#DONT ASK ME HOW I DID I JUST DID IT IT WAS HARD

[grotesquevi]

cw # 18+ mdni, jock!vi x ballerina!reader, gay situationship, yearning, public sex, babyagnst, spit, fingering, oral sex, based on a nonnie ask, long headcannons? dont know what the hell this is. wc: 3k

jock!vi who's giving you hell of a rough time lately after she admitted the fact she's not ready for anything serious, making you cut any tie that linked you back to her cause a heartbreak is nothing but a pain in the ass. tossing yourself to an exhausting routine you've been following religiously.

jock!vi who spends the first two weeks — or is it a month? keeping herself busy, cause she cannot afford being sentimental, admit that she needs you back, that she's actually scared of feeling anything else more than this anger that dictates her movements, something that will get her away from her comfort life.

"practice is closed to public," she deserves the coldness in your voice, the way your gaze is so quick to find hers through the mirrors and look away, still in that fucking uniform she loves—. "you can't be here."

ballerina!reader who's always wrapped in pink. pink uniform. pink nails. pink ribbon holding your hair there in a bun as vi once again find herself looking after her boxing practice. matches so damn good with her own hair it's almost a joke to remember how devastating you are in her eyes.

how did she get there anyway? when did her mind played tricks on her long enough to make her change the path to her bike all the way up to the ballet studio? like she already belonged there after all the times sneaking out the weight room to see you practice. she made fun of you at first, but now? fuck, it's so hot when you mention some movement's name in remarkable italian, making her big hands hold your waist when you're spinning in one leg and vi's mesmerized by the grace of it, the delicacy, how you seem to be everything she's lacking.

"no, don't go" the pink haired begs as she notices how you were already gathering your stuff, tossing your shoes to the gym bag still in your pointe shoes "don't go. i need to talk to you... please."

her mind drift away as she speaks, can't help it cause see you again is much like breathing a deadly flower. you're so quick to settle back in her system, ready to live under her skin if asked. you're sweaty, heavy breathing cause hell, you always push yourself harder than the rest, you always stay there an hour of two cause you can't stand disappointment, being less than you force yourself to be even when vi's repeating again how good you are every single time she's there looking, on a sleek suit (and a huge bruise in the right eye) making everybody stand up when you're up on the stage, nervous as ever when you pick up her bouquet of flowers in the end, holding it tightly against your chest.

"five minutes. you just have five minutes and i’ll leave. got better things to do."

fine, whatever. she can actually do it in fucking three.

jock!vi who thinks she's not going to be that pathetic for the first fifty seconds until her tongue takes over and she's spitting truth after truth without any filter at all: maybe she's tired, maybe practice leaves her dry and unable to think for herself, maybe you're the one who has that crazy spell over her, wrapped around your finger even when she tried so hard to avoid it.

"i miss you so much," the words came out of her mouth since her brain can fuck off right now, her own body making decisions on its own — "i'm so tired of pushing you away, of trying to turn off my feelings for you cause i like to pretend i don't really understand them. and i'm so fucking sorry for it."

"no more bullshit, promise to me" you state, and vi can see the tension still lingering on your shoulders, making you stiff and constantly stressed. "if you make me mad i will dump you-"

jock!vi who takes your words as an invitation when she's pulling on that little transparent skirt wrapped around your waist she don't understand at all, one that covers nothing, but its enough to get you closer, to make you shut up, give you time even, to pull away if you wanted to.

and her kisses are messy like everything she does, cause vi has no control over her necessity over you, on how it makes her hands shake almost of the withdrawal of medication, her mouth's all over — invading like a battle of the middle age, your knight who’s taking until you're out of breath and she can see how swollen your lips are, how your gloss rest now in her skin too.

"don't get any weird ideas, vi. not here."

"yes, whatever you say. now come here you fucking tease," she tries to be funny for a damn second, tries to be cool even when her tone is fileld with desperation, tossing her boxing gloves and her own gym bag to the floor. "won't do nothing weird, just need a few kisses."

her arms wrap around you like you're something sacred, a victim of her good intentions overshadowed by a layer of bad behavior, can't think of consequences or anything else more than how good you fit against her, how you keep her warm, complete.

"i can't stop thinking about you," vi's breathing against your neck before pressing soft kisses against the side of it, gentle bites cause she lacks of force now that she's sore and tired after practice, letting her own desires speak for their own, her mouth betraying her own brain — "i can't stop thinking about this, about us and what we have."

"and what do we have huh? i'm not really aware."

"i dunno. you tell me."

ballerina!reader who stumbles over her own words, nervous as ever cause vi's too close, too cocky, too confident for her own good. her teeth pull on the skin of your neck, and you're openly whining about your next presentation being close to the weekend and how you cannot be suffering from her hungry hickies.

"behave," you almost beg her, but it's too late for that already when she's nodding at your words and you know how it works: when she's giving you the reason but she's not capable of stopping herself from taking what she wants, when you cant remove yourself from her either since you have poorer self control as well. that would've explain why she's all over you still, why her hands are so quickly to grab your ass in response, roughly squeezing both cheeks only to get you closer to her.

"i am behaving," vi replies convinced she has it under control—. "you'd be in much more trouble if i weren't behaving."

"vi-"

"please, don't you think i've suffered enough already? that i've missed you long enough?" it's almost a plea, ready to beg if you wanted so. "there's no one around but you and me- don't make me beg, practice's over, this is my time and you're taking it away from me..."

how can you ever deny her special needs?

jock!vi who's touch get more and more demanding by the seconds, almost forgetting where she is still, like the mirrors don't replicate the image of her groping on all the right places, touching and enjoying the curves of your body, the smell you've been reeking after been jumping around, twirling and dancing your guts out.

"it’s the damn uniform" the boxer admits, almost ashamed of having to admit her lack of jurisdiction— "the fucking uniform-- s'making me think a lot."

“i can't change it, pretty sure its mandatory.”

"i'm not complaining. the designers here- really onto something. makes me think pretty nasty stuff when i see you," its a new confession when she's making sure to coax as close as possible, until there’s no more space and she’s all you can breathe. "stuff that would make you remember me we're in public and not in my dorm room in that voice of yours when you're mad" — "pulling a restraining order on me."

jock!vi who has trouble in not messing with you: how is she supposed to not pull the soft ribbon holding your hair only to watch it fall against your shoulders? you're furrowing your brows together but you cannot be mad at her when she's stealing a new kiss in response, not like this anyway.

"don't give me that look, it was already falling. sides i'm keeping it" doesn't matter how sweaty you are, how you scrunch your nose when her fingers get under the tight grip of your leotard that got vi mentally thanking on how summer makes you not wear those sheer pantyhoses you use in winter, cause your underwear's thin enough to be good as damn nothing and it gives vi enough access to touch — "i missed you. shit- i missed you so much."

tightening the grip in your waist, she's cornering you against the wooden ballet barre, almost making you see the tattoos on her back since she's wearing this damn tank top and hell; the mirror gives access to every detail, every muscle: if she's doing that on purpose? her success is imminent.

jock!vi who's turned on by the adrenaline rush, who's muscles burn after a rough session of training, after eternal minutes of running under the sun. vocal already cause fuck: this is medicine for the soul.

