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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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Hi there! I've requested a Kaeya fic before and thank you for writing it😭💕I have no idea if you write for Ayato but if you do; and it's okay if you don't! (and since I love your writing) I'd like to request a reader who is needy for him since she's feeling that he hasn't touched or been intimate with her for like forever because he is always busy, but ends up giving her what she wants. Hope you have a nice day!!🤭

i do sorta write ayato!! i've written two things for him :D just check out my masterlist tab under inazuma and you'll see what he was up to uwu - also this is a mix of fluff and smut - when the second set of bullets begin its smut so pls!! be aware of that :D

Ayato is a busy man and you would never fault him for it. You know that he has a lot to handle and that it keeps him out and about far longer than you deem comfortable. But, you aren't ever going to get mad at him.

That doesn't mean you won't mess with him though. You're inclined to tease him a bit when you can see him, giving him a sly look before disappearing too far away for him to chase after you. You can tell by the furrow of his brow he is very unamused, and you giggle to yourself at how you think he'll react when he finally gets his hands on you.

For now, you spend most of your time not working or out and about laying on his side of the bed, curled in his sheets as you read and entertain yourself. It's nice for you to be able to spend time where he did, still able to smell him on the sheets and placate yourself with that.

You collapse into the sheets with a sigh, curling up into Ayato's blankets for the nth time to rest after a long day. It was still a little too early for you to go to bed, figuring out what to do to kill some time before going to sleep. You decide on reading a book Ayato left for you, just about to crack open the pages when you hear the door open.

You slowly lower the book, looking at Ayato in disbelief. He's really here, standing in front of you with a tired, yet still adoring look. Once you realise it really is him you launch yourself out of bed, throwing your arms around him and holding him tightly. He laughs and shuts the door behind you both, kissing your cheek affectionately.

"Missed me, did you?" he asks softly, words getting smothered when you press a desperate kiss against his lips.

"Of course I did! I missed you so much," you gasp, still in shock that he was back before you went to sleep for once.

"I expected a warm welcome home, but not quite this warm," he teases this time, trailing kisses down your neck.

"You haven't been here in so long what else am I supposed to do? Pretend I haven't been waiting for you to come back to me?"

He can see that there are slight tears beginning to form in your eyes, tsking a little lightheartedly at how adorable you're being. Ayato kisses your tears away, hands digging into your hips as you begin to needily whine for his attention again.

"Tell me you're going to be here when I wake up this time? This project you've been working on has been taking so much longer than I thought it would. Do you at least have some sort of timeline for me to figure out when you'll be free again? We can at least go on one date, right?"

His heart breaks a little now that he's able to hear just how much his absence has messed with you. You do your best to hide it from him and he really appreciates that, but that doesn't mean it won't upset him to hear you being so honest with him.

"I'm so sorry my beloved. I've done everything I can to speed up the process but thankfully, I've finally caught up. We're finally done, which means you won't have to spend all day waiting for me now."

The happy look on your face is all he can ask for, holding you tightly against him as you excitedly tell him everything you've been wanting to for weeks.

It doesn't take much time for the two of you to catch up, talking for hours until it's time to go to bed. You seem quite resistant to the idea and he can't blame you, feeling himself get a little excited as well with the way you allow your hand to traverse his body.

He scolds you teasingly, shaking his head as you pout cutely at him. He wants to work you up even more, knowing it'll be that much sweeter to tease you later when you're even whiner and desperate.

He waits until you think it's time to give up, about to give him the cold shoulder before running his hand up your thigh and kissing up your back, whispering into your ear how "You don't really mean that" and "I'll make sure you're so full of me you won't miss me anymore". The sweetest things all tied up in his sultry tone, fingers teasing at your hole before he pins your wrists above your head.

"Ayato, please," you whine, wrists struggling against his grasp as you feel him bring you up to another orgasm for what feels like the 10th time.

His pace is brutal, never stopping not even when he cums inside of you as he uses you the way he wants, pent-up frustration finally able to be released into your body.

"Please what? You want me to stop? I'm not quite done here yet with you. You just look so cute I have to spoil you and treat you the way you want to be treated," he purrs, shuddering again as he feels your walls clench over him in ecstasy.

You've cum so many times at this point your moans are just breathless whimpers, arching into his hips as your legs thrash around him before coming down. He can feel the way your thighs clench around his waist, hips desperately bucking into his as he hears your creamy arousal frothing on his balls.

"You feel so good - I've missed your cock so much!"

The high-pitched way you whine for him makes him lose his mind, finally freeing a hand so he can reach down and circle your throbbing bud. He grunts as you clench around him at the feeling, ankles locking behind his back as your head is thrown back again in pleasure.

"One more for me, okay? Just one more and I'll get you all cleaned up. You've done so good for me so far," he mutters, sucking hickies wherever he can reach.

You nod fervently, his efforts quickly culminating in another orgasm building up fast. Somehow, the burning overstimulation you were feeling in your core was getting even warmer, shared fluids running down both your bodies as he adjusted your thighs to reach your chest. It made his cock drag against your walls even more insistently, weak moans becoming screams of pleasure at the new sensation.

Finally, you feel him cum inside of you for the last time, leaking out and down your spent hole as you cum shortly thereafter. Ayato groans softly as his hips stutter into you, making you whimper weakly as your nails scratch down his arm.

"There you go, I knew you could do it," he says sweetly into your ear, bringing you back up to his chest and giving you the tender loving care you deserve after dealing with all of his pent up energy.

#ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato smut #ayato fluff #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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multifariousqueer · 1 year

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PLEASE DO A JEALOUS SHURI X READER IM BEGGING YOU

OFC LOVE <333

If you like this request, don't hesitate to request something of your own❤️

Warnings: Suggestive language, implied explicit activities, stalking if you squint, Shuri not giving you enough attention, talking to someone else.

"Griot I need you to run calculations on the previous sample of vibranium and my brother's DNA" Shuri spoke

Shuri had been cooped up in her lab for the past 3 days. You brought her down food and kept her company but you still missed her. You knew that recreating the heart-shaped herb was important to her and after her brother's death, you learned to just let her do whatever she wanted. Still, you missed her cuddling you and the jaw kisses she would give you when you went to sleep.

"Yes, princess. It appears that Y/n is on her way to see you." The AI replied

Shuri sighed and continued on her work. You walked in the sterile elevator and before you knew it, you were in her lab.

"Hey babe" You said.

"Hello, Y/n." Shuri replied coldly.

"What's wrong?" You asked. Shuri rarely spoke to you like this so the sudden change really took you aback.

"Nothing. I'm working right now." Shuri replied

"You've been working for the past 3 days." You murmured.

"For your information, Y/n; the world doesn't revolve around you and Wakanda needs new technology so if you can't help building or calculating, you can see your way out." She said as she ushered you out.

"ok." You replied as you left.

Shuri immediately felt bad for coming off so harsh. You both know that Shuri has tendencies to come off harsh and be rude and in the last few months, it's been happening more often. She would apologize to you and you'd accept and the cycle would repeat.

🌸🌸🌸

You had decided to go on a walk around Wakanda and look at your phone, you realized you hadn't checked it all morning and you thought it would be a good excuse to take pictures. You opened Instagram and you saw that you had a DM from your ex boyfriend.

"Hey" The message read

"Hey?" You replied back. You were confused as to why he decided to reach out after all this time, but hey maybe it was the universe's way of telling you something.

He replied instantly and it caught you off guard.

"You in town?"

"Not currently." You replied, it was kinda fun, you suddenly felt like you were in a time machine.

"Lmk when you are." The message read.

You looked around before replying.

"I will." You replied. He saw the message instantly and the three bubbles came up; you were expecting him to say something but he didn't.

You quickened your pace into a jog and went back to the palace. When you got there, you went to shower and clean up.

When you left the shower, you saw Shuri sitting on your bed. You jumped a bit because you hadn't seen her out of her lab in so long.

"Oh! Hey babe." You said a bit shocked.

"Who's Y/c/n(your crush's name) and why is he asking you when you're in town?" She asked firmly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. I know that he texted you at 8:27 AM today and you replied." She interrogated

"Jeez who are you the FBI? Plus, he's just a friend, I feel nothing for him. I replied because I felt like it and why are you stalking my messages?" You clapped back

"Y/n I keep tabs on you just to make sure that you're safe and I don't want him to talk to you or you to talk to him." Shuri replied.

"Last time I checked, you're not my mom so I don't need you policing me. And where was this mindset 3 days ago or even 3 hours ago when you told me to get out of your lab?" You said.

"First of all, that's not what you said last night. Second of all, I am under a lot of stress right now but I still love you and I'm sorry that I yelled at you; I know that it was wrong and I'm truly sorry that I've been neglecting you for the past few days. It won't happen again." Shuri promised.

"Good. It better not." You said. You embraced her and she hugged you back as tight as possible.

"So you feel nothing for him anymore, right?" Shuri asked.

"Not a thing." You said.

