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porflenet · 7 months

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NSFW HC's | König

tags: nsfw MDNI, mean!König, dom!König, degradation+praise, hunter/prey (just mention), little bunny/slut/whore/bitch used as a gn!term, gn!reader, rough sex, jealous/obsessive!König, master used for König, edging to König, overstimulation to reader.

word count: 1993

commentary: This man awakes things in me, this gif of him awakes things in me. Just take this König brainrot, tried my best to make it completly gn, if you see something that was gendered please do tell me so. English is not my first language, enjoy!

König takes a long time to cum, when he was younger he got pretty frustrated while trying to pleasure himself, always edging himself without wanting it, not being able to finish because he was taking way longer than he wanted to.

Getting older he learned how to pleasure himself, but unconsciously developed a liking for edging, which makes him get pretty rough when he is about to finally have an orgasm.

He has anxiety and it shows in how he loves control. Everything needs to be the way he wants to, or he will be mad. Of course he doesn’t have the harshness of a Colonel in bed, but definitely the authority.

He is mean, but normally he is a good mix of degradation and praise. Even more when he is back from a mission that went south, or he had a stressful day in base, degrading you until you’re crying and cumming all over his cock, making sure you’re overstimulated until the words coming out of you sound more like a false language, tears falling from your eyes while you desperately tries to get away from his hold, his cock deep inside you while his hold in your hips start to mark your skin with a mix of red and purple.

He subconsciously lets everything go when he is with you, hand on your neck while the other holds you in place against him, forcing you to hump over his clothed bulge. The way you whine quietly and hold on to him with all your strength while you make a mess on his cargo pants. He loves watching you lose yourself while trying so hard to not make a sound.

That’s why he is addicted to fucking you where there is a high chance of you two getting caught. At first his anxiety would win over his wants, even if you looked so tempting getting down on the ground of the armory to take some bullets that fell down, or how your ass was in the perfect position to just take you right there while you were leaving your report on his office.

But once he gets over his initial paranoia, you better run if you’re not that comfortable with quickies all over the base. He is a Colonel after all, and what if he abuses his power to have his way with you whenever he wants?

He adores to see you fighting for your life to not make a sound or to stay as still you can when someone enter the room you two are fucking behind some boxes, while he keep thrusting into you making your legs lose it’s strength, forcing him to hold you up and go deeper into you. The way you let go a shake breath, almost groaning, when whoever that was around finally leaves the place, only for him to go harder, his cum shooting inside you while he covers your mouth to muffle the moan you make while milking his cock with your orgasm.

You’re his nasty little bunny (he will call you his little bunny independent of gender/stature), his favorite pet name for you since I think he is a big fan of hunter/prey, and he would make sure to treat you as such, even more when it’s punishment time.

Like I said before, he is mean on default, but if he is angry at you, this man shows you his colors. Maybe you smiled too much at a rookie, or you laughed too loud to a joke that he didn’t tell, hell, when he is in one of his moods, just not looking at him enough is a reason for you to be bent over, ass up and taking everything he does because you’re just a whore who doesn’t know your place.

He is pretty possessive and jealous, he doesn’t share what is his, and he will protect you no matter what he needs to do, and when I say that I mean it for real. What are some more war crimes if it means you’re safe and in his arms?

He doesn’t really like to use his mask while with you, not because he associates it with his job or anything, mostly because it’s quite annoying needing to move it out of his mouth when he wants to kiss or eat you out. But when he wants to punish you he puts it on, because he knows how you get when he is in his full gear, and he wants to make sure you completely lose it for him only.

Little to no prep in moments like this, he knows you can take it, maybe it will hurt but you had worse don’t you? After all you’re just a slut pet who forgot who your owner is, he needed to make you remember, right? You may complain from the pain at the beginning, but you will be moaning his name in no time.

Bites you all over, making sure the mark of his teeth is well seen all over your neck and shoulders. Bites the inside of your things while shoving three finger inside you in one go, you groan in pain but fuck, you loved when he is like this.

He almost cum in his underwear hearing you beg for him to use his mouth, cock, anything that is better than his fingers, not like it wasn’t amazing to have them inside of you like this, but you needed more.

He makes you beg and apologize multiple times, it’s your fault that he needs to do this, or else you will lose your focus on him, how could you smile like that at that weak rookie? You know that you’re only allowed to be this tempting only for him, don’t you know how many of the others in the base wished they were the one to fuck your brain numb like this? You better be sorry for being such a whore with everybody.

Tears fall from your eyes out of frustration and overstimulation, desperate for him to just forgive you, you’re such a good toy for him, you just want to be used by him, only him, you’re his good little bitch.

“Please, Kö! Fuck me already! I need you inside me so much, I need to feel your big cock in me, please!” You say weakly while you grab the arm he is using to fuck you numb, looking pitifully at him while you feel another orgasm approaching.

“Kö?” His voice was deep and husky with need, pushing his three fingers deep inside you again while watching you roll your eyes while arching your back. Getting closer to you to whisper in your ear “You know what I like to be called, little bunny.”

You try your best to control your orgasm and let the words out, only to almost scream the words while the orgasm leaves you seeing white dots and your body arching uncontrollable “M-Master! I’m your bitch, your good pet, your- Hnng!” He hits that special place inside you making you almost choke in your words. “Per- Perfect toy! Fuck! Just shove your cock in me Master, fuck, please, please!”

The way this man fucks you after you use the magic word is insane, he wanted to watch you break a little longer, but his dick was painfully hard, and hear you beg like this, how could he deny what his perfect toy want so much?

König grabs your hair with his free hand while taking out his fingers from inside you, a sound of complain escaping your lips while you are pulled by your hair to kneel down on the ground, while he struggles to quickly open his belt with one hand while he hungrily licked his finger under his hood, making sure to make it as loud as possible alongside with his moans so to watch you shake in pleasure under him.

Shoving down his pants and underwear to free his cock, rubbing it around your face, making his precum join all the mess of fluid over your face.

He pushes the tip against your lips and you gladly comply, opening your mouth the most you can so he can shove his dick inside, hitting the back of your throat in one thrust making you gag involuntarily. The groan that left his lips was brutal, making your whole body shake in pleasure and roll your eyes back while the fucked your mouth, holding you by your hair, forcing you to stay in place.

Being only able to see his eyes behind the mask while he looked down on you, you knew the bastard was smirking watching you cum hard while you got throat fucked. Your throat was amazing, but König was too lost in your punishment to be able to cum just with that, he needed to cum deep in your hole so you would be forever marked by him.

