#IDK WHY I TOOK SO LONG TO SEE THIS ASK I'M V SORRY

[ennonzi]

omg a new ennon art post!! i dont know anything about twst but i love your noah, he looks very cute <3 is he a morning person? does he like to cook?

AAAA ANON THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! I love answering these 😭💞 (also, apologies for the late reply :'D

Now about being a morning person, I know he seems like someone who is more proactive during the day but that ABSOLUTELY isn't the case! To be honest it's quite the opposite bc the Twisted Wonderland mc's have some strange dreams during night and, as Noah is a very energetic person, this also implies that he has trouble sleeping, so when he wakes up from these dreams, he can't easily go back to sleep! So answering your question, during morning Noah will look like this:

It's been a while since he slept more than five hours a night lol so he ends up taking a few naps during the day or at lunchtime. On the other hand, he manages to be much more active during night, he likes it because some of his friends are around cough malleus cough during night too, so he doesn't feel too lonely :D

Now about about cooking, I can say that he's an average 25yo adult trying to survive so he had to learn how to do it himself to save up money. It's not like he's a master chef, but he surely can cook some decent food!

I'll also be taking this ask as an opportunity to show up this ferret Noah I drew, ferrets are quite energetic so their chaotic behavior reminds me of Noah a lot!!

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Mind Games (2)

Direct cntinuation to Mind games (til we lose control) (takes place before lost time)

Ben/Soldier Boy X Supe!Fem!reader

Summary: Herogasm proves to be a disaster for everyone involved, but at least you and Ben still have each other at the end of the night. Takes places during the Herogasm episode but like I did my own shit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it mfs), p in v, shower sex (pls don't try to recreate this, SB has super strength, your man does not, you might break sum), oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, dom!Soldier Boy, praising kink, Ben calls her mean things a lot (but she likes it), choking, hair pulling, spitting, Soldier Boy cause mf is a warning on his own, typical canonical violence for this show, no use of y/n, Violet isn't her real name, just a nickname.

WC: 6.9k I'm so sorry

A/N: WHAT DID I TELL YALL MFSSS. Took me 2 years to revisit it but yk what it's fine cause every year is Soldier Boy's year. So yeah here we are. I will warn yall im not too good at writing action/fight scenes, like it made sense in my head but idk if that image translated well into the scene. I only know how to write smut im sorry. But to my Ben/Jensen girlie's, this is for you. I'll see yall in hell <3

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Fucking Herogasm. Christ, you didn't remember the last time you were here. Funny, the last time you went to a Herogasm party it was coincidentally with Ben. And it was in fact the last one you ever went to. It never felt right to go back without him. 

"Fuckin' Herogasm," Butcher laughed and shook his head, glancing back at you with intrigue, "You ever been Violet?" 

Your lips curled up a bit and you licked your lips slowly, glancing at Ben for a second before you found two pairs of curious eyes on you. 

"Yeah, every year for like ten years." You responded, and you were met with a look of disbelief from Hughie, and even Butcher had a slight glint of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps they didn't take you as the orgy, drugs and depravity type of supe, not that you blame them, that never truly was your idea of fun. But you weren’t entirely innocent either. "I'm serious. You can ask Ben if you don't believe me." 

Both men gave Ben a long glance and he laughed, shrugging at you. 

"She ain’t lying, I took her to her first one, in 74' was it? Should've seen her, such a pretty doe-eyed lil’ thing, with a face like hers she fooled everyone." 

"Oh, yeah, you showed innocent little me all the ropes. It was very educational." You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the small grin on your face, and Ben had one of his own. 

For a moment you forgot neither of the other two men quite understood whatever was going between you and Ben, so you missed the uncomfortable look on their faces. 

"Oh, I showed you a hell of a lot more than just the ropes, sweetheart." 

"And I'll show you both the barrel of a gun if I have to endure another second of your trip down erotic memory lane. Can we focus here?" Butcher groaned, looking both annoyed and disturbed by your relationship, like a parent who was tired of keeping his two horny teenagers in line. 

You exchanged a look with Ben, eyes big and lips pursed as you tried not to laugh and you gave him a look of having just been scolded. He simply rolled his eyes and half paid attention to Hughie and Butcher as they went back and forth about who was going in first. 

You, as always, just stood there and observed, absentmindedly twirling your knife between your fingers as you listened to them agree that Hughie should go in first so you could be in and out as quickly as possible. In between your own priorities, Ben being the main one, you had almost forgotten why you were here in the first place. Despite the fact that you were picking off Payback's members one by one, you quickly realized this wasn't for you, or Ben and his plot for revenge. No, it was about Butcher getting his. And the two of you were simply there to make it happen. 

You had begun to wonder if this was all there was to it, a means to an end, and in reality neither you or Ben had much of a chance to make it out this revenge mission alive. But if there was something you knew for sure, it was that you would die before you let anything happen to Ben again. Deep down, you hoped he would do the same for you. 

"I'm gonna go check the area before we go in, make sure there aren't any surprises." Butcher announced after a minute or two of waiting, Hughie not being back yet. He started walking, but not before turning to glance at you both with narrowed eyes, "And you two behave, last time I left you cunts alone you broke a bathroom." 

You did a mocking salute to him and snorted when he rolled his eyes at you, grumbling something you didn't quite hear as he began to walk away. He was out of your sight pretty quickly and you could already feel Ben's intense gaze burn on your face. You ignored it at first, but when he stood in front of you, eyes never leaving you, you had no choice but to look at him. You stopped your fidgeting and you looked up at him expectantly as you leaned back against a tree.

"I don't need to read your mind to know you want to tell me something, what's up?" 

"What you said back at the motel, did you mean it?" He questioned, leaning close to your face as he placed a hand beside your head. You stared at him for a second, trying to dig in your mind for whatever it was that he meant. You found his green eyes and you realized. 

Ah. The three fucking words. 

"Seriously Ben?" You groaned, your head falling to the side with annoyance, but more of all you wanted to avoid his gaze, avoid the shame of having confessed your deepest feelings, knowing feelings wasn't something either of you ever talked about let alone ever admitted to. Because feelings meant vulnerability, and vulnerability meant weakness. And weakness wasn't something either of you would ever admit to.

He grabbed your chin, grip tight as he forced you to look at him, "Did you? ‘Cause I meant what I said, all of it." 

Your face softened and your lips slightly curved into a tiny smile. You never wanted to search his mind without his permission, it was like a line you never liked to cross, but you didn't need to this time. Just by looking into his eyes you always knew. You could tell a lot by looking into someone’s eyes. You searched his eyes for any kind of deceit or even manipulation, but you didn't find any. You knew what he meant, and coming from him, it meant everything. 

"Yeah," You sighed softly, "I meant what I said." 

"Good." His pink lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he squeezed your face and leaned down, capturing your lips into his own. It was slower, no rushed and desperate touches like before, but he still kissed you hard. There was nothing gentle about it, but was there ever anything gentle about him? 

His tongue slipped into your mouth as he dropped his hand, resting it on the column of your neck. He pressed his armored chest against yours, pretty much pinning you against the tree. His mouth was so skilled, like he knew exactly how to take your breath away in seconds, he knew you that well. You would never allow a man to have this much control over you. But it was always different with him. Your hands found his long strands as you explored his mouth, and you pulled hard. You felt him groan against your mouth and he squeezed your neck in response. You gasped, the sound quickly fading into a soft moan. He pulled back and watched with amusement the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he squeezed your throat. 

"You fucking slut, you still get off to me hurting you, don't you?" He bit his lip as he released your throat, thumb brushing over the skin he knew would bruise, just like everybody else's, even if it was for a little bit. 

You inhaled deeply, the short lack of airflow making you dizzy, but in the most delicious way possible. You opened your eyes, finding his green ones and god you wished nothing but to just ditch the mission and go somewhere where he could take you, over and over again. 

"Are we here to get revenge or are we here to get your dick wet? ‘Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here." You mumbled, breath heavy and he chuckled. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw before he moved them to your ear. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard I'm gonna break a hell of a lot more than just a mirror." He coaxed. The way he spoke in your ear made you rub your thighs together and the pool forming in your panties was impossible to ignore. It was embarrassing how quickly he could pull you apart and do with you what he pleased. "When we get back. Now pull yourself together, we're on a mission." 

And just like that he was standing a few feet away from you. He was looking behind his shoulder, almost as if he could hear someone. And of course, just in time for you to somewhat regain your composure, Butcher came back. Though it wasn't before you locked eyes with Ben one more time as you tried to control your breathing, and the cocky bastard winked at you, lips curled into a shit eating grin before Butcher actually approached you both. 

This motherfucker. 

"All clear. The twins are in there. You shouldn't have a problem going in," He said to Ben, but then looked at you, "You, though, you might get some attention. Pretty girl, dressed in black leather and strapped with knives, that's some BDSM shit if I've seen one." 

"Okay and?" You frowned, now standing by both men.

"Just stay close to him, people might recognize you and approach you. Do what you can to keep a low profile. You might have to get your hands a bit dirty." He looked between you and Ben. You stared at him with a small frown at first, but when he raised his eyebrows at you, you quickly realized what he meant. 

"Wouldn't be the first time." Ben commented with a chuckle when he caught on. You looked at him, slightly unimpressed by his lack of discretion but you simply rolled your eyes. 

Butcher sighed heavily, clearly done with your antics by then and he simply motioned you off with an unimpressed expression, "Off you go, ya dirty cunts." 

"Looks like you might get your dick wet after all." You commented to Ben as you both headed off to the house. 

He chuckled, shooting you a glance as you stood in front of the door. You were both eager to get this over with, you more than him. It was one thing for him to be able to face the assholes that betrayed him, and you were happy to do it with him. But the idea of being around dozens of supes, in an environment where there were no rules, no respect and no boundaries, made you uneasy. You didn't know if you could handle that many voices all at once. It had been a long time since you had been around other Supes, let alone that many, and you had made that decision for a reason. 

Almost as if he could feel the anxiety radiate from you, you felt a large hand fill your own. Confused, you looked down and saw he had intertwined his fingers with your own. "There's nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart, it wouldn't be the first time we do this." 

"I haven't been around other supes since…" You inhaled deeply, your throat slightly closing up at the memory. The last time you stepped foot at Vought Tower, when you realized you couldn't do it anymore. Ben looked at you, eyebrows slightly knitted into a frown, "It's been a long time is all." 

"Just stay by my side, nobody will lay a hand on you. I'll always protect you, remember?" He gave your hand a slight squeeze and the calm yet assertive ring in his voice made you feel almost at ease. Almost. 

You stayed silent, needing all your energy and focus to keep the dozens of voices beginning to infiltrate your mind one by one. The sound of Ben speaking as a very naked man opened the door sounded far, distant, you didn't catch much of what they said. You only knew to move when you felt Ben tug you along. Now the sound of your racing heart was almost as loud as the voices. So fucking many people here. So many Supes. So many voices. All at once. It was deafening. It disgusted you, to have to hear every passing thought these depraved beings had. You didn’t realize you started digging your blunt nails into Ben’s gloves.

It didn’t hurt, but your enhanced strength definitely made him feel the tightening grip of your shaking hands. He stopped and looked at you with a twisted frown.

“The fuck is wrong with you now? You look like you saw your father.” 

You eyes snapped up to find him looking back at you with both confusion, and his version of concern. You opened your mouth but you could only stammer but no words actually came out. You couldn’t think. It was so loud. Your lip quivered ever so slightly as you felt your chest start to grow heavy. Ben saw the look on your face, the way your eyes were frantically looking around the room, your jaw wound up so tight he thought you’d break it. The last time he saw you like this was when you first joined Payback and didn’t have full control of your abilities. 

“Stop that, right now.” He gripped your shoulders hard, really fucking hard, enough to make you shift your focus on him for a moment. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Hey, I need you to focus. Get your head under control. I need you to have my back here, okay?”

“I… I don’t.. I can’t get them to stop. They won’t stop.” You said, so close to being on the verge of tears. “There’s so many, I can’t get them to shut the fuck up. I--” 

“Hey,” He shook you ever so slightly, leaning in close to your face. “The fuck did I just say? Get. yourself. Together. You used to tune ‘em out, remember? So tune them out.” 

You breathed in, your chest rising as you tried to drown out the noise, focus on his face, on his voice. But you couldn’t. You hadn’t been around this many people in nearly a decade.

“I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t be here. I’m sorry.” You shook your head frantically and tried to slip out of his grip but he didn’t let you. 

“I need you here. Just—hey,” he grabbed your jaw, looking out of the corner of his eyes to make sure you weren’t bringing in too much attention before he met your teary eyes. “Just look at me. I’m right here. Remember you used to tune everyone else out and only focus on my voice, hm? Focus on my thoughts, okay? It’s just you and me, fuck everyone else.” 

You stared at him, the green in his eyes seeming more and more green the longer you looked. You even saw a ring yellow in there. His voice. His thoughts, they had always calmed you, centered you. The voices grew more and more distant the longer you looked at him. You listened to his voice as his thoughts became your own. Until only the sound of his voice was in your head. Your breath was shaky as you closed your eyes, a laugh of relief leaving your lips.

He held your face for a little longer, his deep frown less harsh as he watched your face slowly visibly relax and the tension left your body.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You exhaled deeply and nodded at him, feeling like you were slowly regaining control of yourself. “Let’s go find the terror twins.” 

You walked around this house for what felt like hours. But it didn’t help that you were being stopped every five minutes by every naked Supe you walked by. Ben was anything but amused.

“I swear to fucking Christ if one more of these slimy jizz-covered fuck faces asks you to use your knives on them I will actually shove my shield up their ass.” Ben grumbled with a look of disgust on his face.

“They’d probably like that.” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the death glare he shot you.

“Eat shit.” You actually snorted this time, and you were full on giggling when he started mumbling curses at you as he walked off. 

You ultimately decided splitting up was probably the way to go, the house was way too big and had too many rooms, you’d find the twins quicker if you each went your own way. Ben was reluctant at first, a bit apprehensive to leave you on your own after you almost broke down earlier. But you reassured him you were fine and perfectly capable of going on your own. You ultimately realized you made the right choice. You didn’t know exactly when or how but out of nowhere you heard a loud blast in the next room and you were launched right through a wall from the blast. Pain immediately started shooting through your body at the impact. You were a Supe, sure, but you weren’t Soldier Boy, you weren’t fucking invincible. You bled and you felt pain like any human. 

