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uhdrienne · 14 days

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06. charming guy

🌼feat: wonwoo x reader, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired

🌼summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

warning(s): a car accident occurs in this chapter. it's not overly graphic, but there are mentions of open wounds. please do not read if you are uncomfortable!

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"I'll be right back! I just need to get the arm brace for Grandma Lee," You call to Delia as you grab the car keys. "She's making much more progress than expected at this stage, so I'll go get the brace early."

You had liaised with a clinic about thirty minutes away to get the arm brace Grandma Lee would need soon. She'd come into your clinic, two days after you visited her, put down her details into the registration form with no hesitation, and started her treatment. And now, three weeks later, she was doing better than ever.

Wonwoo hadn't really spoken to you since that day. You saw him at the village cleaning sessions, or out about town on his part-time jobs, but he was always either busy or just silent. You didn't feel any hostility from him, though, so you were mildly relieved.

And so with Delia's cheery goodbye, you drive out to the clinic, get the brace and prepare to return, only to find that whilst you were getting the brace, what you thought was a cloudy day had turned into a full downpour, with thunder and lightning to match.

Well. Your day was ruined, you sigh, as you open your umbrella and rush yourself to the car. Your new suitpant set would officially be a gone case.

As you drove along the winding road, you began to squint. The rain was so heavy you could barely see, and the curving road was definitely not helping. Still, you had to get back for your next appointment, and so pulling over wasn't on your mind as you pushed on.

It seemed fate had other plans for you, as the only thing you saw, approaching you swiftly from the corner of yet another curve, was a pair of large headlights, before a loud crash resounded in your ears, and the world spun and whirled before turning dark.

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"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"

You stir awake. Ow. Everywhere hurt.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar male voice made you come to your senses. Where were you?

You look up to see a short, squat man, knocking on your window in panic. "Miss? Could you open the door? We're in a bit of a situation...I crashed..oh shit, you're injured!"

You barely take in his words as a ringing pain shoots through your head. You reach up to touch it, only to wince and pull it away, hands coming away red.

Oh.

In your haze of pain, you finally recall to unlock the door, and you slump against the man the moment it opens. Your seatbelt and his grip saves you, and after settling you back in your seat he immediately asks, "Okay... we're going to need help, miss. Can you tell me anyone I can call? I'll try calling the ambulance, but the nearest hospital is an hour away and service is a little shit here."

You manage to slur out Delia's number softly, and the stranger fumbles in his pocket for a phone to call her, your head still laid against his shoulder. You faintly hear Delia's loud screech of shock on the other end, before the man is rearranging you back in your seat, standing next to your car door again as he waits. You fade in and out of consciousness as time passes, as the stranger does try to curb your bleeding with his handkerchief.

The next time you come to, it's to a dripping man (that is definitely not the driver nor Delia) hovering over you, trying to maneuver you out of your seat. His glasses gleam with rainwater as he unclicks your seatbelt and slides his arms under your knees and over your shoulders, preparing to carry you out of your car.

"Hang in there," You hear him call to you over the rain as he lifts you in his arms, gathering you to him. "I'll get you to a hospital, okay? I'll stay with you. Sleep a while if you need to."

"Uh...Chief Jeon?"

The man pauses speaking for a moment, but keeps walking. "Yeah, it's me. Delia doesn't have a car so she called me for help. What were you thinking anyway, driving out when there's a storm?"

"Brace. For...Grandma..." You try to say, but it just doesn't come out right, and all you're feeling is pain in your head. Being jostled around as he walks isn't making it better.

"Don't talk yet if it hurts. I'll ask you later, so go to sleep. You'll be okay when you wake up," He says again, and as if on command, your eyes drift closed.

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"Ugh.." Your head feels like it's pierced by a thousand knives. "Ow!"

The door --- right, you're in a hospital, you register -- opens and Wonwoo walks in, carrying a glass of water. You stare at him and he stares back at you. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you hit your head too hard?" He wonders, as he sits down and helps you hold the glass. "You don't remember me bringing you here?"

"It's all a blur, honestly," You mutter as you sip the water. After passing him back the glass, you try rubbing your temples gently to ease the ache.

"Wait, you're pressing too hard," He says suddenly. "Let me."

He leans forward, and you smell the faint scent of his cologne. Oh, he smells nice, you think, in your groggy haze.

"Thanks," He answers, still gently massaging the sides of your head, and you realise you said it out loud.

"I didn't say anything," You mutter, and he shakes his head in amusement. "I didn't hear anything then. I'll take it you're woozy from the medicine."

After he's done, he settles in the chair by your bed and pulls out his phone. "Shouldn't you go home? You already troubled yourself lots..." You ask, barely suppressing a yawn.

