#yknow i need to stop using that dumb

[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[laruezzzz]

~ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 [𝖘𝖋𝖜 + 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜]

⋆.˚🎧✮˚.⋆🎮 𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫, 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who starts every stream with a joke she rehearsed on you first. in the bathroom mirror. with a toothbrush in her mouth. sounding it out like a little kid reading a big word for the first time. it’s always some dumb pun or low-blow jab at a game dev, and every time you laugh- even if it’s fake- she files that sound away under “yes, this’ll totally kill!”

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to act all aloof and too-cool-for-twitch the first time you ever watched one of her streams, only to absolutely spiral when she saw your username notif pop up in chat. "oh- oh shit, that's- uh. babe?" she mumbles into the mic, suddenly forgetting how her own keyboard works. her chat goes feral. you haven’t even typed anything yet, you’re just lurking like a ghost. now every time you stop by, she does a gentle little voice. her voice gets all soft around the edges. it’s a little embarrassing, she knows, but she can’t help it.

~ streamer!ellie, who keeps a little sticky note stuck to the corner of her monitor that says “reminder: NO pet names on stream.” has she ever followed it? nope, not once. the minute you pass behind her cam, even in just socks and your ‘ugly but legal’ hoodie, she short-circuits. “hey babe- SHIT, wait, not babe- uh, you didn’t see that, right chat?” the clip hits twitter in like thirty seconds flat. she can’t ban the people who bring it up fast enough.

~ streamer!ellie, who mods her own minecraft server and only lets her mutuals in, but built a weirdly specific little cottage deep in the forest- moss on the roof, flower boxes, custom textures and everything- and when someone asks “who lives here?” she just shrugs and mumbles, “my girlfriend. obviously.” no one else can open the front door but you. she made sure of that herself, using redstone (yes i know this isn't possible shut up). it took her six hours and several breakdowns.

~ streamer!ellie, who has two camera setups- one for her desk, one for her sketchbook, but ends up never using the second cause she doesn’t like people seeing the way her hands shake when she draws something for you. it’s not nerves. it’s adrenaline. she stays up until 3am getting the shading on a silly chibi of you two kissing in the stardew valley style just right, then shyly posts it in her discord art channel with a “made this for my gf heheh don’t look at it.” everyone looks at it, of course.

~ streamer!ellie, who once did a Q&A and someone asked “how’d you two meet?” and she tried to tell the story but just about halfway through she got sidetracked describing your laugh. "okay wait, sorry—hold on. you know that like, pffft sound? Like a soda can opening but if it was like.. gay? yeah, that’s her laugh! makes me insane." forty-five minutes go by, and she’s still talking about you. no one remembers the original question.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who swears up and down she doesn't get off on the sound of you teasing her while she's live. but, god, when you're sprawled out on the bed just off-camera, mouthing filth at her behind her monitor, she fumbles her controller like it’s greased up. “yeah, i- i meant to drop that grenade. tactical, yknow?” her chat's making fun of her. her pulse is tap-dancing. when she finally ends the stream she’s all over you with her headset still on, dragging your ass under her and exclaiming, “do you think you're funny!?” poor baby, she is so flustered.

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to sext you mid-stream with the literal worst euphemisms imaginable. “my joystick is overheating. might need some cooling from a certain technician 😼” she types under her desk, looking smug like she just wrote shakespeare. afterwards, as she waits for your reply, her face is beet red and she's trying not to laugh at her own stupid innuendo. later, when you're alone, she trips over her own shoes trying to pull her jeans off, muttering, “oh, the technician’s here! time to, uh- fix my…data…hard drive…” you silence her with a kiss before she starts yapping on about RAM.

~ streamer!ellie, who wanted to surprise you by playing a sexy version of her sub goal wheel- except she forgot like half the prompts. so you’re sitting on the bed while she spins it live, and suddenly she’s reading out loud: “uh… okay… it says ‘lick something sweet’- wait, i meant like candy, not- well, okay, now i’m thinking about licking you…” she snorts, wheels the chair back from the cam, and whispers, “you wanna be my dessert after this?” later, she’s got whipped cream on her chin, and you're trying to take her seriously while she deadpans, “this is peak content.”

~ streamer!ellie, who tried to record a freaky audio for your birthday. she thought she’d be all smooth about it- low, raspy voice, moans, the works. but five seconds in, she hiccups, giggles, and drops her phone. “okay, okay- listen, i'm restarting. this time i’m gonna sound like a sex demon, promise.” she does not. she sounds like a total nerd trying her best, getting more turned on by how flustered she is than the script. you end up using the bloopers as foreplay. she’s in your lap, laughing between kisses, voice all breathy as she admits, “i wanted it to be all sexy, not… not... like scooby doo!”

~ streamer!ellie, who swore she was gonna top this time- like, she even practiced her “dom voice” in the mirror in preparation. “you’re mine tonight, got it?” but when it came down to it, all that practiced confidence unraveled the second you called her “ma’am” in a half-joking voice. “don’t do that,” she squeaks, climbing on top of you with all the menace of a nervous puppy, hoodie sleeves falling over her hands. “i will literally combust.” she tries to hold eye contact while riding you, but fails miserably, of course. she keeps biting her lip to stifle the whimpery little sounds she’s making. “fuck, this wasn’t the plan,” she mumbles. “you were supposed to be the one blushing.”

~ streamer!ellie, who gets so turned on watching you play her favourite games that she ends up draped across your lap, making “helpful suggestions” with her hand buried in your panties. "you're aiming a little low- oh, fuck, right there is good, actually." when you raise an eyebrow, she just grins. “it's some tactical distraction, babe! gotta keep the game realistic, no?”

[onedreamonelife]

blowing up kurts world..(litterally)🌎

this is a kurt kunkle x reader smut collab with my twt oomf 🪡 mdni, enjoy!!

fem!reader sub!kurt

Kurt was your clingy spree diver that always texted you about the most random things. showing you his computer setup, his Pokémon cards ,and the action figures that are hung up in his closet. He was always offering you rides, and inviting you over and since this time you were bored and wanted to get high , and he promised he’d let you hit all his vapes, you finally caved. Kurt was going on and on rambling about Bobby and how he gets no views on his streams. you suddenly interrupted-

“yknow, kurt…I know something that will get you some views…lots of em.”

Kurt’s eyes light up. “you do? I mean you’re a hot girl, guys like hot girls I mean maybe we can play a game together- maybe we can try out my new kiwi vape, it’s like super refreshing-“ you cut him off again, god this man never stops talking.

“no, Kurt.” you hold up a hand, shutting him up mid-babble. “not that.” you lean in a little, dropping your voice. “I’m talking viral. like… front page of reddit. trending on twitter. shit people remember.”

he swallows hard. you can tell he’s trying to stay chill, but his knee’s bouncing and his fingers are twitching near his phone like he’s already imagining the comments. “yo, this guy’s a legend.” “finally, real content.”

“wha- what do I need to do?”

without a beat, you ask sweetly, “have you ever had your dick sucked, Kurt?”

you see the way his breath hitches, eyes darting up to meet yours with that dumb hopeful gleam. he doesn’t answer right away. probably can’t form words. you can practically hear his brain short circuiting.

you’re perched on the edge of his cluttered desk, the soft whirr of his PC fans hums behind you, screen still open to his latest livestream with maybe, what? six viewers tops. his chat’s dead. like always.

you lean forward just slightly, tilting your head. “I said,” you repeat, slower this time, letting your finger glide down the center of his chin, “have you ever had your dick sucked before, Kurt?”

Kurt looks like you just slapped him in the face with a fish. This is the only time you’ve ever seen him silent, and you could get used to it!

“uhh, that’s uh- not really any of your business,” he dryly tries to joke, his cheeks flushing red. he shifts awkwardly in his chair, and you bite back a smile. this is just too easy.

"oh come on now," you coo in a voice like honey. "i thought we were friends, kurt. friends help eachother out.”

he finally manages to stammer out something coherent. "we-we are. friends. of course we are. I give you rides like..everywhere, and you’re always on my streams and stuff.”

Then…let me suck your dick. I bet you’d get like..5 thousand clicks with me on the thumbnail just..suckin your cock, lookin all pretty.”

he runs a trembling hand through his messy hair. "is this like a prank or something? bobby I swear if you put her up to this-“

you sigh, exasperated, and push off the desk. in an instant, you’re standing behind his chair, running your hands up and down his arms, looking at his computer screen.

The current live stream has already hit 50 viewers and comments are slowly flowing in;

“she’s smokin hot”

“ bro just let her suck your cock”

“cant wait to jack off to this shit”

“youre so fuckin lame kurt, no I didn’t set her up for this shit”-bobbybasecamp

Kurt’s eyes are glued to the screen, and he looks like he might pass out with all the blood rushing to his face. you can see him glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the comments scrolling by.

Fine guys. you really want to see her suck my..my dick? Well guess what. It’s about to happen, just press the like button, and follow me,kurtsworld96-

his attempt at bravado is downright pathetic. he’s trying so hard to act like he’s in control, puffing out his chest like some kind of pornstar, but you’re having too much fun to stop him. you get on your knees and angle the camera to show his bottom half- those damn jeans hanging low on his hips, and your whole face perfectly in frame. oh and cant forget the tits.

he’s already changing the title of the livestream to “HOT CHICK SUCKS MY DICK- TRY NOT TO CUM CHALLENGE”

you glance at the top corner of the screen, viewers ticking up by the second. 50… 113… 147… 200. and the chat? utter chaos:

“no way this is real”

“KURT YOU LEGEND”

“pls don’t move the cam”

“those lips holy shit”

“bro she’s gonna ruin your life (lucky af)”

you settle between his knees, palms flat against his thighs, dragging slowly upward just to watch the way he shivers. his breath catches. he stares down at you like he’s watching some fever dream come true. scared to blink, scared to breathe, scared to fuck this up.

you curl your fingers around the waistband of his jeans, tugging them low, slow, deliberately lazy. you take your time like you’re unwrapping a present you’re only half-interested in. his boxers follow, and yeah, he’s already hard. pathetic. expected.

you meet his wide, dazed eyes and flash a wicked grin, your fingernails grazing just above his hips.

“you nervous, Kurt?” you purr, tilting your head.

he lets out a breathy laugh that cracks halfway through. “I—I’m not—no, I’m good. I’m… totally good.”

you stifle a giggle. “god, you’re such a virgin.”

and the way he doesn’t argue? that’s all the confirmation you need.

he leans back in the chair, face shielded from the camera his knuckles grip the armrests tight.

knees pressing into the carpet, you pull his boxers down to his thighs. dramatic, slow, letting the air hit him and watching the goosebumps rise. his dick springing out from the waistband.

you curl your hand around him. warm, smooth, sure. and give him one slow stroke. his body tenses like a live wire. then you lean in, tongue sliding along the underside of his length, unhurried, teasing. when you reach the tip, you let your lips press against it in a soft, deliberate kiss like a promise.

he chokes on a breath, hips twitching.

you look up at his face, he can barely keep his eyes open yet theyre glued to yours, you give him a little smile before you lower your head again, taking him into your mouth.

the chat is exploding, message after message flooding in. it’s just a sea of “oh my god” and “fuuuuck” and “so hot”

you begin to bob your head with a messy rhythm, taking him deeper with wet, sloppy sounds just loud enough for the mic to pick up. he makes the most delicious noises, his hands clenched into trembling fists on either side of him.

you reach up to grab his wrists. you place his hands on your head, feeling the way he hesitates before you give a little nod. he grips your hair, the fingers of one hand gently playing with your hair and the other clenching like he’s trying to hold it in. you look up at him and you swear his soul leaves his body as he meets your eyes, his lips parted in a silent moan. 

