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python333 · 8 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”��

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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privitivium · 2 months

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Lactation with both motherly and fatherly yanderes pleaseee 🥺?

(What's your favourite milk flavour? Mines chocolate and sometimes strawberry)

sure. i liek... whole milk. By itself - no additional flavors.... occasionally i fw chocolate milk... edited;; my mistakes!

motherly + fatherly yan x amab reader, seperately

cw;; male lactation... disturbing content if lactation isnt ur thing!!! nipple play. :3

mother... stay at home while you work. coming home to suckle on his tits after a "stressful" day of being nagged and harassed by fatherly. would be all up in that bro!! like... his soft chest... proudly on display when you come home... mindlessly fiddling with the newspapers and looking for a five-letter word for firefighter when you come up from behind... turning him around, nuzzling into him wordlessly before groping his body while suckling on his leaky bud... you wanna say you have an effect on it? complaining - heaving out his moniker of "mom... mmfgh.. ma..." while tonguing so dutifully around his areola just to tease him. he doesn't mind... merely laying - sitting on the couch with you in his lap and face buried in his tits -

moaning and groaning at how "good" he tastes. he thinks he has the upperhand between him and his... rival of sorts. i mean, who's the one you come home to go sleep with afterall?? him. him him him... he's the one you bury your face into, so affectionately and mumbling "mom.. momma.." under your breath as you fiddle with his pecs - watching as the liquid warmth spurts as you experimentally and gently pinch at his nipple... mother whining softly, but so eager for you to mess with his body - tearfully cooing at you, nipples sore and sensitive - yr warm mouth would be the perfect cure!

father... type of dude to take some kind of meds or some kind of installment just to have milky tits in the first place!!! gets disappointed when it doesnt immediately start "leaking" in the first week and gets embarrassed when it's showing through his extravagant button-up shirt - and in front of you no less - with his fucking blazer off?!?!! it was plain to see the spots. obviously you take advantage of the fact... taking some kinda meds or something just to lactate, an impulsive action... thoughts getting to him that you like mother more than him, so... why not try and... i dont know, act motherly... he didnt anticipate it actually happening in his fucking workplace.

shoving him against the wall or merely at his desk - sitting inbetween his legs and suckling at his tit like a man starved.. uncaring of his little whimpers and whines at how theyre so sore but your warm tongue feels so good circling around his areola and ah- the way your teeth ever so slightly grace his leaky bud... please, j-just.. his hand curling around the back of your head, you were so cute ... yr eyes closed and looking content yet focused... eyebrows furrowed as you indulged yrself in the liquid warmth his tits provided you. an easy quick drink instead of punching the fucking vending machine for a water or soda - you must admit, fatherly yans tits did have quite the taste...

motherly w sub reader. all im thinking about is him shoving his tit in readers mouth like in that one fic i mentioned... long ago....... is sure to comfort you and coo at you if you feel embarrassed doing so!!! liek.. "uhh... it's just..." gesturing to his leaky nipples with a weirded out expression as if to say really? lactation?! And you want me to drink it... ㅡ and mother was careful to to place a small plastic cup to catch the leak... and... offering said cup to you wordlessly - donning a warning glare and a polite smile. uhh.. sure... trying not to gag as you nervously sip the drink and finding it to be ... tasty. a bit gross.. warm. you've never really drank warm milk but - you find yourself hesitantly placing your lips over his nipple and trying so hard to ignore his soft huff of ... contentment? you didnt want to say pleasure. "my... sweet boy." murmuring praises as he runs his hand over your head, playing with your ear and subtly pushing your face to bury in his tit - butterflies swarming his tummy as you subconsciously swirl your tongue - trying to lap it up. ugh.

