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jae-bummer · 10 months

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The Janitor's Closet

Request: hi, i love everything i've read from you!!! can i request some hyunjin friends to lovers fluff? :) i don't want to give you too many directions to let you work your magic !

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"I don't know what I'm late for, but I know that I am," Hyunjin muttered, looking down at his watch.

You glanced up at him as you walked side by side toward one of the practice rooms. When he had asked if you wanted to meet for lunch, you figured he was probably blowing something else off, but you weren't going to decline. Time with your best friend was like gold, and you often got very little of it.

"Dance practice?" you asked. "Studio time?"

"Nooo," he hummed, scrunching his face. "It'll come to me."

"Yeah, once you miss whatever it is," you chuckled, coming to a pause in the hallway. "Thanks for the food today."

Hyunjin stopped as well, checking his phone before turning his attention to you.

"Don't be weird," he laughed, pushing you lightly on the shoulder. "Why are you thanking me?"

You tried not to internalize the small pang that stabbed through your chest at his reaction. Hyunjin always downplayed the little things he did that made you feel special. Going to lunch wasn't just meeting up with a friend. He put you into his schedule, usually picked the restaurant you liked best, and always insisted on paying. He knew what your go-to order was, so he'd pick that just in case you didn't like what you deviated to. It was all more than enough to be thankful for.

If only you could verbalize it without making things awkward.

"I know you don't have a lot of time," you settled on saying. "I appreciate it when you spend it with me."

"Y/N," he smirked, shaking his head. "So sentimental."

He was right. You were sentimental, but he was dismissive only when it came to things he did. If the roles were reversed, he would hold you in reverence. That's just how he operated.

Staring up at the boy you had grown so close to over the years, you tried not to let out a dreamy sigh. While the line separating your friendship from anything more was abundantly clear, you couldn't help but fall a little bit more in love with him on days like today. You had harbored a crush since you had first crossed paths, and that wasn't something that faded as you grew closer. When it was someone like Hyunjin, your feelings were left to their own devices. That meant even when untended, they grew like a weed.

"Shit," Hyunjin hissed, shaking you out of your thoughts. You furrowed your brow as you watched him read over a text. "It was my English lesson."

"Aaaah," you hummed knowingly. "That's what you conveniently forgot."

"Why do I need formal tutoring?" he muttered. "My best friend is fluent."

"You only ever ask me to teach you inappropriate phrases."

"Because they're useful!" he gasped.

"In what?" you grinned. "Perpetuating your death wish when pissing off your members?"

"Just because Lee Know-" he started, but immediately stilled. Like a deer in headlights, he looked past you with wide eyes.

"What?" you asked. Turning to look over your shoulder, you were surprised when he gripped your arm and held you still instead.

"In here," he said quickly, yanking open the door closest to the two of you. Shoving you inside, he quickly crammed his body beside yours in what appeared to be a janitorial closet.

"Hyunjin, what the fu-" you started, but he immediately put a hand over your mouth.

"I swear I just saw him," a familiar voice you recognized as Seungmin's sighed. "He knew we were reviewing our tour speeches today."

Fuck, he mouthed, leaning his head back on the shelves behind him and shutting his eyes.

You were guessing he had forgotten about that part.

An unfamiliar man's voice grumbled beside Seungmin. "Let's just go back. He sent me a copy to review. I can email back over my notes."

Seungmin made a scoffing noise before you heard the two sets of footsteps wander away.

Letting out a sigh, it took Hyunjin a moment before realizing his fingers were still over your mouth. Admittedly, you were too busy being preoccupied by the fact that your bodies were nearly flush against each other to remove it yourself.

"Sorry," he groaned, dropping his hand. "Let's wait this out another five minutes or so and then we can make a run for it."

You licked your lips, trying to process the situation. It was cramped, dark, and smelled vaguely of bleach.

"Or," you said, free to speak again. "You could go to your English lesson."

"I'm doubling down," he said quietly, his expression moody. "I'm already in hiding. I'm not wasting it."

"Wasting it?" you laughed. "Hyunjin, we are crammed together in a closet, breathing in toilet cleaner."

"And here I thought you had a new perfume," he teased, wrinkling his nose.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to argue again, but were instantly cut off by Hyunjin's gasp. "Something pulled my hair."

Shuffling back and forth in alarm, his body moved even closer to yours, closing what was already a small gap.

"Something?" you muttered, trying to keep your breathing even. You didn't think you had been this physically close to Hyunjin in the entirety of knowing him. "Was it the ghosts of janitor's past?"

"You're not funny!" he whined, patting at the back of his head. "Check with your flashlight, is there a spider back there?"

"I wasn't aware of spiders having hands," you sighed, reaching toward your back pocket to tug out your phone. After a small struggle, you accepted that you would need to lean forward to get to it. Trying to remain calm, you pushed your chest into his and yanked.

"Sorry," you said quietly. Standing on your tiptoes, you flipped on the light and tried to angle your body around his. "I don't see anything."

By the time you realized that Hyunjin had fallen completely silent, your body was already wrapped around his.

"Sorry," you said again, trying to create distance that just didn't exist in the tight space.

"It's-it's okay," he managed, his voice hoarse. "I asked you to check."

"Right," you said quietly, sliding your phone easily into your front pocket instead.

After a few moments of silence, and what seemed like an eternity of analyzing every area your body touched his, Hyunjin finally cleared his throat. "Y/N?"

"Mmm?"

"Have you ever thought about us?"

"Us?" you croaked. "I think about us all the time."

"No," he sighed. "Not in that way."

You remained quiet a moment. Surely, he didn't mean...

"What answer are you looking for, Hyunjin?"

"I don't knooow," he groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face. "You're just so warm and so comfortable. And you smell so much better than toilet cleaner, I promise I was joking."

"I hope you were," you laughed, amazed at the man falling apart in front of you. "What is happening right now?"

"I don't know!" he repeated. "When you were trying to save my life from the sadistic spider lord, a switch flipped somewhere in my head."

"Okay," you said slowly. There was a lot to unpack there.

"I'm touch starved and attracted to you in the worst way," he whispered. "I know I shouldn't think about you like that, but you make it so hard."

"Oh," you said, disbelief coating your tone. "So, this is my fault then?"

"Yes!" he gasped dramatically. His hands fell from his face and revealed a pained expression. "Honestly, you are so hard to resist, you should be ashamed of yourself."

You let out a choked laugh of surprise. Was it possible that Hyunjin, who you had known for countless years at this point, actually had similar feelings for you that you had for him?

"You suck at confessing," you muttered, shaking your head. You couldn't believe that simply verbalizing his emotions was causing his head to nearly explode.

"I suck at a lot of things!" he said, seeming to be more frustrated with himself than anyone in the situation. "But I don't want to suck at being a boyfriend, which is why I've never said anything, and now my big dumb face has no control because I'm locked in like a six-by-six cupboard with you and literally you are all I can think about."

"Hyunjin," you laughed. "I like you too."

"Don't play with my feelings, Y/N," he croaked. "I'm fragile."

"I know this," you sighed, reaching up to cradle his cheek with your palm. "Who do you think has been protecting you all of this time?"

"Who says I need protecting?" he muttered.

"You," you grinned.

"Okay, maybe, but are you serious? Do you really feel the same way?" he said, his expression achingly hopeful.

"Of course, I do," you said quietly, pulling yourself to your toes. Kissing him softly on the tip of his nose, you smiled. "How can anyone who knows you not fall in love with you?"

"Love?" he squeaked, his face going from hope to pleasant surprise. A slow smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. "You love me?"

"Well, I-" you struggled. You thought that much had been apparent.

Hyunjin giggled before wrapping his arms around your waist. Pressing his face into your neck, he nuzzled you. "You love me."

"Against my better judgement," you sighed.

Pulling away slightly, Hyunjin's eyes flitted across your face before zeroing in on your lips. "Would now be a bad time to kiss you?"

"You already confessed to me in a janitorial closet," you teased. "What even is a bad time anymore?"

This caused him to laugh before he tilted his head toward yours. Closing your eyes, you braced for what you had always hoped for.

And would continue to hope for.

"Found you!" you heard Seungmin gasp just as the small space was flooded with light.

Blinking up at the intruder, you could only sigh. "Really, Seungmin?"

"He's late for his lesson!" he grumbled, crossing his arms. Looking back and forth between the two of you, his eyebrows rose. "And now I see why."

Without missing a beat, Hyunjin shoved Seungmin roughly in the shoulder, causing him to retreat a few steps. "Five more minutes."

Yanking the door closed again, he nestled you in his arms. "Now, where were we?"