When König finally lets go of you, and you finally manage to swallow your saliva mixed with his precum, the relief of finally having air back into your lungs makes you almost fall to the ground, but you two weren’t done yet, you still had a lesson to learn.

Your Master grabs you by the hair again, pulling you up to guide you back to the bed. Pressing your head against the bed, while his other hand grabbed your hips and forced you to keep your ass up for him.

He shoves his dick inside in one trust, fucking you fast and hard, chasing his own high feeling your hole tight around his dick just the way he liked it, when you were so out of it from the pleasure that your body reacting on its own, moving so that your hips clashed against his, wanting more and more of the intoxicating feeling the man always manage to bring to you.

You were making a mess of saliva, tears and cum on the sheets under you, trying to hold onto anything around you like your life depended on it, the groans and moans escaping you hurting your throat that you knew you wouldn’t be able to even talk tomorrow, or walk if you were being honest.

His breath was out of control, it had been a while that he had lost the rhythm of his hips, he was so fucking close, he needed to fill your hole with his cum so fucking bad, but the knot in his belly completly refused to let go. In frustration he pulls his mask out, feeling the need of extra air in his lungs.

König pulls your hair maybe way too hard, forcing you to get up and crash your back against his chest, his other arm holding you against him by hugging you tightly by your hip, letting go of your hair to close his hand around your neck.

Your moans and frantic breath close to his ear, feeling your crazed heartbeat against his chest and hand, the sounds your hole made each time he thrusted inside you, God he was so fucking close.

He bites your shoulder hard, making you moan loudly before he finally cum inside you, you swear something on your brain broke, you didn’t cum again, mostly because you were too far gone at this point. Incapable of feeling anything besides the pleasure he gives you, your whole body feels so heavy, your mind in a fog that doesn't dissipate even if you had the strength to try.

König stays still, making sure all of his cum gets inside of you before he tries his best to gently let both of you collapse on the bed, turning around so you would be on top of him, still deep inside you to make sure you get properly marked.

Taking his time so both of you catch a bit of your senses back before he whispers in your ear. You’re only mine, little bunny.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #kortac x reader #cod x reader #wanted to take it out of my head #it made it worse

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Dive Bar (Obey Me!)

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You drag the brothers to a sketchy bar. It ends in a bar fight.

»Characters: Demon Bros »Tags: ⚠️ Alcohol, Violence, ~Half Bulleted Style/Story Style~, short-ish, Humor

»Notes: Realized I forgot to upload this one here, so new post, kind of lol

Lucifer:

"You don't take cards?"

Covered the dirty seat with a cloth

Ordered top shelf

Had a glaring contest with another patron

Got called princess by him

Mammon:

"Cheers!"

Got wasted and kept confessing sweet things to you

Tried to set up bets with other patrons

Threw up on the wrong guy

Levi:

"T-this doesn't look safe..."

Kept his eyes down the best he could

Didn't like the way the hot bartender was looking at you

Tried to order nuggets and got served a shot

Heard the bartender say something about a purple nerd to Asmo

Satan:

"This will be interesting."

Low key was enjoying the bar

A guy bumped into you rudely so Satan spoke up

The two bickered and you tried to break it up

The guy called you a bitch

Satan threw the first punch that started the brawl

Asmo:

"Just keep the drinks coming!"

Wasn't too thrilled with the vibe but did what he could

Mainly just kept drinking and was on his phone

Kept flirting with the bartender

But then he made the comment about Levi

Beel:

"Only pretzels and peanuts? Bring it all."

Was irritated that there wasn't much food!

Tried to down a few drinks to satisfy his hunger

Didn't notice the angry stares from other patrons who couldn't order snacks because of him

Belphie:

"I like it here."

Had no issues

Just ordered a drink and chatted with you and Satan

Kept his eye on the patrons who seemed to have their eye on Beel

Everything happened simultaneously.

Once Satan threw the first punch, it was utter chaos. Lucifer grabbed his guy by the neck and flung him across the bar, knocking him out. Mammon got punched so he started punching back but the guys crew started ganging up on him. An already super irritated Beel immediately went to Mammon's aid and didn't notice the other group of men going after him. Belphie went after Beel and Mammon to go help. There were punches flying everywhere and you just tried to stay out of the chaos.

Asmo threw his drink at the bartender after his comment of Levi. The bartender tried to punch him but Levi shoved him and threw a punch instead. "I-I just wanted nuggets!!! H-how does that make me a nerd!?" Asmo and Levi took the large guy on.

Satan knocked his guy out after a few punches and you tried to calm him down before he killed the guy. Lucifer came to help stop him and he checked on you. One by one the brothers gathered as all the other patrons were all knocked out.

Lucifer took in the entire scene and sighed,

"No more dive bars after this."

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me headcanons #obey me humor #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹#shitpostcifer

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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Eddisms

The much more aptly named sequel to “Eddie-isms”

As always these hc are miscellaneous and not in any particular order. Enjoy!

best friend!Eddie masterlist

reblogs are most appreciated!! :)

taglist: @gaysludge @heavymetalbabyy @luvrsbian @munsonology @tayhar811 @stolen-in-moonlight

Eddie is so insufferably loud in every single thing he does. It’s honestly a mystery how he managed to sneak up on Chrissy because that man can be heard from miles away. He’s so heavy-footed when he walks that it rattles the trailer a little bit from time to time. Nothing about that man is deft or graceful. <3

He snores and I mean SNORES. He always has, even as a little kid. At first, his snoring scared the crap out of Wayne, but now it’s just sort of become background ambience for his uncle. Wayne almost finds it reassuring, in a way; at least Eddie’s breathing, right? <3

Despite what Dustin says, Eddie has a very short temper. Granted, it takes a lot for him to get truly angry, but it doesn’t take much at all to get him cranky. In fact, Eddie’s just as much of a mean girl as Steve. Though he lacks Harrington’s resting bitch face, he’s absolutely just as bitchy. <3

Eddie’s always been obsessed with cars, but not in the way you might think. He doesn’t really give a shit about the typical sports cars or anything like that, what he finds the most fascinating are the niche, funky-looking cars. Citicars, Firebirds, Scarabs, he loves ‘em all. He’s especially a fan of station wagons and vans, probably because those were the kind of cars your mom always drove. His favorite of all time has to be the 1948 Tasco because it combines his favorite types of cars; weird looking ones and vans. He won’t ever admit it to anyone but you and Wayne, but he also really likes pick-up trucks; specifically the old, somewhat worn ones like Wayne used to have. <3