#motherly yan!#fatherly yan...#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #yandere x male reader #also could work w sub reader #so #yandere m x m reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere male x reader

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maddsmallow · 9 months

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" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

consider supporting me on ☕! ko -fi. com / maddsmallow (without spaces)

#detroit become human #dbh #hankcon #detroit: become human #d:bh #fem!connor #fem!hank #connor rk800 #hank anderson #fem!hank anderson #dbh genderbend #conhank #hannor #dbh fanart #dbh connor #dbh hank #idk what else to tag this as #my art #the blogger says words

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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☆.｡.:* 07. so it goes... ✍︎

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☆.｡.:* cruel summer

☆.｡.:* synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

ㅤㅤ ╰ཱི ࣭ ࣪ ❁𝆬 ࣭ ྏ ࣭ ͘ ｡ ࣪ ✐ yntaylorsversion is live! ̣ ࣪ ྌ

“Hi, chat!” You greeted with a light smile as viewers began to flood into the stream, a little more people than you’d usually get. You quickly fumbled with your settings until your webcam turned on and a little video of your face popped up in the corner of the stream.

You gave a wave to the camera, and then picked a random playlist to play in the background. “Hi, guys!” You said again for the people who joined after your first greeting.

“So, today, we’re playing on a new minecraft server with Venti and Xiao!” You explained as you changed from your starting screen to the minecraft tab, your mouse hovering over the join server button. You take a quick glance at the chat to see what they’re saying.

rainbow-dreams

HELP DONT EXPOSE THE SERVER IP 😭😭

ynluvs

ur my comfort streamer but do we really need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row 🧍

rxtten_bxnes

beep beep eueueueu

kazu_zu

I can’t believe ur friends w childe?? have you not read the thread of what he’s done 🤨

“I’m not gonna leak the IP! At least, I hope I don’t. And yes, we do need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row,” You said as you kinda unintentionally made liking Taylor Swift apart of your brand.

“Okay, I’m going to join the VC real quick,” You said as you looked over at your discord, looking for the vc that Venti and Xiao were in. You found them at the very last one labeled vc 69…. How mature of them :)

“—aaaAAAAAAAA,” Venti’s voice immediately filled your ears, causing you to flinch.

“Venti, shut up,” Xiao said with a groan. “Hello, Y/n,” He said, clearly already annoyed with Venti.

“Hi! Why are we screaming?” You asked while your ears recovered from the screech.

“I was being chased by a spider,” Venti said, reminding you to actually join the world.

“Your fault for running into a cave with no touches,” Xiao said. “I’ll bring your stuff back to spawn,”

“Thank you, Xiao-Xiao!” Venti replied, knowing that Xiao didn’t like Venti calling him that.

“Never mind!” Xiao responded. You chuckled at the conversation between the two, finally clicking the join server button and loading into the server.

“Wait, I’m sorry!! Please bring my stuff to spawn?” Venti pleaded. “Please please please please pleaseeee?”

“That was like… six pleases you gotta say yes, Xiao,” You laughed.

“Alright, fine,” Xiao caved in.

“Y/n, are you joining?” Venti asked.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just taking forever to load,” You responded, tapping your fingers against your desk. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you spawned into the minecraft server.

Your two friends were just… standing there awkwardly waiting at the spawn, it seemed.

“You could’ve at least given me a jump scare warning!” You said, punching Venti’s in game character and watching him die just from that, his inventory of flowers and apples spreading out across the spawn area.

“Why were you on one heart??” Xiao asked, exasperated.

“Uhhhh…” Venti said as he spawned back in. “Fall damage?” He responded as if he wasn’t sure.

Xiao crouched in game, giving Venti his flowers and apples back.

“Aww, thank you!” Venti, crouching and moving closer to Xiao. “Mwah!” He acted as if his Minecraft avatar kissed Xiao’s and then ran away.

“Ewwww,” You groaned, dramatically, at the show of (pixalated) affection.

The three of you went through the regular new Minecraft server motions, punching trees and mining ore… or in Venti’s case picking flowers and dying every five seconds. You had found a pretty little flower field and started building a cozy little starter home.

Everything was going pretty nice! Until…

“Chat, I am focused on building this roof right now, I cannot read what you’re saying!” You noticed the chat going by a little faster, but you were too hyper focused on making the roof for your little cottage.

“Y/n!!” Venti said. “Y/n, look out!”

“Not now, Venti,” You said, placing the second to last block

“It’s hopeless, Ven” Xiao sighed.

“Huh—” You were knocked off the roof, taking additional damage along with the fall damage. Turning around, you saw another player standing on top of your house.