It took you a good minute to understand what the actual fuck had just happened. And when you did, you almost forgot about the throbbing pain going through your body. You pushed yourself up to your feet, stumbling and holding on to walls as you dragged yourself through the rubble and burned bodies. Your jaw slightly fell open at the sight of this much mayhem. You didn’t believe in God, but fuck were you praying to a higher power for Ben to be okay. 

You managed to stay on your feet despite the pain. It would go away eventually, in a day or so, but the first few hours were brutal. Still you pushed through, determined to find Ben. You stumbled into a hallway, the walls were falling apart and chunks of cement were all around the floor. But what caught your attention was the sight that fucking American flag and blonde head of hair you had grown to despise. Your heart stopped, you were frozen. You held your breath as you realized fucking Homelander was here. And he currently had Ben pinned to a wall.

This was such a bad fucking idea. You could die a very agonizing death. A bad idea indeed. 

Adrenaline kicked in, you sprinted and with a bit of momentum you landed on Homelander’s shoulders. You were surprised he didn’t hear you coming.You were thankful he was preoccupied with Ben. Your nails dug into the side of his temples and you used all of the energy and power you had coursing through your veins, and sent that straight to his brain.

You weren’t sure if it would even tickle. You tried using your shock powers on Ben once, a long time ago, just to test out how it worked on Supes with enhanced strength, he said it felt like being electrocuted. And right about now you were praying Homelander felt something, enough to stun him at least. You could kill an average Supe if you used enough power, but you weren’t so sure if you were strong enough.

You held on, but you were struggling, commanding your body to release this much energy was mentally exhausting but the sound of Homelander groaning in pain made you smile the slightest bit. The shocks of electricity weren’t going to kill him, but it sure did hurt, and it stunned him. Nobody’s brain was invisible afterall. 

“Hurts, doesn’t it motherfucker? Your body may be indestructible but your mind can only take so much before it breaks.” You spat. Sparks were coming from your fingers as your eyes flashed bright purple. “It’s fucked when its you being held down against your will, huh?”

He screamed, stumbling around as he attempted to grab at you, but this wasn’t the first time you tried to fry someone’s brain off while on their shoulders. You gasped when you saw his laser eyes go off as he screamed, leaving indents on the wall. This split second of distraction was enough to make your focus falter, and it gave Homelander the opportunity to find a grip on you. You cried in pain when he grabbed your ankle and tossed you off. 

You landed fucking hard, it knocked the air right out of your lungs. You coughed as you attempted to get up, but Homelander was grabbing you and pulling you up by your neck before you could blink. He held you up in the air as he levitated so you couldn’t find a way to escape. He held you at arm’s length so you couldn’t reach him, either. The way his empty, ice cold eyes stared you down with evil glee as you gasped for air was terrifying. 

“I always knew you were a fucking bitch. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance. Matter of fact, I’ll do that right now.” Your eyes widened when his eyes gleamed bright red. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ben behind Homelander, with a grin as he grabbed Homelander’s cape and pulled down, and he pulled really fucking hard. Your body collided with the ground roughly, landing on your side with a pained cry. But you still saw Ben throw Homelander around by his cape, and had you not been mere seconds away from death, you would have laughed at the comedic irony. You were in and out of consciousness, an aura surrounding your vision. But in between your delirium you could see Butcher and Hughie had arrived, and the three of them were taking on Homelander. It wasn’t long before the three of them had Homelander pinned down. You could feel yourself fade, your muscles give out and your mind shut off. You hadn’t used that much power since you were in Payback. 

You heard indistinct voices and shouting before everything went black. 

“The fuck are you waitin’ for? Blast this cunt!” Butcher shouted and Ben grunted.

“I can’t! Just—Fuck.” His eyes found you in the corner, bloodied and passed out. You couldn’t run away and you wouldn’t survive the blast, he knew that. “You—kid, take her, and get out here. Now!”

“No fucking way!” Hughie shouted back, and Ben felt the urge to blast him instead. 

“Do what he says, take the fuckin’ girl and go!” Butcher shouted at Hughie, catching on to what Ben was trying to do. But before any of them could do anything, Homelander blasted his lasers, screaming as he overpowered the three of them while they were distracted. And just like that he was gone. 

The three men sat in silence, in defeat. They had a chance and they blew it. Ben knew it was mostly his fault, he shouldn’t have hesitated. But he refused to ever let you get hurt. In silent anger he glared at both of them and he stood and walked over to your passed out body. He clenched his jaw as he picked your limp body and carried you. He made eye contact with Butcher and Hughie and it took all of his power not to shoot both of them in the face. 

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Your whole body ached, and your head was founding. It was unbearable. You winced in pain as you began to peel layers of clothes off your body. God it fucking hurt. You closed your eyes as you attempted to hold back tears, only snapping back into reality when you felt Ben trace his fingers over your back. He noted every bruise and every cut. He knew they would heal, sure but it still made him seethe with anger. 

“What the fuck were you thinkin’, taking on Homelander like that? Did all the fucking pills you take for your psychosis fry all of your neurons or what?” He was so angry, and he never was exactly kind with his words. You always knew that, but it still hurt when he talked to you that way, especially when you had only been trying to help him. 

Your back was turned to him, so he couldn't see the hurt frown on your face but he did notice you huff at him and move away from his touch, refusing to look at him. 

“Okay.. Hey, no. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck.” He bit his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut with regret of his choice of words. You kept your back to him as you continued to undress. He groaned. “You would have died. And it would have been on me. I couldn’t live with that, is all.” 

“Well, I was passed out so it would have been a quick death, if that's of any consolation to you.” You answered shortly as you stripped down to your underwear. You don't think he understood that you stopped caring whether you lived or died a long time ago. 

“Okay, could you not be a bitch for two seconds?” He sighed, already annoyed by your attitude. 

“No. If you want a girl who doesn't talk back to you, go find Countess. Oh, wait, you can't ‘cause she sold you to the Russians. Guess you're stuck with me.” You answered with even more spitefulness, just to tick him off a little bit more. You didn't need to read his mind to know he was beyond pissed. You weren't exactly in a colorful mood, either. Your back was still turned to him as you tossed your bloodied gear in a corner. 

He breathed in deeply, pitching the bridge of his nose, “Violet, look at me when I'm talking to you.” 

You turned around with exasperation, your eyes open wide with a ‘what’ expression as you motioned your hands around passive-aggressively. 

“I didn't mean what I said. I know you were trying to help me… And I know that you can't always control your powers. I sometimes can't deal with my own head, I can't imagine having to deal with everybody else's.” Ben wasn't one to apologize. He was actually allergic to the words I'm sorry. You knew that. But you knew he at least tried to apologize using other words. So you listened. You knew he was having a hard time, too. “But I'm not really one to talk. I think I'm the one that's fucked in the head.” 

Your lips slightly parted at his words and you looked at him with a tiny bit of sadness. You never asked him details of what happened to him. Sure, you could look, but you never wanted to dig through his mind without his permission. He'd tell you if he really wanted to. But you didn't need to know everything to understand that what he went through messed him up. And it messed him up a lot. What happened at Herogasm was proof of that. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened at Herogasm? Don't make me look through your head, I don't want to.” You sighed softly, ultimately giving in, like you always did. Your delicate fingers dragged over his vest as you absentmindedly began to take off his gear. 

Ben stayed silent for a long time. He didn't think he even knew what happened. You were down to the last layer of the top part of his suit by the time he opened his mouth. 

“I blacked out. I don't.. I don't know what the fuck happened. I was talking to the fuck twins and then nothing. Next thing I remember is the burned bodies and the place was all fucked up.” He breathed out a little unevenly, a frown knitted deep on his face. He looked down at you when you stayed silent. “I didn't mean to. You believe that, right?” 

You did. But did he? 

“Of course I believe you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands flat on his chest. He brought one of his hands to the back of your hair, holding your head in place. After a few seconds, you hummed, parting your lips slightly. “Can I ask you a question?” 

He nodded. 

“Why didn't you kill Homelander? You had a shot. Why didn't you take it? You would have done the whole fucking world a favor.” 

Ben stared at you with confusion. Did you really not get it? Were you that clueless or was he just that bad at showing his devotion for you? Probably the latter. 

“You saw what my blast did to the house. You wouldn't have survived that. I should have, I know, Butcher won't stop fucking reminding me. But he has nothing left to lose. Can't kill two girlfriends in the same week, y'know?” 

Your mouth fell open with indignation and you shoved at his chest, but deep down you felt warm at the fact that he chose you over his mission, for once. You still pretended to be angry at him, though. “Fucking prick.” 

He brought his lips to your jaw, leaving blunt kisses and you pretend to hate it. But the smile on your face was inevitable. 

“Wanna shower now or what?” He eventually said. That was the reason you were in the bathroom after all. 

You nodded. You could use the hot water on your bruised skin. You finished stripping, Ben just watched you with a perverted grin and smacked your ass before he stripped himself. 

He got in first, turning on the water and letting it run until steam began to fill the small space. He knew you liked it boiling hot. He didn't mind. You got in and immediately went under the shower head. You moaned in relief, the hot water running down your tense muscles, alleviating the soreness on your body. Ben watched you with a surprising amount of patience as he stood behind you. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips behind your neck, licking along the skin before he moved down your neck to your shoulder. He rested his hands on your hips, squeezing the skin as lightly as he could. You had enough bruises for one day. 

“I'm gonna take care of you tonight, m’kay?” He mumbled against your skin before he made you turn around. 

He crashed his lips against yours, rough fingers gripping your jaw as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whined, already craving more. When he kissed you like this, you just couldn't help yourself. 

“Need you, please.” You were breathless against his lips, your blunt nails digging into his chest desperately. He gave your bottom lip a small tug as he pulled away. 

He made you stand in front of him, his back to the shower wall as he slowly sank to his knees. Your eyes followed him longingly.

“C'mere.” He pulled you towards him, his eyes were full of greed as he made eye contact with you while he directed you to rest one of your feet on his shoulder. 

His eyes stayed locked with yours as leaned forward and licked a long stripe from your hole up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked. You gasped, instantly pressing your hand against the damp wall to keep yourself up. Your mouth fell open in delight as he dragged his tongue around your sensitive clit. 

“O-Oh. Shit. Shit, Ben.” You whined softly, your free hand falling to his wet hair. He held your hip with one hand, steady vice grip holding you in place as he pushed his tongue into your hole. You swore the cry you let out was heard in the entire apartment. “Oh, my God. Fuck. That feels so good.” 

Ben hummed in approval as you wrapped your fingers around his hair and held his face against you. As if he would go anywhere. He happily kept his mouth on you, head moving up and down as he worked you with his tongue, his nose brushing your clit with every movement of his head. To say that you were so close was an understatement. You could feel your leg start to give out under you the longer you felt that heat build in your stomach. Ben was more than happy to assist you with that, too. His free hand grabbed the underside of your thigh and forced you further against his mouth until your leg was dangling over his shoulder. His other hand stayed on your hip, vice grip holding you upright effortlessly. 

His tongue found your clit one more time, and the emptiness it left was replaced by two long fingers pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. You leaned your forehead against the tile as you dug your nails into his scalp. Fuck, you didn't remember the last time a man ate you out, let alone ate you out like this. It felt so good you wanted to cry, you didn't even remember the pain in your body, all you could feel was pleasure. 

“Feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?” He spat into your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. If the shower hadn't been running the lewd sound of his fingers dragging in and out of your wet hole would've been so loud. But he could still hear it, and fuck did he love it. He took a second to look up at you. Such a pretty little thing when you were so close. “Oh, you wanna come don't you? Mhmm, yeah, you do. C'mon, gimme what I want. I know you can do it.” 

His tongue was back on your clit, he licked harsh stripes as he slipped his thick fingers in and out of your cunt with urgency. The sounds of him licking and sucking on your clit were almost as filthy as the sounds coming out of your mouth. His fingers fucked you without mercy, there was not a single thing gentle about his touch. It was rough and relentless. Just like he was. And it had you seeing fucking white before you even realized. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, lips parting in a silent cry as you held his face against you. But it wasn't like he'd go anywhere, if anything he kept his tongue on your swollen clit and his fingers never stopped. Tears formed in your eyes as your thighs shuddered. And when he didn't stop you were pulling at the ends of his hair to pull him off you. He groaned at this. Quite unhappy to be leaving the warm place between your thighs. 

“I wasn't done.” He looked up at you with a frown. You took in a deep breath, blowing out a small laugh as you grabbed at his face, weakly attempting to pull him back up.

“You can be down there all you want later, I just..” You swallowed hard, somewhat regaining your composure as he stood up to his full height. You pulled him down by his face and kissed him, and you kissed him fucking hard. And the taste of yourself still left on his tongue made you need him even more. “Just need you, okay?” 

“Need me where?” He grabbed your jaw, fingers sprawled out over your throat as he held your face back. He stared you down, malicious eyes full of greed as he waited for your answer. And he wouldn't give you anything until you did.

“Inside me.” You muttered through gritted teeth, almost delirious as you rubbed your thighs together with anticipation. He didn't look satisfied. You breathed in deeply, the aching need between your legs unbearable. “Need your cock, inside me, right now, Ben.” 

He lifted his eyebrows up in satisfaction and gave you a simple hum before he switched positions with you, without a word pressing your front against the shower wall. 

“I fuck you once and you're already acting like a pathetic whore? Okay. But you better fucking take my cock like the good fuck doll you've always been, hm?” He kicked your legs apart with his knee, his back pressing you further into the wall as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. You took a deep breath. “Yeah, you're gonna take this cock like a good lil’ fuck doll.” 

You gasped when he pushed himself inside with a snap of his hips, but it quickly turned into a moan when he pushed himself to the hilt, hips rutting against your ass. You dug your nails into nothing as you closed your eyes, taking in the delicious feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls.

“What a tight fucking cunt.” He grunted, gripping your hips, not wasting any time. He barely gave you time to adjust. “So fucking wet. Just for me, huh?” 

You were nodding against the wall instantly, pushing your ass back against him as he fucked you without mercy. You felt his lips on your shoulder as he leaned over you. The lewd sound of slapping skin was drowned out by the shower running but you could hear it clear as fucking day. 

“Yes! Mhmm feels so good.” You moaned softly, mindlessly reaching behind you to touch him, any part of him. Your fingers found his beard as you ran your hand over his face desperate to feel him, then you found his hair, and you latched on for dear life as he drilled into you. 