"gonna fuck you here so everyone knows who you belong to" she states, making your head spin, "if someone comes in, well they better be thanking me for keeping their star dancer in peak cardio shape. you're damn welcome too."

"interesting. are you always this horny after practice?"

ballerina!reader who contrary to all beliefs, it's actually very bad at remembering why it's a bad idea all sudden, when the cold mirror makes you shiver at the unexpected contact, the perfect excuse on why you’re experiencing goosebumps everywhere the jock's touching.

"ten minutes," vi promises already fond of the mirrors, of both of your figures mixing up in the image that repeated all over again in a room with such a rich space, so much that made it felt crowded even when there’s only two people there. "i promise, just ten minutes. no one has to even know."

"if i don't cum in ten minutes, we are finishing this in my room."

"the showers."

"i said. my damn room, needy mess."

"well. ten minutes it's actually a lot in situations like this. generous even."

jock!vi who's dropping to her knees seconds after, not as sign submission but devotion, of the love that flourished when she's making you rest your leg right against her shoulder. her hand push your waist against the mirror, and you have to hold the barrer cause vi catches you flying low, hella low when it makes your legs shake in nothing but the expectancy of it.

"amazes me how you stand there and have the audacity to call me needy when i'm not even touching you," you'd reply, sassy, intelligent as ever cause even when you're turned on, you can think still, at least until she's using a hand to spread you open, using the wet of her mouth to lick over the fabric of your ballet uniform until it latches to your cunt after, make it stick to your skin like's not there and you're too invested into looking to say anything at all — on how you need that leotard for tomorrow, how you should've accept her shower idea.

"you're needier than me, if that doesn't made it clear" you're mumbling something about needing her to shut up, however, vi's not playing around when her spit mixes up with your own arousal, covering her chin, landing on her tongue when spreading you apart with the skilled muscle of her mouth. just a few touches and its enough to pay special attention to your clit, to make your hips move slowly against her face.

so good. she's making the fabric of the spandex to the side and before you can say something about how she's testing her limits, she's coating two fingers with your own need, lubricating them to push them against your entrance.

ballerina!reader who keeps eye contact like a damn champion when vi admitted one time how much it turns her on, how her blue orbs stare at yours while eating you, her fingers slowly pushing inside until she's knuckles deep. she’s kind, nice even giving you time to adjust, to savor the moment as you cunt seems to squeeze her digits as a warm welcome, as a way of driving them deeper, somehow rougher.

"oh good fuck," vi moans when she has the perfect look of your pussy opening up for her fingers "fuck- this is so hot. so hot sucking my fingers until there's no space.”

"no fucking-"

"no fucking" she promises, lies lies lies—. "i don't see how this could be considered fucking. we'd call it quick fun from now on."

and the boxer's entranced by the smell of you right over her nose, how you move right against her face, looking down, burning holes in her skin through the reflection. vi’s her knees are sore, puffy lips, she's always been messy in general, but today? today it takes the fucking cake when vi's unaware of her own shirt being stained but the combination of fluids, a testament to the comeback, to the need of being one.

jock!vi who likes to make you watch. makes you entranced to the way her arm flex every time she thrusted her fingers inside, how the flesh disappeared and the room's filled instead with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to travel in space. she's having no damn mercy when her digits curve all the way in, when she forgets about the barrier of layers of your leotard and she becomes pussydrunk instead, starved and hallucinating on whatever hallucinogen you carried on your sweat.

"do you see that?" vi asks, voice rough, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to your swollen cunt—. "gonna fuck you in front of mirrors all the time now. see those pretty tits bouncing, the dumb expression in your face- mhm we're definitely fucking in front of the mirror in your dorm."

jock!vi who's a pervert every single time. who's panties dampen while impatiently trying to rub her legs together, soothe the ache. she's such a visual learner she gets off at the sight of you, from your erratic movements, the way she's using actual force to keep you standing, leaning against the mirror and not crumbling in her arms.

you try to be silent and it's so damn nice to see you like this, to know how she's reducing you to pieces when your biting your lower lip hard to muffle the sound of your moans, how you cunt suck her fingers until they're fully in, open, warm and inviting, vi’s ready to cum from the sight only.

you're so in control all the time, snarky comments, sarcastic as fuck, you always have something to say until she's turning your world to misery, until she’s tormenting you, consuming every thought, every inch of your being, installed in your lungs.

"c'mon stay on your feet," vi says, blushing at her own words cause she's supposed to be the one who's able to carry you around, used to always move you around at her needs — "m'tired too baby. do it for me."

her words slur together, her mouth's getting tired, her muscles burn now as they keep moving, keep fucking you against the soreness installing on her body after the adrenaline's already settled.

"yes-" you reply trying to be of help, pulling on vi's hair cause it's so long now you can actually play with it, tug it and wrap it around your digits. “i’m trying i promise, i’m trying.”

good girl. she'd try to vocally praise you, but vi's too invested in making a feast out of you, on have you making the most delicious sounds as she's pulling the leotard entirely to the side and her tongue finally swipes from all the way to your abused hole back to your clit, face-deep in your folds cause no. it’s simply not enough.

ballerina!reader who can't help but be loud when peaking. who's clumsy when falling, unable to hold her weight anymore. who got vi closer than ever when you finally cum, pushing her closer, rougher than before. half lidded eyes, drool on the corners of your mouth: that's the look vi wants to see on your face every day, the look of being throughly spend, used.

she's working you through it like it wasn't already enough. like she isn't pushing on your boundaries enough as she overstimulates you. insatiable, ravenous, eternally greedy when it comes to you.

"sweet fuck," you breathe out, tangled limbs, sticky and damn dirty at this point—. "do you think anyone saw?"

"no" she replies, but in reality, vi doesn't care about been seen "we were quick. pretty sure it was less then ten minutes also."

both of you're unaware of the camera hidden in the right corner of the room at least until next practice when your soul's leaving your body:

camera. she ate you out in front of the security camera.

so vi heard it multiple times already when she’s wrapping the pink lace of your hair now in her favorite boxing gloves: she has such good intentions, but she's a victim, as usual, of her bad behavior.

[gyurilla]

next mistake - i dont careee

synposis: sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.

wc; 573

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you stood outside jaehyun’s classroom, your phone clutched in your hand.

he hadn’t told you where you two were going today. no text, no update, you knew it was going to be a short hang out before he had to dip for volleyball practice

you waited because it was jaehyun. and honestly? you didn’t really mind.

his class over, but yet he hadn’t showed you waited, didnt text him. just wait..

10 minutes passed, the door finally swung open.

and there he was.

jaehyun stepped out with a calm expression, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hand through it all class. backpack slung over one shoulder. eyes scanning—until they landed on you.

“sorry, did you wait long?” he asked, voice low and casual like he didn’t just make your heart skip

you shook your head, trying not to smile too hard.

“you never told me where we’re going.”

he smirked, walking past you like he expected you to follow.

