#if she doesnt understand why i use it/its or he/him then she just. doesnt use them for me

[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

Hello! This is my first time making a request so please forgive me if I word it weirdly or make it confusing. Could you do killers x stunner! S/O reader? Like, they're just in the same round and the moment Reader realizes they immediately go at them and start throwing hands. The weapon is your choice.

Also, this is kind of an extra and is completely optional, but while they are stunned, can you make Reader kind of... take away their weapon? Like, full-on takes their sword (or just pulls out handcuffs out of nowhere and uses it on them for characters who don't have a weapon). And then Reader just runs away (if they have a sword, they run away with that too 💀). It'd be funny if reader emotes on them right after and continued running lol. I love the thought that reader would just absolutely get every chance to stun them even if they're their lover as like tough love bullying (like people who use bullying JOKINGLY and PLAYFULLY as a love language).

I'm not... sure how this would work for John Doe though. I doubt handcuffs would even work on him.

It's ok, guys. Reader apologized after the round...

Maybe?

guhhh,,, this is the oldest request in my inbox it has been ROTTING in there im so sorry anon💔💔

(!!! IMPORTANT like half of this was written a month ago, that might be the slight switch in the writing)

defo ooc and there are typos but i lowk dgaf

hope you enjoy!!!1!

fyi reader in this is already IN A RELATIONSHIP with the killers (seperate but it CAN be read as a poly ig???? no mentions of that tho)

booo half assed banner,, whatever,,,,

Killers × Stunner!S/O!Reader

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As much as she loves you, you never fail to leave him FUMING with anger.

Every time. Every time they are the killer you IMMEDIATELY run to her and try to get a stun in (and it works almost every time)

He can only growl in annoyance as you emote on them and run away.

There were times when you just DECIDED to steal his swords/weapon,, depending on the skin,,

And oh man she did NOT like that,, started chasing you like a rabid dog

Most of the survivors question how you do it with so much confidence,, and how even though you target her, she doesnt target YOU.

Maybe you just 'got lucky',,

John Doe

[[QUICK NOTE!!! this is technically both ooc and an au, since in this part, your face isnt 'censored' (like Jane)

John remembers who you are!!!!

Well,, he cant really stay mad at you for long huh?

The first time he saw you in this hell hole again, he was so happy!! basically overflowing with joy

although now, he kills all the survivors except you, even though you tried talking to him about it.

Well, all of them if you let him.

The first thing you do when you see that hes the killer is run to stun him, like immediately.

You do this lovingly of course! He just chuckles and continues chasing the survivor he was on before.

He doesnt really have any weapon you can take, so the only thing you can try is to distract him by talking and flirting with him, TRYING to take his attention away from murdering ALL of the others.

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

As much as he loves you, and understands why you love to ragebait him, it always gets on his nerve when you do so

Don't get them wrong, he loves seeing you in rounds and spending time with you, but every time you stun him he just wants to rip his nonexistent hair out.

Although, this does go both ways, and as much as he cherishes you, youre still getting killed no matter what.

Has a special voiceline when killing you thats probably some corny love song or something like that OR its a stupid annoying taunt,, you can decide which version you wanna belive in,,

Sometimes the whole round gets WASTED (for him, at least) because they were chasing you the whole time after you decided to emote on him after stunning. Not really happy about that

Mafioso

WOOHOO FIRST POST AFTER MAFIOSO REWORK I AM SCREAMING IN JOY,,))

He loves you, he really does, but sometimes you can be a lot of trouble for his patience

Everybody has their limits man, and the 50th something time you stun him he doesnt let it go and just TARGETS you

in an affectionate way, of course,

^ by affectionate he sees the 'killing' in this fucked up simulation as banter in a way

technically youre not getting hurt right?

plus its a little payback for all the taunting you do

He orders his men to go after anyone else but you, so youre basically safe for the whole round (if you dont annoy him)

And of course, you are a part of their sick little family, so they treat you as such! Greeting you most of the time when you pass them by

[notyourhetloki]

Hello! I saw that you have your requests open and i really enjoyed your last lex fics so i was wondering if you could write something with lex x fem!reader where they are in something like a situationship, lex is still an asshole who just uses her for sex while she is complely smitten with him, but doesnt think he returns her feelings. Until one day, when something happens, maybe he sees someone flirt with her or superman saves her in front of him and he just goes apeshit and realises he gotta act on his feeling? Im sorry if its too long/didnt express everything correctly, if you dont like it/dont feel like writing it its totally fine, have a nice day<3

something else (Lex Luthor x fem!Reader)

Reader: she/her (fem!Reader)

/SFW Lex Luthor x Reader/

A/N: Thank you for your request, anon! I had a really good time writing this, so I hope you like it! ♡

Tags: mentions of sex, mdni, ANGST, Luthor being Luthor (but softer in the end, so maybe ooc), happy ending.

Word Count: 1k

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You thought it couldn’t get worse than this. Already in a dire situation, you found yourself in love with the man you were sleeping with. It would be quite normal and understandable if it weren’t for the fact that the man in question was Lex Luthor, the powerful billionaire known to have sociopathic tendencies.