Eddie definitely had race-car bed sheets growing up. Honestly, he still uses them in the winter because they’re a lot warmer than his usual sheets. <3

He asked Santa for a race-car bed for six years in a row. For his ninth birthday, he finally got one. Though it was a hand-me-down from your older brother, he loved it like it was brand new. <3

As kids, you and Eddie used to “rescue” (kidnap) wild turtles and beg your mom and Wayne to let you keep them. <3

When he was six, Eddie got kicked out of little league baseball for mooning the umpire. </3

Eddie doesn’t use 3-in-1 shampoo, he does something way worse. He uses Irish Spring on every square inch of his body; hair included. His scalp is practically pleading for death at this point. <3

Eddie doesn’t see the point in using lotion, so he simply doesn’t. The most he’ll do is use vaseline on his lips when they get all dry and cracked in the winter. <3

Eddie’s routine is so simplistic that it’s really not much of a routine at all and, yet, it takes him nearly an hour to get ready every morning. Does that at all make sense? No. Nothing about this man makes sense, he’s an enigma, a silly lil enigma. Well, not so much of an enigma… The reason it takes him so long to get ready is because he moves like a sloth in the morning, getting ready in 0.25x speed due to his residual sleepiness. <3

Eddie watched Zardoz and made it his entire personality for like two years. Seriously, he quoted it non-stop for two years straight. <3

Eddie has a thing about toenails. Not feet in general, just toenails. They absolutely disgust him. He gags every time he cuts his own toenails. So, yeah, Eddie’s the kinda man to chew with his mouth open and belch in your face just for shits and gigs, but cower in fear when he’s faced with a human toenail. <3

I know I already said that Eddie cries when he watches emotional movies (The Color Purple, Old Yeller, etc.), but here’s the thing about Eddie… He’ll sob like a baby while watching those movies, sure, but while he’s actively sobbing he’s also making fun of you for doing the exact same thing. He’s like “You’re such a crybaby. *sniffle* It’s not even that sad. *sniffle, sniffle* God, who cries during the happy parts of movies?? *sob*” <3

Eddie used to steal your clothes so much that eventually you just cleared out a drawer in your dresser and filled it with clothes that you were willing to share with him. Of course, your clothes are too big for such a lithe lil stringbean like Eddie, but he still loves wearing them. You don’t mind much, though, because you get to reap the benefit of your comfiest t-shirts and sweatpants smelling like Eddie. <3

In direct response to you making a drawer for him in your dresser, Eddie went out, bought a bunch of comfy clothes in your size from Goodwill, and filled a drawer of his dresser with them, that way you’d both have drawers of shareable clothes at your respective homes. <3

One time Eddie walked into the living room wearing a baby pink t-shirt with some CareBears and a vibrant rainbow printed on the front, and Wayne almost keeled over from laughing so hard. His amusement was doubled when he noticed the matching pastel scrunchie in his nephew’s hair, something Eddie had also “borrowed” from you. <3

Eddie’s weirdly into soap operas, especially Dynasty. The man loves Dynasty. However, he’ll only watch soap operas when he’s high because he thinks it makes for a better viewing experience. <3

Eddie never wears boxers underneath his sweatpants nor under his pajama pants. Why? Because he’s a whore. Because he firmly believes that you should only wear underwear with uncomfy pants (for example, jeans) and that cozy pants do not warrant underwear; it’s just a waste of good, clean boxers to wear them beneath sweatpants and pajama pants. <3

All of Eddie’s shirts are either just a bit too tight or entirely too big for him. This man does not know his real shirt size. <3

Eddie does not wash his feet when he showers. He also rarely washes his arms or legs. He feels that you really only need to wash the “essential” parts when you shower; the essential parts being his armpits and naughty bits. <3

Eddie once got you a purse for your birthday… sort of. Really he just haphazardly sewed one of the straps from his backpack onto an old, cloth sack and painted the words “Miguel Cores” on the front of it. It actually works really well as a reusable grocery bag for all of your nonperishables. <3

Eddie’s right eye gets all twitchy after sleepless nights. The boys always see it and think that he’s pissed off about something, but really the sweet man just needs his rest. <3

Eddie sucks at holding grudges. I’m not kidding, the man is genuinely horrible at holding grudges, mostly because he often forgets about whatever has happened within a few days; his anger vanishing along with the memory of what’s transpired. Case in point, you both had a severe falling out during the summer before your freshman year, which ended up in the two of you being at odds for two whole years. Or, rather, it ended up in you being mad at him for nearly two years. Eddie, however, consistently kept forgetting that you were mad at him during that time. In fact, he would often approach you in the halls of Hawkin’s High so that he could banter with you like he had in middle school, only to be reminded of your steadfast dislike of him by your short responses, refusal to meet his gaze, tense posture, and clipped tone. </3

He chews his gum like a cow munches on grass, just annoyingly loud and with his lips constantly smacking together. <3

Eddie’s fancy, old-fashioned silver lighter -the only good thing he ever got from his shitty old man- also doubles as his preferred fidget toy. The man always needs to have something to do with his hands. <3

He’s a wizard with some sidewalk chalk. It used to drive you crazy as a kid because he would always do these really detailed drawings with the crumbly chalk that your mom got from the dollar store, meanwhile you were always just stuck writing your name or drawing hearts and stick figures. <3

At 10 years old, Eddie invented his own language while cooped up in the back seat of his uncle’s car on an annoyingly long summer road trip to Myrtle Beach. He hasn’t taught the language to anyone, not even to you, but sometimes you’ll hear him mumble things to himself in his strange tongue. You, Wayne, and your mom have picked up on the meanings behind certain words and phrases over the years, simply because he uses them so frequently, but other than that, it’s mostly gibberish to the three of you. <3

Eddie spent a solid two months trying to convince his elementary school crush that he was, in fact, Mick Jagger. He even nailed the Mockney accent from listening to his radio interviews. Unfortunately, they weren’t buying it. <3

Eddie refuses to touch you when/if you’re wearing anything made out of velvet simply because the feeling of velvet makes his skin crawl. So, no hugs, no playful wrestling, and absolutely no cuddles while you’re wearing velvet. <3

In the summer of ‘85, Eddie won a goldfish at one of the carnival games at the local fair and named him Tater Tot, but he knew that he couldn’t afford all the stuff the little guy needed to stay alive, so he gave him away to some little girl that had been trying to win one of her own for nearly an hour. <3

