’t told it wasn’t allowed or that I’ve really done anything wrong, but they said they “do not feel comfortable” with an employee recording on work property during shift hours, and that because we live in a small town we want our community members to feel safe coming to the hospital, and that as an employee I’m a representative of the hospital so I need to be cautious in what I post.

There’s no policy about recording videos or anything else while at work/on property. I haven’t broken any rules. I never mention any personal information about patients or their visitors, or anything that could even identify a patient (if I’m telling a story from the ER I always use gender neutral pronouns, don’t necessarily say what the patient was dealing with, but rather talk about something funny/interesting they said or did while at the hospital). I get maybe 300 views on my videos, on average, and don’t have some insane amount of followers. Most of my videos are my complaining about something or another that has nothing to do with work or the ER, and it’s just personal nonsense. I also make sure to never show any material from the hospital, like logos, and I’ve never mentioned where I work or live, so I can’t really be pinpointed down.

I can understand why they wouldn’t want me filming during shift. I’m paid to work, not make videos. Even though I’ve only ever done it during downtime when we haven’t had a patient in for hours. But I get it. And lately I feel more comfortable recording in my car anyway, so I can change that without a fuss. And maybe I could understand the argument about wanting our community to feel safe coming to the hospital, except it’s not like I’m belittling anyone or making fun of them for having come in to the ER.

But what gets me is that I shouldn’t have to be worried about what I do in my personal life when I never signed up to be an ambassador of the hospital. I’m paid to check people in and handle paperwork, not be some kind of shining representative to make them look good. As long as I’m not saying horrible shit about my job, or badmouthing people I work with by name, or breaking the law by revealing patient information, I shouldn’t have to be bothered with making sure I’m performing for my company every minute of the day.

Employees should not be persecuted for what they do outside of work, so long as it’s not harmful to anyone. We shouldn’t have to be concerned that a potential, or current, employer might see a video we make and then try to discuss it with us later on. We shouldn’t have to police everything we do and say in fear of our companies retaliating against us.

I like my bosses in general. They’re usually pretty cool about things like this. But this just rubbed me the wrong way. If it’s not important enough to have an actual policy about, then it’s not important enough to talk to me about. If you don’t like what I’m saying just get off my page.

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lemmilemura · 1 year

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Dating Simon headcanons

If you know me, you know I literally made this account because Tumblr was the only soure of Simon screencaps etc I had. And, since I am writing what I believe to be the first ever Simon x reader fic on the entire internet over on AO3, I thought I’d feed you all some more. So, here’s some headcanons of what I think it’d be like to date Simon. Might also include NSFW if I feel like it/if anything comes to mind, but it will be marked with 🍋(real original, I know) so you can skip it if you want to. It is also currently 2 hours past when I’m supposed to go to bed and I haven’t gotten proper, 8 hours of sleep in like a month so yeah, apologies if there’s any grammar mistakes or anything similar.

They’re all kept gender neutral, and reader is referred to as ’you’.

Specifically book Simon, since book and show are pretty different I now realize

Emjoy.

TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM AND HE WILL MELT

Ok, sorry, I’ll calm down

But seriously, we know this kid hasn’t really gotten that much love or compassion from others, and probably was never even in a real relationship before you, so whenever you express that you genuinely like him and want to be with him, he kind of schort-circuits

He’s also kind of worried you’re only with him to get info on others, and once you’ve got enough you’ll leave him, and that it’s all a cruel joke

But, again, if you reassure him that no, you’re not just here for info and you do infact love him, he’ll slowly learn to not listen to the voice in his head, it will take a while tho, so get ready

Of course, since it’s Simon, if anyone ever messes with you, in any way shape or form, be that at school, online, strangers in public, whatever, he will have them on display on AboutThat the next morning, or even within a couple of hours, front and center. He doesn’t really care who it is, but if they mess with you, they mess with him too

🍋 Now we all know Simon likes to feel all high and mighty, untouchable, right? So, might I suggest, that Simon would probably enjoy power play? Of course he’s always the one with power, and I feel he’d get a reeeeeeal kick out of getting to use you however we wants (with your consent of course, he might be an ass who kinda ruins peoples lives but he’s not a monster). If you’re into it too then even better! Though he’d never push you too far, he doesn’t want to hurt and maybe even lose you! Call him something like Sir, Mister, Master or anything of the like and wheeeeeew you’ll be in for a ride. Most of the time literally xD

Simon is definitely terrified of losing you, I mean you’re one of, if not the, first people to really care for him. He’s always worried that he’ll say or do something wrong and that you’ll leave him. :( please do reassure him you won’t leave, it will probably end up with him crying, though.

At school, of course, he’s all cocky and confident, but I feel with you, in private, be that at yours or his place, he’d stop being so braggy, and actually be quite touchy and affectionate and quiet. I can imagine you two just sitting on whoever’s house you’re currently in’s bed, both sort of doing your own thing, but still leaning on another, maybe occasionally saying a few words, but mostly keeping quiet. Sometimes the Tv will be on in the background, playing whatever channel was last on, sometimes it’ll just be music, or maybe even nothing, only the sounds of both of you clicking away at laptops, phones, the sound of pages in a book turning, whatever.

I think we can all agree that Simon is probably pretty touch-starved, I mean lookatem! At school he’d probably not be that touchy, maybe just holding your hand or his arm around your waist, just small things people easily miss. He’d probably not be the biggest fan of PDA, but also probably would’t hate it. Sure he’s give you a quick kiss or two, but you wouldn’t get into full on makeout sessions in the middle of school. He hates when others do it, so he also won’t.

In private, however, it’s as if he’s superglued to you, always touching you in some way. Leaning on you when you’re both working, holding you when you watch Tv together, you sitting on his lap when he’s at his desk, whatever. He’s always hesitant to let go because his brain tells him that if he lets go, he’ll never get to hold you again, that you’ll disappear.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d even be enough for him to scrap his plan, to not actually kill himself. I doubt he just one random day decided to do it, he must have started planning ahead years before. And it will take a while for him to decide that no, he doesn’t want to do it anymore, because he has you. I feel the day it’s all officially cancelled, he’d probably sit down on his bed or desk and just, take it all in for a bit. Never had he felt this safe and happy with someone before, so much so that he doesn’t want to kill himself anymore. He definitely cries.

I feel you’d eventually find out. Maybe you do by accident, maybe he tells you, doesn’t really matter. Either way, a lot of crying happens. You crying because he wanted to kill himself, then because you are the reason he didn’t and then him crying because of all the emotions and how new this all is for him.

NEW

So we all probably know the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' right? Well, I just heard it on tiktok, the end part where she also sings to be precise, and I dunno why but I just thought of Simon and his S/O. Like he never thought they'd ever even acknowledge him, and when they do he's just like "Wot". I dunno, my brain just does stuff sometimes.

In conclusion: I fucking love Simon, I want him to be happy, healthy and loved and I will gladly give him that love. <33

If anything else pops into mind, I will add it, I’ll mark it too so you’ll see what’s new!