"Good. Know you can block him forever and never speak to him again." Shuri said.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" You asked

"What? No. I just don't want you giving attention to that thing." She replied.

"Whatever you say, baby." You replied.

"You know, it's been 3 days since we've... you know" Shuri said with a smirk.

"No I don't know. I think you need to show me" You replied suggestively.

"Only Bast knows what I'm gonna do with you." She said, shaking her head.

'*to me" You corrected.

You smirked as she pulled you two to the bed.

#requests #shurixpoc!reader #shuri #shurixfem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #black panther #mcu fanfiction #black panther wakanda forever #black panther 2 #princess shuri #for you

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leveragehunters · 4 months

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okay, I have to ask — how do you like your kobo ereader??

I’ve been eyeing one for a while bc I really *don’t* want a kindle, but also *so* many people have a kindle that it feels like it’s the only real option

Holy crap I LOVE IT. It's so much better than the Kindle. (Also: this got long)

I decided to upgrade my old Paperwhite (it was a second gen, so pretty old and small) and I almost got a new Paperwhite automatically (cause I felt much the same as you).

But the Kobos were on the same page and since I'm trying to be less impulsive, I started poking around and they are so good.

I went with a black Libra 2 and it's like the software was actually designed for human beings, unlike the Kindle software, which I think was designed for no one except the devil.

I side-load only and keep all my books organised in collections. The only way to do collections on the Kindle is manually, one book at a time, or jailbreak (and I'm not sure you can jailbreak the new Paperwhites, plus it's such a PITA).

On the Kobo, I can build collections from within Calibre, super fast and multiple books at a time. You can also do them manually on the Kobo, but even that is SO MUCH EASIER than on the Kindle.

The actual screen reading experience is basically identical (you can even side-load the Kindle font if you want it), since e-ink is pretty much e-ink, but it has few extra 'while you're reading' tweaks, like setting the all around margin size of the book (great if you switch between books and comics) and controlling the presence of, and info in, the top and bottom bar (pages left in book, pages left in chapter, percentage left to go etc). It also has a brightness and a warmness setting, so you can tweak those til they're just right for you.

I'm loving the physical page turn buttons so much - way easier than having to swipe the screen. I can hold the Kobo in one hand and just page forward with my thumb. It's also a teeny tiny bit lighter than my old Paperwhite.

I also love that you can 'archive' any books you've bought from Kobo, so they don't show up on the e-reader (you can still get them from Kobo later if you want), unlike Amazon where they're always right there unless you delete them forever. Like I said, I side-load everything, I don't want to see the Amazon-displayed copies. I don't want to see the Amazon displayed ANYTHING.

Kobo also doesn't advertise to you. Even in a non ad-supported Kindle, the home page of the new Kindle software shows trending and suggested books. It's bloody advertising. The home page on the Kobo shows you things about your library, with a discrete text invitation at the bottom to find new books or make a wishlist. There is a 'Discover' tab where you can see suggested books and such, but you have to actively go there, which means you're seeing it because you want to see it.

It's very intuitive to use - there's tabs down the bottom that do what they say on the tin and the settings are clear what they do. If it goes to sleep on 'Books' it wakes up on 'Books'. If you have authors sorted by last name it shows them all sorted by last name (this was endless aggravation on the Kindle which seemed to have an 'I do whatever the fuck I like' approach). It displays a cute little 'sleeping' when it's asleep along with the cover of what you're currently reading (you can turn that last one off).

It natively supports a decent assortment of file types: KEPUB, EPUB, EPUB2, EPUB3, PDF, FlePub, MOBI, PDF, JPEG, GIF, PNG, BMP, TIFF, TXT, HTML, RTF, CBZ and CBR.

I cannot recommend the Kobo Libra 2 highly enough. It's the damn bees knees and I wish I'd gotten one years ago. I can't ever see going back to the Kindle.

Some pics and Calibre details under the cut (which doesn't seem to be working, darn it).

(yes I have been rereading the Kitty series)

The Calibre plugins I grabbed are below, but tbh honest you don't really NEED any of them:

I also converted my library to kepub, which isn't necessary, but gives you some nifty extra reading features.

To create Collections on your Kobo with Calibre

Decide what Calibre column you want to use for setting your Collections (I use tags, because I don't use it for anything else, but you can also make a new column in Preferences or use one of the others).

Make sure your Kobo is ejected then go to Preferences in the toolbar, locate the Import/export section, then click Sending books to devices.

For Metadata Management, choose Automatic management.

Click Apply.

Remain in Preferences, locate the Advanced section, then click Plugins.

Expand Device Interface.

Scroll down and select either Kobo Touch Extended, or if that's not present, KoboTouch.

Click Customize plugin.

Switch to the Collections, covers & uploads tab.

Checkmark Collections.

For Collections columns, enter the name of the Column you're going to use for Collections.

Checkmark Create collections.

Click OK.

Close Preferences and exit and restart Calibre.

Fancy up your library by putting your books in Collections and when you're done, Send to Device and those collections will be there, all nicely and satisfyingly organised on your Kobo.

#Kobo #Calibre #lemonsofjune #long post #no alt text #I love my new kobo SO MUCH #SO MUCH

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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I would like to put in another request bonten x child reader (2-3) who likes to collect things around he finds laying around. Like bonten members have noticed that their stuff has gone missing and they are looking around for the items so they go in readers room and find his stash and reader walks in the room and throws a tantrum. He's screaming and crying and they offer him a shopping trip wherever he wants and at the end the bonten men are carrying bags full of toys and clothes.

I sure can!

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They didn't really notice at first, little things here and there went missing but nothing remarkable.

Then other things went missing.

Shoe laces.

Rans sleep mask

Rindōs glasses case he keeps for emergencies.

Eventually even Mikey's left sandal.

And they had a sneaking suspicion where they all went.

"Called it" ran said as the dad's stood around their son's stash of nonsense that wasnt even hidden, just sitting in the back of his toy truck for anyone to see.

(Name) was to young to understand he was technically stealing, only 2 and in his defence you never leave things in arms reach of a baby.

"Well let's sort our shit I suppose"

"Nononono!" Little (name) cried from the doorway, having just come back from the park and with new things he found to add to his hoard because you see (name)s nanny read him a book about dragons and dragons were cool and hoarded treasures so (name) would too hoard his treasures.

"Bud we need our stuff back" Koko tried to reason with the tot who cried and stomped his little foot, his indoor slippers having squeakers in them as well and it was very adorable.

"No! My tesure!" He cried out and began sobbing when they messed with his hoard that he worked very hard to collect and could not believe they were ruining it like this.

"Bud we need our stuff back, end of discussion"

And that led to (name) having an absolute meltdown to the point of struggling to breathe, his tiny body unable to handle so many emotions.

His nanny tried to calm him down but nothing would work as he lost his little mind over his dad's ruining his hard work.

He hadn't cried this hard since they told him he couldn't wear shoes into the bath.

Though this time they could tell it was more personal to the boy who just wanted to be a god damn dragon.

"C'mon bud, it's ok" Mochi tried soothing but (name) smacked his hand away and shook his head "I feel like this is slightly my fault" the nanny spoke up and explained the whole dragon book and everything to the dad's and it all made sense there but they weren't mad at her, they did have strange kid after all.

Eventually (name) stopped crying choosing to ignore his dad's and sulk over his ruined hoard that was missing many cool things he found and when they tried offering things to him he just shook his head because it wasn't the same, you can't give him common trash (even when there was legit trash like pop tabs in that hoard) and expect it to be fixed!

Poor (name) was heartbroken and their dads felt like shit because they know their son worked hard on it but they needed their things back.

"Hey bud, wanna go shopping?" Kakucho offered the tot who was angrily playing with his toys, chubby face contorted into anger and just grunted "we can get you anything you want bud"

That got his attention.

The boy agreed and the group went to any store he wanted in the mall, the boy getting toys, clothes and some strange things like disinfectant and Chapstick, the toddler would get anything that caught his eyes really.

The boy got fake glasses as well and a box of Band-Aids that were hello kitty themed, an adult apron and shoe insoles as well.

What he will do with these things they do not know.

He also got car window microfiber wipes.

Why is their kid like this.

By the end (name) had many things, some reasonable and some being a dog bed for a very large dog.

But their son was happy and they enjoyed spoiling him from time to time so it was worth the weird shit he wanted.

Fun fact when I was little I didn't understand that a dog bed wasnt a pillow and insisted my mom get me one as a very small child and I slept on that thing on-top of my bed and it was wonderful.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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hyunsvngs · 4 months

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heyyy hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to ask you about a fic? I think it was about couples therapist/dating coach!Hyunjin falling in love with his client? And doesn’t she sleep with Han as well at some point?

