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queenie-the-court-jester · 14 days

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break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

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ihaechans · 3 months

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Smile! (You’re on camera) || N.JM

PAIRING ▸ Na Jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ pure smut

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, oral (m), hair pulling, throat fucking, praise, sexual photography/videos, dom!Jaemin, dirty talk, unbearable amount of pet names, slight hand job, spit kink (i apologize for this but not rlly...) unprotected sex (use protection plsss)

SUMMARY ▸Jaemin loves taking pictures. He loves the beautiful and captivating nature, golden sunsets, gloomy rainy days, and flower fields. The only sight that is his favorite though, is the one of his girlfriend on her knees.

WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k

A/N: First smut in like 5 months #yolo. this draft is so old it's been sitting half-completed for like a year and a half so I finally decided to just finish it today. Oops.

Jaemin loved a lot of things.

Loved a lot of things about you to be exact.

First sight and he knew he had to have you, putting in hours and hours worth of effort. He's lucky it paid off. He scored the girl of his dreams, the girl he saw as perfect in every way and he’s so lucky he did.

He’s lucky for someone as perfect as you. He was lucky that someone could relate to him on an emotional level without feeling awkward or uncomfortable sharing his feelings with, one of the things he had feared you wouldn’t understand in the beginning. He loved the way you were unapologetically yourself, not hiding or masking your true self, being confident and bold in anyway you could.

He also thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world, made just for him and him only. Everything about you was just perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl,” his voice sounds rough and strained, but his hand holds his camera steady. “You’re so perfect. Sucking my cock like a fucking pro.”

Nothing about this position was comfortable. Your knees are red and sore from kneeling on the wooden floors for a concerning amount of time, your jaw aching and your eyesight blurred by tears. You know you look a hot mess but Jaemin thinks you’re absolutely stunning.

His beloved camera is steady in one hand as the other finds purchase in your hair. Pulling, and tugging aggressively on your hair as you cry out around his thick cock, every moan and groan sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his body.

“Open up princess, show the camera that pretty little mouth.” and you do, letting his dick rest heavily on your tongue. “That’s it, baby. Now keep it open,” he demands, smiling happily when you cooperate without hesitation.

A fat string of Jaemin’s saliva lands on your tongue, a wicked smirk forming across his features when he grabs the base of his dick, slapping his tip across your tongue a couple of times to smear his spit around.

“Mmh,” he groans, nearly cumming at the sight of your eager hand attempting to fully take him back into your mouth. “My sweet girl is a little impatient I see.”

In the beginning, you were never really a big fan of giving head, but being with Jaemin changed you. He was great in bed, and the first couple of times you two had sex, he would never let you suck him off. He always preferred giving instead of receiving, but something had awoken inside of you the first time he finally let you have a taste.

He was so vocal and appreciative of how skilled you were with your mouth, the praise and constant reminders of this were the sole reason why you kept doing it, and over time you came to enjoy it more and more.

“Shit-” You lick at his sensitive tip before taking him back into your mouth, cheeks becoming hollow as you suck on him with fervor. “You love my cock don’t you pretty girl? Always so fucking good at sucking my dick. Made just for you baby.”

You simply nod at all his nonsense, barely paying him any mind as you continue sucking him harder, faster as seconds pass by. Your hand strokes his base and plays with his balls as you stare up at him, the overwhelming sensation feeling all too good. He stares at you from the other side of his camera, nearly forgetting to record when you trace the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck yes.” He shudders, thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably as he nears his climax. “God baby, gonna let me cum down your tight little throat?” You nod without hesitation and immediately, the grip on your hair is unbearably sharp and painful, your boyfriend forcing your head down to take his entire cock down your throat.

You can barely breathe but you love it, your airway being stuffed full of your beloved boyfriend’s dick was something you would never complain about. “My baby looks so pretty. Mouth stuffed full of my cock and tears in her eyes.”

His voice is unstable and rushed, the intensity of his approaching orgasm making him sound winded.

He thrusts his cock down your throat a couple more times before blowing his load down your throat, almost causing you to choke as he demands you to swallow it all.

You’re sure that you’re drooling everywhere, lips smeared with his cum and your saliva.

“So fucking sexy. Open wide.” You do once more, showing the camera that you had indeed, swallowed all of his cum. “I’m not done with you yet princess, get on the bed.” Now that he’s finished, he sounds more relaxed and controlled, his voice steady and the camera following your every move.

Jaemin pulls his sweatpants back up as he watches you follow his orders. “Take your clothes off, I wanna see you baby.” In seconds, you are completely naked on his bed, waiting patiently for his next direction. “All fours.” Spinning around in a rush, you get on all fours, wiggling your ass in front of Jaemin and the camera.

A hash slap is delivered to the flesh and you groan, mind wondering if Jaemin would be nice and stretch you out with his fingers or dive straight in to fucking you. Jaemin was big. The biggest you had ever seen. The heaviest you had ever handled too.

“Gonna fuck your tight little hole so good, just watch.”

You assume he’s talking to the camera since you are currently facing the bedsheets, about to beg him to do something when his fingers start rubbing against your folds. “Shit Jaem.. please fuck me…”

He simply ignores you, continuing his teasing touches against your cunt. You open your mouth to complain when he shoves a finger inside of you, a whine slipping out instead. “So warm. Wonder how good it’ll feel around my cock.” He groans, moving the camera closer to get a clearer view of his fingers shoved deep inside of your pussy.

“Please… oh my god.” When he finds the spot that makes your toes curl, you know it's over. Your climax approaching faster than you expected. “Stop! Please- I can’t.”

Jaemin is stuck in his own world, blocking out the sound of your pleas and whines as he watches your body quiver and flail around in front of him. “Just once princess, please cum for me and I promise I’ll fuck you.”

The softness in his tone throws you off for a moment and the pace of his fingers picking up speed nearly makes you choke. You’re so close, but the thing that makes you climax is the feeling of his tongue against your hole.

“Shit!” You curse, shivering as you reach your high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Jaemin doesn’t stop when you climax, and all you can do is cry out and plead for him to stop against the bedsheets.

“Look how pretty…” He whispers.

Your entire body feels numb as he continues to abuse your hole with his fingers, not once stopping until you feel another orgasm building up inside of you.

“Please Jaem- fuck! I cant Jaemin, stop, oh my god…” There’s tears in your eyes, the pressure becoming overwhelming. All you could hear was the sounds of your soaking wet cunt being abused by Jaemin's thick fingers as he chuckled evilly at your suffering.

His camera was focused straight on your core, the lens picking up every single detail. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” and finally, he stops, leaving a harsh slap to your ass as he pulls his fingers out of you.

You’re writhing on the mattress, mouth hanging open as thin strings of drool slip out onto the sheets. “I- fuck, I can’t Jaem-“ you breathe, clearly out of breath.

“I haven’t even put my dick in you yet and you’re already fucked out? How cute.” He adjusts his grip on the camera so that it’s capturing the mess he’s made of your cunt perfectly, adding another slap to your ass for the video.

“Turn around and spread your legs for me baby,” Your boyfriend starts, stripping out of his sweatpants as he awaits you to follow his direction. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Your whole body hurts already, and you’re barely able to follow his order, groaning weakly as you muster the strength to flip yourself around and spread your legs for Jaemin to see. A low curse leaving his lips as he stares at the mess he’s already made out of you.

The room felt muggy as a thin sheen of sweat formed on your forehead, strands of loose hair matting onto your skin and mascara starting to smudge from the heat your body was emitting. “Please fuck me..” Jaemin smirks proudly when he hears you whine for him, staring straight at you with dark eyes.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, getting tired of holding the camera in his hand. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” and with that, Jaemin stops recording, throwing the camera down onto the carpet below.

Positioning himself between your spread legs, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, wondering how it would feel inside of you next.

“You want it so bad,” he growled, stroking your cunt with his tip. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

The anticipation was nearly unbearable, and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes...please,” you whispered, desperate for the relief only he could provide you with.

With one swift movement, Jaemin thrusts into you, filling you completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Jaw slack, you gasp and moan, the feeling of him inside of you completely overstimulating.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He panted, feeling your pussy clench around him. He picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster, his thighs slapping against your ass with each movement. You felt his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you, sending you soaring higher and higher with each surge.

“Oh god, Jaem, yes, harder, deeper,” you pleaded, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, meeting his every thrust. Jaemin grunted in response, his voice hoarse with lust as he poured everything he had into you.

Another climax hit you, this one even more intense than the last, and you wailed out his name as you came, clenching around him until he thrust once more, his own release filling you.

As he collapsed onto you, both breathless and spent, you couldn't help but smile weakly, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Jaemin looked down at you, his eyes softening as he gently kissed your forehead.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking your hair. The camera had long since stopped recording, but the memories of this night would be forever etched in your mind along with every other moment you spent with Jaemin.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, “Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

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neet-elite · 2 months

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big brother whitney and innocent little sister thoughts...