#simon kelleher #one of us is lying #oouil tv show #oouil #headcanon #x reader

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writer-darling · 1 year

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For All the Sad Mad Poets

Rating: T - TEENS (13+)

Pairing: Marcus Pike (The Mentalist, 2008) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Gender neutral reader. Pre-established relationship. Post-breakup. Whole lotta angst. Cursing. Mentions of being drunk. Love confessions. Crying. If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :)

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary!: Inspired by Pedro’s “For All the Lovesick Mad Sad Geniuses” monologue for The 24 Hours Plays channel on Youtube

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There’s a single-note ding and your phone lights up your nightstand in the black of your bedroom. Your eyes squint to fight the intense brightness before they adjust as you grab your device as you turn over in bed. What time is it? The corner of your phone screen reads 12:34 a.m. The banner notification of the new message on your screen has no contact name, just the usual 10-digits number combo, but you recognize it immediately. Without a second thought, you open it up and see that the message has no text, just a video. Now you hesitate, but you still press play after a microsecond’s deliberation.

He’s drunk. You can tell that almost immediately. The too-red of his face, the glazed haziness of his deep brown eyes. His lopsided, closed-lip smile that accentuates his dimple. All classic symptoms of a very inebriated Marcus Pike. Which makes perfect sense. There’s no way he would’ve recorded this video sober. Even less of a chance that he would have sent this to you. Especially not looking like this. The Marcus you knew always maintained a cleanshaven, neat appearance. But his hair is longer, a slight wave to the fringe that frames the right side of his face. He’s also let his facial hair grow out in a moustache and patchy beard. It’s very unlike him but he looks incredibly handsome.

And you? Well, you’re not doing so hot either. The tears that lulled you to sleep last night have long-since dried off, leaving itchy streaks down your face. The shirt - one of his old T-shirts you’d kept - you’re wearing and shorts that you haven’t even bothered to change out of all weekend. You’re also too damn curious or maybe just too damn stupid enough to open up the attachment. Even after ten months, your heart skips a beat. Even after ten months, you’re still crying and caring about him. You hear a soft exhale and your eyes are drawn to him again, your heart warming at the familiar sight of him and the dimple on his right cheek. He glances down for a second, before looking up once more as he lets out a throaty chuckle.

“Hi,” His voice is steady, confident, but then he drops the smile as if already regretting this. “I was thinking about you. I always do, around this time - every time of the day, actually.” The admission is slightly rushed as he averts his gaze again. “Anyway, uh probably not even thinking about me. Do you ever think about me? A little?” There it is, the famous puppy dog doeness of his brown eyes that gives him an instantly boyish demeanor and made you fall head-over-heels for him what seems like forever ago. He gives a slight shake of his head, even as you’re nodding along to the question. Not that he can see you of course. But of course you think about him. It’s impossible for you not to think about him. Even now.

He glances off as a look of confusion crosses his features, a sigh escaping him. “What was I saying? What am I-?” He cuts off, sighing again, “What am I saying?? Don’t lose track, fuck.” He mutters to himself. He steps back, before dropping down close to the camera again, another drunken smile appearing for a moment, self-amused for losing his train of thought. Or maybe the courage the alcohol gave him, you’re not sure. He suddenly slaps both of his palms over his face and drags them down his face, contorting his features in the process and making a soft laugh involuntarily escape you as he whimpers once quietly. A loud clap from him makes you jump and then he points at you, making you resomber.

“Do you remember… Do you remember,” He snaps before continuing, “when we saw that uh, what was it, uh?” Two snaps this time, with both hands. “You remember?” He gives up and backtracks, “They used to be in these big ass expensive fuckin’ buildings, you remember? What were they called, um?” His desperation is palpable, even through the screen as he turns to walk directly away from the camera before crossing diagonally to your right. There’s a commotion of sound, as if he’s tossing everything around in search of something specific. As it grows louder for a moment, you almost grow worried but then he’s filling your view again with a familiar playbill next to him and a wide grin on his face. “Plays!” He exclaims, proudly. The site of the cover of the playbill with its tattered edges and faded coloring tugs at your heartstrings. He’d kept it all this time? “This??” He accentuates the question by tapping the title on the cover. You’re reading it aloud along with him, though you know the name of it from memory. “The Last of the Sad, Mad Genuises.”

“Remember plays?” He asks, and his tone is soft in its innocence. “Songs? Poetry?” A brief hopeful smile flits across his features but it's gone in an instant. “Yeah, me neither.” His tone drops instantly from playful to somber and he averts his eyes, ruefully. He talks about these things as if they no longer exist, as if they were from a past life. But you know instantly what he means. Since him, since Marcus, there’s stuff you can’t enjoy anymore. You can’t watch any black and white movie because it’ll just remind you of the countless Cinema Nights you two spent on his couch, cuddled up close as he whispered movie trivia to you ad nauseum. Oogum Boogum by Brenton Wood still makes you cry because all you can picture is when Marcus sang it terribly offkey to you on your third date at a Karaoke bar.

“Remember we saw this play? And you laughed so hard you peed a little?” You should have been embarrassed, mortifyingly so, but you just couldn’t be. You were so comfortable with him, and he never made fun of you for it. “And, what was that fucking line in the play?? How the fuck did it go??? If,” He closes his eyes, his dark brows furrowing in concentration, “If, If, If-?” He opens his eyes and points again, “If you’ve got one friend when you die, you got something most people never have.” You nod again, impressed he was able to recall it.

“And I tried to quote that shit back at you, and you laughed at me cuz I fucked it up.” He lets out a reluctant chuckle. “And I kissed you,” He pauses and looks up at you again. Your heart squeezes in response to the look in his eyes, even when he tears his gaze away again. He shudders. “And you let me?” He whimpers again and you release a shuddering sigh in response. “And it-” He swallows, his voice thick as his eyes have a faraway look in them as he looks at anything but the camera.

“It rained like we were in a fucking movie, and life was never better than that.” You hate to admit it, but you feel the same way too. That moment had been torn right out of the pages of your romance novel and you thanked Cupid himself for allowing you to experience it. Especially with Marcus. “Shit, shit!” As he begins to break down, releasing these gasping, shuddering breaths that move his shoulders, your heart lodges itself in your throat as tears brim your own eyes, even as you recall such a sweet memory.

The way he had held you close against the sudden chill of the rain, his body warm and sweet and safe. The loud pattering of the raindrops as they hit your bodies and the pavement underneath your feet. The softness of his lips on yours, and the same doeness of his eyes. It had been nothing short of magical. “Why did you have to love me like that?” He asks softly. Your hand instinctively touches your phone screen as if it’s his face, caressing the edge of the device gently. He seemingly regains his composure, but then he covers his mouth and releases another gasp,

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME BACK?!” The eruption from him makes you jump so much you almost drop your phone, not realizing you had leaned in so much the further you watched the video. You sit up straight and readjust, “Y’know? Why’d you do that? You… You had to have known that-that it, you’d send me into a kind of madness. Y’know? So-Sometimes, sometimes I think maybe-” He cuts off before trying again. “Sometimes maybe uh, I made you up… uh… sometimes.” Your heart breaks all over again at his confession and this time a couple of tears fall as you continue to watch, too enraptured by his madness to look away.

“So, I go,” his gaze travels off to glance around the room he’s in for a moment. “into the quietest parts of this house and..,” He looks directly at you again. “I whisper your name.” A shiver runs down your spine at that. “I wish I could scream it.” Your body feels hot all over even as more tears begin to fall at that. “I should,” he continues. “Should I scream it?” You’re nodding again and so is he, a sudden determination in his voice. “I will, I should!”