“Yeah? Like how my cock feels in your guts? You missed it, didn't you?” He pressed the side of his face into your head, allowing himself to close his eyes and soak the feeling of your nails on his scalp, he could even feel the faintest bit of electricity shooting through your fingers. He fucking loved it. 

“Yes! God yes.” You couldn't even describe how much. 

Ben smirked at this as he wrapped his arm over your chest and his fingers found your throat. He forced your head back, making you look at him. 

“Open your mouth,” He ordered, he held his finger to your pulse as he felt the fast rate of your heartbeat. You did as he said, and with a huff he spat in your mouth. “Slut. Swallow it.” 

How he could so easily break you down to nothing and treat you like no other man could, truly was beyond your understanding. But your mind didn't have to understand it. Your body just did it. You felt a pool of wetness seep through you at the damn near animalistic groan that rumbled in his throat. 

“You're such a good fucking girl.” He spat, pressing his lips against yours in a messy filthy kiss. You could barely keep your mouth open, not with the way he was so determined to make you fall apart for him. “You're my good fucking girl.” 

“I want to come. Please I—fuck.”  Your words were broken as your whole body burned up, and it wasn't from the hot water. 

“Of course, you do. It just feels so good, doesn't it?” He squeezed your throat harder, only choked out sounds could leave your mouth as he slipped his other hand to your swollen clit and rubbed harsh circles. 

Your orgasm hit you so hard you didn't realize it until you were shaking violently, your eyes rolled back into your head as you fucked yourself on his cock. Not that he ever stopped. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your wetness seeping on him. The wet sound of his cock slapping against your cunt made him want to come, too. 

“Fuck. Fucking Christ Violet. C'mon, make me come. Fuck yourself on my cock just like that. Be a good fuck doll for me, that's it.” His hand left your throat to pull at your hair. He dug his fingers deep into your scalp as his face fell on your shoulder. With a deep grunt he held you down on him. “Fucking take it, that's it, girl. Just like that. Fuck.” 

You could feel your mixed releases slip down your thigh. You sighed deeply, allowing yourself to close your eyes in ecstasy as he pressed his lips to your jaw. You hummed softly, reaching behind you to run your fingers through your hair. 

“I never want to leave this cunt. Feels so fucking good.” He muttered against your skin. 

You laughed softly, eyes still closed, you breathed heavily, “You're gonna have to eventually.” 

“Like fuck I am.” 

Both of his hands were on your hips and he turned you around. You whimpered softly at the emptiness he left you, but it was quickly replaced by choked out gasp when he grabbed both of your thighs and effortlessly hoisted you up around his waist. Your back was pressed against the tile wall and he slipped his cock inside you without a warning.

“Ben—” 

“You wanted my cock inside you? Well you better fucking take all of it. Every fucking inch ‘til I say so. You want it, don't you?” He spat, already fucking into you like you were nothing more than a toy. He held you up by your thighs as he kept them wide open so he could take as much as he wanted. And that he did. “Of course you do, this cunt is all mine to with as I fucking want. That ain't never gonna change.” 

What a long fucking night you were going to have. But you'd take a million of this over another day without him in your life. And this? This was all you ever wanted. You didn't need anything else, just him.

[plmp0]

Just why

Summary: it was one of your routines to go live with some of your fans to show gratitude and probably attract more people to your group, but this time ur fan was a litlle too touchy for Sunghoon's liking.

Tags: idol!bf!sunghoon, idol!gf!reader,PWP, jealousy (for like 10 seconds), possessive sunghoon, kinda toxic, p in v, rough, mild choking, unprotected sex (don't do that), bulge kink, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, messy sex, aftercare. (I think that's all)

AU note: i wrote this at 4 am okay! idk wtf is this but yeah sorry if there is any mistakes and also eng is not my first language.

Sunghoon has been working out since this morning, he was so angry, seeing u flirt with a guy in a live was enough for him to loose his mind, he was used to u going live with one of ur fans once in a while and he was fine with it cause he knows how fans should be cherished as he has them as well, but when it's a guy that is constantly touching u, when his eyes never left u, he couldn't stand it, he is a person who gets jealous easily and he knows that and so u do and still you managed to upset him.

He sighed deeply and went to took a long hot shower trying to relax a little and calm his anger down, his muscles ached and his whole body was burning. He finished his shower wearing just his sweatpants while drying his hair, his eyebrows stuck together.

"You seem tense" u said from behind him and he didn't answer not even sparing u a glance, u came closer and rubbed his back, he let out a shaky breath, hands dropping the towel somewhere and he spoke without turning ur way "Did u really need to do a live with HIM?"

"Wdym?" U raised ur eyebrows, it was rule between both of u to not get into each other's work and it looks like Sunghoon forgot about that. He fixed his wet hair his voice hoarse "what i mean is that fan was Very touchy", u sighed rolling ur eyes Sunghoon has always been possessive for u but the thing is he doesn't have any reason to be so "well it's not like i was the one asking him to do that, we were live so anything i do can go against me, i tried to avoid his touches but yeah" u said sitting on his bed admiring his naked torso and the way the water in his hair falls on his body, Sunghoon clicked his tongue not liking ur attitude the slightest as he turned and looked into ur eyes and you got lost, his gaze was dark and full of anger hands on his hips flexing unintentionally his biceps and u felt small under his gaze, u swallowed thickly, his eyes following your every move as he took a step toward u, then another, and another until he stood right in front of u.

His fingers held ur chin forcing u to look at him "Sunghoon...", his thumb traced ur bottom lip shushing you as he sighed "why did u let him do that? Do u like it when a guy touches you? When he stares at you? When he flirts with you? Does it turn u on?"

His questions made you nervous, you know that his jealousy is the one speaking but u don't know why, maybe it's the tone he is using or the way his eyes darkened, either way he was intimidating. (and you liked that)

"Do u want me to show u what i do when i get mad?", he took a step forward, forcing u to fall back and his knee was between ur legs, his hands grabbed ur wrists holding them above ur head and his face was so close to yours,

"Tell me baby...what do u think i will do to u?" He breathed out his eyes on ur lips and u felt urself get turned on by the way he is acting, you have never seen him like this and you wanted him to go further "You tell me, Hoonie" u mumbled softly. "You like the sound of that? Me going feral?" He asked his eyes back to stare at urs.

"Show me then" u breathed out challenging him and he smiled, his eyes glinting dangerously, his hands tightening around ur wrists excited to take that brattiness out of you, He leaned into ur ear and bit your lobe whispering "i'm gonna wreck you"

Sunghoon pulled you up and pushed you towards the headboard of the bed, his body towering over yours, his hands went to hold ur throat making you moan softly, his tongue licked ur ear and trailed down ur neck leaving open mouthed kisses, he stopped near ur collarbone and sucked harshly, making you moan and squirm underneath him, he left a kiss on your shoulder and stopped to admire his art , his hands went to the hem of ur shirt pulling it off u and he threw it somewhere in the room, his fingers playing with the lace bra u had on, "white?" He thought ,u bit ur lip, your arms going to cover ur boobs and his eyes darkened.

"Don't hide yourself, let me see you" he let out his voice deep and husky, his hands grabbed ur wrist and held them over ur head his other hand undoing ur bra throwing it away and his eyes dropped to look at your exposed chest, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he felt his mouth dry, you are so beautiful and the fact that he has you for himself always makes his heartbeats fasten, your cheeks heated up as u felt his gaze on you and he mumbled mockingly "what? Did u take back ur words?" And you only shifted your eyes from him shying away from him, and he chuckled leaning to take on one of your boobs in his mouth, his tongue sucking harshly making you moaning, he kissed his way to ur other boob doing the same as you kept squirming.

His fingers played with ur hard nipples and his teeth grazed it, u whimpered and he smirked, his hands going to grab ur breasts and he gave it a harsh squeeze making u gasp arching your back, his thumbs rubbing ur sensitive buds, "so sensitive", he kissed ur nipple and took it in his mouth again tugging it slightly leaving you like a mess.

His hands grabbed the waistband of ur jeans and pulled it down noticing the wet spot on ur panties, "Soaked already?", u looked away embarrassed and he held ur chin in place "answer me"

"Yes" was all u could say, a smug smile formed on his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip, and u sucked on it almost immediately and his eyes darkened even more if it's possible, his mouth attacked yours in a heated and messy kiss, his tongue dominating yours as always, and his hands lowered to your ass, squeezing and groping it harshly. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging his hair and he groaned into the kiss, his hand slapped your buttcheek hard and you pulled away to let a small cry, he kissed ur jawline and licked it numbing on it and u pulled his hair roughly, "hmmm" he hummed enjoying every moment of this. His finger slipped under ur panties and rubbed ur clit, "so wet" he chuckled, and you moaned loudly when his fingers went to your entrance rubbing your wetness and coating his fingers in it. "Fuck you drive me crazy! I can't think straight" his breath hitched. "I'm sorry" u whispered you know exactly how he keeps overthinking things and you can only imagine what was on his head after watching your live, he looked at u with hooded eyes oh how sorry you are going to be he thought "tell me what u want me to do to you" he whispered lowly, "Anything, everything, please, anything you want" u said desperate for release after the amount of teasing he put u through.

"Hmmm" he thought for a second and his mouth found your nipples again, sucking and nibbling at them, "Hoonie...please" u whined having enough from his teasing and wanting the real thing (lmao bye )

"Please what? Say it, use your words" he said almost mockingly watching you squirm not even able to form a proper sentence "Plea- hmmm, I need u, please fuck me"

He chuckled, his fingers slipped into you and u moaned loudly arching your back, his digits were long and slim and his thrusts were quick and rough, he pumped his fingers into u making your eyes roll back, his mouth went back to ur nipple while his other hand was holding your waist firmly and u arched your back pushing him deeper into you, "shit, shit, shit" u cried. He can feel his cock twitching every time u made a sound like that, ur expressions captured in his brain, he love to see you like this, so small, so helpless around him and he was about to lose it when u rolled ur eyes back hips following his movements.

"You're so hot, baby, do you know how many times i thought about fucking you while you were dancing? How many times i wanted to throw u on my lap and make you cum around me in the middle of the dance room? Do you know how many times i wanted to fuck you in front of those cameras to show everyone who u belong to" he groaned, his pace getting fast, "Ho-Hoonie" you cried, the sound of ur wetness was so loud, his hand was coated with your slick leaving a mess on the sheets as well, his fingers curled inside of u making you see white, and even at ur fucked state u couldn't help it but spot how his hard cock was throbbing through his sweatpants making you whine loudly, and he laughed darkly noticing u "you want it? Beg for it, tell me how much u need my cock"

"P-please, I- I need u, I want u, I can't take it anymore" u said desperately, his fingers pulled out and went to rub your clit very fastly his other hand keeping u in place as u tried to get away from his fingers at how intense you felt ur release coming, u cried as you came undone squirting all over his hand and his chest, Sunghoon looked at you satisfied, your legs were shaking panting heavingly, your body feeling weak already, "good girl, you did great" he kissed your forehead and got up, u frowned confused "Where are u going?" You asked and he pointed at his lower half "I'll be back, just give me a minute"

Sunghoon took off his sweatpants and boxers, his length springing free and smacking his toned stomach, your mouth watered, the way his dick curved upwards and the veins around it, the way his tip was red and the way his balls looked heavy,HE was perfect, his hand went to wrap around his member pumping it slowly, moaning at the feeling making you swallow the lump in your throat. "You like what u see?" He asked, his eyes half lidded, and his thumb smeared his precum around his tip, u nodded slowly "want a taste?" He asked and you got up crawling towards him making him smirk ohh how much he loves it when u act like an eager slut for him.

U sat on ur knees, looking up at him and he groaned when your warm tongue lapped the tip his hands went to pull ur hair, he groaned dropping back his head enjoying the way your mouth was wrapped around his tip before you started hollowing your cheeks and sucking him, his eyes noting the was u didn't dropped eye-contact making his breath hitch and u felt his cock twitch in ur mouth.

You tried to take him as far as u can but he is just too big and long that it wasn't possible for u to not gag, his eyes opened and he looked at you again, his thumb wiping the tears in your eyes loving the way ur mascara was messed up  and his other hand cupped ur cheek caressing it softly and your eyes met his again after rolling back, he smiled lovingly at you and the way his eyes turned so soft made ur heart race. He pulled out of ur mouth, his tip smacked his stomach and you couldn't help but admire him, "do u like it? Do u like it when i treat you like a princess while i'm rough with you?" He asked and u nodded, he hummed and went to lay down on his back and you crawled over him, he held his length and u positioned yourself on top of him, his tip teasing your entrance before going inside you and he groaned at how warm and wet u felt his hands guiding you to sit on him and take more of him slowly, the stretch was so good and he hissed as u moaned feeling him filling you up completely, his hand rested on ur hips his eyes closed enjoying how good u feel, and u moved on top of him, rolling your hips slowly as u kept moaning "shit" u whined,picking up ur pace bouncing on his cock, his eyes were now glued to the way his dick disappears inside of you, "god! so tight" he groaned, his hand slapped your buttcheek harshly and the way you clenched around him made him grunt, he thrusted his hips into yours, hitting your sensitive spot again and again until you cried.

"So close, i'm so close" you mumbled and his hand went to grab your neck making you choke mind going crazy, "I'm close too, baby" he whispered.

He kept pounding into you making the bed squeak you were sure ur neighbors heard everything as your moans were getting so loud, he let go of your neck and you lowered ur body taking more of him making him lose his mind one of his hands now traveled down to feel the bulge in ur stomach and his eyes rolled back at that his thrusts now fast and hard, it felt so good, his cock twitched inside of you and u knew that he is about to release at any moment you closed ur eyes enjoying the way he was grunting and groaning, his hands went to hold onto your ass delivering a hard smack making u scream as he kept fucking you into oblivion. You kept getting close and you struggled to hold ur release "Cum inside, fill me up, please" u begged wanting to cum with him and he chuckled "my eager slut" he cooed his thrusts never slowing down, "m gonna make sure to fill u up dw" his fingers went to play with ur clit making your body shake uncontrollably as u dropped your head on his shoulder crying not able to hold ur release anymore and he whispered into your ear lowly "cum, baby" You rolled your eyes back, and let out a scream cumming hard on him, his hips stuttered against u his cum filling you up as well, he groaned deeply,"fuck, take it" he rolled his eyes his movements not stopping until he got rid of his high fucking his cum inside you more, his arms going to hug you and his lips kissing your head sweetly, the two of you laid there trying to catch ur breath, your legs were trembling, your body was weak, you felt him softening inside of you and he kissed your head again whispering sweet words in your ear as his hands rubbed your back soothingly.