Older (step)brother (idc which you pick) whitney who fucks around with other people in town only to try to get his mind off of you, his cute baby sister. You're the only thing worth protecting to him, including from himself. Favouring to fist his cock every night over your sleeping body rather than showing you his lust, hiding his love for you behind forehead kisses and possessive shoulder grabs, because he doesn't wanna corrupt you. You know that one line at the park when you ask him what's wrong and he says "This town's fucked, to answer your question." he means it !!!! Becomes a bully just so that no one will mess with you, acting so soft and sweet in the privacy of your shared home, so much so that when people avoid you for being related to him you have no idea why that could be, the whitney you know is so kind!!!

crying to him one night about how no one wants to be your friend!! sure, you aren't being actively bullied by any means, but any time you seem to get close to someone they always eventually leave!! and you're just so upset about it, sobbing and sniffing against his chest while he pets your head and coos sweetly down at you. he's hiding a selfish smile that you'll never be able to see, thankful that his efforts of terrorising the town have paid off in secluding you, because you're safe when you're secluded with him. see, he's just protecting you... scaring off all the mean people, making sure no one defiles you in any way because he loves you so much. you deserve to stay innocent and sweet, just the way he likes you.

except he can see you start to get a little curious. maybe he's too late saving you one time, immediately taking you home after someone flirts with you a little too much, their dirty hands roaming your body and he sees red. you're his little sister, fuck. and now you're asking him troubling questions. the type to make him second guess himself, prompting him into petting his fat cock under your bed sheets as you talk to him in that sweet shy voice he loves. why does it feel funny down there? i feel really hot, whitney..., have you ever kissed someone before? what was it like, can we try?

and there's no way he can deny your pure intentions, eagerly nodding and cupping your cheek so lightly in fear of breaking you, gently pulling your face closer to his to answer your plentiful questions. to be honest, if he wasn't so hard he might have declined your invitations, but he's wanted you for so long that he simply can't not take you up on your lewd offer; whether you're aware of it or not. he intends to keep things this tender, all smiles and teasing, he won't take it too far, okay?

but somehow he ends up hungrily making out with you, dripping drool down your throat and tugging his cock against your tummy, removing his lips from yours only to grunt and beg you to look down. see how big it is? he'd moan for you, tapping his oozing tip against your exposed belly button a few times, pressing his cock against your tummy just to make you squirm at the pressure. don't think y'can take it all, angel. he'd coo at you, appalled and turned on in equal measure when you beg him to try!!!! please, try!! i wanna make big brother feel good too!

big brother whitney who only fucks you because you ask so nicely for it, and he's nothing but a giver when it comes to you. he makes sure to take his time with you, a stark contrast to how he usually bullies his cock inside sluts... but you're his darling precious little sister, he wants to be soft with you. wants so bad to fuck you right, to have you a babbling mess on the end of big brothers cock that he promises you to just push the tip in; that's all baby sisters can handle anyway.

he'd fuck you just like that for a while; as painful as it is for him, because your comfort comes before anything else in his world. you don't know exactly what you're asking of him, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull when you sob for more. it's sickening how much he wants to give you everything that you ask for, because you deserve nothing but the best, but he treasures you so much that he holds back for now. but now that he's ruined your innocence just a little, his mission is new: to be the only one to ruin you. now that you've wet his cock for the first time, you're all he needs; and in return he's all you'll ever need. promising to make you feel good whenever you want, just promise to only rely on him for this, okay? he'll eat you out every morning if you so much as hinted at wanting that, letting you warm his throbbing cock when you study every night, pound you into your sheets to help tire you out when you can't sleep. and in return, he'll use your tight throat when he's stressed out, fuck your thighs in your shared showers just to ease you into taking his full length, train your ass to take him when you get curious enough. there's no going back for him now, saving his seed every night for his special angel sister rather than fucking anything that walks, because he doesn't have to hold back now. makes it his life mission to get you drunk on his big brother cock, pumping you full of seed every night simply because you asked for it. and, because no one else deserves you.

he only has your best interests at heart, promise!!!

#mmm...#dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #big brother whitney my beloved

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hypewinter · 1 year

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Can I offer you another Danny POV in these trying times?

It had started after his encounter with the costumed people. After that his dad had taken him to the store and bought a lot of strange items. From there, he put the strange items together and put them up all around the house. Ever since then, Danny couldn't go through the walls.

Danny pushed against the wall now but he couldn't go through just like all his other past attempts. But if he couldn't go through, how would he play tag with his dad!? Fat tears bubbled up in his eyes as he tried to desperately push through the wall. He liked playing with his dad! It was the best part of the day.

Tears began to fall freely down his cheeks and he let out a whimper as he tried phasing through the floor this time to no avail. Suddenly big hands scooped him up.

Jack tried to soothe his son but Danny was not listening to his assurances that "this was to protect him" and "it was for the best". He was too busy crying while glaring at the strange items covering it. If only they weren't there.

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Danny woke up to voices outside his room. One was his dad's but the other was female. He tensed up in fear, remembering the last female voice he encountered, but this one was different. It was younger and for some reason, hearing it filled him with warmth.

"Now's not the time for that Dad." The female voice said.

"No, I won't have my princess sacrificing her education." Replied his dad.

Danny wondered what they were talking about. He was also curious about who the owner of this new voice was. She had called his dad , her dad. Did that mean they were related. That would make them siblings right? He had a sister?

Suddenly a thought came from deep within his mind. Of course I have a sister, her name is Jazz. But his moment of clarity was gone just as soon as it had overtaken him. Danny was left wondering who is Jazz? as he drifted back to sleep.

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Jazz as it turned out was his red-headed sister. And although she always wore a smile around him, it was always tinted with sadness. Danny couldn't help but wonder why.

Everything was going great so there was no reason to be sad. Jazz had now moved in, all the neighbors were constantly cooing at him and giving him treats, and Jack had gotten a job with some red person. Wait, did he get hired by Little Red Riding Hood? Maybe she needed a new hunter to help her fight the wolf.

At that thought, Danny couldn't help but look at his father in awe. Every evening when he left, Danny silently hoped he'd catch a lot of bad wolves.

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It took a couple of weeks for Danny to find out that while his dad worked for a Red Hood, it was very disappointingly not Red Riding Hood. Instead it was some guy with a white streak in his hair with some very disgusting ectoplasm circulating his body.

Danny made a face and turned into his sister's hold as he came face to face with the guy at the doorway.

"I'm sorry about that." she said to the guy, "He's not usually like this."

"It's ok, babies usually cry in front of me so this is an improvement." he replied.

"Come on Matt, Jason's really nice if you give him a chance!" His father proclaimed. His trademark loudness making the doorframe shudder.

That was the other thing Danny didn't like about this red guy. He had already seen him twice before, when his Dad had taken him in to grab a few forgotten tools.

The first time the guy wore a red helmet. Everyone acted like he was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with. Even his dad was very respectful in his interactions with him.

The second time Danny had seen not Red Riding Hood, he didn't have his helmet on nor did he go by his previous name. Everyone at the garage treated him as if he was one of their own instead of the dominating presence he had been before. In fact, they acted as if "Jason" was a completely different person all together. It was quite strange to say the least. Though Danny wasn't sure he had a leg to stand on considering every time they were in public, his dad would call him "Matt".

Danny had fussed about it a few times but that didn't seem to have any effect. He had finally decided it was fine since he was at least still called "Danny" and "Danno" when they were home. Now though, thanks to this Jason guy, he was even being called that stupid name within his own house! Danny was quickly deciding he didn't like this weird bad ectoplasm guy at all.

@idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @overtherose @seraphinedemort

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #no tag ramble today folks!#currently in the process of getting everything ready to put on ao3 #so hopefully that's coming soon!#we'll see if my schedule likes me enough to cooperate

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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i just thought of something 👀👀 what would the spiderteens think of a reader who is really nerdy or can talk on and on about a topic they're very interested in (bonus points if the topic is academics-related). they ramble about it and when they realize they're rambling they get all shy while apologizing profusely and then they stop talking out of embarrassment. 🤐🤐🤐

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SO CUTEEEEEE, I HOPE U LIKE THIS !!! (also happy monthsary to this blog !! consider this as a gift, to all fellow nerds and non-nerds on my blog :DD)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

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⋆｡°✩ — miles morales.

he loves how bright and wide your eyes get, how broad your smile becomes when you're rambling, going on and on about your favorite topics at school. miles doesn't have the strongest opinion on school, he finds it pretty decent, but seeing you be so passionate about your niche interest about anything in school–be it an interesting scientific theory, mathematical equation, literary piece, historical or cultural event you know well–he finds himself getting roped into your interest and... gets lost in your eyes. he lets your voice lead him to a whole lecture room where you just talk, talk, and talk about your beloved lessons as if you were the teacher, just so much more passionate about what you know and love learning about.

when you realize you're rambling is the second cutest part, you get all flustered when your gaze meets his and you feel all conscious about the way your facial muscles stretch since you've been smiling for minutes on end just talking about the lesson you love so much. the cutest part is when you giggle to yourself while talking about what you love and while you apologize for rambling. miles gets bewitched every time you giggle and smile through your intense fluster.

"hey, hey, hey, no... don't stop." he whispers to you with a loving smile as he placed his hands on yours, looking up at you with his chestnut brown eyes and warm gaze. "tell me more! you're so much better than all my teachers combined, you'll be the reason i'll get a pluses on every subject now." he said with a small chuckle and he leaned closer to you, ready to hang on to every word you say.

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⋆｡°✩ — gwen stacy.