He draws in a deep gasp. You can see that he’s about to do it, ramping himself up. Your own body tenses in anticipation, the hand holding your phone tightening its grip while the other tightens up into a fist as it rests against your thigh. You swear you can practically see his lips begin to form the letters of your name. But then he releases the energy in a slight hiss from between his teeth, followed by a defeated sigh and a slump of his shoulders.

“Yeah I… I can’t send this.” He mumbles. He lets out a humorless laugh. He grabs the playbill again and straightens up and away from the camera finally releasing you from his stare. He places the bill with both palms against his chest, his heart, clutching it tenderly before running a hand through his hair. He moves close again, dropping his hands and the bill. “You’re just making a damn fool of yourself, Pike. Fuck it.” The black screen greets you next and you’re up and out of bed in the next moment. Without a second thought, you’ve put on your shoes, grabbed your keys, and headed out. He’s awake, you think. He’ll open the door. You’re sure of it.

*******

So this was fun. My first time writing for Marcus Pike and I was too tempted to do this angsty piece. I rewatch this monologue a lot but to actually study and pause it continuously to try and find the best way to describe Pedro’s incredible emotional performance in this was so challenging, but I adored every second of it. I’m tempted to write a part 2 to bring some closure to the story but I also do like it as a standalone. Idk, I guess you all will tell me what you think. Either way, thanks a million for reading, hope you enjoyed, and see you in the next one!

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Hi! I saw your recent post about requesting for Jean since his birthday's coming up. 💖

One of the main traits of Jean is his self-doubt: always feeling like he's not good enough for something/someone; always feeling like a second choice. Could you possibly do a hurt-comfort one where Jean avoids the reader after hearing a comment from someone (either in a joking or serious manner) that the reader's too good for him/reader doesn't deserve him/anything really that makes him kind of doubt whether he is actually good enough for the reader? Then reader is puzzled about why he's been avoiding them, and when Jean opens up why, reader comforts and reassures him that he would always be more than enough for them.

I just want to hug and love this man sm 💖

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jean Kirstein x gender neutral!reader (modern au)

warnings : talks about not being enough

a/n : hi!!!! i am so so so sorry this took so long to write :') i was going to finish this a while ago, but writer's block hit me like a truck and i didn't wanna put out something i wasn't proud of/wrote just to get it out. that being said, i hope this is what you wanted! thank you for requesting and again I'm so sorry it took so long :')

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"they could do so much better, like, what do they even see in him?"

"i know right, they're so out of jean's league."

the library wasn't much of a place to talk, but some people went there to do so anyway, instead of using it for it's intended purpose. jean, like most people, liked to study in the library. the afternoons could get too hot to study in the common outdoor area with benches and lush green grass during the summers, and the library was a nice place with more than enough sunlight, while also being air conditioned.

jean was currently waiting for you to arrive in the library as well, to study for your upcoming midterms together, when he overheard the conversation happening a couple desks over. his day was already going bad, but now it had gotten much, much worse.

he usually wouldn't allow strangers' opinions get to him at all. jean was confident, overly so, but not when someone was pointing out loud how he had always felt. jean knew he had a track record of being...not the best person. he had been trying to tone it down, be kinder to strangers instead of soaking in his own rash decisions and impulsive thoughts. sure, he wasn't the best person ever like you, but he would agree he wasn't the worst, either. he thought he was just being honest, brutally so, not sparing people's feelings when he spoke to them about nothing but the truth, even if they were strangers. he took the harsh role of a leader in group projects, shooting people's ideas down without remorse.

he would admit he changed a bit when he met you and marco.

marco entered his life gently, sitting next to him and starting up conversations, easing into a close friendship with jean, along with you. but unlike marco, you told him where and when he was in the wrong, made him realise that there would be nothing wrong in being nicer to people, rather than scoffing at them.

he didn't even realise when your company started affected him so much. your actions, the ones he adored so much, started to shape him, too. you told him, in your own frustrations, that his real self, the self he usually kept hidden from people, was beautiful. and he started to believe it.

but it felt like a crushing weight as he realised all his growth, all the things he had been doing, were going unnoticed. he was still seen as the over-confident asshole that told people off for bothering him and grunting instead of thanking people.

jean sighed deeply, the weight on his shoulder that had finally been pushed off because of you reappearing in an instant, slumping on his shoulders.

were they true? did he really not deserve you? it sure felt like he didn't. you were brilliant, your love was more beautiful than any song or poem or piece of literature, far deeper than any depth his eyes could ever consider. you were ever-present, like the promise and comfort of the presence of the pole star that would adorn the sky every night despite the lack of a sun.

jean was everything but.

if you were the pole star, then he was only the lost wanderer hoping to find a home in your light. if you were the calm cooling wind on a summer day, then jean would be the hot and humid weather that appeared before a harsh rainfall, lacking any sunlight that you so softly carried in nothing but the palm of your hand.

despite everything, you were good, if not close to it, and jean was everything but.

you deserved better. you deserved someone who would hold your hand without acting like they didn't want to. you deserved someone who bought a much larger bouquet of flowers than jean could get. you deserved someone who was anyone but jean.

a tap on his shoulder, one he had acquainted himself to and come to adore, made him shake off his thoughts the best he could.

you sat next to him, handing him a can of the energy drink he'd asked for, flashing him a smile along with a kiss on the cheek before sitting next to him. he observed your movements, how each one was something you had always done, but each one was something he looked forward to. he looked forward to see you, be in your presence even if you were doing the simple task of picking up your pen to start your assignments.

how could you sit there, doing mundane tasks so beautifully? how were so human, with the creases near your eyes and your lips and the curves and plains of your body, yet being so holy? how was your flesh soft and warm beneath Jean's fingers, his shoulder now brushing yours as you wrote, yet you looked like those meticulously and perfectly carved sculptures that people would travel half the world to see?

and how was it that you chose jean, specifically, to sit beside you? out of all the exceptional and remarkable and special people you had met - jean had met them too - it was jean you decided to spend your time with? he felt unworthy of it. of your attention and time, the one you gave him undividedly and without hesitation.

god, this was pathetic. why was he listening to strangers' words, and more importantly, why was this affecting him so much? you were next to him, not going anywhere.

yet.

what would happen when you'd open your eyes and see that jean wasn't all that, that jean wasn't what you'd wanted? you'd leave jean in the dust like all his other lovers and past crushes did, looking back maybe once or twice before placing your own path without him. and he'd be left alone, again, to figure out what to do.

but you were different, right? unlike jean's other exes - not that there was anything wrong with it - you had been his friend, been close to him before you even started dating. you had seen his ups and downs and you were still sticking by him. that had to count for something, right?

jean sighed, something that didn't go unnoticed by you. you had noticed his strange behaviour as soon as you had walked in, the soft furrow between his brows, the fiddling of his pen between his fingers - he was thinking too hard. about what, you didn't know. you'd just be patient until he told you like he always did. he had a pattern, one that you'd become familiar with. he'd get lost in his thoughts, try to rationalize them, and ask for your help. whether it was about something small like deciding which shoes to wear, or it was your advice on something big like an interview for an internship. he respected your opinion, and your words somehow always made him feel at ease. you didn't know how you did it, you only knew that it worked. he always told you what was wrong, you'd sprinkle in a few jokes to lighten his mood and give him some advice or a shoulder and he'd be strong and face his problems with determination, something you loved about him.