“i know.”

you blinked. “that’s it?”

“yup.”

“…you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you’re still here.”

you hated how he was right.

but you followed him anyway.

you didn’t know where jaehyun was taking you, but once you stopped in front of the small arcade tucked between a laundromat and a chicken shop, your eyes lit up.

“no way.”

he glanced at you, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“thought you’d like it”

“i love it,” you grinned, already stepping inside before he could say anything else.

the place was loud and chaotic in the best way—bright neon lights, the clack of tokens dropping, high schoolers who just finished their school day

“okay,” he said, trailing behind you as you scanned the rows of games. “what do you wanna lose at first?” he nudged your shoulder

you shot him a look.

“you’re funny”

jaehyun chuckled, heading toward the basketball hoops.

“let’s settle this then.”

“myung jae, you will lose!!” you said

as the timer started, you glanced over at him—eyes narrowed in fake concentration, tongue slightly poking out as he shot the ball.

he looked so unserious. so silly. so him.

then it was 20 seconds on the timer

jaehyun laughed as you barely missed your last shot, hands on his knees like it was the funniest thing ever.

“you were so close,” he teased.

“i was distracted” you huffed, but you were smiling.

it was too easy with him. too natural. the way he leaned close, the way he handed you tokens without a word, the way he kept looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

you liked being around him. more than you should.

but you couldn’t fall for him.

you just couldn’t.

not when he was sungho’s best friend.

not when sungho already looked at you like you were some kind of problem he couldn’t get rid of.

sungho, the reason you’d kept your head down around the team since the semester started. sungho, who already hated how his friends talked about you.

—

the hour flew by and before you knew it, jaehyun was checking the time on his phone, frowning just a little.

“i gotta go, practice.” he said, his voice low

of course.

jaehyun—the captain, the reliable one, the one who always had to show up for the team.

you nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

“oh i forgot, captain!” you teased a little

he chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“i’ll see you around, yn!”

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[peanutheaddd]

Hiiii peanut!!!💖💖💖 Hope you're doing well!!! I had a question regarding your divine liberation au!!! I know the ending of it would be with them not really being in a relationship, or at least, not a relationship in the usual society standards (they reek of queerplatonic and ace relationship to me, kicking my feet so hard/vvvpos), and that it would end with lp and petey traveling the world, but!!! Would petey give dogman something to make it easier for him to call him up, if he was in trouble, or just if he wanted to see him again?? A way to summon him, without necessarily using a ritual, although the mental image of dogman using one to call him up is admittedly very funny, hehe!! Hope you have a nice day/night!!!💖💖💖

the way i said oh my goddd sabbiieee my goat over and over again when i read this ask OHHHHHHH MY GYAATTTTT YUOR BRAIN IS MASSIVE MY GOOD GOAT

and YESSS BROOOOOO THEYRE SO QPR IM SICK TO MY STOMACH. i love making them aromantic #winning

okay like in my head bc theyre technically not on explicitly good terms theres no reason for dm to need to get back into contact with him very often . and also bc they dont. NEED each other. theyre both overall enjoying their individual lives even without the other person . its just that seeing the other person makes it better . yk.

also rhey both trust that theyll be seeing each other in mostky regular intervals so theres no . desperation or anything. even if they miss each other theyre like i just have to thug it out for a few more weeks/days and ill be able to see him . like theyre both winning the repression olympics . whenerver they miss the other person they just pretend liek they dont . and it basicaly works out for them LMFAOOOO

ok my response got kinda long so rest of it is under cut LMFAOOOO

in my head petey visits once every couple months ina mortal disguise . hes not good with the kids but he visits regularly enough that the kids like him . they cling to him and hes like scram losers as hes holding onto a bag full of treats for them that hes gonna give to dm . KMFAOOOO also lp is there too obvs also in mortal disuise . the kids loooooove him hes like a cool older cousin type .

dm is . relatively closed off. hes not cold by any means but he has a tendency to be a little serious. i think of divlib dm as kind of like a military dog . guide dog . basicaly js a dog thats been through a Lot of discipline a lot of rigorous training. dogs where even after they retire theyre still a little uptight bc its hard to unlearn allat.

but he does loosen up a little when petey comes to visit . and i think the kids like that. bc they love dm and they can tell pt makes dm feel more comfortable . just another adult that he evidently cares about when hes usually surrounded by kids 24/7 . not that he minds ofc he runs the orphanage for a reason and he loves it . pt + lp js give him a little break

i think once dm starts to age and he looks noticably older petey starts visiting way more often . i think initially he doesnt even realize just how short dms life span is compared to his so when he realizes that dm is actually Aging. and he hasnt been seeing him nearly as much as hed like. and that he doesnt rlly have much time left with him anymore. then he starts visiting way more often .

i reckon dm kinda teases him about it and petey gets embarassed but he still keeps visiting often . and then dm stops teasing him bc he does appreciate it ultimately . and he can tell petey . is actually scared of him dying one day . so hes not gonna touch that nerve by making fun of him . he knows it probs took every bone in peteys body for him to kinda make it obvious he cares about him by visiting more often esp more so for him to keep visiting more often even after dm teased him about it .

Woah that was literally Completely unrealted to ur ask . how did we get here. they call me yappatron 3000. hem hem. anyways. as for your ask.

because of their soul bond its actually pretty easy for dm to get peteys attention bc all he has to do is hurt himself . i reckon petey usually ignores small one off injuries bc dm gets hurt sometimes just . while living . and its barely noticable anyways bc if smth only hurts a little for dm then petey can barely register it . dm is a grown ass man and petey knows this . hes having a good time w his son so hes not gonna drop everything and go to him for some minor injury . he knows dm can handle it . i think if petey tried to coddle dm it would piss him off anyway . so it works out for both parties !!

if petey can actually feel an injury and feel it Really well then he immediatley hauls ass to dm bc that means he got injured Badly. which literally never happens Lol. maybe he falls off a ladder like Once but thats it . id reckon it freaks him out Really bad tho . bc on his end all he can feel is just. a pain. and he has no idea what the source is . also he cant tell if dm died from the injury or not . he has no way to know until he actually goes to see dm physically. so yeah .

but anyways allat to say that dm usually gets peteys attention by hurting himself over and over again LMFAOOO. just punching a tree a few times . which just feels like a small ache to petey over and over again. and then he can tell dm is trynna get his attention bc theres no other reason for him to be getting injured in this specific fashion . and then petey shows up and is like WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT.

but again this is a rare event LOL . i reckon if it happened often then petey would set smth up so he could contact him without hurting himself over it . but bc it doesnt happen enough neither of them rlly care enough to set up an easier communication method .

i really like the idea of him summpnoing him tho thats funny asf. maybe he does use a typical demon summoning method once just to prank him LMFAOOOOOOOOO the imagery of a priest performing a satanic ritual... hem hem... quite awseom methinks....

[alealuvshayden]

ts was the ask.. i lost it. m‘sorry mamas @hearts4sammonroe

William Beeman - FLUFF / ANGST

William Beeman x reader

Visiting Will‘s parents wasnt a challenge. They loved you like one of their own. But it was hard when you and Will were mid—argument and you were giving him the silent treatment.