“Holy shit.. fuck..fuck… he stutters. “fuck im gonna cum already..”

his head drops back on the chair exposing the length of his neck. it's a vision to see him like this, reduced to a pathetic mess.

he’s panting harder now, and the way his thighs are trembling under your hands, the muscles of his stomach tense enough you could bounce a coin off of it, you can tell he’s close, so close.

you pop off of him just long enough to catch your breath. looking up at him through your lashes, your hand continues stroking, your mouth just a few inches away from the tip.

“not yet,” you say. “not till I say so.” 

"please," he chokes out, and you’ve never heard that much need in two syllables. you give him a little squeeze, your thumb running over the sensitive spot under the head.

a shiver runs through him, followed by a series of shuddering breaths.

"baby, please." he whines out,.

your pussy is dripping at this point.

the chat has lost it. you can see the comments flying in so fast you can’t even read them, and you know there a thousands of guys watching you, all jerking off to the sight of you taking him apart. and you love it.

“lucky bastard looks like he’s in actual heaven”

”yo what’s the OF?”

”please let him nut this hurts”

“how is this not banned ���”

his chest is rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths, like he's just run a marathon and lost, gripping the arms of the chair again now, knuckles white, trying to be still, trying not to come undone just from the way you're looking at him.

you rise up a little, resting your hands on his thighs again, steady and slow, letting your fingertips trace circles. you're in no rush. that's the fun of it.

the chat is going insane.

"this is the most intense edging i've ever seen"

"bro's gonna explode"

"her CONTROL holy shit"

"this is cinema"

"i'm not even mad anymore i just respect it"

you glance at the camera with that same calm smirk—like you've been here a thousand times before. like you're the director of a film you've already seen the ending to, and everyone else is just catching up.

Kurt's still whispering under his breath, half-words, pleas, curses. you lean forward and press your lips softly to his stomach, and he makes the quietest sound, something like a whimper, something like your name.

"I didn't think..." he mutters, breathless. "I didn't think this would actually happen."

you smile against his skin. "you're welcome."

your hand starts moving again. slow, firm. his hips twitch and you press down on his thigh, keeping him grounded.

"I can't... I don't think I can hold it," he gasps.

"you can," you say gently. "you will."

you flick your gaze up to the camera one more time. you're not smiling anymore—your expression is serious now, electric, charged. this isn't a joke. this is performance.

You bring your mouth close to him again, closer, just hovering.

"now," you whisper. "now, you can."

you wrap your mouth around his dick for the last time and the moment it hits him? he shatters.

his whole body arches, a strangled cry slipping from his throat, eyes squeezed shut, breath stolen out of his lungs. his hands are in your hair again, desperate, clinging. he's not even thinking anymore. just feeling.

his warm cum shoots down your throat, a feelings you’ve felt before but never this good. and with Kurt? yeah, you’re shocked.

the chat fully breaks:

"HE ASCENDED"

"OH MY GODDDDD"

"this changed me spiritually"

"that was like watching a man meet god"

"10/10 best stream of the year"

you stay still for a second, soaking in the wreckage. then you sit back on your heels, brush your hair behind your ear, and look up at him with his cum on the corner of your mouth. he’s completely blissed out, wrecked, still catching his breath.

"say thank you," you murmur.

and he does. of course he does.

[bendycxmet]

You can run with this idea however you’d like I just needed to get this thought out there and share it… Yknow how Vash’s earring connects to his pen and he can hear through it. What if he hears more than he bargained for with the reader.

thank you so much for this omg i had so many thoughts for the rest of the day when i read this. anyway, enjoy!

tw: nsfw 18+ MDNI, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

Do You Copy?

Vash sits quietly at the inn desk, the dingy metal lamp on the corner the only thing providing him warm light as his nimble, quick fingers quickly clean his gun. He sits with his leg crossed over on his other knee, his eyes flitting between you and the silver piece in his hands. You’ve been pacing around the room, gesticulating and voicing your dismay to the plan he had just told you. About five minutes ago. 

Vash finally swipes his gun clean with a piece of cloth, popping the barrel out to load his gun with bullets he may or may not even use in the first place. You stop your verbal train of thought, tapping your foot until he looks back up at you. “May I say something?” he inquiries gently. You huff, tilting your head, waiting for whatever response that you will undoubtedly disagree with. 

“I will be in and out before you can even say my full name.” That forces a laugh out of you. Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Say that five times.

“Ok, I see that you have made your decision, but because that decision is incredibly dumb, I am choosing to ignore it.” you cross your arms, turning your nose up at him and hoping that will change his mind. Not a chance, of course. Vash will always place your safety above his own. 

He slowly approaches you, uncrossing your arms and holding your hands in each of his own, warm and cold to the touch. “I promise you I will be back in time to share those donuts with you in the morning. I’ll even bring the paper so we can read those silly comics you like.” Your heart warms. He really remembers all the little details about you. “I will be safe, just for you.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to protest the oncoming smile. “Fine. You better keep this promise Vash the Stampede. Pinky promise me?” Your smile slips through at his teasing groan. 

His pinky intertwines with yours. “I promise. But you know I hate when you call me by my full name!” 

—

You sit cross-legged on the dusty bed, worrying your lip between your teeth. It’s bloody at this point. The clock in the corner of the room reads close to 1am. He’s been gone for four hours. Too long in your book. 

You begin to feel the anxiety eat away at your nerves, fraying the ends. Throwing yourself back on the bed, you growl into your hands. You need a distraction. A sudden thought strikes you. A rather…unpure one. 

It’s been a while since the last time you were able to touch yourself. Traveling with Vash, the man who has your heart constantly in his hands, although oblivious to that fact, prevents you from relieving any sexual tension you feel. Especially when everything he does gets you hot beneath the collar. His figure not quite so hidden beneath his coat, his thighs that jut out when you two are running from imminent danger, the natural smell of him when you two cozy up on cold desert nights, the quickness in how he handled his gun earlier…

With enough fantasies now running through your mind, you shuck off the clothes that are now beginning to warm you up too quickly, sneaking a hand downward. You imagine how those gloved hands would touch you, guide you, slowing you down when you would hasten your movements as you near your climax, Vash’s face near your ear whispering sweet nothings. You begin to move your hand, rubbing yourself slowly, wanting to enjoy your alone time.

That’s right angel, just like that. Always so perfect for me. You keen as your imagination takes the fantasy in full swing now. As your fingers increase the pressure right up against your most sensitive spots, you swear the warmth of your hand turns into a metallic cold, your slick making the glide much easier as your pace picks up. You remember it is late, and that the other patrons in the hotel must be fast asleep. Searching for something to bite into to muffle your noises, you spot the pen Vash lent you. You clamp your teeth around the metal shaft, your fingers picking their pace back up as you have a fleeting thought that the pen trapped between your lips is instead one of Vash’s prosthetic fingers, prodding your mouth open so he can hear you.

—

The hallways are shrouded in darkness, two guards standing off to the side of a solo door down at the hall. Vash peers from around the corner, mapping his route. He feels bad for leaving you alone for so long on such a beautiful night. The outlaw he thwarted earlier in the week had more help than he imagined. Plus a network of tunnels connected to his hideout. 

He takes a silent, deep inhale, steel-toed boot shifting slightly, ready to round the corner until a breathy sound makes its way into his ear. 

“Vash-!” he stills, not quite believing what he’s hearing. No one else is behind him. He made sure to knock them out until morning. No, this voice was familiar. One he held close to his heart, away from the world, if only slightly muffled. Panting moans filter into his ear, interrupted by whimpers. His blood roars in his ears. Are you hurt? Did someone close to the outlaw find you?

“Yes, please right there my angel~”

All his worries are extinguished once he hears the nickname you give him. His blood now rushes down south, wetness pooling in his boxers. He fidgets, peaking back around the corner to ensure the guards weren’t alerted to the predicament he was now in. He really couldn’t go on like this, not when he’s finally hearing how you sound when you’re in the throes of pleasure. 

He spots a doorway behind him with no light coming through the bottom. He steps up to the wood, ear to the door to ensure no one is truly inside, anxious to step inside to pleasure himself along with you as your moans begin to hitch. He slips in, back to the door now, lock in place as his hand twitches at his belt. He should be a gentleman, take off his earring, and respect your privacy. He feels dirty, perverted. You two are just friends. He has told this lie to himself several times a day, not believing someone as smart and loving as you to fall in love with the catastrophe that is his entire being. As if hearing his inner monologue from miles away, your praises spew into his ear.

“Oh, Vash, you’re too good for me. So handsome, so pretty, all for me-”

He teeths off his right glove, shooting his warm hand into his pants. God, he hopes you can forgive him once he has to confess this moment to you, but he cannot deny himself any longer. Not when you’re talking to him as if he’s there with you, delivering you the pleasure you deserve for being so good for him. He bites his lip to stifle his withering whimpers.

“Hah- god keep going I’m almost there please please please,” you hiccup. Have you had these fantasies running through your mind when you two cuddle in the cold nights? During your long walks under the scorching desert suns? He didn’t take you to have such a filthy mind, especially one that constantly had him as a recurring actor in your fantasies. He grips himself harder at the thought, teeth digging harshly into his bottom lip.

Your hitched whimpers turn suddenly into sharper cries, then a satisfied moan of his name. That sound is the death of him. He turns sharply to bite at his coat collar, hoping it can quiet him as his release hits him, cum shooting inside his boxers, a sticky mess he now has to deal with for the rest of his mission. His eyes open up, hazy and glossed over as he slides down the door, catching his breath.

You had calmed your breathing and thundering heart rate just a few moments prior, now frozen in your place on the bed. Did you hear…whimpering…coming from the pen in your mouth? You spit the writing tool out of your mouth, now wet with your saliva. You recall the conversation you had with Vash earlier that day.

“Have you always had one pen on you? Why does this one look so elegant too? It’s the nicest pen I’ve ever seen.” He hums, chuckling as your fingers smooth over the metal, wishing you could touch his arm like that- he’s getting sidetracked.

“Lost tech, actually. Wanna see a neat trick? Press the button on the side.” Once you press your finger against the button, he greets you from across the room, only for the pen in your hand to echo him. “My earring is connected to it. For easy communication when we aren’t near each other. Consider it a gift!”

Your hand flies to your mouth. So he definitely just heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, but the pleasure that now simmers in your veins begs for you to take action–to say to hell with it. If he seemingly rubbed one out to you pleasuring yourself, he has to like you in some way. You take a deep inhale, pressing the button again. 

“You done there? You better hurry on back. I’m sure you could tell how…desperate I am to have you back now.” A loud yelp rings back, distant shouting ensuing right after.

“Um- I. Well got to go! See you soon!” comes Vash’s rushed reply before shots ring out.

You smirk to yourself. What a conversation this will be when he’s back. 

A/N: >:) :D >:) me when i get silly in the middle of smut. spot the lil marvel reference? anyway that hoop earring is *versatile* it will now be used for several things in future missions. thanks for reading!