"I heard from the nurse. Delia's your only emergency contact, but she'll take a while to settle the clinic and come over, so I'm here till then," He replies, not looking up.

"I'm okay alone," You reply, but with your fatigue and mumble, it's not heated at all.

"Don't think too much," He answers nonchalantly. "I'm not staying here for you. It's just because Delia isn't here."

"Mhm... okay... could you pass me my phone?" You mumble, already half-asleep, hand loosely dangling over the bed. "I'll tell her not to come since I'm awake and fine, so you can go home and rest too. It's a long way."

He shakes her head. "Too late. Last I heard, she was getting a ride from Seungkwan."

"Ah, the charming guy, she says..." You muffle into your sheets, eyes shuttering.

You hear him huff a quiet laugh as you drift off, and then feel the warmth of a blanket being laid over you. "Yeah, the charming guy."

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The next time you wake up, Delia is sitting next to you.

"Oh, shit, you're awake," She says as she springs up from her seat and holds your shoulders to help you up. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over," You try to crack a joke, but Delia's face dampens slightly. "I'm joking..."

"You scared the shit out of me," She mumbles, eyebrows furrowing. "Thankfully Wonwoo came to help you."

"Yeah, I know," You reply, your expression softening at the recall of Wonwoo carrying you in the rain to drive you to a hospital over forty-five minutes away from the town. "Where is he, anyway? And Seungkwan. You came with him, right?"

"They went to get food." Delia replies. "They'll be glad to know you woke up, Wonwoo was very worried."

"Hm?"

"Oh, yeah. He hung up on me the moment I said you were in an accident. Don't even know how he found you."

"Oh..."

Now you feel even more guilty. You vaguely remember the time when you got into an accident on the school bus and your dad drove all the way to the clinic to fetch you home.

"Man, you should've said something, I'd bring medicine for you..." You hear Seungkwan saying as the door slides open and Seungkwan and Wonwoo come in.

"Shut up," Wonwoo mumbles as he comes in. He sneezes once, and you look at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," You hear him reply, slightly muffled with a blocked nose.

"You caught a cold, didn't you?" You ask, slightly alarmed. "From being in the rain..."

"I have a bad immune system," He mumbles unhelpfully.

You sigh. "Don't go to any trouble next time, alright..."

He raises his eyebrows. "Is this the shock talking? This isn't the doctor we know." Seungkwan barely suppresses a laugh, snorting as Delia smacks his arm. You huff. "Should I go back to being bitchy?"

"Oh, no, thanks," He jests. "Here." He chucks a plastic bag onto your hospital table.

"What's this?"

"Gummy bears. Delia said you like to eat sweet stuff when you're in pain or something."

Delia shrugs when you look at her. "They were getting food. I thought you might want something when you got up."

You sigh, before picking out an orange one after he opens the bag for you. "Have you eaten medication?"

"No, not yet," He says, watching you munch on the bear. You frown sternly. "Make sure to take some after eating, once every four to six hours. Check the label if you need non-drowsy ones."

"I'm not the one in a hospital bed right now," He replies, just as sternly.

"Alright, lovebirds," Delia says, standing up and stretching. "I'm getting hungry. Is there a store nearby?"

"There's kimbap on the opposite side of the street." Seungkwan says, immediately getting up. "I'll go with you. There’s some shops you might wanna see.”

And before you and Wonwoo can say anything, they're out, chattering as they go.

You sit in silence with Wonwoo, who's twisting his fingers slightly now.

"Why are you anxious?"

"I'm not." He responds.

"You just tugged at your fingers, like, five thousand times."

"You're keeping count?"

"You're irritating, you know that?"

"I'm sorry."

"What is this?" You ask, taken aback. "Why're you apologising?"

"Not for the irritating part, for Grandma," He mutters. "She told me you went to her house and got her started on treatment. And Delia said you got into that accident because you were picking up her brace."

You're starting to get even more taken aback by the minute, but he keeps going. "And you were right about the parent thing. You know...the part about taking care of their health."

"Oh," you reply, nonplussed. "Well, you were right too. At some parts. Like trying to understand her and her situation. Sorry it... took me so long to get there."

He cracks a smile. "I think I like you much better in this state. Not so grouchy."

You scowl.

"Seriously, though," He straightens. "I'm sorry you got into this situation 'cause you were picking up her brace."

You furrow your eyebrows. "It was just shitty luck. Nothing to do with Grandma."

He smiles and then gestures towards your hospital table. “Do you want food? I can ask the nurse?”

“No, I’m good,” you mumble, embarrassed. “You should go get food, though. You had to wait around in here for a while.”

“Nah,” He says, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes. “I’m just lethargic. Don’t wanna move anywhere.”

You remain silent, fully intending to let him relax in silence, when you remember something.