Arguing was never big for you two. The marriage wasnt perfect by any means, but you tried to work things out. Not this time though. This time it boiled inside of you. It was something you couldnt handle anymore and thats how it turned big.

Washing the dishes after dinner was usually peaceful, Will in the living room watching some movie. But yet again—not this time.

You didn’t realize how tense you were until you slammed the dishwasher door harder than usual.

Will sat on the couch, eyes glued to his phone, while the trash still sat by the back door—bag sagging and smelling bad. You’d asked him twice to take it out.

But it wasn’t really about the trash.

It was the laundry piling up, the groceries running low.

“Will,” you said, voice calm but firm, “I asked you to take the trash out.”

Without looking up, he muttered, “I said I’d do it.”

You felt the frustration rise. “You only notice things then I point them out.”

He finally met your gaze. “You act like I do nothing.“

You dismissed him. Approaching your shared bedroom, grabbing his pillow and a blanket. You went back into the living room and threw them on the couch.

„Seriously? We‘re doing this?“ Will huffed.

Again—no answer, just quietly walking away and tried getting the sleep you so desperately needed.

Then came the trip. A car ride from New York to Ohio was no joke. Especially when you guys were mid—argument. Occasionally Will would stop the car at a convenience pump store to smoke. You would go and buy Redbulls.

When you arrived it was tense. Will stopped the car in the driveway of the big family house Will‘s family had. ”I dont wanna argue in front of my parents so act normal. Got it?“

You only nodded. Understanding where he was coming from. It wouldve been so awkward. Of course.

Both of you exited the car, Will opened the trunk and grabbed the suitcases.

Will‘s parents greeted you both, his father patting Will on the back and his mother kissing your cheek. ”Oh sweetie im so glad you finally visited again!! I was starting to miss my baby daughter.“ and you smiled. You loved your mother-in-law.

Will led you in by keeping a hand and your lower back and you dismissed him, squirming away.

The whole week was just awkward. Not with the in-laws. But with Will. Sleeping in the same bed again was terrible. Sad almost.

First night almost led into another argument. Second night.. well.. there was no talking. Until Will‘s mother approached the situation one morning. You two were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family.

”Sweetie, i know something‘s been bothering you two. You know you can talk to me..“

”I-I know, ma.. Its just that Will doesnt do anything without having to tell him. And if i do he‘ll say he‘ll do it and never do. Like taking out the trash.. and so on. Its not specifically big but.. I dont like it. And i dont like arguing.“

”Oh i know exactly what you mean. I didnt raise Will to be that kind of man but i went through hell with him too.“

”Like what..?“ you asked curiously.

”Like he never cleaned up after himself. Not his bed, his table. Nothing. So i get where youre coming from. And i really hope you two rekindle quickly. Well—no i hope Will comes to his senses and apologizes.“ she smiled and chuckled. You smiled back.

Little did you know Will was about to approach the kitchen but decided to listen to you two. That night, in bed, Will wrapped his arms around you sweetly. He was actually really guilty for flipping out and not helping out.

The warmth was familiar, something you had missed dearly. He leaned in to love on you with kisses and little love bites. „M‘sorry baby.. I really am..“

You turned to face him but he quickly pressed your back, back against him. He didnt want you to see his slightly tear—filled eyes.

”Will I-“ And he interuppted you.

He knew you all too well, what you were about to say. ”No. No you dont apologize, baby.. Im in the wrong m‘kay..?“

And with that you nodded.

You were glad Will made his mind up, not knowing he listened on your conversation with his mother.

The rest of the night was spent with deep talking, occasional kissing and giggling, trying to stay quiet so you wouldnt wake the others. As if you were teenagers again.

IM REALLY SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG @hearts4sammonroe i had to find ideas.

threw in some slight? angst?

anyways im working on a few requestsss not revealing much but im about to bless yall with smut.

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divider: i dont remember anymore sowy. dont jump me.

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[faghubby]

Giving her space

I stood and watched as my best friend, Devan drove his cock into my wife of 10 years, Jen, I was in shock, I looked around was anyone else here, could anyone see. Devan held her by the hips as he fucked her with such force she would of fallen over if he hadn't been holding her so tight.

"Fuck me, yes I need your big cock" Jen squealed.

"Paul, your wife is the sweetest piece of ass, I can't keep my hands off of her" Devan told me. I was still looking for anyone a car pulling in. This was a busy rest stop, had a lovely view of the river below.

"He can't fuck me like you can" Jen told Devan. As she said that I heard our daughter call out she had been asleep in the car. I rushed to check on her. Devan never slowed.

"God yes" I heard Jen call out as she came. And then Devan grunting quiet. I turned to see them both adjusting their clothes and let Allie out of the car to run around a bit before we got back on the road. Devan headed towards the bathroom. As Jen came up behind me. She kissed my neck.

"I am so glad you are okay with this" she said.

"If it makes you happy, I just wish you be a little more discreet" I sighed.

"No you dont" she grabbed my crotch she was right I was rock hard.

"I understood you needed to experiment. But how much longer do you think" I muttered frustrated.

"Baby, you just watched me cum on your best friends thick 8 inch cock. Will you stood by and did nothing. Do you think I would give that up?" Jen told me. Before I could answer Allie came running up.

"Daddy I saw a squirrel" she announced with the excitement only a three year old could have.

"Wow, that's great where?" I said matching her excitement she took my hand and led me across the small clearing pointing to a tree. When we got back Jen was leaning against Devan his arms holding her around the waist.

"We should get going" Jen announced and we piled back into the car. It was my car but Devan drove. While I sat in the back with Allie.

"Next stop home" I told Allie.

"Yeah" Allie cheered.

It had been an eye opening trip, several months ago. Jen had come to me and confessed she had an affair. Or at least wanted to. She had met with Devan over lunch, she originally had asked him to lunch to talk to him about me. What she could do to "fix" our marriage. I had never suspected anything was wrong. But apparently Jen was just frustrated. We had met young. She thought maybe she missed somethings. She had broke down at lunch, telling Devan how she had not even cum in months. It ended with Devan and her kissing and petting heavily but they both stopped before it went further. That night Jen confessed to me about it.

"What can I do?" I asked not sure how to fix this.

"Give me space" she sighed "let me explore with out the guilt of cheating on you" she said almost in tears. I thought about it for a few days. Jens mood darkened.

"I don't truly understand, but" is all I said. Jen jumped up and kissed me. That was months ago. Jen and Devan had been getting together twice a week sometimes more since then. While Jen and I still had sex it seemed more like she was doing me a favor then anything else. And it was much less frequent once ever two weeks. I had bought this up a few weeks ago.