I don’t remember the name or the author but I remember that you had talked about it a while back on your blog. It sounded interesting but I didn’t read it when you mentioned it bc there were only 2/5 chapters at the time. BUT THEN the author updated with the next chapter just recently (maybe in like nov or December?) and I was reading it but I CLOSED MY TAB and I lost the fic! I’m so sad bc it was so good and I think the author also said they’d update with the fourth chapter in January and I wanna read it so bad 😭

HELP A GIRL OUT JUNO DO YOU KNOW THE AUTHOR/FIC NAME 🕯️

Also can I be 🎫 anon pls?

Have a great day!

HI I ASKED SOMEONE ABOUT THIS FIC BEFORE AND I'VE SCROLLED THROUGH MY BLOG TRYING TO FIND IT BC I REALLY WANT TO FINSIH READING IT TOO BUT NOW I CAN'T FIND IT. I EVEN WENT INTO MY LIKES ON MY OLD BLOG FNSGKMDN I CAN'T FIIIIIN DIT

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT OEN YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT TOO FFS

CAN SOMEONE PLS REMIND ME OF THE NAME OF THE FIC

#juno’s asks ♡#🎫 anon 💌

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anxious-witch · 5 months

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we still can't send asks from sideblogs? okay then

I just came here to say yes hello hi, I used to not care for soulmate fics and only got into them a year or two ago through a soulmate fic in another band fandom that also ripped my heart right out for many tens of thousands of words, and now here I am, feeling like a crushed bug in a useless class, ready to take a nap on the table or floor at 9:30 because I'd had the Inertia tab open for weeks now but always put it off because it was so long already and I didn't have time for it, and said yesterday night when I already should have gone to sleep "I'll just read the first chapter to get into it and then go to sleep" and idk how much later I have suddenly finished the whole fic and went through the full spectrum of human emotions while Jan slowly learns that maybe maybe he can let Nace in and he can talk to his friends about his soulmate troubles and they'll listen and be there for him even if they might metaphorically whack him over the head and tell him he's being a dick, and he's also going to therapy to work towards a better happier life with his friends and Nace as his friend and his soulmate and his boyfriend 🥰🥰🥰🥰

anyway I love so many things in each chapter, I hope I'll have time during the christmas break to go scream in the comments about each chapter and have my heart crushed and rebuilt in each chapter again ❤✨💖🥰🥺🌈

Apparently so, but dw, I also saw your reblog so I do know who you are 🤗

Funnily enough, I used to have a very similar view on soulmate au few years back, until a really good friend of mine didn't write the most heartbreaking soulmate au ever, and it was the best fanfic I read. After that I became kinda obsessed too, so it's nice to know I am participating in the cycle now 😂

Felt you sm about putting off a fic and then once you pick it up just reading it in one breath. I am honored my fic was one of those for you, that's a huge compliment.

I love writing through characters who go through the transformation, even if they only needed to realize they just need to let people care about them instead of pushing them away. For Jan, in this fic that isn't easy, so I'm really glad that roller-coaster of emotions is something that one can feel while reading.

I appreciate every comment so if you do decide to make them about parts you liked the best, that will definitely make me happy but this comment already means so much. Thank you so much for taking the time to let me know you liked my fic ❤️

#inertia #asks #long post #seriously this made my day

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voxofthevoid · 4 months

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Hello Vox! Is me, werewolf anon!! Hope you're doing good on this fine day/evening/whatever the time of day it is for you!

I have to admit that you being happy to see my ask is 100% reciprocated by me when you answer them. I too, wave my fist in the air!

I haven't read more of your JJK fics but I re-read some of your Stucky ones because they are my comfort fics and I needed a pick-me-up. BUT THAT BEING SAID I DO HAVE THE JJK MANGA OPEN IN MY TABS and hopefully soon it will open up the rest of your fics for me! Oh how exciting!

As for Mappa and Nanami, the absolute WHIPLASH of him baring his forearms/hair pulling/quiet and yet explosive rage/Daddy Daddy DADDY to THAT scene of him before Mahito takes him out...I was on my knees I tell ya. I honestly don't know how the animators didn't go feral as they drew those panels.

And ahhhhh don't get me started on Yuji this week. Omfg that precious bean leveled up. *cough cough* I made a silly Yuji edit but sadly I don't know how to share it with you because Tumblr won't let me add images to anon asks. 😭

Wish me luck on my manga binge! I'll try to remember to eat and sleep but I can't guarantee anything! 😂 And I hope you enjoy your extremely well earned break from writing! I'm sure all the fans are frothing for updates from you but you deserve down time just like anyone. Take care!

Welcome back!!

Won't lie, it's very lovely to hear that my stucky fics are comfort stories for you. That's high praise, seriously.

And I really hope you enjoy the manga! It's still trying to give me a heart attack on a weekly basis, and it's always a pleasure to drag more people into this particular hell 😌

I'm cracking up at your description, but it's accurate for sure. If it helps, Nanami continues to make me fucking insane. His death scene is still my favorite, and while I prefer the manga's handling of it over the anime, they did a beautiful job with his final smile as well as Yuuji's later remembrance.

I shouldn't get started on the Yuuji scene because I will not be coherent (if you hear howling in the wind, it's me), but that scene drove me insane in the manga, and the anime went above and fucking beyond. I keep saying it's orgasmic, and know what, I mean it. Yuuji's expression, the insanely good voice acting, the hunting sequence—fuck me, that's art.

(Brb eating glass.)

Ah, damn :/ I think you could upload it somewhere and send a link on anon, if you'd like to. I used to have submissions turned on, but after Tumblr made it impossible to send anon asks without a blog, some charming fellows started trying to use the submission feature to send me bullshit while circumventing anon block. And now it stays off.

Good luck, and stay hydrated! Or binge like a demon and emerge on the other side sleep-deprived and vaguely feral. I really can't judge because that's exactly what I did 😂 But the upcoming arc should give you plenty of natural break points; it's pretty different from the storyline so far.

And thank you, hon 💗

#anon #i love my anons #werewolf anon

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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The Eddie Munson Tape Dates - Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath

Warnings : Fluff, swearing, guitar, tiny bit of angst, smooch, d&d

In the dimly lit room, soft purple and deep blue drapery floats around you. With your heavily stickered Gibson SG replica at your waist, you approach the microphone and adjust your already drenched aerobic headband.

'Right here we go,' you think to yourself for maybe the hundredth time today, and wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist sweatband. You imagine your look is that of a female Bruce Springsteen.

You look out at your audience and nod at them. The neatly arranged line of plush owls gives you no indication of whether they are enjoying the show or not, but you give them one anyway. You glance over in your full-length mirror, its black metal filagree style frame adorned with photo booth strips of you and Eddie. You laugh at your reflection. Yep, sure, a total Springsteen if he went out on stage and wore my little pony pyjama shorts and an old cut-up white t-shirt.

You grab your smoke from the pearlescent abalone ashtray and put it in the corner of your mouth, turning the music back to the first page of tabs.

The handwriting on the pages was mainly your scribbled notes that you hurriedly jotted down when observing Eddie play his guitar and teaching you little tips and tricks on playing faster but not messily.

You flick back to the start of the book for a moment to read the inscription in red pen, "My Lady in shining armour, may this book start your (only permitted) love affair with music. Take a breath for your mistakes. You got this. See you on the other side for a jam session. Yours forever, Eddie."

A humongous, almost aching grin erupts on your face, and the joint nearly drops from your lips. You just manage to catch it before it plummets to the night sky rug on the floor.

'Forever', you wondered, really could it be? Could he mean that? It wasn't like him to be misleading with words, but he was prone to theatrics. What did that mean anyway? Did it mean it could be like this always? That would be bliss, but there were things to come you weren't sure about. College, touring, work, marriage, a family. You didn't know how much of that you wanted, let alone how much of that Eddie wanted.

'Just enjoy where you are.' your brain advises and draws your eyes to the heavy scar on your inner forearm, 'Any day could be your last', it adds.

You put the smoke out and hoped that furiously practising until pain seared through your forearm tendons or the weed finally hit that sweet spot, you would eventually stop being so nervous about this date.

As you, yet again, launch into a more up-tempo version of 'Burning Love by Elvis, shutting your eyes, singing as loudly as you can at the ever-surprised eyes of the owls, you recall how this all came about.

"You know what? It's gotta be Sabbath again. There are just so many tapes of theirs in here compared to the others," you said, picking up Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath out of the ever-depleting box of tapes placed in the centre of your bed.

"I know, right? It's almost like I'm a fan or something" Eddie's voice dripped with sarcasm as he looked over at you from the other side of the box.

He removed the box and leaned back against the headboard as you frantically scanned the song titles on the cassette sleeve. The sleeve hanging on by its final thread of life, some of the corners dog-eared, partially stained, torn and crumbled. This album had clearly experienced everything life could offer a cassette. You decided to leave it in the case to save you being its final demise.

"Erm, ok, so not the sleep-related ones, I guess…Evil Woman, well, that's me, so it can't be that one, "that comment earned you a tut and smirk from Eddie, "Warning? Maybe some kind of explosives-type thing? Or a demolition derby."