"Thanks, by the way."

"What?"

"Thanks for helping me today." You say, cheeks flushing.

He shakes his head. “As long as you’re alright.”

When you finally smile and nod, he finally closes his eyes, drifting off while you lean back into your pillows.

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It's always the same scene. It's almost laughable how the dream plays out, always the same as before, always the exact same things happening.

Of him stuck in a black, empty space, nothing to be seen for miles. He can't even see the floor he's standing on.

A tap on his shoulder makes him whirl around, and he's met with the same person that always appears in his dreams -- him.

Well, at least it looks like him.

This Wonwoo isn't the happy, outgoing one. He sports swollen, tired eyes, trembling hands, a pale, drawn face. This Wonwoo seems to find his lifeline in saying the same exact lines every single time, shaky hands coming up to grab his neck.

Do you think you can run, Jeon Wonwoo? To that perfect little village you call home? Do you think everything you've done won't catch up to you?

His eyes fly open, sitting up bolt upright in his chair, bathed in panic and his own sweat. The late afternoon sun slants in through the drawn windows. He turns his head, and when the bed comes into view, he exhales sharply.

Someone's here. Dead asleep, granted, but the presence of someone, at least, helps him breathe a little easier.

She turns in her sleep, and his breath catches in his throat. In a different way, funnily enough, not in repulsion of himself, not in fear.

He sinks back down into his chair and closes his eyes.

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2af-afterdark · 1 year

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Camshow MC - Mammon

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Mammon, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (they/them pronouns), Demons are very large compared to humans so MC is sometimes referred to as being smaller, sex toys (anal plug)

Summary: Mammon is watching his precious human taking these perverts for all their worth.

A/N: I was planning to make some headcanons for the men finding MC's camshow… but then they got super long and now they are split up.

Word Count: 892

They were beautiful. He never knew how handsome they would look in a suit with their hair done up. Honestly, Mammon was getting upset just watching them even though they hadn’t done anything yet.

"Sorry ladies and gentledemons, but I'm already taken. This is just for fun. And because my boyfriend is a total perv.”

Is he in the chat today?

“You know I can’t tell you that, but I sure hope he is or else he’s going to miss the special show I have planned tonight.”

They stood up, only to kneel on their seat and lean against the back so their butt was front and center in the camera’s lens. The fabric of their suitpants pulled tight over their ass, letting everyone see the every curve and angle. That included a strange bulge.

They unbuckled their belt, loosening it before moving on to unbutton and zip their pants.They hooked their thumbs into their waistband and rolled the pants down their legs.

The sight that greeted the audience was the stunning yellow-jeweled flare of the plug that was shoved inside of them. Mammon’s face went hot and he had to stop himself from slamming his laptop close.

Have you been wearing that the entire time?

Kinky!

Does your boyfriend know?

They laughed. “Well, he does now, doesn’t he? At least, I hope he does. I’ve been training so hard for him to be able to use it. I’d be upset if he found out after all of you.”

Oh, they were riling him up. They were showing off their ass to everyone watching them and he couldn’t stand it. They were fucking phenominal and everyone was eating it up as much as he was.

"Okay everyone. Shall we make my boyfriend jealous then, because this thing vibrates~" They leaned back, clicking a few buttons on their keyboard before a prompt appeared on stream. Donate a few grim, turn up the power, and watch them try not to cum all over themselves. "I get to keep the pot if no one makes me cum, otherwise it goes to the person who donated the most. 5 minutes. Go."

The meter that measured donations broke almost instantly as horny demons started practically throwing money at them to try and overwhelm the toy.

It wasn't for nothing, as they just as quickly dug their fingers into the back of their seat and moaned obscenely. If the camera could see their face, the audience would be able to tell how their mouth hung open and their eyes rolled into the back of their head.

Thankfully, even the more powerful toys made by demons had limits to how high they could go.

That and none of these stupid demons knew how to make his human cum.

It was a losing game from the start.

Even after 5 minutes of endless donations, they were no closer to cumming as when they started. They were simply playing these demons for fools. Mammon had to admit, that was hot. It was a hustle if he'd ever seen one.

When the five minutes were up, they looked back at the camera with a cheeky smirk. "Looks like I'm keeping everything. Better luck next time."

There were complaints about the entire thing being rigged, or how it would work if the audience just had 5 more minutes, or even some saying they wanted to see the cum show now that the game was over.

They only gave a wink.

"Maybe next time. After all, you all get closer to finally making me cum every time. Next time may finally be the one."

The toy was still buzzing by the time they signed off and left the chat vacillating between a mixture of disappointment, anger, curiosity, and arousal. It was like they thought they were ever going to win.

As if.