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[strangelysamantha]

girl that you love pt 2 ❀

sarah cameron x fem!reader. kiara carrera x fem!reader.

warnings: alcohol consumption

words: 1,967.

summary: after humiliating yourself after your confession to sarah, you find yourself comforted by kiara.

request? yes!! highly recommended:)

a/n: love this blog if you enjoy! thank you for reading my story! <3 ik it’s been literally multiple years since i started posting, but i'm back now. send in requests!

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part one!

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after being completely embarrassed by sarah, you humbly went home. your mind was racing, you felt so dumb. you didn't mean to start anything, but the replaying image of disgust on her face when you admitted your feelings was nauseating. you couldn't bring yourself to leave your house, riddled with humiliation. the interaction with rafe twisting your stomach. he seemed so genuine, but if he knew the full story would he had treated you any differently? you couldn't think of either cameron sibling.

you were loafed out on your living room couch; you consumed time by engulfing yourself with tv. your friends had never watched you get so low, and it was worrying them. they wanted to help you, but they knew it was a sensitive topic.

kiara was the first one to confront you, she gave you a reality check. one you so desperately needed. she firmly knocks three times, waiting for you to let her in. you hesitate but ultimately walk to the door to let her in. she's shocked by your state. "are you doing, okay?" she asked you. you frown, "not really." you decided being transparent was the best way to get yourself out of this rut. she shakes her head, "you're letting her win, yknow that right?" she questions you. "what are you talking about?" she sighs. "sarah doesn't realize what she's missing out on? okay? you're a great friend. you're funny, sweet, and she isn't worth wasting your energy." you grimace at her words. "you need to get out. shower, get ready. i'm taking you somewhere, okay? trust me." you groan at her insistence. you knew it wasn't worth putting up a fight over. at the bottom of your heart, you knew she was right. you quickly pick out an outfit before heading to the showers.

kiara waits patiently on the couch, interested in the show you had on. you quickly shower and change, joining her in the living room. "what exactly are we going to do?" she gets excited. "we're going to have pope pick us up. we're going to party, drink, and dance until we can't think about any of our problems." you laugh with her, "okay fine." she quickly texts pope, while you sit down on the couch again.

the idea of the party made you extremely nervous. there was a high probably of sarah being there, and you weren't sure you were ready for a confrontation. it's like kiara can read your mind, "if she's there we will ignore her, i won't let her say anything to you. she doesn't deserve any conversation with you." you nod at her reassurance, the nerves fluttering away. you felt better with the fact your friends would be tagging along; they would easily get you out of any uncomfortable situations.

pope texts you two, signaling he's outside waiting. you guys head outside, hopping into the twinkie. pope and jj are the only ones inside. "next stop, the party!!!" jj boasts trying to lighten the mood, he cranks up the radio and pope drives to the beach quickly. you are stuck in conversation with your friends, you felt normal, safe. this was the best feeling, and it was definitely needed.

the twinkie halts, indicating you had arrived at the beach. the nerves come back quickly, but you knew liquor would make you distracted. jj leads the group to the alcohol, you immediately down a cup. kiara watches you closely, she knew exactly how you felt. she's actually been in the exact situation. she was focused on you, wanting to comfort you in any way that she could.

the party was actually a great distraction, you hadn't felt this free in days. unfortunately, you spotted sarah with john b. your heart stung at the pair, jealousy and resentment bubbling in your chest. immediately you turn, making distance from them. you began to rush with thoughts again, the alcohol being a great temporary distraction, but that’s all it was. temporary.

the sight of them made your head pound. the loud music only heightening the strain. you glance around eagerly, in hope of running into kiara, pope, even jj. the search for them came up short, you figured they were all on the other side of where sarah and john b were dancing. you walk down the sandy beach. just your luck, you discover rafe and some girl making out in the exclusive hidden area. your eyes revolt at the image, and you immediately walk past them trying to get some fresh air.

rafe was about to confront the person who interrupted his make out sesh, however when he realized it was you, he asked the girl he was kissing to go them more beer. she drunkenly obliged to his request, making her way to the cooler of beer.

you didn’t want to talk to him. you knew he had enough time to talk to sarah about the whole situation. you sprint to the twinkie, however it’s john b and sarah that you run into. of course. it was john bs vehicle after all. rafe was still chasing after you. out of the corner of your eye you see kiara. you’ve never felt so much relief wash over you in your life. you ignore anything they say, running to kiara. you pull her into a hug, and she happily accepts. “so much just happened. i wanna get outta here. can we go to yours?” you question. the party was too much, and you didnt want to see them. kiara nods, reaching in her phone to see if her dad could come grab you two.

sarah cameron watched you and kiara from afar. a frown on her lips. your arm is still finding comfort in kiaras touch, you wrapped your guys arms together, finding safety. you stared at kiara with sparkling eyes. she looks down at you smiling. "thank you for helping me through this. i honestly feel better." you're intrigued so you question her. "how'd you know what i needed?" she bites back a smile, "well, i've kinda been in the same situation." you nod at her words, and she continues, "last semester, i had a friend. you know wendy?" you sigh, "yeah i do, why?" she rushes with embarrassment at the memory. "well. we were studying at the library. we had done it every thursday, for months. then she started coming over, well i thought maybe she felt the same way." you frown, "but, i tried to confess my feelings for her, and she let me down gentler than sarah did to you, but she said she wasn't into girls." you gasp, "kiara! are you gay too!?" she giggles with excitement, "yeah!" you grin at her words, "im glad you told me." you confess. she looks away, "well i was going to tell you sooner, but i knew how you felt about sarah, and i guess a part of me thought she liked you back." you wait, "why would it matter if i liked sarah?" you ask her.

she hesitates like it's obvious, "because then you would know that i like you." your heart races at her honesty. you are caught off guard, but you immediately pull her into a hug. "i like you too kiara. i just stuffed the feelings down because i thought you wouldn't like me." her heart sinks, "wanna rekindle them?" she asks. you bite your lip; you place your hands on her hips. you pull her closer to you, reaching in for a kiss. she happily kisses back, her hands wrapping around your neck. you two continue to kiss, but the cherishing moment unfortunately is interrupted by kiaras phone. she pulls it out and answers her dads call. "sorry, were close to the parking lot. we're walking there now." she listens to his response before saying thank you and hanging up. "my dad is here, let's get out of here." you laugh, "sounds good to me." the two of you head to the parking lot, meeting kiaras dad. you two hop into the back seat and start the drive.

sarah b watches your little romance spark. her heart sinks just by the sight of your clinginess with kiara. john b is talking to jj about kiara and you but sarah doesn't listen, her mind was racing with thoughts. rafe walked up to sarah, seeing the whole event unfold. "guess her crushes don't last long." she scoffs. rafe is confused by her frustration. "you were the one who let her down? remember? you told her no. why are you so pissed?" sarah rolls her eyes. "it's just the principle." rafe holds back his laugh, "oh i'm sure that's the reason." sarah storms off, walking back to the beaches shore. she sinks her feet into the sand, letting the water rush over her feet. the scenery helping her ease her mind. rafes words got to her. why was she so mad? she denied you, it's her fault you two don't talk anymore. sarah sighed, unable to dissect her true feelings.

john b, glanced around for sarah, rushing straight to the shore in search for her. unsurprisingly, she was there, sat on the sand, letting the waves crash over her legs. "what's wrong sarah?" john b looks around, seeing the party had dispersed. the sun had gone down almost completely, the black stars and moon shining. sarah sighs. "i'm not even sure." is all she can muster out. he's confused, "are you mad about kiara?" she groans at the sound of her name. "why would i care john b?" he shrugs, "well you won't tell me what the actual problem is, so i'm sorry for assuming." she shakes her head, "i need to get home. can you take me?" he nods, "of course." he reaches her his hand to help her get up, she ignored it and got up by herself. she sluggishly made it back to the twinkie. she frowns leaning her head on the car's headrest. john b drops sarah off at her house, she quickly gives him a thank you, hopping out of the car. heading inside her home, she jumps into bed. annoyance and confusion clouding her mind. she changed into pajamas, going straight to bed.

back at kiaras place, you and kiara had ate some snacks, and were now sitting on her bed cuddling. you two were talking about the first time you realized you had feelings for each other. you went first. "well it was when jj introduced us. you were wearing black shorts, and a crop top. your hair was perfect, and you had a huge smile on your face. you looked so pretty, and carefree. i thought you were so cool. after hearing about your passions, and interest, i was so entranced by you." kiara listens intently, blushing at your words. "i first liked you after the first time we hung out for the first time alone, without jj, or pope. we never really got to hang out like that." you laugh agreeing, "but we finally did it, and how i felt for you changed. i felt authentically myself. i didn't feel that around our other friends. i knew we'd be good friends, obviously. but then i started getting the urge to kiss you. and every time we were in public i wanted to reach for your hand." you grab her chin and lean in for a kiss. kiara kisses back, her hands reaching for yours. she pulls away. "will you be my girlfriend?" you kiss her again, "yes! i would love to be your girlfriend kiara." you guys' kiss once more. "wanna watch a movie?" you ask. she hands you the remote. "yes but don't get upset if i fall asleep, you make me feel cozy." she stands up to turn the lights off. "okay i promise, i wont."

[selenakitty]

Internalized Homophobia

ft. Victoria Chase (female!reader) 🪽

cw: angst w comfort, wlw, Victoria being an avoidant, weed usage etc.

You and Victoria. Paired up in a group in photography class. Alone. It should seem like a nightmare, being a quiet kid paired up with a popular kid, but it’s easy to forget the humiliation once seeing that striking face of Victoria.

So deep in thought, you didn’t even notice Victoria snapping her fingers to get you out of your daydream.

“Hello?! Are you even alive?”

“Oh.. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever. My dorm. 5pm. Be on time. I’m a busy woman.”

“Should I like.. bring anything..?”

“Oh, you know. Better clothes are always welcomed. But since we both know that’s not happening in your case, no. Just bring your camera and notebook and- whatthefuckever.”

You roll your eyes and leave.

5pm:

The project was to bring your partners hidden side out. The opposite of what they usually show. For example, Victoria had to get some confidence out of you in your photo shoot, meanwhile you had to bring that vulnerability out of her in her photos.

And if you’re honest, it was so much fun.

Victoria was so raw and fun. Not mean. Not even bitchy. She did make you dress up a lot for her liking in the photoshoot, sure. But it was worth the memories.

After that project, the two of you would hang out more.

She would use the excuse of you needing a tutor so her friends wouldn’t be confused on why someone like her was hanging out with someone like you.

After around 3 months, you began catching feelings. Victoria is a true sweetheart, even if she tries her best to hide it. She would take you to expensive restaurants, sightseeing and to small trips with her family sometimes, even if it’s just grocery shopping. Everything was great.

Until October hit. And around this time, you noticed Victoria becoming distant. She’d cancel plans, avoid teaming up with you in projects, not respond to messages. Not even the weekly sleepovers, the nightly calls or the 4pm yap sessions under the tree were acknowledged by her anymore. And this was probably the most miserable month ever. No Victoria, no fun.

One night, you were studying in your dorm. There was a huge party going on. Who cares. Honestly, you did have a bong break in your dorm just to forget about Victoria. The other way to forget her is drown her out with a large amount of paper work. The whole room was scattered with papers, books and study tests made by you and the shitty school printer.

So much infront of you but so much more in your mind.

You couldn’t focus, especially not while being high. So you do something dumb. I think.