You looked up at Eddie to see if you were even close with your guesses. His wide-open eyes had blinked at you repeatedly, "Seriously, what have I done to you??" a smile appeared across his face, and he grabbed you in a playful headlock, ruffling up your hair.

"I'll have you know, I was always interested in those things. I just hadn't met anyone that they were worth bringing them up to, that's all," you say, pushing your way out of his grapple.

"Sure thing, babe, whatever you say" he chuckled and did that sigh and look over of you, which, depending on mood, you interpreted in two different ways. Either he couldn't believe how he got so lucky, or he couldn't believe how weird you were. You hadn't quite mastered the difference or dared to ask.

He takes the tape away from you and looks over it, "Do you want the good news or bad news first?" He asked, putting the cassette delicately in his jacket pocket that was hanging on the post of the headboard.

You take the opportunity to mimic Eddie, "Bad news first, always!" You said, grinning at him.

"Oh, lady, you are headed for trouble today," he said, trying to repress a smile of absolute mischief, "Anyway…as I was going to say. The bad news is we can't carry out this date today."

You had pouted, then scowled and thrown yourself backwards on the bed with a thud. Glaring at the ceiling like a petulant child.

"But the good news is," Eddie said, crawling over you into view, his hair hanging down, tickling the sides of your face ", when we can do this one, it's going to be so freakin' awesome, babe!" The excitement in his eyes had been visible, like brand new sparkles had appeared in them from out of nowhere, straight from the nearest neighbouring nebula.

"Do I get to know what it is, or does it have to be a surprise?" You asked, pretending to still be annoyed, folding your arms between you and Eddie, making him pout at you. He sat on your hips, giggling, trying to forcefully undo them.

"No!!! I won't have this! I won't! not on Eddie time!" He finally prised them open and threw himself onto your chest, gripping on tightly, his hair all over your face.

"Anyway…before I was rudely interrupted by this act of warfare…you can know if you want to, it's up to you," he said, muffled by being planted face down on your chest.

Gods, this guy. You had just burst out laughing at him. It was impossible to even pretend to be mad with him.

"Ok, ok, you win this time. Yes, I would like to know what it is, please," you said cheerfully and relaxed your arms.

He raised his head and wiggled his way up, making sure not to leave any gaps between your torsos in case those pesky arms got in the way again. He looked down into your eyes, "I'm amazed you still think me winning these things is a turn-based game. I will not relent until victory is mine, babe. Just deal with it!" He pulled your scarred forearm towards his face and placed a line of kisses all the way along it, "You're going to play in a D&D one-shot with the hellfire club!" He looked at you expectantly.

You launched upwards excitedly, almost butting heads, "They're ok with me playing??!! Even though I don't know much about it?" You say, squeezing Eddie's face with pure elation.

Through lips pushed together like a fish, he manages, "Yeh, they bin askin fo a whil now, bu I cou 'n squez yo in campan"

You'd planted a kiss on his face and sprung into action, pacing around the room with character ideas that were not impossible, but Eddie helped you wrangle them into something that could fit the game.

It wasn't until that evening that the reality of that event hit you full force. Hellfire club was held in the drama department, and the last time you'd been there was with your ex, Trent.

To say you were anxious about it was an understatement. What if you bumped into someone you used to know there, and they brought him up or asked after him?

As cruel as it was, you had almost forgotten all about him altogether because of Eddie.

It was probably all going to be ok. He was long gone. The department had probably moved on, right?

One of the owls in front of you raises its wings in the air in applause, and you almost jump out of your skin with fright. It's only when you catch a glimpse of the ringed hand under one of the rings you take a breath.

You quickly remember your appearance and try to rectify it as soon as possible, putting your guitar down gently, then frantically taking off sweatbands, reorganising your hair, grabbing a robe, and offering an embarrassed "Hi" and a wave.

Eddie appears from behind the owls in his usual combination of a band tee, leather jacket, denim vest, ripped jeans and sneakers. He launches himself off the bed and walks over to you, looking curiously, "Where were you just then? I called you a bunch of times. I mean, you're loud, but…"

Remembering you pull the ear plugs from your ears, "Sorry, babe," you offer with a shy smile.

Eddie nods in realisation, "Very wise. How long have you been practising for, exactly?" He asks, inspecting your recently removed headband by picking it up on your hairbrush.

"Uh, since Mama and Pop when out, they should be back soon." You say, getting some clean clothes ready, "Sorry Eddie, I lost track of time."

"Well, yeah, you sure did lose track of time, babe. Your Mom and Dad have been having a dance party downstairs to your music for at least the last half an hour," he says, flicking the headband from your hairbrush to your wicker laundry basket.

"Ah shit. Are they mad?" You ask, transferring fresh towels to your bathroom for the impending speed shower you need to have.

"Not mad at all, babe. I meant that literally. They are dancing downstairs together to your music. If I wasn't so nimble, I would have been dragged into it too," he laughs.

"Oh, ok, that's good then. I'm just gonna hop in the shower, babe. I won't be long," you say, rushing into the bathroom.

You're mid-way through scrubbing your hair when you hear, "So are you gonna tell me why you're nervous about today then? Or shall I use my super sleuth skills?" The voice is coming from the toilet, next to where you were. You poke your head around the curtain, your hair saturated with suds and swirled like soft serve ice cream on top of your head.

"Wow, this is a fashion statement" Eddie smiles back at you, sitting on top of the closed toilet seat, twiddling his rings around.

"Can you get noisier shoes, please? Christ!" You say before hurrying back under the water. You'd been making a concentrated effort to be more open and promised to try your best not to hide things. Eddie had said you couldn't both navigate a problem together if you both didn't know what it was, and this was a team effort.

"I'm worried about going back to the drama department, that's all. You know, because the last time I was there was with someone else." You were being too vague, and you knew it, "The last time I was there was with Trent", you add for clarification.

"That was really good, babe." He says, and you think you detect a bit of pride in his voice, "Honestly, it's all going to be fine, you go past it every school day, and we just go to the raised area and close it off for hellfire, we'll do the same tonight."

"You know what, you're absolutely right. So I can just focus all my nervousness on impressing all your nerd friends by rolling quick hits all night, right?" You say passionately, rinsing your hair out and reach for the towel rail. Instead, your fingers find an extreme absence of towel.

"Eddie?" You call out only to be met with stifled giggling, "Are you really going to make us late to your own game?" You pull back the shower curtain only to be immediately smothered by your towel and rapidly roughly dried until you emerge into your bedroom, in front of your mirror, dry but hair like a bird's nest.

"Thanks?" You say, trying to arrange your hair in some way that resembles a hairstyle.

"The ungratefulness is astounding. Also, its crit hits, not quick hits, babe," Eddie says, throwing clothes at you from the closet, "You know how many people's significant others would literally dry them after a shower? Hmm, do you?!" He says, pure mischief on his face.

You are so shocked by what is happening that you just start putting on the clothing he'd thrown your way, but you were pushed into a chair by your vanity as soon as you had put on Eddie's Judas priest t-shirt. In the reflection, Eddie has gathered your hair in his hands, brushing through it, telling you about his day.

"…so I said, Gareth, there is no way I am drop tuning my guitar for one set list song only. I'll either set up an alternative guitar like that, or we'll create a new set list where the tuning is all like that. Can you believe that shit?" He says, frowning at you in the mirror, still combing through your hair.

He presses play on your stereo, grabs some of the hair separating clips, and starts sectioning your hair. He places clips along his sleeve, one in his mouth and one in his hand, like a conveyor belt, as they are inserted into your hair. His brow furrowed in concentration until completion.

"And that is as much as I can remember…" He says, looking very pleased with himself, standing back and looking at you in the mirror.

You smile back. Still, a little shell shocked, "Thanks, Eddie, that's very helpful. You did an excellent job", and reach for one of the many hair product bottles on the table and hurriedly finish what Eddie started.

He lies on the bed, chin rested on his hands and feet kicked up behind him, as he observes the rest of the process. Well, that is until one of the owl plushies falls on him, a wrestling match ensues, it appears to be no hold barred, and the owl looks to be winning because its other owl friends join in.

You look at Eddie in the mirror playing both himself and a parliament of stuffed owls, and you can't help but wonder how amazing it must be to have his mind, to be this creative, with basically nothing other than his surroundings.

Your laughter calls the match to a halt, making Eddie victorious, apparently. Finally ready to go, you head downstairs and see your parents sitting crossed-legged by the turntable. Your Mama in one of her gloriously psychedelic home tie-dyed kaftans, and your Dad in his beige button-down shirt and red braced tan trousers.

Mama has her head leaning gently on your Pop's shoulder as they sing through the lyrics on the insert of the album playing. Your Dad decides the actual lyrics aren't enough "We're caught in a trout…I can't walk out..because it's got gills, baby."

Your Mama girlishly giggles at him and nudges him in the side. "Tom! You killed the mood of our listening party!" She pretends to complain and gets a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye guys, make sensible choices!" You shout back as you go to leave. Eddie is still observing them, so you grab his hand and pull him after you.