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she's always the first one you go to when rambling about your favorite lesson being finally discussed in class; it makes for good conversation while gwen's fixing up her worn out ballet shoes or thinking over her answers while you two do homework. she chuckles to herself when you start using onomatopoeias to emphasize your points, as if she can fully understand how much you love the subject you keep going on and on about, when all she can do is witness how adorable you are being all bright-eyed and innocent when talking about the subject and topics you love.

it's only when she chuckles out an, "okay, nerd," to you that your voice falters and you try finding your train of thought again after gwen derailed it with that little comment of hers that was only meant to tease you. she notices you hesitation to talk again and gets worried, she asks you if you're doing alright and telling you she's sorry if it hurt you, she never meant for that.

she places her hands on both of your shoulders and smiles at you softly. "when i say you're a nerd, i always mean... that you're my charming, darling of a nerd. i love you and your big, fat brain and when your cute, nerdy little voice gets louder when you talk about your interests. you're the smartest and the cutest, my little nerd." she says playfully with a cheeky smile as she plants a kiss on your cheek, watching you get all flustered and stammering as she giggles and gets all flushed in the face seeing how adorable you look right now as a bumbling mess of a nerd, her nerd.

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⋆｡°✩ — pavitr prabhakar.

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he's never had to really try at school, but he does it anyway, because his main source of inspiration is your little dorky ass. he has never seen anyone be so in love with the lessons being taught, being so passionate about them—he feels the need to do even better than he's already doing at school because of you, and because of that... you two have been shipped together. a lot.

pav doesn't mind it, in fact, when you two got closer, became friends and everything, he realized you were a walking encyclopedia of the subject you like. you'd ramble on and on to him for hours if you could, with the sweetest smile on your face and the brightest shine in your eyes—it was like you could do no wrong, except for talk, talk, and talk about everything you loved that not everyone else in school did with the same fervor as you.

"you know..." he interrupted you mid-sentence as he smiled widely at you, his gaze fixed upon you as your eyes met his and you got all... flustered. "i could listen to you talk all day, you're way more fun than the teachers, i bet you know a lot more than they do for the lessons. can you maybe... be my tutor? that's the perfect excuse to ask if i can come over to your place, hmm?" he asked you with a sly smile and a smooth talking voice that had your stammering and giggling like a dork, which you were to him. "what a cute little dork i scored, so adorable!"

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⋆｡°✩ — hobie brown.

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his smile matched yours as he listened to you blabber on and on to him about this one topic you guys had during a lecture that you just couldn't help but be so in love with. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in closer to hear you better. your voice went quieter at times when you felt hobie get closer to you or heard him hum in response to your rambling, with him smiling even wider and gazing down at you so lovingly and affectionately.

he'd nod and share his own understanding of the lessons you learned, despite not being so fond of the education system, he'd very invested in what you're interested in. hobie's done his own learning and can keep up and share ideas with you, but he's also done a lot of loving with you, so having him be so supportive of your nerdy self that refuses to shut up about your favorite subject and topic and be the one to make you all flustered and stuttering is a dream combination.

he squeezes your arm gently and flashes you a sweet smile as you keep talking about your favorite topic from the lecture you had. "oh, really? damn, well, did you know..." he went on and on sharing his own understanding of the topic—which you found so cute—and he turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow. "y'know, i... kinda fancy cute little nerds like you who shut up when i y'get noticed–actually, i just fancy you and your big brain. c'mere, lemme pepper that cute little head with the biggest brain in the whole universe with kisses." he said with a slight chuckle underneath his breath at the sight of you getting more and more flustered, and becoming a completed melted mess of his little nerd as he peppered your face with kisses.

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majokothesmol · 3 months

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I'm going to preface this idea with a content warning for body horror, (or at least reference to body dysmorphia,) because it's meant to be... Horror.

Cool? Cool.

So I've been seeing some stuff about how people draw Kieran. Sometimes he's a twig, sometimes he's got dark skin, sometimes he's chubby, sometimes he's trans, sometimes he has very round eyes, sometimes he's a phantump, sometimes he's an edgelord, sometimes he's got scars, sometimes he's Ogrepon, and sometimes he's got acne. I love all iterations and interpretations of him, especially how different each one of them looks.

Most art has cute lil brother Kieran. But it's also pretty common to see Kieran portrayed as muscular. Like, he's got abs and lean muscle. My gut reaction was "This kid's 15 at the oldest. Suuuure." But then it became such an interesting idea to me. Like yes. Kieran wishes he was this buff. Maybe this is his immature power fantasy where's he's big and strong and cool because he's 15. Or even better, this is how the Protag sees him. (Assuming they like Kieran in that way.) Of course he's gotta be a little handsome in their eyes.

I can't begin to explain how much joy and endearment I find in those ideas.

Then I started really thinking about it. (This is where things are going to get body-horror related.) Realistically, (and cannon to the game) Kieran has not been taking care of himself. He hasn't been eating right, or sleeping, and his dorm is a mess. Keep that in mind, especially the part about not eating well. Okay? Okay.

Now imagine this: You're seeing Kieran again for the first time in at least a month. At the very least, you're expecting sad little Kiki; sullen, jealous, maybe possessed, and burnt out. But when you finally get a good look at him again... His eyes have dark circles from not sleeping, he's a lot more snappy, and his jacket is falling off his shoulders. In fact, all his clothes look a little baggy. Now imagine he takes off the jacket. He seems muscular, yes. But it's just like how he seems stronger. Once you get a good look at him, it's not that he gained muscle. It's just that he lost that much fat. He's muscle, skin, and bone.

Do you see the vision I'm having?? The dawning moment of realization, the horror of seeing just how many things he cut out of his life to get stronger? The angst potential?? The character development. The hurt/comfort that is in this concept?? Do you also see the absolute comedy of a Buff Kieran being daydreamed about by Protag? The potential of wholesome workout buddies?

#kieran pokemon #pokemon kieran #pokemon spoilers #kieran #pokemon indigo disk #rival kieran #sorry kieran #excuse my brainrot and overanalysis #I find all aspects of a character at least a little intriguing #can you tell I love a good “duality of man” type of thing

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 8 months

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Saw your Neil Gaiman post and as someone that found comfort in Good Omens (and got hyperfixated on it), I'm finally glad that some people are finally talking about how he isn't that great.

Even as a Fan, GOmens fandom is so...weird. See, in other fandoms people won't give much of a flying f/ck about the authors besides some mild respect or praise, but GOmens praise Neil SO HARD, despite giving off some iffy vibes (that now I understand why, after that big post) Never liked how almost every single POC character in GO has such a minimal role, same with women characters, the fact he's been caught (and that can be easily checked) lying about his ideas surrounding GOmens, the way he went from "Is not a romance, but it can be if you want to" -> "i always wrote it as a love story" also how he went from "There won't be another season because of Terry and because the ideas for the next book were incorporated in the show" -> "It was in 2019 when I finished writing S2 with the ideas I discussed with Terry before he died" and like seriously no one never noticed how much of a clown he his lying and backpedalling all over again again? Then there's how bad rep for fat people Sandman was and instead of accepting criticism he just keeps giving some "vague intelligent answer" and sits and waits for his legion of fans with a parasocial relationship to defend him. But somehow he's treated as a world treasure and a genius with a big brain. And this is less problematic and more petty but I'll be honest. He isn't that much of a good writer anyway? The prose is okay is good, but the worldbuilding and lore and characters is mostly edgy and lacks deepness. His fans seriously want to make a sea out of muddle puddles,,, and that's fair! Is such a big part of fan culture to dig into the smallests of things and make an universe out of a cardbox background character, but please, don't give Neil the credit that he doesn't deserve. And what proves more to me that he isn't that good of a writer, is just...take a look at that mess of a S2 of Good Omens, it was so bad that some people had to THEORIZE that it was bad on purpose. I have such a beef with S2, characters like Muriel, Saraqael and Michael and Maggie and Nina were so heavily promoted and of course everyone was hyped, finally more POC, more disabled characters, and yay, women! And they're lesbians! And and...and hold on, how it is that Muriel didn't do that much at all? How it is that Saraqael after being so hyped BARELY had almost nothing to do, is really that all the disabled rep we got? How is it that Michael and Uriel barely had anything to do and were just background characters again? It just angers me with how with so many fem-presenting characters, and POC and disabled persons cast, they literally add nothing to the series, AND NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT IT. Is just this endless praise for Neil and his oh big brain. All praise Neil Gaiman, our lord and saviour of queer people. HOW IT IS, THAT THE TWO LESBIANS HYPED ROMANCE WAS ALL RELATED TO AZIRAPHALE MEDDLING WITH THEM TRYING TO SHIP THEM? And it also was bad, very badly done, is really this the women representation we got, seriously??? Talking about misleading advertising.

S2 was such such a mess, it just shows how much Good Omens needed Terry to be, well, Good Omens. I really suspect Neil stole ideas from the fandom because S2 was just a trainwreck of all the fanfic tropes you could find in GO fandom and is almost disrespectful to Terry's work in Good Omens, and I don't care for how much Neil makes his friendship with Terry as a pity party and as a "it gives me so much joy, Terry would be so happy", because seriously it's almost manipulative. Talking about Manipulative. His meddling with fandom is starting to feel unprofessional, but this ask is already long... Sorry lmao, something on me snapped after getting finally the solid evidence that Neil .Is. Not. Great

Oh he’s always been completely unprofessional but since he types in a mixture of corporate-speak and “cool dad” talk his fanbase doesn’t notice.

Here’s the thing about Neil, he’s both petty and extremely insincere. People criticized lolicon sin his presence and he was so offended on the behalf of weirdos who pleasure themselves to Hentai depicting child molestation that he wrote a several paragraph long response dismissing simulated child pornography as simply being “icky speech” that should be protected by the sacred American constitution despite, you know, the fact he’s not even American so his weird obsession with the first amendment and only ever really bringing it up to defend simulated child porn is and always has been suspicious.