Scaramouche ran the other direction; you followed behind, stringing out sentences of curses.

authors note: ignore that the mc screenshot is obviously edited i dont have friends who plays minecraft LMAO. ngl writing third person is out of my comfort zone so i hope this is decent lmao

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#smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #piers writes #cruel summer : chapters

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alowerose · 2 months

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Ditto - Yang Jungwon

말해줘 say it back,

oh, say it ditto

Welcome to part.1 of Ditto. Jungwon x reader. No need for warnings (i think)|| enjoy :)

Being a bad student is shitty. No matter how hard I try I just cant get good grades, well except for photography and videography class. My cam recorder and camera are basically two extra limbs on me. I have a passion for capturing moments and beauty. I film everything I can. I wish filming could make my math grades better, but sadly it cant. I know something that can though.

Yang Jungwon.

The dimpled quiet boy with top grades.

Hes the quiet kid in the class, barely spoke to his classmates, including me. That smart quiet kid in your class where you would wonder what goes through his head, what are his interests, will he ever talk more than a few words? Hes so mysterious. Always on top of his classes and yet so humble. Theres one main issue though. He hates getting filmed.

Thats the main problem when he tutors me in math. But what can I say? - its my passion

Besides, the only interesting thing in that studyhaul where he tutors me is him. The broken old chairs and desks or the chalkboard that should've been replaced years ago are not interesting enough to get captured. But a human? Definitely.

Im zooming into his brown sparkly eyes and then pan to his concentrated face. His darkbrown hair hangs lose onto his forehead. His clear-framed glasses sit comfortably on his nose. Hes explaining something about binomials or whatever the topic is. I only notice his voice tone, soft yet crispy, calm but desirable. Im getting distracted by his face and almost hypnotized by his voice. Im zoned out as I admire him through the cam recorder. He gets annoyed as he sees me not paying attention and scolds me. "Stop filming me, seriously Im here to tutor you and you need to learn so focus."

I groan. Its always like that when he tutors me. I dont stop though and just keep recording him.

He frowns a bit more and looks at me as he sighs "hey...how about we go to a better place? So you can stop filming me and film something else."

I was curious and actually liked that idea. A better place? "What place are you thinking?"

"The beach a few streets down" he replied calmly. He waits for my response.

"Sure lets gaur!" I reply enthusiastic.

At the beach

I was standing foot-deep into the water filming the waves. The waves moved in smooth, circular motions. The water was still with only the occasional small ripple. I aim the cam recorder at Jungwon taking in his every movement. As I continue to look at him I couldn't help but be struck by his beauty. His darkbrown hair was blown around by the wind. His features were sharp and yet soft at the same time. His eyes are closed in a relaxed way making him appear very peaceful. The soft sunrays shine on him giving him an ethereal glow. His clear-framed glasses sat comfortably on his nose and his necktie hung losely around his neck. His schooluniform had a few buttons undone. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful mixture of pinks and purples and a little touch of orange. The waves lapped at my feet, and the sound of the waves makes this whole scene even more peaceful and almost intoxicating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm as I kept filming Jungwon. I felt as if the world has stopped and its just him and I.

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance.

"You know youre not half as bad as I thought...we should come here more often." spoke Jungwon only opening his right eye to look at me.

I felt mt heart beating faster. What is this feeling...

"S-sure!" Holy shit why did I say it like that...

Jungwon gave me his signature smile.

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scaraaamouche · 1 year

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College Adventures w Scaramouche and Kazuha, episode 3 (fluff) (college AU)

✦ Pairing: Scaramouche x afab!reader x Kazuha (she/her pronouns use)

✦ Summary: party time where scara meets an old friend and the night ends differently than planned...

✦ Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people, idk, scaramouche hot, kazu scara n reader are not yet in a relationship (keyword: not yet)

✦ A/n: im alive n in my exams so

✦ Wordcount: 1100

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

previous part next part

“I have an idea.” Aether said before taking a bite of his breakfast. The next morning had come by and you and the boys were still recovering from the small yet lag. “How about, hear me out, we throw a party. Like we used to back in the day. Invite everybody from highschool, it’ll be a blast."