"I think we should take Devan with us when we go up to the lake" was Jen's answer. "So you can see why" I didn't really like the idea but agreed. The first night I watched Devan fuck Jen on the deck. There bodies glistened with sweat. I was amazed how rough Devan was, and how much Jen responded to it. I couldn't remember Jen and I having sex outside the bedroom. And here they where outside fucking loudly their voices echoing over the lake. At least once a day during our 5 day stay Devan and her fucked. The only thing that seemed to stop them was Allie, if she was awake and around he was just "Uncle Devin" as she called him. I even slept in the spare room with Allie giving them the bed together. I walked in on Jen sucking Devan's cock one morning. I was in awe as I watched her take it all down her throat. I had never even asked her to suck my dick. She did it once that I could remember.

"Last night he took my ads, baby" she told me later that day. When she told us we should go out in the canoe with out her. Later I spent time catching turtles and frogs with Allie down by the water. We could here them back out the house. I told Allie it was just some raccoons. I have to admit alot of it was like watching live porn, I felt jealous to he left out.

We arrived home after dropping Devan off. Allie went to check to make sure all her stuffed animals where okay, and tell them about all the real ones she had seen. As I went to unpack.

"I neglected you all week" Jen cooed in my ear.

"Jen! Allie is just" I started her hand reached into my shorts. She rubbed my hard cock.

"Do you understand why I need Devan now?" She asked.

"But Jen" I moaned,

"Shh" she nibbled on my ear and continued to jerk me off. My shorts now around my ankles.

"Devan wants me to deny you access" she whispered. "Could you do that become a denied cuckold?" She asked. We had never discussed it but that's what I was wasn't I. I thought. She was stroking me slow teasing me.

"I could convince him to allow you some special days, anniversary. Your birthday." She continued. I couldn't hold back and shot my load all over the pile of dirty clothes in front of me.

"Your washing them now" Jen laughed smacking my butt. I pulled up my shorts. And grabbed the clothes. As I started loading the washer. Jen reappeared.

"You know you can't wash my sexy panties in the machine" she smiled. As I picked up a white lace thong. Jen never wore things like this for me. "You know some cuckolds like washing there cheating wife's panties by hand" I just looked at her with a look that said I don't think so. She smiled and went to play with Allie. I picked up her little yellow bikini she had worn. And noticed it was stiff. God it was Devan's cum I realized throwing it in the sink with her panties and bras to be hand washed.

Later that night as we got into bed. I looked at Jen she wore cotton brief panties and an old oversized tee shirt. I thought how she had worn sexy panties and silky nighties for Devan. I curled up to spoon her.

"Thought we agreed to special occasions" she laughed. "Well I guess you could" she pushed my head under the covers. I pealed off her panties and buried my face between her legs. It wasn't lost on me that I was sucking and licking where Devan's cock had been only a few hours earlier. She moaned and came softly after 10 minutes or so. I laid next to her hoping to get a little attention myself.

"Maybe Devan is right we should lock you in chastity" she giggled as my hard cock pressed into her thigh. "You can wait. And no taking in your own hands either. She told me.

The next morning Jen ran out the door telling me she had to see Devan. I spent the day taking care of Allie. At nap time I realized that the sink in the laundry room was still full of Jen's delicates. I sighed and filled the sink hand washing them all. Knowing she was off right now making more. I was hard thinking about her and Devan. Picturing them as I had seen them all weekend. I wasn't even half done when Jen came home and found me washing her things.

"OH here" she said pulling her panties from under her skirt and handed me her cum soaked red underwear. I took them my face flushed. She giggled again and left me to finish.

Jen was sipping tea on the patio. When I was finished. I sat next to her. I ran my hand over her knee. She spread her legs showing me. Devan's cum was encrusted in the small patch of hair she kept. She had not cleaned up.

"Are you on birth control" I asked.

"You think to ask now?" She burst out laughing. "Why afraid someone will notice your child is black" she continued. Then smiled " Yes I am on birth control she told me" I realized it was silly to ask now but it had not occurred to me before now. Her legs still spread. She flaunted her swollen used pussy.

"Have you thought about tasting us?" Jen asked. I made a face of disgust. She just smiled. "You made a similar face about washing my panties" she stuck her fingers into herself.

"Take your shorts off" she told me. I looked around. "Take off your shorts and undies now" she repeated. I was nervous I stood and dropped my shorts and underwear. Right out in the open, the neighbors might see. I thought. Jen took her cum covered fingers and lubed my cock.

"Jerk off use your friends seed to jerk off" she told me. This was too wild I thought my eyes darted around as I did as she said. I didn't last more then maybe 20 strokes. Jen caught my jizz in her hand and smeared it across my face.

"Every time you want to cum, you will ask me, I will let you know how or if you can. I will continue to fuck Devon and anyone else I wish. If you have any complaint about that, we can think about chastity, you eating dirty creampies, or maybe even having you suck Devon's cock" Jen told me. Just as the door opened I yanked my shorts up.

"Daddy you can't go outside naked!" Allie laughed.

"You are so right Allie" Jen said picking her up. "Daddy is in trouble for that. What do you think should be his punishment a spanking?" Jen asked.

"No desert for a week" Allie told her.

"No desert for a week" Jen told me. And went inside. I stood there holding up my shorts with cum all over my face. Even though I had just cum I grew hard again. Thinking about Jen punishing me.

[walnutcookie]

Does Blot still speak backwards in ToS? If so, did Delilah or Arthur ever try to fix it? How did that go-? (I predict that it might have been something similar to when Astro's mask broke) P.S feel free to yap and essay, i love reading headcanon yap essays -^-

He does!!! im not entirely sure if it was some sort of mistake or not.... in the lore, flutter's voicebox got messed up which is why her voice doesn't work, i dont know if i want to have that happen again for blot because its strange to have the two characters with different speech have that in result of their voice box getting messed up yk ,,

I havent talked about that before so let me go over that briefly. As i mentioned once before in that fic snippet i wrote, the toons were meant to sing songs so they had pre-recorded voiceboxes inside of them with the voices of singers they had hired. once they had ichor inside of them they basically worked from these voices, learning how to pronounce new words based off of the pre-recorded vocabulary in their voiceboxes and also learning how to speak more fluently rather than sounding like they were speaking through clips out of a lyric (which was exactly what they were doing to begin with). Im not sure how or why but flutter's voice box got Fucked Up when they were working on her - possibly from a fall? Maybe since she was elevated, the place that attatches her wings to the mount wasnt secure enough and she hit the ground hard enough to jostle and maybe smash her voice box. either they didnt realize that her voice box was messed up or they simply didnt want to fix it so they put ichor in her anyways and now while she can TRY to talk it comes out super garbled and distorted,,, not exactly static-y, since the ichor gets rid of the electronic sound, it just sounds like creepy noises idk lol. The voicebox got royally fucked up and so the words are all corrupted. Vaguely like the voice of a woman but completely unintelligible. because of this flutter mostly speaks in just little hums and such (which is how i interpret her "...!" "...?" dialogues to sound)

I havent talked much about blot and yatta yet (i probably should soon) but one significant thing is that blot had to go straight into repair like Upon being brought to life because. something went wrong. idfk actually i think he just fell off the table or something but he got a boo boo and the founders had to rush to fix him before he had enough awareness to feel pain because thats not a great start to being born. Which could easily tie into the excuse of why his voicebox could ALSO be fucked up but idk again thats just pretty much exactly what happened with flutter and i dont want to just repeat that...