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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this is gonna sound a bit weird LMFAOO but can u make a story about tom comforting you after you has a nightmare something HELP THIS SOUND SO CRINGEY but i need it so please😭😭😭😭

(Hello! Thank you for requesting and I'm sorry if this is not to your taste and it's not cringey just may be bad bc this is my first nightmare comfort lmao)

I'm Real, They're Not

You didn't know what time it was when you bolted upright in bed, but looking out the hotel window, it was late.

You looked around almost frantically, your heartbeat racing as a permanent cold sweat covered you like you were drowning.

"Huh? Yo, (Name)...?" Tom muttered, seeing you look right at him in the dark as he sat up on his arms, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You barely acknowledged him, Tom noticed you seem to stare through him and not at him.

"Babe?" Tom asked, finding your arm in the dark as he grabbed it only for it to be yanked back.

"Hey! Hey," Tom pulled his hand back as a now terrified look bloomed on your face, Tom's posture and expression more cautious, a bit more gentle and sympathetic than before.

"You okay?" Tom asked, just as he saw you stare into the dark as tears almost gathered in your eyes, your body shaking.

Tom finally had it click in his mind.

Tom sighed, moving closer to you, slowly not to scare you once more before he reached out for you.

"(Name)..." Tom trailed off to a whisper, noting your shaking figure from the night terrors you had been having recently.

They came every night, no matter how hard you clung to Tom or how many times you woke up and went back to sleep.

Only thing was Tom was always there, but your mind wasn't always.

"I'm gonna touch you real quick, okay?" Tom continued on, practicing what he knew almost by heart now.

You turned to him to see your boyfriend, looking at you carefully as his hand hovered over your arm, finally seeing wasn't just in your mind, but your boyfriend who helped you sleep at night.

You didn't answer, your eyes darting over his face as Tom gently rested his hand on your arm, letting you register it before he moved once more.

Tom wrapped his arm around you, waiting a moment as your almost slacked figure stayed so still as he brought you closer.

You took it all in, his scent, the feeling of his skin uncovered by a shirt, remembering as he complained it got hot, and realized you weren't there.

Tom could recite the moment he felt your hand make its way onto his arm, gripping into it almost painfully but he refused to say anything.

He would take it, what mattered now was comforting you.

You moved quickly once you knew it, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried out of shock, terror and almost embarrassment once again for having him see you like this.

Tom shushed you softly, gathering you in his lap as you held on tightly, feeling his hands on your thigh and holding you tightly.

"It felt so real…" You almost sobbed out, feeling Tom running his hands over your legs and arms almost comfortingly.

"I know, I know. It wasn't, though. I'm real, they're not." Tom whispered into your ear, not making a move as you held on and he kissed the top of your head.

"It's okay, nothing gonna happen while I'm here. I won't let it." Tom whispered against your hair, waiting for your response but getting none.

"I won't let it, you know that. Okay?" Tom repeated once again, waiting until he finally got the quiet nod he needed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." You apologized through your tears, feeling Tom let go ever so slightly to run away your tears with the pad of his thumbs.

"Don't be. I'll gladly do it, every night if I have to." Tom shook his head, kissing your forehead, your cheeks and finally, your lips.

"I'll stay up all night if it means being here when you need me."

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #tom kualitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom

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cerealyoam · 2 years

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N-SFW - Trapped in a room with Pantalone

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tags: fingering, gn reader, but reader also has female parts, reader wears a dress, praise, teasing, lots of teasing, kissing, handjob, nsfw content, explicit content, have fun yall

a/n: pantalone has a chokehold on me. did I spend two days doing this? Yeah. Do i regret it? Not at all. May make one for male reader soon amen.

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In the darkness, there is no one else but you—and Pantalone, but he's freakishly quiet anyway, so his presence is close to nothing. With pipes lining the walls, only a small clear patch of it remains. You and Pantalone lean against it, hidden.

Neither of you have heard any noises for the past few minutes. To that, you feel you can put the chase to rest. After all, it's not like you know how you came here, either.

You're in Pantalone's arms, them having wrapped languidly around your body. You're pressed up against him still, realizing that he feels quite warm. Maybe his presence is much better than none at all. You'd rather not go through this on your own, anyway.

At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. Your chest pounds from the minutes ago of being chased. You look up at Pantalone, only to find him staring into you.

He says nothing.

You must have really lucked out on your partnership with him, you think upsettedly. If this were literally any other person, maybe they'd be freaking out like you were, or at the very least talk some sort of nonsense about how none of this shit makes sense... but the Regrator only continues his visual assault.

"Can you not?" You huff. "I know I'm dolled up today, but at least make your weird ogling less obvious."

This is how you get men to fuck off, right? By calling out cooties or something. "You like me, don't you?" and they get flustered and bugger off.

Unlike you, Pantalone's breathing is steady, slow, and near silent. If it weren't for the fact you were in some sort of vacuum space, you'd not be able to hear any of it.

He's always been silent, hasn't he? When you first approached him, he silently looked for your wallet with you. When you first met him again, he silently appeared from behind. You're never able to detect him, no matter the situation.

"You finally noticed?" He hums. There's a wide, satisfied grin on his face.

Excuse me?

You must have said that out loud, because Pantalone only replies in turn. "Mmm, you haven't then. Let me put it in a language you can understand."

You don't even feel his embrace differ until two gloved fingers are under your chin, tipping your jaw upwards.

His eyes trail down, pausing, before slowly looking you up to your eyes again. They're half lidded. He leans in.

You know what's happening, but can't find it in yourself to deny.

He kisses you.

His bottom lip catches on yours, and you move yours in tandem. Pantalone lowers his head further, the kiss slow, languid and sensual.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and his, too. His other arm moves to your torso, gliding up your waist, resting right under your chest. Your hands stay pressed against his chest. His hand on your chin now rests against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

When before, there was no sound other than your panting, now you're panting along with the noises of a gentle kiss.

He's so gentle with you. He's not once gripped, tugged or manhandled, only guiding you welcomingly, and you follow his movements. He's so, fucking, gentle.

You gasp as his hand on your torso dips to your ass, playing with the waistband.

"May I?" He whispers.

You flush. Perhaps this really isn't the time. You were both in the middle of escaping a heist for goodness sake!

You could be doing anything more productive by now. Figuring out where you are, why no one's here, how you got here, how to get out...

Though, its been ages since you've gotten a break. This gala was supposed to be a you night, where all the thoughts in your head are filled with good music, alcohol and no Pantalone to fuck your emotions up.

He's even doing it again. Making you feel so, so, confused.

"I believe I asked you a question, darling," the devil himself repeats. His fingers still fiddle with the waistband, slipping in slightly, before slipping out.

That's hot, you think. Like all your thoughts make sense. You want him out of your life for messing it up, but you want him in it to make it better. Better by kissing you like he just did seconds ago, better by giving you all these crawly feelings in your stomach, better by making you forget why you wanted him out of your life in the first place.

"I'm not hearing any approvals..." Pantalone insists. His smile has already faltered into an unreadable frown, but his thumb on your cheek caresses you gently. Slowly, it moves to your lips, as if asking for entrance. "If you don't want to, we can end this right now and pretend this never happened."

Your logic wanted to say no, but your mouth did the work for you. "Yes."

The grin returns to his face. "Good."

His thumb pushes in, and his lips encase yours once more.

The kiss is still gentle, but after a peck, Pantalone's tongue glides against your lips, before locking against your teeth with another peck with it.

Pantalone hums, and the vibration tickles against you.

You almost forget what's happening, until a hand at your waistband dips to the hem of your skirt, lifting up.

You're exposed.

"Adorable panties," he murmurs between kisses. As his tongue dips back into your mouth, his fingers caress your clothed mound.

"I always wondered what was down here," He says, parting only to reattach at your neck, and suck.

His fingers glide and press like the experienced man he is, a single one starting to rub against your nub.

It switches from faint circles, barely pressing down on the spot you so wish, into a hard, slow side-to-side motion.

From one side of your nub to the other, he presses hard and lifts up, drawing a zigzag, all the while moving down your neck to your shoulder.

"Pesky top," he whispers, yet harshly yanking your collar to the side. "Stopping me from reaching what's mine to keep."

You gasp.

His mouth lifts again. "Did you know how you affected me tonight?" He kisses another part of your shoulder. "You're so beautiful I couldn't take my gaze off your back. I wanted to pull you away from your pesky friends and bend you over the bar, take you right then and there in front of everyone."

If you're about to respond, it doesn't matter, because Pantalone tugs at your panties, pulling them down.

On instinct, you follow along, pulling them off, Pantalone snatching them before you can pick them up.

He lifts it to his coat, pocketing it.

You stare at him in awe, at his bold move, but he only smiles.

"You can't—"

"Oh, honey, but I can."

Just as he's lathered enough of your precum, fingers dip into your entrance.

Waisting no time, Pantalone explores.