As your get seated in the van, Eddie adjusts the wilted flower on his air vent, "Like, do your folks ever fight or argue?" he says it with a laugh, but you can tell this is a genuine question as he sets off driving down the dusk lit road.

"Of course they do. It's rare, but they do, same as everyone. They just don't let one another hold onto it. They are just super honest with one another, some of which is very brave to say to someone else. They must not worry about it." You try to answer the best you can. You had no idea how they did it, they just did it, and it worked for them.

"Worry about what, exactly?" Eddie says, intrigued, turning down the radio but not taking his eyes off the road.

"Oh, you know, that they might say or do something that would make the other one leave, or cheat or whatever", you mumble softly. Merely saying negative words like this fill your mind with terrible what-ifs.

"Well, you know they only have that because they built that, right? That kinda thing doesn't just happen. I just found it…um… interesting" he taps the steering wheel a few times as the van happily zooms down the road to school.

"No, I guess you're right. It must have taken a long time to get the process just right. I guess I never had to think about it before because it's just the way it is at my house. Interesting…or do you mean weird, babe? It sounds like you mean weird." You smile over at Eddie, whose mischievous smile is playing on his face now that he's been caught in his small fib.

"Alright, weird then, but not bad weird, you know? I just wondered. They aren't the couple role models I'm used to seeing if that makes sense? And shit, as parents, my god! Sensational! It's no wonder you're so great." Eddie says with unbridled enthusiasm. It was beautiful to hear how much he adores your folks, but it also made your heart bleed for him a little bit.

"I'm so glad they can't hear any of what you are saying right now because they would never shut up about it. Like sitting on their porch swing together at 90, or whatever being like.."

You hunch over in your seat and pull your lips over your teeth, doing your best over the top elderly voice, "Do you 'member that nice young man, who said we were sensational, love? "

Eddie's smile grows more expansive, and he gives you a shove, saying, "Alright, alright! Most people would love their boyfriend and parents to get on."

"Oh, I love it, for sure, but I just love teasing you more." You laugh as the van pulls up into the parking lot.

"Alright, let's do this!!" He says enthusiastically, leaping into the back of the van to grab a box brimming with foam structures and figures and his backpack.

School grounds on the weekend were eerie. It felt all sorts of wrong. The halls were empty and echoed as you walked, without all those other bodies soaking up the sound.

As you headed into the drama department, you speed up ahead of Eddie to get the doors for him. You were greeted by some familiar faces, the three other members of Corroded Coffin and Carla, who was currently attached to Gareth's arm and wearing one of his flannel shirts. You smile broadly and whisper to Eddie, "You helped do that, babe. Aren't you proud?"

Eddie is busy setting out the map for the one-shot session. Placing finely crafted and painted elements of the environment, in their positions, from the box you are holding for him. He continues but smiles and shakes his head, saying quietly, "and there isn't a day that's gone by since where I haven't regretted it. The relationship questions are incessant!!"

You take a quick look around. No one is looking directly at you, so you give Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiles and continues with his terrain organising, "Well, ok, I guess it was worth it, then. Your seat is on the right of mine. I left you some goodies."

You walk around the table and see that a seat next to Eddie has already been laid out for you. A pre-made character sheet with your name at the top, a set of polyhedral dice of deep vibrant blue with gold numbers, a pencil with an owl topper, an eraser, a can of mountain dew and a little bowl a mixture of pretzels and M&Ms.

You look over the sheet again. What even was this game? Why were there so many numbers? The way Eddie talked about it, it didn't sound as complicated as it looked to you currently. It sounded like improv.

You look at the seat to your right and see pretty much the same set-up as yours, except the stationary is a real mixture. Some My Little Pony pencils, but erasers in the shape of the most violent-looking maces. A binder covered in Corroded Coffin and heart stickers.

You hear an excited high pitched "Eeeeeeeeee" from just behind you to your right and turn around to face it.

Carla's face beams at you radiantly, "Eddie, said I could help you tonight? I hope you don't mind. I've played a Cleric before, so I'm probably gonna be best to help you." She rambles kindly.

"Oh, thank the gods, seriously, I was starting to worry!" You say, sitting in your seat as Carla scoots her chair over to yours.

"So a Cleric is a divine magic user. You have a deity you worship who gives you your magic through your holy symbol. Your role in the party generally is a healer, but if it comes down to it, you can smack someone into next week. Let's see what you've got," Carla says excitedly, reading over your character sheet.

Her mouth opens a little "Oh my god! Ok, this is special. Your deity isn't even officially in the books yet. She's only in the comics. Selûne, goddess of the moon." Carla marvels at the description and moves the top piece of paper to reveal another.

You know immediately this is one of Eddie's drawings. You can tell by the handwriting and the shading.

Carla guides you around the illustration, the moon's on the armour of the character, a Warhammer with embossed phases of the moon along it resting on the ground, whilst their other arm holds out a shield, their hair is drawn to look like it's blowing in the wind.

Carla is still talking, but you've become lost in the tiny details of the drawing. On the inside of the shield, it has your initial, a plus sign and an E. On the knuckles of the gauntlets are tiny suns. On the inside of the arm, holding out the shield, is a sword tattoo, right where your scar would be. On the character's hip is a pouch with cherries sticking out of it.

And that's when you see it in the top corner of the paper. This is the stationary from the hospital, and yet you'd never seen it before. He'd drawn you as a hero while sitting at your bedside. You feel the lump in your throat start to appear, and a feeling of panic sweeps over you. You can't get upset in front of Hellfire Club.

"You know Carla, I'm just gonna go grab another drink from the vending machine. I just…I mean… I'm sure this game is gonna be thirsty work, right?" You quickly grab your purse and make a quick exit.

"We have plenty here, you know…" Carla calls after you, but you've already got out of there.

You get to the vending machine and gently rest your forehead against it, pushing in a few coins and then the button. You wait for the drop, but it doesn't come. You stand up straight and press the button again, nothing. You push the button to return your money, nothing.

You throw your hands up in disbelief, and you laugh to yourself. You lost your money, but at least you didn't feel like crying anymore, right? You decide to take this as a win and head back in.

"You never could quite get the hang of these things, could you?" Comes a voice from the side of you that makes you freeze with dread. A strategically placed thump on the side of the vending machine, and your can drops from where you can retrieve it.

You grab the can and quickly make some space between you and them. Then, with a tension setting in all over and a slowly sinking feeling, you turn to face them, "Trent" you nod in a tight-lipped thanks and go to head back inside. You have nothing to say to him. Not a single thing.

He'd changed a lot. The previous clean-cut, tight polo shirt wearing, dark cropped hair guy had been replaced by a dirty blonde chin-length-haired, baggy light pants and tweed jacket combo wearing man.

You could sense even his demeanour had changed. Trent was so passionate and/or tense about the next thing. If all six foot one of the guy in front of you got any more relaxed, he might have just turned into a puddle.

It made you a little mad he wasn't even tense seeing you after what he'd done. So you try to push it down. He's not going to spoil this evening. He's just not.

"If it's worth anything, I'm sorry for how things went", he calls after you.

You close your eyes, and your hand tightens around the can, "Why are you even here, Trent?" You say without turning around.

"I'm just visiting some old friends for a while, we were hanging out outside, and I saw you come in here with that weird kid…" He clicks his fingers like he's trying to jog his own memory, "…he was always hanging around the auditorium like some little lost puppy or something until he formed his own band of freaks…Evan, or something, right?"

You felt the anger rise in you. Trent was pushing your buttons, and he knew it. You turn to him. Your eyes must be flaring with fury because his face has his stupid smug grin on it. You wanted nothing more than for the can in your hand to become intimately acquainted with his expression at high velocity.

You are ready to give him both barrels when a girl bursts through the side door, "What's taking so long, my love?" She complains. You recognise her from school. A member of the drama department, obviously, who coincidentally had also been a very close friend of Trent's.

Satisfaction sweeps over you as if this just proved your point. You return his smug grin with one of your own, flip him the bird, and head back into the game.

When you get to your seat, you shuffle the chair a little closer towards Eddie, so your leg can touch his. He's a bit surprised but doesn't seem to mind. Though you knew he probably wouldn't stay sitting in his chair for long. Even when Eddie retold the game events to you, he would have to move around. You write and pass him a little note to say, 'Trent was here, I'm ok.

Eddie swallows, sets his jaw, and looks over at you. You meet Eddie's gaze and silently try to convey everything is ok with a soft blink. He smiles back at you and places his foot, so his ankle rests on yours, under the table.

"Shut up!" He yells, and the rest of the table falls silent, "Shall we begin?" Eddie's eyes ignite at those words, and they glance at each player at the table, inviting you all into his world.

Eddie sets the scene animatedly, and the outside world is gone before you know it. You've been willingly captured into a world of fantasy and intrigue, but as this game isn't intended for one session and for someone who has never played before, the premise is simple. You just had to find out why the village's sheep were missing.