you tilted your head, looking at him with your face resting on your fist. "what's wrong?" you asked, hoping to kickstart a rant.

jean looked at you for a minute, blinking, as if he was contemplating wether he should tell you something or not. finally, he shook his head, murmuring "nothing," before facing back to his book.

your brows furrowed. "you sure? I'm here for you, y'know. if anything's wrong then...you can always tell me." you say.

he glances at you only for a moment, and you can tell that he's made up his mind about something in his head already. he nods once, saying, "i know." while still looking at his book.

you figured you should've given him some time. maybe then he'd tell you if something was wrong. something was wrong, and you knew it. it had been a week and a half since that day and the texts you sent him were all one-sided. something was wrong and he was leaving you in the dark about it instead of telling you - something he had never done before. if you did something wrong he'd tell you, that's just who jean was. he's honest and surprisingly was good at communication, ready to gently correct you on your mistakes or praise you for your achievements, so it couldn't have been something you did, right?

if it wasn't for his dry texts worrying you, then it was definitely his behaviour towards you. he'd always have a sparkle in his eye when he met you, locking gazes from across the campus, he'd stand up straighter, smile softly and wave at you before walking towards you with the same smile refusing to slip away from his face. hell, he'd even stop whatever conversation he was having with someone, excusing himself from their talk and instead opt to greet you with a kiss on your forehead, something he'd done even before you had started dating. jean wasn't a physically affectionate person towards his friends, per say, but he'd always walk beside you, either with his hand lacing through yours or with your shoulders bumping, welcoming your comforting warmth.

but he didn't do any of those these past weeks. you'd see him everyday, waving to him excitedly with a smile, but he'd just glance at you and look away almost guiltily. his hands weren't encasing yours, and he kept his shoulders tightly to his body instead. you were confused, and frankly, hurt by this. who wouldn't be? and as humans do, you tried to find the answers to this, to his flipped behaviour. you asked marco, his closest friend, but he shrugged and told you that hed noticed a change in jeans behaviour too, but didn't question him yet. you tried to figure out what went wrong - if you had done something, if you had said something that pissed him off. maybe he was just too hesitant to tell you if you made a mistake this time for some reason, maybe you talked his ear off too much, maybe he was getting a little tired of you.

you told all of this to your friend, who in turn shook you by the shoulders and said that it was futile to try and blame yourself. maybe it wasn't you at all, maybe jean was going through something.

"maybe you should just....ask him. i know you're terrified of confrontation, but it's important." Noor said, taking a sip of the cold coffee the two of you were sharing, untying her hair from the bun she had kept it in. it curled at the ends slightly as she shook it out.

you sighed deeply, resting your head on your palm, looking out of the window of the campus cafe. "yeah. but it's just.... what if i did do something wrong? did i screw up that badly that he won't even hold a conversation with me?"

there was a beat of silence before she answered. "that's sounds like a him problem." she said. you opened your mouth to retaliate, but she cut you off before you could. "what I mean is, if it is your fault, and he's not telling you what you did wrong, then he should tell you instead of being a dick about it." she said, rolling her eyes at the end like it was the obvious answer, which you supposed it was.

you hummed. you'd have to confront jean tonight about this, it seemed. you were honestly getting sick of his forceful distance, and as much as you were hurt about it, you also missed your best friend. you'd ask him if there was something you did, or if he was going through something. if it was the latter you'd be there for him like you always had been. maybe he just needed a little more reassurance.

"anyway, i saw this new music video-" Noor started, whipping out her phone with a giddy smile.

you smiled in anticipation. the conversation with jean and the dread that came with it would have to gladly wait, as you leaned forward to watch the video at a low volume, letting Noor explain each detail of the video.

you had texted jean to meet you at your place after you came back home from meeting Noor, secretly hoping the text would go ignored. it sucked feeling like this, like you were suddenly less important to the one person you thought kept you in high regards as you did him.

you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself. you had received a text from jean about five minutes ago, a quick "I'm omw" text to your previous one. he had the keys to your apartment, the one you shared with sasha and Mikasa. fortunately, both of them were out, Mikasa staying over at eren and armin's to finish up a group project, and sasha staying over at niccolo's for the first time as a movie date, one that she had frantically put on a comfy but cute outfit for.

there was a knock on your door, startling you. getting up, you stretched, walking towards the door and looked through the peep hole - the one decorated poorly by sasha with cheap acrylic paints with a bunch of sunflowers because you had off handedly mentioned that you liked flowers. she told you she wanted to make you feel more welcomed as a new roomate, and you remembered hugging her tight after that, Mikasa joining in the embrace.

you saw jean on the other side, his leg tapping the floor what seemed to be impatiently, but in reality he was nervous. the way you phrased the text, "love can you come over? i need to talk to you." was very out of character. you'd usually text him in all caps, letting your enthusiasm shine through, maybe even some emojis with symbols, but not this time. atleast you had called him 'love', so you couldn't be that mad at him, right? he knew you had picked up on his weird behaviour over the days, he saw your shoulders deflating from the corner of his eyes when you saw he didn't wave back, didn't start up conversation, didn't ask you to have dinner with him. he felt terrible for it. he wanted to scoop you into his arms and kiss your face all over but he was so, so scared of losing you because be was too clingy, too much. or maybe even too little. jean would thank the stars if he actually knew what was wrong with him and why on earth he was doing what he was doing. would he even accept the answer without it crushing him completely?

or maybe he should thank the stars, because he knew what was happening and he just didn't want to accept it. he was reverting right back to his old ways, the ways he had so gladly left behind when you stepped into his life.

and he absolutely despised it. he hated the patterns that he had seen in himself return with a full force, and now he was sure he was going to lose you to this spiralling descent into Jean's personal form of hell.

you opened the door with a small smile that eased his nerves only a bit. "hi," you greeted him, and he instantly felt even worse. your voice held the usual softness it did whenever you talked to him. the softness jean knew he didn't deserve.

he nodded in greeting, muttering a small "hey," while you pulled the door open wider to let him enter.

you turned, telling him to 'make himself comfortable' and busied yourself by fidgeting with your shirt. jean knew you had something on your mind, something specifically about him.

he reached out to grasp your fiddling hands gently. you looked up to his eyes and let out a tired sigh, giving in to what jean assumed was a relentless chain of thoughts in your head.

"so... I've noticed that you've gotten a bit distant lately." you said. there was no accusation in your voice, a mere soft observation.

"and i just want to know what happened. i mean, i thought you'd tell me, eventually, y'know. but i think I've gone far enough for me to know 'cause.... it kinda hurts," you say, pausing. then, "and I'd really appreciate it if you told me what's wrong. either with you or with me or with us, i just want to know. i can....we can fix it, y'know? i know it. i love you, and i need you to know I'm here for you no matter what. i promise." you complete, looking into his eyes.

jean blinks. whatever he was expecting, it was definitely not.....reassurance, out of all things. he'd take your anger, he'd take your silent treatment, your cold shoulder, anything but you telling him that you'd still be there.

"huh?" he says, and it's definitely not the response you were looking for, so jean clears his throat and opts for stammering his next sentence out. "i... i mean... what? you think... do you seriously think you were the one that did something wrong?" he says, running a hand through his hair in either nervousness or disbelief or maybe both.