His fingers move back and forth, taking time to rub on the walls, twisting in a forward scissoring motion, before stopping to thrust in and out slowly.

He must have done this a million times before, what with his old age and neverending experience list. You've never felt this good before, your fingers never doing this much for you before.

Just as you think you're getting used to it, Pantalone switches his strategies and thrusts in all the way to his knuckles, pushing like he's looking for something.

Just as he does so, he whispers into your ears. "Touch yourself.”

You nod, reaching down to rub at your nub, but he swats your hand away. You look up at him confusedly.

"No, no," he tuts. "You should be saying, yes, master."

You breathe in, your thoughts having filled with the thoughts of wanting to cum to think twice. "Yes, master."

At last, he let's go of your hand, you finally able to rub at it.

"Good," he drawls, a sly grin on his face, his hand dipping back into your cunt, him continuing to poke and prod. "Keep moaning for me, just. Like. That."

His fingers are long, so it takes no time before you gasp out as he hits your sweet spot.

You feel him smile against your skin, kissing your ears, nipping on the lobe.

"Ahh, I just love the sounds you make," he whispers, his breath tickling your ears, making you whimper away. "Quiet, loud, even your little pants... send all these lovely signals down here."

His free hand reaches for yours, pulling you to feel his crotch. The size of the bulge makes you shiver.

Pantalone hums, "Take it out."

You tug at his waistband, somehow popping open the button with one hand. You're impatient, frantic, dipping into his briefs and pulling out his cock.

It's longer than it is thick, probably able to reach places inside that you've never felt before.

"That's it," Pantalone continues. "Stroke it."

You nod.

The moan he let's out is obscene, right against your ear still. He's loud, his deep voice only sending tremors all over your body.

"Faster," he says, cooing. "Squeeze it a bit."

He's not once stopped hitting your sweet spot, and you can feel your high coming soon. You squeeze the base, gliding up to rub at his tip, speeding up your hand.

You make a noise that lets him know you're close.

"Gonna cum?" He taunts, but his voice is heady. "Come on, you want me to stick it in, don't you? Bully your little hole until its shaped just for me."

You nod frantically.

"What did I say?"

"Yes, master!"

His fingers thrust up one more time, your finger on your nub presses, you squeeze one more time and Pantalone groans loudly as you cum.

You keep stroking him, harder and faster, bringing your other hand to play with his tip.

"Ooh, yes, you're a natural," he praises. "Keep this up and I just might let you go for round two."

You gulp at the thought.

It doesn't take long before he's cum on your hand.

You both pant, slowly coming down from your high.

Eventually, you two breathe normally again, Pantalone's fingers slipping out of your hole. Your hands are no more slick than his are.

"Good job," he whispers. "I'd go for another round, but you won't be able to take it."

You're too tired to respond at this point. So tired, in fact, you miss his last words, murmured into your neck.

"So beautiful."

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#I should have never been let out of the microwave #I Gabe reader female parts because I didn’t think pantalone carries lube around with him #and I didn’t want to add a plot hole #sorry #the teaser dropped and I dropped my balls #pantalone x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader #gn reader #Genshin x reader smut #pantalone x reader smut #pantalone x gn reader #pantalone x gn reader smut

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tgrailwar-zero · 4 months

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Can we conjure a nice fashionable Accessory to wear for the Party?

You focused incredibly hard, and managed to give yourself a nice hat.

Now you look like the life of the party.

KUKULKAN: "Huh? Did I say something weird?" MUSASHI: "Hehe. I don't think so! 'Nice body', absolutely!"

KUKULKAN: "I want first dance!"

Like a rocket taking off, you were suddenly scooped up into the air and spun around, KUKULKAN giggling happily as she pulled you around in the air, caught in a zero-gravity waltz.

Though once you were high enough, her smile faded. She began, rather abruptly, as if this had been something lingering in her mind for a while. Despite you dubious tangibility, you could feel her grip tighten a bit.

KUKULKAN: "Gods are supposed to be cold and discerning, right?"

She asked, suddenly.

"They're supposed to do what needs to be done, no matter what happens or who gets hurt. But now, now I'm starting to have doubts. Gods are supposed to be powerful, and skillful… but all I'm really good at is beating things up, how can I be a wise god like that?"

It seemed like KUKULKAN saw herself as a 'fledging god', compared to others. It was a bit odd, the name 'Kukulkan' was that of an old god from an ancient civilization, and one that became conflated with the idea of wisdom and creation. And yet, when she spoke about herself, it seemed more as if she was simply borrowing the title.

She spun you in the air a bit, before catching you, resuming her statement with a complicated expression.

KUKULKAN: "I meant what I said. I don't feel any love from the Solar Cell itself… but the people who live here, the people who work so hard to live, just like the people of Earth. Despite there being a part of myself deep down telling me to just let Draco wreak havoc, that it would just make it easier… my heart was glad that we helped them. I wonder if it felt good for you too, even if we didn't learn what we needed to?"

Her voice got quieter, turning into a low, uncertain whisper.

KUKULKAN: "My 'Origin'… or my 'heart'… love, or destruction… how do you choose when both seem like the right answer? Which is which, when looking at this place? It's all so... much. And if I can't decide... what right did I have to make you choose...?"

KUKULKAN: "Sorry, Masters. You summoned an unreasonable goddess who hasn't figured out her feelings yet. I thought I was certain, but now I'm not. Maybe I'll be uncertain forever, I don't know… my 'god level' isn't high enough for a task like this."

KUKULKAN: "So, until I can trust my feelings, this 'Kukulkan', this Foreigner, this 'Invader from another world'… is going to put her trust in you, okay? Sorry for unloading like this, I know that this is your celebration-- and you earned it! I… I just had a lot on my mind."

She put you down, a slight feeling of dizziness and vertigo swiftly fading as MUSASHI and CONSTANTINE rejoined you.

CONSTANTINE: "What were you two chatting about up there?" KUKULKAN: "Aha, nothing! I was just being a bit of a motormouth, yes?"

MUSASHI: "From how she was whispering, it seemed like a confession? Come on, spill it!" KUKULKAN: "Well... I guess that isn't totally off the mark. It was a 'confession' of sorts, yes! But I got embarrassed and put them down before they could respond." MUSASHI: "No way, really?!"

CONSTANTINE: "I have to agree. I'd figure a situation like this would be too stuffy for her." MUSASHI: "Maybe she's here on business?"

You could see her blanch a bit, though she waved it off.

MUSASHI: "Not... particularlyyy... but if you need me to, that's fineee..." CONSTANTINE: "Miss Musashi, you seem a bit pale. Do you need me to get you anything?" MUSASHI: "Sheesh, such a gentleman..."

KUKULKAN: "This is a rare chance, isn't it? Go off, have fun! Show off your body! We'll keep ourselves busy!"

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #main post

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kurisus · 1 year

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Chapter 105-2 thoughts

What a roller coaster. Let's get into it.

So as I figured, Father's monsters zombie-fy people they touch. But rather than zombies per se, they become ayakashi that can't be cured with a bit of water, so the gods are faced with the dilemma of having to cut the blight out to save the rest--a nice parallel to the early times of the series, except in this case they're talking about having to kill people. Kill some to save the bigger picture, or try to find a cure/a way out in time?

The way Arahabaki reverted to his former violent nature, and how Take, Ebisu, Kofuku, and Tenjin decided to go along with it at the cost of blighting their shinki seems to me a way to highlight heaven's corruption. We know their ways suck, and here we're seeing that even the characters we love are not immune to their corrupt ways. Remember, heaven's modus operandi is strike first, ask questions later, so they're just solving things the way they know how, even if we don't think of them as necessarily being "part of" heaven.

Hopefully Hiyori or someone else will come up with a cure before the gods start doing...you know, exactly what Father wants them to do, but before I move on, I do have a concern about this chapter.

What was so dangerous about that island, after all???

Think about it--Ebisu said it's so dangerous that he died there in the past. But all that was waiting for them there was a decrepit old man and a bunch of non-aggressive ghosts. I kept speculating a booby trap, but now they've left and are safely back with the other gods? This kind of threw me for a loop, I'll admit. That place had bad vibes written all over it so it's a bit weird that nothing really happened. They simply got what they came for and left.

Anyway now let's talk about what I really wanted to talk about--Nora's character arc concluding. I loved her calling out Father's half-baked dimension as being...well, fundamentally worthless. Followed by her instinctive response of loving him, and the little Hiyori in her head that asks, "Do you really?"

Finally, finally, Nora admits she's scared of him, the same way Yato is scared of him, and turns on him. I'm so happy. I've been waiting for this day for years.

I also really liked her revelation that she had been playing her part in their made-up family. She didn't want to let her beliefs go partly because it was something she never got to have in life--a family.