The thing was, he made you feel wanted and seen, and you admired his strength and intelligence and looks… so it was difficult to run from your feelings. But from his attitude towards you, it seemed like he hated your guts.

He liked to humiliate you, made it clear from the start he only wanted you for sex and nothing more. But still, it disappointed you every time he proved his point.

"What are you waiting for? Get your things and go." Lex said in annoyance after a hook-up. You were in his bedroom, naked and needy, and all you wanted was a bit of his affection.

"I thought... maybe I could stay a little longer?" You quietly suggested, taking a slow deep breath to brace yourself before the impact.

"You thought wrong." He simply spat out, getting up from the bed and putting his robe on. "You know I don't need you, right?"

From all his previous rants, this one hit the hardest. To hear him say those words, clear as day, made tears start forming in your eyes... your heart was breaking.

"But... Lex-" You stuttered, but he interrupted you before you could argue.

"If this arrangement isn't satisfying you, I might as well replace you with another bitch." Luthor said as he watched tears fall down your cheeks. "You knew from the start what this was going to be, (y/n)... now, get it together and go."

You got dressed and stormed out of his room in complete misery, sobbing on your way out. He had never been so mean, and you wondered why the hell you ever let him get into your life.

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Luthor called you after a few days, but you didn't answer. You were busy bawling your eyes out, heartbroken and pathetic while locked inside your room.

A week had gone by, and he was still calling and sending texts you didn't read. On the 8th day, you decided to go out to drink.

Wearing your best-looking tight dress and makeup, you went to the nearest bar and decided to kiss someone there. Your mission turned out to be easier than you had imagined.

You were there for a good half an hour talking to this guy. He was tall and pretty handsome, but was a bit too touchy for your liking. He grabbed at your waist and kept talking close to your ear, calling you 'baby' and complimenting your looks.

You couldn't deny you liked the attention, but you also couldn't help but to imagine Luthor calling you pet names like that... praising you and caressing your body.

You kissed the guy in front of you while imagining the other in his place. He wasn't as good as Lex, but it had to do for now.

You couldn't register what exactly had happened, but the man you were kissing was now on the ground, and you were being taken by the arm to the exit.

As if you had manifested Luthor himself, he materialized in the bar and threw the other man away from you. And now, he was taking you home with him.

"Let me go, Lex!" You tried to free yourself from him, but to no avail. His grip was strong, and he seemed furious.

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You were silent all the way to his penthouse, but arriving there, you let go of all your frustrations.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" You pushed him multiple times, causing him to retreat while you screamed. "You don't get to own me, Lex! You don't get to say who I should kiss or not!"

"Yes, I do!" He suddenly screamed back, but you followed your gut reaction and slapped him across his face. He only stared at you, furious eyes piercing through you.

"Don't you understand, (y/n)?" His tone was much milder now, like he wanted to take control of the situation. "You are mine."

"I thought you didn't need me." You spat out. "I thought I was just another bitch you used to fuck."

"You were." He said, and then he suddenly closed his eyes in frustration. He seemed pensive, wondering if he should say his nexts words or not. "But then you turned into... something else."

Your eyes widened at his words, not able to fully comprehend.

"I... I don't understand..." You whispered, watching his expressions as he opened his eyes again, fully focused on you.

"I miss your touch." Lex said, biting his lower lip. "I miss the way you looked at me, the way you... your affection, your care..."

You couldn't believe your ears, it was too good to be true. You looked at him in awe, heart beating fast inside your chest.

"You're good for me..." He said after a sigh, at last confessing his feelings to you and himself. "And I know I hurt you, but I'm willing to change if it means you'll stay."

You blinked once, then twice, and after a few moments you were certain... you were always his. You started crying again, but this time from relief and happiness. If he was willing to change, you were willing to give him a second chance.

To add to your shocked state, Luthor hugged you. Just a plain old hug, a little stiff but still, you couldn't complain. You rested your head on his shoulder, caressing his head while giving small kisses to the side of his neck.

"I love you, Lex." You said, and you could feel him pausing his breath. "I know you won't say it back, but I just wanted you to know."

You embraced each other for minutes, enjoying the warmth you both secretly craved. After long moments, he finally spoke.

"I'll say it back one day, I promise." And you swore you could hear his voice tremble.

"I know."

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[penumbralwoods]

May I know your undertale opinions. Literally anything that you wanna talk about or opinions about it that you are very passionate about, I just wanna know what you think about it :}}

yuo know that one part in the lego movie where they encourage benny to make a spaceship finally. youre doing that to me rn

FIRST AND FOREMOST. this is probably obvious by the everything about me but i am a huge fan of the AUs. i think people should keep making their own sanses and frisks and charas until the end of time. cringe is dead error is the best one geno is close behind. yeah ink is in third. being my favorite doesnt mean hes the BEST. anyway now onto something completely irrelevant to that

i think gaster is very interesting i also think people should remember the mystery man sprite is not explicitly gaster and there are many FUN value events that arent tied to him in any way and hes not in deltarune. hes not. i was there when people started building up the fanon lore i watched it happen i know exactly where all these theories come from and its not in either game. anyway read handplates.