"then what is it?" you ask, desperate for answers now, leaning towards him as the cushions shifted under your weight.

jean sighed. his half-assed resolve - if he could even call it that - was crumbling, and you were look at him like you wouldn't take no for an answer, and Jean knew all too well how stubborn you could be.

he decided not to look at your face for now, to save himself from completely falling apart. he was scared, once again, that if he saw your face he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hating himself for loving you so much.

staring at the grey of his pants, he started.

"i overheard these two people talking about us. talking about how you deserve better, and i know you'll say something about that, but... i don't know, i felt like....like they were right, somehow. that they said what I was always scared of admitting to myself, that you deserved better than whatever or whoever i am and can ever be." he says, muttering your name in a quiet voice. he turns towards you now, and he hopes you don't see how much he regrets this, himself.

but you do. you always do.

your hands clasp his sweaty ones, and even if his hands were practically soaked in his own sweat, your warmth was welcomed.

you don't say anything yet, and jean is glad for that. he continues.

"I'm not perfect, I'm not really anything special, either. it's not that....that I dont trust you or your judgement about loving me, but I'm so, so scared that one day you'll see what I really have to offer and know that that's not enough. I'm scared....I'm scared I'll lose you. that I'll lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. i distanced myself because i was scared you'll come too close and see me for who I really am."

he stops when your hand decides to cup his cheek. his eyes can't bear to look at yours, and he can feel you thinking. his hand escapes your other one from his lap and holds the one on his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so so-"

"stop. don't apologize for how you feel," you say, and your thumb makes small circles on his cheek. you're sure he's trying not to cry, with how much he's avoiding your gaze and swallowing and how much his lashes are fluttering.

"jean," you say, softly, "look at me, love. please."

when he finally does, they're filled with tears as you suspected. your heart chips away a bit, but you don't let that stop you from speaking firmly.

"stop talking about what you deserve or what I do. who gets to decide that, anyway? who gets to decide what we really deserve? i didn't fall in love with you because i expected something in return, that i expected you to give me all of you." you pause, thinking over your words before saying them.

"i know you think you're not good enough. but i also know you're as good as you can be, that you're trying. i might not have known about all the versions of you, but i know you right now. i know that you're passionate and ambitious and honest. i know you that you claim you don't like to bake but when you do, it always turns out amazing. i know that you like to crack your knuckles before drawing something. i know that you like to study for the hardest chapters first so thst you can do the easy ones later. i know that you always carry something for stray cats and dogs to eat if you find one. i know that when you're angry you try to rationalize and see things from another perspective. i know that after you have too much caffeine you start bouncing a little on your heels. all of these things, all of you, are more than i could ever ask for. i wasnt even looking for a better version of you. i was looking for just you, and i have you. I'll have you in any form you give me." you say, exhaling at the end.

you're looking at jean, only to find him looking at you like you have all the answers of the world in your eyes, like you could solve all the mysteries and conspiracy theories that people usually lost their minds over in just a few seconds.

he blinked, "damn." was all he said.

if jean was honest with himself, he wasn't listening to you the first few sentences, which, yes, sounded selfish, but in his defense he was trying not to break down infront of you. not because of his pride or his ego, no, but because he was scared that you'd turn the other way.

admittedly, that was another stupid thought that would've tumbled into a spiraling mess before he tuned back into what you were saying, before he heard you saying all the things you knew about him, listing them off like they actually meant something to you. like they meant more than enough for you to remember and love about him. his breath caught in his throat before your little rant ended, and the singular word was all he could say, all he could muster up.

how could he even think to reply coherently after you just said that so seemingly easily?

and then he saw you laugh at his lack of a response, and surprisingly, he found himself smiling too. or maybe it wasn't that surprising because it was you and because he knew you, and somehow that also meant knowing himself.

"sorry, just-" you say, wiping the corner of your eyes. it shouldn't have been this funny, not as much that warranted a laugh like this, but you couldn't help it. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at that answer-"

"yeah, alright, pack it up with the excuses, love." jean said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a smile.

your laughter subsided soon enough, but the both of your smiles remained the same. you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, a gesture he reciprocated without hesitation, wrapping his warm arms around your waist as you held each other.

jean's fear, the all consuming grip his mind had on him, telling him he'd always be the second choice, wouldn't dissapear overnight. the both of you knew it. you knew it's take time and patience for this, and jean knew the same.

but jean now also knew that you'd be there when the grip became a chokehold. jean knew that you, out of all people - not that he wanted anyone else - would provide that time and patience. jean sighed into your shoulder with that realization, burying his head in the crook where your shoulders met your neck.

"i love you," he heard you say, and there was no doubt or hesitation behind your voice, which was an indication enough for jean to know that you did before he'd register your words.

he laid a kiss on your skin, "i love you too. thank you."

he felt you smile and shake your head. "don't thank me."

the pair of you stayed like that for a bit, a sort of awkward position on the couch where you hugged, so you pulled away. jeans eyes held the affection they always had towards you, and you smiled cheekily.

"so are we gonna kiss now or what?"

jean smiled. who would be if he refused your request?

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #jean kirschtein #jean x reader

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yandere-caesar · 2 years

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Freefall

Pairing: Dio x suicidal!gender neutral!reader

Description: You aren’t afraid of monsters.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, vampire stuff like blood drinking, Dio actually not being as much of a dick as he is in my other fics, unfinished work

I should probably also specify that this is not a yandere fic despite my blog name and what I usually post on here. It is just too dark to post to my main blog because of the themes so I am posting them to my dark content blog.

You didn’t struggle when one of Dio’s minions dragged you into the mansion. You didn’t seem to even really reaction to it. You had just been wandering outside the place and one of the people had recognized you as a stand user that aided the crusaders at some point. Not that any of that really mattered to you. They had left you behind anyway and clearly wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

You had been expecting it to end right there, but no. It hadn’t been that easy. Instead of executing you on the spot they had decided to take you to Dio personally and let him decide your fate.

Halfway down the ridiculously long hallway, they had stopped dragging you. They probably realized that you weren’t really fighting back and decided it would be a better use of energy to do a cautious escort instead.

When you get to the door to Dio’s chambers, you open it and are immediately greeted with darkness. You kneel down and wait for whatever is going to happen. You know that he’s probably in there, waiting to jump out at you or something. And you don’t particularly care.

Sure enough, he appears right in front of you. You can just barely make out the large silhouette.

“My, it appears someone got too confident for their own good. Might I ask what an ally to the Joestars is doing this far away from the herd? Surely you didn’t think that you could possibly best me on your own?”

His voice was eager, taunting. You just shrug. “I didn’t. I’m not much an ally to anyone these days.”

“Oh I beg to differ. Remind me again how you were able to stop the assassination with your stand.”

“They looked like they needed my help. And then they left. Really I couldn’t care less.”

You feel cold fingers wrap around your throat that remind you of a corpse. You swear you can feel the tips digging just beneath your flesh. It’s light though. More of a threat than anything else. “I could kill you at this very moment if I wanted to.”

You close your eyes, letting him hold you there. “Go ahead.”

There are a few moments of silence that pass before you feel the fingertips withdraw and he releases his hold. “It would be a waste to kill such a talented stand user.”

You stare up at him, blinking for a few moments. “I killed one of your servants. It was pretty brutal. Are you sure?”

“You can repay me by taking their place, can’t you?”