Aether didn’t have to say more before you had already jumped up from your stool and up the stairs. Running down not twenty seconds later with your phone in hand. Already typing away on it.

“I like the way you think.” you said, stopping to look up at Aether.

‘Why hello there, old friends. How are you guys holding up? Back in town already for Xmas with the fam? Aether and I definitely are. But of course, drumroll… our parents aren’t home. So; what do we say? Xmas party at ours tonight at 9? Just to relive the old days.

Kind regards; Aether and Y/n

Ps. do bring some friends, everyone is welcome ;) Pps. we still got the best alcohol dw

“You still got that message list?” Aether laughed. At some time in high school when your parties were almost happening every weekend you created a message list. Write a message, press the button and boom your whole school got the message with information about the party.

“For special occasions.”

You laid your phone down on the counter as you took away the boys' empty plates. Not even ten seconds later the replies started arriving.

“Holy shit, that’s a lot of messages.”

Kazuha and Scaramouche were still pretty shocked to see this side of you. Not that they didn’t like it, no no they loved it. You walked around like you owned the place–which you probably almost did–and they found it amazing. You switched from being a sweet innocent girl to bossy business woman.

“Call Crepus, tell him we need our regular, but double. Seeing we can actually get him to bring us alcohol because we're not underage anymore.” you smiled as you thought back to all the generous tips you gave the man to keep quiet about the alcohol deals.

And so later that night the doorbell rang for the first time that night. You and Aether ran to the door (literally), to greet the first guests. Opening the door you looked up to an unknown face.

“Hi?” Aether said.

The tall guy was pushed out of the way and a blonde boy appeared from behind him.

“Thoma!” you threw your arms around said males neck, it had been years (literally) since you saw him. He had moved out of town in the middle of senior year and so you had not seen him since.

“Hello, my lady.”

After about an hour the party was fully going on, people had listened when she said ‘do bring some friends’. Scaramouche and Kazuha both walked around a bit, sticking close to either Aether or y/n. It seemed Kazuha and Thoma (+his friends) had both known each other by name due to attending the same school for a while, so they had some fun catching up.

Scaramouche his little grin was nowhere to be found when he locked eyes with a certain ginger. Said ginger walked up to him and swung an arm around his shoulders. How he ended up here Archons know why, but Scaramouche wasn’t happy about it.

“Got lost, old friend? How did you end up at this party? Any party, really.” Childe laughed. The two had met in high school before Scaramouche transferred to Sumeru. Childe had made it his little hobby to annoy the living shit out of Scaramouche in the three years they shared the same school.

A hand quickly gave his a squeeze before you appeared in his vision, a small smile on your face–though your pupils were big and your words slurred a little. “He’s not lost, he’s my guest here for Christmas break.”

“Ah so you're forced to attend- wait what? Guest? Y'all actually know one another?”

“Roommates, actually.” Kazuha appeared on your side, arm around your waist.

Childe’s mouth fell open, he had vaguely known Kazuha’s name here and there around his school. Always hearing good things about him, how smart he was, handsome, charming.

“Damn, lil man, you got it good.” And with that Childe disappeared, leaving the three of them alone.

Scaramouche sighed, looking at the two in front of him. Both their eyes are a little bloodshot, big pupils, hair not quite normal and rather messy. How you leaned your head on Kazuha’s shoulder as you smiled at him with that smile that made butterflies erupt in his stomach and a small grin forming on his face. He couldn’t get enough of it. It made him feel like he was drunk, though he hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol all night.

Kazuha winked at him and left them alone after a soft kiss to your forehead; you who had now lost your balance due to Kazuha leaving your side, sat down on the couch. Scaramouche soon sitting down next to you.

“He’s a dick, stay away from him.” Scaramouche said, “How do you know him anyway?”

He looked at your concentrated face, “Aether played a football match against his school. Aether and I threw a party and invited his team; the losing team. Seemed like an okay dude so we kept inviting him to our parties, much to the dismay of some. How do you know him?”

“Hmm, went to the same school as him for a few years. Made it his hobby to annoy me. I got in a physical fight with him once.” your giggles threw him off guard, “What?”

“Who won?”

“Me of course, tssk, that you’d even consider that he’d win against me.”