BEST SOUNDTRACK OF ANY VIDEO GAME EVER. NOT TAKING CRITICISM. EVER. undertale is one of the best songs in any ost. so's megalovania but everyone knows that. toby is the reason im insane about leitmotifs and screamed about it on main every time i heard any part of requiem in a different ultrakill song bc i CANT TELL WHAT ITS THERE FOR!!!!!!!

asriel dreemurr is my favorite character design. ever. specifically god of hyperdeath if i have to choose, but all 3 of them are just. A+. hopes and dreams/SAVE the world also amazing themes, probably my favorite final boss ever as well.

sans is also very interesting and the fandom obsession was completely warranted. i only wish it didnt mean people stopped caring about the rest of the cast

i adore alphys and the true lab segment. it never becomes less impactful to find out the tumblr stereotype character is actually dealing with severe anxiety and guilt about horrors she didnt even mean to commit. "ill send everyone back tomorrow :)" haunts me. that said i love that they get to go home eventually. and theres no angst about how theyre Not the Same or whatever, everyone is just happy to have their family members back, even if theyre sharing a brain now.

new home segment is the best-written part of the entire game. the progression of every monster you've ever seen as the story gets darker, walking around the house with hints to how the tale ends, the fact that it's identical to home in the ruins, and then. first enemy you ever saw. "you're going to be free." i don't understand why "despite everything, it's still you" is used out of context (which imo completely evaporates any impact. just seeing the "it's you!" flavor text will NEVER compare to how it is actually going through the entire game and looking at the mirror again at the end.) when thats there. i painted "071" on my graduation cap, under the delta rune.

i love deltarune but people need to stop comparing the two. and also acting like the lore of each game is interchangeable.

its kind of sad that people primarily get caught up in the angst and horrors of undertale when that's such a comparatively small part of it. undertale is about hope. when the 6 human souls disappear in the neutral ending, sans still tells you they're getting out someday in the phone call. undyne has an entire monologue about it. every time the end theme is that it's going to get better. sooner or later, we're going to get out of here and live the lives we want to.

i think this is a game a lot of people need right now.

[freakasaurus-rex]

oh joy its him

buckle in

Villaby was born into an aristocratic family on an alien planet, where he flourished as a poetic, romantic soul with an eye for detail and an appreciation for the arts. he lived a blessed life for nearly 400 years [abt middle aged for his species], marrying a beautiful, kind woman and having a child with her. he loved being a father, a husband, and a poet.

one day, the empress of another planet in their solar system [colloquially referred to as a "planet cluster"] gave birth to two twin girls. to celebrate, she decided to try and blow up the planet Villaby lived on, because she was insane and thought they were all godless heathens

now, this Did Not Work. it did, however, result in hundreds of thousands of deaths. several cities were completely levelled. destruction was everywhere

Villaby's family, being aristocrats, were targeted. everyone died. every single one of them. he was the lone survivor of the bombing, with his wife and his children, one of which still unborn, crushed under the rubble.

understandably, he went kind of insane. he was told that his only living relative was a 2 year old boy named Rafna, this nephew. they were both devastated by the loss. not just of their family and home, but of their very lives.

the two planets went to war. Villaby joined the military, and managed to quickly climb the ranks [partially due to his previous social status], becoming a general in just a few years. he spent most of his time on his home planet, helping people rebuild and providing aid at any chance he could. he was venerated as a kind, generous soul.

unfortunately, his trauma drove him insane, as was said. he developed a deeply unhealthy and abusive relationship with his nephew, abusing, manipulating, and lovebombing him until he thought Villaby was the only person he oculd rely on. having his entire family die when he was a literal toddler didnt help anything.

Villaby claims to despise royals. no matter how high or low you are, he wants you dead. despite this, he acts and lives like a king, using his social and military status to his advantage to gain some semblance of the life he once had.

one day, he meets a strange teenager iin a devastated town. she seems to have been the cause of it. from the long black claws, to the blood drenching her dress, to her remorseless expression. shes also holding a small porcelain doll, oddly clean, perfect. pristine, even.

the doll is apparently housing an ancient, evil shadow spirit named Nimminaatka. it was sealed away by mages thousands upon thousands of years ago, so it may never again wreak its havoc. unfortunately, after those thousands upon thousands of years, the seal is beginning to break. its able to possess mortals if they stay within a certain radius around the doll, and if they spend enough time with it.

anyways, Villaby takes the possessed girl and the spirit back to his home, deciding to make it part of the family. the girl is fully unable to make use of her body, but shes aware. she can see and experience everything.