You give him a frown. Was he serious? You thought this would make things easy for you but now they’re even harder than they would have been if you hadn’t come here. You lean your neck out, grabbing his wrist and pulling his fingers back to where they were.

“I would rather take the other option.”

“Really? Is it that you’re much more loyal than you say you are? Or is it that you despise me to the point where death would be a mercy?”

“That’s none of your business. Just get it over with.”

“So be it.”

You can vaguely make out the outline of his arm lifting up and crashing back down before everything suddenly goes black. And then you can’t see or feel anything.

You stay like that for a few moments. You can’t really think anymore. There’s a foggy sensation of something in the back of your mind, but it’s slowly fading now. You feel like you’re floating. Slowly drifting away from yourself. It’s relaxing, comforting even. How long has it been since you were able to rest like this? You can’t really remember. You just let it pull you. Let it take you wherever.

You finally feel free.

Your eyes suddenly snap open and you quickly sit up. You’re still in the same room as before, but someone must have lit a lamp or something because you can suddenly see a lot more clearly than you could before. The servants from earlier are gone, leaving you alone with the cold body that is sprawled out on the red silk sheets next to you.

Dio pours wine into two glasses, leaning over to hand one to you

#jjba #angst #Dio x reader #suicidal thoughts.#Dio Brando #unfinished work

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glenechoslasher · 27 days

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Welcome to my side blog!

My name is Tina (she/her) 32|| and this is the side blog I run where I'll post random things I'm hyper fixating over, writings that don't particularly fit my main blog, and my traditional/ digital art♡

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I currently accept art commissions, which you can find any information about here If you're interested, please DM me and we'll talk specifics! All of my art will be posted on my Instagram, where you can find much more BTS for sketches, commissions, etc.

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Masterlist~

You can find my character writing masterlist here, which will be updated on a regular basis. I WILL accept recommendations for characters if asked and if I feel confident enough in being able to channel their character properly.

🔞 I DO write smut and I will not tolerate underage readers interacting with me or my works. If you do not have your age in your bio, you will be blocked. 🔞

Even when my asks are closed, you are more than welcome to send me questions, compliments, random thoughts, or anything you'd like. I truly appreciate anyone who interacts with me on here.

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WRITING RULES:

I will encourage everyone to read this before sending in asks so you have all the bases covered.

I DO NOT WRITE:

Incest

Pedophilia

Character x Character unless I am comfortable with said ship

R@pe

Extreme fetishes including but not limited to: scat, piss, watersports, etc., and anything else I find uncomfortable writing.

I WILL WRITE:

NSFW, SFW, fluff, angst, etc.

Gender neutral, male, female, non-binary, trans, etc. readers unless I feel as though I won't be able to correctly write for xgender (being a cis female, the last thing I want to do is offend anyone, but I will try my best for you guys!

x Reader

Headcanons, imagines, or drabbles if the topic is simple and straight to the point. Some things don’t need an entire fic dedicated to it, so sometimes I resort to using shorter written requests.

Suicide/self harm. The mention of suicidal thoughts are okay but writing out the actual event will not be happening.

Also, please be sure to list every character you want included in your ask, I will not know if you list a few followed by “etc.”, so please be SPECIFIC!

Don’t hesitate to ask any questions!

Also, if you want to be added to a specific character’s tag list, please let me know in my DMs, askbox, etc.!

#blog intro #intro post #red dead redemption 2 community #digital artist #fanfiction writer #fanfiction artist

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party-gilmore · 1 year

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Interesting things I've noticed about (my own, obvs) gender fluidity:

Girl Mode is bi as hell. Guy Mode is always exclusively gay. I just think that's interesting. And doesn't contribute to my bi imposter syndrome at all.

Being Sleepy (not tired - the vibe of "sleepy" specifically) instantly triggers Girl Mode. Not ever once have I been a Sleepy Man, only a Sleepy Girl.

"Woman" feels weird but "Girl" feels fine, while "Man" feels fine but "Boy" feels weird??? Aunt good Uncle bad, thoughts kf Wife/Mother good Husband/Dad bad, but Brother good Sister bad??? Nephew good Niece bad??? My Boyfriend good My Girlfriend bad??? Son and Daughter both neutral??? Why???

Being Horny triggers Guy Mode. Feeling Slutty triggers Girl Mode. It's a very fine distinction, but it is there. It is strange when both hit at the same time it feels like cross the ghostbuster streams.

I'm androgynous enough that I can shift to a decent, base level of either femme or masc kind easy, but it's also frustrating because i can never be AS femme/masc as I want to be. I would almost rather be All The Way one way and have to work harder the other direction, instead of having to work hard in both.

I don't like the term non-binary for me. I am VERY binary. 93% of the time it is explicitly one or the other. The remaining 7% is the rare times both hit at once, except there's no blurring it's not like mixing blue and red into purple its more like that dress that looks both blue and white at the same time.

However using trans feels weird because sometimes I'm not. Trans feels like you have changed from one to the other but sometimes it's a change back to my agab so it's not really a change at all? That one post like "trans means anyone who doesn't 100% align with their agab" helped me get a little more comfortable with it and I'm comfy displaying like my little trans flag bead lizard but something about the WORD just doesn't sit right

This is why I love Queer. Queer queerey queer queer queer. It's the only word I've got that gets the point across but doesn't leave me feeling like i need to Explain Myself like "well okay so sometimes I'm bi but sometimes I'm gay but not in a cis way except when it is so no matter what i feel like a faker"

I got distract these arent fun facts at all their mostly anxiety spiral sad facts let me get back on the point

Long Hair actually makes me feel more masc, while Short Hair makes me feel more femme. Unless a mustache has become involved.

Absolutely fascinating that i can look at my body, my exact same naked body, and as a man feel confident and sexy but as a woman feel bloated and unattractive. Like. Can we get a femme equivalent of the Dadbod please? Or maybe relax our standards a little bit? I'm dying here

It's so much easier to talk about this shit with absolute strangers in the void than people i know, even when i know some of those people are also here in the same void reading these. It's just still easier than saying the words. Weird.

#gender queer #gender weirdness

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vicl0v3 · 10 months

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Hi, I'm Vic, but due to loosing my old account I started this one, I’m confident in my writing skills, so here is my request list and some rules for the request!

Fandoms I Write For:

Spider-Verse: Into and Across

The Outsiders

Five Nights At Freddy's

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Transformers: Any Movie or Series

Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

Dead By Daylight

Avatar: (twow or 1st movie)

Other Shows/Movies/animes

Etc...

Rules For Request:

I do write smut, although i have a few rules for who I will write about. I will write smut, fluff, angst, and will also write in multiple different au’s.

When it comes to request, it may take me a day or two to repsond back to you. I will first respond and say wheter or not I will do your request, give an idea of what it will be like, and then start writing.

I mainly wrote for Female readers, maybe Gender-neutral readers, but as I continue to write more I will work on writeing my male readers.

I also will make continuations of some request if asked for them or if I like the story enough to continue it to an actually story or just give it multiple parts.

Things I WILL NOT Write:

I WILL NOT write for any minor characters unless they are a character who looks young but is older than they look. (Certain characters can be aged up ig)

I WILL NOT write for real/living people as this would seem weird and could make people uncomfortable.

I WILL NOT write for sexual assault, sucide, self-harm, or any sorts of incest.

I WILL NOT write anything that may be seen as triggering to a large audience.