"You ok?" He asked and u hummed not wanting to talk making him laugh at ur cuteness and knowing how exhausted you were, his hand caressed your hair, you loved this side of him it makes u fall for him more, knowing that you are the only one with whom he can act so sweet and soft, only you are allowed to see his vulnerable side, his weakness, u sighed softly hugging his buff body "m sure m gonna wake up someday passed out just because of your hard grip" u joked feeling his hug tightening, he smirked playing with ur hair "the only hard thing you are gonna wake up to is my morning wood darling" You looked at him shocked and his smirk only got bigger, u pushed him lightly "Park Sunghoon!" He laughed at ur reaction, his hand going to brush a strand of hair away from ur face moving so you can face him, he looked into ur eyes deeply his gaze was so soft, so gentle, full of love, his thumb brushed against ur cheekbones and he whispered lovingly "i love you"

Ahhhhhhhhh i should go to sleep fr, but yeah i hope u enjoy ~~

[keirawantstocry]

Hi am back. yes i will so totally be 💋anon and i will probably be back a lot (i have reqs just gotta sort through em). more soft kisses for jealous tubbo, twas great :>

On the note of specifically tubbo + fit, you remeber how there was the joke(??) of them getting married in Vegas? maybe something on that actually happening and pac finding out? like offhandedly mentioned or like, them talking about marrying tubbo or smthn idk go buck wild.

(question do you prefer v vague reqs, a little detail, a lotta detail or options?) Hope youre having a good day :>

oh do I remember it. I think I was in tubbos chat when it happened. I remember watching it unfold live. I would LOVE to expand on it 

(I love all requests to be honest. but I do appreciate a bit of detail because it gives me a starting point to go off of) 

“Aren't you two going to get married?” Bagi asked. The three of them were sitting inside Bagi's house at her dining room table when she asked. She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and raised her eyebrow before taking a sip. 

Pac laughed nervously. “Bagi, I don't know if-” 

“Can't people only get married once?” Fit asked. 

Pac and Bagi turned to look at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. “Sim,” Bagi said. “Why do you ask?” 

Fit looked up and took a long swig of tea. “Oh, well, I'm married.” 

“Oh right to Spreen yeah?” Pac asked. “We can get that annulled with the Federation surely. Not that we need to,” he rushed to clarify. “Baby steps.” 

Fit shook his head. “No, not Spreen. That's a Federation thing only. I'm legally married. Of my own choice.” 

“To who?” Bagi asked incredulously. 

Pac felt a rush of jealousy go through him. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to marry Fit but it felt weird that he had never brought this spouse up before. They told each other everything. 

“Tubbo.” 

The Brazilains stared at him. The jealousy dissipated as Pac laughed. 

“You are married to Tubbo??” 

“Why??” Bagi asked as Fit joined Pac in laughing. 

Fit shrugged. “We got drunk in Vegas. Made out. Tubbo acted like some kind of prudish Catholic woman. Said I had to marry him if I was gonna try and get in his pants.” He chuckled. “I don't think he expected me to take him seriously. But I carried him to the first courthouse I saw and we got married.” 

Pac perked up. “Did you have sex?” 

Bagi smacked him. 

“Ow!” 

“You can't just ask if they had sex!” Bagi slapped her forehead as pushed back her chair. 

“I'm sorry he was the one who implied it!” Pac yelled back. 

Fit laughed at both of them Not answering the question, Pac noted. 

-

Pac cornered him after they left. “Did you have sex? What does he kiss like? He's a good kisser isn't he? Can I sleep with him? Your husband, I should probably get permission you know.” 

“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Fit chuckled quietly. “You're not mad?” 

Pac stopped dead. “Why would I be mad?” 

“Uh, cause we're dating and I didn't tell you that I'm married.” 

Pac waved him off. “Oh please. It's Tubbo.” He perked up again. “Can we all be official? I want to kiss him. Can I kiss your husband?” 

Fit laughed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah you can kiss him. Kiss him as much as you want.” 

Pac pumped his fist in the air. “Let's fucking go! Okay, bye Fitch. I'll see you later. I'm going to go kiss him!!!” 

-

“OI TUBBO!” 

Tubbo looked up from the chest he was currently searching. “Pac? What's up dude?” 

“You and Fit got married?” 

Tubbo's eyes widened in fear. Fuck. “Okay, yeah, hey I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude on you guys and-” 

He was cut off by Pac's hands on his face. “Calma. Be my boyfriend? You're very cute.” 

Tubbo blinked in surprise. “You… you want me?” 

Pac's eyes landed on his lips before licking his own. “Sim, sim, por favor.” 

Tubbo was nodding. Nodding and nodding. And he was being kissed and it was wonderful and soft. Pac tasted like sweets. He wasn't sure exactly what had just occurred but he was definitely not opposed to it. 

[jikookficsdiarry]

HELLO LOVES!! I'm here to express my deepest love for episode 4. Finally, it has been a long week, and the wait for episode 5 is almost over :)

OFCOURSE I'm gonna begin with

너는 나, 나는 너 🥹

Jikook in the swimming pool, enjoying their time together, getting on with their daily antics was the best thing ever!! The way they played rock, paper scissors under water🥹 CUTIES my goofballs for real!! Also, yes I have the same question as you, why did Kook have to remind minie that the glass was see through?? What kind of mischief was jiminie upto?!!!

Also, umm hello?! My 2015 baby army self would have never survived this. Please I think BT21 took hiatus too seriously. Damn, I used to lose my mind over foreheads...we have come a long way lads.

Also, the ppeuri after the whole ramyeon conversation?! Hello?! Like what was going on?! The way I screamed into my pillow. BYE.

BUBBAS🥹🤍 (the yawning in sync, they are the embodiment of you are me, i am you)...also I felt so bad for tae cause his neck hurt after head banging...I really hope his neck felt so much better when kookie gave him the message🥺

You wanna know the exact moment I said "what in the AO3?"

This right here. I combusted. I smiled, then I teared up and I replayed it 10 times to know if this wasn't a fever dream. It wasn't. It was reality and then I teared up some more. Happy tears I promise🥹🤍

When I first saw this thought the sign was edited🤭 little did I know the universe was trying to give me sign instead.

All the food moments, apart from making me extremely hungry made me realise how much attention kookie pays to minie whilst he is eating. Not only in these episodes but every time kookies ensures jiminie has eaten well🥹 like idk how to explain but it tugs at my heart strings🥹🤍

Also, idk why tae bear didn't join them for snorkelling, but his smile when he looks at kookie and jiminie has my whole heart🥹🤍

I was so happy that my baby caught to fishes!! Look at that adorable boxy smile🥹 my whole heart...oh I miss tae. Okay sorry no more tears.

I usually don't point this out, but omds I could not hold back this time, the SIZE DIFFERENCE!! I know there are so many other moments, but something about kookies hand enveloping jiminie hands and jiminie holding onto kookies thumb....yeah, my heart is doing a triple axle as we speak.

To conclude, I really from the bottom of my heart enjoyed watching this episode. I was struggling health wise last week and this epsiode gave me the energy I needed. I also feel I was more relieved by the fact that Jiminie didn't feel sick anymore and wasn't hurt in any way. I was so happy to see vminkook giggling.🤍 And jikook being so happy in each other's presence. Their moments, the little things they do for each other, I see them🤍 I know there are so many theories and asks about so many moments not only in this episode. I'll reteriate, I am not going to respond to asks that are offensive or not OT7, and I am just trying to enjoy the show, please let me kindly do that🤍

Episode 5 has me already excited. Less than 24 hours!! LESSSGOO!!

Are you sure?! You truly are my serotonin🥹🤍

Thank you.

~ Nel🤍

Please drop a good review for AYS if you can🫶🏻

[sweetredbeans]

Just gonna randomly ramble some things here about the Sonic Movies okay cool. (PS. This is absolutely not meant to be mean if you didn't like the trailer: you are 100% allowed to dislike it. This is just me rambling my own thoughts ^v^)

I'm already immediately tired of people absolutely BLASTING the movies for choices that they don't like without actually thinking about why those choices might have been made.

Tom being a cop. Okay. What other Earth profession follows the stereotypical "hero" role (the role that Sonic fills in his games) any better? So, a profession where you are saving people from "bad guys" by beating them up. Because that is what Sonic does in Sonic 1. Follows Robotnik around and beats him up and rescues the people (flickies) he was being mean to. They clearly wanted to parallel that idea and yeah, Sonic doesn't like cops and that makes sense given who he is, but I can also look at the movie and go "Oh, they wanted that parallel for a reason and that's why they made that decision" not just because they want to engage in copaganda.

Why is Amy not here yet. Money. Plain and simple, guys. Amy doesn't sell as well as Shadow. Period. Sorry. And nobody knows if they'll get another movie after this. They might, yeah, but 3 movies in a franchise like this is already a lot, and 4 is REALLY a lot. Yes, it is being more common now for something to have 700 sequels, but it is VERY not guaranteed, and if they wanted to get more hype and make more money, then Shadow coming first makes WAY more sense. And trying to shoe-horn her into this movie would absolutely be a disservice to her personality and backstory, as well as Shadow's--they wouldn't be able to properly develop either of them in one 2.5 hour long movie.

Sonic is working for GUN so he must be pro-military. I reblogged a much better-worded post about this earlier, but I am HIGHLY inclined to believe that GUN is USING Sonic to get to Shadow by playing off something adjacent to "He's gonna destroy the world oh noooooo". Let's be real here: GUN would NEVER let Sonic go get Robotnik again, they blackbooked him HARD for a reason. So I am highly inclined to believe that while Sonic may START working for GUN because they ask for his help, they are not going to stay amicable for the whole movie (especially given the fact that we see soldiers around Maria's dead body and somebody is going to tell Sonic about that) But clearly they aren't going to give something like that away in the first 2 minute trailer guys.

Gerald is here. I don't have a great answer for this one aside from the fact that they needed someone to play Eggman's role from SA2, and Eggman himself isn't set up to do it. Theoretically, SOMEONE had to bust Shadow out of GUN prison, and having Gerald be a hologram or robot or something set up to take revenge on GUN later would make a lot of sense. It's also possible that he was also frozen or stasis-ified and got let out once GUN figured out Project Shadow still existed and then took his revenge idk we'll just have to see won't we?

This is just a random last point but...if you go back and watch the first trailers for either of the other Sonic movies, they are VERY different from what we actually saw and LOADS of stuff is either massively changed or majorly taken out of context so...that could be good or bad.

In conclusion: we'll just have to wait and see, but these are my thoughts and predictions woo!

[fuck-customers]

I think probably one of my worst customer stories has to be this: I work at a restaurant that's well known for having really good customer service right? We're located right off a busy intersection so we're normally packed full of people. I have one of my regulars bring one of her friends by I'm going to call Miss V. Miss V asks for a salad that normally comes with chicken nuggets on it and asks if she can get it with grilled strips instead. I reply back that well Miss V I'm sorry but we don't have grilled strips, we have regular chicken strips or I could get her a grilled fillet and have it cut up instead. And she gets sad but says she'll go with the strips and I'm like okay and ring her up with the salad with regular strips like she asked for.

I see one of my teenage coworkers coming back with a salad looking confused and I'm like what's up what's wrong with it thinking there was like a hair in it or it was made wrong. My coworker tells me oh this lady said that her salad was wrong I'm not sure- and I'm already sighing and going "is it Miss V?" And point to her and the coworker confirms and I see her motioning me over. So I'm like alright and I go over to her table like "So what's wrong with the salad? I thought you said you wanted strips." And Miss V insists once more that she wanted grilled strips not regular ones. And I'm just mentally sighing like okay clearly this lady thinks that I'm hiding this specific secret menu item from her and explain to her once more that we don't have grilled strips. She protests saying that she's had grilled strips the last time she came here because she ordered the salad with regular nuggets and they handed her the one with grilled strips by mistake and liked it better. She even pointed to my manager behind me and was like he replaced it for me but I want the one with grilled strips now.

So now I'm thoroughly confused like we don't sell grilled strips so idk what she means. I ask her if her strips came hot or cold thinking that maybe she just got handed one of the other salads that comes with cold grilled chicken and thought it was that but she says it was hot chicken. And then it dawns on me that it's probably the exact same hot grilled fillet cut up that I suggested to her in the first place. So I'm like we're going to replace it with the cut up grilled fillet will that work? And she goes "What's the difference"

By this point I'm starting to get a headache with her and I have a line of guests waiting for me back at front counter so I'm like it's how we have to ring it up. I explain to my coworker and manager how she wanted it fixed and rush back to my register to deal with the hoard of people that came by. I don't think about it for a while until I finish my line of people and I see her beckoning me over once more and I'm like lord what now.

She then explains to me that she'd now like her kids meal that she also bought with her meal but wanted later. (Something that we technically don't do for things besides ice cream but we can work around so long as either the person that took the order or who bagged the order remembers and we didn't have a shift change in the middle.) Mind you she asks for this like 3 hours later when the bagger has changed so I'm like sure okay I just need either your reciept or the sticker that printed off with your order to prove to bagging that you paid for it. And naturally she tells me that she doesn't have it because another coworker that was working dining room (I expressly want it to be known that we did have someone taking care of the dining room like I don't know why she keeps asking me for it since I'm on front counter and she can actively see I'm busy) threw it away with her trash because they didn't know. And I'm just sighing because now I have to dig through the trash to see if I can even find this piece of paper while I'm actively busy trying to do other stuff.

Thankfully her sticker from her salad was sitting at the top of the trash can and I could bring it to bagging and be like Miss V wants her kids meal now. The bagger looks at me confused at first because like I said we don't really do that but bags it anyways and hands it over.