“If you say so,” you gave him a kiss on his cheek before standing up from the couch, but you didn’t get far before you were pulled back on the- no that wasn’t a couch, you were now sitting in Scaramouche’s lap. But before you could protest a pair of lips pressed against your own, but as soon as they came they disappeared again, leaving you staring into those purple eyes as a few cheers went up among the crowd.

“She’s not bitchless!” “Whoo!!!!!” “She’s not single!”

“Well then, shoo shoo. You were gonna go somewhere right?

Perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe it were the events that had just taken place but your face grew even redder as you stood up and made your way into the crowd. Completely forgetting where you wanted to go in the first place.

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felt like adding a smoll kiss APPARENTLY THERE WERE PROBLEMS WITH THE TEXT MISSING BUT IDK IF I FIXED IT

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omoriaskspace · 1 month

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《 The world is surrounded by dreamlike minty hues, the sky an endless galaxy of stars shining above as the world seems to spin ever so slowly. 》

Have you figured it out yet?

This is starting to get reallllllly boring...I thought you said that the internet was supposed to be fun and limitless?!

Wait! Look!

《 As if on cue, the laptop turns on with a small chime, opening to a home page of an open field with nothing but a blue expanse above. How strange. 》

Thats weird...

There are so many buttons though!! Which one should we press first??? Wait- Aha..slow down, we dont even know what this thing is supposed to do yet.. I mean, it looks pretty simple! Whats the worst that could happen?

《 What would you like to click first? 》

☞ Internet Browser !!! Photos Solitaire Email

《 Omori carefully hovers the mouse over the internet browser, and gives it a hesitant click. Uncertain if it would actually work in this place. Whitespace seemed to have internet, somehow despite its emptiness. Maybe the Vast Forest would have some as well? Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. 》

《 As he clicks it, it opens a new window, and the first tab it opens on is a place called Tumblr...strange. Everyone seems to look at the computer with awe, seemingly dumbfounded by this new revelation. 》

Look at all of this...stuff.

There are so many people!! Look at all of these pictures and such!

Ooooh!! I wanna try!!

Wait, is it safe for us to be doing this?

I don't see why not! as long as we're careful.

How do we make an uhh...account?

It seems pretty simple! Ya just uh...wabam!

《 Without warning, Kel pushes Omori aside and proceeds to steal the mouse away from the other boy, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he continues to click everywhere, with a certain goal in mind that he isnt quite sure how to reach. Omori seems a bit miffed. 》

Kel!! Kel you shouldnt just shove people like that! Thats really rude! He was taking too long!

《 In the midst of their distraction, Omori carefully nudges his way back into his spot quietly, taking control of the situation and making an account for them all, albeit a bit hesitantly. Would this effect the world around them? Technically this wasnt supposed to be happening to begin with. 》

All of you quiet down, Omori has it all figured out!

《 The gang turns to look, their eyes wide with curiosity as they crowd around the laptop, leaving Omori to sit in the middle of it. 》

Woah!! Cool! What should we do with it? We should post pretty pictures on it too! What? Thats all you can come up with? I dont see you coming up with anything better!! Guys..look, theres a little inbox thing where people can ask you...questions i think? Or just send you stuff. Interesting... See?? That sounds way more fun than just posting silly photos! Kel...

Hgk, sorry.

What if we did both?? We could answer questions and send pretty photos!

《 The gang considers this for a moment. 》

I suppose i dont see why not, lets be careful what we post though! Even if it looks fun, it could still be dangerous. Alright!! Oooh this is gonna be so exciting!

I call dibs on decorating it!

What!? No fair!!

《 So the gang sets out to work, adding little bits and pieces to their new shared blog to make it theirs until it was eventually finished, with everyone feeling proud of their work as they stared at it with equal excitement. 》

And now...we wait.

(( ASKS ARE NOW OPEN, FEEL FREE TO SEND WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE. ))

#omori #omori askblog #omori fandom #omori sunny #omori game #omori basil #omori mari #omori aubrey #omori omori #omori kel #omori hero #omori headspace #basil omori #askblog #open asks

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callmegaith · 3 months

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I'm sorry for using your askbox as the "scream into the void" button but that's what people have been doing apparently (although it is interesting to read you answer people's asks).