So i think arthur intentionally designed blot to have his speech in reverse :P just a fun little gag i guess. i dont know he might be a genius. again that wouldve been just fine for an animatronic show that wasnt Actual Lessons on how to cook and bake that required instructions and guidance LOL

(THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !! I APPRECIATE IT<33)

[getouyuri]

AIGHT, ASSORTED QUESTIONS AB THE CONCUBINE AU BC IM INSANE AB THEM :D

Do you have a set number of chapters you want to write?

Who typically tops/bottoms and doms/subs? Or are they all just switches

✿ What's their sex life like in general?

Do they usually sleep together or alone? + How do they usually cuddle

When both of them become concubines, is it just sexual/platonic, or is it with an expectation of romance?

✿ If it wasnt romantic, how do they/reader go about realizing+admitting to having romantic feelings?

When they're established poly, do they ever get jealous of each other/ heir!reader? or just generally get insecure

✿ Does heir!reader ever get insecure/feel like they're not enough?

After the hater arc, how do they go about realizing they like-like each other?(and do they feel bad that they like each other?

✿ Do they feel guilty about liking each other? Like they're betraying heir!reader? Or did they fujo out enough that they know heir!reader would be okay with it?

Does heir!reader ever feel bad/guilty for making them concubines? Like they're limiting them or smth

Do you have a playlist/any specific songs you associate with them?

What kind of hobbies do they have?

(also plz dont feel pressured to answer all of them, or get it out soon! Only do what ur comfortable with :3)-✿

getting back to u saur late but I’ve been slowly answering each question over the last few days cos all of these questions hooked me in and I absolutely could notttt leave any of them unanswered 👹 time for me to be insane about the stsg concubines au

• nope I don’t really have a set chapter count! and I wouldn’t really say there’s chapters either because that implies order and im…. Gonna go horribly out of order on purpose 😭 so ig you could call them snapshots? assorted oneshots in a collection? yeah. i have 6 planned out as of rn but im currently pondering a 7th (im thinking you and satoru tying up suguru with shibari)… and if anyone has any suggestions/requests for oneshots in that series I’d be happy to read them over and see if i like it enough to write it 🙂‍↕️

• for the most part i see heir!reader & concubines stsg as switches tbh. HOWEVER… i think heir!reader leans more towards domming though, either from the top or bottom it doesn’t matter. you like having control of sexual situations and you get a bit of a kick out of ordering your boys around lmao. and due to that, that determines what roles your concubines play

satoru and suguru are switches for sure. they’re extremely versatile and will adapt to meet your needs & demands in a heartbeat. if you’re feeling more dominant and bossy than usual, they turn into two eager to please and sub-leaning puppies. like two yes-mans essentially lmao. they’ll do whatever you want them to and they obey you to a fault. on these occasions you either play around with both of them, guiding both of them to eat you out or suck/jerk you off (depends on genitalia) at the same time or having suguru between your legs while you touch satoru, stuff like that. orrr sometimes you’ll essentially tag team one of them with the other by your side (ex: you and suguru tag team satoru, or you and satoru tag team suguru)

if you’re feeling particularly lazy or overwhelmed by your needs and your outside duties, making it hard for you to decide what to do, they still default to letting you exert control (ex: they’ll both ask if something is okay with you Before they do it, rather than assuming they can just go ahead with it). but they won’t be like ‘tell us what you want and we’ll do it’ because clearly you’re not in the headspace for that, hence why they go the ‘is x okay’ route

again, they’re both switches buuuut satoru can be a little more sub-leaning. he grew up the pampered son of a daimyo but never wanted to succeed his father and become the next daimyo. he made executive decisions (under the direction and supervision of his father) but didn’t enjoy the role. like at all. he likes ordering people to do things or expecting that people would do things for him, rather than making decisions as a ruler that people depended on; that’s where he’s different from canon satoru. so in bed he likes being pampered, lying back and being spoiled and worshipped and touched

suguru is the true switch here. as long as you and satoru are satisfied, it doesn’t matter to him what role he takes. like at all ahrkahejd he seriously does NOT care. though sometimes he does get flickers of insecurity (it has nothing to do with you and satoru nor do either of you cause it) and that’s like a SIRENNN call to you and satoru to let suguru bottom/sub; that’s when both of you push suguru down, cooing at him soooo sweetly and taking it slow with him

• their sex life is fairly active 🙂‍↕️ you all go at it a few times a week lol. but its not necessary for all of you to regularly have sex; y’all just like it. its just another aspect of the relationship. in order of kinkiest to least kinky (but all of you very much are), I’d say satoru, you, then suguru. things you’re all into… well there’s a few things. shibari and wax play make appearances a lot. praise & degradation. consensual somno. satoru and suguru sometimes dress up as women and wear makeup so feminization/crossdressing too. edging. voyeurism. stuff like that

• as for sleeping alone or not, its kind of half and half. for the most part suguru and satoru sleep in their own rooms in the inner palace where there’s a wing dedicated to concubines (and you only have two concubines so… lol. its not full at all) but sometimes they’ll sleep with you if they’re too tired to leave your chambers. sometimes satoru ditches his room to sleep with suguru. but you’re all veryyy cuddly and pile together when you all sleep together ahrkahrjd. usually you’re in the middle, satoru’s arm around your middle and his face in your neck, suguru curls up a little and puts his head on your chest

• when suguru first became your concubine and was your only one for a year, it was purely sexual/platonic but there were 10000% romantic undertones because suguru felt himself fall a little when you first met at a festival and danced together, but neither of you spoke those feelings aloud even as they further developed over that year. suguru was of the mind that he wasn’t deserving of your romantic affection as a concubine. but you both knew you fell in love with each other!! you just didn’t say anything until after satoru joins the mix. when satoru first became your concubine, he went in not wanting nor expecting romance; he was of the mind that things would stay sexual/platonic… until he fell in love with you and suguru LMAO

• branching off of that last answer, suguru always knew he was in love with reader. he didn’t really… hide it exactly, because he sure showed it with his actions, but again he never spoke his feelings aloud. neither did you. you both always kinda knew

as for satoru, it takes him a while to fall in love + realize he has romantic feelings for you and suguru. he goes from ‘i like when they spoil me ☺️’ to ‘i want to spend the rest of my life with them… oh.’ i think he realizes during a week that you’re away and suguru is also away to visit his mother and father. satoru’s stewing in his thoughts and feelings all alone and it eats at him, so a few weeks after you both return he’s the first to say something. you and suguru realized that you loved satoru at different times (you first, then suguru. the brief ‘hater’ arc blows by pretty fast). the talk you all have is what unveils everything between all parties