I WILL NOT write anything that is illegal or many people would seem as imorally wrong.

I also do not write character x character due to a personal preverence, HOWEVER I will do character x reader x character.

Please do not be afriad to ask me any questions. Also when it comes to asking about what other fandoms I will write for please do not be scared; when and if I turn down a request it may be because I am not familiar with the fandoms or who you are requesting. Another thing for character request, if I’m not familiar with ur character you may describe how they would act, or be so I can write them if that is a reason I turned your request down. Also, DO NOT copy or steal my work as i will report and block you.

So, please, start sending in any request you may have as soon as you can, bye my loves and until next time!

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thedreadvampy · 2 years

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If your skirt post is like A Genuine Question and not just ramble (feel free to ignore me), here are non-gender-related reasons I prefer trousers over skirts:

- I am fashion-wise incredibly challenged which means I do not understand how to wear a skirt in a way that looks good. I have tried many times and I just cannot figure it out. How do combine skirt with torso wear I do not get how y'all do this. (dresses are the easiest fashion option but they have other disadvantages obvsly)

- how am I supposed to find leggins/tights that are both warm enough and look good I can't do it

- I also cannot sew like at all so the pocketd thing is actually very much an issue and if I do have a skirt that has large enough pockets from the start as soon as I put like a key and a pocket knife in there it'll drag the skirt halfway down my hips?? (or it won't but it'll feel like it)

- skirts are in my experience notoriously bad at having useful belt loops. I need belt loops :(

If you have solutions for these (unless they involve "get good at understanding how to make clothes look good" bc that ship has sailed lol) please I'd love to appreciate skirts more

I cannot answer all of these satisfactorily and will admit. my argument is very ideal-world based. I think if we let go of the idea that skirts are feminine and thus impractical we would rapidly solve many of them.

point by point:

Styling a skirt:

the thing is there are a billion sorts of skirt so this is highly dependent on what you're looking for and what your body type is.

however I will say the number one mistake I think novice skirt wearers tend to make is wearing them at the same waist height as trousers (around the hips) and while many skirts are cut that way they're a lot harder to style imo. If it sits above the hip, most of the way up your belly, whether or not that's where your waist is, that's both more comfortable and easy more flexible with tops because on most people it will look pretty good to just tuck a shirt or t-shirt into that.

tops can be tucked into skirts or worn over them. I think a jumper with a long skirt looks good (although I'm not a big long skirt person myself bc I am. A Slut. and also bc I get tangled up in anything past mid calf) and personally I like a baggy t-shirt tucked into a fitted skirt or a tight t-shirt or camisole tucked into a pleated or flared skirt. also crop tops are usually a win if you're confident in them.

my advice for getting comfortable with trying out the tops you already own with skirts would be: if you get something straight cut, with a wide waistband, in a relatively sturdy fabric like denim or canvas, and in a neutral colour like black or blue, it should look good with anything you'd wear the same colour jeans with. eg (any length):

I think people are often intimidated by skirts because they're seen as like. Fashion Clothes. but anything that looks good with trousers, like, it might not look good with Every Skirt but there will be as many skirts as trousers it suits.

and in the same way you find a style of trousers you're likely to keep defaulting to you will probably find as you go there's a style and length that's very in your comfort zone and goes with your style. for me it's mid-thigh black skater/circle skirts, I own like 5 variations on that theme and on me it goes with everything.

also people who sell dresses as the solution to the top thing are built different to me. I have sweaty pits I can't be having 20 dresses in constant wash rotation. drawer full of interchangeable t-shirts and a skirt or two that you wash if it gets dirty, that's the way to do it. If you need work clothes, almost any skirt will go with a black or white button up shirt. you probably want to tuck that in though.

Good leggings/tights

It's a puzzler, and one that has taken years to figure out for myself. I tend to go for pretty boring black leggings and I fucking hate tights bc they're always the wrong length and if they sit right at the waist they crush my toes. plus Hole In Toes is even worse in tights than socks. so my advice is:

look for 'slip shorts' to protect your thighs- you want cotton or lycra. BEWARE. shapewear will disguise itself as slip shorts. it lies. you want comfort not a corset.

couple these with any annoying legwear. putting them over tights will stop the crotch falling down. put them under leggings if you, like me, find you keep wearing through the inner thigh of leggings and trousers.

in terms of good warm leggings - do your shopping in autumn/winter and look for thermal leggings/long underwear. don't cancel me for Fast Fashion Crimes but Primark periodically do these faux-fur lined winter leggings/footless tights which are SO GOOD, they last ages and have a nice high snug waist and cuffed ankles. I go full skirt in winter most years bc if you find good thermal leggings it's SO MUCH WARMER than trousers and much easier to layer.

if you find legwear that works for you BUY SEVERAL PAIRS. it's a constant ballache finding good leggings so snap them up while you know where.

If you're wearing tights or standard non-thermal leggings, I swear I am not spreading some e-girl agenda but knee-high/over-the-knee socks are great, they'll keep the bits of your legs that are most vulnerable to cold nice and toasty. On my legs knee highs tend to roll down so what I usually do is just fold the top over (like turning up jeans cuffs) and then they stay put.

Pockets

Yeah it's an issue 😠 fashion is stupid and the usual solution of 'shop in the men's section' tends not to apply. there are styles of skirt that are more likely to have pockets (a lot of the big poodle-skirt retro style alternative skirts do, so do most suspender skirts and about half of the denim skirts you tend to find) but yeah it's an ongoing battle. and the curse of the fake pocket is a constant threat. (also I have a couple of skirts which do, technically, have pockets, but they're loose skirts with shallow patch pockets so every time you sit down everything you own rains onto the floor)

I have no solutions for this except checking pockets vigilantly before I commit to buying skirts. I do sew but I'm usually too lazy/scared of ruining it to get around to putting pockets into skirts I didn't make, so I just commit to not buying any skirt without satisfying myself on its pockets first.

this is where we're in Ideal World thinking bc this is to my mind an issue of skirts being treated as exclusively fashion clothing/feminine clothing and in a world where we treated skirts as utility clothing I think there'd be more pocket options.

my only other advice is I recommend not buying skirts specifically at fast fashion places if you want pockets, you're a lot more likely to find pockety skirts in indie/alternative shops (and in charity/second hand shops from the people who can afford to buy from indie/alternative shops). this isn't me on my high horse btw most of what I wear is Primark or H&M bc I Have Been Poor Most Of My Adult Life buuuut the hunt's generally more successful not in high street shops.

Pockets (part deux)

if it feels like the skirt's dragging down, it's probably a waistband issue. I have had that issue on skirts which are a bit too loose or have an elastic-only waistband (like those floaty summer skirts where the waistband is just a tube with a loop of elastic through it) and it's a sensory nightmare.