Let’s be real here for a second: Eddie’s not straight. Actually, due to a lack of terminology available to him, Eddie doesn’t really know what he is. He knows that he likes women, he knows that he likes men, and he knows that he likes people who are neither women nor men, but, given that it’s the 80s and he lives in rural Indiana, he’s not really sure if there’s a word for that. Truthfully, he’s not really sure if anyone else in the world even feels the same way that he does. Obviously, there are tons of people out there with the same sexual orientation as him, but, fuck, he doesn’t know that. When he was much, much younger he felt incredibly isolated and insecure about his sexuality, but as he’s grown up he’s become less unsure of himself and more accepting of his sexual orientation. Of course, he still likes to keep a low profile, at least when it comes to his sexuality, because, as I said, it is the 80s and he does, indeed, live in rural Indiana. However, he’s at least become confident enough to come out to his closest friends and family. Hence, the rainbow mug in the Munsons’ famous mug collection. <3

Eddie’s a crafty lil goblin, he loves to craft. Papier-mâché, fuck yeah. Hot glue, hell fuckin’ yeah. In fact, many of the props in the theatre room were crafted by Eddie during his time at Hawkins High. Even after he stopped doing theatre, he still always volunteered to help the drama club set up for their performances and craft their props. <3

“But why did he quit theatre?” one may ask. Well, there was the Great Egg Incident of ‘82, in which a bunch of upperclassmen (mostly jocks) literally threw eggs at the drama club during their spring production of Guys and Dolls. More specifically, their onslaught began right as Eddie began uttering his most iconic line in the show, “Nicely, nicely, thank you,” so Eddie, understandably, took that pretty personally. As a result, he left the drama club at the end of sophomore year and, instead, opted to focus all of his creative energy on the hellfire club. </3

You and Eddie took the same art class senior year and it was honestly one of the only classes he passed that year. Every Friday, you guys had to turn in a weekly sketch for that class and his favorite one that he’d done was of you; he’d drawn it while you were working on homework together at the picnic table near his trailer. At the end of the year, he’d asked the teacher for it back so that he could keep it. <3

Eddie’s a massive worrywart when it comes to the people he loves, that’s especially true when it comes to you. <3

Eddie once risked further social ostracism to help you take the little kids you babysit to Build-A-Bear when Starcourt Mall first opened up. In the end, you rewarded him by making him a stuffed animal of his own, a spotted dog named Ozzy who’s adorned in the most metal (or metal-adjacent) outfit Build-A-Bear had to offer. Perhaps that shouldn’t have been so rewarding for a 19 year old guy, but 1) he’d never really had many toys growing up, at least none quite as nice and soft as Ozzy the Dog, and 2) watching you kiss the little cloth heart before gently stuffing it inside the toy did funny little things to his supposedly cynical heart. He’ll never admit it, but he sleeps with that stuffed dog far more than a guy his age probably should. <3

Although Eddie never makes his own bed, he’ll gladly help you make yours because he knows that fitted sheets are the bane of your existence. <3

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chansshands · 9 months

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Stray kids as cars

Author note: okay so, I think that this needs a little explanation, I grew up between cars and motorbikes because my grandpa used to work as a mechanic.

When I was little and even now I see cars as people, I swear I’m not crazy but there’s some cars that are happy, some cars that are angry, some cars that are sad, so I thought that it would be fun to write this thing.

I’ll probably do the same thing with motorbikes. :)

Interactions and reblogs are appreciated! expecially bc I put my blood and soul on this thread

You can find the maknae line here

Please don’t do stupid shit while you’re driving, drive responsibly and DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE

-✉️

I’m so insicure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!

-✉️

Tags: @ilevaar 💛

HYUNG LINE

Bang Chan: FORD MUSTANG

Expensive and fast

above $58.000

Black it’s THE color for this expensive baby

0-100 km/h in 4.3 seconds

Literally the leader of the road

THE CAR OF MY DREAMS BUT I’M POOR AS FUCK

You need a huge pair of balls to drive this beast

Has a passenger seat but you NEED to trust the driver in order to enjoy the trip, and if the driver was Chris, man I would sleep like a baby, he’s a responsible king and I love it.

Hand on your thigh, or YOUR hand in his thigh is a must, definitely he has blankets in the back seat in case you get cold.

Everyone has their eyes on this car.

It belongs to German highway (Germans highway has no speed limit)

very comfy you can do the naughty naughty things in it

WEAR YOUR SEATBELL👹

Changbin: TOYOTA SUPRA

Once again expensive and fast

above $60.000

Cute and small but has a beast in it

0-100 km/h in 4.3 seconds

Usually used for drifting, but if you drive this on the road everyone it’s going to be like OMG THATS A SUPRA

Purple/pink it’s THE color for this car

Comfortable as fuck but it’s only for two people, so that’s the right car to bring only your s/o in it

as I said it's small but nothing can stop the naughty naughty things

It’s a softie on the road but with the motor that it has, people it’s going to see only your butt cheeks hehe

Once again, belongs to the German Highways and Tokyo (you know Tokyo drift)

as I said It has a passenger seat but since I can’t drift (yet) I’ll let the driver do it

If Changbin was the driver his hand would be GLUED to your thigh and definitely has some good playlists to enjoy the trip and some good snacks

(Yes, he’s part of the snacks)

WEAR YOUR SEAT BELL👹

Hyunjin: LYKAN HYPERSPORT

once again this beauty it's expensive as fuck

this car is RARE

LITERALLY just for a few people, in fact there's only seven examples in the whole world

above $ 3.690.000 (yes, you heard it right)

When I say fast I mean it 0-100 km/h in 2.8 seconds, do the math if you don't believe me

red it's THE color for this car

look at it, mad as fuck LITERALLY a beast

it has a passenger seat but honestly I would rather be the driver even if it scared the shit out me

Hyunjin would let you drive it because he turns on when he sees that you’re able to drive a beast like this

If he’s the driver he want physical contact so you guys hold hands or both of your legs are straight on his lap

not too comfy for the naughty naughty thing

Since this car is rare you have to be careful where you drive it, but definitely once again belongs to the German Highway even if I would protect it with my life✋🏼

WEAR YOUR SEATBELL👹

Lee know: LAMBORGHINI URUS

(Don’t come at me I have expensive taste okay)

I mean look at this its Minho coded

Expensive and of course fast

This car is HUGE since it’s a suv

Above $230.000

0-100 km/h in 3.3 seconds

Black it’s THE color for this car

This bitch it’s fast, and I’m proud to say that this piece of art is made in Italy

Another car of my dreams but I’m still poor af

This car gives me such a big dick energy that I can’t even explain (so definitely Minho coded)

It’s big, spacious and comfortable definitely a place where you can do the naughty naughty stuff

This car belongs to the german highway (yes, once again) and the street of some fancy city like Monte Carlo or Courmayeur

I would love to be the driver of this piece of art but if I think about Minho hands-on-the-steering-wheel fuck it okay? He can drive it.

he needs to touch you so hand on your ties or locked in yours is a must

WEAR YOUR SEAT BELL👹

I spent two days working on this so please don’t let it flop.