• there’s definitely some insecurity & jealousy for the first few months after you all establish a poly relationship between you three. for you, you briefly fear that suguru and satoru will realize they don’t ‘need’ you and will start to prefer each other the more and more you’re away to handle your duties since you’re often away. suguru briefly fears that he’s not enough for either of and struggles with inadequacy + the fear of being left behind. satoru briefly fears that you’ll both grow bored or tired of him and that love will transition to hatred. all of these worries, insecurities, and jealousy are entirely valid and realistic feelings, and you’re all bound to feel this way in the beginning. but after you all communicate these insecurities and promise to continue communicating in the present and future, things smooth out very quickly. all of you do your best to make sure that no one ever feels that way again. jealousy becomes nonexistent but on rare occasions the other fears crop up, but never for long since you all make a point to check in with each other and be honest

• mentioned it up above but yup you definitely got insecure in the past

• neither suguru or satoru ever feel guilty for liking each other; I just don’t think they’d ever feel guilty in that regard at all imo because there’s nothing to feel ashamed about or feel like ‘oh god is this even allowed’ about considering you, satoru, and suguru always interacted together as a unit in sexual situations. hope that makes sense cos i feel like im not explaining myself properly ahfkahrn. and they never have any reason to feel as though they’re betraying you because they’re definitely not betraying you or doing anything behind your back

• you felt brief guilt about offering the position of concubine to suguru tbh. just because he was a komusō when you met him and his life revolved around traveling and abstinence. so you were like ohhh yeah there’s no way he’s gonna accept because he’ll feel hindered even if i give him free reign to do whatever. suguru mulls it over for two weeks after you meet at the festival before penning a letter to you about accepting the position. and as stated before you give him free reign to whatever; so its not uncommon for suguru to take a week or two to himself to go out and travel, but with the addition of some of the imperial guard at his side because you’re paranoid that someone will target him

and you felt no guilt about offering the position to satoru. his situation was incredibly shitty, he seemed so unhappy and tense, and you offered it without hesitation. and he accepted without hesitation so you never felt the need to worry about if satoru truly wanted to become a concubine or not

• I don’t have a playlist for the stsg concubines au (YET. yet. because I do wanna make one soon) but yep I do have some songs I associate with them!! like anything by SWV, blue dream by jhené aiko, my jinji by sunset rollercoaster, lay by black party, soakin by black party :3 all really good songs that I associate with the stsg concubines au for a few reasons so PLEEEEK listen to them

• you have lots of hobbies that overlap with suguru’s and satoru’s but I won’t go into heir!reader’s specifically

suguru enjoys writing poetry & haiku, calligraphy, origami, reading, bonsai cultivation & gardening in general, tea ceremony, kendo, traveling, aikido, komusō traditions, horseback riding, playing his shakuhachi and biwa, and more. in general he excels in courtly arts & diplomacy. suguru sometimes advises you and provides his own input but he’s not an official advisor ofc

satoru enjoys calligraphy, watching and learning kabuki (theater & dance), collecting insects, archery, kendo, aikido, swordsmanship, making and observing dioramas, horseback riding, and more. in general he excels in military affairs & statecraft. satoru sometimes advises you and provides his own input but he’s not an official advisor ofc

[art-the-f-up]

hear me out... what if...

(I'm tired but I'll provide more context in a reblog later)

[sonknuxadow]

its so frustrating how a lot of scu fans cant handle other sonic fans not having the exact same taste in sonic media that they do. like i feel like you can say something negative about literally any other sonic media on here and people generally wouldnt care that much but the second you say anything less than positive about the movies people start getting all weird about it and trying to argue with you ive had it happen to me and seen it happen to others as well .... like the sonic franchise is very big and has many different media types and writing styles not everyone is going to uncritically love everything. get over it ? im not trying to be mean but idk what else to tell you

[peanutheaddd]

Hiya.

first of all I LOVE your drawings, they're so cool and sick and gorgeous and awesome I want to put them all on a little cage and throw the key into the atlantic.

Second, I have some questions about your au if you don't mind answering.

1. In dusk au did either dogman or Petey Talk to anyone about what happened in their hs years while they were appart, like not full on therapy mode but like did any of them ever mention a "past friend" of something like that to anyone?(Now that I think about it does Petey even have any Friends? <Genuine question I would like to be answered)

2. In divine liberation au does Petey do anything other than annoying dogman? does he go around pranking people or smthing? Or does he dedícate 100% of his time to being with his son and comitting attempts at corruption with mutually romantic subtext?

3. And lastly, Hypotethically if Petey were to posses another person how jealous would dogman get?

-Insert sweet ending note that I don't know how to write-

Bye!

THE WAY I STARTED GIGGLING LIKE AAAAHAHAHAHA FUCKKKK FUCKKKK FUCKKKKKKKKK THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IM TWEAKIINNNGGFFFFF FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK AHHHHHGGGGG IM SO EXCITEDDDDD FUCKKKKKK

grinning so impossibly huge. rn OKAY LET ME GET INTO IT HAHA.. AAAAGHH

1.

IM CRAAAZYYY IM CRAZY IM CRAZY IM CRAZY. who said that. okay aaaghhh hahaha.

okay so for petey. to answer ur question he does Not have any friends. kinda like in canon his personality was just too shitty to make any friends LMFAOOO and he likes to pretend like he doesn't need companionship . he also threw himself at fatherhood and work like right after he moved away so its not like he rlly has any Time to be making friends . he also purposefully busies himself partially bc he doesnt rlly wanna think too much abt dm .

petey has some flings here and there post falling out w dm and i reckon during those flings he mentions dm once or twice js bc he . tends to mess around w people who remind him of dm . like he is subconsciously attracted to people who are like dm 💀💀💀 . so bc hes reminded of dm he just mentions him on accident. lol. hes so cooked bro. he also only mentions him bc hes usually drunk during these flings #unhealthy coping mechanisms

okay rest is under cut bc this response got Really long

dm is less. yk emotionally constipated LMFAOOOO so he doesnt have as much trouble talking about his past struggles. he just doesnt rlly have anyone to talk To. he has chief but because theyre both grown men dm doesnt want to burden him with his issues .

dm also just. doesnt talk to many people. not enough for him to mention petey, even in passing. he talks to loads of people just doing odd jobs around town but all of his convos are very . surface level .

anyways tldr they basicaly dont talk about the other person at all post confession event . so allat has been brewing in their souls for 6 years in the aus main plot Lol.

2.

oh yeah fs . his main goal is to corrupt dm yes but dm isnt always available to be annoyed . so he just causes minor inconveniences whenever dm is busy and hes bored (which is like all the time) . just yk . making people succumb to temptation. causing problems. demon things.

i think after lil petey enters the picture a Lot more of his time gets sapped up by taking care of him but he still causes mischief. he probs tries to get lil petey to join him like in canon but lp is like no way jose. and peteys like man.

and then once petey starts finding way more satisfaction with taking care of lp and spending time with him over causing trouble he tends to spend most of his time js hanigng out w lp + supervising his shenanigans .

ALSO CORRUPTION WITH MUTUALLY ROMANTIC SUBTEXT MADE ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD HEEELLPPPPPPPP

3.