The night is filled with epic successes and abysmal failures as you all work together to get to the root of the problem. Only to discover a small band of goblins are responsible.

A combat ensues, and with Carla's help, your character heals and assists the others who seem a lot more proficient in the ways of battle. You manage to avoid most of the damage Eddie tries to inflict upon your character by the dice rolls. Trying to remove her from being able to help others.

"No, stop. Please, we's only doin' as we's told," Eddie says in a little Goblin voice just as Carla's Barbarian is about to end its suffering.

Carla turns from Eddie to the table and back again, "I'll ask it who is in charge."

"Put uz down then, and we's tell ya", The goblin replies.

The players at the table are an even split on what to do. Carla thinks for a moment, "You know, I think because of her background of having to work for others just to survive, she would ask"

As soon as Eddie is perched on his chair, you all know it was a mistake, "As you put them on the ground, the Goblin takes a last stab at you with its dagger…" Eddie rolls a die and then another "…and hits you for 4 damage."

"Fuck, I'm down", Carla complains. It's your turn in the initiative order next. Eddie turns to you expectantly.

"I'll try to heal our Barbarian," you say like it's obvious.

Eddie shakes his head, holding back a smile. You turn to Carla in a panic, whose head is in her hands as Eddie knocks over her model on the map, "Your out of spell slots, Y/N. You can't heal anyone." Carla says regretfully.

Eddie turns quickly to the next person in the order of events, but everyone else is more than a turn of movement away.

"Wait!" You yell out in a very Eddie-esque way. You stare at the little Goblin figure between you and the prone Barbarian. All that swims through your head is the encounter in the hallway earlier. What would your character have done?

You turn your eyes to Eddie's and, with the faintest of sneers, say, "I want to crush this little fucker's head in!"

Eddie tilts his head, "Go ahead and try. Roll for it."

You look over at Carla and roll your 20-sided die. It lands on a 16. "That hits. Roll your damage," he says, checking his notes and peering over his screen at the table.

Carla points at the most normal looking of your dice set, and you roll it across the table until it settles on a 4. Eddie looks up at you from under his curls, "Why don't you describe to me how you attack this sweet innocent little Goblin…" The table erupts into jeers and shouts at Eddie's characterisation of the goblin that just floored the party's Barbarian. He laughs, looking round at them and then back to you, "…and then I'll tell you what happens."

You feel your fists clench under the table, you glare at the little Goblin model on the map, and you imagine Trent's smug, stupid face in the corridor, "I raise up my hammer, and before bringing it crashing into the side of their stupid smug idiot face, I say, 'Smile you son of a bitch'"

Eddie's eyebrows raise, and he reaches over and flicks the goblin over so hard it flies off the table's edge into the depths of the drama department and gives you a wink.

He turns back to the others, gives them the deathly theatrical demise they want, and finishes up the story's epilogue.

As you help him pack away and thank the others for taking the time out to play, You feel a new respect for this funny little game. Sure all the complexity might be a bit challenging at first, and you probably wouldn't want to invade Eddie's hellfire nights. Still, there was no denying that defeating waking world demons in a fantasy setting, as a hero, for a few hours, felt pretty good.

You spot the goblin on the floor, pick it up and place it reverently back in the box, where Eddie is also putting away bits of the hand-carved and painted landscape.

You half sit on the table edge and look him over, "You knew I'd run out of spells, didn't you?"

"A dungeon master never reveals their secrets," he says without looking up at you.

"And you knew how many hit points Carla had left, and that little thing only needed one good stab. Leaving me with only one thing I could do," you add to the endearing accusation as you toy with his belt loop, "Didn't you?"

He looks over your shoulder a second, then puts the pieces in his hands in the box, moves himself against you, looking down into your eyes, and says softly, "And how did it feel to annihilate that pesky monster."

"Surprisingly, extremely good," You say as your heart races. "You know, I don't think I've ever been happier that someone broke my heart", wrapping Eddie in your arms and kissing him gently.

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The thing that makes me talk about Squidward

The teddy bear he uses when he sleeps and puts beside him

(this teddy bear Squidward got is from the episode called Skill Crane. Squidward is just so angry that he always fails to get the stuffed toy he wants there. He asks for Spongebob's help when he got the teddy bear. He was so happy that he got it.)

Dang Squiddy, not even a thank you? Also- after that episode, we can see in each episode that Squidward sleeps with the teddy bear he won beside him on his bed. Guess it makes him feel comfortable now.

The tattoo on his shoulder.

You guys always know that he has a tattoo on his shoulder right? It's the tattoo we saw from the Bulletin board episode, I'd think that Spongebob knows that Squidward does not have a tattoo so as there revealed he has a rose-red tattoo. Spongebob stays quiet alongside their boss Eugene. This- I don't really know how to explain this hah-

Squidward's mood/emotion when he is around Spongebob

You know? I always kind of get a feeling, that he might like Spongebob because of how he is used to him now. We can see dozens of episodes and seasons of how much Squidward had wished that he was gone. But even if those things happened he would still turn back and get back to him. That is because he couldn't admit how the world changed in Spongebob's appearance.

Squidward turns nice when he hears Spongebob's compliments on his interests. Like jazz or arts. Boy, I can't even believe that Spongebob and Squidward were both entering the Krusty Krab with their winter outfit and Spongebob helping Squidward. Also, he didn't even bother! (out of the picture) And the time in rock bottom street SHEESH. They both were laughing together when they both got back delivering the Krabby patty.

Yes. We know Squidward gets mad when Spongebob crosses his line even if he said he hates him so much, he would apologise and it proved on the episode fools in April where Spongebob cried and Squidward wanted to apologize to Spongebob and he thought it was Spongebob because of the Krusty hat. Patrick is revealed, he told him about Spongebob so Squidward began to feel guilty and worried.

I know- I mean- WE know. He realizes his mistake soooooo guess there it is. Also the episode in the Krusty Krab pizza, we ALSO know Squidward has a soul!

Squiddy: Oh puhLEEZ... I have no soul! *demonic sounds play*

SHUSH YOU HAVE ONE you're being in denial Octopus. Anyway- We saw an encounter of how he saved Spongebob from that boat mobile speeding up. And ALSO a payback from when the customer that ordered with a drink as well but there he cried so bad. SQUIDWARD JUST WENT UP THERE AND SAYS "Well this one is on the HOUSE!" HE LITERALLY DID THAT FOR HIM-

The episode in bubble bass's tab is so interesting!

Squidward and Spongebob dancing? WOW this is so heart-pounding because WE CAN SEE THEM DANCING AND SMILING TOGETHER!

Spongebob you're fired!

this episode made me frikin jump as if I just hit the roof so hard that it actually BROKE. SQUIDWARD HE PROTECT SPONGE using his Krabby patty suit. Also after Spongebob gasped at Eugene saying Squidward. He undisguised himself and HE HOLD SPONGEBOB'S HANDS AND LOCKED EYES TO HIM LIKE HE WAS FUDGING PROPOSING.

His mood whenever Spongebob and Patrick are both together and talking.

I could tell in honesty, SQUIDWARD IS IL JEALOUS. About that episode love that squid. I can tell by how Squidward act about it. and so even if it is a "pretend date of Spongebob roleplaying as squilvia" why would HE be jealous? It's just a Pretendeo dateo isn't it?

I know Squidward reads magazines and newspapers even books!

I know there are not a lot of books he has on his bookshelf. But I could know. Spongebob's big birthday blowout Squidward and Spongebob's friends are at his house to have a big surprise birthday blowout party for him. Squidward hasn't come to his basement library EVER. So what if Squidward heard something from Spongebob that he has a library and begins to have a ding on his brain lol?

The new episode of The Big Bad Bubble Bass

I notice something that instead of ignoring Spongebob knocking on his door. HE DIDNT FORCE SPONGEBOB AND PATRICK TO GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE like- Squidward? Are you for real? ARE YOU FOR REAL? Also, we saw an image of Squidward the first appearing on the right glass window laughing down at bubble bass so Spongebob joins in appearing on the left window and they both laughed.

As Squidward then REALIZED he had been laughing with Spongebob AND STOPPED. So after that, Bubble Bass's mother approached his house and as it is shaking we see a scene where Squidward is in the painting room where he paints and PATRICK AND SPONGEBOB ARE JUST THERE.

(So I'm having a theory that Squidward tells to both of them that he will let them both stay here just because of that mean bass. In return for repaying him is not to touch his stuff and follow Squidward's rules)

Also, the new episode called Sea-Man Sponge Haters Club

We know in this episode that Squidward is used to Spongebob trespassing his house. When Spongebob asks Squidward to get him a scoop or a cup? of saltwater. He didn't even deny it and just played for it. We also can see Spongebob and Squidward both close together watching his house burn down. He wasn't even mad about it because this is the USUAL Spongebob would do. Spongebob knows this as well so he just backed away. He knows that even if HE apologizes to him. Squidward will never always forgive him.