Yato wants to go home and see the sun, not to die. I'm gripping the edge of my seat so hard. The eventual Yatori/trio reunion is going to break me open. When it happens, don't text. I will be in shambles. That might happen at the end of 106, since I'd assume the last chapter, 107, would be an epilogue of sorts. We'll see.

WHERE IS HIYORI

The finish line is truly in sight now, and all that's left is to defeat Father once and for all, reveal his true name, save the infected people, and get the main trio back together again. No one else except trash dad had better die :^)

I'm also really curious whether the series will be open-ended or not. As in, if it will end with Hiyori's ties being cut or her willingly parting ways with the gods--a definitive ending of their story. Or if it will end with the knowledge she'll have to leave them someday, but she wants to stick around for now. I'm personally rooting for the second just because the alternative makes me too sad, but we'll see. Hiyori getting and being tied up in the affairs of the gods has been, you know, the backbone of the series, so it would definitely make sense to put a clear ending on it. Even if it makes girls cry. It's me. I'm girls.

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #prepare my coffin slash therapy bill now I'm gonna be decimated on the spot #live update

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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family cheer ups!

i came up with this in like 5 seconds, as i do with all my fics *insert thumbs up here*. enjoy.

THIS IS PLATONIC. just mentioning that for weirdos!

this was based on interactions with my BROTHER so don't be weird. i had to write for the brothers (which ones, who knows~ [technically you'll know bc they're in the tags but whatever i like this LMFAO]) and this is my first fnf fic. wow.

"Finally, home..." Agoti let an exasperated sigh as he flopped on to his bed, coming home after what was going to be a relaxing walk turned into a hectic rap battle with that annoying blue-haired brat! It had been the third time this week, and it was really starting to wear him down for the worse. His body ached - for how much energy he put into that one single battle; he was upset that he didn't win.

That he couldn't win.

That was the main problem - he was never able to figure out how to beat him. Everything that brat did was able to one-up his moves immediately and have the entire crowd cheering for him. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a little. Scratch that, a lot. He wanted to feel good and confident about his rapping skills. If he never won any matches, how could he be considered good? His mind swirled with random thoughts of self-doubt as he gripped the side of his pillow.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

Agoti tilted his head back toward the door, noticing the taller frame standing outside of it. He grumbled; he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now. As much as he loves the family bonding, it was just not the right time for it. Not while he had so much on his mind. "What do you want?" He barked out, resting his head against his pillow once more.

Aldryx raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside the younger one's room, letting out a huff in response. "What, that the best insult you got? What happened to the 'hey, older brother!' Where'd that go, huh?" It was clear that he was just teasing him and didn't care what he said, but the loud groan he got in response made him quite concerned.

He sat down on the other side of the bed, looking at him with a stern expression. "You alright?"

Agoti huffed, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His expression was a mix of anger and sadness, one that hadn't been seen in such a long time. "No, does it look like I'm alright? It's the third time this week that idiot has beaten me in a rap battle!" Aldryx only tilted his head. He didn't understand how that could affect him so much - it was only a friendly battle, after all.

"Is it that big of a deal?" The taller one absentmindedly blurted out, narrowing his eyes a bit. Agoti's cheeks flushed a bright red out of irritation. How could he say that sort of thing? It didn't make sense! "Of course it does! He's always winning!" He moves his body up to look at him with a sort of... disgusted look as if he couldn't believe that he even said that. "I never win against him! And if I never win..." Agoti trailed off, turning over on his back. "...I'm no good."

Those words shook Aldryx. His whole body froze with the sudden realization that he was struggling with self-confidence. The red digidevil frowned a bit. "Listen," he spoke softly, a hand resting on his side, "just because someone beats you doesn't mean that you're not good. It just means that you've finally found a challenge. I'm sorry if I made it seem like that it wasn't important and I..."

Aldryx stopped suddenly. His younger brother's movements made his eyebrow raise, and he swore he could've heard muffled giggles out of him. "Dude, was my speech really that corny?" He asked quietly, giggling himself. The younger one shook his head, his arms going to grab the older one's wrist. Only then did he realize the issue, so to speak.

His hand had been tapping against his side oblivious to the reactions that he was causing him. It took a moment before the puzzle started to click in his mind; for the gears to start turning. "Ah.." he chuckled, still tapping against his side. "You know, Agoti," he started, moving in closer to the one laying down, "I don't like seeing you put yourself down. You should lighten up a bit. And I'm gonna show you how!"

Without a warning, Aldryx's long claws started scratching through the fabric of Agoti's hoodie, teasing and testing all the spots on his stomach and sides. The poor boy didn't even have a chance to react to his brother's torturous methods before he was a hysterical mess, squirming and kicking on his bed as he tried hard to get away from him through his bright and almost child-like laughter.

"Ah, ah..!" Aldryx giggled, holding him close in a tight bear-hug, making sure he couldn't get away from him. "No, you don't!" His fingers continued to mercilessly scratch at the boy's sensitive stomach and sides all the while he was kicking and trying to push him off with the amount of strength he had.

"AaaAAAHAHA- A-ALDRYX..! YohohohHOHOU BAHAHASTARD, QUHUHUIT IT!" Agoti cursed out, letting out loud squeals and squeaks. His nerves felt like they were on fire every time he touched him, causing him to jerk away with every single touch. Curse his brother's strength to keep him locked in here!

"Are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" Aldryx asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him a bit of a break, not wanting to ruin him too much. Agoti let out heavy breaths, just laying in the other's grip. He wasn't badmouthing himself - to him, he was just saying it like he was. "Well, am I ever ... gonna win a match?" There was a moment of silence between them. And for a minute, Agoti thought that he was done.

But from the finger that clawed at the skin underneath his hoodie, he knew this was far from over. "Nohoh, Aldryx, w-wait, I'm sorry, please d-dohohon- oHohOHO GOHOHD NOHO!" Agoti let out a loud shriek and peels of laughter as he felt his brother's claws dig into that ticklish flesh. No matter what he did to twist out of his grip, the digidevil had him right where he wanted him. In his... tickly grasp.

Agoti's face was a bright red mess, and his stomach quivered with laughter underneath his claws as he dragged them up and down. His loud laughter turned to whines as the other started shaking his head, his legs kicking so hard that he was afraid that one of his shoes might fly off.

"I said, are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" He repeated the question again. Agoti was already so exhausted from the battle that even this small amount of tickling was enough to wear him out. He lowered his head in defeat, nodding.

"F-Fihihine..I'll s-stohohop! I gihihive..! J-Just.. p-plehehease, nohoho mohohore." As soon as the older one heard that, he gave him one last pinch to his side before smiling from ear to ear, listening to the small squeak that left his mouth. Aldryx sat up on the other's bed, patting his arm softly.

"Listen, I know I just... tickled you to death, but I want you to believe me when I say you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? I'm here for you. I will listen to whatever you want to say, even if it's about Boyfriend and his dumb antics. And hey," Aldryx looked him dead in his blank, white eyes, a reassuring smile on his face. "You're always gonna be the best in my books."

Aldryx then got up, stretching as he walked over to the doorframe. "Oh, one more thing," he turned around. "Dad said he's making something spicy, so swing on by downstairs if you're not too tired~" Agoti groaned as he threw a pillow at his older brother, watching him dodge out of the way and head down the stairs. Even though he appeared to be upset, he wasn't actually. There was even a small smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes.

Aldryx always knew how to cheer him up.

#razz-writes #fnf tickling #lee!agoti #ler!aldryx #PLEASE DO NOT TAG THIS AS SHIP ISTG #this is platonic ONLY #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #its 3 am #im dying #its alright #im gonna hate this in the morning when im fully awake lmaooo

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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How do think the Canon Madrigals would get along with their counterparts in the Constellations Shift AU?

Putting it under the cut, because this got long!

Canon-Julieta would slap Constellations-Julieta around the head with her slipper, then make her sit down and share cups of coffee as she coaxes her to open up about her problems. Constellations-Julieta would envy her so much. They're both stressed, albeit in different ways; they're constantly worrying and for quite similar reasons at the heart of it all. And they both have been pressured to be perfect (albeit one much more than the other). And with Canon-Julieta being the Group Mom, she's the perfect person to help her counterpart work through her anxieties. Yes, she knows she's looking at a mirror version of herself, but she can't help but feel maternal. Speaking with Constellations-Julieta would also kickstart Canon-Julieta into wondering how much of Isabela's persona is an act too...

Canon-Alma would side-eye Constellations-Alma once she realises how much of an iron grip Constellations-Alma has on the family and just how harsh she is; she's harsher than Canon-Alma and has a meaner streak. The slightly different Miracle would probably intrigue her (and confuse her). More than anything, I think the completely different family dynamics would shock them both...And maybe the fact that Bruno is missing in canon would be a harsh wake-up call for Constellations-Alma... There'd be respect there but I don't think they'd necessarily like each other at first.