As always requests are open!🩷

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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Vexing Love

Sanemi x Florist!Fem!Reader

Here's a little tidbit from one of the requests I'm working on! Momma's been working so hard lately and ik you guys have been too so here's a lil treat hehe (sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Warnings: Fluff, Sanemi is bad at flirting, Reader is sassy, Reader is a bad bitch, Sanemi has it bad, Nemi is allergic to pollen

"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just hear to nag. I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.

"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."

She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.

"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the feeling that ate him slowly.

She thinks you're ugly

He shook his head of the stupid thought, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung gently to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -

"Flashy."

She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"

"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.

"Flashy?"

"Yah."

"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?

"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."

She turned around from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out. Comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.

"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.

Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million time, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?

"What did I do?" he called after her.

"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the time he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of flowers as he'd avoided them without an after thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk it then.

He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.

"It was a compliment!"

"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.

"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."

He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

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thelaundrybitch · 1 year

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Sniped - The sexy sequel

Well, Turtle Doves,

I couldn't leave well enough alone. My brain kept going back to play in the gutters. Until we ended up right back in the sewers with that beautiful purple genius.

So, here is my garbage mind, for you to enjoy.

Y'all have @t-annuki to thank for this. Bayverse Sniper Donnie won't leave me alone. Go check out their incredible artwork and give their page a like 🙌💜

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Warning: Friendship, love, some hurt, and still... a very thirsty bitch

NSFW & F!Reader

Reblogs only, please!

Sniped - The Sexy Sequel

It had been nearly a year since you were saved by the purple banded bara. He had brought you back to the safety of the camp and directly to his colossal lab and medical facility. He gave you a thorough examination to check for injuries and then brought you to the chow hall for some sustenance. That’s where you got to meet the rest of his brothers.

They were all quite lovely, and you made friends with them quickly. However, you found yourself continually being drawn to none other than the sniper, himself.

There was just something about him.

He was almost always calm with a cool temperament.

He made you feel safe. And important.

The genius had recognized your need to be helpful early on, and always found a small project you could work on while he was working on something bigger and brainier.

Speaking of brainier… He was intelligent beyond belief.

But! He was also fun. He had an extensive collection of old board games and thousands of movies and tv shows downloaded on thumb drives. He was the one that insisted, then set up movie night every Friday for the entire encampment, on an old drive-in screen he and his brothers had salvaged at the beginning of the apocalypse.

And what happens when crossing big brains with fun? Sass and wit that would knock even the best comedian flat on their behind.

Everyone referred to him as Sass-Master-Tello because he was the biggest wise-ass on the compound by far.

But don’t let all of that fool you, because the man was also an absolute force to be reckoned with.

Nobody dared cross him or anger him. You saw him angry once. And you had said a small prayer for the wolf-man that knocked Don’s laptop off his desk and onto the cement flooring of the lab, successfully shattering it.

Mike had told you that was just a small temper tantrum, and to wait until someone hurts the ones he cares for the deepest.

You tucked that information away for later. You never wanted to upset Don. You wanted to continue being his go-to person for all of his needs. You yearned to be his closest friend… Hoping to someday be one of those he cared for the deepest.

Ok, so it was more than just something about him. It was more like somethings.

A lot of somethings, as it turned out.

💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜

Standing in the lab at the table, and separating screws, nails, bolts, and washers out of an extra-large tote, you turned to ask your friend a question.

The words caught in your throat as you watched him sip the coffee you brewed for him earlier, as he read through lines of coding at his computer station. The intensity of his stare and the seriousness of his expression had your heart damn near screeching to a dead stop.

He was gorgeous…

Butterflies erupted in your stomach the second he turned and smirked at you, giving you a flirty little wink.

Oh, fuck.

You had a sneaky suspicion as to what those things meant. It was confirmed when he stood and walked over, leaning over you to see how things were going. The adrenaline rush through your entire being as he spoke softly into your ear, left you feeling woozy. And tingly.

You were in love with him.

The realization hit you like a category-five hurricane.

Oh no... You couldn’t be. He was your best friend. This might ruin everything you had built with all of them. You had to keep yourself in check. You had to stop your feelings.

But try as you may, all efforts made to stop your feelings may as well have been fuel for the fire.

Because there was no such thing as a good balance of remaining a friend and keeping one's sanity when your heart decided to go all in.

Since the universe had a personal vendetta against you, it only made sense that, now, everything he did seemed to have an undesirable effect on you.

And your panties.

For example…

Personnel would come in to upgrade their weapons, or have their tech updated on a fairly regular basis.

Before? No big deal.

Now? You’d need to slip out halfway through the conversation taking place. His authoritative demeanor and protective stance while he stood between you and whoever came in had you delirious with desire, squeezing your thighs together as you breathed through your want for him.

And God help you if you had a question about a task he assigned to you. That intense gaze would be fixated on you, as he turned his entirety to face your body. He had always given you his complete attention. But now, as you stood there, while he sat in his chair with his thighs spread in front of you and leaning in to see what you were unsure about, you were tripping over simple words.

He’d give you that look, one brow ridge raised while a corner of his sexy lips pulled up into a sly smirk.

Holy hell. You could cum from that alone.

Finally, you gave in.

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Right?

As you found yourself yearning for more than just friendship with this turtle-man, you decided to start dressing a bit nicer.

Cutesy skirts with a nice top. Dresses that complimented your every curve. Pants that hugged your hips and thighs just enough for you to catch him wide-eyed and jaw agape when you stood from picking up the pencil you had accidentally dropped.

Things had been going quite well for weeks. Verbal compliments on your appearance increased, and light flirting had become a daily occurrence. You took notice of how his eyes would linger when you wore certain outfits, so you tended to wear those more often.

Until one day, you came in, and he was in a mood.

He barely spoke to you, nor had he even glanced in your direction. When you asked him if he was okay, he was curt, appearing almost angry.

