#you already know 👉 it’s me I’m boys :3

[sleepylostboy]

Boys will masturbate to the thought of being trained by a girl to be her obedient little pet for life

#you already know 👉 it’s me I’m boys :3 #mytxt

[wolfchankki]

Hii I saw you said you asking for requests 👉👈 if you don’t mind could you do a needy sub!Yeonjun fic with petplay and dumbification/degrading involved :3 or same scenario just with bratty sub!Gyu, whichever you would prefer!

Hi sweet thing, hyd? This time I choose bratty Gyu because even knowing my writing is horrendous, I have a thing for bratty Gyu lol. For this one, I included a bit of aftercare, something that is really important for mental and physical care of both parts, hope you don’t mind it.

Hope you like it, angel! (but sorry for any error, I made this listening to my Everglow playlist so-)

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Bratty pet!Beomgyu x GN!Master/Tamer reader

pet play (bear gyu, don’t ask), use of “it” instead of “he/him” sometimes, dumbification with bits of degradation, cursing, fingering, aftercare, kinda fluff at the very end

Some typos are on purpose to represent Gyu’s state in the moment

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“Animal Impulses”

“You’re so stupid it hurts” you groan in annoyance each time your slightly curled fingers abused the pet’s already sore and loose hole. The brown bear tail plug did its damage earlier.

Obviously, the dumb thing couldn’t shut his mouth to save his life.

“You fu-fucking bitch- oh! Fucking he-hell!” it says, trying to crawl away from your tight grip on its hips, inevitably pressuring its cock with your forearm under the pet. Of course, you press harder. Who this thing thinks it is?

“Shut you damn mouth before you really get me pissed, little bear” cooed you with a smirk, even knowing your pet couldn’t see you.

On all fours, Beomgyu, the said pet, keens and whines every time you miss its spot purposely, poor thing really considers it torture.

Earlier that day, Beomgyu pushed every limits you could imagine, but the breaking point was when he made you trip on his foot, falling on all fours. You didn’t even mind, you two do it all the time, but he caught you when he said in front of all your friend that “that’s the position I fuck them every night”. Oh boy, he went too far.

“Isn’t that the way you told them you fuck me, Beomgyu? Isn’t it? But who’s getting fucked out of senses right now, uh? Who’s the only bitch here?”

“You-you!” it managed to answer under heavy breaths and cries, making you laugh.

“Am I? Let’s see.”

Pushing its head on the mattress, of course taking care to not take off the fluffy bear ears from the hair, you made your poor pet loose balance on its front paws. It buried its face and chest in a pillow, arms falling weak over his head, ass in the air with your fingers still curled inside. Stuffing him further, Beomgyu shrieks when you finally slammed against the bundle of nerves inside him.

Well, the two of you probably will receive stares from the neighbors; who cares?

“Please, please, ple-ase!” he said between sobs, his limp body rocking back and forth with the amount of strength you’re using to bury three of yours fingers deeper inside of him.

“Please what, stupid hoe?” you know very well that he wants to cum, yet, take advantage of his state is very pleasurable since he just says “please” when hes finally breaking, finally submitting, finally desperate.

As expected, the boy just keens, trying to rock his hips against your hand, way too weak and lost in his own moans and whines.

“Uh? Too stupid to speak properly to your master, Beomgyu? You’re just a dumb hoe, aren’t you? Thought I’ve heard you say earlier that I was the bitch here…” said with a fake pout, you pretend to really thinks about it.

Mouth hanging open, drooling against the pillow, Beomgyu tries to say something, but he could only moan. Taking pity on him, you slow down just a little bit, letting the pet breath heavily, gasping.

“No… No bitch, you not ‘itch, mas’er”

“I’m not? So, who’s then?” slamming hard against him again, his desperate sobs and crying were music to your ears.

“Me! Me, me, me! Gyu is a-ah! Gyu is a bitch!” that finally managed to make you smile.

“You can cum now, little bear, you did good.”

Feeling his walls spasming and twitching and squeezing your fingers, there was no need to even see his dick to know that he came the moment you allowed with a loud cry, all his body spasming against the sheets.

Stopping when the pet nearly screamed in overstimulation, you took your fingers out slowly, whine after whine, Beomgyu only could say muffled and broken “sorry”.

“It’s okay, love, you did well. My pretty boy…”

Brushing his hair with your clean fingers, after you take off the fluffy ears, you start to put his mind back into place, letting him know that everything is okay, that he’s a good boy.

“You’re no whore, no slut, you´re just my pretty boy, that I love so, so much.”

Kissing his forehead ever so tenderly, you noticed that he’s still not really focusing on something, his thoughts hanging on cloud nine.

Cautiously, you helped him to stand out of the bed, gripping on his waist so he doesn’t fall on the ground, you bring him to the bathroom, running a warm bath for him.

Already in the bathtub, you let him alone for just a minute to change all the mattress of your bed. When done, you were welcomed back in the bathroom with a teary eyed Beomgyu, looking up at you.

“ ‘m sorry for making you trip and… And for say what I’ve said, and for calling you a bitch…”

The guilt in his voice crashed your heart a bit, but now, you smile.

“You’re forgiven, my boy. Thank you for recognizing what you did wrong, and for apologizing. I love you, little bear.”

Helping him to wash his hair, you remembered him that he was really forgiven, that he was good.

The night proceeded with the two of you cuddled on the bed, just covered with a blanket, no clothes. Just skin to skin contact, the way he likes.

Okay, you almost couldn’t breathe with Beomgyu body all above yours, but you could survive the bear like hug this night.

#txt #sub!txt #sub!idol #sub!beomgyu #dom!reader #gn reader #gn!reader #txt imagines #txt smut #txt drabbles #beomgyu x reader #request #fanfic #beomgyu imagines

[viperwhispered]

New fic idea: Jamil VS the ex

Context: Jamil and s/o have been dating for while. Things are going great and everyone is just happy. There are no real jealousy issues on either side cause they trust each other and Jamil is confident he's the best catch around. If there is any jealousy, they talk it out like mature human beings since being petty doesn't solve anything. Though there is defintley possessiveness, it never leaves the bedroom and they both enjoy it.

Introducing the ex: just a complete toxic dump. As in, shitty romance novels stereotypical male lead toxic dump. Just controlling, verbally/emotionally abusive, physically intimidates people, tries to use sex to fix things, doesn't know when to leave their exes alone, gets physical with love rivals, etc. For reference feel free to look at Christian Grey from 50 Shades, Hardin Scott from After, and Edward Cullen from Twilight. Honestly it didn't last more than a week yet the ex continued to stalk our poor reader and ruin any attempt at a finding a new lover.

Cue them getting to NRC and finally having a chance at a relationship with our boy Jamil. But unfortunately all good things must come to an end when reader invites Jamil home to meet their family. Let's say that if the reader is not from TWST then they have a way to dimension travel and the family is in on it.

Jamil is quickly welcomed into the family and they make it clear that he's the best boyfriend the reader has had so far. The reader and their family are quick to warn Jamil about the ex and the sabotages. He learns the details from his albi's angry rants about all the bullshit this guy did.

At one point the reader turns to him and goes: "you have my permission to be as much of a possessive scheming bastard as you want. Ruin his reputation, frame him, humiliate him, I don't care! He's messed with my life far too much for me to care about him anymore. If we run into him, feel free to shove it in his face that I am yours. Hold me, kiss me, leave hickies, whatever! I trust you to know my boundaries and when to do it. Hell, if you manage to get rid of him, then we might as well skip the formalities and go straight to the alter."

Cue Jamil plotting:

1. Get the ego boost from going PDA in front of your lover’s ex. Note: make sure beloved is wearing his hoodie/jersey for maximum boost.

2. Get rid of the abusive ex who's been harming his beloved for YEARS.

3. Plan the wedding.

Meanwhile, the reader is just enjoying the extra affection while munching popcorn as their dear boyfriend gets rid of the biggest nuisance in their life. Yes they get turned on by it, especially the smirk. They're planning to thoroughly spoil him when this is over, both in and out of the bedroom.

Bonus: in your professional opinion, what route would Jamil take to get rid of the ex and how sadistic does he get?

Hasdkföjask yes just let Jamil loose on the problem and enjoy the fireworks.

Also hasdfads in my professional opinion, huh? I feel honored. 🥺👉👈

Oop this got long so below the cut it goes.

(Also boy am I glad the ex did not get to do too much lasting damage to reader’s ability to have a healthy relationship. Jamil already has enough baggage for both of them to go through. Still, someone get a restraining order on that ex, stat.)

“Yes they get turned on by it, especially the smirk.” Just… too true. Man’s just way too hot when he’s all confident and cocky I swear.

Also ngl this brand of possessive I can definitely get behind.

Also I love that tasklist, just not sure which one I love more, the note to task 1 or just the entirety of task 3. Tho of course, Jamil being Jamil (and I may or may not be projecting here) I’m sure there’d be plenty of subtasks / -steps to each of these.

(Also sidenote yes Jamil definitely would know how to turn up the charm for the in-laws for extra approval points. What a charming well-behaved young man, just delightful 😇)

Now, the options coming to my mind are:

Something “private”: only the ex (and reader) needs to know what happened exactly, but it’s enough to spook the ex and keep him in line. (I mean, getting snake whispered? Should be pretty scary, especially depending on what Jamil does with it. Oh boy, the potential.)

Something public: ruin this guy’s image, future prospects, credit score, everything, make everyone see him for the cretin he is. Might cause backlash depending on just how concerning this guy is, but also long-lasting consequences.

Ignore the gnat, just rub things in his face by just being super sweet and loveydovey wherever he happens to be without ever directly confronting him because he’s not worth the effort (not too likely, Jamil’s definitely way too petty (or incensed) to just leave it at that).

Now, getting information on people may be Azul’s specialty, but I’m sure Jamil won’t have too much trouble finding out enough (like where the ex works, lives, stuff like that. If this is a different world (or even just different country), I’m sure reader can help him with the details of what is possible and all).

And by the sounds of things, this particular jerkwad is bound to turn up anyway. So maybe it’s just a case of waiting and being ready, setting up the favorable circumstances.

So Jamil and s/o would be going out and about. Maybe to the shops, maybe just a walk outside, whatever they know is likely to land them on the ex’s path.

The thing about the hoodie is that it’s not necessarily obvious (to the ex) that it belongs to Jamil, rather than you. So he’d probably go for the jersey (since that name obviously isn’t yours (at least yet)), or weather permitting he’d only loan out his hoodie to you at an opportune time.

Like, as soon as you two realize the ex is around, you’re all oh, it sure is a little chilly isn’t it, have my hoodie my dear, it’ll keep you warm. Cue makeout session (and definitely no smug glances from Jamil to the ex, no siree. Nothing of the sort when he holds you tighter, pulls you closer, lets his hands trail along your back, into your back pockets or perhaps even under your shirt. Definitely.).

When ex comes over, you’re conveniently in a public place (probably conveniently within sight of cameras, too, so there’d be something on record to go to authorities with, if needed, and for extra consequences).

I’m thinking Jamil might be all “innocent”, at least overtly (and as much as he can hold himself back - he’s used to mingling with the high and mighty and keeping face, but this is more personal) - tho there might be some underhanded barbs with plausible deniability, or just all the casual things about how you’re Jamils and how you’ve been together for however long and how Jamil just met your parents etc. Basically just reminding the ex of what he can’t have.

Tho once Jamil distances himself (and you), from the guy, I could see Jamil going to somewhere more secluded (with or without you, depending on how you agreed in advance). And if and when the ex follows, he gets a very different side of Jamil. Sharp tongue, no holds barred, told in no uncertain terms how pathetic and despicable he is, and to keep away from you, your family, and anyone else who has any connection to you. But especially you.

The only problem I have is thinking of just what he’d do to seal the deal. I mean, probably Jamil would make the guy do something bad / unpleasant with snake whisper. Like, make the dude do something humiliating, film it and leave it on his phone for him to find later? Make him go out into the crowds to make a fool out of himself? (Perhaps in a location with his friends / family / whatever around?) Get him to send some very terrible messages to some folks?

I think I’m a bit too nice to think of just how far Jamil could go, and snake whisper does have its limitations, too. Like to really ruin someone, you need to do something more impactful than just one unfortunate action.

(I mean I suppose maybe he could make the dude kill someone and go to prison for that but yeah let’s not.) Robbery, tho? I’m sure there’s some sort of a crime we can squeeze out of the guy that would not be too bad for bystanders (not that Jamil would be that bothered, tbh) but would still be enough of a consequence, and which could still be achieved with snake whisper.