Canon-Antonio and Constellations-Antonio would get along swimmingly (and Constellations-Antonio would wish he could talk to animals!)

Canon-Camilo would quickly figure out that Constellations-Camilo needs some human friends and that he's not exactly the happiest kid right now, so he'd do what he does best: do everything in his power to make him smile. Constellations-Camilo would be curious about what his alternate-self does with shapeshifting powers and he'd be happy to introduce all his animals. They'd get along pretty well and chaos is inevitable

Canon-Mirabel would be so envious of Constellations-Mirabel. I feel like there'd be one-sided tension for a while. Constellations-Mirabel would have so many questions (and be anxious as hell, because hello confirmation of her worst fears about her usefulness and her family's love and approval! Time for an anxiety attack!) but Canon-Mirabel would be so tense and try to avoid her at first. But they're both Mirabel: stubborn and optimistic at heart. They'll eventually open up to each other. Canon-Mirabel would do her best to reassure Constellations-Mirabel that she doesn't need to be perfect. It's okay to be clumsy and boisterous. You don't need to wear outfits everyone else wants you in, you don't have to have long hair if you don't want to. She'd encourage her counterpart to wear those embroidered outfits that she hides and just let go and be herself. Constellations-Mirabel, in turn, would tell Canon-Mirabel that she's amazing. She'd admire her dedication, her boundless and open love for everyone. She'd sincerely think Canon-Mirabel is great, that she's incredibly strong and brave, and she'd make sure she knows it!

Canon-Pepa and Constellations-Pepa both need a break. Like, right now. They need to relax and vent. Their struggles are similar, but of course there's differences too; they'd understand each other and try to reassure each other too

Canon-Isabela would be a weird mix of horrified and awed by her counterpart. Constellations-Isabela would hate her on sight (I may or may not have a little something planned for these two down the line 👀👀)

Canon-Dolores and Constellations-Dolores...Well, they're both incredibly quiet, that much hasn't changed, but they have different insecurities now (even if they're both still pining after the same boy). Canon-Dolores, however, is more confident than Constellations-Dolores, so she'd want to help her counterpart work up some self-esteem

Constellations-Bruno: "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?" Canon-Bruno: "...Not really???" In all seriousness, the fact that Canon-Bruno is missing would give Constellations-Bruno a lot to think about...

Canon-Agustín would be so baffled by his counterpart, but once he sees just how hard Constellations-Agustín is trying to hide his natural clumsiness and nerdiness from Alma and the alternate village, he'd jump right into trying to help him relax. Constellations-Agustín would really envy him, especially his close relationship with his daughters

Canon-Luisa: "Constellations-Luisa is mine now and if anyone disturbs her nap I will rain down hell on you all." Constellations-Luisa: "My clone is now my best friend and if anyone ruins her day off, I will flood the village." She didn't think it was possible to be more stressed than she already is, but here's her counterpart proving her wrong! Constellations-Luisa's sadness would break her heart. Being Luisa, they'd both try to shoulder each other's burdens.

Canon-Félix and Constellations-Félix are honestly not that different at all. I think they'd spend their time gushing about their wives and brainstorming ways to help their family relax

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penny-hartzs · 7 months

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completely unrelated to our private conversation about questionable relationships on tv: what were your emotional support ships as a teenager? 🥰

This is a questionable and somewhat basic list, be warned:

Ron and Hermione It's weird to think about now, because everything HP related has been tainted for life when JKR revealed her evil self but I was so obsessed with these two as a teen and a pre-teen. The book version especially was filled with such sweetness and friendship and teasing and I'll always be bitter that the movies took away so much of their story and Ron's character.

Rory and Jess I realise I might not feel like this were I to watch Gilmore Girls as an adult but the absolute GRIP these two had on me at like fifteen and sixteen can not be explained, I was literally obsessed with them like I read my first ever fan fic because of them and Jess was my first sexual awakening. I remember seeing him and wondering WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS I'M FEELING? WHY AM I SWEATING SO MUCH?

Sawyer and Kate Listen, these two had insane chemistry and one of the best sex scenes on television and no one will ever convince me they weren't supposed to be endgame before LOST got extended and the writers started coming up with storylines out of their ass

Monica and Chandler My most wholesome ship, always. It's interesting that FRIENDS figured out a way to write a fantastic couple everybody loved without breaking them up even once, but every sitcom writer ever since somehow forgot.

Peeta and Katniss Truth be told, I was in my early twenties when I read THG but i have to include them here because they're so formative anyway and I'm so glad people still love them as much as they did back then. Also Jackie and Hyde but I pretend that never happened for obvious reasons

#and then i went through a phase with the vampire diaries and glee but this didn't last long and tbh I'd like to forget about it

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8-bit-britt · 2 months

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Is there any more to your story?

I didn't know how to answer this until I realized I have a google doc of some comic idea rough drafts. So I'll share some! These are in order starting from before Redmond was transported to Genron.

Redmond is still mourning the death of his mother and is leaning against the wire fence of the farmyard. A rabbit approaches him.

-Red's First Fight-

"Get a grip man, you're STILL sulking? I didn't think you could get any more pathetic. If you didn't do a fool thing like leavin a big hole in the fence for that weasel to get in, putting us ALL in danger, mind you, she would still be here."

"Sigfried, enough, the boy just lost his ma."

"No, no. I can finally talk to him without Gloria gettin' on my case, I'm gonna say what I want. Poor little Redmond, babied all his life and it still wasn't good enough so you had to chase the 'american dream', is that right? They didn't want you, else you wouldn't still be on this farm. Don't belong as a human, don't belong as a rabbit. And now that you don't got your mama's hip to cling to, you only amount to bein' one thing. Useless"

Redmond finally raises his head and you see a tired pair of eyes narrow. He's had enough. "You think it's so funny to kick someone while they're down. Well . . ." Red finally turns to Sigfried. "How would you like it if I put my foot up your ass?"

There are collected murmers and sounds of shock and even Sigfried looks a little taken back. He chuckles sarcastically. "Oh! Looks like lil Rey-Rey finally grew a pair."

It then cuts to Redmond getting in a fighting position as Sigfired continues. "Let's see what you got, mama's boy!"

-Pressure-(Predator and Prey)

In-game cutscene of Spanx and Redmond walking through the boiler room. Red looks troubled and finally breaks the silence.

"Don't you think it's weird? A weasel and a rabbit working together . . ."

The tone is tense. Red looks to Spanx in a half-lidded daze.

"Aren't you gonna eat me?" Redmond crosses his arms and looks off into the distance like it hurts him to admit the inevitable. "I know you've been thinking it. Honestly, I've felt like you've been tenderizing me the whole time. Are you waiting to catch me off guard? Saving me as a nice meal once you're done with me? "I mean it's not like you actually need me for this. Who are you trying to fool?"

[Here I really want to convey that Red is coming from a place of self-depreciation and not in a way that's trying to piss Spanx off] "I don't like surprises, so . . ."

It then cuts to a close up of Spanx, looking absolutely horrified at what he was hearing. The final part of the sentence ringing in his ears. "Just get it over with."

Then like a switch, Spanx looks offended that Red would assume this about him and flick Red on the forehead before walking past him, the tension for the readers easing off. Red comedically covers his forehead and his eyes tearing up from the 'pain' as he screams "RUDE!"

-A Change Of Heart-

We take a look at what was going through Redmond's head when he left Spanx and why he decided to come back.

One scene to add: Red is so close to freedom he can taste it, but suddenly he feels himself fighting to reach for the door. In a glimpse. you see the ghost of a chain attached to him as it pans out to the ghostly figure of Spanx. Red is feeling guilt and he doesn't understand why and starts arguing with himself.

As he's arguing, you get flashes of what's currently going on with Spanx. Looking pathetic and helpless as he's trying to fight the CEO by himself, ducking under and behind furniture as the CEO tries to pulverize him with a cane.

"He doesn't care about you, why should you care about him?"

"He used you."

"But it was self defense, wasn't it? Doesn't matter, he could of used something else, anything else."

"He's by himself now . . . he can't defend himself without me. Argh, he doesn't NEED you! All he cared about was escaping . . . We were escaping together, it wasn't just him."

"He's tougher than he looks, he can make it out on his own."

"What if he doesn't."

The comic ends with Red looking behind him, a somewhat petrified look on his face as he and the reader come to the conclusion that he's made up his mind.

-Sides-(Stay on Your Side)

Days of Freedom: 1 Week 2 Days

One of the early days of them being in the cave. Redmond is being picky about how they sleep while they're still chained together and draws a line in the dirt. They are to stay on their respective sides while they sleep. Spanx just shrugs and curls up on his side. They fall asleep.