As for his backpedalling, the man sees $$$$ and just goes for anything he can find to make more. People love to say “oh but he donates tens of thousands to charity!” yeah, usually to HIS charity for bailing out pedophiles. With funds typically out of the wallets of his fans due to fundraising it rather than coming out of his own checkbook so it’s not exactly a charitable action as much as it’s an empty gesture. And frankly he almost certainly just does it for tax benefits if we’re going to be honest here. He continued good omens because it would make money and generate more attention towards him and he’d be the brave hero who brought back show that did well. That’s it.

He’s just discount, off-brand Elon. Rich white man who thinks he’s gods gift to man despite bumbling through even the most basic concepts because his fans would walk into traffic blindfolded to defend him from even the mildest of criticism.

People on here just like him because they’re starstruck that a creator of a popular IP is active on this site and because he produces media that’s adapted with white middle aged twinks who are dubiously romantically affiliated.

#How was his weird comments complaining about people calling the main characters gay not the end for him #’oh they’re played by male actors and in love but it’s NOT GAY because they Uhm have no gender and also no genitals so they don’t have sex’#there’s nothing wrong with writing the characters that way #but it’s very weird to make a major fuss because you think ‘gay’ only means two cis men boinking #and frankly his protests read more like he wasn’t actually comfortable with the idea of showing two male presenting characters #in an intimate manner #and the weird language he sometimes uses to describe characters in his writing really makes me thing I’m right about that

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astrohive · 8 months

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Just because I feel like this fandom needs some predaking fluff:

Tfp predaking x human reader where predaking for some reason has to seek refuge of just stay with the autobots for a little while and due to some accident while ratchet was working on holoform technology he accidentally becomes tiny in the size of a kitten. The reader has the tendency to categorize every lifeform to dog and not dog and loves cuddling,petting predaking even when he was huge.

His reaction when one day he gets all dirty and the reader decides to give him princess treatment,in their lap filled with warm towels, nice music or movie ,gently brushing every scale and polishing him while lovingly petting him and kissing his head.

Predaking is 100% held like a cat in a villains lap in one of those movies just because the reader likes the dramatic effect(they also stole a spinning chair from agent fowler's office)

If its cold outside he is definitely used as a replacement for an electric blanket.

The reader has such a great bond with predaking to the point where one day when they cant find a torch for a big project they just grab predaking like a flame trower and they go like "Eh,this will do".(Or using him for anything cooking related)

One day the reader was rambling to predaking about how school makes them depressed and anxious and how teachers make them feel awful about themeselves.Next day at school they open their bag and find predaking inside.The reader calls ratchet bcs they dont know what to do who also panicks bcs they have been trying so hard to keep a low profile only to be exposed like this.Eventually he will come by himself to pick him up but by then you have to keep a fat cat sized metal alien dragon from trying to burn half of your teachers to the ground for making you depressed.(the reader is anxious the whole time but deep down they have a warm feeling bcs someone is caring for them)

Predaking has been secretly messing with Ratchet's work so he will stay tiny.Ratchet just catches one day a cat sized predaking munching all his equipment and just hunting him with a wrench through the base to keep him away being like "Bad predaking,I needed that!!!"

#tfp #predaking #predaking x reader #ratchet #fluff #tfp fluff #transformers x reader #transformers prime

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psych0-str1ngs · 8 months

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Admit it- Nikki Sixx x reader

Authors Note: I'm really trying revive my account because I really need more requests and such so I'm gonna try to pump out more fanfics.

Warnings: Cursing, drugs, alcohol (Maybe a part two with smut if this does well.)

I am not gonna, I've always had the hugest crush on Nikki. Despite the fact that he was a raging drug and alcohol abuser, and he had chicks on his dick 24/7, I saw right through him. I always kind of, understood him. We've been pretty close friends ever since we were about 15. I knew how much of a bad child hood he had and I could relate. When we were sixteen we stole my dads car and just ran away, we were caught of course, but for the three days that we were on our own we took care of one another.

I obviously knew there was not a chance in hell Nikki would ever go for me, considering I was little on the heavier side, not too big just... Not pretty like the groupies were, and I had a pretty face but once again nothing like the groupies had. I was... More like an adorable than I was anything else. No body wanted to be with me but instead protect me like some innocent little bunny. It was annoying considering I was the least from innocent. I do drugs, and drink alcohol here and there.

So there I was, sitting next to Nikki on the short leather couch in his dressing room. I was leaning on the side of the couch while Nikki had some chick on her lap. It was infuriating to watch. I know that it’s just how he was, but I knew that I could treat him so well if he’d give me a chance, I sighed and took another long drag from my blunt.

“Hey y/n!” Tommy slightly yelled in the chair next to us. “You alive?”

I blinked before looking up. “Did I zone out again?”

Tommy nodded his head. I always had this problem of zoning out a lot, sometimes it happened so my brain could escape reality, and other times it happened because it was just fun to create my own world. I smiled slightly, staring back at my spot in the floor. Nikki held a small mirror with a line of code to melt face and waved it around.

“You wanna bump y/n?” Nikki had a laughing tone.

“Yeah,” I said taking the mirror from with enough sass for him to notice, but not enough to mess up the little line. I held the straw up to my nose and snorted. It immediately rushed through my veins. I sighed in relief, and passed the mirror to Vince who had the bag of coke. I stood up grabbing my pack of cigarettes. Tommy noticed my sluggish mood and shot up. He came up to me and put his arm over my shoulder.

“Can I come with?” He asked, a new bottle of jack in his hand.

“You don’t need to ask t-bone,” I laughed and rolled my eyes a bit.

He laughed with me and we walked out, my arm was around his waist and we were both stumbling around everywhere. We laughed because we both ran in the door. Tommy really knew how to cheer people up without even trying. Vince and Mick were laughing because they noticed but Nikki had a deadpan in his face. But The coke and weed started to really kick in, and I wasn’t worried about a single thing anymore. Me and Tommy continued to stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, I had even snorted, earning the annoyed stare of groupies and men.

“Dude you are totally high,” Tommy said.

“Yeah no fucking shit Sherlock,” I laughed.

The hallway seemed very long, Tommy and I walking for seemed like forever. Just as we were about to walk out of the door, Tommy spotted a chick. His eyes scanned over her like a fat kid looks at a chocolate cake. I already knew what was about to happen.

“Y/n,” he stopped in his tracks. “I have to go tap that real fast,”

“Go ahead man I’ll see you later,” I said, even though I didn’t admit it, I once again felt like shit. I understood that this is just how the guys were, but it was like a knife to the back constantly having people leave me for someone or something else.

I continued walking down the hallway to the door, finally pushing it open. The crisp cold air felt extremely relieving, the was slight rainfall, pellets of water hitting the pavement. I always enjoyed being outside, wether I was in nature or not. I sat on the curb, pulling out a cigarette. The door opened, and out came Mick. I gave him a slight smile and handed him a cigarette as well. He sat on the curb next to me with a slight groan.

“You know,” Mick grabbed my zippo from my fingers. “You’re gonna have to tell him eventually.”

I blew out the inhale of smoke that was held my lungs and looked at him. “Tell him what?” I questioned him.

“Don’t play dumb y/n.” He said taking a drag from the long white death stick.

“How the hell do you know?” I looked at him dumbfounded.

“It’s not that hard to see,” Mick started. “Everyone can see it, you look at him likes he’s pure gold.

“To me he is,” I admit, puffing my cig again. “There’s something so relatable in him. I understand why he is the way he is. I mean fuck, 90 percent of the time I just want to take care of him, I wanna hug him real tight and tell him I’m proud of him.”

Mick laughed.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“You’re clearly in love,” he took a drag. “I think you should tell him.”

“Why would I?” I snorted. “There’s nothing in me that he could possibly want. I mean have you seen the other girls he goes for? I’m nothing like them.”

“That may be true,” Mick nodded. “But that isn’t bad. Nikki for sure has the same feelings. He stares at you the exact same way as you stare at him.”

“Then why haven’t I noticed?” I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.

“Because you’re stupid.” Mick says, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground.

I punched his arm. “I am not.”

“You sure are y/n, now I’m gonna go back inside, are you gonna come or are you gonna sit out here and sulk all night.” Mick got up.

“Sulk out here,” I laughed.

“Okay,” Mick walked back inside.

Mick was such an interesting old man. He’s completely dead silent one minute, and the next minute he’s like some all seeing powerful guy. Finally I had a second to relax, be in my thoughts for a bit. My cigarette was finished, so I threw it in the ground and grabbed out another.

What Mick said earlier really stuck with me. He stares at you the exact way you stare at him.

I wanted to laugh right in Mick’a face when he said that. Nikki has a new girl on his arm every day, there’s nothing he sees in me. I continued to smoke my cigarette, eventually deciding to stop thinking about Nikki. I couldn't stop though, I mean I was flat out in love with the guy. My thoughts were halted when the man himself walked out. I smiled.

"Hey Nikki." I smiled a little wider.

"Hey Y/n," He sat down next to me, grabbing a cigarette from the pack.

"Shouldn't you be in there with all those sexy ladies of yours," I asked nudging his shoulder.

"Nah," He laughed slightly. "It was getting to suffocating out here. You know you've been sitting out here for like an hour right?"

Holy shit, no I did not know that

"No shit," I said. "Really?"

"Yeah man," He said lighting it.

My heart twinged at the name, at this point I just wanted to go home. I was feeling not as intoxicated, but instead more exhausted and sad than anything. I was over the after party. I got up, and dusted my ass off. I picked up the pack, and my lighter, shoving back into my purse.