Villaby's nephew, being literally 5 years old at this point, is unable to prounce the long complicated name. he calls it Nimmy for short, and the nickname sticks. Villaby even begins calling it that after a bit. it doesnt really mind the nickame

anyways, fast forward about a decade. Villaby is in control of his own branch of the military, and has decided to appoint his nephew, now 15, a general. the war has been waging on for 13 years now, and shows no signs of slowing down. Villaby, however, has a plan.

he kidnaps the king of another, unrelated planet. why was this his plan? i havent worked that out yet. but yeah he kidnaps the king and it causes that planet and all of its allies to join in the war against him. good job you fucking dumbass

Villaby is the main villain of this story btw i dont know if that was clear

thats about all im able to reveal right now. ive brought you up to the start of the story :P

heres what all the characters mentioned look like [except for the king bc he doesnt have a solid design yet]

in order we have Villaby, Rafna, the possessed girl [her name is Arnitta], and Nimmy's doll

anybody want to hear me sleepily explain oc lore

[raddest-laddest]

ok. someone’s gonna have to come get my dad or i’m gonna tweak.

[freakinator]

i think the thing about kab that frustrates me the most is that she seems to think shes a lot more helpless than she actually is, always looking for someone to help solve her problems for her even when shes fully capable of doing things on her own but she just doesnt believe she does

first and foremost is clown: why is her go to solution always clown?? mfer hasnt even logged on in months and most likely will not log on until he finishes elden ring which will surely take a while and thats not even mentioning the fact that they arent teammates -- seemingly a moot point considering how close they are but a declaration of intent to team is important on lifesteal cause it essentially signals to the other person "i'll be there for you" and is a big reason why betrayals hurt so damn much because trust is a rare commodity that essentially got stomped on, the fact that clown wont even do that tells me that he feels no obligation to her and its fair to assume that he'll act accordingly. kab seems to think hes reliable and will always be there for her which is fair cause he has been in the past but the thing is he isnt right now, she cant rely on him cause he just simply wont be there for her -- if he was then he wouldve killed mane by now

second is hannah: i'll admit that out of everyone on the server hannah is probably who kab can rely on the most right now and yet despite that hannah 1. has not logged on in a while and 2. prioritizes her own safety over kab's, to the point of essentially abandoning her and taking red's side when team mice had a fallout so despite being one of the two if not the only person who would throw everything away to help kab out, at the end of the day shes only as reliable as her survival instincts would let her be

third is zam: to put it as bluntly as possible, zam has never and will never prioritize kab. his main and only priority is the server itself esp spawn, the only reason he goes out of his way to assist helpless players is cause he wants to keep the server functional and leaving the weaker players who arent willing or arent able to fight back for dead basically ensures that all conflict will eventually stagnate and therefore leaving the server in a state of decay. his oath is not and has never been an arbiter of morality, its more akin to stewardship rather than justice therefore regular conflict such as grudge kills are far too trivial and most importantly normal and necessary for the server to keep functioning and will never make him go out of his way for her. sure she can ask for gear, thats something that he prides himself on and he can be rather generous esp if hes got a surplus of material, but he will never solve her problems for her unless the source of her conflict affects the server itself such as when mane escalated from hunting kab down repeatedly to becoming the main spawn griefer

she needs to learn to be more independent, to take responsibility, to not rely on other ppl so much esp if there isnt mutual trust and willingness to defend each other between them. she can ask for help of course but she cant solely rely on assistance to help solve her conflicts on the server and with her karma thing going on, how does she expect to fulfill all that if she cant even stand on her own feet without a crutch? like its one thing if it was a whole team but shes the sole arbiter, how is she meant to enact revenge for the whole server if she cant even solve her own problems? how is she meant to face off against some of the best pvpers on the server (who dont hesitate to kill weaker players btw) if she cant even spill blood on her own? she can make traps but is she willing to? over and over again? can she deal with the consequences of being a hunter? cause shes not getting off of this scot-free regardless of how morally good her actions are

[silly-moth-123]

My younger sibling literally blocked my phone number because we got into an argument over capitalism ???

Wow I reached the tag limit on this post

Beware a long vent in the tags lmao

[angy-grrr]

I don’t get why ppl keep saying bkdk is dead or Horikoshi broke off bkdk. If that were true, this extra would look very different as you pointed out multiple times. The extra was still heavily focused on them and I hate how ppl are letting one no dictate the entire relationship. Izuku asks him to be a special lecturer too. I think the no just needs more clarification but other than that it is mostly fine. If a ship were to be shut down by the creator, it would look very different. Same logic for if a ship were to be canon, it would look different than what we got in the end for izu///ocha. This extra was bad in different ways from ships. It was just a whole lot of nothing that doesn’t meaningfully add anything to the story but I guess we shouldn’t be surprised since it is an extra. It is still an ambiguous ending that can be pretty fixable by one shots by Horikoshi in the future or even better by fanfiction lol. Except for the Toga part. That is just inexcusable