Still to this day I have no idea how she managed to get her 'grilled strip' salad at all since that's a special order thing and those are clearly marked. Like it would have said hot grilled chicken on top and bagging usually has to hold for those. She's just going to have a rude awakening if she tries to come in on a day I'm not here and tries to do that because I'm probably one of the only non-managers that could understand what she meant and had enough patience for her to give me the runaround. The teenagers working night shift will just blink at her and say we can't do that at all. 😂

[afaramir]

hi abby!! you love talking abt your fics? well, as it happens, i LOVE listening to people talk abt their fics *high-fives you* so hereee u go: 8, 17, 23, 24, 33 and 40 :)

hiiii ria thank you <333 [high fives you back] this is a beautiful synergy we are living...sorry this took me several days i just kept not having a shareable last line. for every we're so back there is always an it's so over. we're here now and that's what matters LOL

8. share the last line that you wrote

you have kept me waiting, my lord steward, she says when his footsteps stop, his reflection hovering just out of reach of her mirror.

well this is NOT umbar fic OR condolences congratulations. one day i will learn to finish one thing before i start another. but it is set in a slightly alternate version of the same reality. this is the crazy forty years later everyone lives au where aragorn is king and denethor is his steward and finduilas is actually the one running the place. it’s just an excuse for me to write “what if we made our healthy loving political marriage a messier and more political v-shape because you just HAD to officially get back together with your situationship from when you were 25 and oh he just HAPPENS to be the king.” they are shockingly functional about it (i do not know if i could call it healthy. but it is Incredibly High-Functioning and They Are Having Fun. so who am i to stop them!). conceptually/vibes-wise this is the result of my mind stirring around "their wives know the steward serves the king, and sometimes that goes beyond matters of state" (like truly...WHOA boy. that knocked me flat. @bretwalda-lamnguin i WILL respond to that post eventually i have things to say they just have to marinate a little longer) + regent!finduilas as a concept and an Energy + finduilas's general pure concentrated "i can fix him" beam + also going on a tangent off of anna @potatoesandsunshine's "our marriage is already bad enough what if we ruined someone else's life with it" theory. and this came out.

17. what is your favourite trope to write

NAMES AND TITLES AND MANNERS OF ADDRESS BABY!!! that shit is like drugs for me. whenever i'm messing around with it i feel like i am at the very height of caring about and understanding my own work i KNOW that sounds obnoxious as hell but like. aghhhhh. im in there THINKING. about specifically when and where and how one manner of address might shift to another and whether that is different inside the narration and out loud and what each name and title means in which situation. yeah im normal about hierarchies why do you ask.

23. where do you usually write

my beloved local coffeeshop down the street from my apartment! i am there as i write this. my regular barista often makes fun of me bc he sees me running for the train in the morning bc i am perpetually late for work. unfortunately the earliest i can make it out of the house in the evening is 7 and they close at 9 but it’s a good two hours. then it’s off to my friends’ apartment (they’re my downstairs neighbours i basically also live there) for like another two hours. yeah i do this every day. i am aware i am insane but it is the only way i get anything done.

24. which fic do you think is your funniest

hmm. i feel like im not often intending to be particularly funny. wait no its definitely open arms. “sokka, panicking: you like guys!” is literally in the description. i wrote it bc of a shitpost. WOW that is possibly the throwback of all time. that’s like the first fic i wrote back when i started getting really Good at writing because i was wildly hyperfixated on avatar and it was covid and i wrote 100k in a year. well well well

33. which of your fic titles is your favourite

ok i did do this one but im gonna give a runner up. TO THE VERY DEAR MEMORY OF [ ] is a personal fave for sure bc it's. idk nontraditional? well it's based off of this image and it took me a long time of testing different things before i figured out a way to appropriately represent that erasure of the name on the headstone by the water...the sensation that there Used to be something there, that there was Supposed to be something there, but all that is left is the water. and i'm very pleased by the effect of the brackets and how it looks on the ao3 page. it just brings me a lot of joy to let myself kind of fuck around and do whatever i think is cool. im trying so so so hard to internalize "get weird with it!" and its the baby steps out here.

40. pick one of your fics and share a quote to go with it (not a quote from the fic, but an outside quote that fits)

ooh ok a throwback. race for a hurricane (speaking of the titles/names/manners of address trope this is my BEST execution of it) + "the french have a saying: the fate of glass is to break. maybe the fate of spies is to just fade away. but with any luck, we leave something behind" -spectre, 2015. im getting that last line tattooed someday.

fic writer asks

[causenessus]

NESS!! hello love! <3 i was gonna send an ask this morning but i ran out of time so im sending one (shorter this time) now!! i hope you're doing good n your headache is all gone!

so i went to the meeting for the speech and debate club!! honestly it was a ton of fun bc a lot of my friends were there! some of the varsity member of the team are super funny like we had practice debates just for fun and we were going crazy just spitting out random points to argue against each other's claims IT WAS HILARIOUS cause we had a pirates vs ninjas debate, we debated whether nuclear warfare or global warming would have more of an impact, and we also debated whether or not homeless people could raise the country's gdp (that one was actually insane to listen to bc by the time he finished explaining his research my jaw was on the floor but i wont go into detail on what his plan was for that... it was crazy😭)

ANYWAY!!! im visiting my parents (im already here) and staying at their house for a couple days (sigh)... yay..! so if u see me tweaking out on tumblr that's probably why LMAOAOAO its always a pleasure i guess... im gonna be baking to cope

SO HOW ARE YOU DOING!! HAVE YOU BEEN GETTING ENOUGH REST? how has your day been so far? and MAKE SURE YOU DRINK WATER AND EAT ENOUGH!! ALSO DONT FORGET YOUR MEDS!!!

HELLO SAV!!! SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL <33

I'm glad the speech and debate meeting was good!!! the way you guys escalated from privates v. ninjas to like homelessness is crazy 😭😭

AND AA oh no :(( I hope it isn't too bad during your stay there!! please let me know if you need anything and I'm always here for you <3 and bake lots and lots and have fun!! <3 I am doing okay!! and trying to get as much rest as possible although idk if I always succeed at doing so 😭😭 I'm answering this at like 7:40 in the morning so nothing's really happened today but we shall see !! MAKE SURE YOU EAT ENOUGH AND DRINK WATER TOO <3 AND TAKE YOUR MEDS!!

[floatinginzerogravity]

Murder Drones Episode 3 Analysis

I was bored and in the mood to theorize, so this series continues. Also, I've given up on keeping these free from future episode spoilers, so be warned I guess.

Right off the bat, I find "3071" to be an oddly specific number, and it is for this reason that I think the mansion era stuff took place in 3021, because 50 is a nice round number that makes sense, and follows the "year of production" thing that shows do, aka, make the year in show the same as the real world date. You may be asking, "Tessa doesn't look over 50!" And to that I reply, Cryogenics, Cyborg, Tessa is dead and that's not Tessa.

Text: [Name: Angela Palmer [Age: 19 [Description: 4'7" Gray hair Grey eyes Grey shirt [Last seen: Confusing the ancient digital artifact collection "The Office with a personality core. [Additional Info: To further prevent further dying, I'm sorry, "going missing," the WDF recommends avoiding the following: Going anywhere, being curious about anything, thinking about making friends, talking to anyone, looking at anyone, ignoring someone for too long, being unlucky, being too lucky around those less fortunate than you, {come on back} Text: [PROM: CLASS OF 3071 [THEME: ANCIENT DARK AGES LIKE YEAR 2000. EWW] [TIME: LIKE TOTALLY WHENEVER] Text: [Name: Kenzie Rivers [Age: 19] [Height: 4'4"] [Last seen: Coonnstantly talking about how much her limbs and organs are soooooo intact, God she's insufferable]

Text: [Name: Lainey Gilmore [Age: 20] [Height: 4'4" [Last seen: Playing the best long con prank on her friends and family

Text: [End of year exams [Where: in the... idk why you... [When: ... i guess [Why: judging your... pay i haven't... (I can't read it) Text: [Name: Dillan Hall [Age: 18 [Description: 5'2" [Last seen: Being a bad person, so this is okay. This is a fine narrative path to take. This is a good message - I'm a hero] <- Liam talking to himself lol

Text: [ERROR: OPTICAL CALIBRATION [20/160]] [LOL NICE VISION [KELSY [SURVIVIAL MODE While we're here, I think it's worth mentioning how V wore glasses in the mansion, but no longer does as a Disassembly Drone. This leads to the conclusion of either: A. With the orbs acting as replacement eyes, any previous visual defects are rendered null or B. V has been walking around with terrible vision, and in the end, that's what will save her from the sentinels, not being able to see them. I mean, we haven't seen her be bootlooped by them, sooooooo- ...Probably the first one

Doll has some weird anti-gravity stuff going on with her hair, similarly to the anti-gravity effect seen in the FINAL DESTINATION trailer

It seems object duplication is within the solver's arsenal Do you think that would work on entire drones, mayhaps related to the Disassembly Drone cloning?

It was revealed in Glitch X that these roaches were originally self-duplicating cleaner bots, but duplicated too much and became pests Just some lore :> THEORY TIME! Today we are analyzing: the symbolism of killing cleaner roaches (yay!)

It has been pointed out by Youtuber Narujen that certain characters, who are seen as more malicious, are seen killing roaches (Pictured above: Doll stepping on a roach), while others...

(pictured: N stopping himself from stepping on a roach)

(Pictured: Uzi healing a roach) ... are seen valuing the lives of them more. What am I getting at here?

Well, What's the other notable roach scene?

When the solver killed the roach in Cyn's introduction scene. While this is most likely simply an indication of the solver's evilness and nothing more, it could also suggest, that while Cyn is a separate entity from the solver, perhaps she's not entirely opposed to it either... Yeah, this is literally just my recent fascination with this headcannon talking. I think the show itself will take the good-Cyn route, but it's fun to think about!

Text: [Phrase, Absolute Solver could mean: [1. It solves math shit (like a nerd)] <- Strong words from someone who built a railgun, oh, excuse me, a "magnetically amplified photon converter." You telling me you didn't use math for that?? [2. It's an algorithm for "big worm thing] [3. It absolutely sucks lol GGs]

Text: [TRUST NO ONE: That's why I don't have any friends... no other reason...

Text: [STRANG DRONES FOUND] [MOBILE, Ala, Oct. 8. - The... Commission today adopted recommendations of the committee of public health closing all schools in the niotion(?) joture(?) houses and theater on account of the prevalence of the epidemic of Spanish influenza (The spanish flu) Public gatherings including Liberty raliee have been ordered stopped. The health authorities have recommended that persons refrain from kissing] I... have no idea what this means. Most likely from pre-core collapse era, but the headline and the text have nothing to do with each other...

Text: [YOU ARE IN RANGE!]

Text: [Gravitational (Waves?) Detected] In light of recent events,

VERY SUSPICIOUS

Braiden's head is still on fire from when Uzi possessed him Also, Uzi sitting directly on top of the desk :D

What's up with the picture on the side of Uzi's locker? Some sort of Drone boyband? An advertisement posted in every locker in the school?

Jank school posters

(Rebecca tripped Uzi with her foot) You can't say she didn't get what she friggin deserved in Cabin Fever

That is... a lot more missing posters than there were before

CAUTION: WET MURDER I want to own one of these

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

another shot of Uzi's room

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

[the-path-to-redemption]

I wonder if i should get into rwby? I like sun wukong in any media he is but i wonder if its worth seeing him in rwby despite from what i heard is that in here: sun is his actual first name instead of it being the last name here in rwby

Or do i just stick to fanfics?

I am v fascinated by this sun wukong tho from readin your blog: it seem better if someone else took over this character (imo needs more JTTW esque lifestyle like him being wandering pilgrim and he takes care of ppl who he considered his family like the actual sun wukong from the novel)

Idk so do i?

cont.

Same anon that was asking about rwby sun wukong. I just think its neat if by having a character that has tie to sun wukong, he should share more similarities(or a bit of history) from the monkey of his namesake. Like for example he found a book called jttw (within rwby universe) that detailed how in a pilgrimage a human was traveling with a group that had a monkey in it and they were a family and our sun idolize that monkey and took up his name as his own. Or him got tired of ppl not calling his name right so he just lets them called him by sun(here it be his last name). Idk small details like that but idk much of RWBY besides my knowledge of JTTW and sun wukong.

Long post ahead

Oh boy, anon. are you in for a ride.

You're right that if handled by anyone else, RWBY's interpretation of Sun Wukong as both an allusion and as his own character would've been so much better and I would've liked the route of him being a traveling Huntsman in the world of Remnant instead of being a team leader to a team that half of the members doesn't even like him. It would've made a lot of plot holes and unsavory writing decisions about his character in the books nonexistent.

However, the context of humanoids with animal features in this show relates to a racial subplot that was handled like SHIT. This isn't against you anon, but to have Sun read and idolize a monkey-humanoid entity like the OG Sun Wukong with this context in mind would raise A LOT of issues.

For example, the author of that book (spoilers) would not possibly exist pre-cleansing where humanoids with animal features cannot be found (that's after the global boom boom), so the author would be writing an epic with very racist ideologies in the context of racism in Remnant (comparing Faunus to animals is racist). And uh, yeah.

Please understand that I am highly biased against the show's many decisions involving its writing, but I did very much enjoy its 3 beginning volumes, where the writing and choreography were slightly better and could be excused as "the starting point" of something greater. Hell, that was why RWBY even got some relevancy in Japan and China with the two official mangas, manga anthropologies, game crossovers, and dubs. But I wouldn't recommend it to you, who want to experience a good Sun Wukong-inspired character.

That being said, please make your own decisions if you decide to check RWBY out. I recommend watching Volumes 1-3, or at the very least a famous fight scene between Sun and an antagonist, Roman Torchwick, here.

I wish you the best of luck, and I'm sorry if this answer is lackluster due to my own gripes with this show.

[barbedwire-and-chokeslams]

>:3c

Angle ~ Your favorite storyline(s)? Why?

Card ~ If you could pick the matches for a wrestling event who would be in it and for what event?

*Catchphrase ~ List your favorite catchphrases? -OR- Post a gif of your favorite catchphrases?

*Gear ~ Your favorite and/or least favorite wrestling attires?

*Generation ~ The best time period/era of wrestling? Why?

Luchador ~ Your favorite Luchador -OR- Favorite masked wrestler?

Run-In ~ Your favorite match interference(s)?

Save ~ Your favorite occasion(s) in which one wrestler saved another wrestler? Why?

*Shows ~ Have you ever attended any wrestling event(s)? If yes, share your experience(s). If not, what event(s) would you like to attend?

Thank you so much for asking! I'm sorry this took so long, I wanted to be able to add as many visuals as I could ^^;

Angle: Sandman's entire development, especially the plot of winning Tyler back from Raven. It went on exactly as long as I wanted it to, and it really pushed me over the edge from liking him a lot to unabashedly loving him. Seeing him come out with Tyler on his shoulders is easily in the top three most gratifying moments in the entirety of ECW for me thus far. Sandman in general added something to the whole Raven-Dreamer feud that kept it fresh as I was just starting to get sick of seeing those two. I've been going back and rewatching early '94 to get clips and whatnot and man, he's come such a long way from yelling at Tommy Cairo to PAY HIS BILLS! And I haven't even seen his surfer gimmick yet (I'll be watching the years I inadvertently skipped once I get to the end).