Anyways I just read your last ask and realized how little I know about fandoms in general because what the hell is fandom hierarchy. My experience with fandom (any fandom, not just rl) is reading fanfiction, looking at fanart and occasionally doing some of my own fanart and maybe some small scale theorizing/speculating (although I actually have no clue what else is there to fandom). What does fandom hierarchy even mean is it like whoever has more social media followers or something? Do people in fandoms interact with each other often enough to know where each stands? I'm so confused

no need to apologize! please feel free to send anything u want at any time. We all need to scream into the void sometimes.

In some fandoms there are like "groups". The more popular people are on top. You can say its like the cool kids club at lunch break during school. ""Cool kids"" sit with the ""cool kids"" and only interact with other ""cool kids"" and yeah, generally they're the people with more followers and the ones who gain a lot of attention or are well known and well established in a fanbase. Then it moves down to "casual" fans who engage with the fanbase or have a ""position" in the fanbase thats... well, casual, they create stuff but are generally not as well known. And then people who dont interact with the fanbase but like the media and simply enjoy consuming the content the fanbase makes.

honestly I dont like this sorta thing, but it does exist in some fandoms. And I do really hope it doesnt exist in the RL fanbase. I been here for a long time and never felt like we have that pyramid structure but like I said, maybe I'm just blind to it and it really depends on who you ask.

I find it hard to understand too. I don't know a lot about fandom science. I sorta just create stuff and talk to anyone who wants to talk to me xD but this is my understanding of it

#asks!

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this-isnt-how-you-play-the-game · 5 months

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I LOVE MOTHER 3 and i love the main three villain bads so i figured i might be using this blog mor. why not post a piece from a small while bacck. im probs doing better now but i dont think this sketch is SO Bad. i mainly did this one to practice eyes, a grueling task but it turned out that the interpreter's eyestyle is the one that began to stick to me. ill probably figure out how the hell to draw new fassad in the future... im stil learning...

some design(headcanon(?)) stuff id like to elab on for fassad:

fassad wears the vest n clothes hes known for when blending in with the villager,s, but when he is out doing more nasty work for master king p he uses a more army-fit uniform. i also like to think he has a cape similar to the colonels but capes and jetpacks dont go good together

big nose

i coulda probably made his horns bigger here. or maybe theyre better off a little smaller? big horns adds to the menace ngl

i didnt realize how many people DONT do the pigsnout hat button thing but apparently most?? i started doing it at some point and now it just feels right

chimera fassad no longer needs to appeal to the villagers because as far as they know he is missing, so being a chimera means he gets to go harder with the evil villain look. serpent-like robo eye included.

chimera fassad also has a more scruffy screwed up stache

hes a short fat fuck. that doesnt change much here

has a pretty feminine looking face. hes a magypsy. maybe he also still has magypsy habits? ionia says they need makeup to use psi so maybe fassasshole secretly wears some very hard to see lipstick

^^or maybe its more a thing about how the makeup makes them feel and the horns make him feel beautiful which is why he can use psi??? lore

thick bushy eyebrow(s) that look scary when hes mad just like the funny angry bird

and as a bonus, some headcans for ms interpreter:

has that 60s woman hair

overall mood: nerd

would do the anime glasses flash

the weird lamp thing on her head lights up and dims down depending on how tired she is and she is often a very tired robot

anyway, this art was actually a little while ago so im really just dropping it to dump a bunch of fassad/interpreter headcanons here. mother 3 is my favorite game. fassad is a super underrated villain for carrying the first five chapters and his dorky interpreter's design i always really found endearing. who knows??? maybe ill redraw?...

no one nose

#mother 3 #mother series #fassad #new fassad #interpreter #fassad and interpreter #nintendo villains #my artwork #kinda old art but not really #pigmask #fanart #mother 3 fanart #too lazy for colors #yokuba #fassad mother 3 #yokuba mother 3 #new yokuba #mother 3 bosses #headcanon

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Use me as you please - (Loki x female reader ) (Smut) (18+) (Part 4)

Read Chapter 1 2 3

Summary : You ask Loki to spit on your face

Warning: Minors DNI , 18+ , SPIT KINK ,Verbal degradation, Dacryphilia, A little bit of dumbification, Reader loves being debased, consensual kinks, dom loki

Note : Don't mind me ..just a horny hoe passing by. Honestly there's no limit to things I'd allow my god to do to me

You being all dolled up in lingerie and full face of makeup will always be his favorite sight. He could never get enough of you, he knew you were in one of those moods where you wanted him to degrade you, but something about today felt different. He rolled the sleeves of his black button up shirt and walked towards you, you were on your knees, looking at him with those glassy eyes of yours.