What works for me is:

always choosing skirts with a proper waistband (2+cm wide, somewhat firm, ideally flat rather than scrunched up around elastic) which fit snugly and sit solidly above the hip.

only choosing skirts with some sort of closure. don't fall prey to the siren song of the slip-on skirt bc if it will slip on it will slip off. All my skirts have a zip, a lace, buttons, hooks, buckles, in one case I just safety pin it around my waist...the key thing here is that while you're not like. squeezing yourself. you can fasten it so it sits tight at the waistband and looser in the rest of the skirt

It is mostly a fit issue and most people I've talked to have found styles that don't give them these issues. However. It may well be quite body-dependent - I'm lucky in that my hips are a good lot wider than my waist, so anything I can put high enough to sit on my natural waist will stay firmly put. But I'm aware that some people are more. tubular. and things slide off easier. my notes would be: experiment with where it's most comfortable for things to sit. it may very well be higher than you think. and the broader and more fitted the waistband, the less you're likely to feel that pull off the hips - that's why kilts are so comfy, bc they have like a 6 inch buckled waistband, so even on someone whose waist comes out 3x as far as their hips, they stay put (if you put them on right. shout out to my partner's uncle whose kilt just straight up somehow both unbuckled and tangled up and fell off while he was walking into church for a wedding. that took skill.)

avoid skirts with elasticated and unreinforced waistbands. if it doesn't have a clearly defined and close fitting waistband it's not your friend. you can afford to go a bit tighter than you can with trousers too bc it won't tighten when you bend down or sit.

Beltloops

with both pockets and beltloops, anecdotally you're more likely to find them on heavier fabric skirts (canvas, denim, leather, tweed) with broader waistbands and more tailored styles. this is weird bc you don't. actually need a belt with those that much. like I say skirts move a lot less than trousers with the same waistband, both because they tend to sit higher but also because like the things that pull trousers down (sitting or bending) don't exert any extra force on skirts. moving your legs doesn't pull on skirts. so while as you pointed out the weight of stuff in the pockets/the weight of the skirt itself are pulling down, there's not a lot of like. dynamic force pulling it down. so if it has a decent waistband and fits ok there's less need for a belt (especially bc as I say you can comfortably fit skirts much more snugly than trousers). if you sit down in a skirt, it will ride up at the hem instead of pulling down at the waist - the kind of fixed point in trousers is at the crotch/hip whereas the fixed point on a skirt is the waist.

however. less need for belts is not no need for belts bc people change shape and clothes are sometimes too big. also it's fun to accessorise (I don't wear a lot of belts but I do wear a lot of chains in my belt loops bc I am permanently trapped in 2006). so a) I like skirts with some amount of modular fastening - multiple buttons on the waistline, buckles, a built in belt, slight stretch in the waist - but also b) it is, sadly, like pockets. they're out there but you have to look, and jump on it if you spot one that meets your needs. as I say, they're more likely to be present on heavier skirts, although I have seen quite a few light summer skirts that come with belts and you can just. bin the shit belt it came with and put a nicer one in. also there are WAY more belt loops on goth/alternative styles. this is presumably bc everyone else buying these also lives with me in the land of chains and studded belts.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Skirts is a land of contrasts. there's a LOT of types of skirt, a lot more than there are types of trouser, and it's about being picky about what suits your needs, getting the right fit for you, and investing in something relatively sturdily constructed (even if it's a light delicate thing). also wearing it snug and sitting at your natural waist or above, not on your hips.

idk why I wrote this entire wall of text I hope it is helpful. and I reiterate. Anything You Can Wear With Jeans You Can Wear With A Basic Skirt You're Comfortable In.

also for the love of god if you find good leggings buy 4 pairs then tell me immediately.

#red said

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the-emptied-brain-contents · 2 years

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I just had this idea, dsmp members becoming the aunt/uncle from another family to the reader's kids. In other words, fluffy chaos

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

Karl Jacobs • Wilbur Soot • Tommyinnit • Nihachu • Technoblade

Pronouns: Gender Neutral!

A/N: Ahh sorry it took so long to get this written! Tysm anon!! :D

Spoils. Them. Rotten.

The kids would always be super excited when their uncle came to visit, since he would usually be pretty busy making videos with Mr. Beast

SPEAKING OF

He would sometimes (much to your dismay) sneak the kids on set while shooting

If Mr. Beast was doing a challenge, Karl would definitely find ways for the kiddos to help out with the mild torture :)

If one of the kids wanted to learn how to skate like their favorite uncle, he would be SO careful when teaching them

will not even let them TOUCH the board without elbow pads, knee pads, palm guards, and a helmet

when they're finally confident enough to push off on their own, Karl would be following them closely with his hands hovering just in case they fall

If they did end up hurting themselves (bound to happen at some point) he would pick them up and carry them in the house, then hold their hand while you cleaned up any cuts

If the family was spending the day at home together, you can bet that he's sneaking them candy whenever you leave the room

He thinks you don't notice

You do.

He'll try to sputter out an explanation for why their eyes are the size of pool balls but eventually gives up and you confiscate the bag D:

you eat it while hiding in the bathroom at 2 am tho

«────── « ⋅𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫⋅ » ──────»

Human jungle gym.

If the family was walking around Brighton together, he would carry them on his shoulders

No matter how many kids you have, he would find an arm to make sure ALL of them were closer to his eye level

its honestly kind of adorable

maybe aside from the part where the kiddos are pulling on his hair and ears trying to "steer" him

The kids love him almost as much as he loves them

they would all play wrestle together, and for whatever reason, they LOVE getting the opportunity to "beat him up"

they get it from you

While he does love spending time with his nieces/nephews, I think he also does it to give you a break from the constant chaos

he's happy to dramatically fall to the floor after a devastating punch from a 5 year old if it means you can doze off for an hour :')

«────── « ⋅𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲⋅ » ──────»

oh my.

listen. I know that some of the gremlin energy is a bit. But I think being surrounded by children would make it all come out

something about being looked in the face by a deranged toddler would cause even an angel's eye to twitch

they scream at him? he screams right back

matching the energy ™

If it was more chilled out I honestly think he would be super responsible around them though

a little more lenient than you are are, but he definitely makes sure they follow certain rules

bedtimes, candy, screen time etc.

"not today, we'll see if we can do it another time"

he doesn't like being the "bad guy", but he would want your boundaries to be respected. ESPECIALLY with your kids

but even if they're a little upset they can't go do something, they love him to death <3

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i love her so much lets start out with that

so she did a baking stream around Halloween and IT WAS SO COZY

imagine doing a baking stream with her and the kiddos?? so much cuteness

she would be SO caring and attentive towards them

a lot of people tend to dismiss what kids have to say, but she would *actually* listen to them

even the made up stories they claim totally happened, she would give them her full attention

#1 cheerleader

they show her something they drew? they get a big hug and kiss on the cheek

they sing a song for her? rounds of applause

if the family went on a walk together, you and Niki would swing one of the kids back and forth between you two

(idk how to better explain that)

they LOVE staying the night at Aunt Niki's

they would stay up late together while watching movies or reading a book

You knew this happened since the kids would be half-asleep while walking out the door to your car

but you honestly can't be too upset because of the smiles on the kid's face when they tell you about everything that happened

«────── « ⋅𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨⋅ » ──────»

Okay so you know those people that will talk to a baby like they're a full ass adult? That's Techno.

"Hello... how are you?"

he would be a little awkward around them, even if he's known them since they were born

"why is it looking at me like that?"

the kids still absolutely adore him

for what he didn't say in words, he would make up with gifts

when one of the babies are born, he would get them fluffy blankets and a stuffed animal

maybe a techno plushie?

floof!!

the kids LOVE floof!

floof is scared of the kids.

in all fairness they are terrifying.

they also get this from you

uncle is rated 5 stars on yelp!

kids are the best judge of character, so it makes sense that they cling to his every word

a/n: teehee i missed doing this xx have a good day/night babies <3

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