You wait til the party is over. Then you knock on Victorias door.

No response. But you hear shuffling. It’s Victorias high heels, anyone would recognize that sound.

“Victoria?”

“No.”

“What ‘no?’”

“Is that you, Y/n?”

“Yea! I just.. wanna talk, yknow.”

Quiet.

“Listen, im not okay with the way you’ve been treating me lately.”

No response. So you just continue.

“I can’t believe all those months of friendship meant nothing for you. You just ignore me all of the sudden and it’s just.. not cool. Not cool at all. I can’t even focus on studying cause of you! So stop being a puss. It’s embarrassing.”

The door opens.

Victoria looks so gorgeous.. uhm, not important now, tho.

“And who said you’re allowed to talk to me like that?”

You scoff, “Excuse me, I have every right to talk to you like this! You obviously do not care about me anymore! I can’t believe you just threw me out and ignore me like I’m nothing!”

“Hey-“

“No, shut up!” you unintentionally begin tearing up, but you don’t notice. Victoria definitely does.

“This is just unfucking believable! Un-Chic! Immature! Every negative word that connects with the way you’ve been behaving. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? That’s probably it, yeah. Cause I don’t wear those stupid stilettos like those girls you’re friends with and cause I don’t shit money like all your friends do!-“

“Enough!”

You quickly shut up.

“I can’t. You don’t know what’s been going on. You can’t just be behaving like the best thing alive and expect me to NOT catch feelings! I can’t accept my feelings and I thought if I would ignore you, the feelings would disappear with you. But no. They got worse. And you being here, all high and mad, obviously heartbroken over the way I’ve been treating you, is making everything fucking worse.”

“Whaaat?!”

“Shut up.”

You quickly wipe your tears away and hug Victoria.

She hugs back.

“I missed you.”

Victoria looks away.

And then she surprises you with a kiss, which you respond to with a kiss back. Once she pulls back, she says something quietly.

“I think I can learn to accept my love for you now.”

After hearing those words, you couldn’t stop sobbing and Victoria had to comfort you. The night ended with you in her dorm, wrapped up in her expensive cashmere sweater and her arms.

A/N: English isn’t my first language 😞

[platinumrosetail]

Hello, I'm new to your blog and I just had a crazy idea about a boy who just read the manhwa Ennead and wakes up one day like Osiris before the events of the story. He then decides to change the story to avoid the events of the story but things go bad to worse when Seth begins to have an obsession with the reader more than he describes that he is a transmigrator and does not want to let him go. (P.S: The boy who transmigrated as Osiris has a personality like Cale Henituse from the manhwa The Count's Family Trash.)

I literally basically had the same idea but female and without that kind of personality in the past lol 😂 also I don’t really read the counts family trash, I have heard and seen a few things but that’s it so I’ll be using a wiki for the personality so I might end up getting a few things wrong on that part 😅 also I wont give the reader green skin don’t worry lol, you can picture green hair (like collei from Genshin) if you want but you won’t have green skin even if it’s basically acceptable to have colored skin that isn’t the normal skin tone yknow? Anyway on with the request shall we?

Character: Seth.

Warnings: noob author, male reader, yandere character, and others.

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You had died; simple as that, you died by you cat's paw who decided to shove it down your open mouth while you were asleep which ended up killing you before you could wake up.

(i asked my friends to suggest a dumb way to die and this is what they came up with lol)

and then you get reincarnated into ennead, bad enough as the main bad guy; Osiris. it was before the story started so thankfully you can stop what had happened in the manwha by not doing what the original Osiris did.

and by doing that is to be lazy! sadly being born as a god doesn't give you that luxury but you try to be lazy when you can. you decided to avoid marrying isis as you don't need to since you have different motives than the original Osiris.

stress started to build up as you try to not do anything like osiris would do and the fact seth didn't marry nephthys like you thought would happen as anubis would be born that way since you didn't take seth's seed and created a flower from it like the original osiris did (hope I remembered that correctly).

the stress that started to build up more that you started to sleepwalk and sleep talk in your sleep which brought you to seth's room as it was really the main focus of you of the stress. seth was awake even though it was late and most would be asleep; specifically wondering how he can get close to you again, he heard talking outside his room so he decided to check it out.

he found you; or well osiris but you're now osiris, sleepwalking and talking in you sleep, he was wondering what made you start sleepwalking and talking as he knew before you had distance yourself from him and both of your sisters that you didn't do that, so while you were asleep and talking in your sleep he listened.

he finally realized that you weren't Osiris but someone that died and reincarnated into him, he decided to confront you and woke you up. when you woke up you weren't expecting to see seth when you were forcefully woken up, he asked who you were and how did you get in osiris, so with no choice as you were caught finally and had no way out, you told him the truth. you had expected him to me mad and try to kill you but he didn't he was surprisingly affectionate with you, what you didn't know was thathe fell in love with you, probably not the same as osiris but close.

(A/n: hope you liked it! the reader's personality probably as close to cale like you wanted but i tried my best to be close to what was asked of me! anyway, hope y'all have a wonderful day/evening/night!)

[yanderesimp2000]

Extreme Yandere Adam x Fem reader Chap 1/5 Start of your new life !MINORS STAY AWAY!

(hey this is my first post here Just wanna say my english might be bad since I'm from Armenia but I'm excited to post here I USED ALOT OF INSPO FROM OTHER ADAM WRITES TO here are the TWS

Kidnapping, Adam being an incel as usual, threats of violence , Degrading, Manipluation, Violence, Noncon listener, threats of SA ,Gasliting, narcissism and rape if that's not your cup of tea SCROLL

Your are an angel You made it into Heaven recently Heaven would be like a paradise but is kinda like your old life in the big city You have to get a job buy things and Just deal with the classic shit of reality even though your in the FUCKING PROMISELAND

You decided to just be what you did back in Yerevan city and just be a secretary but it was the person to hire you that was strange it was Adam the First man when you met him you expected him to be some wise, kind and Gentle soul but instead you got a creepy, weird man child that you needed to cater to at every Second, Like you could just be standing in Adams office when he says "hey bitch bring me that soda bottle" the bottle was 2 inches out of reach. It seemed like he took pleasure in seeing you be miserable he always said "good girl good good girly" LIKE YOU ARE A FUCKING PET

Every second of your time with Adam was hell he was rude gross and was a FUCKING MISOGYNIST today while you were giving him a back massage he said "yes good girly" again as usual like you were a fucking pet but then he said "that's all you women are good for to serve men" this Made you even more angry but hey the pay is good and that Leeds to today You walk in sad as usual into Adam mansion when he starts making comments about something your already insecure of your wings he rubbed your wings and he then said "heh bitch your wings are so dirty you a fuckin slob yknow that but a hot one at that" he then Grabbed your ass and that's when you broke "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" you yelled "I QUIT" you then storm of and back into your apartment crying about the insult of your wings and just fed up in general But that's when you get a text from Adam he always texted you when you were working for him but you quit it read "You really thought you could leave me you DUMB WHORE I treated you soo well I gave you everything you could of wanted and this I how you repay me I don't even need you you stupid fucking slut"

You were used to Adams shit by now but this this was just something else you text back "Adam stop messaging me Ill be back tomorrow at 10 am to get my stuff from my office and you better not try ANYTHING" he then responds "why would I try to interact with a brain dead whore anyway" that hurts you but you brush it off "being verbally abused by that dickhead isn't worth the pay" you thought before going to sleep

The next day you woke up at your alarm you got dressed but on a casual Black hoodie with Sweat pants because you weren't doing anything today other then going to Adams mansion to pick up your stuff. you flew over to his mansion only A 13 minute fly before landing at the door you were nervous but you knocked you waited and waited until someone opened the door "wow the whore really had the nerve to show her face again' He snarled "well I cant be to mad at you your fucking hot all we have to do to make your perfect is Shave down those ugly wings" he said in a arrogant tone. You walk inside and go to were your stuff is before you hear Adam locking the door 'what the fuck are you doing Adam" you snarl His mask lights up into those annoying little circle eyes he looks like a giddy child

"well I Talked to The big man upstairs if you get what I'm saying and since he would NEVER Say no to his precious Adam his first creation the person who gets ALL his love and affection he said I could keep you since your such a low ranking angel and you have no family in heaven no one will miss you " He still looked like a giddy child while saying this as all of a sudden He pulled out a stunning ring filled with jewelry and gems and luxury "cmere" he says before Walking towards you he towered over you, you were a quite short and small angel being only 5,5 and he was a Huge 13,2 foot angel. " ADAM THIS IS NOT FUNNY" you yelled at him but he said "Bitch? its not supposed to now were gonna cuddle and snuggle because Im feeling lonely and you cant do JACK SHIT" he sounded firm and serious you were scared and try to make a run for it but were tackled down "fuckin bitch your not escapin" he said before tossing you over his shoulders and taking you into his room upstairs and throwing you onto the bed before "cuddling" with you which was more like Wrestling a teddy bear he managed to restrain you with ease and he giggles "I love small girls like you so short and weak easy for me to... Manhandle" he says in an ominous tone you keep squirming and this just makes him giggle "so feisty" he says "don't worry my little Slut I'll fix you sooner or later I'll break your brain down till its just mush then I'll rebuild it to my liking and then you'll be loyal to me just me unlike those last 2 whores I married ill make sure you never leave" he says in a low coo ''i don't like you adam' you hissed he then got surprised "oh talking back to me don't you know who I am Im Adam the first man and your my new Wife you were created from my fucking rib you have to that me for your existance Im a superior being and your just my Wife you should me grateful so many people would beg to be in my presence and your trying to leave it ungrateful whore" he hissed as he started down at you you noticed he was starting to undress first his shirt then his pants then his Underwear but he kept that stupid mask on

His dick is fucking massive it was huge or maybe you are just small but damn and around it is just a bush of his grey hair He even has a piercing on his cock and his dad Bod OMG but as much as you hate it he was hot "like what you see" Adam teased you try to squirm away only angering him Well if your gonna resist I guess I'm gonna have to fuck that tiny pussy lose he said eagerly before starting to Teasing his cock around the hole "sh sh sh sh sh shhhh let it happen" Adam cooed "your my new wife you like this you have to your just in denial" he giggled before saying "Oh your sooo small My dick might kill you I bet I'd bet I'm like I don't know fucking 11 feet taller then you and my dick is huger then anything I've bet you've seen" he teased while rubbing his cock at the entrance of your pussy "damn it I just cant hold back" Adam yelled "p-p-please stop Adam" you whimpered but it just turned him on more as he said "going in bitch" suddenly you feel his entire dick in you it was huge and painful you were not enjoying yourself but Adam was "f-fuck babe I'm fucking you loose" he laughed as he kept fucking me so hard I felt like I was gonna throw up blood and organs he rearranged with every thrust it felt like a new bone in your body was being reangared you tried to flap your useless little wings which just made him think you were even more about how precious you are "that's so cute the only thing I dislike about you is your wings they get in my way might have to clip your wings soon" he teased scaring you He kept thrusting and more and more got hurt the more you pleaded whimpered yelped winces or squealed the more turned on he got as he was thrusting he laughed at the bulge in your stomach from his dick "it went to far in you really do like this ya whore"

You let out a whimper when he said that and that was the turning point he said "f-fuckkkkk I'm cummingim cumming" before long ropes of the warm jizz entered your pussy "yeah get pregnant bitch that's your only purpose breeding machines for men" he said at you and said let me clean myself up He then gets a rag and clean you and him up before seeming to get more gentle

"look I'm sorry when I get horny I go feral this is not how I am most of the time your just so fucking hot I just c-cant control myself" he said while cuddling you "I love you I really do and this world is cruel you have no family here no friends Nobody I'm the only one you have so im taking you under my wing figurative and literally" he said laughing since he tucked you in between his warm chubby chest and his soft comforting wings he then gets really soft and says "I've seen you on your own and your in so much danger so many people will try to take advantage of you and you have nobody to run to but me so I take it as my duty to protect you and coddle you like the cute little toy your are" he says that in a low coo while petting you his soft voice seemingly temporally calming you down you start to stop Wriggle and start giving up and snuggling into him causing him to turn bright red "their ya go girlly your a good little Beliver right so you should worship me if it wasn't for me you would not me alive you would not of been a thought you have to thank me for everything and disobeying me is just like spitting in the face of God it will get you banished to rot in hell ya get that" he pats your head as you cuddle into his chest since he's so big you look like a little housecat on his chest ''thats it just let my voice soothe you to sleep once you wake up tomorrow your life will be soon much better he teased as you snuggle against his body "nighty nighty" he says before you drift off to sleep

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I have a light one that’s kind of dumb.