Card: This was definitely the hardest one to answer. I have no clue how many matches are "supposed" to be at an event/on a card, so bear with me lol.

Al Snow v. Rob van Dam. I also want Jerry Lynn in the mix somehow but idk who I'd replace.

Giant v. Tiny - Mr. Hughes or Bam Bam Bigelow for the giant and Mikey Whipwreck or Spike Dudley for the tiny

Rey Mysterio Jr. v. Psicosis or Juventud Guerrera, I'd be happy with either

Cactus Jack v. Sabu

Finale: Three-Way Dance between the Gangstas, the Eliminators, and the Chair-Swinging Freaks

Maybe not the most creative matchups, but I consistently love these guys. For the structure, I like majority bloody/destructive matches with one or two skill matches to satisfy both parts of my brain.

Catchphrase: BANG BANG!

Also, not technically catch"phrases" in the literal sense, but Kronus's laugh, Sabu's point, and Cactus's/Mankind's pigsqueals delight me to no end.

L̷͉̲͌͛E̵͙̎T̴̤̰̈́͗ ̷̖̿M̴̘͎̈Ẽ̸͚̺ ̶͔͂́Ǐ̸̯̈́N̵̮̂

Wait, what was that?

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Ę̷̟̳̣̞͖̠̘͎̘̝̜̦̞̦̣̗͕͔̅̋͑͜Ŗ̸̨̨̨͙̜̲͓̦̫͈̯̦͓͙̬̲̣̬͚̟̰̘̻̠̹͉̖̮͚̥̣͓̳̝̥̯̤̫̫̻̹͗̅̆́͛̍͛̔̿̃̽͒͂͊͗̂̄́̐͆̒̋̄̚̚͝͝Ạ̴̛̛̛̛̛͓͚͈͓̹͙̻̇̎͆̓̎̄͑̓̿̒̓̎̈̆̿͐̈́̑̃̃̂̊̊̎̽̎̎̓͋̃̓͑̍͂͌̇͂̚͘͘͠͠͝͝S̴̛̤̻̠̩̟͔̘̘̪̮̠͖͚̬̻̮̺̥͔̙̱̯̹͕̞̣̀̑̌͌̄̾͆̈́̈́͛̀̌̄͗̀́̂̀̄̔̀͋͛̏̾̆̐̑͛̌̈́́̀̓͂̅͑́͛̾͆̽͜͠͝͝͠Ę̴̨̧̢̧̧̛̗͔̻̜͖͈̯̩̭̣̞̬͓̻͇̖͕̠̥͖̦͈̘͈̩͉̤̩̀̏̾̔̋̑̓̌̽̈́̈́͂͆͒͒̾̏̆̿́̊̈́̔̾̌̅́̒̔̕͜͜͠͠ ̸̧̛͇̗͓̟͖̪̭̫̫̩̳̜̠̻͈̳̖̤̞̙̘̳̩̮̲̦͐̈̓̀̆͗̍͑́͆̋̒̌̔̿̈̉̇͊̿͋̈́͑̌͗̎͂̿̕̕͘̚͘͘̕͝͠͝͝͝Y̴̨̨͓͔̥̠̘̞̲̗̗̱̝͉̯̯̗̟͇͓͈͚̪̩̦̖̩͔̬̻͚̪̪͍̦̰̻̘͛̈́̐̈́̄̾̏̀̑̽̊̇̒̔̌͘͜͜͝͠͠͝Ǫ̶̡̧̡̢̗͈̻͇̭̠̥̺͖̰̠͚̗̦̣̘̝͇̟͖͈͖͕͚̞̖̖̲͇͚̗͔̩̯͉̞̜͍͈̹̠̙̦͕̌̀͘͜͜͠ͅŲ̵̧̧̛̛̦̤͔̗̰̺̦̥̬̮͉̜̳̖̰̪̰̤̫̘̯̞̯̞̬͙͕̩̭̯̣̺̅͋̔̎͑͋́̈́͐̊͊̀̓̑̽̈́̊̈́͌̋̾̃͛̎͑̿̿̇̈́̉͑̈́̉̍͐̂͒̏̃̈́̎̂͑̕̕̚͝͝͠͝ͅR̷̨̧̨̡̡̛̛͖̬̟̺̯̖̘̥̹͎̮̤̝̳̝̰̭̼͕͔̯̤̹͓̲̰̭̪̦̥̞̹̻̖̪̼̽͊͋̈́̈̑̌̃̍̾̓̈́̌̀̿͛͋̇̊̄̒̈́̈̈́͆̈́̉͑͛̏̄̒͗͂̀͛͂̇̆̾̂̂̀͑͌̚̕̚͜͝ ̸̢̢̧̨̧̛͈͈̼̞̝̺̲̪̲̫̲̙̩̩͕̲̦̙̹͚̘̺̱̫̣̰̬̘̮̬̱͙̭͎̼̤͎̱̤͈̮̩͆̈́̅̅̅͋̀̉́͛̀͐̃̾̿̃̀͗̃̄̈̏͌̏̊͛̾͗̀̈́͛̀͂͐͘͝͠͠ͅͅM̸̡̨̘͇̖̼̤̯̝͎̫͕̙̰̜̩̦̻̈́̆̂̐̿̾̆̐̐́̚͜I̵̪͕̝̽̎̈́͂̔̏̊̒̿̀̑̍̔͊̊̓͌̑́̓̉͊̚͠͠N̶̨̡̛̠̝̮͚̗̼̲̳̼̲̼̜̏̈́͑̆͗̓͂̈́͋́̿̑̈̓̏͗̾̌̃̈͗̄̓͆̌͊̓͒̎́̅̂͛͆̔̽̋͌̓̀̿̚͘̚̕͠͝͝Ḑ̵̧͈͎̤̯̱͙̪̳̮̤̟̫͙͉̮̝̺̼̤̘̫̩̘̮͓̹̟̙͚͎̯̣̭̜̹̌̏̉̈̄͌̃̆̅̅͐̀͐̔̏̈́͒̍̅̃̌̈̌͒͛̃͗́͛͐́̀̌̏̽̋́͘̚̚͘͘͜͝͝͠͝ͅͅ

Must be nothing.

Gear: The Pitbulls are my favorite, hands down

Also Rhea Ripley. This outfit especially is honestly just something I'd wear.

Least favorite would have to be the Dudleys. It works very well for their characters, I just can't stand tie dye for unknown reasons.

Generation: Well, aside from one-off things from current WWE/AEW, I've only seen 94-97 ECW thus far (and segments from 96-97 WWF), so that's the only answer I can really give ^^;

Luchador: Rey Mysterio Jr.! I don't really have a solid explanation as to why, or at least no explanation that couldn't apply to other luchadors. I love his speed and agility, and his matches with Psicosis were some of the ones that would make me go silent because I was so enraptured by the skills on display. I also just love the attitude he gives off, both when he is and isn't speaking.

Run-In: Does the Gangstas debut count?

If not, 911's entire existence. Especially him chokeslamming Bill Alfonso!

Save: Rey Mysterio saving 911 from the Eliminators. Despite how much I love Kronus, watching 911 get his ass kicked really fucked me up, so this gave me relief like no other save did. Plus, the four of them setting up for Chicken just for Rey to jump off 911 and take Saturn down off of Kronus's shoulders was nuts!

Shows: I've been to one! There was an indy wrestling event (AXW) at the Legends Fanfest I went to on September 16th this year. I genuinely loved it! I was worried that I'm too used to ECW and I'd be lowkey bored, but they put on an excellent show! I consistently picked the loser lol, but so be it. The show culminated in a Royal Rumble that was a total blast!

Someone I met there said he's taking me to Wrestlemania next year, so I'm obviously looking forward to that. I also really want to start looking into local indies, especially since I live less than an hour from the ECW Arena, which seems to have semi-regular wrestling events (one of which is actually coming up next weekend, so I might be going to that 👀)

[stardew-atlantis]

Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE your oc's? And can I ask for some fun facts abt them?👀🤌

YES, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN 🥺omg I love talking about my OC's

(Idk which ones you wanted facts from but I'm gonna do all of them because why not)

SJ:

while it's not explicitly written into the fic, SJ is actually demi-romantic as well as asexual. It's why she took so long to realize she wanted to be more than friends with Harvey, they needed to develop that bond and trust first before she was able to see him as a romantic option.

SJ teaches Harvey to play Minecraft. They have their own server together. (Harvey mostly builds things and takes care of animals while SJ mines and fights the monsters for him)

SJ knows how to play piano. (Zephyr wanted them to get along better, so he got Elliott to teach SJ piano as a way for them to spend time together)

SJ got her name from that kid in The Blind Side because I thought the name SJ sounded cool XD

My face claim for her is Marisha Ray (with glasses)

Zephyr:

I've probably said this before but I literally can't find the post on my own blog so I'm gonna say it again. Zephyr was actually based on a DnD character I made for a campaign that never got started. It was a cyberpunk themed campaign, so that's why his last name is V, and he was a cybernetically enhanced human/wizard. Which is ironic, because he's basically my only fully-human OC 😅

Zephyr got his name from fantasynamegenerator.com because I wanted a cool robot name. To explain it in stardew, I headcanon that his mom wanted a "Unique" name for her son so she named him Zephyr. (Also since people have asked me this, it's pronounced 'Zeff-er' in case you were wondering)

SJ was the first person Zephyr came out to when he started identifying as bisexual. (He knew for a while, but didn't actually tell anyone right away) Zephyr knew his parents wouldn't approve, so he decided to tell his sister instead. In return, Zephyr was the first person SJ told when she realized she was ace.

Zephyr has done art studies of Elliott. After they start dating, Elliott offers to be a live model for him.

My face claim for him is Bryan Dechart

Isaac:

Isaac is in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall, and he was originally supposed to be an OC for Haunted Chocolatier, but I wanted him to have a stardew backstory so I added him into the main fic. (Yes I already have fics planned for when HC comes out XD)

I don't have a face-claim for him but I made him on the sims before I made his in-game sprite/portrait. He looks like this! (His eyes were originally supposed to be grey but I am still new to pixel art so they're brown, for now...)

I'm still developing his story alongside the others, so I don't have a ton of lore for him yet, but it's coming!

JS:

JS (Jess) is an actual save file that I made in order to do the Joja route in the game. She was supposed to be the Anti-SJ and I'm not creative with names so I named her JS. Her full name is Jessica Sharp.

JS was the reason I first went for Harvey in the game XD I actually married Sebastian in my first ever save file, but after going through all the bachelor's routes on the joja file, I just fell in love with Harvey and he is best boy.

If you count each sentence spoken by JS in "Everest Farm", 22 of those sentences were lies.

JS is an only child in the family she was adopted into.

Despite SJ being asexual, JS is straight (And my only straight OC)

I do have a sim for her too

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the Essay, I never get to do this XD

[mydearzero]

eddie fluff to smut where you’re laying on him plucking his eyebrows or sitting in his lap doing his hair/makeup cause you’re basically his personal stylist

Thank you so much for your request! I'm sorry it took a little longer than expected, but I hope you enjoy! <3

Make-Up Sex | E.M. x Reader

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Your best friend Eddie asked you to do his make-up. Innocent, right? But your back is hurting, and sitting on his lap seems like the perfect solution.

Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, bit of oral fixation? idk, masturbation (f), voyeurism (he watches). If I missed any warnings please tell me!

4.2K words

Beta read by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

"Sit still!" You groaned as Eddie squirmed for the umpteenth time. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, bouncing one of his legs up and down. Eddie had hesitated to ask you to do his make-up, even when he knew you wouldn't judge him. He didn't understand why he'd been so apprehensive since he already wore nail polish and had long hair. It wasn't like the people of Hawkins would be able to see the difference, already at his worst in their eyes. Yet still, he was nervous. It was one of the many requests he’d done in recent times to have you help him improve his look.

Your own nerves made your hands shake when applying the shadow to his eyelid. You did your best to steady them. When Eddie had turned to you after he blew out some smoke and asked if you'd do his make-up, you'd immediately beamed at him and told him to wait while you got the few items you kept in your bag. It was mainly a couple of pencils and shadows, but it would do. You hadn't considered the proximity, which was your own mistake because of course, you'd have to get close to his face. Duh. You were tense for a wildly different reason than Eddie was.

So here you were, heart beating faster than it should've, one hand holding Eddie's face still while the other applied charcoal eyeshadow with practised precision. You were lucky his eyes were closed. The glances you stole at his bare chest and dangerously low sweatpants would not have been able to go unnoticed if they weren't. This might've been a casual thing to Eddie, but the intimacy intoxicated you.

When you eventually got to the eyeliner, you told him to open his eyes and look up. Heat raged through your body at the look he gave you. Maybe it wasn't supposed to be as erotic as you perceived it, but it didn't matter. Your knees weakened, your hands stilled, and you put one of them on his shoulder to steady yourself. How you even managed to speak was the 8th wonder of the world. "No, uh, look up, don't look at me." You giggled as you tilted his chin up further. He chucked and complied.

You quickly stretched, your back starting to hurt from standing over him. You bent back down to work on his eyes, though you jerked when two hands were placed on your hips. "Sit. Might be easier on your back." It was a nonchalant remark, his eyes still looking up. When you didn't reply, his gaze fell back on you. "Isn't your back hurting?" He asked genuinely. There was no proof he was implying anything besides you sitting on his lap platonically. You paused for a second but nodded.

"Yeah, no, it is. Okay. Sit back." You put a hand flat against his bare chest and gave him a little push.

You quickly noticed you'd have to kneel over his thighs in an all too suggestive position to even be able to sit on his lap facing him. You placed both your knees beside his thighs and gently sat on them. He was bent backwards slightly, leaning both his hands on the bed in support. His eyes turned back to the ceiling, and that was that. You swallowed before uncapping the pencil and slowly leaning into his face and pulling his eyelid down so you could reach his waterline. You tried to contain the desire to run your hands over his chest and abdomen.

Eddie, in turn, had to contain himself not to look down, whatever it took. Your chest was almost directly in his face now. He would just have to bend his neck downwards, and he'd be buried between your tits. You were just friends. Eddie was very aware. With every new request or move, he was sure he'd gone too far. He did his best to make it all look casual and platonic. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You hadn’t even questioned it when he took off his shirt before you started applying the make-up. Maybe he’d also pulled down his joggers a bit further than necessary. It wasn’t like you could tell it was intentional.