Mammon knew for a fact that no one in the audience would ever be able to make his human finish for one very simple reason. And that was…

There wasn't even a knock on his door before it slammed open.

They stood in the doorway with disheveled clothing and an expression twisted around itself. He wondered if they knew he could still hear the buzzing of the toy they hadn't bothered to turn off through the fabric.

"Were you watching the show?" They asked as they slipped into the room, closing the door behind them.

He definitely was.

They walked up to him, leaning their head into his chest and looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I want to cum."

They only had to say it once for him to lead them to his bed and strip them bare. He'd been the one to choose the plug he was now pulling out of their ass fully knowing it was going to be used to milk those suckers that had been watching them of all the grimm they had. And what a haul it was.

But he knew they could have an entire week to make his human cum and it wouldn't matter, because – and he was reminded of this as he replaced their toy with his fingers and kissed them as deeply as he could – they only ever felt good enough to orgasm when they were with him.

He only needed one minute to do what they couldn't in five.

#2af writes #obey me smut #mammon smut #gender neutral fic #cw sex toys #cw voyeurism #camshow series

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anonymousewrites · 5 months

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: I Think I'd Like a Dance

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends head off to homecoming.

“Why do humans nearly poke their eyes out for beauty?” asked Em.

“If they don’t squirm, their eyes don’t get poked out,” said (Y/N), holding Em’s face still as they did her eyeliner.

“I’m not squirming, you’re just bad at this,” said Em.

“Take a look and tell me that again,” said (Y/N), letting go of Em.

The demon opened their looked into the mirror. She blinked. She actually looked nice. “Wow. You’re actually good at makeup,” they said.

“It helps when the other person already looks nice.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t have to do much.”

Em turned red at the compliment. “Right. Well, uh, I’m gonna go get changed. Lucifer’s taking us to homecoming, right?”

“Yeah, no, I made sure Dad just hired a car. I don’t need him embarassing me in front of our friends,” said (Y/N).

Em chuckled as she left the room.

(Y/N) smiled at her laugh and turned to their closet. It was finally homecoming night, and they would be damned if they didn’t look fantastic.

“Well, someone’s all dressed up,” said Lucifer, smiling at Em as they came out.

She had on a simple emerald green dress and a simple smoky eye with winged eyeliner. Gold earrings hung from multiple piercings (they had let Noa practice piercing on them since she could heal if it really looked terrible).

“Em definitely has good taste,” said (Y/N), appearing in the doorway of their room.

“You’re just saying that since you helped me pick the dress out,” said Em, rolling her eyes. She paused when she saw (Y/N), though.

They had on a dark red suit jacket with black, slightly sheer fabric sewn overtop half and a dramatic fabric belt. They had on simple black suit pants but paired it with a red painted design on shiny doc martens. (Y/N) still sported their red jasper and feather necklaces, but they had paired it with gold cuff earrings to offset the slightly gold shimmer of their eyeshadow their eyelids.

“Wow, Birdie, you look—”

“Fantastic!” said Lucifer, completely cutting off Em like the excited father his was. “Your taste is perfect.”

“I think I got a lot of it from you,” said (Y/N) teasingly, but they were also pleased. Their biological parents would never allow them to dress so masc, so it was nice to have their parent approve and support them.

“Of course, you did. I have a fantastic sense of style,” said Lucifer proudly.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the other four in (Y/N) and Em’s friend group.

“Oh my god you guys look so cute!” said Olive excitedly. She had on a vintage white dress with purple flowers and green leaves printed across it. With a cinched waist, she had a classic silhuoette and was ready to dance. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a bun with curled strands framing her face, and she had a light dusting of natural makeup and pink lips.

“So do you,” said (Y/N), smiling at her.

“Of course she does,” said Nao, putting their hands in their pockets. Their hair was still in box braids, but now it had silver beads hanging at the ends to pair with the stripes of their suitpants and vest. They had the jacket through over their shoulder casually, but from the expertly tied tie, it was clear they had put effort in.

(Y/N) smirked when they noticed Noa had silver earrings with purple jewels. Subconsciously matching a certain someone, they thought.

Olive blushed and smiled. “Thanks, Nao!”

“I love the additions to the suit, (Y/N),” said Marcel. He had been true to his word and redyed his hair to purple to work with his suit. Everything was crisp and perfect, and although the suit itself was simple, Marcel had done dramatic eyeshadow and makeup to really play with the drama he loved.

“Very well done,” agreed Leon. He had on golden eyeliner that glimmered in the light and golden accents on his navy suit.

“Thanks, guys,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Are you ready to go? We’ve got reservations for food.”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Lucifer jumped in. “Before you go, it’s time for photos!”

“Seriously, Dad?” said (Y/N), embarassed at how eager Lucifer was.