Hed be Very jealous i think . Loling.

the first possession only happened bc they were in a very dire situation . also dm has never been possessed before and peteys also like. Mever possessed anybody before. so possession to them is kinda. special in a way ??. smth js between the two of them .

and every time they did possession shit after the first one was for spiritual intimacy reasons.

essentially their freak is so unmatched that they just changed the meaning of possession . in their relationship possession means an Entirely different thing than in . literlaly Any other context.

so dm would not take very kindly to petey going around possessing other people . bc theres literally No reason to (why should he possess anybody else when he can possess literally one of the strongest living holy figures in the world rn) and because for the two of them possession has an entirely different meaning.

like. when they do possession shit dm is implicitly saying "you are the only demon who i will ever let possess me because i trust you" and petey is implicitly saying "you are the only vessel i will ever possess because any other potential vessel is nothing compared to you”

ultimately at the core of it theyre Both saying "i want to possess you/be possessed by you and you only because youre all i could ever want/need" . so . gripping my knees. I love my fucking catholic dog man au bro.

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[aphelionatseven]

brand new, full throttle

so high school - taylor swift

[wackywatchdotcom]

ive posted so much every single day on this blog for weeks now i feel weird having barely posted today . ive been busy but uhhh heres a random image i never posted from my tadc art folder?

[debbiesdead]

1. Do you have an alternate name? What is it?

debbie 😊

2. Which of your family members do you miss the most? Why

my daughters. maybe my mum and (step)dad but i feel less connected to them. i miss my oldest daughter coz i feel like i failed her & my youngest was too young to know anything

3. Which of your friends do you miss the most? Why?

lol i didnae have friends but i guess F even though i dont remember shit about him

4. What's a very minor difference between you and your source

im not dead 🤪 lol but i dont smoke or drink or do drugs & im younger even than the body

5. What's one thing you and your source would disagree with and one thing you would agree with

ehhh i dinnae know and i dont want to speculate

6. Are there any conspiracy theories surrounding your source? What? How do you feel about them

skip idk

7. What's your favorite thing about yourself? Connecting to source or not

im alive ✌️ im better than my source was. she was fucked up and i never did any of that stuff (even tho it feels like i did)

8. Do you have a habit that relates to your source in a way people wouldn't understand? Can you explain it?

ehmmm i dunno. maybe craving cigarettes and alcohol and self harm, but i think most people would probably get that

9. Free space! Ask whatever

✌️

10. What's a question you want people to ask you? What's the answer to that question

"are you ok?" and the answer is "never have been m8". im being irreverent but idk. i guess it would be nice for people to see me as "me" but im scared as hell of that too

11. How old are you (alter age)? How does that compare to your age in source? Does it affect your memories?

i kind of feel like im in my early-mid 20s most of the time? bodily we're nearly 30, and my source was 29-30 when she died. so i dunno. i guess most of the time my "memories" feel a bit jumbled and confused, like my kids are always changing ages and i dunno how i feel about anything

12. Does your system have roles/jobs? If so, what's yours?

maybe a trauma/memory/emotion holder or something, i dont really know. i showed up when we were discovering a lot of things about my source so maybe im just our way of dealing with all of the unresolved shit related to that.

13. Who in the system are you closest with?

M, the main system protector. its funny coz he has the same name as someone my source had really fucking complicated memories about (her brother). i wonder if thats why i feel kind of like he's my sibling. but also he's kind of not? it's hard to explain, we're like the same person but also siblings but also exes.

14. How does your source affect your day to day?

i dunno. i just feel like shit when i think about her, about who i was. i know i wasnt LITERALLY her but it feels like i was. i just feel sad and shit that everything went so wrong and that im stuck feeling like this all the time.

16. How source connected are you? Are you a postfactive?

dunno what that means tbh

17. What's problematic about your source? How do you feel about it

abused my kids. stabbed a guy. tried to kill myself. made everybody's life hell. you know how it is.

idk how i feel about it. "bad" i guess.

18. Is your source important to who you are? How so or why not?

i dunno. i guess so but i dont want her to be. its complicated. i dont want to just throw her away either but also i do??

19. Did you introject before or after the problematic thing happened? Did you introject because of it?

uhh i barely understand what this means lol. my "source" is the body's mother so like. idk use your imagination

20. How do you feel about doubles

i would be shocked if one existed. but if one does it's probably the body's sister so like, fair dos, she's entitled to one lol

21. What sets you apart from most doubles?

n/a

22. What do you have in common with your source?

fat, hate myself, like black and red lipstick, loud, angry, wallowing, love my kids, etc

23. How do you feel about your source

have we not covered that like 5 times

24. Is there any clarification you'd like to make on the relationship between you and your source? (Like, are you actually a mix between your source and something else? Are you your source person fictionalized etc)

i guess im a bit of a mix of a few things. the body's mother aye, but it's like a) her as we remember her before her death, b) her as we think of her now, as adults, able to see her as a whole person (and a tragic one), and c) the body's sister. maybe some other shit too idk.

25. How do you tell others you're a problematic factive

loooolllll i dont tell anyone i exist because they all know i was a shit mum so why would i

but anyway i dont think anyone needs to say "oh hi im problematic btw" to people. you can just be yourself

Problematic factive ask game

I made a problematic factive ask game

If you don't want to do the game on tumblr, I can find a space within the factspace (the discord) for these to go!

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1. Do you have an alternate name? What is it?

2. Which of your family members do you miss the most? Why

3. Which of your friends do you miss the most? Why?

4. What's a very minor difference between you and your source

5. What's one thing you and your source would disagree with and one thing you would agree with

6. Are there any conspiracy theories surrounding your source? What? How do you feel about them

7. What's your favorite thing about yourself? Connecting to source or not

8. Do you have a habit that relates to your source in a way people wouldn't understand? Can you explain it?

9. Free space! Ask whatever

10. What's a question you want people to ask you? What's the answer to that question

11. How old are you (alter age)? How does that compare to your age in source? Does it affect your memories?

12. Does your system have roles/jobs? If so, what's yours?

13. Who in the system are you closest with?

14. How does your source affect your day to day?

16. How source connected are you? Are you a postfactive?

17. What's problematic about your source? How do you feel about it

18. Is your source important to who you are? How so or why not?

19. Did you introject before or after the problematic thing happened? Did you introject because of it?

20. How do you feel about doubles

21. What sets you apart from most doubles?

22. What do you have in common with your source?

23. How do you feel about your source

24. Is there any clarification you'd like to make on the relationship between you and your source? (Like, are you actually a mix between your source and something else? Are you your source person fictionalized etc)

25. How do you tell others you're a problematic factive

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Make sure you clarify any questions you don't want to answer

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22. Give us a headcanon for Soap!

[ask game]

(thank you for pasting the question)

Contrary to popular theory, I don't think Soap has sisters or comes from a big family. I like to think he too has a rough family history and wanted to be out of it as soon as he can, kind of similar to what I thought about for Price.

I feel like Soap is terrified of becoming a failure like the people he came from, the kind of failure that just festers in small towns and not the kind that makes it to the news. He doesn't want to rot in a cycle of bitterness, of living the way like everyone does, easily forgotten and living a mould that felt more like a jail than a path to normalcy.