You brushed it off as a bad day and tried not to let it bother you. Until it became the new routine.

Sadness filled your heavy heart more and more each day you came into the lab, now. You were working on almost a full month of his shit-ass attitude. If he was upset with you, he needed to pull his head out of his ass and say something.

“What is going on, Donnie? Talk to me,” you pleaded as you stood next to him at the security station.

“Just go back to your task. There’s nothing to talk about,” he dismissed you, not even giving you a glimpse and sending daggers right through your heart.

You stood there contemplating for a moment before you spoke again. “Is this it, Donnie? Is this how it’s going to be between us from now on? I thought we were friends…” your voice trembled as you confronted his unacceptable attitude.

When an answer never came, you turned and walked toward the double doors of the lab. Brokenhearted as your whole world came crashing down around you, it took everything you had not to let him see you fall apart.

"Wait," he said, as you reached for the handle of one of the lab doors.

You turned to look at him, gritting your teeth behind closed lips and reigning in the suffering that he'd caused by giving you the cold shoulder for the last few weeks. Eyes glared back at him, full of anger, with a heart full of hurt.

"Don't leave," he pleaded, with a sorrowful, apologetic look on his face as he walked to meet you by the door. He reached out and watched as he placed a calloused hand just above your elbow and let it drift down to your own. Looking at your joined hands, he let his thumb trace small, sensual circles on the backside of it; a rush of fire flickered through your body, making you swallow hard. All anger vanquished the second he touched you. Looking from your joined hands to his face, your eyes went wide when you met his longing gaze.

“Don?” you whispered, eyes fluttering and stomach doing backflips as he gave you a slight yank to bring you closer to him.

“I…” he breathed out and swallowed, his eyes traveling to the floor, then back up to meet yours. “I think… I need you to come,” he said, licking his lips as his sight set itself on your mouth.

Nodding, you let out a shaky breath, “Where?”

He looked down with a smirk and let out a low chuckle. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his upturned lips, your pulse quickening with the rumble that accompanied his moment of happiness.

Releasing your hand, he walked to the glass doors to lock them. He returned to retrieve your hand before walking you around the corner to his lab table.

As you went to sit on a stool, he stopped you, “not there.” He pulled your smaller frame in front of him, so your back was to the tall table. It was as if you weighed nothing when he lifted you and set you directly in front of him on his workspace. Gently, both hands guided your knees apart, slipping his hips snugly between your thighs and aligning his pelvis perfectly with yours. His hands slid under your legs and pulled you to the edge of the table. Your core made contact with him, resulting in you throwing your hands up to his plastron in feverish shock. Waves of carnal adrenaline thrummed through your body at his sudden physical advances and undivided attention.

Quickly, his hands moved from your legs and up to your face, cradling your jaw as he watched his thumb move across your lips. “This is my favorite outfit, but you know that, don’t you?” he purred, one of his hands moving up to let your hair cascade down out of the hair clip.

Placing the clip on the table beside you, his other hand tangled its way to the back of your head, his lips going to your ear, “can I have you?” he breathed, his snout trailing down the outer edge of your ear to the side of your neck, then back up again, his lips teasingly brushing against the sensitive spot right below your ear.

“I don’t understand,” you gasped, not wanting him to stop, but needing an answer to the sudden change.

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes, a smug grin creeping its way across his face, “you’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?” he asked.

“You’ve wanted nothing to do with me for the last three and a half weeks,” you argued back with a pout.

“All I’ve wanted to do, is you - for the last three and a half weeks!” he admitted, completely exasperated. “God, I can’t get you out of my head! I think about you all day, I dream about you, I can barely concentrate!” He confessed, moving your hands from the front of his plastron to his sides.

“Then why were you so cold?” you asked, hurt seeping into your voice.

Sighing, his hands dropped to your hips. “I was trying to keep myself in check. We're friends, and I didn't want to ruin it. And I was doing fine until you decided to start showing more interest in my work. And in me,” he told you. “I knew if I didn’t distance myself, I was gonna end up falling even harder… for you...” he trailed off softly, looking down. “I want nothing more than for you to be mine.”

Relief washed over you as your eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling in surprise.

Was this real?

He looked up, his eyes searching your face as his hands felt their way from your hips and down the sides of your upper thighs until they found the edge of the flared, mini skater-skirt you were wearing. Finding the hem, his hands made an abrupt stop only to begin their trek back up, now underneath the material.

“And, ya know, I was doing pretty good until you started wearing these wicked things,” he accused, his voice husky, “with those delicious low-cut tank tops, hugging every one of your curves like someone painted the damn thing on you. You don’t even bother with a bra anymore,” he acknowledged, looking down at your cleavage. “Do you know, I almost lost it the first time you walked in wearing this?” he huffed with a sultry smirk.

The blush that bloomed and spread from your face to your chest was enough for him to know that you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Mmmm, of course you knew. Because you went and bought more, didn’t you?” he teased, bending forward and rubbing his snout against your nose, teasing your lips with little brushes from his.

“I wanted your attention,” you whispered, leaning in and chasing his lips, trying to get him to kiss you.

“All you have to do is ask,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, his hands finally reaching their destination under your skirt.

Swallowing hard as he pulled back to look at you, he quirked one eyebrow ridge upward as he waited for you to ask.

He was so smug sometimes.

Unable to look him in the face, you shifted your gaze straight forward to his plastron, instead. Heat crept up from your chest, a bit bashful at what you were about to confess, “I need your affection,” you whispered.

His head bent down to meet your now downward stare. He bumped the side of your face with his and nuzzled you a bit as you felt his lips searching for yours. The moment you tilted your face towards him, his mouth was on yours, firm and full of passion.

Both of his hands abandoned the sides of your panties, and his arms came up to wrap themselves around your torso. His hug was all-encompassing, holding you tight as if you might vanish into thin air. A deep, caring warmth emanated from his embrace as he began to churr, sending ripples of happiness straight through your heart, while leaving your head swimming with a desire for more of his affection.

His mouth moved across yours, in a sensual dance, his tongue slipping past your slightly parted lips. You gasped as your breath caught when he added some light suction to the kiss. Your hands, with a mind of their own, wandered lower to his belt buckle.

He broke the kiss for less than a moment, and you were already grasping at anything you could to pull him back down to you, hungry and desperate for more.

"Not here," he smiled with a sexy giggle, "I want to make sure you're on a soft surface before I have you squirming and gasping as I appreciate your existence, Sunshine."

Your core throbbed at his words as he lifted you off the table and carried you bridal style to his bedroom, which sat at the edge of the lab, just past his office.