“Absolutely! You’re finally going out on the town with friends. Everyone out onto the balcony for a photo!” said Lucifer.

(Y/N)’s friends laughed. They liked their dad, and they followed him out. Lucifer carefully arranged them for photos.

“This is so embarassing,” muttered (Y/N).

Em chuckled and reached out for their hand. “Relax, Birdie. Everyone’s having fun.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes at her enjoyment of their discomfort but found themself smiling nonetheless when the camera took it’s photo.

“You know, this party isn’t as lame as I thought it might be since our school is so boring,” said Nao as they sat down at the table the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club had commandeered.

“I can’t believe how long Marcel has kept Leon on that dancefloor,” snickered Olive. “Poor guy has no idea what they’re doing.”

“Yeah, but he’s trying to impress Marcel, so they’re not leaving anytime soon,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“That’s adorable since I’m pretty sure Marcel put so much work into his outfit to really show that he cares about fashion like Leon does,” said Em.

“That’s so cute, they’re both oblivious,” said Olive. She brightened. “Noa, we should go and get them to partner dance!”

“Huh?” said Noa as Olive grabbed them and hauled them up.

“We’ll request a song for slower dancing or something and dance beside them to make it feel just like normal or whatever, but really it’ll be forcing them to dance together and actually start to make moves! Come on!” Noa was not given another second to speak as Olive pulled them away.

(Y/N) and Em watched in amusement.

“You know, Olive is surprisingly crafty,” said (Y/N), grinning.

“What do you mean?” asked Em.

“Well, Olive and Noa obviously like each other, right?” said (Y/N).

“Oh, obviously,” agreed Em.

“I think Olive’s plan to get Leon and Marcel to dance it to also get her a chance to dance with Noa,” said (Y/N).

“She’s strategic,” said Em. “That was a very smooth operation.”

“They say all’s fair in love and war, and I think Olive thinks of finding love as a strategic battle,” joked (Y/N).

“What do you think of it as?” asked Em curiously.

(Y/N) paused and considered. “I think love is finding that person you can just exist with. There’s no pressure to be anything around them other than yourself, and you two are happy to be together because it’s you two and you love each other.”

Em smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“I have my moments,” joked (Y/N), trying to brush off the seriousness of the topic.

The music changed to a slower song, “Amado Mio” by Pink Martini, and Em grinned. “Olive’s plan is in motion.”

“Evidently,” said (Y/N).

Em cocked their head. “Want to dance?”

“What?” (Y/N) was a bit taken aback by the stubborness.”

“I mean, I asked you to homecoming. It would be rude of me not to dance with you,” said Em.

“We have danced together. Did you forget Abba already?” said (Y/N).

“That was with friends. I’m saying you and me,” said Em. They smiled. “So, what do you say?”

(Y/N) decided to let their heart guide them. “I think I’d like a dance.”

Em grinned, stood, and offered their hand. (Y/N) took it, and Em led them to the dancefloor. Hesitantly, (Y/N) put their hand on Em’s waist, and Em put hers on their shoulder. They took each others other hand and began to dance. It wasn’t great partner dancing since neither was very practiced, but it was fun (and while Leon had perfect control of himself and Marcel, Noa and Olive were just as bad, so it was fine).

Em spun (Y/N), and they laughed at how out of sync it was with the music. “Damn, I really thought I had it,” said Em.

“Well, you gave it a try,” teased (Y/N), moving closer to Em again as they moved to the rhythm.

They were quiet for a little longer as they danced until Em swallowed and looked at (Y/N).

“You know, I kept getting interrupted, but I wanted to tell you that you look really nice tonight,” said Em.

(Y/N) turned red. “Thanks,” they said. “You look pretty, too.”

“Thanks.”

Em and (Y/N) gripped each other’s hands tighter and smiled shyly. Neither was sure quite how to continue with that line of discussion, but it had felt nice to get this close and get to be soft with one another. In fact, (Y/N) rather enjoyed their usual banter with Em, but being vulnerable and sweet felt nice to. They wouldn’t mind doing it more. (Y/N) blinked, and the shadows around them quivered.

Oh shit. They had a crush.

Luckily for them (though they didn’t know it), Em had the same realization.

Of course, like Olive said, they were all oblivious.

Lucifer laid out the papers on his desk and stared at them. He had them. They were finally in his hands, and now all he had to do was take them to (Y/N). He gripped them tightly and smiled.

(Y/N) would officially be his kid. Soon, they’d really be his.

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nostraightheadcanons · 24 days

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Mayday has very good dexterity, being so good at the guitar, it's not surprising. I can see her having hobbies that involve fine motor skills, too. She customizes her clothes a lot, she def split the pants of her suit from the "socks", and thats why they're toeless (because they used to be part of the suitpants, not actual socks) Not sure what else she would use her handiness for... I do know she's interested with robotics, though

We've had headcanons like this before!