That, or just make the guy walk into a cesspit or something, especially if it’s right before something important.

I’m kinda just spitting this out (and brain’s a bit fried) but also this was such a juicy concept I had to jump on it.

Honestly I feel like there’d be so much more to be said just for the PDA part and the possessiveness and protectiveness Jamil would feel and everything else, and maybe I’ll get back to that another time.

Did you have any particular thoughts of how you think it might go?

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #ner talks #chatting with folks #lex752 #feels like there's so many more things I could be touching on here but this already is long and also my brain is hitting capacity #eta: tumblr why do you insist on dragging my readmores halfway down the post from where I place them? 😤

[doomh3ad]

RUSTY NAIL AND JEALOUS SEX PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING 

Take your time of course dearie, although now that you are writing for him I’m going to never shut up about him 👉👈

-Housewife anon 🧁

YES OMG A REQUEST FOR HIM HES SO SEXY HIS VOICE DOES UNHOLY TJINGS TO ME HOUSEWIFE ANON MY BELOVED <3 it absolutely amazes me that i'm now simping or a man called RUSTY NAIL... google search what are standards.

rusty nail + jealous sex (nsfw under cut)

You didn't think anything of it. It was a long drive home, you begged Rusty, as you'd affectionately dubbed him, to stop at a cute little diner you'd found on his well-used map. You hadn't anticipated the frat boys, who already looked down on anyone that wasn't a frat boy, who decided the best way to get your attention was to flirt and leer at you while Rusty was ordering for you.

He didn't take kindly to it. He wasn't angry at you, of course, you were visibly uncomfortable at their crude jokes. But you saw the twitch of his eye, the tightening of his jaw, as tiny little changes came over him, imperceptible to others but all too obvious to you. Rusty did not like others messing with what was his.

You think he's going to do something, here, and your heart leaps in your chest. He wouldn't do anything so publicly, would he?

His face relaxes, and his knuckles, clenching the back of your chair, are becoming less unnaturally white as he loosens his grip.

"Let's go, darlin'," he says, and it's not a question. He places his hand on your waist to lead you out of the diner, almost daring the boys to make another comment. Once you're home, his hands are you and tearing through your clothes faster than you're prepared for.

"They think they can talk to you like that," he snarls, hands on your chest, taking off your shirt for access. "You're mine, you know that? I won't let anyone else even dare to touch you."

His voice is rough, but he's astoundingly gentle as he confirms you're okay and the encounter didn't shake you up too much. With a soft kiss to your forehead, Rusty promises to get them back in a dark tone you've heard before. You know he means it when he uses that tone.

He gives a gentle squeeze to your throat and a pat to your thigh, then signals he wants you to jump, with your legs around him. His exceptional strength holds you up with no issue, and you're pleading with him to just fuck you already in minutes.

"You think they could fuck you like this? Tell me who's making you feel this good," he orders you.

He wonders if you'll mind him recording you screaming his name so he can play it when he's killing those frat boys.

#slasher x reader #horror #imelda's writing #slasher #rusty nail #joyride 2001 #joyride movie #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail x you

[florestmoon]

hi hello!! could i request some frank morrison fluff 👉👈? nothing specific just something you can think of! thank you in advance, lots of love!!!

Omg yes ! Thank you for the request love ! hopefully this is fluffy enough, I always had the thought of a cute study session with Frank and this encouraged to finally write it . Sorry if it’s too short! enjoy <3

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“Which one of these molecules are considered a Carbohydrate- insulin, lactose-“

“Uhh the first one.”

You looked up at Frank with a dull expression. The older boy was sat up against the headboard of his bed, feet crossed as he twirled a dirty worn out basketball between his hands.

“Frank. You didn’t even let me finish.” You stated, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure I heard him say that word at some point in his lecture.”

Frank hummed , shrugging his shoulders before looking at you. He smirked at your annoyed experience, seeming satisfied from your reaction. The spinning came to a full stop as he leaned forward to grab the flash card that you held up in your hand, and threw it with the rest of the small color coded papers. It was the last flash card.

“I guess that means we’re done studying.”

You groaned as you looked down at the two separate piles of flash cards you made earlier that morning. One was suppose to be for questions that you both managed to answer correctly while the other was ones you got wrong.

Somehow in the last two hours, Frank only managed to get 5 out of the 60 questions correct. Most of that time consisted of Frank distracting the both of you with something unrelated.

“Frank, you only got a few right. You’re not going to pass the test at this rate.”

“Then we’ll study again another day.” He states dryly, eyes already glancing at his piles of dvds on the side of the room. Already debating which horror movie to force you to watch tonight. He loved you being scared. It always meant you would hide your face on his shoulders.

“The tests is tomorrow.” You huffed back, grabbing the second pile.

“Then I’ll skip.” He shrugs. You glance up a little to late to notice him reach over quickly to snatch the cards from your hands.

“Frank!-“ You began, reaching across the bed to try to retrieve your flash cards, that you spent a lot of time on thank you very much. “How is that going to help with anything??” You asked, scoffing at his carelessness.

“Easy. If I don’t take the test. I won’t fail.” Frank chuckles as he holds the cards out of reach, both of you nearly falling off the bed from your attempts to climb over him. He ignored the rate of his heartbeat at how close your faces were. You were busy with your determination for your cards, you didn’t notice the redness in his cheeks and ears.

“Besides- hey! Don’t pinch me , you brat- Besides, you already know all the answers so we don’t need to study anymore. You’ll get top score once again .”

“Doesn’t matter what score I get. What matters is that if you pass this test with a 75 or higher, you’ll be able to get your D to a C.”

You gripped onto his hoodie, debating whether you should pinch him one more time as you try to think of a way to reach over his long arm for your precious flash cards. You didn’t notice his confused expression during your struggle.

“How do you know that?”

A blush formed at your cheeks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Well..” You began.

If you were completely honest, you knew you didn’t need to study at all for the test. Frank wasn’t lying about you being the top of your science class. The only reason you suggested the study session and convinced Frank to ditch his legion (not that it took much convincing, Frank would drop anything once you asked him to)to help you study was really for his own benefit. You just wanted to be able to help him out.

But Frank hated receiving help.

And with the way he was looking at you at the moment, you knew you were caught in your small lie.

“I may have asked Mr. Caleb about your grade and how you could improve” You admitted, looking down and noticed how close you were. You were practically over his lap so you pulled back a bit at the sound of Frank’s heavy sigh.

“I don’t give a rats ass about my grade.”

“But Mr. Caleb said if you even get a 70- he’ll bump it up regardless-“

“I don’t need you or that asshole’s input on my grade, alright? It doesn’t matter. Not everyone bases their life around grades.” Frank snaps with no real venom in his words, tossing the cards near your lap.

You frown at his words, sitting back on the edge of the bed and grabbing your flash cards. You both say nothing for a few seconds before your soft voice cuts through the silence.

“I just wanted to help you Frank.”

Frank chest feels heavy at your statement, watching you shuffle the cards slowly , eyes falling onto the small pout that painted on your lips already.

You knew what you were doing. Frank was weak, a victim to your pouty expressions.

He groans as he rubs his neck, fingers absently tracing his tattoos as a habit. As much as he hated that you would go behind his back to talk about him with some teachers, he couldn’t help but feel a bit touched at the commitment. It was special in a cheesy way he hates admitting.

He was still stubborn.

“Fine fine! Stop that.” He sighs, leaning back against the headboard as you looked up at him hopeful. “Only on one condition. You have to do something for me .”

You nod fast, Frank was surprised you didn’t strain your neck.

“Anything!” You smile, scooting closer to him and crossing your legs criss cross. You really didn’t have any clue of the affects you had on him. “I’ll even tag along with you and your friends.”

Frank shook his head. As much as he would love to see you try to catch up on any illegal activities he and his legion got into it, he had a better idea thats been stuck on his mind for weeks now. The thought following him around like some bug, the buzzing getting harder to ignore the more time he spends with you. He clears his throat as he finally gains the confidence.

“Let me take you out.” He smiles the same Frank Morrison smile he knows has many girls, even Julie, swoon over. He was expecting you to blush or began stuttering.

He didn’t expect for you to began laughing.

“What?” You giggle, “You know I’m always happy to hang out with you Frank. You don’t have to bet on that.”

Biting your lip in thought, you don’t notice the sudden nervous expression on Frank’s face. “Hey, I can buy you that cd of that band you been talking about-What were they called ? Oh!-“

“No..I mean like a date.” He finally interrupts you, tensed.

You blink as you process what he really is saying.

Oh.

“Forget that, that was stupid. Um how bout-“

All the confidence slowly deflated from the tattooed teen, every doubt from before of how wrong it would be for you to date someone like him came rushing back. His eyes darting around the room now, a habit of his.

Maybe he read too much into how much you cared for him.

Maybe you were just being a caring friend, it’s not like he had much of those anyway. Sure he had his legion but they always encouraged his bad habits. So you were simply feeling bad for the teen. He was idiot for thinking otherwise-

“Okay.”

Your voice broke his train of thought.

Your face was fully flushed but you couldn’t stop the smile from growing. You felt butterflies in your stomach and bubbles of excitement. Your own doubts of what was growing between you and Frank disappearing.

“Okay?” He asks, doubtful. You nod as you grab the textbook and toss him to him.

“Yeah. If you pass this test, I’ll let you take me on a date.”

Frank gaped at you, processing that you were actually saying yes to a date with him.

You clicked your tongue as you looked down at the left over flash cards. Your own confidence growing.

“I’ll even give you a kiss if you can get more than half of these questions right.”

Frank stared at you for a few seconds, expression blank before he tossed the forgotten ball in his hand to the side of the room and sat up. Textbook was in his hands before you could could fully blink.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Ask me a question.”

#frank morrison x you #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagines #dbd imagine #dbd x you #fluffy fluffy fluff #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slasher imagines #slashers

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 27

flo flo - hellooo, flower anon here. could we possibly get the reader meeting Peter Parker, or them seeing him on the news and trying to reach out?

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anon - Do you think I’m an upcoming chapter the boys can comfort a reader who’s breaking down and terrified that the boys are gonna leave her like everyone else so she starts pushing them away as a defense mechanism?

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anon - Could we get some grandpa Khonshu cuddles and comfort maybe 👉👈

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A/N : teeny weeny angst and some fluff <3

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : dude ive been getting so many requests for meeting peter so here you go!

playlist

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sad ending(?), mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you’d been nodding off while marc and layla chatted about god knows what.

it was nice, just listening. marc and layla made a nice couple, sure it was a bit strange that there are three different people in the one body, but she puts up with it just fine.

except when steven told you about when he and layla kissed and how marc punched him in the face.

all being in the same body, too.

you would’ve payed to see steven punch himself in the face, you would’ve never let it go either.

you tried to get marc to do it again but no amount of money could convince him.

you see, marc and steven had gotten fine with the whole ‘sharing a body’ thing.

it took a little time to get used to jake being there, but they assure you that it’s all going to work out.

it honestly surprised you how well they all got along considering the obvious.

you know for a fact you’d go bonkers if your reflection talked to you.

well, more bonkers than you already are according to over half the people you know.

you felt something poke your shoulder. “kid, you gotta stay awake right now” marc says, and you figured that he was the one that poked you.

you nod and keep your eyes open, sitting up fully and bringing your knees to your chest.

you hear layla chuckle softly. “you two should probably head home” she advises and you see marc nod.

“nooo but i wanna stay” you whine and marc gives you a look.

“not tonight” marc responds and you groan.

he scoffs and flicks you in the side of the head. “come on, it’s time to go. it’s getting late” he says and you begrudgingly get up as slow as you can.

marc and layla were already standing while you dramatically sighed.

“you’re still in your work clothes, you need to come home and change” marc says.

“i have clothes she could borrow” layla quietly speaks up and marc darts his head to her while you grin to yourself.

“no- don’t encourage her” marc tells layla and you get pouty again.

marc nudges you so that you’re in front of him, while you walk towards the door, layla following.

you make it to the door and slip your shoes on, then you turn back to glare at marc, who’d been waiting arguably patient for you.

“say goodbye, then go wait in the car” he tells you and you squint your eyes at him.

 you tear your gaze away from marc when layla comes to stand in front of you, putting a hand on your shoulder before pulling you into a light hug, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

“don’t worry, little scarab, i’ll see you soon” layla says to you and you smile at the nickname she’d given you.

you and layla shift out of the hug, you waving as you open the door and leave, knowing marc would be out soon.

you sat in the car for about 45 seconds before marc came out, getting in the car and starting it without a word.