His room was bathed in a purple glow, the lights popping on automatically when he walked you through his bedroom door. Once he’d set you on his bed, he reached back up your skirt and removed the lacy, black panties you decided to wear that day. Tossing them on the floor, he quickly removed his boots, followed by the rest of his attire.

In an attempt to remove what was left of your own outfit, he stopped you, "Please," he husked, "that outfit has been the bane of my existence, haunting every one of my fantasies - asleep and awake - for the last three and a half weeks. Please, please, please," he begged, "let me enjoy the slow, satisfying removal as I worship every inch of you," he finished, with a small quirk of an eyebrow ridge, climbing onto the bed, and pulling your sex to meet his mouth.

"Donnie!" you gasped as his tongue gently glided over your folds once, before expertly finding its way to your engorged jewel. His warm, silky tongue laved over the bud, shuffling between whirling, tickling, and flicking. He produced a low hum, making it sound as if you were the most exquisite meal he’d ever had. Some occasional suction had you pressing yourself closer to him as he demanded your body to give him more of your essence.

A whimper left your lips when he pulled his sinful mouth away from your needy body, only to have him pull your petals back, exposing your pearl completely. Kissing then wrapping his lips around her, he alternated between gentle suction and tiny licks with just the tip of his flattened tongue. His hands relocated and now held your hips tight to the bed, so you were unable to move even a millimeter. He had complete control over your pleasure, and he knew it.

He looked up at you between your legs, mouth still at work, watching you with those big honey-colored eyes as you couldn’t help but pant and moan his name, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath you as you tried to keep your sanity. Seeing the tightening of your lower abdomen, he stopped right before you peaked.

You gulped air into your lungs at the sudden reprieve, as if you’d just been held underwater for the last fifteen minutes. Donnie pushed himself to a standing position, his impressive erection bobbing as he got up, beading at the tip. He licked his lips, looking down at you before wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

He grabbed the waist of your skirt, taking his time as he pulled it down over your hips and past your knees. His eyes glazed over as he watched your body's lower half become more exposed. Once the skirt had been tossed to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, he crawled back onto the bed, straddled your lap, and pulled you to a sitting position. Sitting back on his haunches, his hands found the bottom hem of your tank top. He peeled it off slowly, dragging his nails softly along your sides the whole way up, his eyes drinking in the sight of your breasts as they slid out of the built-in bra and bounced, grateful to be free.

He’d barely gotten rid of your top before his lips were on yours again. Lying you back down on the bed, he left a path of open-mouthed kisses from your lips, to your jaw, and down your neck.

A throaty, satisfied moan left him as he drew one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, and sucking ever so gently. Reflexively, your hands moved affectionately over his shoulders and biceps, appreciating his beautiful physique.

“Donnie,” you gasped when he nibbled one bud, while pinching the other, causing your stomach muscles to tighten, and your thighs to clench. A wet warmth trickled between your legs and onto his bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, getting up for a moment and tugging you up with him. Pulling you over him, so you were straddling his lap, he moved his legs apart to bring your hovering sex closer to his. His finger slid between your petals, swirling your slick in circles, teasing as he spread the dampness of your core, before lining himself up against your entrance.

Locking eyes with you, he whispered, “I’m gonna make sure that I give you the best damn orgasm of your life, so you’ll never want anyone except for me, ever again.”

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OC Interaction Tag

Rules: describe an OC of yours, then describe how that OC would interact with the OCs of the people who tagged you

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling for the tags!

Kaylin’s OC: Maddie is an 11-year-old girl who is quiet, curious, and a bit of a risk-taker. She's generally well-liked but isn't sure why people like her. She fidgets and squirms and likes to remain active, especially with her hands. She's a STEM kid through and through, loving each letter in the acronym. Maddie takes things apart, such as pens, to see how they work and eventually joins her school's robotics club. She believes in direct fairness - will match your tone with her - and gets a little upset if she is misunderstood, which is often, since she thinks she's straightforward. Her honesty leads to her being nosy, as she believes everyone should be open. Maddie is an animal shapeshifter, and enjoys the physical sensation of morphing as well as pushing her limits a little too much. She's a gamer who prefers consuls with buttons and enjoys old sci-fi shows and modern cartoons. Despite not quite understanding emotions, she does try to be there for the people she cares about, and usually tries to defuse a serious situation with a little joke.

Katie’s OC: Astra DuClaire is a 25 year old witch. She was too poor to get a proper education, so she snuck into lecture halls and bribed her way into labs to learn her trade, eventually taking on the specialty of runic mechanics. After learning all she could, she slapped some steel baba yaga legs on a vardo wagon and began her business as a traveling mage in the sketchy land of her birth. As a person, the first thing one would notice about Astra is her arrogance. She's prideful to a fault when it comes to her magic, though this is mostly a front to cover up some deep insecurities regarding her lackluster education. She loves helping people, is hungry to learn new things, and has a deep, angry sense of social justice. She believes all people have inalienable dignity. In her dialog, she's coarse and has a raunchy saying for every occasion. It doesn't matter that she's five nothing, her argumentative streak stretches into next week and she will be a bitch about it. But as angry as she can be, she has just as big a capacity for wonder and love. Her hobbies include tinkering, embroidery, and pirating music.

My OC: Stellaris is a disliked nobleman, the younger brother of Sixth Station head Cassiopeia. He’s a scrawny-looking blond man with big purple eyes who wears shabby nobleman’s clothing and has a permanently flat affect. Stellaris is autistic, which makes him unpopular among nobles due to his complete inability to understand social cues and perform social niceties such as eating food he dislikes because it was offered to him. He has a kind heart but struggles to express it and communicate well to others. His special interest is history and he loves telling others about it and asking them about anything they know about it, but he doesn’t mind taking turns talking about interests if people are willing to take their turn listening to his. He is extremely blunt and honest at all times, even when it might come across as rude, although he frequently doubts or disparages himself because of how people have treated him.

How Stellaris and Maddie would interact: I think they’d get along very well! Stellaris wouldn’t understand Maddie’s interests, but he’d be happy to listen to her talk about her interests and tell her what he knows about Seven Stations technology, which I think she’d really enjoy. He’d definitely want to tell her about his interests and would be delighted to know that she’s from what he considers historical times and would probably ask her a bunch of questions. I think their communication styles are really compatible, he wouldn’t mind her being a bit nosy and trying to be straightforward. She might end up mimicking his tone and accidentally talking way louder than she should out of a misinterpretation that he was yelling at her (he tends to talk a bit too loud), but I think they’d get along despite this.