"Hey where you going?" Nikki asked.

"Home," I said in an obvious tone, turning around.

Nikki stood up, his platform boots making him tower over me.

"Can I come?" Nikki asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I guess yea." I replied, pulling out my car keys. I was kind of upset, as much as I loved being around Nikki, my extreme love for him has dragged down my spirit.

We walked to my car, Nikki leaning into the passenger side. Neither one of us talked. This was a regular occurrence though. Nikki constantly stayed at my house when he was feeling overwhelmed by the band, or the girls. I even let him have a few drawers in my dresser for his clothes. I turned up the stereo, only sightly, the international 70s rock hits played softly in the back round. I lived about thirty minutes away from the arena, so hopefully the music would make it go by quicker. After a few minutes, Nikki turned down the radio all the way. I looked at him for a second.

"What was that for man?" I asked, my eyes back on the road.

"I wanted to talk to you," He said cautiously.

"Oh that can never be good," I laughed.

"I'm serious." He said. "You've been off, disassociating more. You do that when you're stressed and sad."

"Don't worry about me Nikki," I forced a sad smile. "I'm totally fine."

"Don't lie Y/n," He said laying his hand on top of mine which was rested on the shifter. My breath halted for a second.

"If I'm being honest," I started hesitantly. "I've been stressed, with work, and my mental health, I'm just overwhelmed. Life man, you know?"

He nodded. "Is that it?"

"Well," I had to make up some story, just see what he'd do. "You remember how I told you about the new guy at the bar. How he's really sweet and all?"

Nikki replied with a short yeah.

"Well, I think I've caught feelings. But he normally doesn't go for girls like me, I know it for a fact. He's pretty set in his ways."

I swear I could see Nikki's shoulder tense up.

"What do you mean girls like you?" Nikki questioned.

"You know," I sighed. "Fat girls, me, ugly girls, also me. He goes for fit sexy women."

"What?" He said offended. "Y/n, you're gorgeous. And not fat, a little chubby, but that's not bad. Lots of guys like a little pudge. They aren't called love handles for a reason."

My heart sank.

"You're just saying that," I forced back a tear.

"No," He said. "I genuinely mean it, you're a very pretty girl, any guy would be lucky to have you. Besides you know how to take care of people, you're totally smart, and you're funny. If this guy doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

"Thank you Nikki," I monotoned.

We pulled into my drive away. I was immediately relieved by the smell of my home. Nikki took off his platforms, still managing to tower over me. We walked into my room, spreading out across the clean area. He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a shirt and some shorts. I sat on my bed, pulling a joint out of my bed side table while Nikki changed in the bathroom. I sparked it, taking a long drag out of it. I sighed, my eyes starting to tear up. Nikki walked back into my room, immediately noticing my eyes. He said nothing and just climbed into my bed, grabbing the joint and taking a drag. I had always hoped one day he'd just kiss me straight up. He taped out the joint knowing I had just lit it.

Nikki pulled me onto his chest, I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was letting myself be so vulnerable. Not that he hadn't seen my like this, but it was still embarrassing. His hand rubbed up and down my arm. We had often cuddled like this, though I'm sure Nikki though nothing of it.

"Y/n," he said still rubbing my arm.

"Yeah," I said into his chest, sniffling.

"I love you," He said quietly.

"I love you too," I replied.

He leaned up, slightly turning to face me, I did the same.

"No like," He stopped for a second. "I love you."

"Nikki you really need to go to bed," I laughed it off refusing to believe him. "You're getting extremely tired."

"Y/n, please listen." He stared into my eyes.

"You can't love me," I frowned. "There's nothing in me for you to love."

“What the hell does that mean?” He cocked his head to the side. “Of course there is.”

I snorted.

“I’m fat, and I’m ugly. You could have anyone you want Nikki.”

“But I want you.” He stood up. “I want YOU y/n. You’ve always been here for me, you were there when I tried calling my died, you were there when I stabbed myself to escape my mom. You’ve been with me. None of the other chicks have done anything for me. I’d pick you over them any day.”

I was starting to tear up.

“I just don’t want you to regret being with me,” I started to cry again.

Nikki quickly walked over to me. He bragged my hip, and gently put his hand on my face.

“I’d never in a million years regret being with you.” He looked me in the eye. “I really really do love you. I can only hope you feel the same.”

I moved pushed him back slightly.

“Of course I love you back idiot,” I giggled.

He moved his lips to mine, his moth felt like fire burning against mine. Of course I’ve already had my fair share with kisses with people but this was different. There was something behind it. Our lips moved in sync slowly, Nikki pulling closer. We parted for a second.

“Be my girlfriend,” Nikki said quietly.

“That sounds nice,” I smiled as wide as my face could handle.

I guess I was wrong, maybe Nikki actually did love me. Only time can tell.

THE END

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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“Just A Pup”(2/?)

Alpha!Daniel/Alpha!Amanda/Omega!Reader/Alpha!Johnny featuring Twins! Sam & Robby and Baby!Miguel

(Unedited) ( Officially truring this into a Au! but I have now idea what I’m going to call it.💀) (Support Me Links🌺)

“You're more worried about the fact she is in your stupid recliner than the fact she is literally breastfeeding a pup that clearly isn't ours” Daniel’s voice was in a sharp whisper as he tried to keep it down due to the still sleeping pups in the bassinet.

Johnny shrugged as he threw his gym bag softly on the floor.

“Hey I just happen to like my chair and she only sits in it when I'm in it, on my lap, know it all. And also, from here it looks like it could be your pup Johnny rolled his eyes and huffed.

Amanda was the only one who didn't seem to be making the scene into a huge deal. Her eyes scanned over the relaxed omega who was completely laid out in the big recliner. Her eyes lazily watched the two alpha in amusement. Amanda slowly inched over to the chair, looking over the omegas arms to get a better look at the baby in her arms. She slowly sat down on the couch that was next to the chair, she leaned over the side to get a better look. She rested her chin on one of her palms as she carefully reached over and pulled the throw blanket from over the baby.

The pup detached from Reader's breast for a moment. His little hands gripped at her skin as his eyes opened slightly, big brown teary eyes. He moved around for a moment, wiggling as the warm blanket was moved.

“Their tiny...”

“I know, he's almost as tiny as Robby was when he was first born. I couldn't just let him starve.”

“The question still stands Honey.”

“Doorstep surprise? At first, I thought I got a doorbell ditch, but then I heard this little sound and looked down and found this little guy wrapped up in a ratty old blanket, dipper barely even fit him.” she smiled at Amanda as she ran a finger over the pups cheek. Amanda couldn't help but smile back as she also watched the pup.

“It's a boy?”

“Yep, I thought he looked like Daniel at first, with the black hair and tan skin. Oh, and these big brown eyes.” the two women looked down at the pup taking in all the details about him. Daniel seemed to have heard his name as he stopped his small argument with Johnny and looked toward them. Both males sighed before walking over to the two women. Both of them kneeled down on the opposite side of the recliner to look at the new pup.

“Wow he does kind look like Daniel.”

“I feel like you would say that about any Italian guy ever just to mess with me.”

“Hey, Louis looks nothing like you and you're acutely related.” Daniel rolled his eyes at Johnny. The two male alphas looked down at the pup. He blinked up at them with wide eyes as he lazily gripped at the skin of Reader's breast. He blew I tiny spit filled milk bubble from his lips before searching for Reader’s nipple again, he locked onto it and went back to feeding. Reader rubbed at his back as he started to nurse again.

“He sure is hungry, he’s attacking your tit babe.”

“Yeah, I have no idea when he last eat but I’m pretty sure it’s been a while with the way he’s going at it. When I first tried to get him to latch he wouldn’t. Now that he’s figured it out he’s going to town.”

“Lucky your a over producer.”

She hummed as she looked down at the curly haired pup. The four adults just sat in silence for a minute as they watched the pup get back into the rhythm of suckling. It wasn’t until one of the twins started to shuffle around in the bassinet that they looked over.

“Who is it?”

“Looks like Robby is awake.”

Reader sighed but smiled as Johnny scooped up the now awake baby. Sam was still sound asleep and softly breathing. Robby wiggled in Johnnys arms before making hand motions and gripping at the air. Johnny ran a thumb over the boys soft baby fat cheek, but Robby couldn’t care less as his bottom lip started to tremble.

“He’s hungry, hand him over sweet cheeks.”

Reader motioned with one hand for Johnny to pass the baby to her. Johnny quickly did that and shuffled the baby over to her.

Reader was a pro by now with shifting and handling two babies at the same time. She unlatched her other laceration bra flap and maneuvered the boy into place to start feeding. Robby’s head held firm to the side of her breast for a moment. His eyes slightly swelling with tears.

“He’s going to start crying soon because Sam’s not up with him feeding.”

“I know but I need to keep feeding-“

Everyone stopped as Robby’s outstretched arm and hand wiggled between the omegas open cleavage. Usually Sam would be up for a sheared feeding and Robby would hold onto her as they both eat.

Everyone was surprised with the curly haired boy also reached out and took Robby’s own little hand. Robby latched onto Reader’s nipple and began eating his own meal.

“Oh….”

“I thought he was going to start crying like usual.”

They all just watched as Robby nursed without a single peep. His hand clenched the other pup's hand. The two of them fed in silence.

“.....So what do we do now?” Johnny questioned as he took his shoes off and threw them into the doorway. Reader rolled her eyes as she watches him hazard toss the ratty old sneakers into the clean hallway. Daniel clearly felt the same way as he grimaced, but started taking his own dress shoes off and placing them neatly in the hallway. Amanda's heels sat on the living room floor, waiting to be put back into their closet at some point.