🐶🐱

AITA for wanting a dog even though my sister/housemate does not?

To start, nobody is allergic to dogs or has a fear of them, she just doesn’t want it.

(if ages and gender are important, we’re both f in our early 20s)

I grew up on a farm with lots of animals. There were always cows, I had goats, there were chickens, ducks, barn cats and of course, 1-3 livestock guard dogs at a time.

When I was 16, I had a senior spaniel who had to be put down due to heart problems. Ever since I have been asking if I can have another dog but my parents have said no.

Around a year ago now I sold my goats and moved out of my parents house into an apartment. The apartment didn’t allow any pet bigger than my little gecko.

Then, about January, my older sister started messaging me with images of houses on a realtor site. So we looked at houses. I agreed to buy a house with her 1) so she could move out of our parents house and 2) because being by myself in the apartment with no real friends wasn’t really that good for my mental health.

To her credit, she did get a kitten from our farm and let me keep it, although I didn’t really want a house cat. The main reason I wanted a dog was for the amount of exercise it would need, and I would have to take it for long walks. Not to mention litter boxes aren’t my favourite thing to deal with. Still, I am glad I have a little animal to cuddle.

Additionally, most of the times when I bring up wanting a dog or getting a dog, it’s either in a jokey matter or it’ll be in contrast to something (for example there was a shady guy hanging around our street the other night and we don’t have an actual alarm for our house, so I went “yknow if we had a yappy little chihuahua it would be an alarm enough” or something like that) to which she will reply something short and growly along the lines of “you’re never getting a dog in my house”

Her reasons she gives for not wanting a dog? Number one, it’s “her” house. (It’s in both of our names, I paid half the down deposit and I pay half the mortgage and bills, and I pay for the Wifi. I’m not paying her rent, we both own it) Number 2, her friend is allergic to horses. (A friend that never comes over to our house anyway, and I understand fur allergies are complicated but it’s a dog. We aren’t anywhere NEAR horses! We live in town!) (this one is also BS because sister wants to buy a farm and have Clydesdale horses) Number 3, it sheds. We have a cat. The cat sheds more than the breeds of dogs that I really like or want. One of my favourites are the Xolo dog. Which has no hair. At all. Number 4, the cat is scared of dogs. (She isn’t. She’s never seen one in her life. I can get her used to having a dog around easily, even if she starts afraid. I’ve done it before when our parents have gotten new dogs around new cats.)

I’m not going to go behind her back and bring home a dog (even though there have been opportunities to get a free puppy multiple time) but I’m not going to stop wanting to have a dog or wanting to get one or talking about what dogs I like.

Our grandparents are moving to town and selling their farm next year, which sister wants to buy with me. I told her I’d like to move out of town into a farm, but only if she let me get either a dog or a donkey to protect our property against coyotes. (Especially considering we both want chickens if we get a farm)

She got really pissy at me about that, and stormed off. AITA here? I think she’s being a little unreasonable. I’m not a bad pet owner at all, I work with my animals as much as possible. I had my billy goat following me around the farm without a lead before I sold the goats, for pineapple’s sakes!

What are these acronyms?

[laurrelise]

i’m rewatching tua season 4 because i guess i once again need confirmation that it’s just as bad as i remember …

but ive been told im too negative about the season on more than one occasion so im going to be positive and name a bunch of things i like about each episode of the final season!! <3

warning: this post is decent sized lol

today we are tackling: episode 2

i do love the beginning montage of the siblings all being sick while simultaneously using their powers to improve their own daily agendas if only it featured more than just 3 of the siblings…?

i love five’s assistant twink and also how he’s called mr. five at the grand old age of 19 years old (i know he’s 64 but shut up)

lila’s eyeball lasers and the rubber ducky

luther being devastated over the place being “destroyed” even when it was a literal shithole to start off with

viktor finding his VOICE. viktor with CONFIDENCE. i love you viktor “ill kick your ass right now” hargreeves. king, you are 4 feet tall, but eat him tf up

“why is it cold” “the real question is, why would you touch it”

five slapping diego’s hand out of the way and him not even trying to fight it is so them and i love it

viktor actually attempting to kick ben’s ass (and as much as he looks like a feral little gremlin, i love it)

luther’s “DUDE! I LIVE HERE” he’s such a grumpus

also viktor’s little speech about him building a life for himself and it all being fucked over because of ben’s dumb ass

“i could’ve lost my job!” “did you?” “wh-” and five looking up at him with wide eyes and genuine curiosity. not the time king but thanks for asking

allison eating ben tf up and klaus supporting her

“i’m not going back to that old klaus. i like this klaus! hey, he collects coupons! he’s frugal, respectable, reliable, and most importantly, he’s a klaus that claire likes. and trusts and looks up to.” THIS IS SO SAD I LOVE HIM

diego pulling ben back to the couch by his hair is such brother behavior

i do love the wanda van. she’s truly iconic

will forever love that five gets the front seat because he’s the old man. if i were his sibling i wouldn’t even try to take it. shotgun is for the senior citizen

the gag about baby shark not being able to stop playing for the entire several-hour long road trip is pretty alright comedy-wise i guess although it would’ve been much funnier if baby shark wasn’t the main goddamn song in the entire season’s soundtrack

i will never shut up about how much i love the love-hate banter from all of the siblings. the actors did such an amazing job bringing the dysfunctional family back to life.

ben getting humbled in the diner was pretty satisfying. sparrow ben i’ve never been your biggest fan but you’ve grown on me

luther’s mention of sloane is so sweet if only she’d been mentioned more than twice

luther is generally adorable i love that man

viktor saying “phones work both ways, yknow” when allison said he didn’t call. i love how much confidence he’s found in himself this season, quite possibly one of the only characters who wasn’t horribly assassinated trait-wise

diego throwing the axes, i love him. also lila’s unimpressed reaction always gets me

klaus with the TAROT CARDS!!!!!! yes please i wish he’d used them more

i do actually like jennifer’s character. the truman-show town thing was so interesting even if it had relatively no effect on the plot for the rest of the season, it had potential but i love that jen matches ben’s freak in the sense that she is absolutely not afraid to call him out on his bullshit

old man five trying to blink :( so sad poor guy

also five immediately pretending to stretch when lila calls him out

once again i love lila and five’s reluctant alliance. why couldn’t they just continue being frenemies for the love of god

five noticing the singular guy looking at them and mentioning it to diego and lila and she says “maybe he likes you” STEVE BLACKMAN YOU COULD’VE PUT FIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE. STEVE BLACKMAN WE COULD’VE HAD A ROMANCE BETWEEN FIVE AND THE ELF STARING AT HIM AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER THAN FIVE X LILA. STEVE BLACKMAN WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME

ben defending jennifer awwwww

five’s subway station to different timelines will go down as being endlessly awesome if only it hadn’t been created solely so steve blackman could fulfill his own weird ass ideas

diego and lila once again trying to convince the other to let them save the day is a very often-overlooked sign of love that i refuse to ignore. they do it like 3 times in the show and it gets me every time

“i have laser eyes im more powerful than you!” “they’re not even working right now!” “they’re gonna work i feel it they’re gonna work!!!!” lila i love you you’re so cute

“I TOOK OUT THE TRASH” hey btw diego it’s not the time

ok but diego’s flip where he redirects all the bullets… idk how i completely forgot about that part (probably because i was busy thinking about all of the other things that i hated) but it was SO fucking awesome stfu

diego and lila collecting reindeer stuffies for the kids even while they’re fighting for their lives is still so adorable

klaus’ positive affirmations. klaus I LOVE YOU

klaus accidentally finding a fake jennifer is so on brand for him NVM HOW DID I FORGET THAT SHE LITERALLY SHOOTS KLAUS

i LOVE the part where luther’s shielding allison and viktor from the bullets. especially when viktor tears out of his grasp like a feral little gremlin and takes out half of the shooters

still don’t know what the hell allison’s power is???? is it the rumor thing except she only has to think it instead of saying it?!!? idk but it’s cool i guess just wish it was explained more!!!!!!

luther’s “i should’ve known, those sconces were too perfect” he’s all upset but i can’t help but smile he’s literally a 5 year old

the car flip is so fucking cool. the glass flying around the van around everybody is so good, the “carol of the bells” is so menacing and simple, five absolutely serving while everyone else is screaming and flinging around in the back

ALSO DIEGO’S ARM GOING OUT TO PROTECT FIVE. fuck i love them so much. STEVE BLACKMAN FUCK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO FIVE AND DIEGO

jennifer’s little “help me, ben” as she gets carried away is so tragic oh my god. and his little reach out to her as she’s taken. fuck

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, jean and gene are such phenomenal villains. nick offerman and megan mulally are phenomenal actors. christ on a cracker why couldn’t they have been utilized in a plot that was actually written well

and that’s the end of the episode! only positivity around here folks! :)

…

just kidding here’s some of the tiny little things i caught that i don’t like / that make literally zero sense

luther screaming “no! no! no” when his monkey body is back (for some fucking reason???) is so heartbreaking the poor guy hated himself 💔

i love the whole subway station thing but how the hell did five accidentally blink into the station when he was just running but couldn’t when he was genuinely trying lmfao

it’s absolutely wild that five deadass blinked accidentally and then just hopped on the subway even though he was just running for his life. if the writers genuinely believed five wouldn’t have immediately returned to help his family and checked out the subway later then they need to be fired immediately. thanks

it will never not be funny to me that literally every single person in the town has a huge gun. was that much security really necessary 😭

the part where klaus dies and they give him marigold even though he stressed 100% that he didn’t want it makes me so sad. i get why they did it (he literally would’ve died if they hadn’t) but the panic in allison’s voice as she holds her dying brother and tries to figure out if it’s right to give it to him against his will is so heartbreaking

KLAUS’ “what did you do?” WHEN HE REALIZES HE’S GOT HIS POWERS BACK IM SOBBING

ok and that’s the end

the first couple of episodes weren’t too terrible in my opinion? so it’s understandable that i’d find plenty more things i liked than i disliked in this episode. also all the things i pointed out that i liked were tiny little details when most of the season’s flaws imo were huge arcs / plot points that span multiple episodes so they might not be as relevant in a post of this format !!

might do this when i watch the rest of the seasons to truly identify if i really am too hard on this season (i don’t believe i am considering how many much smarter people have also stressed the issues with this season but it was fun so i might do it anyways)

anyways thanks for reading goodbye

[sixerstanley]

anon here

care to give us a "director's commentary"?

like if you could talk about the behind the scenes for a fic, what would you like to talk about. Any fic!

ooh thank you anon!

tbh it took me a while to pick a fic to do a director's commentary about, but i think I'll choose my multichap (how can i) say no to this!

directors commentary under the cut hehe

For the idea as a whole, i find it kinda funny because at this point when i came up with the idea, i was not really a teen stans era fan? theyve grown on me a LOT since then, but yeah i was like, i wanna write a fic where stan and ford experiment a bit, but are still pining? because i honestly love when they dont finally resolve things until post-canon, like thats my SHIT i LOVE pining so fucking much

So i remember thinking, well, what about kissing practice? there was a similar type of thing in @frondere's fic Forwards, Beckon, Rebound that rearranged my chemistry completely, with the teens "practicing" kissing, and that very much inspired this fic!