#squidbob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #writing #proving some things #spongeward

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hearts4-robin · 2 years

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featuring. Tzai, Brooklyn, Atlas, Serenity

genre. evertyhing in one, its random headcanons

warnings. swearing, sad Serenity

robin's note. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. me and Tzai were talking about hugging and I started making hc's so here we are. This is with https-volley team headcanons and Tzai and Robin as siblings too.

[𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

. collects Japanese soda bottles

. has those soda chapsticks (they lick their lips immediately after applying it too)

. has a bucket list for trying every soda possible

. absolutely LOVES going to convenience stores at 2 AM with anyone, really

. went on a walk with Robin and Atlas and the two ended up doing their best with braiding flowers and other fun things into their braids

. loves physical affection and always leans on people

. would love to read and be all aesthetic w/ it but the attention span is just not there

. makes Robin and Tzai do their eyeliner because they once poked themselves in the eye and gave up since

. is such a big hugger, they will jump and wrap their whole body around you. arms around the neck and legs around the waist

. is at the same time so scared of getting dropped ^

. poor baby got so shy when Tzai, Atlas, Serenity and Robin came to cheer for them at track

. is so so so emotional and cried so hard when they got flowers for the first time

. would sell their soul to get to drag the others to a concert with their favourite artist(s)

. taught the others Kpop dances with Robin

𝐓𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨

. warm, somewhat firm waist hugs is his thing

. doesn't like physical affection but hug/hold his hand at the right time and he'll melt in your hold

. names all his plants. every. single. one.

. thinks everyone is cute when they do the tiniest things

. wears gloves all the time and says its to keep his pulse warm but its really just to look cool

. spent a whole day being taught how to make those monster tab chains by Robin

. goes to Robins room when he can't sleep

. considers Brooklyn as his little sibling as well and feels like he has to take care of both them and Robin

. argues daily with Atlas over why he should be 6'0" and Atlas shouldn't

. has the coolest journal even though he doesn't think its cool

. writes to his comfort characters like it was a diary

. listen to the neighbourhood, there's a lot of that on his crying playlist

. learned Kpop dances with Robin and Brooklyn

. thinks he's the strongest (he is not)

. OG at kissing boys infant of homophobes

. love hate relationship with his volleyball position cause "he's not ideal for an ace" (apparently reporters are professional volleyball coaches and trainers now)

𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲

. needs a leash, honestly

. seems pretty calm but you can literally see him start shaking excitedly whenever someone listen to it closely

. favourite cuddling position is when whoever is snuggled right against his chest, inside his hoodie so they're both snuggled up in the same hoodie

. has fallen asleep like that with all of them at least once

. it's body tempature is always quite high so he's like Baymax from BH6 to the whole team

. 100% listen to QUEEN with Robin and Serenity

. still believes in goblins and such so whenever its like full moon or something, you can bet your ass the whole team is going on a goblin hunt with sticks and stones

. if you need someone to cry to, dont go to Atlas, it doesn't know how to handle it

. team interviews are always so messy cause it takes Atlas a few seconds to translate the question to everyone

. the most asked question for over a year to him was "are you French?" because Brooklyn and Serenity had told everyone he was French

. Atlas once found out that cold pillows actually exist and he'd fr kill for one. Needless to say, Brooklyn won "teammate of the year" when they got him one

. for some reason, he knows how to tell a lot of birds apart

. has like 400 books and have only read two

. gets taught Kpop dances by Brooklyn and Robin

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

. carries medical things for everyone everywhere (this includes Robins 5 different medications and bandages for Brooklyn because they need it)

. has the coolest style every and carries a bag with like 5000 rooms everywhere

. has the cutest nose ever like, its everyones favourite nose to boob

. proud captain of the volley team. proud as in "im so proud of my team for beating up that homophobe. If they'll end up in jail?... man I dont know, I didn't do it, they did, they're not my responsibility."

. received a whole ass documentary on his and Atlas' friendship edited and directed by Robin and featuring Tzai, Atlas and Brooklyn

. wears "free dad/mom hugs" shirts at pride parades

. always has sun glasses on them, no one knows why

. will absolutely pulverise you in any type of boardgames, you have no chances (except monopoly, you might have a chance)

. still plays among us with the team

. always wins when she plays among us with the team

. brags about their height whenever Atlas isn't around, its not fun when Atlas is there somehow

. carries around a note book with translations for Robin because they clearly need it

. if you can't find the captain after a game they're probably snuggled up besides Atlas in the bus while Robin and Brooklyn is dancing to Shakira and Tzai is reading Pokémon

. once tried to bake as a coping mechanism and now he brings freshly baked cake/bread to every game/practice

. suffers in silence and begins crying whenever someone notices and gives her a hug </3

DO NOT STEAL/COPY/TRANSLATE. ONLY MUTUALS/TAGGED CAN REBLOG <33

@https-hades-inferno @https-celestial-blessing @https-tzai-cove @https-ethereal-gardens

#darling; brooklyn #big bro tzai #sweet cheeks; serenity #pups; atlas

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 9 months

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8.6.23 Sunday

12:51 am

Self-realization right now, hoping that my angels here and there and somewhere can defend me or back me up in Iqor ( preposition in - places with boundary). Still, having windblow trap...

My English is influenced by English-English and American-English, I wanna point out my used of prepositions are mixed of English and Americans coz I read English-Penguin Novels... The English on is sometimes reverse on American English.

1:49 am

Still,having windblow trap hoping for wing-blow up!

Can't sleep and panicking...I need money and job... Still, "burning the midnight oil" ...I hate being killed by Iqor conspiracy on having 25... I want some positivity...

1:56 am

My aunt told me to learn English and some of my teachers way back told me to learn it coz my face was really cute and my adoptive parent's ( one is alien, a japanese ) meaning I had a foreign background of being a japoy ( japanese and pinoy) I should learn English.

I was just quiet, I followed their advice to learn English but I didn't really believe them that my face was cute...

Now, I still feel ugly,fat and old and reallly wrinkled even down there... I have complex and thinking of my "deep smile lines"..It is my self-pity these days...

9:41 am

Hmm.... Uncle Jun went to forest to meet Georgia and Betsilog'Z gang ( wearing a plastics coat??).

I just saw this... I pity that coke...

I used to buy champagne or sparkling wine.... Lifting up seats... Bitterish....

9:58 am

Uncle DD is here... Hmm.... Hmm...

The father figure is here...

12:36 noon

The Mystery Lover's ( Uncle DD and Aunt Karen ) went home already just checking the situation here. They covered some bills as bridging for now. Nothing extra's just for df and soap here and nothing else...

I still need friends to lift me up... That is the purpose of having friends in your life.

8:25 pm

Done,eating dinner and other routine that I usually do... Kinda tired, resting now but still I need to do stretching coz my S-bones are still aching... I'm so dying to have my massage therapy and hope God will hear me and good angels will guide me in this world.

I'm still thinking of money and job that can make me survive and for me to have a better future and for me to be able to buy Starbucks, I dream of buying it everyday ( if not at least I can every now and then )...

I still have complex... I still feel self-pity... Longing to have friends and I hope it will be the start, in a lil while...

I still have windblow trap and hoping and praying for a dinosaur along the way of meeting an another dinosaur... Praying to meet good souls that can really value with maturity the fresh bonding of friendship...

I'm out of lotions though Mystery Lover's( Uncle DD and Aunt Karen) gave some alms for dog's df and shampoo, of course I don't have extra now, I need help on John's stuff for the meantime...Life is scary if you don't belong and if you don't have friends...

I did buy df, shampoo for dogs and sachet of shampoo for me and paid the store again plus I bought a dewormer tabs for John ( coz he badly needs it now ) .. Still, they can't assist me correctly... But I appreciate and thankful for df and dog's shampoo...

I grew up since I was 13, I never let my skin expose without lotions... I always had so many different bottled lotions and cologne... One of my colognes during my teenage years was this "angel's breath" it is either the smile or giggle or love.

It is difficult to face the truth and some new unknown souls to me gave me wounds for judging and commenting on me, these days...

But this is living, this is life for now and this is believing...

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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11/17/22

Ugh I went back to Twitch and... man, the social bug just bit me and I wanted to just be in the chat and talk to people. I miss socializing regularly. It's really nice when it happens, especially real human connections, but after a long time in isolation 1) it can get overwhelming and I don't notice it because I'm just happy to be around a person, and 2) it can suck to go back to being alone.

But Twitch chat... at least the places I've been going lately... you're literally just "guy in the chat". You can become a regular somewhere I guess, but most of these people have a lot of viewer turnover I guess. That's probably it, all the RPers have a lot of viewer turnover so they just never really get to know people much. A lot of them don't even have people like... interacting with them. Like they ask chat a question and just... dead air. Which haunts me because that shit used to happen to me too, and it's a horrible feeling. So it makes me want to chat with them, and get to know them. But I start getting social anxiety pretty convincingly.