“I don't know to be honest, I didn't think that far ahead. I was more worried about getting him cleaned up and fed. He needs a bath too later.” Reader slowly started to rock both pups. They both snuggle deeper into her hold.

“We call someone? The police maybe? I don't know much about this kind of stuff. Who do you call to report abandoned pups?” Daniel scratched at his head. Amanda inched over and tried to run a hand over the new pup.

She was shocked in Reader jolted away from her with a look of shock and fear.

Reader never acted like this before and it made all of the alpha step back for a moment. Not understanding what they did wrong to make her jump back like that.

Reader held the pup tight to her breast, almost like she was trying to keep it away from the others. Her eyes were wide as she held the small pup.

“Your not taking him from me and that's that.” her voice cracked, something horrible bubbling in her gut. A feeling of fear and panic that sparked out of nowhere. The sudden need to keep the pup as close as possible to her without the others even getting the chance to touch him. It filled her body with pure heat and instinct to keep him safe.

Even if it was from her own alphas.

Amanda chewed at her bottom lip, pulling her hand back to her own chest. Her eyes growing deep with worry.

The air in the room grew thick and deep with the clearly upset omegas scent. It was potent and filled the room, clearly trying to say “back off” to anyone in the room. All of the alphas promptly took a step back from her to give her space. Amanda tried to rack her brain in the moment to try and figure out what she could've said it down to upset Reader. Her eyes grow worried as she started to figure out what they said that made her so upset.

“Reader we would never take our- your pups, you know that right? We would never forcefully take them. We would never take any pup from you like that.” Amanda tried to be as gentle as possible when saying it. Not wanting to push the omega away.

Reader relaxed only a little as she slowly came back down. Her posture goes lax in the chair once again.

Both Johnny and Daniel nod.

“Shes right, we would never try and take a pup away from you. If this is about the new pup, we won't do anything to him. We won't take him from you.” Daniel slowly inches towards her again.

The curly-haired pup slowly detached from her nipple once again but this time for good. His tiny belly was filled and plump, full of warm milk. His eyes blinked as he blew another milk bubble. Robby soon did the same but closed his eyes and slowly let go of the other pup's hand, going to grab at his mama’s skin.

“Here let me burp him real quick and you get Robby.” Johnny reached out for the pup. Reader though about it and ever so slowly passed the pup off to him. He gently took the pup from her, his other hand grabbing for one of the baby towels to throw on his shoulder.

The pup squirmed around for a moment as he was lifted and placed against Johnny’s big shoulder. Johnny patted at the baby's back and waited for the small sounds of his burps. His large hand ran over the baby's back as a few small gas bubbles passed.

After a few minutes he was done, the baby all happy again and full.

“He is pretty cute now that I'm seeing him up close....” Johnny mumbled as he looked down at the pup in his arms. Big brown eyes looked up at him. Daniel stood up next to him and looked at the pup as well.

“Wow you where right, he does kind look like me. Those eyes are pretty big.”

“See I told you!” Reader giggles from her spot in the recliner. Robby had since fell into silence as he relished in the close contact of his mama. His head resting against her it as he breathed in her sweet scent, calming him and keeping him relaxed.

“I want to keep him.”

“We just had twin’s, are you sure about this? It’s another baby, another almost newborn. I feel like this could be a bit to much for you when we aren’t home.”

“What if I would have had a a bigger litter? If I had wound up pregnant with even more pups then just Sam and Robby? Would you be asking the same thing?” Reader huffed. She understood where they where coming from, but the idea of having multiples was always on their mind. When they first got pregnant. The idea of twins was already there, even the idea of triplets and so one. What was one more baby at this point.

Amanda slowly nodded.

“If you are ok with it then I am. You know I love pup’s, I would be happy to have raised another one with you any day. She places a kiss on Reader’s lips as she gently scratches at Robby’s back. She presses her head to Reader’s as she looks over at the other two alphas.

Johnny and Daniel look at the two women before looking down at the boy one more time. His eyes gaze into theirs.

“I knew bonding with you would be the end of me- now you got me thinking of having even more pups with you. And now we have three.” Johnny grunted out after. Daniel and Amanda had to stop from snoring and Reader rolled her eyes.

For a few minutes it was quiet as they all just let the new feelings and emotions wash over them and sink in.

Johnny slowly gave the boy back to Reader and swapped him for a now sleeping Robby. He put the boy back in his bassinet next to Sam who was till out cold. She shifted a little to grab at her twin. The two pups falling into a small breathing rhythm.

“Did you think of a name yet? You know so we can call him something?” Daniel said as he walked over to sit next to Amanda on the couch. The two alphas cuddled up as they looked over to Reader. The omega smiled as she brushed a finger over the now sleepy pups cheek. He grunted as he grew closer to her warm skin. Brown eyes slowly fluttering closed.

“I was thinking….Miguel, Miggy for short.”

“Miguel?”

“I don’t know, he just looks like a little Miguel too me. I was actually thinking about the name before Robby was born but then Johnny talked me out of it.”

“Hey-”

“I know, you wanted to honor Bobby, who you should call more by the way. He's calling me all the time about coming to meet his wife.” she puffed out her cheeks. Johnny rolled his eyes but gave a knowing look.

“Miguel, Samatha and Robert.... Sam, Robby and Miggy. That sounds right.”

All four of them smiled as they peer over the blanket.

Miguel sleeping soundly, not yet understanding that he just gained a whole new family that was willing to do anything to keep him happy and safe for the rest of his life.

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 year

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Buck & Eddie: 6x14 - Panic Attacks and Cheaters

Both Buck and Eddie made comments in 6x14 “Performance Anxiety” that were JARRING and after thinking about it, I realized why the things they said were so interesting. It seems like their comments about panic attacks and cheaters were callbacks to season 5.

Eddie

When Eddie told Hen, “I do not panic!” everyone sitting at the table with him knew he was lying and the viewers who watched season 5 knew he was lying too. So… that means one of two things, either Eddie has a severe case of convenient amnesia, which is UNLIKELY, or he lied in CANON to remind the audience that he has in fact had panic attacks.

It appears everyone at the 118 knows Eddie’s had panic attacks and their facial expressions after he said he doesn’t panic proved it. Chimney and Buck looked at each other because Chimney saw Eddie have an attack while they were at the air traffic control tower in 5x1 “Panic” but he didn’t say anything. Eddie admitted he had them to Buck in 5x2 “Desperate Times” and even though Bobby wasn’t at the table with them in 6x14, he knows about Eddie’s panic too since he saw Eddie have an attack in 5x1 during the same call that Chimney saw him have one. Chimney and Hen are both paramedics and best friends, therefore it’s very likely he told her about Eddie’s panic attacks too.

Why would Eddie lie about something so important?

It appears he may have lied to remind the audience that he did in fact have them which could have also been to prove that he’s been lying about something else. Since he lied and said he didn’t have panic attacks, even though he did have them, what else could he be lying about?

Hmmm… I wonder what it could be🧐🧐🧐.

His mess

In addition to the lie he told; his chin looked messy because it had spaghetti sauce on it. Eddie’s been shown eating before but he’s never left food just sitting on his face without him attempting to wipe it off. At one point, he held a napkin in his hand so it appears he left the mess on his face on purpose. Some people may think it’s normal but him leaving the spaghetti sauce there could be related to the lie he told the team about him not panicking too since his ex-girlfriend said, after he broke up with her, “Sorry about the mess... but I guess it’s your mess now” and Eddie replied, “Yeah, I guess it is.” Eddie’s panic was because of his mess and she left it for him to clean up.

While they were discussing Eddie’s blind date, he told them, “I have to figure out how to let her down easy”, Buck replied, “Ooo, you’re not good at that” and Eddie said, “No, I’m not” which appears to be another callback to 5x3 when Eddie told AF, “Maybe you should go home first”. He doesn’t know how to let a woman down easy but he’s never had any problems articulating himself when he’s talking to Buck. Also, Buck’s response to Eddie about him not being good at letting women down easy, proves that Buck knows about Eddie telling AF, “Maybe you should go home first”.

Buck

It’s unusual for Buck to get aggressive or for him to make an abrupt statement to a victim while the 118 is on a call. But in 6x14 when they arrived at the bodybuilders’ competition, he told the contestant’s father, “That’s probably why everyone is so angry. No one likes a cheater”.

Well… his comment was also a callback to season 5 because he cheated on his girlfriend and the viewing audience was NOT HAPPY about it. It seems like the show was letting the audience know they heard and read the comments about the way they made Buck a cheater when in the past he never would have cheated especially after he had been catfished in season 1.

In 5x11 “Outside Looking In”, LD kissed him and he kissed her back but instead of him telling his girlfriend what he did, he asked her to move in with him. While he and Hen were in the Uber, he told her that he stopped the kiss and ran away which was a big fat lie. He finally admitted to TK that he cheated after she had already moved in and she had given up her apartment. Even though he admitted his mistake and apologized to her, the damage had already been done.

Why did Buck tell the victim “No one likes a cheater”?

It appears his comment was made for two reasons. First, it was done to remind the audience that he did in fact cheat on his girlfriend and second, the show finally acknowledged the fact that they heard the audience’s frustrations regarding the decision they made to make Buck a cheater. Even though Buck’s comment was made in the same episode as Eddie’s, it seems like his comment about cheaters didn’t have the same effect as Eddie’s comment about him not having panic attacks.