Since we know Zuke and Mayday both tinker and work on their own instruments / weapons I do HC myself that Zuke was the one that taught her about mechanics / robotics in general since that's more in his field of things and it just sprouted from there. Living in the sewers isn't no easy feat and I wouldn't put it past them that they built it all from the ground up with their hands n skills!

#no straight roads #nsr #nsr headcanons #nsr hcs #ask #mod nine #nsr mayday #anger ey

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0nelittlebirdtoldme · 11 months

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Tyler in the Narrator's Clothes

Found him this morning in my drafts from a few months ago

[ID: 2 drawings, coloured and greyscale, of Tyler Durden, standing with crossed arms before his chest, dressed in shirt, suitpants and tie.]

#fight club #fight club 1999 #tyler durden #soapshipping #my fanart

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kessellluvr · 6 months

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NSFW- Black Sheep - dom!Nat x f!reader

reuniting with an old highschool friend (with benefits..), kinda mean nat - using she/her for nat ! WARNING: anxiety, public sex

Here you were, the soccer field of the wiskayok high school - about 25 years later. It was the day of the reunion, you forced yourself to come here. You hadnt spoken to any of your old classmates or soccermates ever since you were rescued.

You sat outside on one of the benches of the soccer field, a cigarette between your thin fingers - bringing it up and taking a puff, your red lipstick staining its bum. You sigh, trying to get your mind sorted and go in there. "Fuck it." you murmed to yourself, flipping the cigarette to the ground and squeezing it out with your heel.

You pushed open the doors of the hall - music blasting your ears, you already hated this. Your eyes flew over the room, seeing some old classmates - nothing special, right? But then your eyes met those big brown ones, empty and dead like a black sheep. Your heart skipped a beat, it really was her. Natalie.

"What if someone-" nat cut you off, her lips crashing against yours as she shoved you against the wall - never breaking the conact of your lips as she tore off your soccer uniform within seconds. "Stay quiet." she hissed into your ear and you bit down on your lower lip, trying to not make any sound as her lips connected with your neck, sucking bruises on there - making you hers.

You snapped back into reality, seeing taissa - an old friend of yours approaching. You cleared your throat, looking down at yourself in the suit you were wearing - black suitpants, a black vest and some basic heels you had borrowed from your sister. Taissa smiled brightly, you forced a smile back, trying not to think about all the shit that you went through with these people. "Come join us for a drink, yes? I belive we got some catching up to do." taissa said, hooking her arm with yours - not giving you time to answer. You followed her to the table where shauna, misty and.. nat sat. You gulped hard and gave a slight wave.

Misty and Shauna greeted you joyfully while Nat just sat there, sipping her beer and not daring to let her gaze meet yours. You sat down between tai and shauna. "So, hows life been treating you?" shauna asked, sounding genuinely intrested.

"Well," you began. "Its been alright.. i guess. My dad left me all of his money so i dont have to worry about a job. I bought a house for myself.." you said with that same forced smile. Nat raised her brow and her gaze flew up - finally meeting yours. "Found a partner yet?" she asked dryly, you shook your head. "No.. no partner. Just me and myself." you managed to say, trying to push aside the aching for her in your heart. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and Nat just stared at you, causing you to squirm slighty - the power her gaze had over you was driving you insane and she knew it.

"I-ill be right back.." you said, getting up and rushing out of the hall, your breath heavy as you stepped into the women´s restrooms. Your hands were shaky and your cheeks were a bright crimson. You leant against the sink, trying to calm yourself.

"Do i get you that uncomfortable?" nat asked from behind, you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smirking. You didnt answer, she stepped next to you and grabbed ahold of your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Answer me." she hissed, her brown orbs staring into your soul.

"Yes.." you said quietly. "Nat, i miss you.. i miss us.." you continued, causing her to raise a brow. "Do you?" she mocked, your eyes wide and you nodded, she pushed you down onto the sink - her pointy tounge trailing over your lips. "So pathetic.. still wanting me after what? 20 years?" she mocked you once again, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second - no matter what she did, she turned you on nonetheless. She pushed her knee between your thighs, rubbing it slowly up and down - you gasp and she bites your lower lip.

Nat grabs ahold of your hips and shoves you into one of the cabins, against the wall and having her lips connect with your neck. She was just kissing, not sucking bruises on there like she used to.. yet. Her hand slipped into your pants and straight to their destiny. Two fingers circling your clit, making you moan - she smirked against your neck. "Ive told you like a thousand times before... shut up." she said with a hint of annoyance, you clapped your hand over your mouth - muffling your moans.