Up until this point Eddie had been sure you thought nothing more of him than a friend. He was convinced that the glimpses he’d caught you stealing now and then were all in his head. The second you’d told him to open his eyes and look up, it clicked. Every memory of flustered faces and tense atmospheres came rushing back the second he noticed your dilated eyes. Your flushed cheeks were another symptom he could've seen had he ever paid attention, yet he never had. Your lip was between your teeth as you avoided his gaze. You were in complete disarray because of him. He couldn't help the small smirk appearing on his face.

"What?" You asked when you noticed the devilish face.

He shook his head. " 'S nothing, sweetheart. Please, continue." His eyes remained on the ceiling, but he shifted a little. Probably just trying to get more comfortable with you now sitting on his lap. Your breath hitched quietly when the ghost of his crotch rubbed against yours as he repositioned. If Eddie noticed, he didn't say anything. You finished applying the eyeliner and sat back with a pleased smile.

Eddie didn't know whether you remembered telling him you had a 'thing for men wearing make-up', but he remembered. Even if he hadn't, he would've been able to tell by the wanton look in your eyes when they finally made contact with his. He wanted to chuckle to himself. Did you have no self-control? Your breathing was shallow, though only slightly. He wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been watching you so intently. You sighed deeply as you turned away with a dishevelled look on your face, putting the cap back on the eyeliner. It was obvious to him you were conflicted.

You turned back and looked at Eddie. "Well?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to find the right words. "Guess you're speechless, hmm, baby?" Eddie smirked. Baby? That was new.

"It looks good on you. You should learn to do it yourself. Get all the ladies." You quipped. Your eyes widened a tad when you realized you were still sitting on his lap.

"Get all the ladies? You think it makes me more desirable?" Well, duh.

You tried not to squirm, wanting to revel in this position just a little longer. "Hmm, I don't know. You be the judge." You moved to grab the mirror that was discarded on the bed, whereas he picked that exact moment to raise his legs from the floor and topple you forward. "Eddie!" You shrieked as your hands dropped onto his chest to catch yourself from falling all the way and suffocating him. He laughed maniacally as his hands met your waist to keep you from falling. "Stop, it's not funny!" You went to hit his chest, but he caught your wrist and held it firmly.

If it hadn't been for the dark make-up surrounding his eyes, you might've had the power to resist. Might have. His strong grasp on your wrist combined with the demanding glare made you reevaluate all your decisions. You didn't know how to proceed. Was this Eddie Munson making a move?

He finally moved when he took the wrist he was holding and slowly directed it downwards. You'd been dying to run your hands over his torso. To trace his tattoos, whether with your fingers or your mouth, you didn't care. To grab at his chest while he fucked you so good. It clouded your mind and your judgement. You wanted him to pound you until you didn't remember your own name, only his. You wanted him to put hi- "What're you daydreaming about, hmm?" You realized your hand was still resting on his abdomen, toying with the trail of hair leading from his navel into the waistband of his sweats. You were about to answer his question honestly, but his face made it apparent it wasn't a genuine one.

The hand that was still resting on his chest soon noticed that you weren't the only one whose breathing was laboured. You could feel his heart pound out of his chest right under your palm. The hands on your waist were scorching any piece of skin they were in contact with. Eddie’s nostrils flared as he observed your thought process. You eyed his neck, exposed now he was lying on his back. It was the perfect canvas to leave an obscure amount of hickeys on. Your tongue darted out to wet your parted lips. Your eyes met Eddie's once more, both of you realizing that even if you were to stop right here, there would be no possibility of returning to normal. An unspoken line had been crossed in the last few minutes. You were insatiable.

His eyes were questioning, searching for your approval. You made up your mind and removed your hands before placing both on his abdomen simultaneously. You rubbed your palms outwards towards his hips and back a few times as his hands slid down, gripping your hips. You ground them down faintly as you slowly trailed your hands up and leaned forward. A sigh escaped Eddie as you ground down a few more times. Your mouth made its way up to his ear, and you saw goosebumps rise when your warm breath hit his neck. "Tell me you want to do this." You whispered. The grip on your hips was vice-like when he forcibly pulled them down to meet his own. A gasp left your lips at the unexpected friction.

Eddie's voice took on a dark tone you'd never heard before tonight. "Even if it's the last thing I'll do"

His answer was all you needed before latching your mouth on a spot under his jaw. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you found a rhythm with your hips, groaning softly at the contact. A shiver ran through your body, the soft breaths and noises coming from Eddie sounding like the trumpets at the gates of heaven. You'd never even broached the subject of sex with Eddie. It wasn't a topic you discussed in any detail whatsoever. A taboo in your friendship. Perhaps both of you had always known deep down that if you talked about it, you'd be crossing the same line you had today. Maybe the tension had always been present. Simmering until you ultimately turned up the heat and let it boil over. And boil over you did.

You were so inexplicably hot. Your skin was burning up wherever Eddie touched it. His hand slid under your shirt, a freezing contrast to your heated abdomen. You freed Eddie's neck from your hickey invasion and glanced up at him with a smirk. His hands had finished exploring your body and settled on your ass as you ground down, now definitely feeling him. You realized you had yet to kiss him. You'd kissed him once during a game of spin the bottle in seventh grade. What a cliche. This was different. You were crossing line after line. If you kissed, it would mean something. It meant something to you either way, but his face didn't give his thoughts away. Fuck it. You smashed your lips against his, a chill settling in your bones as your lungs seemed to be filled with Eddie instead of oxygen. His presence was consuming you. The kiss was one of desperation— like you'd drop dead the second you parted.

Whines flooded your throat as you tried to pull him closer. There was no use. He was as close as he could be. But it wasn't enough, you needed more. The rhythm of your hips was frantic as your frustration built. Why couldn't you pull him any closer? He bit your bottom lip harshly, a warning, maybe. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his tongue meeting yours, his rough hands sturdy on your hips as he ground his crotch up against you. The thin fabric of his sweats barely hid anything; hardly provided a barrier.

Eddie broke the kiss to flip you over, you now lying on your back. You yelped at the sudden movement. He'd held your thighs in place, now being wrapped around his hips as he suddenly ground down with full force. The sensation was entirely different, the pressure and friction against your cunt sending your head against the mattress with a loud moan. Eddie lifted your arms and removed the shirt you were wearing, both now being topless. God— his chest. His glorious, magnificent chest. You could run your hands over it for days. He struggled for a second as he tried removing your bra, exhilaration rushing through his veins. When he finally undid the clasp, he hurried to take the straps off and discarded it somewhere in the room. "Jesus…" He muttered as he took one breast in his hand, kneading it as he chuckled in disbelief. "Can't believe it. All this, just for me." He rambled as his mouth made its way to your neck.

You hooked your fingers into his waistband and whined. "Off."

Now— If this had been one of his typical hookups, Eddie would've teased you about your eagerness, would've told you to 'ask nicely, sweetheart.' But he had this intrinsic desperation that wasn't allowing him to take things slow. He was right there with you. It was like an itch he'd never been able to scratch. He craved you in the worst way. The hopeless necessity of intimacy was torturing him. His gut was screaming, pleading for him to hurry, so he made quick work of his sweats and boxers. Your joggers and panties were the only remaining articles of clothing before you'd be able to feel all of him.

He backed off and stepped out of the garments he'd just taken off, kicking them to the side. He ran his hands over his face as he sighed and observed you lying before him. It was obscene, really. The layer of sweat glistening on your skin, tits out and moving with the heaving of your chest. You were watching him with that downright sinful look on your face. You weren't even naked yet. He had barely touched you. He placed himself back between your legs, tugging your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. He pushed you further back on the bed so you were lying in the middle, giving him more space to move you around. The way he crawled over you seemed almost predatory. When he was parallel to you, you placed your hands on his shoulders. The shoulders his Hellfire shirt highlighted so phenomenally. He might not play, but Eddie sure did look amazing in that baseball tee.

He leaned down and sucked a hickey in the most visible fucking spot before moving down and leaving one in the exact middle of your tits. "Hmmm, you're gonna be mine now, right?" He asked, but couldn't look at you. You thought it would've become weird between you by now, but somewhere deep inside, you supposed you knew it had always been Eddie.

"Yeah, Eddie. All yours." You didn't mean for it to sound so fed up, but frustration was settling in your bones due to his sluggish pace.

"Be sweet now, dear. Or there will be consequences." He murmured against your neck. His ring-clad finger ghosted over your collarbone and trailed towards your nipple, circling and flicking it a couple of times before moving on to the other side. His left hand made its way into your hair with a firm but comfortable grip.

When his face rose from your neck to gaze down at you, you remembered the damned make-up you'd put him in. It looked so criminally good on him that it should've been illegal. You traced the scar on his jaw with your finger before moving to his nose and eyebrows, just admiring his face now you were truly getting the opportunity to see him in this new light. "I'm glad you're liking it so much, darling. Asked you just so you could do it." It wasn't the full truth, Eddie did actually want to experiment with his look. But your reaction was one he was also dying to experience. You grinned at the sappy moment, but your smile quickly dropped when the head of his cock made the slightest contact with your clit. He took it in his hand and started sliding it up and down your slit teasingly, avoiding your clit whenever he could. Your moan was high-pitched when his knuckles brushed over it a few times, more friction and satisfaction than you'd had up until now.

The mirror still lying behind you on the bed caught Eddie's attention when light reflected off it onto his face. He grinned giddily as he had an idea. "You're so unbelievably wet for me. Didn't think I'd ever get to learn how wet that pretty pussy could get." He whispered in your ear. He released the grip on his dick to lean over you and grab the mirror. He positioned it between your legs and motioned for you to look in it. "You see that, baby? See what I do to you?" You were uncertain about watching, but when you did, you were fascinated. He was right. You didn't think you'd ever been this aroused in your life. "Play with yourself for me." It wasn't a question.

"What? Eddie, I'm not doing that."

He tutted as he ran a finger between your lips, gathering the juices and bringing it up to his mouth. The way he sucked his finger was filthy. You gaped as he raised an eyebrow. You looked back down in the mirror and slowly brought a hand down. You spread your legs a little further, positioning them the way you usually would when touching yourself. Eddie's gaze was encouraging, sure, but the twitch his dick gave as it leaked precum at the sight of your glistening cunt was what pushed you over the edge and made you start circling your clit.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." Eddie insisted.

"You." You were already breathless. Him watching you this close was exciting.

"What about me?" He asked with a sly grin. His hand was palming his dick as he watched.

"Fuck, Eddie. Your fucking hands. They're so pretty." You sighed and moved to enter a finger. Eddie had seen you watch his hands in the past but never realized they were such a turn-on for you. He'd written it off as a mere fascination. His hand left his cock and slowly made its way up your thigh as put away the mirror and stopped your hand. You'd gotten yourself way too close for his liking. You whined as he replaced your hand with his own. He was going agonizingly slower, but the pressure felt incredible.

He made his way back on top of you gradually, leaving a trail of pecks and kisses up your body, still caressing you where you wanted it most. He paused and examined your face lovingly for a second, the dark around his eyes not matching the light that twinkled inside them. "I can't wait, darling. Not anymore." He whispered against your lips, kissing you with an unexpected gentleness for the situation at hand.

"Please, Eddie. Need you inside." You nibbled at his bottom lip as his hand reached down to line himself up.

"Fuck, don't say things like that, love. You're gonna make me bust just by talking." He groaned. "Waited so long for this." He sighed and finally pushed himself in.

You felt a sense of peace and gratification wash over you as he settled inside, giving you some time to adjust. This was where you belonged. It was like everything in the universe fell into place that very moment.

Eddie admired your blissful face with wonder. Did you feel it, too? The puzzle pieces of life clicking together? All his problems resolving themselves when his body connected with yours? You motioned for him to move, and his eyes rolled back as he kissed you with all his might. He wanted to go slow, make the moment last forever. He couldn't believe how sentimental he was being when he finally got the chance to be inside you. But he'd been waiting for this for too long. His pace picked up, desperately searching for release.

Eddie felt amazing, filling you up just right. He had the exact length and girth to satisfy your needs— Like he was fucking made just for fucking you. You were scratching at his back. You needed more. Somehow, Eddie knew just what you required. He slid out of you and turned you around, propping you on your knees. He slung an arm around your waist, his other hand travelling to your mouth. "Wrap your pretty lips around my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you suck on them while I fuck you." You tentatively sucked on his fingers but were startled when Eddie pushed them in deeper, triggering your gag reflex. He pushed his length back inside when he felt a cough come from your throat. You struggled to breathe for a second, the sudden entrance of both his fingers and dick being overwhelming. "Breathe, baby. You can take it. Just keep sucking for me."

You recovered quickly and started sucking his fingers as he set a brutal pace. With every thrust of his hips, his fingers slid further into your mouth. It was like you were being fucked from both sides, but it was all just Eddie. You did your best to try and keep sucking, but when he found the spot that sent your head reeling and kept hitting hit repeatedly, your jaw slacked. You moaned his name repeatedly as he kept plunging inside. Well— the amount of his name that was coherent around his fingers. It came out sounding more like delirious moans and whines that were close to sending Eddie over the edge.

"Rub your pussy for me. Want you to come on my cock." Eddie grunted in your ear. He turned to your neck and gave it a bite before increasing the speed of his thrusts to seek his release. You moved one hand from the bed, trusting Eddie to support you, and reached down to circle your clit, matching the speed of his balls slapping against your skin. The sounds were foul. The squelches of his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin, the moans and whines coming from around Eddie's fingers and his grunts all combined… It was the filthiest orchestra.

Eddie knew you were getting close. Your mouth was hanging open, and you were fucking drooling over his fingers and down his forearm. You tightened around him, squeezing him just right. When the pitch of your moans turned higher and higher, he knew you were right there with him. His hips stuttered as he had to release his fingers from your mouth to catch himself from toppling over you. He filled you with a low grunt, all while you screamed his name and came on his cock.

You tried to catch your breath when Eddie finally freed you from his grip, sending you falling to the bed face down. He plopped down next to you, chest heaving. He raised his hand and observed his fingers with a silly smile.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"I've got grandpa fingers." He laughed and turned to show you.