I guess that's the hardest part of my anxiety's evolution once exposed to a lot of trauma. It started getting more convincing. Like... my worries, my "what if's". They didn't really get more frequent, or louder. They got more creative, and they started convincing me more. Like "Hey man, you know you can't make an appointment for your car after like 4 hours of sleep. You're not all there in the mornings. You're going to forget to mention something, or you're going to fuck it up somehow, maybe say 'yes' to an appointment that you don't actually want? Better try again tomorrow." And I read that shit back now and go... um... I really believe this shit? Like... it's embarrassing. Like... if I forget something I can literally just call back. And I will straight up just not make appointments, sometimes for weeks if I'm in a really bad place. Just because of that. Because I'm not 100%, because I'm too tired.

But my anxiety (back-brain) has got some pretty firm roots in my imagination, and that means it uses the same creative muscles I (front-brain) use. So as my art has evolved, as my inspiration has evolved, so has my anxiety. Every horror movie becomes an analogy, every surrealist painting becomes a metaphor. Just as my art comes out of me through creative expression, the same can happen within me, my anxiety speaks the same language as my inspiration. Duh, of course it does, they're all me! XD

I'm pretty high... But I mean it, my anxiety has just been really fucked lately, and I haven't been thinking to question it enough. I'm trying to lay off myself a bit more lately, doctor's orders, but it's hard seeing myself... set up an entire day to record drums and just... not do it because I couldn't figure out in Cubase how to properly line up a click track to a song I wanted to cover. So I just tried to troubleshoot that for like an hour, and then got frustrated and quit. Instead of tabbing out the entire song and then forming it through MIDI tracks in Cubase, like I used to, I was going to put the two songs back-to-back in Cubase, sync up the tempo to the songs, and then just record myself playing along with the song itself. But I can't do that without the tempo, and it has a weird section where I can't tell if it's just a time signature change or a full-on tempo change. Not sure if there's that much of a difference at a certain point. But the new interface is just... I just don't know my way around yet. So it gets under my skin a bit. And it just gives my anxieties a firm enough handhold to tear it all down.

I pledged to try again tomorrow. At the end of the night, I finished beveling and polishing a really nice quartz specimen I cleaned up that I found just like... on a trail on a mountain nearby. Just in the middle of the path in a pile of gravel. It was a good quarter size, pure clear quartz with a few imperfections, I sanded it down to about the size of the metal part of a USB connector. It's very pretty, it came out very nice. Even with natural angles, like with imperfect symmetry, it still looks very nice.

But the big theme today was socializing. Bonding with new friends and reconnecting with past selves. I feel very bad for how many walls have gone up in my trust department lately. I'm really insecure and have been having a hard time trusting. I guess just in general. And I know it's the trauma, you know? It's just echoes, often very subtle ones. And I try to just power through it sometimes, or get grumpy with myself, or worst - sometimes it convinces me. It's a byproduct of being betrayed, like flinching. Like emotionally or habitually flinching. Is that a good analogy? It feels like it. So like... if someone wants to see my old work from 2 lifetimes ago... I mentally flinch, because of what others did to him. Which leads to what other might do to me. This flinch is not everywhere, which is good. And I'm getting much better at explaining it to people, which I never used to do. I used to just avoid and stuff it down and deny it even to myself. Now - I guess a lot of group therapy helped with this - I feel like a person in AA 90% of the time. Probably because I ran through a bunch of the AA steps just... because I saw it helped a lot of people I met along my journeys and I felt there must be something to it. And I didn't want to be the only non-alcoholic at AA. So I really have started like... going up to people and going "hi, I'm _____ and I have PTSD. I'm an artist too, so I'm super weird as fuck. See?" <show them necklace with mummified red tailed hawk talon on it> <show them prayer beads> <show them metal band t-shirt>

I forget how people are supposed to normally interact with eachother, and at this point I'm afraid to ask. And I honestly don't know if I want to remember, just being frank. I don't like the pain of having my honesty and trust betrayed. In fact, I'm pretty severely traumatized from that happening repeatedly. But I'm not sure if I'm willing to sacrifice the experience of truly bonding with someone at a deep level, being truly honest, sharing your heart and soul with people. I'm not sure if I'd sacrifice that just to save myself the pain of betrayal. I'd rather just learn how to notice and get out of really unhealthy situations. That's the therapy I'm working on now.

See... when I went to this Retreat place because I got too high and freaked out and thought I was dying and went to the local Counseling Service and told them... and they referred me to the biggest mental health facility in the state, a former asylum. I'm not talking about that tonight, and hehe I'm doing my AA thing again. When I went there I ran into a lot of people from a lot of walks of life. A lot of alcoholics, a lot of suicidal people, some heavy hard drug users, some people kinda like me, some people way more "normal" than the above who were probably like "why the fuck did I come here?" I remember vividly talking to a staff member and them mentioning how often they get positive feedback and requests for the workshop on Boundaries. Like. Literally everyone wanted it every time, and said it was super helpful, and not just bullshitting on surveys, like people straight up came up to them and said "you need to do this shit every day."

I suck big old floppy donkey dick at setting boundaries. By that, I don't mean I can't do it. I mean I don't always know when, or how. I'm clumsy with my boundaries, out of inexperience. It's a difficult thing to be a "grown adult" and be a complete beginner at something. For some reason... If you can just bring out your inner child in those moments, good lord is it helpful. (just a little life hack) And a big thing they taught in the boundaries workshop was that boundaries are both about like... the things you say "no" to, obviously... but also what you say "yes" to. Like... confidence, I guess. Like when someone asks you out on a date and you do like them, will you let yourself say yes right away, fully expressing how you feel? Or is there a boundary there? You know? So managing boundaries is both an exercise of reducing risks in unhealthy environments, and adding "risks" in healthy environments. And I guess a big part of that is learning to discern between healthy and unheathy environments. Which you'd think would be easy... but it turns out it isn't.

So yeah. Pulling the curtains on the therapy workshop here tonight, I just thought I'd share because my social anxiety and boundaries have been through the roof the past few weeks, probably the highest they've been since I was a preteen. And I let them down a bit today and it brought warmth to my heart. And I'm grateful I let myself come out of my cave for a bit.

It's late again. :( Gonna try to get this started earlier tomorrow.

Oh and the Tarot card pulls for today's study were King of Pentacles - that one is like... who I'd love to be. And The Tower. Which... is not a fun one, but is coming soon regardless. Both exciting and terrifying, lots of big feelings. Like Ace of Cups, which came up again at the top of the deck. What a coincidence! XD

I want to leave on a positive thought. Hmm. I watched one of my old vocal cover songs from like 10 years ago and I was impressed with my own voice. I remember missing a lot of notes at the time, but listening back now is like... my leading notes just add character. Especially since everyone just pitch corrects everything nowadays. My shit was 100% natural pitch, and it showed. Knowing how little production value went into it - you know, because I did it myself - I was very impressed with Past me. And I'm really glad I never stopped singing, because I think my singing actually got much better. My screaming fell off due to lack of practice, but my hip-hop flow is right on point and my singing has gotten much better. I may not have the same range I did back then, but I think my tone, pitch accuracy and sustain are better. We'll see for sure once I fucking just reeeecoooorrrdd muuuussiiiiicccc dammit! XD

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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insuferrablewhore · 2 years

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blog no 1 - fml.

early this morning, around one thirty i came into my moms room to retrieve the kindle and she said no because its too late and she deleted my book. for reference the book i was reading was american psycho. when i asked why she deadass said "because it had graphic descriptions of awful things like rape" girl that's the whole fucking point omfg 😭😭

i might just re-download it but what if i forget to delete it once and she finds out. things had just been getting interesting because he killed that homeless guy. ugh fml. i did just read girl, interrupted in stead but like still.

you know whats kinda funny, i had just written about six paragraphs about my day and was deciding that its not all that bad, and then my mom comes in and i had to close the tumblr tab without saving it as a draft because my mom doesn't allow me to be on tumblr. fuck my life.

i'll just sum it up, i went to the mall today with my friend and my best friend, tried to find ultraviolence (the cd), did not find ultraviolence, my moms friend is sleeping over at ours because shes visiting from another city until sunday, my mom said we probably can't move to the uk, all the popular girls hate me and that's pretty much it.

i watched gone girl a couple of days ago (i had already read the book but whatever), the next day i watched thirteen, which i must say turned out way better then i thought it would and i now want to be tracy freeland, started reading american psycho (i've already watched the movie) and started girl, interrupted which i thought i should read before watching the movie. my best friend is also going to get me lolita as a late birthday gift, so its going kinda well. and on a side note, i have really been loving the arctic monkeys recently.

anyways, mom says i have to go to bed soon even though her and her friend are still talking at the dining table. goodnight.

#girlblogger #girl interrupted syndrome #another day another slay #should i kill myself #do i need my own hashtag #amydunneisagirlboss

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo

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