himiko-chan :(

and yeah! like even tho 431 is terrible not only for pairs but also for the whole story, it only confirmed Katsuki feels something really strong for deku and he doesnt notice bc he doesnt consider himself to be that great; they keep talking, and they keep being in each other's lives with no problem -they also imply they will work on communicating their feelings, as the special lecture is about this topic and deku also thinks katsuki doesnt see himself in a high regard. This is actually something that could be used in the future, as their relationship and arc isnt completely finished -in the way that they arent at a point of no miscommunication, no yearning, etc. They still need something to work with in regards to themselves and each other in the process. When it comes to midoriya and uraraka, idk what exactly could develop from what 431 tell us -seems to be mostly about paying attention to the ppl in your life instead of just letting life happen I guess? But idk what conversation or arc they could have together that wasn't resolved already, it was a really weird choice to focus on them as if there needs to be more explored -which is why choosing to not make them talk to each other nor think of the other in these years is potentially interesting, like the only way they could actually need to talk things up or have a separated special moment is if they just stop being friends and want to talk more from now on. Like, if they kept their friendship these years and were part of the other's life, there wouldnt be a moment like this at all.

I think it hurt mostly ochako -and deku if we interpret it as "deku just wants to be teacher, he is super happy about it, and loveeees so much his ex bestie after 8 years of no contact and never thinking about her"-, more than the bkdk relationship.

It would be interesting to see those one shots, if he does them -I know he said he wanted to do more things and little drawings and content for it, but idk if he will do something elaborate or just one page of something silly. I think he still has to opportunity of working with the material and make something at least not this bad -or completely ignore 431 and just continue with their adventures like 430 implies lol If he wants to double down with the "romance" I have no idea how he could do it with what he has tbh, unless he just ignores the plot and their personalities.

[theood]

WC ocs bouncing in my head. Fogthroat doesn't take on an apprentice for a long time. Being trained in the Dark Forest, grappling with that and what it means in his death he refused. And I don't think he told anyone. It was a silent thing. His mentor noticed the little scars, the messed up fur, the sudden change in his style but Fogthroat wouldn't talk about it.

And he still doesn't. Even now, as a well-respected (senior) warrior. He's just sharp. Sharp edges that won't be roughed down.

It doesn't help that Lionleap, even now, moons after they last trained together, still visits. Sometimes it's in his dreams but other times... Other times she's there. In the land of the living. And it bothers him. The way she taunts, the way she looks at him, the way she treats him like an apprentice who doesn't know anything. And she still acts like she cares. Sees her dead son in him and it makes his stomach churn because he's told her again and again he's not her son. He's not a replacement for her kit.

And when his leader finally does give him an apprentice, for months it's not great. He's a harsh trainer. They get to hear him loudly (and obviously) telling his leader that "I don't respect your decision. It wasn't the right one. Give them to another warrior. We have others."

Of course that doesn't happen. And there's a lot to be said of how Fogthroat could change, could grow, could see himself in this young warrior but he doesn't. He sees an arrogant little kit who doesn't know what's what. And they try hard to get his approval but no matter how good they hunt, how well they fight, anything, it's a cold shoulder and barely a good job.

Until one day Lionleap comments on his apprentice and Fogthroat breaks. Confronts her with teeth and claws, snarling and spitting for her to not lay a single paw on them. Not to touch a whisker or he'll come to the Dark Forest and kill her himself. He tells her as he has her pinned that she's not going to influence any more cats. She's done. Ends it with "I always wanted you to be good. I wanted to know... To prove you were. So when I died, I could get Starclan to somehow bring you back. Reunite mother and kit. But that's never going to happen Lionleap. You sealed your fate long ago. To stay here and die forgotten."

And as quick as the two were squabbling, she's gone. Very few words spoken. Leaving Fogthroat huffing, fur puffed out, the air heavy and electric.

The next time he trains his apprentice, outwardly, nothing changes. No one knows. No one will.

But finally, his apprentice hears him mutter out that he did good enough at hunting alone.

And that's a start, isn't it?

[arundolyn]

ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode

[matsugumisou]

if you have a dog listen to me IF YOU HAVE A DOG THAT YOU CLAIM IS YOUR OWN DOG IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO TAKE FUCKING CARE OF IT NOT EVERYONE ELSES YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE

[widevibratobitch]

so i am singing that vitellia in the end... but at what fucking cost.

'you gotta sing this softer'

'what'

'this is mozart'

'this is vitellia'

'this is mozart'

'im singing about how much i hate this mf and want him dead before the end of the day'

'this is mozart'

'i wanna murder a guy'

'this is mozart'

'...'