“what were you doing in there?” you ask suspiciously.

marc doesn’t say anything still and pulls out of the parking spot, starting to drive back the way you came, excusing the traffic since it was late.

“they were snogging” steven says suddenly and marc groans.

you snort and shake your head.

“i knew it” you mutter.

“no you didn’t” marc counters and you scoff.

“hey, why do you get to kiss people on the mouth and i can’t?” you ask, glaring in marc’s direction.

“because you’re too young”

“but steven said-“

“fuck steven”

“ouch, mate”

“don’t be mean to him, he’s sensitive” you whine, and steven laughs at you.

“but even jake said-“

“fuck him too” marc interrupts and you scoff again.

“you’re just jealous of him” you tell marc and he’s the one to scoff this time.

“don’t drag me into this” jake cuts in, and you wave him off.

“what’s there to be jealous of?” marc asks genuinely and you sigh.

“his hat”

“fuck his hat”

“nooo but i love his hat”

“yeah, she loves the hat, spector” jake cuts in yet again, and marc doesn’t say a word.

“yeah, stay quiet mansplainer” you mutter, and feel the car jerk to a quick stop before going again, while you feel like you just got whiplash.

marc chuckles at your spooked expression, and you debate on whether to smack him on the shoulder and possibly have him crash the car, or let him finally win one.

you let him have it.

you just slouched back in your seat and lent your head back on the head rest.

~~~

the rest of the ride was quiet, due to you and marc being pretty tired.

it was the most action filled day you’ve had in a while.

you two had gotten back to the apartment complex at almost 11 at night.

you were now in the elevator, marc clicking your floors button and then looking to you.

“i have something to tell you” he says hesitantly and you can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s unconsciously shifting from leaning on one foot to the other.

“yeah, what is it?” you ask gently, as to not make him more nervous.

“…” he takes a breath, and the elevator dings, you two only stepping out and not going any further.

“i’ve noticed- and you’ve told me that you wanted things to be ‘normal’ after.. the incident.. so if you want you can now walk to and from work by yourself” he ends the rant quietly and starts to speak again.

“and if you want, you can go to your own apartment whenever you want” he pauses.

“well- not that you couldn’t before it’s just that you can go by yourself” he corrects himself and looks away from you, starting to walk to his door.

you smile and make your way inside once he opens the door.

“you mean it?” you ask and he turns around from where he’s standing.

“well.. yeah” he shrugs.

you manage to smile even wider and get closer to him and give him a quick hug before moving to sit on the counter.

“why the sudden change of heart?” you ask, and he turns around to face you properly.

“he felt bad because he thinks you hate him” jake answers for him and you raise an eyebrow.

“you thought i hated you?” you ask quietly and marc shrugs.

“not hate, just..” he doesn’t finish his sentence while you let out a breath.

“marc” you start, and he finally gains the courage to look you in the eye.

“i could never hate you. any of you” you pause for a second. “what made you think that?” you almost hesitate in asking.

marc doesn’t answer, he just stares.

“he-“

“don’t, steven” he says in a softer tone than before, while you look at him with surprise.

it’s dead silent for another couple minutes, until you decide to break it.

“do you have any idea how much i love you?”

he says nothing- none of them do, they all just stared in a nervous type of surprise.

“you guys are my life now” you say and you begin to smell a certain scent of salt that only tears produce.

marc shifts his gaze to anywhere but you, so you slide off the counter to make your way to him.

“hey- are you crying?” you turn him around to see him wipe a tear off his cheek.

you soften your gaze and pull him into another hug, marc immediately reciprocating while trying his hardest to keep his composure.

you just silently rub his back while you hear steven and jake talking to him, but you don’t notice what they say due to your own thoughts.

after a minute, you gently push marc away, and seeing that he wasn’t actively crying, but did look like he just was.

you see his eyes roll back into his head before a more stern expression takes over.

“he just needs a minute” jake waves you off, while you nod understanding, not seeing him in any of the reflections that steven are in.

“come on, princesa, you’re tired” jake starts and you groan, followed by a small yawn, which just proves his point.

jake and steven both chuckle before putting a hand on your shoulder and leading you to bed.

you slip off your jacket and shove it into jakes chest, and flopping down face first onto the bed.

you hear jake chuckle before setting your coat down on the kitchen table before doing the same with his and shoving you aside to sit down beside you.

you sit up and reach behind jake to grab his hat, which was hanging on the edge of the bed frame.

you put it on his head and yank it down so that it covers his eyes, making him smile.

“come on, go to bed” jake shuffles so that he’s laying down, you following and letting him pull you over so that you were laying your head on his chest.

“night, princesa” he readjusts his hat, and leans his head back.

“night, jake” you pause.

“night, steven. night, marc” you finish, hearing them both saying the same back, marc a bit quieter than usual.

and not too long after that, sleep overtook you.

~~~

*tap tap tap*

you wake up to the sound of tapping coming from somewhere, as you try to fall back asleep.

*tap tap*

and then, ringing.

your spidey senses were going crazy all of a sudden, and you shoot up, careful not to wake jake.

you look around the room and see nothing unusual, but when your eyes scanned over the window, the ringing became louder.

looking to jake, you decide to slowly get up to go check it out, wrist pointing towards the window.

you hear another tap, and think you’re about to go crazy when you pull the curtains back and see nothing.

you let out a sigh and open the window quietly, looking to jake to make sure he didn’t wake up.

after opening the window, you peak your head out and look down, seeing nothing so you decide to go back inside, but that was before you heard something coming from above you.

you were on a pretty high floor, but you had no problem since you could literally stick to walls.

you give one last look to jake, mentally promising you’d go check this out and head right back to bed.

climbing out the window, you stick to the wall and crawl up until you’re at the roof, looking around at all the huge fans and vents.

your spidey senses stopped, and you scoffed to yourself, shaking your head and moving to leave when an arm wraps around your waist and arms, and another hand around your mouth tightly.

you struggle in the grip, trying to turn around to see who it was but this persons grip was too tight on you.

you stop and take a couple deep breaths as the person shushes you and you hear a weird clinking noise.

“heyheyhey, clam down” the person says, and you register the voice to be male.

he takes the hand off your mouth and you take a few breaths before trying to pry his other hand off you.

you’d just now realized that the entirety of his hands and arms were some type of metal.

“hey- listen i just want to talk” he says calmly and you scoff.

“yeah, that’s what they all say” you say, and still struggle in getting him off of you.

you debate on calling jake, but you feel like you could handle this since this guy might actually just want to talk.

“i’m being serious” he scoffs and slowly let’s go of you, so you throw yourself away from him and turn around with your hands out in front of you.

you see his face and see that he just looks like a normal boy, just in a.. suit with a spider on it.

you look at him confused, and he takes that as his cue to explain.

“i should probably explain myself” he says almost guiltily and you nod.

“my names peter. peter parker” he gestures to himself, and you purse your lips.

“i’m.. im spider man” he stutters and you just blink at him.

he sighs. “edith heard about you- she knows what goes on everywhere-“

“who’s edith?”

“my glasses- just listen” he answers and you nod.

“i’m here to help you” he starts. “so i hear that you go around stopping.. convenient store robbers?” he asks and you nod hesitantly.

“okay so what exactly are you here to help with?” you ask and he sighs again. 

“better control with your abilities” he starts. “it took me a while myself, and you’re pretty much the only hero here in london” he explains and you nod.

“that’s nice” you begin. “i have to get back to bed” you blurt out.

“oh- for sure, i just- i just found you and got antsy- sorry” he apologizes and you snort.

“well. okay, spider boy. i’ll.. i’ll see you around” you give him a two fingered salute and jump off the roof to slide down the wall and back into jakes room.

you see that he’s still asleep, but has an arm around one of the pillows due to your absence.

you sigh and close the window and curtains before climbing into bed again, replacing the pillow with jake.

you didn’t fall asleep right away, you just stayed awake thinking.

who the hell did peter parker think he was? does he not have a family that misses him while he’s out here wanting to help a random girl that his glasses heard on the news?

none of this made sense. whenever this guy shows up again you’re going to have him explain everything.

the full truth.

you’re just going to have to dodge the guys’ questions.

you wanted to go back to sleep, but you simply couldn’t.

so you once again got back up and moved to the couch, scrolling on your phone.

“what’s wrong, spiderling?” khonshu shows up perched on the back of the couch.

“nothin’. but you saw that whole thing didn’t you?” you ask and khonshu nods.

“shit” you mutter. “please don’t tell any of the guys” you request and khonshu nods again.

“you’re the best” you smile. “this is why you’re my favorite” you say and he laughs quietly.

“that is nice of you, but you’re dodging my question” he says and you groan quietly.

“it’s just… why did marc think the i hated him?” you ask quietly, mood going down.

khonshu doesn’t say anything, hey just moves to sit next to you, leaning on the armrest.

“he doesn’t really think that” khonshu starts. “he’s just scared”

you furrow your brows. “what? scared of-“

“of doing something wrong” he elaborates and you look up at khonshu in confusion.

“but he-“

“he took your thoughts into consideration” he pauses. “and he thinks that he should give you some time before you want to be around him again”

you feel your eyes tear up at this.

marc didn’t want to be around you because he’s scared of fucking up?

let me rephrase that- he didn’t want you around him. 

khonshu taps your shoulder and you blink away your tears.

“he’s just like a woman” he starts. “so emotional and full of dumb ideas” he says and you scoff, hitting khonshu in the arm.

“he is” you agree with the ‘emotional’ part. not the woman part, because you now want to beat up this stupid death bird.

nothing else is said as you yawn again, and you carefully lean on khonshu, who doesn’t react.

after a minute, he slowly reaches an arm around you and pats your shoulder.

once again, you fell asleep again.

this time, with khonshu. your angry grandpa.

~~~

jake woke up to an empty bed, which worried him until he saw you on the couch.

he was confused to see you leaning against khonshu while he ran his wrapped fingers over the stickers on his moon stick.

“khonshu, what the hell is this?” jake asks, adjusting his hat so that he can actually see as he gets up.

“she was distressed” he answers simply and jake scoffs.

“did she go out again?” he asks and khonshu shakes his head.

“no, just came over here and scrolled on her tiny box” khonshu said and jake seemed to believe him.

you stirred in your sleep, throwing your hand up while stretching and hitting khonshu in the face.

“fuck-“

you gasp and shoot up from where you were laying on khonshu. 

“khonshu just said a no-no word!” you exclaim, and you hear jake scoff from where he was in the kitchen.

you felt bad about leaving him in the middle of the night, but you pushed it to the back of your mind as you got up.

“listen, i uh.. i think i’m going to go back to my place for a bit” you say, and jake looks at you confused.

“by myself.” you elaborate. “just for a while” you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers.

jake stares at you from where he’s standing, an emotion on his face that you could register.

“that’s alright” he nods, and you gather your jacket in your arms and slip on your shoes.

“i’ll see you later” you say quietly and unlock the door to leave.

jake didn’t know what just happened. you’d woken up.. and just left.

none of them knew what to feel right now. they were ultimately confused.

“what in the bloody hell just happened?” steven cuts the silence, and marc is heard taking a couple deep breaths.

“i fucked up didnt i? it’s what i said last night” he says and jake goes to deny that claim.

“you didn’t do anything”

“yeah, mate it’s just.. maybe she’s all in her head about something” steven suggests and they all nod slowly, still not feeling normal without you there.