(i had also wrote a lil tumblr ficlet before i actually formally started this fic, i believe i named it "sealed with a kiss". it was only their first kiss though, and i reused it in the full fic!)

As far as some elements for the fic, i was also obsessed with the idea that like, there was something that made ford want to get some room from stan--something else that inspired him to want to go to college and go his separate way

and then i thought, if something went wrong during these lessons, or something related to them, then that would play along with canon events very well!

Stan says something super mean to ford in chapter 2: "People don’t need any more reasons to think you’re a freak!" in his defense, in his mind, stan is doing it out of protectiveness for Ford. the fight with the bullies really shook stan up, especially because they seemed to clock the two of them pretty well. this scared stan SHITLESS, and he truly doesn't want his dumb feelings to make things worse for ford, so he tries to call it off

Ford obviously doesnt take this well and eggs stan on until he snaps. HOWEVER. stan very clearly went too far--and immediately regrets it as soon as he says it.

I kinda wanted it to make it like, you as the reader can sympathize and understand where stan is coming from, but still see that was a low blow. I think they have a silent agreement that stan never calls ford a freak, so to hear that word come out of his mouth really shook him up and upset him.

so yeah, even after they make up at the beach, ford decides to take the pamphlet. In his mind, his feelings are suffocating both of them, and he needs to put some space between them.

Of course, i think this also makes ford's anger so much worse about the broken project because in his mind, stan rejected him. Stan told them they had to stop, and Ford was heartbroken. So when ford tries to do his own thing and thinks stan sabotaged him, YEAH. HES GONNA BE MAD. all of this is off screen of course, but i think its really interesting to consider.

As far as chapter 3, i was so excited to time skip to post canon--where theyre both pining but stan is still struggling with certain bits of his memories. i think again, i just love when theyre longing for each other for forever.

also the DREAMS! THE FLASHBACKS!!!!! they were so fun to write! Stan losing his damn mind and not sure if he should say anything and risk making everything worse.

And chapter 4, the return of carla >:) i love writing a jealous ford. i think stan is more likely to be jealous out of the two of them (crashing carla's boyfriend's car) but ford has like...that sad, jealousy, yknow? thinking hes not good enough, falling back into his insecurities. and of course, we had the infamous peanut butter and jelly comparison, and yeah, its clear that they can both be the jelly. but in fords mind, in that moment, he truly feels like stan might find someone else to spend the rest of his life with, while he only wants Stan

Stan has options--he doesnt.

And that's all ill say about that! Im still working on chapter 5, hoping i can wrap it up nicely with a neat lil bow.

Thank you for this ask! i honestly had way more to say than i thought i had! this was fun, thanks :)

if anyone wants any other commentaries about other fics, dont hesitate to ask!

[isa-ghost]

happy early borth use me as a vessel to infodump about your qphil headcanons immediately that’s an order >:D

This too-broad I Just Wanna Hear You Be Abnormal About Your Guy prompting thing is gonna become an inside joke between us I s2g

I think rather than hcs I'm gonna go on a rant about this sTUPID MOTHERFUCKERS WACK ASS BRAIN. YOU ARE YOUR OWN BIGGEST EMOTIONAL DETRIMENT, YKNOW THAT qPHILLIP MINECRAFT? GOD.

This entire thing applies to AMFMN Phil btw

That son of a bitch is such a MESS. He's so deep in his own bullshit he doesn't even see the times he contradicts himself or acts like a hypocrite.

He has to care for everyone (he feels obligated to as the Usually Oldest And Wisest + being constantly put into the paternal/caretaker role) but god forbid anyone takes care of him, even when he needs it most. When people take care of him he feels like he's failed somehow and he gets this not-quite ashamed or embarrassed feeling, but still Distinctly Uncomfortable And Awkward nonetheless.

He's like thousands of years old and has had more life experience to handle stress 100x heavier than "just a scratch" or "feeling a bit sad." He's spent decades just fucking around risking his life in hardcore mode, which puts near-constant strain on a person. Which has definitely warped his perception of what's too much for himself. He has a HUGE problem with being too critical of when something is or isn't Enough to be "worth" letting himself be upset or down for the count for a while. (In AMFMN he's going to be told straight up he Should Have Literally Died with how bad of shape he'll be in and that's the only reason besides his body being in literal physical shambles that he's going to remain bedridden during the recovery arc).

It's so foreign to him between his habitual isolation (hc life), rarely actually being taken down long-term by any threat, and his own evasion of being the one depending on someone that he just. He doesn't know what to do here. It's like putting socks on a dog and watching them try to walk all weird, he's like What The FUCK Is This?? How Do I Navigate This Situation?? He hates it.

Also survivalist brain hates feeling vulnerable in any way in general obviously, so that's another factor. But FUCK MAN sometimes you NEED to, it's HEALTHY even!! You dumb ass motherfucker!! Like yeah he'll cry, but not in like a Go To His Room And Let Himself Break A Little way, in a "these extremely stressful circumstances are actively happening/ongoing and it's overwhelming me so badly that I couldn't hold this back if I tried" way. Case in point: Ender King's initial arrival and how the kids couldn't see anything, or his actual possession and telling Lullah to flee.

Alternatively if something involves not him but his loved ones, THEN he'll cry. Assuming it's not something he can do anything about (bc then his default reaction is Pissed The Fuck Off and preparing to throw infinite hands). Case in point: the goodbye letters pre-Purgatory.

But generally speaking this idiot is SO BAD at emotional self-care and letting himself be the one looked after for a change, it feeds into a lot of his other flaws (ie: being strong all the time & how he pushes that on Chay). But like. It's not just done out of refusal due to stubbornness.

It's fucking tragic, honestly. He's spent So Long being this way, he just straight up genuinely doesn't know How to be in the reversed role. Like even if he Wanted to be, it's so beyond his comprehension now that he doesn't think he Can. And a shred of why he continues not to just Start is bc he knows deep down that there is SO MUCH shit he's bottled up and buried or ignored over time, esp ever since The Nightmare, that if he let himself stop being a brick wall he'd crumble for so long he doesn't know what he'd be like once he recovered, or if he would even bounce back properly. And he does NOT like the idea of being irreversibly fucked up by properly digesting the trauma and grief and stress he's been through over the last year.

He'd rather truck on and "keep it together for the kids." :)

[grrrrrarro]

Alr yall Eddie Gluskin brainrot part 2 or something. ITS MADE FOR MY PERSONAL NEEDS TO VENT ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM ALR DONT JUDGE scroll down for hyper important notes

Tw: eggie gluskin is his own warning, dub-con???(not really tho), erm eddie gluskin??? Ermmm idk yandere? A bit of nsfw (but there's warning beforehand) ALSO REQUEST OPEN FOR EDDIE SIMPS

Silly Eddie Gluskin headcanons

This idea is my personal one (so prepare). Imagine s/o in that spooky psych ward and she just hangs out around Eddie CUZ LETS BE HONEST HE IS THE SAFEST OPION OUT THERE😭 LIKE rest of people there bearly speak and would bite my toes off. Also I would totally get lost, so fallowing this dude is my best option

Tbh he at least pretends that hes nice😭

Also bro is mesmerised by her cuz 'shes not like other whores' cuz she doesnt scream or run away.

After he got attached (so in like 3minutes) he starts to fallow her like lost puppy and has dumb smile on his face for the whole time

He he w- he when he wh- when he- he when-

He is also very physical🥰 if he cant hug he holds hands, AND he talks a lot too... o my god

the only red flag is that he immediately wants to erm have babies 😔 BRO WANTS TO FUCK ON FIRST DATE😰🤯

Home boy 100% commits cannibalism THERES NOTHING TO EAT HERE ALR

Trying to escape WITH Eddie? Like acually from the ward? Say less

Beats up everyone, litteraly everyone. Somone stands near her in 50meter radius? They are totally dangerous mind if i stab?

Fatherless with attachment issues 👍🧍‍♂️

Loves when s/o sits on his lap, and loves being a big spoon. Litteraly melts when she grabs his hand

He 'invites' her on dates and makes some weird ass food (probably cooked rats) and if she refuses to eat he gonna grab that fork and force it inside her cuz darling you need to stay fed and healthy

He is very into domestic type shit, so if shes okay with becoming housewife he is flying away, blushing, kicking, screaming, begging for more. I mean he still would make her a housewife but its cute that she consents and he doest have to do all this threatening and manipulation stuff to make her do so

If she bakes cookies for him he will litteraly has one of those 'its so cute i want to squash it' moments and cup her cheeks and kiss all over (aggressively)

Believes in zodiac signs and tried to learn tarot once

She has to force him to stop using hair gel he looks like he has boat on his head

Looks like he smells nice but I doubt that

Kinda likes when she tries to run away? let's be honest I doubt that s/o was in love with him from the start, he is some random weird looking dude in hospital after all. So yeah he kinda liked (and still does) enjoy the whole prey/hunter thingy

ALR NOW NSFW TIME YALL CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

Lets start with obvious stuff, breeding kink, whole pregnancy stuff, likes his wife cute and obedient, but its kinda fun to chase her around once per few days, see her fear and panic o m g he loves that

He also fucks whenever he wants really, she has to have really good relationship with him to make him lisen and do what she asks him for (to some degree anyways)

Table, chair, wall, bed that he tortures people on, his bed, floor, any place is a good place to make some love

When he's not horny he is acually romantic (rare) he gives neck kisses, holds hands, talks about his plans for future, makes sure that stuff shes wearing and her hair is in good condition, bare minimum yknow

Also I use she/her and 'wife' stuff cuz even if s/o is the most masculine guy ever he is still cute lady in his eyes or something idc

My guy can do fast and rough or slow and deep. Depents of his mood really, if s/o annoyed him or he's just simply frustrated he will be rough, and do it no matter what she was doing, oh you were doing laundry? Not anymore, hop on this washingmachine, we are going on a ride. If he's in more romantic mood and s/o too, he will pick them up, kiss them, do it nice and deep to make sure that s/o feels everything

Tbh he loves 'hunting his prey (shes the prey lol)' prompt so much! Looking for her, feeling her fear... o my god this gets him going so hardddd

Bite marks on her, Hickeys on him

ALSO O MY GOD HER SITTING ON HIS LAP? omg imagine, s/o riding him, Eddie guiding her hips with hands HE DIES OMG YOIR SO CUTEEE

NOT ME WRITING WHOLE ARTICLE ABOUT EGGIE FUCKING GLUSKIN OMG IM SORRY😭 ALSO I was attacked by horse 2days ago and zapped by electric fence twice, just to buy a kebab, Im a survivor you all

[rrat-king]

Smart Bricker is so important to me! Especially because my thing with the Applebees siblings is they all have at least some level of ADHD in different ways. His thoughts truly run a mile a minute there is always at least 5 things ticking around in his head. Helio gave him ADHD because he knew if he didn't Bricker would lock in so hard he'd ascend to godhood /lh. He also made Bricker grow up in a racist church because he knew if he ever linked up with Adaine and Riz nothing would ever have stakes ever because they'd have it solved like that. Give king like one Fantasy Adderall and he's so focused you're not hearing from him for days.