Redmond starts to get really cold and is shivering. He grabs Spanx's tail and wraps up in it. Spanx wakes up and annoyingly tugs his tail back, causing Red to wake up in alarm.

"Hey, what gives?" Spanx points down to the line between them with a stern expression. "Yeah, but . . . I'm cold." Spanx just shrugs his shoulders like "Not my problem" and lays back down, back turned to Red. Red groans and lays back down, turned away from him and huddled in a ball. You can see the frustration on his face as he clutches his arms and tries to fall back asleep.

Days of Freedom: 2 Months 1 Week

Time passes and Spanx wakes up to the chattering of teeth. He looks over and Red is asleep, shaking violently. Spanx rolls his eyes and spoons Red, wrapping his tail around them. The chattering stops and the two finally get some sleep.

-Bullet-

While out foraging for berries, Spanx finds himself in the crosshair of a hunter. Redmond acts quick and blocks the shot, taking the bullet in his chest. This sets Spanx off and he attacks the hunter, causing him to drop his rifle and run off.

Spanx is left there cradling Redmond, convinced that he's dead until Red comes to. "I can't believe that actually worked . . . I knew I had tough skin but wow, I really stopped a bullet! If Genron was still in business and wasn't a hellhole of a company, they should sponsor me for this!" He shivers. "Ew, I can still feel it in me . . ."

He then looks to Spanx, completely unaware of how distraught the weasel was beforehand and his current reaction. "But at least it hit me and not you. You're okay, righ-" Spanx violently grabs Red by the shoulders, pained anger on his face.

Cut to where they're back at home and Spanx is trying to dig the bullet out of Redmond's chest. It's a very awkward scene as Red feels guilty for worrying Spanx. Red tries to make light of the situation by making a joke, to which Spanx is not amused.

"I'm . . . Sorry I worried you. I didn't think you would react to me passing out like that as bad as you did. I was only trying to protect you." After a long pause, Spanx pulls him into a hug, to Red's surprise.

#asks #gooey2 #whiplash

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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Steve's panic attack buying medical supplies... Poor baby. You said this fic is more scent marker heavy than most of your ABO stuff, but I REALLY think it was needed. It fits so perfectly in such a HEAVILY emotion-based story.

Steve threatening Neil!! Steve threatening Neil!! I love a good bloodthirsty bitch. Violence just really hits right sometimes. I love all the constant reminders we get that Steve is NOT a small Omega, in body or in spirit. Neil pissing himself as he narrowly avoids losing his fucking head was the sweetest retribution. I feel like it accomplished both goals. We got some violence, but he ALSO was made so small. He ran, terrified, from an Omega. He tried to get the cops on his side, and he FAILED. He's spent his entire life bullying his was into getting what he wants, and he's losing every last bit of his grip on that.

The kids piling in to puppy pile Steve, and it helping. They get to be here for him like he's there for them.

BILLY TELLING MAX HE LOVES HER AND TELLING HER SHE ALWAYS HAS A HOME WITH HIM. MY GOD.

Literally every single thing about Billy at the Cabin. Joyce's family haircuts and including him in that?? HE'S ONE OF HER KIDS NOW.

BILLY AND ELEVEN. El's complete inability to be sneaky or lie to blackmail someone (friends don't lie!!), and him letting her braid his hair anyway. Also love that he's back to threatening the kids and it's totally toothless but he still does it. Steve LETS him now, because he knows Billy's never going to let anything hurt those kids. The whole exchange about El feeling broken and in a sense unlovable, but he makes her feel so okay, even if not how he was meaning. "I'm going to tell Mike tomorrow." I'm sure that'd be great lol

THE REUNION. Everything about it is so so sweet. They've been so far apart and so worried for so long. But not only that. For the first time in their relationship, they're safe. And nothing bad can happen to them. They're not on a time constraint. They just get to be and be together.

Billy saying he'd let Steve ride him into the carpet made me snicker. That whole exchange. "Counterpoint-" lol I get you, Billy. Sometimes injuries take a back seat. (One time I needed help getting upstairs and was icing my knee which I could barely touch, but that Did Not Stop the festivities.) And Steve's insistence otherwise, because he WILL mama bear the fuck out of anyone and everyone. Even his Alpha.

Also the exchange explaining the Papa Bear thing was so cute. "I thought it was something weird."

THE FUCKING HOUSE. The fact that Steve gave him a home, but also is giving him the key as a necklace?? Just all so beautiful. The parallels. The callbacks. Billy crying because he's so loved and safe.

Also!! "I want your next heat"/"it's yours"!!!! The GROWTH!! OUR BOYS ARE FINALLY TRULY TALKING TO EACH OTHER AND READY TO FULLY HAVE EACH OTHER.

This was such a good chapter, and SUCH a good follow up to the last. The tonal shift wasn't abrupt. It just felt so natural.

Chef's kiss

The scent markers really did help this fic along. It adds another layer of depth to an already canon and verse intense dynamic and i think it REALLY compliments that like… feral… part of Billy. I’ve said before that he’s very much a natural Alpha, especially for how I write my Alphas, even giving him fangs felt like a perfectly normal thing to do since he’s always baring his teeth and licking his lips in the show? And adding the scent markers is just another way for him to be hyper aware of everything all the time and to properly figure out situations (which abused kids have to learn to do anyway literally just to survive).

Whoo okay Neil. You are exactly right about how the scene with Steve makes him feel “small”. Like not to sound too After School Special about it but once a bully realizes you Aren’t scared anymore, they lose their power. Neil tried to be physically imposing and got pushed off the porch because Steve’s bigger. He tried to call on his “authority” as an Alpha (it’s dangerous for omegas to be alone) and got wholly disrespected. Threatened to call the cops and was told to also call an ambulance. And then probably the most satisfying for me to write was how Steve very much treated him like a bratty child “I’m going to count to three!” Homeboy got stripped of every inch of his power and had to run away crying. Love that for us.

And I love the way that Steve felt afterwards. Instead of feeling sick or guilty like he would have if he’d actually killed Neil, he can smile and sort of chuckle about it and he KNOWS he could and would absolutely defend his mate from anyone and it actually gives him the hope that things are going to be okay.

Really super loved the kids influence in this chapter. From the boys puppy piling on Steve to max sneaking out of class to call Billy and honestly everything that is Eleven checking in steve and then sitting and braiding Billys hair while talking about Important things. I usually don enjoy writing too many younger characters because children in general make me want to tear my hair out, but it isn’t stranger things WITHOUT the party and the way the older characters interact with the kids highlights so many good themes and character arcs.

Billy just being so “oh no I’m gonna pop some pain pills and you’re gonna ride me into the carpet” like he’s feeling extremely confident in those pain pills lol. But more importantly, it’s just that connection, he’s so so desperate to keep his mate close and specifically in NCTS Omegaverse, sex is never just sex it’s always emotional and a way to bond and really intensely be with each other so yeah, Billy is 61% just a horn dog but he’s also 39% really needing to that close to his mate and I love that.

I was actually racking my brain trying to figure out what Steve could get Billy for his birthday. In an earlier version of this fic, there was a birthday chapter where Steve took Billy away for an overnight trip to one of the Great Lakes so Billy could just be on a beach again even if it wasn’t cali but once I dove into Neil a little more I realized they’d never get away with that sortnof thing without massive repercussions? So I switched it out and eventually ended up here and I knew I wanted Billys birthday to specifically be the moment where they 100% commit to each other, reaffirm their bond, clear up any potential misunderstandings (like the night at the byers) and move forward together, so then I had to figure out what Steve could give Billy that would be so hugely emotional lik the necklace…

And like. Duh. When it finally came to me it seems so so obvious. Of course steve gets them a place together. It’s been established over and over in this fic how Steve’s house isn’t really home, how he can’t relax there and will never feel totally comfortable there so of course he needs someplace new and of course Billy does to.

And the parallels to the Saint Christopher necklace 😭😭 in case Billy ever starts feeling lost he can remember how to get home to Steve?? I love them.

I almost left the last conversation out because at this point it felt redundant. Obvs the boys are together forever. But you’re right, they’ve always sort of…. Said it without actually saying it. Or (rightfully) assumed. And their communication has been next to nothing just because of Neil. So even with it being a little redundant I think it needed to be said. Billy isn’t even asking at this point either and I love that because he knows exactly where he stands with Steve. “Want your next heat, gonna come home to you every night, mark you up silver, make you mine” and Steve’s responses are “yes” and “I’m already yours”

Honestly I’m embarrassingly emotional over it

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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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Im not even sure if the love triangle will still happen once I actually sit tf down and write this but....