Yesterday, my blog post included an explanation of the reasons why Captain Mehta and Chief Williams were in 6x13 “Mixed Feelings” (linked here) and it appears the show wanted to remind the audience about The Earthquake from season 2 and The Shooting from season 4. In 6x14, Buck and Eddie made statements to remind viewers about things they did in season 5. With only four episodes left in season 6, will Buck and Eddie make more comments that will be callbacks to previous seasons? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

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lediableblancdotcom · 4 months

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Future of LeDiableBlanc.com

Here is the lowdown on what is going to happen with LeDiableblanc.com. Over the last month or so I have been playing around with new ideas for the site. The reasoning behind this mucking about is nothing short of I am getting old and so is the site and it needs to slow down along with me. I have been running this website alone for almost 30 years now, and I am approaching the big 50 myself, and we are in need of a smaller workload. It has been a labor of love and still will remain one, just a little slimmer, just cutting the fat. Here are the changes that I know are going to happen moving forward in the streamlining of the site:

Appearance Database:

The Appearance Database is the heart and soul of the site, so it is going nowhere. It will change (hopefully for the good), but will remain housing the same idea of collecting all of Gambit’s comic appearances. I did a quick rehaul of the “A” section in the Appearance Database, that shows how the new database will be absorbing the other information from the site. The main page of the Appearance Database will stay the same, cover and basic stats of the comic for quick reference, but by clicking on the cover you will get not only the variant images as before, you will also get any other Gambit related information from the comic as well. The database will absorb the information normally found in: Friends & Foes, Family Tree, Uniforms, Charged Items, Stolen Items, Quotes, Crossovers, Major Reads, and even some sections that never made it to the site itself and these stand alone sections will be removed from the main menu. I feel this will be be an easier way to keep that information available, but less workload on getting this information up on the site. I will also keep the Printable Master List updated regularly and available.

Sections getting the Ax:

Some areas of the website will be getting the ax all together. Most of the these sections are now redundant or out of date. Getting the ax will be Bang your Dead, Fashion Police, Wolverine Gallery, Wallpaper, and Ads. I will also be taking down Fanart, due to art theft and the AI issues of today, it is not a mess I want to step into anymore. With artists having their own social medias and websites, I feel there will be no great loss to this area leaving from the my site. The merchandise database will be coming down too, it is out of date and impossible to keep updated. Disney is very loose with their licensing, so the amount of goods coming out is too large to keep housed. Also, most new merchandise is immediately posted on the Facebook Groups much faster. I will make sure to post some of the older, more unknown goods to the Tumblr “Obscure Gambit” page, so that older stuff doesn’t disappear completely.

Sections on the Fence:

I will be keeping the Non-Sport and Game Card databases. They are relative to Appearance, in my opinion, and will remain and updated as much as possible. Saying that, I am on the fence with the Sketch Card database. It is technically an appearance, but the cards are not available to everyone and the database can never be completed because the actual amount of cards are unknown and are constantly being made. I am also on the fence about keeping the media outside of comics, like movies, animated tv, and video games. They are technically not anything I have to update a lot, because the information is complete for now, but eventually new episodes/games will be made, and I am not really into the other media, so I usually am unaware. So I may leave them for now and decide later on those. I am really debating on taking the site back to it’s comic only roots and removing those sections.

I would really like any feedback, for or against these leaving the site. So please let me know your opinions.

Galleries: As I said above, the Fanart, Wallpaper, and Wolverine galleries are being axed. I am going to keep the Edits, Original Pages, and the Cover galleries on the site. They may not get as many updates as usual, but they are not time sensitive, so it should be fine. Those are highly used galleries, so I don’t want to take them away for now.

Social Media/Domains:

The LeDiableBlanc.com Facebook Group and the two Tumblr (lediableblanc.com and Obscure Gambit) pages will remain and operate as usual. I will not be using Reddit (why so much hate for Reddit?), Instagram never got used much anyway, and will be discontinued. I will never open a Twitter/X, so don’t ask. I am willing to take any suggestions on other social media, but no promises. I will not be renewing some of the domain names that mirror the site. I will always keep lediableblanc.com and remylebeau.com, but iheartgambit.com, xmengambit.com, xmenlebeau.com will most likely not be renewed as site mirrors. They are rarely used and the money spent on their renewal can go towards the annual server fees.

Patreon, I am going to remove at the end of the rehaul. I thank everyone who donated, it helped more than you know. If you want to donate one last time, I will be forever grateful, server fees are not cheap, but with the downgrade of the site I don’t expect anyone to do any kind of monthly support. I may go back to the annual begging, so prepare for that, but I don’t expect anything from anyone but enjoying the site.

If you have any questions, suggestions, or feedback of any kind, PLEASE let me know. Reply to this message or email me at [email protected]. You can message me through the Facebook group or on Tumblr as well.

It will probably take me a few months to get the Appearance Database up to date and the other information added, so not many changes or updates may happen until that is completed. So the soon to be removed areas will remain until it is done and uploaded.

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thegreenleavesofspring · 21 days

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How do you tear yourself away once you created a hole of sin for yourself? I'm trying to stop sinning- especially with what I ship (I won't go into details but it's bad) I want to go back to christ and I don't know what to do

Me personally? Usually several weeks to a month of combination beating myself up and sulking before I break and end up ugly crying on my bathroom floor or under my couch or somewhere else weird while sobbing out prayers. It's not a process I actually recommend, however.

More seriously, though. There are a few things to keep in mind:

He actually really, really wants you to talk to Him again. He wants to restore that broken relationship. He is not standing ready with a rod - those stripes already fell on another back. He is standing ready with a hug and immeasurable love.

No matter how filthy you feel (and I speak here from experience) His blood is sufficient to wash it all gone. Say the word and repent, and it'll be gone. One of Satan's favorite tactics is tricking us into beating ourselves up over something that the very God of the Universe has obliterated from His memory.

(This is a lesson that I'm still learning.)

That part is, once you can screw yourself up to it, easy enough. It's easy enough to repent. It's breaking the habit of the sin that is oh so hard. Not backsliding right back into it all. And I'm sorry, there is no quick and easy fix for that. (I really wish there were.) It's a teeth-gritted drawn out process. I do some of the usual recommendations - a bit of Bible reading every morning, forcefully turning my thoughts into other directions, thinking of what He suffered for our sin - this can make you lose your taste for it, at least right then, very abruptly; to think of yourself pounding in the nails - any sort of distraction to pull one's mind away from the immediate temptation and back to God.

That said, I'm going to be presumptuous and make some guesses and assertions based on you saying the problem is your shipping specifically. And I'm going to guess that maybe you've got some unhealthy relationships with relationships in general, or will. Or maybe not! But maybe look into that.

That aside, it might be useful to look into what, exactly, about the ship or ships draws you in. If it's just straight-up perversion, yeah scrap that for good. If there are other elements, however, deconstruct it and pick out what exactly it is that you like. Is it the characters' personalities? Backgrounds? Chemistry? Something else? If you can take the elements that aren't sinful and apply them elsewhere, you can start realigning your own preferences into something healthier.

That's the thing; all relational and sexual perversion is Satan's twisting of something very, very good - something designed specifically to mirror Christ's relationship with His Church. There's nothing inherently wrong with shipping as long as it's done right, or liking two compatible characters. I've seen a lot of people do genderbenders to make M/M or F/F ships M/F; I've got no personal opinion on that either way.

But ultimately: pray. Pray pray pray pray pray pray pray. You can't do this. Straight up? You can't do it. Not by your own power. You have to want to. You have to be willing to strive to. But you'll never, ever do it alone. You can't. He's got to do His work in you. And you have to ask Him to.

You can't tear out of that hole. The only way to get out of that hole is to just suck it up and go "Hey. God. I really messed up, I messed up so much, and I need You to do something about it." Pride is a big fat horsechoker pill going down (speaking from experience) and it can make a body squirm to go crawling back feeling absolutely filthy (speaking from experience) especially if it's instance 3,257 of the exact same sin you've been trying to kick for years (speaking from experience) but it is, in the end, the only way out. You've gotta ask Him to throw you a rope, and the only way to do that is to start praying. Some denominations have you Confess it to either a priest or a member of a congregation, but ultimately you're going to have to pray about it anyway. (Speaking from experience.) No matter how much your flesh really, really, really doesn't want to.

I know the guilt looks like an impassable brick wall. I promise it's not. It's an illusion. He's got a wrecking ball that can shatter those bricks into nothing and He's waiting for you to ask Him. Doesn't matter how many bricks, how high, how thick. That Blood can wash it all away.

TL/DR: Pray. Especially if you don't feel like you can or should.

I'm praying for you, Anon. ❤

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eddiemunching · 2 years

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Heyyy, I love your fics and I was wondering if I could request a Steve Harrington x reader .

Where Steve and the reader are close and they low key like eachother. And reader is at a party and she gets super drunk and guys are messing with her so she calls Steve and Steve has to come help her situation .

Can we all get a Steve to come to our rescue?

Warnings: drinking, angst, uncomfortable situation, mature themes, fluff at the end, kinda more modern phone use, drunk! Reader

AN: it’s been a while but I’m back from all my school related work! I hit 250 followers and needed to celebrate with some soft Steve. It’s honestly kinda rushed and bad but he deserves extra happiness.