'softer. gentle. mozart'

'...ok'

[crowshapedvoid]

[ID: a set of tags that say:

#fuck yeah its pronouns #i have a few pals who use it/its but i hardly use those and i use other pronouns that they use instead #bc i have this association with it being used to dehumanize folks #they know and understand

/end ID]

I think bringing up "it/its" pronouns is a good test for people who claim to be "trans allies" because it so easily weeds out the people who are only doing it superficially. I've seen so many people who will post "Punch your local TERF #transrightsarehumanrights" and then turn around and be like "If someone says they go by 'it/its' pronouns it's actually good to misgender them because they're just teenager trenders"

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

snivelling crying and whimpering, why is ailette's character voice SO hard to grasp

[bmpmp3]

i was like. thinking about the software situation with the cryptonloids and i got curious if there was any progress on the non-miku NT banks yet so i went to listen to those vocals they use in that mobile game (if i remember correctly they use beta versions unreleased to the public?) and like. you know. despite how contentious miku nt herself is i think some of the betas for the others sound pretty good, len sounds fantastic and rin sounds about on par with her older banks (although i do miss a bit of her sharpness) and like. i may be killed with hammers for this but i was listening to the heat abnormal cover and i think i like the kaito nt beta sound more than his v3 like he sounds fantastic here. i dont dislike his v3 or anything but the nt bits ive heard has like some of the depth and richness i so sorely miss from his v1 while having the old-yamaha-keyboard-keyboard-key-spring sound that i do enjoy of his v3.... i do wish it had more of the v1 strength tho

[gothghostiie]

@pricegotmedickmatized is having a good day so obviously I have to so something about it

pt. 2 to this

cw: age gap(20s/40s), some size difference, risky place, fingering while driving (dont do this kids), fisting, praise, a little degrading, begging, no lube used, virgin!reader, afab!fem!reader

it's been a few weeks since your grandparents had called him over for help. nothing needed fixing, they didn't need any help. he did go knocking on their door every few days, but they always said they needed nothing. if it wasn't for them inviting him in for cake or whatever goods your grandma made, he would've thought they know what he did to poor, sweet you in their kitchen. but they don't, lucky for him. he doesn't know if he'd be quite as welcome there if they did, probably not. he'd understand it, honestly.

it's another rainy summer day when his phone rings. he still has a landline, prefers it to calling over his phone, its a good thing to have if your phones lost or dead. not that he doesnt have a spare (an old timey flip phone, the one's seniors usually have), but he's know it like that since he was just a boy, so why change it now? he thanks god he has it when it rings and he hears your grandpa's voice through it. "Mr. Price," his tone is warm and kind, as always, "are you busy?" John shakes his head with a soft 'mh-mh', before he can answer properly the old man speaks again. "could you come over?"

Price immediately throws on his jacket, slipping into his boots. barely bothers to pull up the hood over his head to shield him from the rain on the short walk. he's almost beaming at the thought of being able to help again - it's an old instinct he never quite lost and never will lose. it's just how he is, an old dog, eager to help where he can. and it truly pays off, because when your grandfather opens the door and leads him into the living room, you're there.

his eyes glue to you, darting over your outfit. a short little sundress, even shorter than the last one, a thin but baggy jacket and a pair of cute mary jane's that match your outfit together with some frilly, white socks. his cock throbs when you look up at him with big, surprised eyes, looking a bit startled to see him. "Sweetheart. good to see you again." he steps closer with a kind smile, acting like nothing is amiss.

"it's.. nice to see you too.." you say quietly, acting like your cunt isnt clenching around nothing at the mere memory of how his big fingers stretched it out. you force a smile, shifting uncomfortably as you cuss yourself out for needing to change your panties once youre home. your whole clothes, considering how its raining, but at least that gives you an excuse to have a long, hot bath and-

"John," your grandmothers sweet voice breaks the silence, ripping you out of your thoughts, "could you drive her home? its just a 20 minute drive and she's here with her bike." she gives you a lovingly scolding look, making your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment, even more when you see John's expression.

"of course." he winks at you. "let me go get my truck. sit tight, love." you can't even protest as he walks out of the door without another word, your grandma giving you a nudge as you open your mouth to speak.

"don't be like that, I couldn't stand the thought of you in the rain sweetie. and john doesn't mind." you give her a little look, she digs in her purse. "just give him this as a thank you for driving you." she says, handing you a 10 bill, it just makes you sigh. she's stubborn as a mule and you don't want to argue with her. so you pocket it with a grumble, then hug them both goodbye before leaving the house to see an old, a bit raggedy looking, high truck standing in front of the small house your grandparents call their own. you almost didn't wanna go in, it looks like one of these things a pervert in a movie would drive - but John hops out and opens the passenger door for you.

"C'mon in love, don't be shy. it's all nice 'n cozy up in there." he smiles warmly, but it sounds like he's coaxing an animal to get in its crate - but you do. you walk over, shielding your face from the rain with your hand. you put one foot up on the small step - john quickly steps behind you, big hands gripping your waist tightly and giving you a boost. he lifts you with ease, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress and squishing the fat underneath it gently. put one hand on your ass until you pull yourself in and sit down; before you can reach for the seat belt he fastens it for you. closes the door and quickly hops into the drivers side again, starting the truck up without buckling up. pulls off the curb and onto the street, driving with a content hum. "where to?" he asks, glancing over at you, your slightly damp hair clinging to your face in a few places, your dress riding up your thigh a good bit - he can't help but wonder if your sweet ass is sitting bare on the leather bench, save for your panties.

you tell him the street and house number of the small apartment building you live in, he hums and drives into that direction. he doesn't even try to hide the glances that roam over your body every chance he gets, at every stop sign and every red light. the sound of the rain coming down onto the car and the quiet music on the radio filling the cab of the car, only broken up by him speaking to you. "how've you been, hm?" he asks softly, one hand reaching over to pat your knee - and find purchase on your lower thigh. "you been behaving yourself?" he chuckles at his own joke, you nod a bit.