Really scattered Adam Cole and Jade Prescott thoughts (mostly from his perspective)

Now normally, because he's Adam fucking Cole, he wouldn't have cared about any of this. He saw Shayna mess up Jades first match against (listen I still haven't decided yet Kairi makes sense but-) and thought it was funny, buy then she got up, looked under the ring for a kendo stick, and ran after her? That interested him. That interested him a lot.

She pushes past him backstage, holding her shoulder, hand gripping her weapon, hell in her eyes, and all he could focus on was the way the corner of her mouth turned up when she snarled. It was cute.

Then his ex, Mia, brushes past him with Regal, trying to calm her down. And that's when he started to feel bad, Mia taking Jade away, who was wiping tears away with the back of her hand.

Later that night Shayna texts him "did you see that shit? Fucking hilarious, right.

Yeah, real top notch stuff, Baszler.

He keeps watching her. Backstage and in the gym. She doesn't seem to notice though. Mia, however, does, and shoots him dirty looks. He blows kisses in repsonse.

If Mia ever brings it up to Jade, and asks if she'd ever think about dating him, Jade's like "no, hell no!" That's her best friend's ex. Pretty eyes and pretty hair be damned, that'd be weird to her. He was also a prick, so that certainly helped make that a flat no.

Someway, somehow, Cole finds out Jade lives with Adam Page and he's like...you gotta be fucking kidding me.

On one hand, he genuinely just thinks she's cute, and on the other hand, what would be funnier than fucking your ex rivals roomate?

Any attempt he makes at getting near is thwarted by Mia or Regal, interrupting their concerverstions, or Jade straight up not seeming to notice he's flirting, unless she's just pretending.

Once he hears her joke with Mia "why'd you ever date him again?" and it gets him...thinking.

Stops Jade from leaving too quick one night, warning her of Shayna and Io and the girl's plans of jumping her and her team in the parking lot. She doesn't believe him at all until he shows her a text from Shayna. He's still not exactly sure why he did it. Regardless, he saved her and Candice. They're too late to warn Rhea and Mia, but they managed to fight them off with Dakota and Teagan's help

Maybe it's cause she's cute. Maybe because he thinks this fued has gone on too long and doesn't want to see her get hurt anymore. Maybe he's still just being petty and wants her just to make Page mad. Regardless, Adam Cole sabotages Shayna's plan.

Assuming she ever finds out it was him, Shaynas pissed. He's not sure if he cares or not.

He asks Jade to the movies once and she takes forever to get back to him. She has no idea to respond. That's Mia's ex. That's her roommate's rival. He's also a conniving bastard and a flirt who she still doesn't entirely trust. Just because he helped her a couple times that doesn't make her forget that that's Adam fucking Cole.

(I still haven't decided if she actually says no or not. The sheer comedic aspect feels worth it plus the potential for self-reflection and character development on Adam's part)

Once she leaves for ROH he's genuinely bummed about it. Her last day at NXT he's very moody and none of the rest of UE can figure out why. He only lights up when she bumps him into backstage and gives him a handshake and quick thank you and good bye. He pulls away from that handshake slower than he cares to admit.

And then, a couple years later he's got a new girlfriend, he's in a new promotion. He's forgotten about her.

...until her music hits for the first time and it all comes flooding back.

#regality rambles #jade prescott au #i dont think cole would still have feelings for jade in aew #i just think he thinks about her sometimes

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in which a random psychic psychically gets destiel together (by accident)

Words: 1713 (AO3)

Originally Posted on 2/6/2024

Summary:

Dean Winchester is not in love with anyone.

He doesn't even think of it, not really, so when he has to lie to Castiel, it's easy to say something along those lines. About Dean and Cas being a thing.

And then it isn't a lie anymore.

For Febuwhump 2024 Day 6: "You Lied To Me."

"You lied to me."

Dean sighs from behind the wheel of the Impala, and he can feel the stare from Cas in the passenger seat. He doesn't sound all that angry, he just says it in that flat way of his, an utter lack of tone at all. It took Dean a while at first to figure out that that was just his default way of talking, not an indicator of anger like it is with most people; so, now, it's easier to tell that Cas ain't mad. He's just stating a fact.

"I don't regret it. Probably wouldn't do it again, circumstances and all, but I'm not gonna regret it." Dean says matter-of-factly, gripping the wheel with a little more force than truly necessary. What he said is true, he doesn't regret lying, even though Sam will probably get on his ass if he ever finds out about it. He's not going to be finding out about it if this conversation goes well, and even if it doesn't because Cas isn't a snitch, but it's usually best to acknowledge the internal Sammy before he starts influencing any real decisions.

"... I would just like to know the reasoning behind it. As well as, perhaps, the full truth in addition to what I've figured out myself. To fill in the gaps." Cas, again, doesn't sound mad. Once, he would've preferred if Cas got mad, because even now this weird not-mad Dean-you-did-something-wrong thing can get under his skin if he thinks about it long enough, but they know each other well enough that this reaction is normal. Correction: Dean knows Cas well enough that he doesn't have to remind himself that this is normal.

"Yeah. I probably owe you that one."

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It was a weird case.

Technically, all their cases are weird, considering the whole "hunting demons and ghosts and shit" shtick that they've had going their whole lives, but this one was the weird kind of weird. "Somebody in the writers' room of that weird ass universe where his life is a TV show got paid some big bucks for this one" kind of weird. "That writer's room was either a hotbox or held in a bar" kind of weird.

"It felt like 2005 again" kind of weird.

Psychics are rare, always have been, and their numbers are considerably boosted by people that are possessed by something nasty that pretends it's just psychic, or else people like Sammy whose psychic powers turned out to be from an outside source. Psychics- real psychics, regular-ass humans who got lucky enough to get psychic powers as "a blessing from God" or "a product of Heaven's machinations"- as Cas might say, depending on how cynical he feels that day- or "a genetic mutation, probably the same thing that causes cancer, just way more rare" or "whatever Cas says, isn't he the expert on this?"- as Sam might put it, depending on how much of a nerd he feels like being- have a bajillion-to-one chance of occurring, and extremely varied in their powers and their backgrounds. There's no real common factor between psychics, except that they're psychics, but any two could be polar opposites in every other way.

They hadn't met one of those in a long-ass time, and Dean had kind of stopped believing that there were any besides Missouri Mosely still kicking. The failed apocalypse and its stupid-ass domino effect, among many other things, probably went and fucked that up, that or all the psychics were smart enough to tell which way the winds were blowing and went as incognito as possible. Probably some combo of both.

That's why they didn't think it was a psychic until the psycho chick was staring them right in the face.

It was some town in bumfuck nowhere, Tennessee, population six dozen. People had started turning up missing, all of them in long-term relationships, which immediately made them all think that something was going on. The number of disappearances per capita was already alarming, but an easy common thread never meant anything good, because it usually meant they were dealing with something smart enough to pick out its prey instead of going for something convenient. Whatever they were trying to hunt down had a specific motive, which both narrowed the possibilities and made a whole lot of shit more difficult than it needed to be.

-----

"You never told me that the targets were people in relationships." Cas interrupts, and Dean very much doesn't choke on his soda. Nobody can prove otherwise.

"It wasn't important at the time. We already knew what pissed her off and how to do it, so it was easier to do it than to fill you in on everything beforehand. Besides, we didn't know if it would work if you already knew about it." Dean explains, dodging the actual point of the question entirely.

-----

Half the reason it felt like 2005 was because the monster wasn't a monster, but a flesh-and-blood human who just so happened to be psychic- most of the things they hunt down haven't been human in a long time, if they were ever human at all. The other half of the reason was because the human in question had a moral crusade to enforce on everyone else.

They found out later that the girl had just been cheated on by her boyfriend of six years. She hadn't known that she was the reason behind the disappearances, she hadn't known that her hurt and anger flipped out all over the town, so they gave her Missouri's number when it was over- but before that, in order to find her, they needed bait.

People who lied to their partners about big things, keeping secrets, all got disappeared soon after. They couldn't vanish entirely, no human has the mojo to pull that off, and they needed to figure out where they went when they vanished. Cas had had some angel business or something for the first half of the hunt, but he joined up just in time for him and Dean to be the bait.

It had to be big, and Cas couldn't know he was lying- Dean was picked as the "volunteer," obviously, because of the whole "I raised you from perdition" thing he and Cas have had going on since forever, so that would be more likely to count as a relationship- and it couldn't be something that would drive him off entirely.

"I wanna date you."

It was easy to think of, something wild and outlandish and completely untrue.

The rest of the hunt was... awkward. Cas kind of waffled about it, but while he was buffering, the psychic's power took hold and Dean didn't remember much until they were talking to her after.

-----

"For the record- "

"I hadn't thought of it before. You know I don't date all that much, and I don't really..."