~~~

they didn’t know that you were a couple doors down, knees to your chest against your door.

not crying, just sitting there.

you were the scared one now.

why did marc tell you that he thought you hated him? was it to subtly hint that he didn’t want you around anymore?

was it to push you away?

you don’t know.

you never know.

you just needed a minute.

just a minute.

~~~

A/N : sorry its late, but here :) peter parker will return, for this is only the first quick meeting

hope you all enjoyed <3

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[judasofsuburbia]

EMILY! You're expecting me to choose from your WIPs? like, I need to know more about all of them okay?! I tried to narrow it down to 2 but i can't do less: waiting for you (sex demon eddie) and boyband au. Pretty please I need to know more!! 👉👈🥺👀

HIIII SANDY!!! OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE TWO!!

okay SO i talked about the plot and shared a snippet for sex demon eddie here and here. <33

the sex demon eddie au has been a wip for SO LONG that i am literally running out of snippets to share so i HOPE i have not shared these sentences before but we shall SEE (like pls oh my god i need to just write the freak nasty demon smut already)

here is a snippet of sex demon! eddie:

“I got off just fine before you,” Steve argues.  “Just fine?” Eddie tuts. “Sounds boring to me.” Steve rubs the heel of his palms into his eyes. “God, what do you want, Eddie?” “To show you that you don’t need these pathetic humans. You have me.” “You haven’t bitten me. I’m not yours.” Steve laughs harsh and mean, “I’m sure that makes your boss really mad.” Eddie frowns a little at the mention of Lucifer.

i talked about the plot for boyband au here but here is another lil snippet just for you my friend!!<3

here is a snippet of boyband au:

Mike raised his eyebrow. “Have you not seen it?” “Seen what?” They echoed.  Mike huffed and plugged his computer into the big television screen in the conference room. He put each of our names into Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr. Scrolled through post upon post about teenage girls saying: “I’m such a Steve girl” or “Argyle is the goofball I just know it” or “Jonathan would absolutely take you to watch the stars at night” or “Eddie is definitely the bad boy. Ugh, he’s so hot!”  Usernames that were as insane as “mrsmunson” “harringtonshoney” “byersbabe” “argylesamor”.  “They’ve boyband-ed us,” Eddie gritted.

ask me about my wips!!

#i am actually so in love with these wips i need them to become FICS!!! how do i get the words to starting wording u know #wip weekend #boyband au #sex demon eddie au #asks

[lennjamin-o7]

Lenn. Lenn. All I want.

Is for the king and queen and entire fucking court.

To get to the Queen of the Fae.

And be like “Look at our lovely family! Look at our charming son and heir and our beautiful daughter! Look at how lovely they are! Please can you do something? 👉👈”

And for Kristen to look at them.

For her to hear everything they say to her.

For her to look at Felix and Mielle the Bitch.

And be like “yeah, yeah.”

“But where’s the charming child with the pink hair I’ve heard so much about?! Where is he?!? I’ve looked forward to meeting him so much! I’ve heard wonderful things about how amusing he is and just how darling!”

I know you’ve probably written that scene already but hear me out:

It would be funny.

(All of this is a joke, of course, whatever you write and however it goes I’m sure it will be just wonderful and I will love the fuck out of it.)

Kristin looking for the boy

I think I missed this ask before I posted the last chapter. I am so sorry. But yeah, Kristin is certainly not impressed with Mielle and Felix. Techno is perfectly skrunkle, though....

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#amethyyst fox #ask and ye shall receive #sweeter than honey #lenn writes

[a-glimpse-of-fantasy]

Your Dream(Duskwood Fanfiction) Chapter 3

⚠️ This story takes after the final episode of Duskwood. So if you haven't finished the game first, this story contains heavy spoilers. ⚠️

English is not my first language so please spare me the grammar mistakes.

You can read the chapter 1 from here You can read the chapter 2 from here

Hope you like it 👉👈

👉Bold sentences are text messages

Chapter 3 - What happened on that day?

He smiled faintly. Oshi thought it didn’t contain the usual bitterness he had when they talked about his pursuers. Then, just as he opened his mouth to answer, a text arrived on her phone. She quickly paid attention to him, ignoring it. But another one came yet again. She hurriedly grabbed her phone to put it on silent mode, but Jake stopped her.

“It’s alright, Oshi. Check what it is first.”

She hesitantly unlocked the phone to see that it was Dan who was interrupting them.

-Hey.

-Did you see a weird dude on your way maybe?

_A weird guy?

-Yeah. Earlier when you were here, this weirdo hoodie was staring at you. You know I might lose my job if I confront him and things escalate.

-Anyway, I was gonna talk to him once you two left. But the dude was already gone when I came back after seeing ya off.

_And?

-And Phil says he saw a black hoodie walking to Jessy’s on his way back.

-What do I know. Anyways double check to see if the doors are locked.

She leaned forward and asked, “Jake, were you at Aurora by any chance earlier?” His slightly surprised look was enough of an answer. “It seems like you left a trail. Dan says a guy was staring at me at Aurora earlier, and Phil saw a similar-looking man walking towards Jessy’s home.” She smiled as he sulked a little.

Oshi remembered the time Jessy asked whether Jake was in Duskwood. Her answer was, “No. He would stick out like a sore thumb there.”

_Thanks for the warning, Dan. He’s someone I know.

-Wtf? A weirdo in a black hoodie…

-Sounds like a certain hacker boy who went missing in a mine years ago.

_🙁

-Whatever. Don’t follow strangers thinking it’s him.

_Yeah. Yeah. I know.

_Thanks Dan.

She quickly silenced her phone and put it on the table so that it would not interrupt them anymore.

“Okay. I’m done.”

He nodded before continuing his deep voice calmly, “There won’t be pursuers after me anymore. So there’s nothing for you to be worried about anymore.”

“What?” She was genuinely confused. It was not like one or two men were after him. The government, a whole organization, was after him. How could he possibly take care of them alone in merely one year?

“What do you mean?”

Jake smiled. It was genuine. He looked genuinely happy.

“I…That day, fortunately, I could escape safely. It really was my luck. I never thought I would be saying such irrational things, but…I genuinely believe it was nothing but luck. I found a way out while I was going back.”

“But didn’t you say they would have possibly placed people at all the openings?”

“There was an opening. A wall had collapsed to form an opening just enough for a person to crawl out. I think it had been there since the explosion but went unnoticed due to its size. To make sure, I sent them a message from another area.”  

"Another area?"

"Yes. That was to confuse them. Just in case, I had prepared it for emergencies like that time. Actually, I got that idea because of what Lily and you did that time."

He continued not before handing her the cup of americano again so that she would drink it before it cools down.

“After hiding for a while, I decided to put an end to it.” She leaned forward again to not miss any detail, “So I offered a deal.”

“Deal?”

“Yes. As much as they wanted to get rid of me, they did not like the idea of letting my skills waste in vain. It was clear as they had offered me to work for them many times, almost persistently in the past. But, of course, that was before I meddled in their work. Their most prominent reason for pursuing me for so long was that they doubted the possibility of me working for a foreign country sooner or later.”

“Foreign country?”

“I hope it wouldn’t look to you like I am boasting, but I would say I am quite skilled in what I do.”

“Skilled enough that a foreign government would take you in for a high price?”

She got goosebumps as he nodded, hesitant. Suddenly, it was as if they were in entirely different worlds. So far, the most severe problem she had faced in her entire life was the kidnapping case of Hannah. But for Jake…It would’ve felt like a child’s play. As he always said, his only obstacle was time. Alan Bloomgate’s words that she had no idea what she was getting herself into by involving with the hacker…

“Back to the main topic, I offered them a deal. I would work for them, and they would clear my name.”

“They agreed? That easily?”

“Well…it was not easy. I had to give up a few of my programs and techniques.” He stopped in the middle to look into her eyes, “Sorry. That isn’t of any interest to you. The important thing is that I managed to settle the situation without either party getting hurt.”

“So now you work for them. Thus, you are no longer in danger.”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you do it sooner?”

At her direct question, his eyes shook a little. Jake looked down at the coffee cup, evading her eyes. “That…I didn’t want to negotiate with them.”

She nodded, “Yes. You said you were one of the good guys if I could call it that. That only meant one thing. You were doing the right thing, and they were in the wrong. You wanted to make a change. So why would you work for them all of a sudden? I don’t expect you to want me to believe that the pursuers who chased you for almost five years have suddenly become good guys.”

Jake quietly muttered, not raising the downcast head, “Sometimes, I am troubled that you are so quick-witted.”

She sighed in resignation as he kept staring at the coffee without another word. “Jake. Listen. I just…I want you to have a happy and safe life. As for your worries, I’d want you to worry about what you’d have for dinner tonight or having to go to work on the weekend when you were supposed to be lazing around.” Oshi stood up before moving to the seat next to Jake, taking his hand in hers.

“Jake…I just want you to have an… ordinary life. Even if I’m not in it.”

-To Be Continued.

Next Chapter

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood mc #everbyte studios #fanfic

[goditsmeagain]

I would love to see you write more of touchy feely steddie 👉👈 I know you’ve done it already but you got me hooked and I’m obsessed

I rly wanna write more steddie and have so many ideas (I also want to write byler I'm between a rock and a hard place)

it's either a sequel to Harrington's guide or smth that'll take waaayyy longer to plan and write... might do the sequel just to get my grubby mitts on my boys again <3

#they deserve to be insufferable #ask #steddie

[outpost51]

poison and tail for the dragon asks? 👉👈🥺

Dragon Asks

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

Oh boy… Unlikely Adventures? Unlikely Adventures. From chapter 6:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“And the angels don’t do anything about it?”

Zadimus grimaced against her scalp. “Not until they start hurting people. They’re creators and caretakers of souls first, defenders of Life’s most precious creations second. Demons are just Death’s loyal janitors.”

“You sound bitter.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re a bad liar for a demon.”

“And you’re terribly brave for a human.”

Sensing the end of Zadimus’s willingness to divulge information for the night, Dillon slipped off his lap and stretched. “It’s late,” she announced. Her eyes drifted to the locked basement door. Fat lot of good that lock did earlier. “Do you think maybe… you could stay here tonight? In case another one leaks out.”

“It’s doubtful, but I was planning on staying anyway.” If he heard the little tremble of fear in her voice, he didn’t indicate it.

“Awfully confident in ourselves, aren’t we?”

Dillon wasn’t sure she liked the sneer she got in response. “Yes, but I already moved in before we ever struck a deal.”

“Excuse me?” she shouted at his back. He was already a third of the way up the stairs and she had to scramble to catch up.

“I claimed your house as my lair, you’re welcome. Now no one else will come sniffing along to feast on the endless souls, salads, and breadsticks your mother creates.” He snickered at the statue she’d become in the hallway, frozen in shock and sputtering in offense. “Would it make you feel better if I wore heels and an apron around the house? I’ll be the perfect housewife for my lovely little breadwinner.”

Dillon shoved him into her room. “It would not, and I’m not your anything. We have a contract, and we’re roommates with benefits, that’s it.”

Her dismissal almost stung. Almost, because when he quickly blinked the disappointment from his eyes and turned to face her, she was red from her shoulders to her ears. “Oh, come now, at least admit you like me a little bit. Just a smidge. I ate a soul for you.”

“You ate a soul for you, and I don’t completely hate you,” she huffed, crawling under her blankets in a solid sulk.

“How romantic, I’m swooning.” He fluffed up his own nest of pillows and blankets on the trundle mattress. Zadimus extinguished the lights with a snap and ruffled his wings until he was comfortable. “Goodnight, wifey,” he simpered.

There was a muffled grumble from the mattress above. For a moment, he thought she wouldn’t respond at all, but just as his eyes were closing, he heard a soft, “Night, asshole.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She definitely liked him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tail: share a fluffy or cozy snippet.

Mannnnn there’s. Kind of a dearth of those at the mome— OH. OH. I KNOW. From chapter 3 of between a rock and a hard place:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next time we docked, they bought me an envirosuit. It was the first item of clothing anyone ever bought for me, the first piece of new clothing that was given to me, and despite outgrowing it years ago, it’s still hanging in my closet. Stupid and sentimental, I know. It wasn’t the most expensive suit on the market, but it was functional and safe and purple. It was even gift-wrapped. I remember the utter frustration on Dad’s face as I meticulously unwrapped the silver paper and folded each piece carefully in my lap, then tucked it all away in the toolbag — a spare Dad found in a storage locker — that I carried everywhere.

I kept that bundle, too; the paper has gone fabric-soft and fragile from years tucked away in the safety of the front-middle pocket.

When the contents were at last revealed, Dad checked his helmet for cracks from the ear-splitting screech of delight I wasn’t entirely sure came from me. I ran laps around the bench in the middle of the busy spaceport, screaming like I’d won the lottery, and my parents laughed with me, not a care in the world that people were staring. Mom helped me put it on over my clothes and I ran around some more, twirling around Dad as if they’d given me a ballgown.