And like, his siblings know he's fiercely smart as well like he's on Kristen's list of the smartest people she knows. Like she fully believes (though she'd never say this to him because that's embarrassing) no matter what he wants to do with life he can do it because he has the brains for it.

The converse is that if he has no interest in something he does not even pretend to GAF. Like everyone thinks he's bad at like, math because he doesn't try at it but its like he helps C with his homework a lot and he's fine. He just doesn't like math so he sees no reason to bother. Like yknow that kid in the back of the classroom who says ''Miss when are we ever gonna need this in life??'' That's him but 1. He keeps that to himself and 2. He thinks that about math in general. He completely genuinely sees no practical application for math in life.

Arguably him being smart is what enables him to be such a smartass. He's truly that one Mulaney bit that's like ''13 year olds are the meanest people in the world because 13 year olds will make fun of you but in an accurate way, they will get to the thing you don't like about you without even looking at you for long.''

And also as a fun tidbit. I agree he's definitely gay and you'll hate me for this one but his awakening was definitely Ricky Martin. I know he watched the Livin La Vida Loca music video on loop, because he ''liked the song''. Pre-Aguefort Kristen who didn't yet know what a gay person was thought it was just because he appreciated Ricky as an artist. It was not. She figured it out a few months after starting Aguefort but decided to let him realise it first and come to her.

the ricky martin thing is killig me so so much. literally he is obsessed with him but does not get it until he Gets It and. slightly life shattering what do you mean he just likes ricky martin the average amount (no one has had to guts to tell him the average amount is so low)

he has so little interest in the things he has qualified as unimportant. literally what do you mean he is going to use the quadratic formula? magic exists that is dumb and he doesn't care (does he know the whole formula and how to do it but just refuses to cuz it's boring? absolutly). he's one of those kids that is really good at getting the class off topic but the teachers are too charmed by him to stop it which is also. so annoying to his siblings cuz by god do adults like bricker and he doesn't get in trouble for anything cuz of it.

also dude. ur so absolutely right if him and adaine and riz all got together they would truly be such an unstoppable force it's just the issue that he's still dealing with how to be normal around other races cuz he has been so programmed with fucked up info and adiane and riz both have such a low tolerence of tweens. aelwyn can take the scathing jabs cuz she can she come right back at him but riz and adaine are morally conflicted over being mean to a 13 year old which. skill issue on thier part.

sorry yeah the ricky martin thing is going to haunt me and the only thing i can think to add is that it would translate bricker having a crush on ragh if he ever met him

[drinkintrashjuice]

I’m gonna rewrite MID

I’ve always loved this series and the potential it had but it’s kinda…yknow…badly written. I’m not saying my version is gonna be any better, but I just want to write this in a way where I’d love it even more. I’d love any criticism to see if I can make the possible second episode so please enjoy! (Also some characters are renamed or added so I hope you don’t mind) (also also the names might be dumb I’m sorry for that as well)

Episode 1: Your life is on the line

      The world of daemos, divided into 5 kingdoms, all of which contribute to the flow of resources and stability. These kingdoms consist of Umnotho, Noimosýni, Mir, Tohe, and Chikara. The rulers of these kingdoms all attend their yearly meeting, to discuss the blatant immaturity of Chikara

      “Do you know what this could do to our land!?” Yells the Queen of Umnotho, Mothando.

“Not only does this put our people at risk, but this puts your status as king of Chikara at risk.”

      Yakedo, the king of Chikara, scoffs at this threat “you’re implying that you and your army can take me down?” He sits back in his chair “Please keep talking! It’s a very good laugh!”

      The king of Mir, Garmon, interjects. “If I may put advice on to the table Yakedo, doing this has no benefit to you…” As Garmon sees the look on Yakedo’s face, he quickly feels smaller

      “I can think of a thousand reasons this can benefit me! My people are hungry! Losing hope! Our magic is deteriorating!” Yakedo stands up, putting everyone on edge “I need to do this…because none of you are willing to help us in our time of need”

      “How dare you say such a lie!?” Mothando yells “You know all of us have been having the same problems with our kingdoms!”

      “But the difference between you and me…“ Yakedo and his guards start to leave the room “Is that I’m willing to do anything for my kingdom…to keep our status of power.”

      The room is silent all looking at Mothando for any type of response, but her face is nothing but pure hatred for Yakedo.

      “I’ll stop momentarily, as I have a plan to bring magic back to our lands.” Yakedo looks back at Mothando, piercing her with his glare “But if this plan proves unsuccessful…have your most powerful men protecting your kingdoms.” Yakedo leaves, the room is silent.

      “Plan? What does he mean by this?” The queen of Tohe, Wai, inquires.

      “I…I do not know…” Mothando answers, her voice shaky

      “But we must train our men and women, for we do not know how exactly long or short this plan will be.” The rest of the royalty in the room nod in unison, officially ending the meeting

(Wooo text divider woooo)

      “C’mon Asch! I don’t wanna beat you this badly!” The boy saying this is standing over another. The boy on the ground, Asch has burns that could only be fixed by the greatest of medics

      “I…Hitoma …my legs I can’t…” Asch weakly spits out.

      Hitoma scoffs “I’m not even gonna bother to carry you.” He starts to walk away “just wait till father sees you like this…to be honest…I’d hide”

      Asch can’t do anything but watch as Hitoma walks away and be scared for his life. Their father has been pressuring them to be stronger, to fight for their right as king. But no matter how hard he tries, Asch just can’t beat Hitoma. This specific battle has left Asch criticality hurt. His legs have been burnt to the bone, and certain parts of it charred. His torso has been reduced to nothing but cuts and bruises, and his right arm has been burnt till nothing but flesh shows. As weak as this thought is, Asch can’t help but think on whether of this is really what brothers should do. Why would father have two children if only one can be king? He doesn’t think on this for long, as someone who seems to be way taller than him kneels down and inspects him.

      “No…father…I can explain…” Asch’s heart feels as if it’s trying to break out of his body, so he could be dead before he’d have to deal with any punishment his father would have for him.

      This figure doesn’t kick him in the stomach and yells at him to get up though. Instead it gently picks him up bridal style and carries him towards the castle. It said something along the lines of “Don’t worry you’ll be safe” but Asch couldn’t be sure, as he was in a complete daze. He later passes out in the figure’s arms, and he prays this doesn’t prove to be a horrible decision.

      Asch later wakes up in his room. He wasn’t sure how he got there, but he did know that everything on his body hurt like hell. His arms and legs were completely wrapped up in bandages, and were completely cold. He looks around the room and sees the figure that may have brought him here slowly cooling down his burns with its ice magic. This figure is actually Rhys, his advisor.

      “Rhys…? D-Did you take me here..?” He starts to move but immediately hisses in pain and lays back down.

      “Please be mindful of your injuries my prince.” Scolds Rhys, though in a way where it’s meant with no harm.

      “Damn…I really got my ass kicked didn’t I? Haha…” Asch remarks, with deep pain in his voice.

      “I simply don’t see why your father allows your brother to injure you this badly,” Rhys says quickly, “both you and your brothers lives are important for this kingdom”

     “Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m really fucking pathetic…” Asch says, tears threatening to take away the little pride in his voice he has. Rhys eyes widen, and he starts to say something but Asch cuts him off.

      “I can tell you don’t really wanna have this job…being my advisor I mean” tears start to well in Asch’s eyes, making his throat raw.

      “I mean…I wouldn’t want to either…what’s the point if the person I’m working for is just gonna end up dead…” Asch looks up at Rhys “I’m sorry for appointing you for this stupid thing…my brother was thinking on appointing you as an advisor so I kinda did it so he couldn’t” Rhys looks at him worryingly

      “You’re really smart I thought at least some of that could rub on me y’know?” Asch sighs “it’s my fault for thinking you could fix someone this…stupid…fucking pathetic…I can’t do anything right”

      Asch gave up on trying to stop himself from crying and let all his tears out. Rhys didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t used to Asch being this open. He’s not the best at multitasking, but he’ll try to heal Asch both physically and mentally.

      “My prince I think you’re perfectly capable of everything you set your mind to!” He started to rub Asch’s face with his thumb “and I’m not just saying this to save face with you, you’re a great fighter when you’re focused, you care for this kingdom, not to mention you’re rather good looking.” Asch blushed deeply with his eyes wide, but Rhys didn’t seem to take notice.

      “I think that anyone who thinks you’re weak is well…a damned fool!” Asch was surprised, Rhys never really cursed, so he had to mean what he said, even if it’s a light one. He couldn’t help but laugh though.

      It was a hardy one too, he laughed so hard his stomach started to hurt.

      “Sorry for uh…ha! My bad Rhys it’s just…you’re not serious hahaha!” Rhys was confused because, well he genuinely did mean it. At least Asch was better, even if it was just slightly.

      All the atmosphere in the room became dark as Asch’s father, Yakedo entered the room rather suddenly.

      “Rhys? What in the gods name are you doing here?” Yakedo quickly walked towards  Rhys and Asch, getting right in Rhys’ face.

      “My king I’m deeply sorry…I was tending to Asch’s wounds.” Rhys backed away from Asch and came into a salute.

      “I don’t think I asked you to do this.” Yakedo gritted his teeth.

      “Y-You didn’t but I thought you may have appreciated the gesture? I…” Rhys started to increasingly get more nervous and even more stressed out

      “Why’d you say that like you’re not sure? Get out. Now.” Yakedo demanded

      “Y-Yes sir I’m so sorry” Rhys speed walked out of the room and carefully closed the door to not slam it.

      “Son, can you explain to me why your brother told me that you lost? Again?” Yakedo grabbed Asch’s arm and pulled him up, sending Asch into a slightly dizzied haze.

      “Father I’m sorry I couldn’t-“ Yakedo cut him off “Nevermind that, I have a mission for you that you might be able to do, and if not…” Yakedo glared at him “…you will be executed”

      “S-Sir did I mishear?” Asch’s eyes were painted with disbelief Yakedo ignored him and told Asch to follow him, he did as he was told.

      They walked down the absolute maze that was the castle, with many twists and turns in both the hallways and the stairs. They eventually found the castle’s library, where Lady Grandma resided. Yakedo practically bursted through the doors.

      “Oh! My king! Haha! You half scared me to death!” Lady grandma said playfully, while finishing organizing the last of the books she had beside her. Lady Grandma was one of the only people that could talk to Yakedo this casually. Asch slightly envied her.