"y-yea. I've been good." you stutter, too flustered for your own good. this isn't the first man you've ever talked to by any means but something about him gets you so unbelievably nervous.

"you've been good, have you? what a good girl." he chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners when he does, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter. you gulp, he grins wider. "been doin' well too. missing you an awful lot, though. should've asked you for your phone number last time." he sighs softly, his thumb rubbing the bare, soft skin of your thing while it keeps inching higher and higher, as if you won't notice.

'you missed me?" your voice is soft, confused, hesitant to ask him something like that. he smirks and nods, stopping at a red light.

"that I did. couldnt get your pretty little face out of my head." his hand briefly leaves your thigh to grab you cheeks, squishing them while giving your head a little shake. he can feel your cheeks heat up and it makes him laugh even more. "you're so fucking cute. when I grab your little cunt you just moan like a whore and buck your hips to fuck it, but when i tell you i missed you, you blush like a little school girl. its hilarious." he lets go of your cheeks and pats one of them a bit more rough than necessary before he keeps ok driving; his hand finding purchase on your thigh once again; this time higher up, able to reach under your dress if he wanted to. "it's adorable, really. but yea, I missed you."

his tone is casual again, like he didn't just.. say that. like he didn't just remind you of how desperate you were, of how you almost let him fist you in your grandparents kitchen while they were a room over (you would've let him, if he hadn't stopped), of how good his fingers stretching you felt, of the words he murmured into your ear; you could feel yourself getting wet, your cunt getting hot from arousal - he laughs. your eyes dart over at him, startled by the sound.

"jesus christ." he keeps laughing, you furrow your brows. "I can feel your little snatch getting hot from here." he empathises the last word with a squeeze where his hand is resting on your thigh, making your jaw drop a bit. you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment, hiding, he laughs again. "there there, gorgeous." he lifts his arm to wrap it around your shoulders instead, pulling you into his side as good as he can with your seatbelt still on. his hand cradles your head against him gently, you can feel the rumble of his chuckling in his chest. "it's alright, you dont need to be embarrassed." he coos softly, glancing down. "c'mon, let me make you feel better, hm?"

he shifts his hand down to unbuckle your seatbelt, then gently guides you into position: pulling you to sit with your back against his side, one leg up on the seat, the other down to inevitably spread your legs for him. your short dress rides up to expose your wet panties just a bit and it makes him groan when he sees it over your shoulder. "loose those." he commands gently, you follow his order. how could you not? you toss them aside on the seat, your cunt now exposed to the warm air in the truck, thick with tension now. he looks down again, another groan leaving his lips. "that's the little honeypot I got to dip my fingers in?" he croons, the words make it twitch. his hand snakes around your waist this time, quickly finding its way between your legs.

he cups your pussy, gently but firmly, giving it a teasing little squeeze. his palm is immediately slightly damp and sticky, but he doesn't care - rather the opposite. carefully pushes his fingers between your lips, rubbing along your slit slowly, as if he was looking for something - probably looking to drive you crazy. "there you go.." he whispers softly, quickly leaning down to press a kiss onto your head. "you gonna let me in again, sweetheart?"

you nod quickly, you couldn't refuse if you wanted to, you need to feel him again, to feel his calloused fingers on your sensitive walls, feeling the painful stretch of his digits - and you do. he doesn't waste any time, pushing two fingers into your wet hole, scissoring them inside you. it makes you jump and tense up slightly, face scrunching up. his fingers keep moving, stretching you out within just moments of being inside you while he speaks. "shh.. relax for me, yea? take a deep breath, it'll feel even better if you calm down.." his soft words do little to soothe you, considering he's already pushing a third finger into your poor cunt, but you want to be good for him; so you try and do as he tells you. you take deep, shaky breaths, mostly coming out as breathy whines and moans. one of your hands grabs the top of the seat, the other behind you to grab onto his thigh tightly, fingers digging into the worm fabric of his jeans.

"that's a good girl.." he smiles, kissing your head again. "you're doing such a good job listening to me.. and taking my fingers so well, too, aren't you? almost better than last time." he chuckles softly, his fingers thrusting into you faster. "missed me too, didn't you? I can feel how much you missed me." his breathing gets heavier too, unable to keep himself from chuckling again. his thumb presses down on your clit firm but not painful, starting to rub it slowly. the touch almost startles you, your sensitive nub gently squished, making your hips buck.

"Mr. Price-" You pant out, he pushes his fingers deeper as he laughs.