"You reciprocate, and you enjoy the relationships itself, but you rarely, if ever, offer."

"Exactly. Notice I didn't say I wanted to fuck you, that one would've been tr- "

"I believe that most humans would not let you finish that sentence. Did you not say that we're not a 'thing,' and you were just pent up?"

Dean sighs. "Yeah, I did." He admits, but doesn't elaborate, not knowing how to put the rest of his thoughts into the right words.

Cas pauses for a moment, before clearing his throat and changing the subject. "I followed the... I suppose you'd probably liken it to a telephone signal, to the source, a young woman who had no idea that she'd been doing anything at all. She wasn't actively telling you to go drive off a cliff, it was more of a curse on the whole town."

"But psychics don't do curses." Dean counters Cas and his choice of words, because curses aren't caused by anything but witches and monsters. Psychics can't do curses, because they all have to put conscious effort into all their powers- it's like if Dean's arm and hand turned the steering wheel correctly while they're completely detached from his body, it's impossible to do because it's not how limbs work. It's hypothetically possible to do psychic bullshit without being aware of it, but that's not a curse, because curses are set once and then they do their bullshit themselves.

Cas doesn't respond, and Dean knows by way of his periphery and maybe some latent psychic bullshit of his own that Cas is making a face at him right now. He knows that Cas means that it was subconscious or whatever, but he likes to be annoying sometimes. Fight him.

"Either way, she's not doing it anymore and the problem is solved, so please explain to me why Sam seems to believe that we're being 'awkward' and need to 'get a room.'"

Dean spots a gas station up ahead, and is silent for a moment or two before he pulls in. He sets up the gas pump and leans against the car, Cas coming out to join him after about a minute. Dean keeps his eyes firmly on the gas pump, because it's easier if he doesn't have to look.

"He's saying that because I thought about it. After. And I decided that I wasn't lying anymore."

Dean lets that hang in the air, and he waits for the inevitable quiet flap of angel wings getting Cas the fuck out of the situation. Sammy's always been about talking about things, the asshole, and he'd never get off of Dean's ass if he didn't say anything now. He's not going to get off of Dean's ass either way, but at least this rejection can put a delay on it for now.

"I... am not familiar with how humans do this 'dating' thing. I'm sure that television isn't the most reliable source, so you'll have to teach me."

Dean whips around to stare at Cas in naked disbelief. Cas is staring back, expressionless, as though he just said something simple or obvious. Maybe it is, to him- maybe this is all trivial bullshit to him, cultural differences or whatever.

"I can do that." Dean says eagerly, almost too eagerly, but Cas smiles a bit at him and he finds he doesn't really give a shit about appearance right now.

#spn #spn fic #my writing

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nellie-elizabeth · 2 years

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Westworld: Années Folles (4x03)

Okie dokie, things are getting creepy up in here.

Cons:

We're back with Bernard and Stubbs, and god, I had to go back and remind myself how things left off last season, and even after the reminder I just so super did not care. We're talking about The Sublime, and different timelines and versions of events, and what basically amounts to robot heaven, and we've got the maze, and all this imagery from earlier seasons, and I don't know, y'all, it's just not gripping me. I remember in season two, I found Bernard's stuff wicked confusing and literally couldn't figure out where he fit into the timeline or connected with the rest of the events, and I'm nervous that the same thing will happen here.

Pros:

Thankfully, I really enjoyed the other plot threads that we got to focus on this week. First we've got Caleb's family, his wife and daughter, trying to get to safety. The utter spookiness of people not being who they look like is employed so expertly here. I loved how Frankie started picking up that something was wrong right away, and managed to solve the mystery, while her mother was still none the wiser. But then of course they're able to work together to try and get away. I'm surprising myself with how invested I feel in Caleb and his family.

Speaking of, once again Caleb and Maeve steal the show in their scenes together. I loved, loved, loved being back in the park. They did a good job of making the miraculous and disturbing reality of the hosts and the story-lines seem mundane, almost quaint. We see how stories from season one have been adapted into the new time period, how the hosts have supposedly been sanded down and made less able to resist, while still playing out their various roles. We see the new Maeve, the new Dolores, as it were, playing out their stories. The most chilling aspect of this, of course, is how they've turned Dolores's original uprising into another part of the game, making it a story that the guests can interact with, the terrifying thought of the hosts turning on the humans. I love that as a meta moment.

And then we get into the inner workings of the park, where we see some of the science behind the scenes. One thing I really loved about the host that looked like Frankie was how obvious it was, and how much Caleb just could not see that, and needed to get to her at all costs. We as the audience were sitting there waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when it did, it was creepy and frightening and that little girl's face sure did open up and expel a bunch of weird bugs... yikes. And yet what could Caleb have done? The image of him sobbing and begging Frankie to look at him through the door was a really powerful one.

Once again, keeping things short over in Westworld land. This show sort of confounds me, in that it can't quite get me to care about it enough to pay it the attention it probably deserves, and I can never quite tell if that's more my fault, or the show's. This was a decent installment when it focused on the things in the park itself, and a little less interesting when we got into the deeper stuff with Bernard.

7/10

#review #westworld #westworld review

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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

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ARANEADRA | P.P | 000

pairing — tom's! peter parker × male!reader

warnings — possibly suggestive themes (mostly jokes cause they're teenagers), canon level violence, swearing, homophobia.

words — 726

notes — i'm super excited for this & if you are reading it, please heart it, follow me, & add yourself to my taglist so you can be updated when i put new chapters out!

fic guide — find all of the chapters here!

HYDRA. Y'KNOW THAT SUPER BAD Nazi organization originally created by Red Skull to create advanced weaponry? Well, that's where Y/n came from ... well not came from per se but ... that's where he got his powers from. Taken from his family at a young age by HYDRA to become one of these advanced weapons. Just because the Nazis weren't around anymore after World War II didn't mean that HYDRA still wasn't creating these advanced weapons — or advanced people for their own benefit.

Every day after his tenth birthday, Y/n was conditioned. His body was put through hell so that he would become the perfect soldier for them. However, the powers bestowed upon him weren't any ordinary power. Not telekinesis, not super speed, not fire shooting. No ... nothing like that. Instead, at the age of fourteen, he was gifted with spider - like abilities.

One. Camouflage. It was odd... to say the least, and a lot harder to control than most of his abilities. Two. Super strength. He definitely broke a lot of things in his cell the first week. Three. Sticky - ness. He could crawl along the walls and stick to the ceilings, which was also super weird for the teen. Four. Super - human reflexes and what he called "the Y/n tingle." Sure, it sounded stupid, but he was fourteen and it brought a sense of comfort for his broken child mind. Five. Web shooting. Yes, he could shoot webs out of his body. Well ... only his wrists. He didn't need any extra gadget to help him to it either! And finally, the factor for his body to heal on it's own. That's pretty self explanatory.

He was going to be send off on a mission when the Avengers attacked the base to retrieve Loki's scepter. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff had somehow gotten out of their cells and were attacking said Avengers but Y/n was frozen. What was the fourteen year old to do? Sure, he was strong .. but was he strong enough to fight the Avengers yet? No ... no ... no ... he wasn't. He couldn't do it. Right before his body spiraled into a panic attack, a woman with red hair approached him. She spoke to him, but not a single word processed in his mind.

She spoke again, but apparently not to him, and to Tony instead — not that Y/n knew this. Once done, this woman — Natasha, he'd learn was her name — scooped him up, running off with him. Everything after that was a blur ... except Pietro dying. He and the other boy had been close in a way almost like brothers so the speedster dying put him in a bad state of mind. Natasha had taken the role as a motherly figure for Y/n a couple weeks after this, training with him and helping him get a grip on himself once more. It was hard, but around a year later, everyone believed that Y/n was ready to be a part of the team.

Tony made a suit for him after Natasha showed him the design that the young boy had made but Y/n didn't want to join the Avengers. He wanted to live a perfectly normal — or at least slightly normal — life after what he'd been through, so Tony pulled some strings and got Y/n into Midtown High when he turned fifteen. He was definitely smart enough, so it wasn't hard for the (now) Romanoff to pass the entrance exam either. Despite not being in the Avengers, Y/n still protected the city of New York at night, stopping lowlifes from normal things that the police were supposed to do, but hardly did, along with living at the Avengers Tower with the people he called his family.

He joined the decathlon team at school and made a couple friends. Michelle Jones became his best friend though. They were almost inseperable and the h/c boy found himself at her house quite a bit. They studied together, played video games together — much to Mj dismay, and even went shopping for clothes together. They clicked extremely well. He didn't speak to Peter. He knew of the other spider - boy but Peter didn't know of him. It was more secretive that way. Eventually, people would find out, but for now, he would stay low. And maybe ... just maybe ... that would work.

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