Of course, that suit also meant getting spaced. Often — though, really, spacing a child once is excessive, but who would call Child Protective Services all the way out in deep space? Besides, my parents were at least somewhat smart about it. They put the ships on autodrift, Dad followed me out the airlock on a tether, and pushed me through the gap to Mom. She caught me and brought me inside, and everything was hunky-dory. I’d do my tinkering with the Galatea’s engine, have a nice meal, maybe spend the night cycle, and then they’d do the same thing to return me to the Merkava. It was exhilarating. Sure, tossing a child back and forth in the icy, black vacuum of space to crawl around in heavy machinery for a few hours wouldn’t make the cover of Galactic Parenting, but it wasn’t like they forced me to do it. I liked helping. Dad couldn’t get around like he used to or fit into nooks and crannies like me, and Mom didn’t know jack-shit about engine maintenance. In a few months, I knew more about both ships than either of them, and then some.

It also gave Dad and I common ground to bond over. I still wasn’t the best at conversation — Mom said it was selective mutism, according to one of her interspecies parenting books — and I knew the separation wasn’t exactly easy on Dad. He slept in the cockpit with me most nights just so he wouldn’t have to be alone. Neither of us slept more than an hour or two at a time, kept awake by old memories and nightmares. He listened to audio versions of parenting books while we were in FTL and had nothing better to do. Most of them weren’t worth the credits they cost; not that it mattered, anyway — Janus snatched them from open directories on the extranet.

My parents bounced the content off each other in their vidcalls. They agreed on some of it and laughed off the rest, then got quiet for a while, then cut the feed abruptly. It was obvious to anyone with eyes the distance was difficult for both of them. As a result, Dad and I managed to form a decent relationship. He was never close to the boys because of how often work pulled him away while they were younger, and Mom seemed happy he finally had some kind of connection with at least one kid, adopted or not. The closer we became, the better we both slept, at peace knowing the other was still breathing in the adjacent chair. Mom had to start spamming the commlink to wake us during the day cycle — the sleep debt had caught up to us, and we had years of interest to pay off.

Mom and Dad started taking us shopping as a family instead of leaving us to our own devices, and Dad and I had adventures on the ship.

Mom told me later how when they met, he’d spin wild tales that made her laugh until she was dizzy and breathless, but over the years he’d gotten so caught up in the day-to-day bullshit, the stories were fewer and far-between until they faded into nothing more than rose-tinted memories of a time when her smile still met her amethyst eyes, before they were dulled with exhaustion.

He would be the pirate king to my pirate princess; we would fight through holos of undead hordes and execute would-be mutineers. We did battle with great beasts of forgotten realms I could almost see when he wove their legends in a tapestry of hushed tones — so they wouldn’t hear us before we could sneak up behind them with our wrench-swords, you see — so full of awe it made my heart race. We plundered merchant vessels fat with treasure and fortunes too vast for even our imaginations to fully grasp, and explored untouched, uncharted worlds full of strange creatures and ancient curses. We made blanket-fort vid theaters in the cabin he no longer used. He taught me how to play Skyllian five, how to cheat at Skyllian Five, and how to be a very sore loser at Skyllian Five.

We even tried to shoot a cooking show once, but that ended in a complete disaster that took four hours to clean and permanently scarred the kitchenette. I learned swears that day in the surprisingly long list of languages Dad spoke at least conversationally, and was told to never repeat them (or tell Mom I learned them in the first place). He taught me how to disassemble, clean, and reassemble every gun he owned.

He taught me how to fly.

Dad figured if I knew how the engine worked, it was about time I learned how the rest of the damn thing worked, too. The next time I sat in his lap while he flew, his hands stayed at his side as I guided us along a course he charted.

In two short years, I gained a family and a best friend the cruelty of Omega could never take away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#ans.txt #sneeps.txt #the arsonist chronicles #unlikely adventures #between a rock and a hard place

[squidwen]

Hi dear! Can i ask 5,17,21,22 for Vane?

Sorry if it's too much, u can ignore if u want, i can't bother u but i'm curious and in love with your precious Vane 😔💗👉👈

WOOOOOOO! Kicking things off with one of my first TWST bois, let's goooooooooooooooo!!!! (and you could never bother me Nicoli! Ask as many Qs as you want :3 Same goes for all my mutuals whom I love and cherish!)

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Vane shrieked and jerked backwards, almost falling off the giant daisy he’d been lounging in. His tiny legs kicked and scrambled to get back into position.

"Why are you in my room-oh. Y-You only have fo-four questions for me?" The caterpillar sighed deeply, both in exasperation and trying to calm himself down. It wasn't his birthday but he was getting an interview? Some students at this school were insane. "Well...alright. I suppose I can spare a few minutes. But please knock next time. A cat-caterpillar's room is their sanctuary." He hoisted Agatha onto the petals and repositioned his podgy lower half around her. The closeness was already making him sweat. 

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

"Promise you won't tell anyone? Well...I boil some of my plants in water and breathe in the steam. It doesn't damage my lungs or anything, but I like the way it tastes. Especially mint. Ha-Have you met the Dorm Leader of D-Diasomnia? He's a dragon fae. So powerful...and respected." Vane had a faraway look. "Is it strange to fantasise about being a drag-dragon when you exhale steam, smoke, or condensation? If it is, don't tell anyone!"

17. What makes you laugh?

Vane had to think deeply about it. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt relaxed enough to laugh. “I’ll be-be honest, a lot of humour goes over my head. But clumsiness c-cracks me up. Whe-when someone trips over their shoelaces, or falls into a hedge, it makes me-me feel a bit better about my own lack of co-ordination. Having to walk on so many tiny nubs is harder than it looks. Sometimes it makes me want to turn into a butterfly. ...Almost.”

21. Describe your ideal partner.

Vane’s neck started to heat up. Just because she’s talking to you doesn’t mean she’s flirting with you.

“Someone that’s encouraging, but not pushy. I’ll admit...I wish I hadn’t spent my teenage years in my bedroom growing plants.” The daisy suddenly felt coarse under him. “So-so I want someone that will show me other sides to life, bu-but not force me, y’know. I also want my partner to be someone who likes to talk and listen. I know I’m quiet. I don’t participate in class. But I still have a lot to say, and I’ll say it to the right people. So...yeah. Someone fun and likes conver-conversations.”

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

That was the final nail in the coffin. Vane went bright red. “I-I-It’s the hume-humidity. Have to keep the room warm for the plants. I go all cla-clammy.” That’s so unattractive.

The daisy was now bowing under their weight and Agatha slid into Vane’s side. He had to dig his fingernails into his arm to keep from yelping.

But it must be this though, right? he thought. This is the easiest way to flirt with me. Just exist. Just want to be in my company. It’s nice to know someone wants to be close to me. And not because they’re looking to pick on me. 

“Um...I don’t know,” Vane lied.  Agatha’s face was too close to bear. “I have no idea...” He shifted away. “But if I was to make an assumption...” A little further. His hind-nubs fell off the flower. “It would be-WOAH!”

As soon as the third set of nubs had fallen off the petals, the rest of Vane went with it. He snatched at Agatha to keep steady, but ended up dragging her down with him. 

They didn’t fall far, but the thud would no doubt have Riddle banging on the door.

Embarrassment bulldozed through every modicum of Vane’s being. Before Agatha could process what had just happened, he picked her up and scrambled for the door. Great Seven forbid she stayed another minute.  “Sorry,” he said, pushing her out. “About...that. Bye!” 

Vane slammed the door, snatched a pillow off his bed, and screamed into it. 

#squidwen #nicoliaki #vane millingwood #TWST Vane #twisted wonderland Vane #agatha oc #twst oc #ask box #ask box open #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #THIS FLUFF!! #IT'S KILLING ME! #AGATHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY CATERPILLAR BOI CAN'T HANDLE YOU!!!!!!!!!

[sonia-nicole-levi]

Mother Earth, Spanish Goddess Tiamat lives Bi-racial White Mother and Haitian Father in the Western Hemisphere with a 2 Syllable name Brandi

👉The Goddess Tiamat already replaced Jesus. I’m her only daughter. IMPORTANT: Jesus is replaced with another Jewish Rabbi, I need them! He must be celibate or ask for permission to have a female friend. They must not have kids.

The first wedding miracle at Cana is Tiamat and (He is from Sierra Leone) Apsu’s wedding in John chapter 2:1-12. The temple split at Jesus‘s death and that mirrors Tiamat's battle with her great great grandson the god Marduk where Jesus and Tiamat were split from top to bottom you can find this in Matthew 27:51, Isaiah 27:1, 51:9. Acts 17:24 (ESV): The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man.

👉Tiamat’s tears were used to create the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, because she was crying in the battle when prior to the battle her husband was killed Apsu, her advisor MuuMu was killed, and her bodyguard Kingu was killed. She was the last one left alive until that bow and arrow struck her it was a major tragedy that moment only the power of Jesus and knowing that her only daughter had made it safely as a human could resurrect this ancient deity. She has been resurrected and replaced Jesus swiftly. They were all dragons, and Kingu’s body was used to create human beings while Tiamat’s body was used to create Pangea and then dinosaurs were put in the earth as a reflection of dragons.

For 40 years, the Israelites wandered in the wilderness, eating quail and manna. They were led into the Promised Land by Joshua. According to the Old Testament, the Hebrews wandered in the desert of the Sinai Peninsula (which is between Egypt and Canaan) for 40 years. Moses received the Ten Commandments during this time, which outlined some basic laws governing behavior the book of Exodus outlines the wilderness itinerary journey over 40 years. Tiamat fought in the battle of the Enuma Elish Creation Story for the first 40 years of my life. She was reciting incantations that you are not taking the first 40 years of my daughter's life as a human away from her! Marduk ignored her and when she lost, the goddess Sophia was ignored for 40 years in her human life path. I have 80 years of life the year that WHITE Kristin Markiewicz was born in Sydney, Australia.

👉1 Kings 3:16–28 recounts that two mothers living in the same house, each the mother of an infant son, came to Solomon. One of the babies had been smothered, and each claimed the remaining boy as her own. Calling for a sword, Solomon declared his judgment: the baby would be cut in two, each woman to receive half ---->that was Yahweh the no wife having 4th offspring of Allah, since he's gay as those Bishops. The woman with an issue of blood suffered for 12 years and she came up behind Jesus and touched the hem of his garment and that’s when he said that he felt virtue leave out of him because when I was stolen out of the Spanish goddess Tiamat she felt righteousness power and love leave her! We know that the assault that Asherah ordered on me should have lasted no more than 12 years. You can read about this in Luke chapter 8:43 through 48 and Mark chapter 5: verses 25 through 34. Matthew 9:20-22 👉The assault on the goddess Tiamat was ordered by  Asherah Allah’s ex-wife 300 million years ago because she was pregnant  with the goddess Sophia which they had already determined was Allah’s new wife 300 million years ago. Asheara is currently attacking ME as the Goddess Tiamat all day long every day in front of everyone using a slow white girl and I don’t see anyone doing anything about that slow white girl. They tell me they turned everyone into Seventh-day Adventist which is a Muslim church. Lilith (/ˈlɪlɪθ/; Hebrew: לִילִית‎, romanized: Līlīṯ) is a demonic figure in Judaic mythology, supposedly the primordial she-demon and alternatively first wife of Adam (that you know is Allah). 👉Genesis 2:22, where Adam’s rib is fashioned into the more obedient Eve. That unnamed, disappeared woman becomes Lilith. Although divorced from Adam, Lilith achieves parity with him through semantics so Asherah puts on a show and shows completely off after she is divorced from Allah.  It may be Lilith’s status as Adam’s divorcée that explains why the Lilith stories proliferated in the post-Expulsion period. Once “divorced” from Iberian soil, it became possible to empathize with other "divorcées,” even ones as questionable as Lilith who has to go and had to go 300 million years ago. Bye Bye. And please be nice!

👉Everyone sees how corny the blacks are and now you know that I was only born into that culture I’m not a black, My culture is Hawaiian, that culture is Japanese and Black. That is who I am. That is how I live my life. Sarah Jakes is not welcome here nor there for Asherah who only creates cults and assaults minds in the Bible with her Seventh Day Adventist nonsense.

[4dtk]

Miss maam!

I found this tiktok on my fyp eheheh

Did you have anything in mind that you can make of it … preferably with Johnny bc he’s my bias 👉👈

((It’s my first time requesting, and I just wanted to say that I am such a big fan of your work and I’m so thankful you exist and continue to do this <33 that being said if u ever want to take a break pls feel free bc you come first!!!!!! Always!!))

Have a great day/night lovey!

third time’s the charm (johnny)

“Imagine while doing the ✨deed✨ with Johnny, tell him “you’re so big-” and his reply is “you can take it” skkdkdkdllddksls ITS JOHNNY BRAINROT HOURS BESTIE (I hope this stirs something in you hehehe)” <- also gonna combine it with this! tiktok for better access.

a/n: i am going to do a plot to this because i have tattoo artist johnny on my mind and it is NOT leaving until i write something about it. also i know the usual accompanying friend trope, but i didn’t wanna write something like that soooooooo. also i’m sure physical activity isn’t recommended after getting a tattoo so DONT FUCK AFTER IT OKAY GUYS. i know the sexual tension is unbearable. think about ur skin and ur tattoo. also thank u for the kind words anon! <3 and to second anon, love the idea. ur brain is so big. like johnny’s c-