Drunk Text Romance - Steve x Reader

There was no denying that you didn’t like to have a good time. Every weekend you could be found at a new location, meeting with people each time to befriend. Enjoying yourself was a core part of self care, even if that involved blacking out at the end of the night. This time Steve had refused to join you, claiming he was too tired and he wanted you to just have fun without him dragging you down. You did practically force Steve to go to these parties with you anyway. He was bound to get bored of them sooner or later.

It wasn’t as if you had nothing else to do. You simply just wanted to enjoy some time away from the hustle and bustle of school — even if there same people were there. Looking around at the high school boys, you realized you were missing Steve more than ever. The way he looked out for you, holding your drink while you ran to the bathroom. He served as your protection and honestly saved you from many many unwanted situations. You were forever grateful for that. Especially when the same boys at the party chose to come up to you, begging for your number.

“Where’s your little boyfriend tonight?” One of them sneered, looking down upon you with a look mixed between disgust and what was that — hunger?

“Steve isn’t my boyfriend.” You sighed, brushing them off with a wave of your hand. “He’s my best friend.” Taking another swig of your drink, you push past them to get a refill.

“So, one of us has a chance?” Another one butted in, following you to the kitchen.

“I’m only interested in funny men with big hair and a lot of money.” You laughed into your cup, not realizing you were unintentionally describing Steve. “Oh and a good fashion sense.”

As the night went on, your words slurred together and your internal balance was thrown off completely. The only way you could stop the room from spinning was sitting down and closing your eyes. Luckily for you, you had already sent Steve many drunken voicemails with the phrase “I miss you”, hopefully serving as an invitation to come pick you up. It was basically routine by now. When he doesn’t come, he will be constantly keep checking up on you or you can leave your infamous messages, almost always ending in sweet endearments for the boy. That’s just how it worked with Steve.

As you get comfortable on the couch, you feel an unfamiliar weight on the pillow beside you, creating a dip in the springs.

“This seat is taken.” You groan, feeling your shoulders brush together awkwardly, no space separating you.

“C’mon, there’s plenty of space for me.” The boy from earlier cooed into your ear, brushing your hair slightly with his fat fingers.

“Just leave me alone, please.” You said, feeling lightheaded from all the drinking. “Go bother someone else.”

“We both know I’m not bothering you at all.” He keens. “You like all this attention, you’re always begging for it at parties.”

Grossed out by his intrusive behavior, you push him off quickly and head to the nearest bathroom, growing more angry as he followed closely you. Shutting the door particularly hard in his face, you make sure to lock it and pull out your phone, dialing the only number you could think of.

“Hey, Steve?” You call desperately, hoping this would be the time he’d decide to pick up tonight. After waiting a few minutes, a groggy voice picks up, groaning lowly.

“It’s late.” Steve sighs into the phone. “What’s going on?”

“I went to that party.” You begin. “And now I really just want to go home.”

“Did something happen?” Steve’s voice perked up. “Do you want me to come get you?”

“Please?” That was all that it took for Steve to come rushing down. Not even ten minutes later he was banging on the bathroom door with your secret friend code, knocking out each tune with his fist to show you it was him behind the door.

Opening it slowly, you see a clearly tired Steve, panting heavily. “I’m sorry for waking you.” You fell onto his chest, clinging to him. His hands came up to rest on your waist, letting you soak in his familiarity.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He took your wrist and headed towards the front door.

“She’s with me.” A voice called out, coming to stop Steve from moving any further. “Me and some boys were gonna take her home.”

“She’s not getting in a car with you weirdos.” Steve grumbled, pulling you closer. “She’s coming with me.”

All this movement was making you nauseous. You just wanted to be in bed and fast asleep, away from all this unnecessary drama. Before you could mention to Steve your current state, you promptly threw up all over the boys in front of you. Them screaming to get away led to you and Steve having enough time to leave, heading to his car safely.

“That was so disgusting.” You screamed into your hands. “And embarrassing.”

“I’m just glad you called me.” Steve smiled apologetically, patting your thigh as a sense of comfort.

“This is why you shouldn’t ditch me.” You pouted, placing your hand over Steve’s to keep it in place. “What would I do without you?”

“Clearly, not much.” He joked, trying to make light out of the situation. You sniffled out a laugh before turning to look at Steve, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“I’m so stupid for coming out late and alone.” You fall into the seat, anger building up.

“You just wanted fun, okay?” Steve reassured you, turning off the car. “I’ll always come get you.”

“My personal knight.” You winked, taking a giant gulp of water. Steve offered to walk you to your front door, trying to prove his gentleman status right away. “I’ll always appreciate this, Steve.”

“Anything for you.” He smiled, walking a few paces behind.

“Can you stay tonight?” You pleaded, going to unlock your door.

“I think you need some rest.” He tried to reason with you, pushing you towards the door with a soft nudge.

“Goodnight Stevie.” You leaned in to hug him, squeezing him close. When you make the decision to walk into your house, Steve uses your wrist to turn you back around, facing him.

“One more thing.” He calls out before pressing his lips to yours, kissing with such a passion you feel a weakness in your knees. “Goodnight.” He finally says, leaving you on your doorstep alone with your thoughts — and feelings.

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thatharringrovehoe · 2 years

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Thinking of a Steve who's a total virgin when Billy propositions him for a casual hook up. Like, all the king Steve bullshit? It was just that. Bullshit. Just alot of smoke and mirrors backed up by the rich boy benefits. In this AU he never even hooked up with Nancy when they dated. But Steve is crushing hard and Billy is so hot and his last relationship fell apart because he wasn't ready to get physical, so he figures 'Fuck it, I can do this'. Only when Billy pulls up to his driveway, Steve is a nervous wreck. He wants to have sex with Billy, he does! But he's so inexperienced and Billy is from California, beautiful and tan with a girl hanging off his arm every other night. Steve's pulse is thumping in his neck, palms sweaty enough he has to wipe them on his jeans every few minutes. When the doorbell rings, Steve jumps a foot in the air. And Jesus, Billy looks like sin when he opens the door, smelling like spicy cologne and leather and Steve is going to pass out. Billy starts to notice something is off about the time he pulls Steve to straddle his lap on the couch. He's shaking under Billy's hands, and not entirely in a good way, breathing just this side of panicked. And okay, Billy isn't an asshole, he can tell when someone has changed their mind. Doesn't want to sound like a bitch about the whole thing when he sighs.

"Look, no pressure Harrington. We don't have to do this."

Steve's eyes snap up to meet his, pupils blown out black but still looking scared.

"What? No! I want to, I swear! I'm just uh. Nervous. I guess."

And alright, that's fair, this is Indiana after all. Billy was already kind of expecting to take the lead tonight. Runs his hands soothingly across the tops of Steve denim clad thighs.

" 'S alright baby. We can take it slow."

Because underneath it all, Steve is obviously interested, the hard outline of his dick through his jeans a testament to that. But there still seems to be a piece to this that Billy is missing.

"Steve, you have to tell me what's wrong if we're gonna do this. I don't like being someone's regret in the morning."

A blush spreads across Steve's cheeks all the way down the collar of his pollo, ears a bright and telling pink. Steve looks to the side, chewing his bottom lip fat and red, hands clenched tight in Billy's shirt like a lifeline. He mumbles so quiet Billy wouldn't have even thought he'd spoken if he wasn't looking for it.

"Gotta speak up Bambi. Use your big boy voice."

Billy's hoping for levity, but the joke falls flat, leaving an awkward tension in the room that stretches and stretches.

"I'm uhm. I-... Fuck, okay, you can't laugh."

Billy can feel a smirk curling without his permission, but the look Steve shoots him makes him pause. Steve looks serious, jaw clenched and ticking. The "or I'll kick you out" goes unspoken but heavily implied.

"Alright pretty boy, scouts honor" Billy traces his finger in an 'x' over his heart. "I promise."

Steve takes a deep breath, and proceeds to shatter Billy's entire fucking brain.

"I'm a virgin."

Its like throwing a drum of gasoline onto a campfire, heat roaring from Billy's gut to the tips of his fingers and toes. He wishes his God damn dick had given him more time to say something appropriate, something sensitive, before it kicks hard underneath Steve's ass.

Billy doesn't even need a mirror to know that Steve isn't the only one blushing now.

"Okaaay. And that's...a problem?"

By the look on Steve's face, he sure seems to think so. Which definitely tracks, because why would a pretty thing like Steve Harrington want his first time to be with someone like Billy?

"I want to do this, Billy. I just. I don't know what I'm doing. I wanna make it good for you, but-... I'm afraid I'm gunna mess it up."

Billy can relate to that last part, considering he feels two seconds away from blowing his load with a virgin Steve Harrington in his god damn lap. He takes Steve's trembling hands in his own before he speaks.

"Steve, baby. We could literally just sit here and watch a movie and I'd be good with that. You're not gonna mess anything up."

Steve's back to biting his lip, looking at Billy with cautious hope from under floppy brown hair. It's unkempt from how much Steve has been nervously running his hand through it. Billy feels affection tingle through his chest in a sudden rush.

Steve shifts in his lap and it has Billy throwing his head back in a hiss, hitting the couch with a thunk. When he looks back up, Steve is grinning. It's a little wobbly, a little unsure, but genuine. He leans in slow, and when their lips connect it reminds Billy of eating pop rocks on the beach back home. Tingly and warm and so so sweet. Steve pulls back first, Billy leaning forward to chase the taste he knows he'll be craving until the day they put him in the ground.

"Take me to bed Hargrove"

Billy smiles something wicked, tongue between his teeth. In a flash, he's standing with Steve's legs wrapped around his waist, already on his way to carry Steve up the stairs.

"That I can do, pretty boy"

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