"so polite, aren't you? you truly are a good girl at your core." His thumb rubs your clit faster. "so well behaved, so well mannered, so prim and proper.. except for that sluttly little dress you're wearing. a bit short, isn't it?" he hums, a fourth finger squeezing in again. you were already this far last time and you can't help but wish - pray that he won't stop this time. that he won't pull his fingers out, that he won't leave you hanging again that he won't-

the car stops. so do his fingers. you feel tears well up in your eyes.

"no, nononono-" you mutter, hand scrambling to grab his wrist to stop him from pulling out. "please-" you hiccup. "you can't- not again-"

he stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, but he smiles. he smiles as he watches fat tears spill down your cheeks, his skin turning white from being gripped so hard by your hands; not even able to wrap around his wrist. he watches for a moment, your choked up breathing making him chub up. "oh sweetheart.." he murmurs softly, pulling you closer with his fingers still in your pussy, the movement making you gasp loudly. "I did leave you hanging last time, didn't I?" you nod, head hanging down as you hold your grip, trembling. "I'm sorry baby. I had to." he says, but you don't listen. you just sob again, shaking your head. "you want me to go on, hm? won't leave my car if I don't, will you?" you shake your head again. he smirks.

you cry in protest as he pulls his fingers out of you, despite your iron grip he does it with ease. you sob loudly, desperately, heartbreaking. he coos at you softly, wrapping you in a tight hug against his side. "shh.. don't go crying now, I only want tears of pleasure from you, alright?" he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss underneath. "you'll be alright. Just be good and listen to me. I know you can." you sob again, but nod, trusting him this time. he smiles.

"good girl." his hand comes up to ruffle your hair, then gently pushes you away. you look back at him with you big, sad eyes, wet eyelashes blinking up at him. "don't loom at me like that. turn around." you quickly do, sitting to face him. he smiles. "lean back against the door and pull one leg on the seat, just like you leaned against me." you sniff and nod, quickly getting into position while he turns to you too. he smiles at you gently. "good, youre so good at listening to me." he murmurs, hand going between your thighs again, lifting your dress to expose your dripping, gaping pussy.

"aw, fuck.." he groans, having to take a deep breath. "look at that sloppy little cunt.. all open and waiting for me, isnt it? she gonna take whatever i giver her, won't she?" you nod quickly, he laughs softly, his thumb grazing your clit again. "how about I finally make due on my promise, hm? give her what she wants?" your eyes widen, but you nod again. John smirks, giving a nod back as his fingers slowly slide back into you - three fingers first to open you back up again, before the fourth also squeezes in. "take a deep breath 'n relax for me. tell me if it hurts too bad." he waits for you to nod again before tucking his thumb against his palm, his hand in a cone shape as he slowly starts pushing it in. your eyes widen, you hold your breath as he slowly wiggles it in; thrusting back and forth a bit to spread your slick around, until he's in up to his knuckles. he pauses again.

"alright, love. this' probably gonna hurt a bit, so hold onto something." he watches one hand dig into the seat as he plants his free hand above just above your mound so his thumb can reach your clit, rubbing it softly to help you relax - and to let the other hand grip onto his forearm. he looks up at you briefly, before slowly, carefully pushing his knuckles against your stretched hole. you whine loudly, toes curling as you tremble, an intense mix of pleasure and pain cursing through your lower belly as he works them in slowly. "almost, almost.. keep breathing.." he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration - his knuckles pop in with a wet squelch, making you cry out loudly.

John groans as he watches his hand burried inside snugly, all the way up to his wrist. "fuck.." he breathes hard, cock pressing painfully against his zipper. "such a good little pussy.." he whispers, slowly twisting his wrist. your eyes roll back and you moan loudly, but he quickly pulls one knee up on the seat and leans forward, swallowing the noise with a deep, heated kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth as his fist starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, but your hips push back against it. he glances down, chuckling and shaking his head. "greedy fucking thing, isn't she?" he jokes softly, thrusting up into you harder. your cries get swallowed by another kiss, pussy gushing aroudn his wrist and definitely staining his seat; but he couldn't care less. all he wanted now was to make you cum all over his fist, make you shake and cry with pleasure, his thumb rubbing your clit faster, pressing down harder.

it doesn't take long before you start twitching, tensing up around him. "you gonna cum for me?" he whispers against your lips, leaning up to kiss your tears away. you try to speak between moans and sobs, but all that comes out is a hiccup. he smiles softly. "its alright, come for me. show me how much she likes me."

and you do. you come undone with a loud cry, your body shaking as he keeps fisting you through your high, legs kicking slight as the overstimulation creeps in. "there you go, that's a good girl.." he slowly his movements, kissing your forehead, taking deep breaths with you. "deep breath now." he murmurs - then pulls out with a wet pop, making you wince. he chuckles, looking at his slicked up fist, the cab of the car only lit by nearby street lights. he marvels at the sight for a moment before your catch his eye again, breathing heavy and all exhausted - and your gaping hole. his breath hitches at the sight, cock twitching painfully. "fucking look at that.." he shakes his head, snapping out of it. this isn't the time. he pulls your dress down, helping you sit upright.

"come on now. it's late, you need to sleep. I'll carry you to the door."