warnings: tattoo artist!johnny, p*rn with plot, no foreplay, unprotected sex, mirror sex, missionary, riding, cowgirl, clit stimulation, sorta size kink, praise

word count: 5k

N//SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

the first time you had dm’ed the tattoo artist that had kept showing up on your feed, you weren’t expecting much. with a forwarded message of the tattoo flash that he posted on account, you only had the unstained expanse of your back and your payday allowance waited to be spent. from a lame dare from your friend and the taunting teasing that you wouldn’t be able to bare the pain, you took it up yourself to prove them wrong.

and so when he, ‘johnny suh’, replies promptly, you’re panicking over the sizes and the placement, to which you keep directing it back to the tattoo artist. what size do you recommend? where on my body do you think it’ll look best? every message screamed tattoo virgin, but you would rather listen to the professionals than walk into a parlour with no knowledge on the level of pain or the aftercare needed.

the fifteenth was when you’d go in with a pounding heart and scary, intimidating people who worked their way around the parlour. with a wave from johnny (how the hell did he know what you looked like?), he waves you over as you stride over there, skin already tingling from looking at the various machines around the place.

there were many people like you, clean and far from being tainted, there were those who had whole sleeves down their arms, and there were people in the middle. you wondered where you would end up after this first one — all you heard was that it became pretty addictive after the first.

“pretty.” a boy with semi-long hair called out as you walked past and you turn to give him a smile as thanks. you would’ve decked him if he was anyone else, but the way he whispered it under his breath signalled to you how awestruck he was with your beauty, where you weren’t one to take much pride in it. it was shown in how your shoulder hunchs when you walk, or when you’d look down at your shoes.

“are you… (y/n)?” johnny calls out in front of the tattoo bed, a hand attractively propped up to support his head. clad in long sleeves, it was sort of uncharacteristic for an artist to cover his creations, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his photos before on instagram.

he looks at you through his bangs, falling across his brown eyes as he scans you from head to toe. it wasn’t done in ill-intention, but it makes you feel flustered and jittery. “yeah, i am.”

he flashes a grin. it’s the brightest in the parlour and sharper than the ring of the bell near the door, and soon you’re relaxing just a little at his presence. “right, also don’t mind nakamoto, or yuta. still don’t know what he wants me to call him,” johnny mumbles the last part, “he likes pretty things, or people. you just so happened to catch his eye.”

with a glance towards the other male, he shoots you another gentle smile, going right back to the client sitting in front of him. it’s like he knew you were talking about him. johnny’s quick to get your attention, though, patting the space in front of him. in your fluster, you sit with your back to him, but he only laughs and asks you move to the other side of the bed — the side that’s closer to him.

“we still need to go over your design first, doll. you said you wanted it on your lower back?”

your lips fall into a straight line, “i mean, i’m just following what you recommended.”

“yes! okay, okay. sorry love, was just teasing.” johnny’s demeanour switches when he looks back to his iPad, full of designs from the flash you saw before. the paper prints out faster than you can ask about the size.

“can i lift your shirt up just a bit?”

you calm your shaky breath at that, “yeah, go ahead.”

the dip of your back takes johnny's breath away. it’s a normal looking back, but the way the line of your spine runs down the middle gives him chills. he gets vision of your back filled up with a piece of his, but he blinks it away instantly, bringing himself to focus on the task at hand.

“you want it centre?” you jump, and his hand grasps at your waist to calm you down. “relax.”

curiously and nervously, you take a look over your shoulder to look right at the mirror miraculously placed there. it would’ve been embarrassing if it wasn’t there. the design you picked out hovers over your back, and while it’s difficult to envision it without the whites of the paper, you can’t help but admit it looks pretty sick.

a breathy “yeah” drops from your lips and johnny drops your shirt too fast. perhaps he didn’t like how your back looked, but it was anything but that. the artist mentions something about printing the stencil, prompting you to sit down.

“this your first?” he shouts across the parlour and you wish he hadn’t. thankfully enough, most of the people had already left, leaving yuta and his client. you assumed it because you came around the last quarter of lunch hour. nodding slightly, you turn to face him where the stencil printer stood behind the paying counter, the monotonous sound effects providing a familiar atmosphere to the printing store on campus.

"friend put me up to it, said i wouldn’t be able to handle the pain.” johnny nods, saying nothing afterwards that leave you wondering if you said too much.

“appointments like that are pretty common here, although they’d usually be accompanied,” he smiles, presenting the design on the stencil paper, “would you like a partition to be put up? and also would you prefer to hold up your shirt?”

“oh! uhm- i’m okay. and would taking my shirt off be easier for you?”

johnny’s back is turned, leaving you to take the chance to admire how broad his shoulders go. it leaves you with imagination of how much print he’s done on his body. did he have someone who did it for him? did yuta do it? what’s the design-

“definitely, princess. i just wouldn’t want you to be holdin’ your shirt up for me all the way either, might be tiring. your choice.”

doll, love, princess. the pet names kept coming, and you couldn’t help but heat up when they left his mouth.

“oh, uh, okay... then. i’ll take it off.” with one swoop, the fabric is off your body. you were glad that you chose to wear a sports bra today at least, giving you a sense of security. with a warning, he cleans the lower part of your back and the coldness of the alcohol shocks you again. “sorry.”

you shake your head to pass off the apology, feeling the peel of the stencil. the dark blue ink stains your back and once again, out of curiosity, you look back at the mirror. there in the middle of your lower back sits the markings and the intricate tattoo, and despite your friends’ messages, you feel excited to get inked.

“looks nice on ya. is the placement and size okay?” johnny mumbles. it seemed like he couldn’t wait either. he gets his wish soon enough, giving another warning of the machine starting and the hundreds of needles that makes wounds on your skin. you take it well, resorting to squeezing the tattoo bed and shutting your eyes tight when it became too much.

you could feel his breath on your skin, close and then far again every time he wipes away the excess ink and every time he leans back to see the full picture. it felt like hours, though, not knowing what was happening or how far he was into the tattoo until you breathed a sigh of relief as he murmurs “almost done”.

at last, the machine stops and johnny admires his handiwork, a series of lines and shading that is amplified by the artist’s tattooing style.

“would you like to see? let me take a picture for you.” swallowing, you pass him your phone for the picture. the photo that greets you makes your jaw drop, and for a first tattoo, you’re pretty damn happy with it. the hand cradling yours is rid of his gloves, and you would complain about the unprofessionalism, but again, johnny suh? he was a certified pretty boy.

“am i able to put my number in?” his breath fans against your ear, and bit by bit, your body obeys him. the grasp on your phone loosens, the posture you hold is broken.

“yeah.” you lose count of how many times you’ve said that word of affirmation today.

they were right, it was addictive, although your little tattoo escapade wasn’t mentioned at all to your friends.

the second time you went back, there was the usual lunch rush, with way more artists and people in the studio than ever. you could see why — their service was unmatched, with a snack and food counter for sustenance. it’s convenient, and had really attractive artists.

like really really stunning. now that you’ve given a good look around the studio, you could separate the clients from the artists, viewing how they look like were crafted by Aphrodite herself. they looked like they belonged in a band, with johnny included.

“hey, pretty,” yuta smiled and it calms you down instantly, “johnny’s in his office. do ya wanna wait out here?” the other nods towards johnny’s tattooing station, cut off by curtains so that no one would go in. are you sure it’s okay to go in... but the words don’t come out. instead, you whip your phone out to text johnny, frantic and worrying that you’d get reprimanded by the other staff in the parlour.

[12:17pm, delivered]: hi? hello? kind sir, should i wait at your station? idk where to go man

[12:18PM, read]: yo!! hi, in the office right now bestie; also sorry for the ominous photo yesterday. i basically sent it with no words

[12:18PM, read]: also my office is the one door down the corridor, you can come in if you want. pls come in and save me

you scroll back up to see the photo again, a blur of objects, possibly from a late night of drinking. he was surrounded by other men while they clutched onto their own bottles of beer. you guessed it was just a normal boys’ night out of fun and drinking, possibly over a birthday or for old times’ sake.

[12:19PM, delivered]: oh no! don’t worry about it. thought that you sent it to the wrong number so...

also okay. everything okay in there?

you don’t get an answer for the rest of the walk there. before you can rest your hand on the knob, though, there’s a girl that swings it open with the force of a bear, storming out right down the corridor and out of the parlour. johnny catches your surprised expression, beckoning you with a crestfallen one.

he is awfully honest, which is something you don’t expect him to be. “sorry. just a customer who thought we had something. in all honestly, i don’t think i made any moves that might’ve led her on.”

you shoot him an uncomfortable smile. “i’m... sorry. is it a bad time?”

“no, no! you booked the appointment; we’ll be out there in no time. i just need you to confirm the design again for me.”

cautiously, you take a seat across johnny’s desk in the office, but other than that he’s extremely professional. it’s hard to believe he was asking for your number or making moves on another girl (he claims he didn’t earlier, but you could never trust men), and the way he guides you through the design makes you feel safe.

“she finally left?”

yuta’s right outside when johnny opens the door while you try to see the owner of the voice hidden by the larger body. the taller man lets out a groan. “she stormed out earlier, of course she did. she probably made sure everyone see her, too.”

the japanese looks around johnny to flash you an apologetic smile, “sorry you had to encounter her, pretty.”

you shake your head, “no! it’s okay. i’m sure every place has its bad customers. it’s kinda inevitable.”

when johnny works on your second tattoo later on, the words come out before he can warn you, and soon he’s spilling everything to you, although still focused on your shoulder. you weren’t opposed to it, offering soft hums to let you know that you were listening.

“she was one of the earlier customers. probably on the same premise like you came on. i— i can’t remember. she been involved with one of our artists before, but they recently broke off. so as a way to get back at him, she’s been coming here more and more often.”

“to make him jealous?” you cringe when the gun hits a sensitive spot, making your breath hitch at the pain.

“sorry, princess. yep, exactly. she’s tried her bets on yuta, even on some of the apprentices, which was... just low, honestly.”

johnny wipes at the excess ink, and he has to halt the machine just a little to either calm his shaking hands or quell his pounding heart. he wasn’t sure which was it. he admires how your collarbone protrudes out, masking the mesmerisation with a gulp.

“that’s terrible. ’m sorry you had to deal with someone like that,” johnny’s eyes shoot up to meet yours and your lips that whisper the words. it felt like the room had melted away, and your voice held all the honey in the world. it was so soft and so sweet it was all johnny wanted to hear.

the artist swallows, “it’s fine, doll. i’m just pissed at how she tried to take advantage of the younger artists here. still baffled at how yuta didn’t tell her off.”

the machine runs again and you bite your lip at the intimate moment that’s ended.

“she was one of the persons to fund this parlour.” johnny blurts, licking his lips that’s got you looking towards his face. “together with her ex. they opened this place together, and even with them broken off, he tries to keep in touch with her because their business relationship had always come out triumphant.”

“maybe they shouldn’t have mixed their personal and business relationships.”

johnny stifles a laugh, turning off the machine again to shoot you a stunning grin. “you’re ruthless, doll. yeah, maybe they shouldn’t have, because now whatever we do, she’s watching. she can probably bring this parlour down if she wanted to.”

you huff, “what a bitch. ’m really sorry, if that helps in any way. at least you told her off?”

“even then, it’s risky. i tried to be as nice as possible, setting boundaries, but she just had to book a placement that she knew would get me in a suggestive position.” johnny continues like nothing, taking through while the ink goes through your skin. with a lone finger, you tap his skin.

“what kinda position?” and you feel like such a fucking pick-me right now, but if you weren’t seeing wrongly and that you made johnny’s hands clam like a middle school crush, you sure as hell were going to take the chance.

johnny smiles, “would you promise me that same position the next time you get inked?”

fuck.

you hide your grin by looking to the side, avoiding direct eye contact until his laugh catches your attention again. “i’m serious, princess. wan’ you to come back again — maybe then i could ink the inside of your thighs.”

your breath is caught in your throat and the whole place suddenly feels hot. johnny’s gaze is unrelenting and bores holes into your skin. the incessant sounds of the machine ring louder in your ears. “s'that what she booked?”

johnny more or less confirmed your question, nudging your legs open with his knee and it actually makes you feel like mush in his hands. you wonder why he didn’t take this position earlier.

the rest of the session is done in sexual tension that felt like, and you couldn’t sigh without notifying the other of your nervousness. johnny liked it, though, smiling to himself every few minutes at how you turned your head, only to be brought back when the needle hits a painful area.