"Tell me what you want." she demanded. "Y-your mouth.." you stammered out. She complied, dropping to her knees and pulling down your suitpants in one swift motion along with your lacy black thong. Your perfectly shaved pussy was fully exposed to her once again, she trailed a finger over your glistening folds before pushing in, stealing another moan from your lips. You were totally lost in the sensation of her cold finger in your aching hole, she added another one. Your hips twitched and she curled them, hitting that sweet spot within you. Her lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking it- her fingers sped up and you felt yourself growing closer to orgasm. "Not yet." nat sneered, you shut your eyes, still muffling your moans through your hand. Your legs started trembling slightly, you didnt know if you could hold back any longer but then she pulled her fingers out, letting your puffy clit slip out of her mouth with a pop. She grinned and your eyes flew open -giving her a desperate look. She shook her head. "The others are probably worrying." she said, keeping that smug ass grin.

You shook your head. "Please.." you whined again, she sighed in annoyance and shoved two fingers up your cunt - thrusting the in and out forcefully, causing you to moan loudly. You didnt care who heard, you just wanted to cum for nat. She kept roughly fingering you, her other hand digging into your hip as she held you in place against the wall.

Finally- you felt the knot inside your belly loosening, your cum dripping down her palm and fingers as you came for her. Your legs shaking. "Fuck!" you cried out, she grinned in triumph and pulled her fingers out, wiping them on your thighs. You quickly pulled your panties and pants up. "Now lets go back."

Maybe this reunion wasnt too bad..

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captain-peroxid3 · 1 year

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how "out" do you think Spike would be as trans, either as transitioning post-canon (or in an AU) or if we're reading him as having already transitioned? Like who would he tell? How much does he care about who knows? Does he consider William a dead name?

- titsgirlbuffy, annoyed Tumblr won't let me ask from sideblogs

i think spike is one of those transexuals where he wont tell anyone anything he'd just exist. hes wearing a short leather skirt now hes wearing suitpants and a blouse now hes wearing a lesbian badge fishnests and camo fuck you very "not gay as in happy queer as in fuck you" i think his transsexuality is another form of rebellion and getting further away from his human self/humanity however i think he'd tell the person he's in a relationship with, as normally (i think) he views his romantic connections as extensions of himself ALSO if dawn or a dawntype friend was having gender/sexuality Thoughts hes telling them straight away he will not have them stuck in a ridged view of gender thank you very much now with the name william i feel like it either creates like a feeling of fear (bullied as human, embarrassed of human self, oh no they know im a loser) or theres just absolutely no recognition, i think angelus used to taunt him with it alot i feel like the name spike is him finding a name that does connect rather then "oh god i hate my name im Transgender i have to get one that matches my Gender" after some time out of The Binary (humanity) the name william just doesnt do anything for him i LOVE gnc spike sm!!! and honestly i can see him as any kind of transgender transsexual nonbinary intersex type but no matter what its more of a PunkQueerFuckYou then a HowIFeelInsideTransgenderWontWearClothesILikeUntilIPass i think he doesnt care about who knows what but can still get triggered when its more like We Are Humiliating You About This Thing You Feel *cough cough* poetry trauma now let me hear ur thoughts

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arvaelartoflife · 4 months

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What to wear to the office when you do not know what to wear

I often have those days when I am just standing in front of my wardrobe and I can't seem to figure out what I want to wear that day to the office. I have a couple of tips that I want to share. They work for me, so it may work for you as well.

I. Dress for your mood

First I would define what mood I am in that day, what I want to achieve and how to select my clothes so that my outfit would help me achieve that goal or fit that mood I am in.

If I am feeling feminine and powerful, I would opt for a dress or skirt which emphasizes my shape and which gives a voice to my femininity.

If I am feeling more “cool” and relaxed, I would choose to wear something elegant and sporty at the same time. Pairing sneakers with suitpants can be the way to go.

If I am feeling very low in the morning, I would choose something sparkly or very vivid colors to wear in order to put myself in a better place, I am really not that type of girl who would wear black on a day when I am feeling sad. But you know yourself best, if black works better for you, then go ahead!

II. Monochromatic Look

If you are unsure what mood you are in and not sure what message you would like to channel, you can select a monochromatic look. Always sheek, and gives others the impression that you did think about your outfit that day. One color outfits can elongate your body, so it is highly recommended for shorter ladies.

Just some prime examples:

III. Document your favorite outfits

What I found really useful is basically shopping in my wardrobe. There are days when I enjoy just standing in front of my wardrobe and trying on outfits that I think I would enjoy. On these occasions I find 80% of my outfits that I will wear in the office. I would take a picture of most of my favorites and save it on a private Pinterest board or simply in the gallery.