"You are so beautiful darling but you look like a whore" he grabbed your chin and made you look at him while his other hand unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, he knew how much you loved looking at those small chest hair on his sternum, they always made you feel so fuzzy.

You bit on your lip as the sight of his exposed skin made you want to lick him up instantly.

"Dadddddy pleasee " you whimpered and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you softly and then he spoke to you, his warm breath tickled your nose

"So that's it baby, you want me to hurt you tonight but with a touch of love? Want me to ruin you while I tell you how good you are for me?" Your eyes teared up as that's exactly what you wanted. That's exactly what you craved. You could smell his perfume and it intoxicated you even further, sending you deeper in your happy space and you just wanted him to destroy you very softly

"Yes please my god, that's exactly what I want pleasee" you whined and he snickered. He loves you more than anything in the world but norns he sure loved debasing you like this, more so because he knows that you actually craved such treatment from him, you craved degradation and you desired it just from him. You are his whore for life and he will keep reminding you of your worth whenever you would want him to.

"Get on the floor, don't make me slap that pretty face when I'm trying to be nice to you" you quickly slid down from the edge of the bed and sat down on the floor, you'd be lying if you say you didn't want to feel the burn of his palm against your cheeks, all of them.

"You can bruise me up and I will thank you for putting your godly hands on me" the bulge forming in his pants just made him more and more uncomfortable. He has been alive for thousands of years, fucked the most whorish men and women on Asgard and then on midgard as well but you are by far his favorite one, also the one he cherishes the most. The one he plans to marry someday.

"Tell me what you need pretty whore?" he caressed your cheek with his thumb and you looked at him, he could see the lust swimming in them, there were no thoughts in your head at the moment but just the desperation to be used.

"Mmm it's filthy but I need you to do it for me" he snickered as you said that

"Oh you dumb little pet, you have cleaned my shoes with your tongue and my cum off the floor, dont delude yourself into thinking that you have any dignity left. Let me ruin whatever self respect you still carry in your delusional heart" you squeezed your thighs as his words made you want to worship him, he was extremely filthy when he knew that this was exactly what you wanted from him. You wanted to become his slave, his pet, his whore, his lover all at once

"Mmmm god you are so right, I'm just a worthless little whore and I want to prove it to you, want to make you proud, I need you to spit on me daddy please" his eyes flickered with several different emotions, he has told you before that there are several lines he'd never cross no matter how much you want it , he would never hurt you in a way that would leave any lasting impression on your mind or your body.

He wanted all this play to end right here in the bed, right after you're both done orgasming he turned into the kindest nicest man to you because you were his precious woman, the love of his life. You trusted him with all this depravity and he wanted to make you so happy, and to be fair this isn't the worst thing you have asked him to do to you. The request turned him on as well

"You nasty little animal, want me to spit on your face hmm?" he cupped your cheeks and bent down to kiss you sloppily, his tongue played with yours and he could taste the flavor of strawberries you ate during dessert.

He gripped your hair in his fist pulling your hair back and you closed your eyes, the first one landed on your forehead, it was warm and sticky, you just wanted to relish in the feeling, that was your god and he just spat on your face like you were nothing but a can of trash

"Fuccckkk yess oh yesss..that's it" your lips trembled as you spoke, the filthy nature of the act send your mind inti an overdrive of emotions

"Look at me" he commanded you and you opened your eyes, they were teary and as much as it turned him on he wanted to make sure you really were enjoying this debasement

"That feels good, baby?" He asked you softly and you nodded

"More please do it again, paint my face daddy" you begged him like a cheap whore and he complied immediately. How could he ever deny it? He covered your face until you were satisfied, shivering and just a few squeeze of your thighs together was enough to make you explode. You didn't even ask for permission nor did he mind that. The fact that he could just make you orgasm by doing something so perverse to you was enough to boost his ego.