"Jesus H. Christ, Munson." You groaned as you buried your face in his mattress. Fresh come was still leaking out of you, yet here he was, making jokes about his wrinkly fingers from having them in your mouth all this time.

He grabbed your waist and turned you to him in a moment of clarity, pulling you close. "We're okay, right?" He asked with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I think this is exactly what we needed, actually." You sighed as you placed a hand on his chest, tracing the tattoo with your fingers.

"Good, good…" He sighed, but his eyebrows furrowed. "This isn't a one-time thing, is it?"

You slapped his chest softly with a scoff. "Don't you dare insinuate that I'm anything but head over fucking heels for you after you fuck me like that, Eddie."

He chuckled and looked genuinely relieved. "That's awesome, really. Because I've been head over fucking heels for you for a bit now, I think… I guess I just didn't want to face the truth if I'm gonna be honest."

You nodded in agreement. You'd been in the same boat, sailing the same sea.

You tilted your neck up to catch his black-lined eyes already staring down. Your eyes darted to his lips. How you were nervous to kiss him after what you'd just done, was beside you. He smiled and leaned down knowingly. You met him halfway and had a genuine, heartfelt kiss. You couldn't help but smile foolishly. Who would’ve thought?

[transpat]

been thinking about the thing you said a while back about pran falling all over again in ep 3 and you're so right... We literally watch pran become more starstruck, giving in to the inevitably that a pran in the vicinity of a pat will fall for him no questions asked

Plus how we see pran's version of repression plays out here too. Where pat's is all or nothing (pran is just a Dude that is There oh Wait I am in love with him and always will be) pran compartmentalises so well. Like, yeah he used to have a crush in high school and he'll think about it and reminisce a little because it's just a silly little old high school moment

And because he's compartmentalised so well, everything before he admits to having a crush everything is Not A Big Deal - he'll save pat in his phone as Just Friend, they'll do their play fighting moment in that room in ep 2 but his reaction to that compared to his reaction to pat applying bruise cream on his shoulder in ep 4?

Idk it's just so interesting, they're such consistent characters.

(plus wai asking him if he has ever had a secret crush when he's trying to write Our Song is the same thing he asked Pat when he was trying to write Just Friend? ✨parallels✨)

(im sorry it took me so long to respond med school's beating my ass 🙏)

yeah yeah like all his reactions to pat start to change from ep 3 like he definitely still has a crush on pat but he was so chill about the rooftop and even the whole wrestling deal but then pat starts butting into his life and saving him again and again like he never stopped loving pat like there's no other way he could possibly feel about pat he falls in love.

no bc pran in eps1&2 is so laidback like his eyes turn fond sometimes but its always after pat leaves, pat leaves him stunned sometimes but he always recovers in time, he found out pat wrote him love notes and only cringed about it, no excitement or disappointment. and then by ep 3 we see him frantic about leaving pat's presence bc 'uh oh feelings', he'll go moony-eyed about pat and can't even shift his expression after pat's noticed and teased him, pat shows interest in ink and he gathers his courage to ask him if he likes her.

pat too has always noticed the effect he has on pran (probably why he so confidently went in for the kiss). its established right from ep 1 when he breaks into pran's room and says he doesn't want to fight and pran just stills and stares and pat panics and says it was pha. that's why in the guitar scene when pran keeps staring and staring and staring at him he tries teasing first but can't shake pran from his daze so again he ups and leaves. which i found so odd the first time i watched bc this is that same boy who keeps drawing up excuses to spend time w pran, to enter his space and now given the perfect opportunity he runs.

pran tries acting v discreet is normally closed off, but to ppl who really pay attention to him he's an open book. and those ppl are just pat and his mom. which is hilarious honestly like its not as if they're particularly perceptive but pran lies in the center of their universe and they have him studied in and out. which makes me think they'd really get along if it wasn't for. yk. but bc its this way, that similarity will probably lead to some childish rivalry btw them and wow this answer totally spiralled i'm sorry fslfsnl

but yeah yeah i love how much thought has gone into these characters like even things that seem insignificant or those that aren't spelled out are so so clear i wish i could write like that

[ocdhuacheng]

Hey, so can I ask about the thought process (idk words but anyway) behind why you headcanoned Hua Cheng as having OCD cuz I'm very interested? :0

KSJDNKSJDFN sorry it took so long to reply to this I promise I wasn’t ignoring you I was just overwhelmed this week and then after I actually sat down to write out my very long answer I accidentally unplugged my computer and I LOST IT ALL so sorry but this version Is going to be rather incoherent and missing stuff probably bc its pretty much just copied and pasted from one of my discord rambles/previous posts bc I don’t have the energy or memory to rewrite everything how I had it before.. but ive kept u waiting long enough so. Yeah. Sorry.

Also if I sound salty at all its not anything directed at you im just pissed at myself for writing like >3k words all in tumblr like a fool and not backing it up then accidentally yanking on my computer cord like RIGHT as I was going to post it. But I promise im actually very happy getting asks like these even if it takes me a long time to respond ;_;

So anyway basically the tldr version is that I have ocd and I love rubbing my terrible little projection paws all over my favorite characters, but also I do genuinely think that what we are shown of hua chengs personality and actions does naturally lead to the headcanon that he has ocd (and ocpd), kind of like how it seems very clear to me that wwx has adhd and lwj is autistic.

Longer version under cut bc. Well. Sorry in advance lol

So. To start off. my ocd got suuuuuper bad in my second year of college, like to the point where my parents and psychologist was considering putting me in a hospital, so i know how awful ocd can get. and because of that ive always been kinda annoyed that all the ocd """""rep""""" in media is just comedic relief kinda stereotypical clean-freak perfectionist haha look at this weirdo sort of thing. like I was barely functional I couldn’t do basic tasks the majority of the time. ironically, my room was extremely dirty and messy despite my main obsession being about contamination. so yeah not all ocd manifests as the spotless perfect room perfect closet perfect desk or whatever the fuck. sometimes its the opposite. I also got put on academic probation bc I failed all but one of my classes (the one I passed was an art class. Lowkey think that class was the only thing keeping me out of a psych ward that quarter. lol. But anyway. That’s a different conversation) BUT ANYWAY it was all around Awful. Like idk it makes me feel kind of stupid for being such a mess before my medications when everyone just sees ocd as a joke or something. like for example, i loove death the kid soul eater, and hes a good character to make fun of urself after you’ve been medicated for ocd, but i wouldnt exactly call him good rep lmao. But after that relapse episode, I kind of really really really desperately needed a character/story to relate to about it but yippee! there are approximately zero (0) canon ocd characters that aren’t comedic relief! but anyway, i know hua cheng isnt canonically ocd but i was actually able to project on him alot from what we got of his personality (and i do gotta say, sorry but despite my attachment to him i dont actually think hes written all that well, but thats another rant), and its part of the reason why i love him so much bc hes like, definitely my biggest projecttion in this regard. so anyway

i mean theres no argument that his personality and actions are very. obsessive, and rather unhealthy to a degree, especially when he was younger, not so much as he matured over literally 800 years lol but he still has some hella issues. so like, [gestures to all of him] with how he chose xie lian as. HIS PERSON, and proceeded to revolve his entire personality and life around him is obvi v obsessive, i think its very obsessive compulsive personality disorder, which is slightly different than just ocd, one difference being (besides ocd being an anxiety disorder and ocpd being a personality disorder.) in that with ocpd, you dont really think theres anything wrong with how obsessive or compulsive you are, while with ocd it causes a lot of distress. (i havent been formally diagnosed with ocpd, but i do think i definitely at the very least have tendencies in that direction too. Like with certain things i know what im doing/thinking is irrational and it upsets me, but with others im just like. why cant other people see this the way i do? why cant they just understand why this is important? like I just get so! Angry! all the time! with people or in general when things aren’t how I want them to be. I get so judgemental even when other people cant possibly know how specific my standards are like I know its bad and I know it makes me act like a bitch and im sorry) anyway……….. sorry about the tangent but back to hua cheng. he is never distressed by how much he fixates on xie lian, the only thing that distresses him is his own percieved shortcomings with how he cannot serve xie lian the way he wants to. im not sure im explaining this well but i do definitely think hua cheng has ocpd as well. his fixation on xie lian actively prevents him forming meaningful relationships with other people, and even causes a lot of antagonism between him and others (especially fxmq). he just doesnt think anyone else is worthy of his attention. which is obviously, very unhealthy and kind of sad. (i do like to think he grows out of this a bit like with yin yu and he xuan, even if he doesnt want to admit it. AND YUSHI HUANG, bc i am also a ysh/hc brotp propaganda machine as well, and well because she was the only one that was willing to help xie lian during the war too. gay lesbian solidarity mwah <3)

so this ocpd thing.. i believe it extends to things like how the temple in ghost city, or paradise manor, is set up, he'd be classic perfectionist for the layout of it all, probably gave yin yu a lot of grief over it every single time he changed his mind and decided to burn it to the ground or redecorate it because it didnt seem good enough anymore for the hypothetical day when he can bring xie lian there. i dont like to think hua cheng treated yin yu badly on purpose, i dont like thinking hes cruel to him for the sake of being cruel like ive seen some people imply or outright suggest, i mean yin yu is obviously overworked but i think part of that is just hua cheng is so perfectionist about certain things (how the temples and manors look, how theyre run, anything that can be used for or by xie lian in the future) and he just doesnt see that its become a large burden on yin yu because he thinks this kind of stuff is just the rational thing to do, and that everyone should put as much thought into these things as he does. and if he doesnt feel like he can get things to be set up the way he wants it to be it becomes. catastrophic lol

so thats more of the pure ocpd side, though there is a lot of overlap between ocpd and ocd obvi

one thing about ocd is like. its all about wanting to be in control of every tiny part of your life. like for me when certain things are out of my control it freaks me out so much that it basically disables me. Its why I hate planes so much despite cars being statistically much more dangerous. Because if something happens in a car I at least have some semblance of control over how I can escape the situation. In a plane youre just. Fucked. (sorry to all pilots its nothing personal I think youre braver than I will ever be but its basically impossible for me to trust you (and the engineers and inspectors) with my life like that) anyway, i despise ambiguity of any kind and i hate not knowing things or having concrete answers to any questions or worries i have. like. i couldnt decide on a hypothetical grad school because i was weighing the possibilities down to like, ridiculous perceived probability percentages of how likely a natural disaster were to occur in the area, and how dangerous said natural disasters could be, etc. (well. i didnt have to worry about any of that in the end bc i got rejected from literally every school i applied to LMAO RIP but anyway.) so you get the gist. its all just very irrational, and time consuming, and ridiculous to try to gain control of every single possible path your life can take. AND I HATE IT. that was kinda yet another tangent but, to apply this concept to hua cheng. one thing that i find super funny about him is how he always has his nose in everyones personal business like hes such a fucking gossip girl its hilarious. like jokes aside its obvi helpful as a ghost king to know whats going on in the 3 realms, but i think he takes his info gathering up to 11 like he definitely has these control issues about having to know about everything thats going on at all times, having to be on top of everyones business so he cant be caught off guard by anything. over those 800 years of sending his butterflies out recording things he was primarily looking for xie lian, but hes also just kind of. snooping. lmfao. Because If He Doesnt Know Whats Going On Everywhere He Will Die. (again)

and well. with his butterflies to help him, it does work, i mean. hes always on top of things hes always got a plan, hes always the one that people are going to in the book if theyre in trouble. He seems so put together but the things he cant get information on completely eat him alive sometimes. cant let others know that tho, bc hes Cool(TM), hes Chill(TM). cant let anyone know there are things that, god forbid, hes IGNORANT of. embarrassing. tch.

his hoarding im a little ? about because i dont exactly remember the details of it but i do know he has a ridiculous amount of like trinkets and weapons and magical items and stuff in paradise manor, but i also know he doesnt really care if they get destroyed or not, which is kind of strange but i do what i want and im making him a hoarder bc im somewhat of a hoarder and i love projecting. though now that i think about it. like if i have a big pile of something that i dont want to get rid of, but someone else does it for me without asking or something happens to it like yeah i get angry but sometimes i also just get kind of relieved……….. idk.

so now about intrusive thoughts, i bet he has suuper disturbing ones. Like we  know how he was debating slaughtering those humans on mt tonglu but ended up not because xie lian would have saved them. obviously that was already a stressful unusual situation but like i dont think that kind of thing gets any better even when hes just like. chilling. he gets visions of himself burning ghost city to the ground or attacking humans or destroying his own ashes or otherwise causing harm to others, like yin yu. like he pretends he doesnt care about yin yu and he xuan and stuff but i do think hes fond of them, but he tries to keep his distance because 1) hes dumb and 2) he gets really freaked out by these violent thoughts he has about them. the worst is, when he finally meets xie lian again he gets these thoughts about him too and it takes literally everything he has not to like. throw himself into a volcano, or something.

and its already been established his self image isnt. great. which is a kind way of saying it. he thinks hes worthless and ugly, esp if he does even the slightest thing wrong. I mean I definitely think hes better by the current timeline of the book, but it still reads as a kind of precarious thing to me? Like he wants to be a companion to xie lian instead of just a servant like wu ming, but even after 800 years he still feels this inferiority and disregard for himself u know? If im explaining in an okay way? and body dysmorphia is also something that can be ocd related. OH and i forgot to say this before but ocd/ocpd can also sometimes be a way that ptsd can manifest and id definitely say with all that he was said to have gone through as a child he has ptsd, leading to, well, exacerbated ocd symptoms, among other things. his body dysmorphia is obviously something he internalized (for 800 years!!!) from when he was a child, and i can imagine him absolutely agonizing for centuries over his san lang form, because it was supposed to be his most perfect form, he needed to make it perfect, and he never felt like he could

similarly, for the cleanliness side of ocd that i feel is kind of stereotypical? at least how its portrayed in most media, hua cheng has been show a couple times not wanting to get things (or xie lian) dirty. he was very poor and dirty as a child so now he has the connection of being dirty = being miserable, and this is taken to the extreme when he becomes a supreme bc now hes rich and able to be clean and any dirt or blood on him or something/someone he cares about (’cant let you down the ground is dirty’; shielding the flower, etc) is like. an attack on this power he has now ? iykwim

anyway sorry this is long and rambly. if you actually read it all… respect……. Also ignore those parts where I might get a little too personal :^) like idk if it is but I feel like I might regret some of this in the morning. honks. Anywayyyy as you can see im completely normal about hua cheng im saaaaaauuuuur normal and well adjusted and I just think hes neat oky byeee jumps out my window