On days when I have no inspiration at all, I would browse those pictures and select one with which I resonate on that day. It is a very simple trick, but can be a lifesaver when you are in a hurry or just simply not in the mood of making decisions.

IV. Wear something unusual

What if you feel fed up with your usual outfits? What if you get bored by just looking at yourself in the mirror?

Come up with an outfit that is unusual of you.

I am a girl who usually never wear jeans to the office for simple reasons: it is not comfortable to sit in it for 8 or more hours a day and the material is not elegant. However, I wanted to spice up things one day, so decided to wear a simple white shirt with jeans to the office with elegant black blazer and elegant black heels (similar outfit as the one below). I felt really cool in my outfit and received many compliments on it - my conclusion was that it worth experiencing out of one’s comfort zone, it can bring you so much joy!

I hope you enjoyed this one, see you soon!

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bluespiritfire · 2 years

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Me, looking at the Lucifer card for finishing all beginner missions: haha, wow I can’t wait for another Wrath SSR... Hang on... is he...?? Is this mans in a full bathtub while he’s wearing suitpants?! Where did the petals come from?

sIR. Are you Alright? Do you need to be checked for a concussion??

#obey me #*crying noises*#whY??? LUCI. SIR.#this is too much bro his commitment to not showing Skin is to extreme i can't #I HAVE SEEN the outfit he wears at the beach like a wetsuit+boardshorts like...TEARS in my EYES #BUT THEN HE'S SHIRTLESS LIKE ??? MAKE UP YO MIND #this scene is hot unTIL YOU REALISE HE JUST DUNKED HIS WHOLE ASS IN THERE LIKE HE'S A TEABAG #i'm sobbing all I can think about is Lucifer fully dressed in suit+coat whole shebang emerging out of the bathroom sopping wet #and just like slapping through the HOL in wet shoes leaving wet shoeprints behind in the carpet #and Mammon just staring like WTF? but being too scared to call him out of how fucked up that is

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jb-rangrezza · 2 years

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blezzky · 2 years

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Suit Pant Casual o Formal Pantalón Negro con finas líneas blancas corte SlimFit. #slimfit #ropacaballero #outfitcasual #outfitelegante #suitpant #trousers #pantalones #casualoutfit #menwears #modamasculina #medellincolombia #bogota🇨🇴 #newyorkfashionweek (at Medellín, Colombia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdlxwxfJVkx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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wolf-grimoire · 7 months

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BY THE TIME WE CAUGHT IT, IT HAD TURNED THE BODIES OF A THOUSAND LOCALS INTO A SINGLE MOVING HIVE. The weed itself... was like a succulent. Like a flower and a cactus all in one. A flower, cactus, and mushroom all in one. I can't explain it.

The biologist looked as though she were holding back a wall of unstilled emotion. Andronikos nodded slowly. Glanced at the door. Half open. Swift shapes passing out in the hall, fragments of an impression. Suits and suitpants. All neutral colors.

Finally, Andronikos looked up at the biologist again. Please go on, she said.

Anyway, it had a vine. And the vines would spread fucking everywhere, stealing nutrients from the other photosynthesizing plants. Which is not totally unusual. But we found high concentrations of an unknown MAOI molecule in this vine, in proportions almost equal to the psychedelic amphetamine 2, 5-dimethoxy-4-methylthioamphetamine.

I'm not familiar, Andronikos interrupted.

It was first synthesized by Sasha Shulgin, and he named it Aleph, after the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet. The biologist shrugged. Anyway, after a while Aracni got their program running but my sister began acting bizarrely. She would hurt herself. Her cats. I woke up one night and there was blood in the hallway. Blood everywhere. I followed a trail of it to the yard and she was out in the trees, naked. When I got there up close I saw something had been born there. Must have been wearing her... wearing her like... like a cocoon. And it had used her own hand to cut her open, to free itself. Only after a thorough examination did we find the filaments, the pods. The clues. It had colonized every bit of her.

Jesus Christ, Andronikos groaned. She felt ill now. A sapped will. She felt outmatched. And what about the chemist?

Handley. Yeah. He was found strangled by several hundred yards of the vines. The vines we did tests on. They had wrapped him up and someone had apparently used them... to crush him. Like a boa. His ribs and everything, crushed to pieces. Only our own specialist managed to do an autopsy before the county, and he found it irrefutable--though it made no sense--that the vines had originated behind his eyeballs. They were growing out of his eye sockets. All hundred yards of them.

So we did more tests. On the muscle tissue of his thigh. You know what we found?

I don't know if I want to.

The biologist smiled. A vicious unhinged grin.

We found a massive concentration of that MAOI and the psychedelic compound Aleph. Weight for weight, at far higher concentrations than what you'd find of mescaline in peyote. He had literally become a psychedelic vegetable.

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