you couldn’t even pick up your phone to spam text your friend, who would, unfortunately, be the person to receive your excited messages later. all because of this tattoo artist you met two times. two and you were already risking it all.

“i mean it, yeah?” johnny smiles when you pay him, and when he says that, you were so sure he’d say that you need not force yourself if you didn’t want to, that you had free choice over your body.

[4:23PM, read]: i was being serious, but i also don’t want to pressure u love. i really do wanna get to know u better though just, i want it to be mutual. :)

you booked another appointment not even one week later.

[11:56PM, read]: ooh, custom huh? what makes u think i do customs?

[11:57PM, delivered]: oh my god, do you not???? i’m so sorry johnny i’ll go find someone else!!!

[11:59PM, read]: NOOODFJGJJ i was kidding omg — i do do customs pft

[11:59PM, read]: i’m rlly sorry 💀 i like to mess with people. guess i should tone it down

[12:00AM, delivered]: damn ok u really scared me. yeah so ummm... for this next one, i kinda want...

johnny’s not afraid to admit that he stayed up all night to work on your custom tattoo. with droopy eyes and a canvas filled with the outcome of your unique ideas, he was done, sending it to you at the crazy hour at 6am. he knocked out right after.

you wave to him to next time you enter, sky darkened with the exception of a few pink hues that you snapped a picture of earlier. the parlour is quiet, save for some music leaving the speakers overhead. “how did you do this within 6 hours?”

“all you, baby. your ideas and references were solid, so i just had to piece the things together.”

baby. new pet name. you wished he used it more.

you were already getting used to the pain and the alcohol wipes and everything, but johnny between your legs was something that no matter how much you ingrained it into your brain, you always came back for more.

“you doing okay?”

“bold question to ask. it hurts like hell, johnny.” he gives you a consoling smile, like it did anything, but the tight grip he has on your thigh hardly gives you any room to squirm about like the other two times. the creases on his gloves increase more and more as he stretches your skin. every hot breath against your thigh gives you goosebumps, not ignoring the wet patch in your underwear, either.

it wasn’t weird to feel pain like always, but the inner thigh isn’t somewhere that people usually felt the familiar poking of the needles. you figured that you were just more sensitive than the average person, but you always blamed it on one of the most attractive people being in between your legs at the moment.

johnny was glad you booked a night appointment, too, and while he does the bare minimum of what a guy should be and do, he just wants the excuse of it being late so he could drive you home. he thinks that you would look very nice against the leather of his seats, and he can already see him not wanting to say goodbye as the lamppost light complements your features.

the hour is spent with muscles taut and toes curled in case you ruin the tattoo bed with your clenching, while johnny looks focused as always. you don’t miss the cheeky glances he sends you. the mix of the tightened grip on your thigh and the gun digging into an uncomfortable place makes your mouth drops open in an inaudible whimper, legs only spreading while you adjust yourself.

“i’m sorry, doll. it’s getting harder by the minute. i can’t—” the machine stops and he places it down swiftly, locking eyes with you. in a second, he’s right up in your face to kiss you, harshly.

johnny swallows your sounds, parting his lips a little too fast to get all of you and your taste. it’s intoxicating, and the artist feels himself fall deeper and deeper until there wasn’t any landing. you return his fervour with your own, pressing your hands onto his chest until he moans.

“i’ll- i’ll finish your tattoo first, ’kay?” you nod giddily, brushing fingers across your lips in disbelief.

your back against his office door was to be expected, of course. even in times of passion, he still cares for the parlour which is undeniably wholesome, mentioning how fucking on the beds weren’t sanitary. either way, you needed him. johnny is careful around the newly inked skin even as he’s feeling you up, kissing down your neck before you’re caving into him. caressing your sides until you plead with your eyes. you really were sensitive.

in no time, he has you on the desk which is rid of all the miscellaneous items on it, from stationery to papers to stencil prints. he stands in between your legs, parting them gently which proves each because of your skirt. he presses a finger against your clit, and you buck into it, earning a smirk from the male.

“baby, you’re really so damn sensitive.”

your words don’t come out, because by then he pulls your underwear towards you so that your clit is pushed up against the fabric. he continues doing it, gaining moans from you each time your panties are tugged higher and higher. and when johnny’s finally had enough, he rips it off of you.

“i- aw man, i just got these yesterday.”

“so you were planning?”

you shrug in response, grinning when johnny leans down again to plant a kiss to your lips. “can’t tell you how much i wished today would go well.”

“i’d say it’s going pretty well.” the other teases, removing his long-sleeved shirt in haste, and every part of your reaction was worth it. from coloured ink to the darkest ink that taints his body, he had it all. “it’s going exceptionally well, now.”

“s-sorry, just- all your tattoos are stunning. why do you cover them up?”

“parents. they don’t like me working as a tattooist, so i don’t look at them on the daily, although i wished they just accepted my job and passion.” your hands on his tatted body draws him from his feelings, and you’re in awe of how firm his body feels. it would have to wait for next time, if there was one.

offering a sweet smile, you comfort him without words. you can feel him relax, but it stays at the back of his mind. “i’m sorry, it’s- am i weirding you out?”

“not at all—”

“you still wanna fuck?” you’re taken aback by the sudden question, but a hearty laugh escapes you, along with your affirmation. removing his boxers, you stare, jaw dropping as he fishes out his dick. it’s heavy in his hands, and without waiting, you reach out.

you can barely wrap your fingers around it. the simple gesture has johnny closing his eyes, the warmth of your small hand spreading towards the rest of his length when you slowly start stroking. “right away?”

you nod, “can’t wait- wan’ it right now.”

“you sure? you need to be stretched out, p-” driven by lust, your yank him closer by the dick, nudging the tip against your folds yourself. it collects your slick that’s leaked out from the kissing, the groping, the body reveal, the cock reveal, and oh my god, you felt like a high school girl watching porn for the first time.

“this your first?” and unlike your first response on the first day, you shake your head. the real deal starts when he slips it in inch by inch, and your mouth grows lax, relishing in the way his cock splits you open slowly.

“oh my fucking god-” the other’s groans, slowly getting used to the way your pussy sucks him in. it’s hypnotising, and all he can focus on when you clench and unclench around him. “you’re so big-”

“you can take it.” johnny smiles at your whines, chest moving up and down from how much his cock stretches you out. your mouth doesn’t ever close, dropping more and more the deeper he moves into your gummy walls — you could feel every vein on his length. “keep squeezing me like that and i just might cum, doll.”

you giggle, bringing his face to yours, “bring it on, babe.”

johnny purses his lips, you asked for it, before he thrusts into your cunt harshly. it draws a long moan out of you, and he takes it as a sign to continue, rocking into you with a speed that even your fingers couldn’t manage. it always got tired, shame.

“oh my g-god, johnny-!” your moans echoes off the walls of his office, and it’s affecting him. he throbs in you, seemingly even growing even more when he’s deep in your sopping hole. each time his hips meets your ass only gives your arousal more opportunity to latch onto him, creating strings that connect you. it was so fucking filthy.

“princess, you feel so fucking good-” he ruts into you like a starved man, the lewd noises of the situation overwhelming you: from the skin slapping to the wet noises of your pussy, to the raspy groans the other was letting out.

“more. please, please!” a hand to your clit brings a string of profanities from your lips, mixed in with whimpers and whines of wanting more. beside you, the second skin that clings to your tattoo creases, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your artist’s cock impales you so good. “w— wait- i need to-”

moans are all you know before you’re releasing all over his length, coating him with your juices until it’s soaked. clutching tight onto his forearms, you watch as your cum all but drips to the floor, wetting the table just a little that you bashfully smile up at him. “wh-what about-”

johnny shuts you up with a kiss, sweeping you off your feet before he carries you to the sofa beside his table. he kicks a few pens away with his dick still buried in you and looking at how he settles you on his lap, the small, micro movements make you mewl at the sensation.

“you okay?”

“never been bet— ah!” his cock reaches the deepest part of your cunt, brushing against your cervix ever so slightly that he gets you twitching on him.

“can ya ride, pretty girl?” you’re moving before he finishes his sentence, ignoring the pulsating feeling of your clit. it’s sensitive from the orgasm seconds ago, but you’re set on making the other reach his high as well. you ride like your life depended on it, bouncing on his dick until your thighs burned and your heart tries to pump blood everywhere.

“that’s it, that’s it, princess. fuck my cock,” johnny secures your arm around his shoulders, inked to the touch that you can’t help but rake your nails over the expanse of his back. it’s all you can anchor yourself until your head spins, the ache in your thighs becoming unbearable. your moan out tiredly, burying your face into his neck.

“johnny, ’m tired. tired- thighs hurt.”

“no worries, baby, c’mon hold onto me.” and if you think johnny’s shown his physical prowess before, you’re swooning even more as his arms wrap around your lower half. he lowers you onto his cock, in time with the pounding of his hips, doing this all while supporting your body weight.

the new position is gratifying, his cock reaches depths in you and repeatedly abuses your cervix before it was all you could feel. his pelvis against the curve of your ass fit perfectly, echoing against the office’s walls along with johnny’s grunts and praises in your ears. “oh, fuck, baby- you’re so tight, so so tight!”

it goes on just like that, treating you like royalty by doing all the work, but even he gets tired. “just like that, baby, hold on for a lil longer.” you hover over him and he fucking pounds you into oblivion. the arms wound around your ass go to your waist as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, hips jerking up and coming in contact with your dripping pussy.

johnny groans at how your warm your walls feel, hips chasing his orgasm until you’re cumming at same time, his dick slipping out of you while he spurts ropes of cum up over his torso. you rub fingers over your clit to get the most of out of it, grasping tightly onto the other’s shoulders. the other probably had heart eyes at the way your back arches and your head is thrown back, hand rubbing at your clit to prolong your high while your juices drop down your thighs.

eventually, the adrenaline cools, dropping down onto the other’s thighs tiredly. your core was still pulsing and throbbing, but you’re spent, both from the tattoo and the sex that you wanted to crash right there.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

“hm? okay... baby? yeah. call me that more.” your words are slurred, but your body still is alert, wrapping around his waist as he stands.

johnny smiles softly, “think i might be calling you that even more, now, doll.”

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[desichameleon]

25+22+3 of the Valentine event for Carlos x fem! Reader pls!

Some angsty with happy ending if possible 👉👈

valentines special !

hate to love you

pairings : carlos x fem!reader

request : yes / no

summary : you always thought carlos madrigal had hated you but it was quite the opposite really

warnings : swear words, terribly written angst, this was rushed, crying, enemies to lovers?, i think thats it !

prompt/s :  3 - “you. . . love me ?”, 22 - “i think i’m in love”

a / n : i dont think this is very angsty but i tried and i am so sorry but it was too long and i couldnt add prompt 25 :(

You got along well with everyone especially the Madrigals, well except for one. Carlos. It’s not that you disliked him it’s more of him disliking you, Whenever you would come over to la casa Madrigal to hand out with Mirabel or help with setting up a party Carlos seemed to avoid you as a whole. You tried talking to the boy many times but he never seemed interested.

One day you were walking to Casita to find Mirabel when you hear commotion behind you, “MIRABEL!” you heard kids shouting and Mirabel... singing? What was going on? “well-” Mirabel was cut off by abuela shouting her name, “what are you doing? the matriarch asked with a raised brow.

“they were asking about the family and-” Mirabel was cut off by a young girl, “she was about to tell us about her super awesome gift!” she squealed excitedly. You felt embarrassed for Mirabel already knowing what was about to come, “Mirabel didn’t get one, hm!” and Dolores scurried off. 

You watched as Osvaldo tried to be kind to Mirabel by giving her the ‘special not so special’ but he only made her cringe. Sighing you walk up to her but before you can speak someone in a red ruana rushed between Mirabel and Osvaldo, “hey quite trying to make her feel left out, she doesn’t need that shit. Now move along” Carlos spoke making the older man rush away.

“Carlos! There are kids!” Mirabel said gesturing to the six kids around them, some covering their ears some their mouths and one was even covering his eyes. “calm down they’ll be using this language some day” the boy said stalking off, he briefly glanced at you then scowled. Some people never change do they?

Mirabel shooed the small children away before turning to you, “sorry about him” she said gesturing to the direction Carlos had taken off in. “it’s fine, I’m used to it now anyway.” you shrugged, a frown evident on your face. “hey turn that frown upside down! It’s Antonio’s gift ceremony and you have to help me” the girl with glasses smiled nudging you.

-

Dolores rolled her eyes at her younger hermano, he was complaining about (y/n) again. If only he realised she heard the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he was near the girl. “and she just had to be there, ¿por qué no puede ella simplemente no estar donde estoy todo el maldito tiempo?” the boy ranted to his hermana.