      “Lady Grandma, if you don’t mind, please tell my son about the mission while I get the rest of the entrants. Lady Grandma nodded and Yakedo walked out of the library.

      “Asch its been a bit since I last saw you! How have you been?” Lady Grandma gestured Asch to follow her and he did

      “I’ve been pretty good” Asch lied “but this mission…what is it?”

      “Ah yes!” Lady Grandma got serious “as I’m sure you know our worlds magic has slowly been declining.”

      Lady Grandma took out a book from one of the shelves and quickly flipped through its pages. She then found what she was looking for and showed Asch. It was a picture of the rhinestones of power.

      “You do know what those are right?” Lady Grandma asked

      “Yeah, these things are our main source of power for each kingdom” answered Asch “there’s one for each kingdom and if they’re taken out of their podiums, the people of that kingdom will suffer some type of illness that’ll wipe it out entirely” 

      Lady Grandma looked at him surprisingly.“I guess you’ve done your homework! Yes, they’re important for our wellbeing” Asch tried to play it off like Rhys didn’t try to hammer it in his head when they were younger.

      “These rhinestones are fueled by the blood of someone who embodies a sin they represent” Asch only kinda remembered that part “it only needs to be replenished every 1000 years, and usually the ruler of that kingdom would sacrifice themselves for this.” Asch thought for a bit. Was that why they had their yearly meeting a bit earlier?

      “Of course your father did not want to die only for this, and because of that the rest of the kingdoms rulers have decided not to sacrifice their lives either, as they think your father may do something malicious as soon as they’re dead.” Lady Grandma grabbed more books off of other shelves.

      “So…how else are we supposed to refill the rhinestones” Asch asked Lady Grandma.

      “Don’t worry! I’m getting to that!” Assured Lady Grandma.

      “Your father had devised a plan to get the blood necessary for the rhinestones, and it involves going to a whole other world” 

      Asch was nothing short of surprised. He shouldn’t be asked to do this, and he desperately wanted some type of out. Yet if he failed his father, he’ll be executed. He’s basically forced to do this and he’s not sure how to handle this fact.

      “Oh! Here comes the rest of the participants!” Lady Grandma pointed out.

      Asch looked behind at the entrance. He luckily saw Rhys but the rest of the other three he didn’t know as well, but he did know their names and their reputation from how his father talked about him. In fact he talked about them more proudly than he did for him or Hitoma. He envies them a bit now.

     The one with pure white hair and green horns was named Leif. He looked as if he was from Noimosýni and he was apparently the kingdoms greatest assassin. Asch has never seen them in action but he has a bit of hope he lives up to his father’s praises.

      The ginger one with orange horns was Noi. He was rather pale and baby faced, and looked like he was Mir and despite him being apparently the “weakest” his father still praised him for having potential. Though even Asch couldn’t deny he was a great medic, with him healing those who were thought to have injuries that would leave them demobilized.

      The tallest one with insanely dark brown hair and light blue horns was named pierce. He looked more Tohe than anything, but he’s the kingdoms greatest warrior. Asch has seen him fight, and he can definitely say that his father isn’t lying about that. His father said he once cleared an entire army of Tohe’s men but he kinda denies that.

      Then finally there’s Rhys. He had dark blue-ish purple-ish horns and was a mix between Chikara and Umnotho. His father gave him his flowers when it comes to studying what was thought to be a dead art, being a mage that is. But he is extremely skilled and Asch has seen him in action a numerous amount of times. Though he could tell his father didn’t like him as much as his mother was Umnotho, and he’s always had lots of issues with their ruler.

      “My son, these four powerful warriors will accompany you on your mission. Lady Grandma, have you told him where exactly they’re heading, I was saving that for last with these four.” Yakedo went to stand by Lady Grandma as she relayed some details Yakedo might’ve forgotten.

      “You five shall go to a dangerous planet called E-urth. It’s thought to have people who can fill in any of the rhinestones and it’s our only hope.” Lady Grandma handed Rhys the scroll.

      “Rhys, I’ve taught you well enough to be able to use things like this and how to contact between worlds right?” Rhys looked as if he wasn’t fazed by the job he just had dumped onto him.

      “Of course Lady Grandma, I won’t disappoint.” He opened up the scroll and started to recite the words written on it.

      “Dear gods of old, let me peer into this world. Let me have the honor of being able to reveal the beauty it beholds, and I give my life to all of you forevermore.”

      The scroll erupted into light, and it flew out of Rhys’ hands. It formed a portal right before their very eyes.

      “We wish all of you the best of luck” announced Lady Grandma “we’ll pray the gods do too.”

      With that, all five of the chosen daemons walked into the portal, not knowing what awaits them.

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      “Goddangit! I’m gonna be fricken late again! Ugh!” A girl quickly ran out her apartment door clearly distressed

      “C’mon you stupid elevator! Open up!” She shifted her weight between her feet impatiently. As soon as the door opened she practically flew in, and obstructed the conversation two people in there had.

      “Sorry!” She quickly states as she hurriedly presses the button to the lobby. When she gets there, she sprints out the door and goes the quickest route to her work.

      “Man…I shouldn’t have listened to Lorelei! I should’ve went to sleep! But noooo I just had to ‘life my best life!’ ‘Cause ‘it’s Memorial Day tomorrow! They won’t make you work!’ Well Lorelei they did!” The girl rants to herself, while ignoring everything around her.

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      The five daemons step out of the portal and scan the area around them. Loud is the best way to describe E-urth. Weird machines honking, possible portals displaying a weird looking human pointing at a picture of a cloud and the sun, the hot sun. Oh gods that sun. It felt as if it was trying to kill them. Maybe it was, for all they could know, everything on E-urth could be sentient.

      “What the hell? Why is everything so hot!? It feels like we’re standing in fire!” Exclaims Leif, clearly not happy with the atmosphere.

      “D-Don’t worry everyone! Surely we can just find the offerings so we can quickly get out of here.” Rhys tries to keep everyone in good enough spirits, but his attempts are interrupted by a human practically yelling into the sky.

      “Dammit! I’m stupid! Nah, that’s not right…everyone’s fuckin’ stupid! Yeah! That’s right! Maybe not? Ugh!” The human looks rather angry but something about it seems as though it’s royalty of some kind

      The way it speed walks and has no regard for the other humans around it has royal qualities. It reminded Asch of a younger version of his father. He quickly started to hate it.

      “We should ask that thing whether it rules here or not” said Pierce “perhaps we could start negotiating on what humans would be willing to come to our world” all five of the daemons walk towards the human

      The human bumps into Noi “Gah! Watch where you’re…going?” The human looks up at the five daemons, clearly confused.

      “Excuse me” Rhys says, unofficially given the job of negotiator “do you happen to rule here? We’d like to have some type of discussion regarding our world.”

      The human stammers, as if she didn’t rule here, but if not then why would she be acting like that?

      “A-And what if I did? I mean…what would happen?” Said the human. This was a pretty good excuse to not go to work today. Besides, she didn’t wanna hear the same talk she’s had time and time again with her manager.

      “Well we’d humbly ask to be taken to your quarters.” Said Rhys.

      Quarters? Like…her apartment? Nah this ain’t worth it she thought

      “Sorry but uh…can’t help ya! Bye!” She tries to run off but Pierce grabs her by the hair and holds her up.

      “What the!? Put me down! That hurts!” The human whines and screams at Pierce but he doesn’t let go.

      “Tell us where you live and we’ll discuss, this isn’t a matter you and your people should ignore.” Pierce says blankly.

      The five daemons and the human then walk down the sidewalk, as the human starts to give up and give them directions.

      Dangit…why did I lie…? Maybe I am stupid thought the human.

      She’ll definitely have to have a talk with her manager after she deals with these psychos, but for now she’s gonna have to act like the queen of the world, queen Ava. It kinda has a ring to it.

If there’s any errors I’m sorry ;-; please tell me what you think! If it’s complete ass pls tell me don’t be afraid lol.

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No need to feel bad about a late reply pup! I know that you were all tuckered out from being a desperate, whining little thing for me 😘 I'm glad I could help you cum a few more times with just the words! And that is a very good point, if you come undone and fuzzy brained at just the words I've been typing, doing everything I'm saying to you in person would be quite the spectacle! 😍 I can only imagine how perfectly you'd fall into a horny, whimpering mess under my touch. I'd absolutely LOVE to find out how pretty your noises get when you are being pleasured, worshiped, praised and more! I wonder how long it would take before you'd be shaking from the pleasure and to wreck you, well, it'd be an understatement to say wreck puppy. I'm sure you'd be able to handle all of it, because you're a good boy, aren't you? 😘 To add a thought to that pretty head of yours, I'm from the UK too, just to let you know 😉

You want to hear more about what I'd fill you with after having you cum your brains away? Well, I'd manhandle you into whatever position I'd like, a mating press sounds fun, doesn't it? 😉 Then I'd make sure you feel the heat from how hard you have gotten me, frotting against your throbbing T-cock, nice and slow so you can feel every vein and every inch against you. I'd do that until you'd be whining in desperation for me to give you what you need so bad, before I would draw my hips back, level my cock with your cunt and sooooo slowly thrust into you, making sure to let you adjust to me, taking as long as you need me to till I get to the hilt. Being fully inside of you, I'd stay there for a while, let you cockwarm me and let your body get used to the feeling of my throbbing cock inside of you 😘

I'll happily continue if you'd like puppy, but I want to make sure you understand exactly how I'd take you. Laying claim to such a gorgeous, eager to please little pup would be nothing short of incredible! 😍🤤

I hope you slept well and have a lovely day! 💖

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ohhhmygod ,,, yknow every time i get an ask from you i think that you can't possibly get me any more desperate than i have been previously,, and every time, you manage to prove me very very wrong >_< !!! hfjdhhfhhh you always drive me sososo crazy it's unreal !?? can't tell you just how badly i need to be under you,, how badly i need to feel you all over me nd let you do whatever you want to me as i whine and beg for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 !!! and mhmm i am a good boy!!! i'd be able to handle it <3<3 gghh,, knowing we're from the same place just drives me out of my mind even more,, can't help but imagine what would happen if you finally managed to get your hands on me !? the thought of it is sooo so enticing...!!

mmm i saw the words 'mating press' and immediately got dizzy ohhhmygod yes!! yes you're right it does sound fun ^_^ !!! sooo much fun,,, i wouldn't resist being manhandled at all, turning completely pliant in your hands,, with how mindless i'd be at this point, it's not like i could resist, anyway!!! my brain would only be able to focus on one thing,,, the feeling of you and just how badly i want you inside me !! ouugh,, and the frotting would only send me even deeper down into the depths of my desperation,, i'd try to be good and wait, but at that point i'd be sosososo needy that i wouldn't be able to stop myself from squirming beneath you, arching my back nd bucking my hips up in some frenzied attempt to quicken the action, begging you to fill the aching emptiness inside me,,, and ggod i can't even imagine how good your cock would feel 😵‍💫 ??? i've only ever had my own fingers inside of me,, and those are totally incomparable >_< !! it'd take me a while to adjust, for sure,,, but fhjdhfhh the fullness and the heat would have me melting completely,, turning me into nothing but a dumb little cock-drunk thing for you to use <3<3

and !!! i'd loove for you to continue omg... these always have my imagination running so crazy i can't get enough >_< .. thank you for this hehe <3 ive been doing wonderfully!!! i hope you have, too!!