"Open your mouth, taste me baby" you eagerly opened your mouth, took your tongue and he spat right on it. You hummed as you swallowed him in, he was delicious, each and every inch of him was.

"Such a good girl for daddy and the trashiest whore he had ever met, I love you" he mumbled as he picked you up from the floor and you opened your eyes when the warm water cascaded down your face wiping his spit off.

"Gosh thank you, that was cathartic" you mumbled and he undressed you both with a click of his finger.

"You sure know how to make me fall in love more and more everyday darling" he picked you up, pressed you against the wall and fucked you so tenderly you almost forgot your own name.

He couldn't help but wonder what was the limit for you when it comes to degradation, you would allow him to do anything to you and the thought overwhelmed him.

And he knew that you would surprise him with something again, very soon.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut #pure smut #loki fics #dom loki x sub reader

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drpeppertummy · 6 months

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ok Dis Claimer this is like so tiny & all over the place & doesnt have an ending and what it really needs is to be scrapped and rewritten entirely but im sick of messing with it & i want it out of my sight so im just posting it as is

[stuffing, button pop]

Gray didn't think he could eat another bite.

Actually, Gray had thought that very same thing at least an hour ago, but Sunny had been unintentionally stuffing him all day long. It had started that morning; he'd invited Gray over for French toast and filled him up with a bulky, sugary breakfast. Unable to finish his own--his tummy was much smaller than Gray's--he'd passed off the last few bites to his bigger friend, who had kindly put them away for him. Those last few bites had left him feeling a little too full.

Following breakfast, the two had gone on an errand spree, and, at Sunny's insistence, had a few snacks along the way. Sunny seemed to digest things much more quickly than his friend did, and while he'd been full by the end of the trip, Gray, who hadn't had a chance to recover from breakfast, had been utterly stuffed. His belly had bulged out conspicuously over the seatbelt during the ride back to Sunny's place, though Sunny hadn't noticed.

By the time they got back to Sunny's apartment, Gray was about ready to lay down and pass out. They'd stopped for lunch on the way back, and while Gray had tried to get something small, it was still far too much. Now, his shirt was stretched tightly over his distended belly, threatening to ride up, and the waist of his jeans was squeezing him uncomfortably around the middle. His jeans had already been a little too snug when he'd first put them on; he'd gained more than a few pounds since buying them and hadn't gotten around to looking for a new pair. Now, they were barely holding on, and the button creaked ominously as he sat down beside Sunny on the couch.

His belly was spectacularly round, pushing out absurdly as though he'd swallowed a beach ball. Fullness didn't typically show on him the way it did on skinny little Sunny, but right now, it was more than apparent. Still, Sunny, ever distractible, didn't seem to notice. He had a million and one things on his mind, and it wasn't long before he was up again, scampering around the apartment trying to accomplish a multitude of tasks. As much as Gray wanted to doze off on the couch, he supposed he should help his disorganized friend. With a soft grunt and an unhappy belly rumble, he pushed himself off the couch.

One of the many things Sunny was currently trying to do was test out a new recipe. Gray, feeling too lethargic to remain standing, sat on a stool at the counter. His belly felt unbelievably tight and heavy, and he felt like he might pop if he tried to fit anything else into it. Still, when Sunny asked him to taste test, he did. And he did again, and again, and again. His stomach, already well beyond its limit, stretched tighter and tighter with each bite, and the button of his jeans creaked as the pressure beneath it grew.

Finally, it was one bite too many. The button popped off and the fly snapped open, and his too-tight shirt rode up slightly as his belly was freed from its constraints. Gray's face flushed deep red, and he hid behind his hands, absolutely mortified. Sunny stared at his bloated tummy in surprise, not sure how to respond. Then, setting his wooden spoon down, he gave it a gentle pat.

"I guess that's my fault," he said, placing a hand on Gray's shoulder.

[I DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS. GOODNIGHT]

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xgraythehumanx #xsunnyx #burst mention

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