“you know Carlos I think you like (y/n)” Dolores whispered, a smirk on her red lips. Carlos’s face twisted into... embarrassment? ‘No way’ the hearing Madrigal thought to herself, “what are you on about? I feel the exact opposite about her!” the shape shifter said, his cheeks turning red from nerves and embarrassment.

“well you can lie all you want but I can hear your heartbeat pick up whenever she’s near” the girl said getting up and leaving the kitchen and Carlos was left all alone with his thoughts.

-

“hola hermano” Camilo’s sickeningly sweet voice filled Carlos’s ears, ugh. “what now golden boy” the boy with the red ruana hissed, “whoa cálmate Carlos” Camilo said waltzing into his room and ruffling his brothers hair. “Camilo tu perra, it took ages to get it to look like this!” Carlos said standing up, “fine, fine lo siento, I just wanted to say a little birdie told me you have a crush” the one in the yellow ruana said grinning menacingly. 

Carlos went pale, oh no. Why did he even go to Dolores, he should have suffered in silence. “what are you on about idiota?” the boy said fixing his hair in one of his hundreds of mirrors, “oh you know...” Camilo said swaying back and forth on his feet. 

“you have a crush on-” before the younger twin could finish a hairbrush was launched at him, “¡cállate estúpido!” the older twin shouted gettingup from his seat, getting ready to beat the shit out of Camilo. “wait, ¡esperar! I can help!” Camilo shouted, voice slightly high pitched. Carlos raised an eyebrow glaring at his younger brother, “go on” he said flatly.

-

“you know the plan right?” “si, si now go away” the red ruana boy said shooing Camilo away, they had discussed a ‘plan’ for you to fall for Carlos during the party after Tonitos gift ceremony. If only it was that easy, Carlos was sure you hated him but he had to at least try... right?

There you were, you were talking with his papa, the two of you laughing then Félix waved goodbye and you walked over to your familia. He knew he only had one chance.

And he sure hopes he doesn’t blow it.

-

Music was vibrating through your body, you could smell perfume, alcohol and pollen all mixing together and it made you feel faint. You decided the best option was to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, after all you were very thirsty after all that dancing.

“primo go get her” Mirabel bumped Carlos’s shoulder making him roll his eyes, “I will, cielos” Carlos groaned and followed you to the kitchen. You were wearing a red dress, almost matching colours with his ruana, how cute Carlos thought to himself. “no no stop.” Carlos mumbled to himself as he descended the stairs.

Oh dios the way you walked and politely spoke to everyone had him swooning, and he was Carlos Madrigal so you must be worth it. “I think I’m in love” the boy said a bit too loudly as her entered the kitchen, “what?” you asked turning just to be met by Carlos with a smile on his face?! 

Was he sick or something? 

“um excuse me, ¿estás bien?” you asked worriedly, the boy realised his slip up and tried to cover it up. “obviously! Are you delusional or something? Why would I not be okay?” he spat making you wince internally at the harsh treatment, “I was just asking, lo siento” you mumble turning back to get yourself some water.

“I was just asking” the boy in the red ruana mocked in a high pitched voice, “get a grip and mind your own business” he said, mentally slapping himself for talking to you like that. You felt tears in your eyes, why did he hate you so much? Have you ever done anything?

Before you could stop yourself you spoke again, “what have I ever done to you?” you say, voice cracking. The shape shifter froze, dios mio, he was about to make you cry. Oh no no no no, you can’t cry it will break his heart, not to mention the amount of trouble he’ll get into.

“no I uh I don’t hate you” he said, looking everywhere but you. “so why are you so mean to me?” you shouted making the Madrigal’s temper raise, why didn’t you get it? he was in love with you! “because I love you!” Carlos shouted, before he had even registered what was happening or what he had just confessed he saw a tear go down your beautiful face.

“you... love me ?” you whispered, voice shaky. Carlos could only nod, excepting his first ever defeat. 

You gasped at the look on the boys face, realising it wasn’t a sick joke. You didn’t even think you just hugged him, the action made the red ruana by stumble back from the shock but slowly hugged back.

Carlos Madrigal didn’t hate you, oh no no no, it was quite the opposite really.

Carlos Madrigal loved you.

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[scrollypoly]

If you haven't already, Ben for the nsfw alphabet 😳

It took 3 days since i started this for you guys to ask me about ben, yall should know i'm one of the biggest ben simps on this gd hellsite, i'm so disappointed in all of you 😤

That being said I now get to talk about my baby boy~ 🥰

Friendly reminder that my ben is very different from the generally accepted canon, and if some things confuse you, you can always shoot me an ask or dm, or go through his tag or my masterlist for a couple posts talking about him. A big one that i will bring up here tho is that Ben and BEN are two separate entities that share a body, and i distinguish between the two of them. I will be writing for both of them here, and when it comea up, I will differentiate between them by making BEN's notes green for you guys. Also, my Ben is trans, these hcs will reflect that.

Now time to gush about my baby 😫😫👏🙌

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Ben Drowned NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is very important with him, because if he trusts you enough to have sex with you, you need to affirm it. He can have severe drops from his ptsd and get overwhelmed easily. Thankfully its not hard to calm him back down and assure him, just give him a good sturdy squeeze and soothe him a bit, reassure him that he's safe with you, and after a couple minutes of that he'll be good to tell you if he's okay to keep going 💕

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Being dead and forming his own vessel to use as a body, he got to pick how he wanted to look. Very lucky for him, because he likes almost every part of his body. Especially his eyes tho, he has his mom's eyes and now that she's dead its one of the few things he has to remember her.

On you? Boobs, if you're a woman. He also loves thighs and your neck, very fun to bite and suck on. Or just snuggle up into 🥰

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His dick isn't technically real so most of the time, unless you've been working him up bad or edging him, he fires blanks He is a squirter though 😳💦

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a dirty panty thief, none of your laundry is safe. He is pretty shameless about it too, if you catch him, he'll tease you for it 😤

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ok listen . . . This boy is not inexperienced. However, most of the times he has done anything sexual previously was as a way to manipulate victims unfortunately. So in terms of an equal and enjoyable sexual encounter?? This boy is lost, but he's eager to learn 👀👉👈

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have too much of a preference, but he likes to lay back and see you on top. Cowgirl, reverse missionary, amazon, any of them work cuz he loves the view 😏

BEN however is flipped almost. BEN is more dominant and will pin you down on any surface and leer over you and watch you freeze up or squirm 😈

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Def someone more casual and goofy, he knows he's nowhere near smooth enough to be all serious and sexy so why bother 🤭

BENs a bit more serious, mostly cuz it's more intimidating, so if it jokes around with you it has this weird threatening undertone thats pretty much designed to throw you off, and he plays it off pretty well but inside he's laughing his ass off cuz its so easy to fluster you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean but he doesn't care much to trim. He prob will if you ask nicely tho 👀😏

As for the carpet matching the drapes, well, he's not a natural blond. Take that as you will

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The two of you will only have a sexual relationship if he trusts you a lot, so that intimacy will already be there. Like Jack, Ben is demisexual, and has some severe trust issues, so the intimacy is a prerequisite for a relationship with him. He's very clingy and affectionate, and that translates to sex as well. He's very touchy and doting and will absolutely melt at any gentle touch you give him 🥺

BEN also needs a lot of intimacy to be in any kind of sexual relationship with you, but being a sort of protector of Ben, it needs far more trust with you, and has also never really had a chance to receive or process any sort of physical affection. It will be more of a hard ass for longer than Ben would, but once you have proven to him that it can trust you, it will slowly open up to you. Once BEN realizes it can safely have this kind of physical intimacy, it might fry a little bit tbh, but it will get so soft and gentle with you. He treasures you now 💞💖

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He gets so shy when he masturbates oh lordy He has to drop the glamour when he does it cuz his glamoured dick doesn't get that much sensation, and thankfully his dysphoria isn't too bad anymore, but mentally its still an Experience™️ to get off with a vagina when he's so used to having a dick. He gets really flustered and tbh it makes the sensation much stronger, and it's really hard for him to be still. His whole body goes into it when he masturbates.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

If you both be careful, he'd love to choke you, just make sure you have a safe word or signal so he doesn't go overboard.

He also has a bit of an oral fixation, and it shows cuz he will kiss and nibble and suck on you so much. Let this boy suck on your fingers, he will be such a good boy for you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Please just a bed jfksjfk Or his desk 👀 he def would not mind that either 🥴

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you dress up for him, there's no going back, his pants are off, you are getting thrown onto that bed, and you cannot get out of this no way sir, nuh uh, he is on top of you and kissing down your neck like you are air that he needs to survive 😩

Sending him any form of nude or audio will also make him go crazy and if you do that, be prepared for him to pop out of your phone and show you how much he appreciates that~

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do Not ever choke him; I wouldn't even recommend putting your hands on his neck. I wouldn't recommend any impact play on his upper body or arms either, it's just too close to the abuse he used to receive. If he asks for it, anything below the waist is okay though. I wouldn't restrain him without his enthusiastic consent either.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This boy could go down on you for hours if you asked. He has a slight oral fixation, and by golly he knows what he's doing down there too 🥴🤤

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tbh he lets you control the pace most of the time, but he doesn't like to go too fast, he'll just kinda bounce you on his lap and watch your head roll back and be content~

BEN likes to go a bit faster and rougher, it's just that demon-like instinct

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah, come sit on his lap and ride him rq while he's playing a game, he'll be putty in your hands

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to public risks, but not many more.

BEN is far more open to public stuff because he's a possessive little shit.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Decent, he doesn't really do much working out so for what its worth he can last 🤭 Him not being as sensitive helps more tho, but having other pretty sensitive spots on his body that you can exploit evens that out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a few, might have stolen them might have not 🤭🤫 Hes got a bullet vibrator and a couple of different dildos, and somehow he managed to get his hands on a stroker, just in case

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a tease~ He's very touchy and that's usually how he'll get ya, he'll sneak up behind you and start rubbing down your sides and playing with your neck

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Noisy boy lol, very whiny and groany and breathy. He might babble a bit too, if you get him too much into a space

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Listen I know everyone talks about how sensitive his ears are, and I hate to disappoint, but my Ben is not elf like 😔 He doesn't have the pointed sensitive ears you can play with, he's just some guy

His neck is sensitive tho 👀

Technically since hes also *technically* a demon, BEN can have cycles

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Alright This is where the bulk of my trans headcanons come out, yall ready?

BEN is, physiologically speaking, a demon. It was not born a demon, but when it was created, the digital process resembled the arcane process of creating a demon just enough that it developed those traits. That means that BEN has a shifting or glamour ability.

Ben's dick is not real. I'm so sorry to say. It feels real and looks real, about 6.5 inches and very pretty, a nice vein underneath thats a little more sensitive. It feels real to the touch, but because it technically isn't, it's not nearly as sensitive as a real dick would be unfortunately. The good(?) news about this is he can't be overstimulated this way.

Depending on how bad his dysphoria is, he might be okay with having sex without his dick. He hasn't had any hormone treatment or surgeries, he didn't have to after he died, so he has a normal vagina. Usually, he keeps his dick out as long as he can, but if he gets too weak or exhausted his glamour will drop. If he wants to keep going after that, most likely he will strap up.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn't super high, but it is pretty easy to get him worked up.

Unfortunately though, BEN has a very very low sex drive. It wasn't really programmed for that, and most of the time for it, sex is an act of service or manipulation. The thing that really gets it going tho is the trust and intimacy of it, which does make him crave it more.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you wear him out, yeah he can probably fall asleep with you. He's such a cuddle big from being touchstarved most of his life, he really likes being able to be close and frisky with you like that and then just curling up in your arms and feeling good and safe and warm. Both of them do. Its very pleasant and reassuring to him, and it feels so safe.

If its during the day though, and you both have things to do, you'll prob still cuddle for a bit, but then its time for work

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