How Stellaris and Astra would interact: Honestly, I think she’d scare him at first. Astra has a very forceful personality that I think he’d find intimidating. I feel like Astra would initially find him a bit weird but would quickly figure out that there’s a lot more to him than his “strange” mannerisms and take a liking to him. I think if he ever talked about how the other nobles treat him, she’d get really angry on his behalf and he’d take a whining to that real fast. He’d start off just doing what she told him to because he’s a bit afraid of her, but I think he’d start chatting with her after she realized she wouldn’t hurt him. After that, I think they’d talk a lot about their interests, and he’d interrogate her about her life too, because her life reminds him a lot about history. He might accidentally pry a bit far and get her to bristle by asking about something she’s sensitive about, but he’d apologize profusely enough that I think she’d be willing to let it go.

I love this game! I hope y’all like the interactions, lmk what you think of them :)

@elsie-writes @rkmoon @televisionjester y’all want to play?

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bambiraptorx · 11 days

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Got a question. Is it easy to tell when Bea is happy or enjoying something? Because We've seen what happens when she gets angry or throws a tantrum

It's fairly tricky, at least for people who aren't as familiar with them. They tend to have rather a dearth of facial expressions, and while they do have a decent amount of body language cues, those don't necessarily correspond to known human or animal emotive patterns.

Part of this is that Bea's Krang material came from the Technodrome, which, while some flavor of sentient/sapient, had no need for emotional communication. And while the way we display emotions is a complex topic, at least some of it is biological. So long story short, Beatrice only kind of has the inborn understanding and automatic display of emotions that people and animals usually have. (It's a more complex issue than that but that's a part of it.)

Her family figured this out pretty quickly though, and started paying attention to her body language more since that's way more reliable. Her tail is actually fairly expressive- if she's happy, it tends to be more curvy or the tip will flick back and forth. If they're curious about something, they might sprout an extra eye or two to look at it. If they're tired, they tend to stop holding to the turtle shape as much and get a bit melty-looking. If they summon a dozen eyes, fully lose the turtle form, and start screeching, they're probably annoyed by something.

All of this is mainly for when she's still little, though. Once they get older and start getting more control over their appearance (they functionally become a shapeshifter), they tend to intentionally emote in ways much more in line with the ways other people do, mostly out of convenience of communication. (That said, she often returns to her default modes of expression around her family members.)

TLDR:

Beatrice has resting bitch face except instead of looking angry its basically this:

[I.D. A drawing of Beatrice as the autism creature. They are a pink turtle with a purple shell, and large brown eyes. Their sclera is yellow, only a bit of it visible around their irises. Their expression is blank.]

#asks #bambi's rambling #beatrice helena oc #rottmnt #rottmnt au #image described #have i posted the bea tbh creature before? i dont remember lol

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poppet-seed · 2 years

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Siren-Pirate AU Moon

Character facts:

Although both Sun and Moon are twins, Moon is older by a matter of seconds and matches his "middle child" title perfectly. Known for being the backbone of the ship and having a strict attitude Moon is the brains behind most of the ideas aboard the celestial star.

Moon is the navigator. He is in charge of plotting routs, steering the ship and knowing exactly where they are at sea. He is the main captain that takes the wheel and is often seen up on the helm of the ship, both observing what goes on the deck and monitoring their course. He is also the captain that drives at night. One of the only people up at twilight. He's extremely good at celestial navigation and can know his exact location just by observing the stars.

Mostly nocturnal, moon isn't all that active in the daytime having to stay up at night to maintain course. He's usually doing cartography or resting in diurnal hours. But will be seen around when having to dock for supply's or an upcoming raid.

Moon is the most intimidating captain, despite this the crew still respect him. They just know better than to get on his bad side. Moon has no quarrels with his crew and rather enjoys their company from time to time but lacks the social skills to show this, giving the impression he's uncaring towards them. Moon struggles to outwardly show affection with anyone except his brothers so he's a bit stiff in one on one conversation, but if you look really hard past his resting bitch face. You'll see his eyes aren't that sharp. But more soft listening to someone.

Pistols are usually his wepond of choice but he's not one to hesitate in a sword fight. Sure he's not as good as Eclipse or Sun in that domain but hand him a gun and he'll never miss a shot. He's got incredible aim and can hit another ship with a cannon every time. He rarely misses. Eclipse still tries to spar with him often to make sure he dosent become a "gun-man" only. Moons swords skill is still above the rest of the crew.

Moon is rather soft towards certain members of his crew. Mainly the ones who have come from traumatic backgrounds. He's seen them wounder the deck at night unable to sleep or have been awoken by nightmares. He always approaches them to offer an ear to listen or someoneto sit next to. Not good with hugs or comfort in general. The best he can offer is to listen to their troubles and after gently coax them back to bed. Sometimes even going as far as to walk them back to the crews quarters. It's one of the main reasons the crew respects him so much.

In the beginning moon and sun were both fascinated by marine life and used to own a collection of sea glass. It was what originally drew them towards boats and sailing. However after an incident that nearly cost moon his life, that fascination has since died. He's very much afraid of what lurks under the surface of the sea.

Moon is the most resistant to Y/N's siren song. Having gone through an incident in the past with another siren, moon was able to build up a resistance to siren calls. This helps him withstand the music for a minute at most, its usually enough time for him to shoot the siren or create a distraction to throw them off. But if the song continues for too long he will eventually get a bad headache before finally falling bewitched. Like his brothers, his eyes will turn a vibrant purple and he will make his way towards the sea. He's known to be zombified when bewitched and mumble along to the siren song.

Close up below:

When angry his eyes turn black and red. Much like his older brother.

He can dual wield pistols but it lowers his accuracy a bit. So he usually sticks with one.

Scars from a siren. It's lore I'll explain one day

Moon experiences terrible migraines after fighting off the sirens song and can be out of commission for hours to days depending how long he resisted for. He's the only captain able to keep his memory even after being bewitched. It's a blessing and a curse.

Captain Eclipse

Captain Sun

Siren Y/N

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moondrop #siren pirate au #captain moon #pirate moon #this guy can hold so much trauma *slaps his back*#THE LAST BOY #only y/n left #GRRRR SO CLOSE #moon is the only captain with heals on his boots #poppetart

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itwasthereaminuteago · 3 months

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|| Boss ||

I was thinking of Earth 65 Murderdock for this one, although you can imagine a Netflix AU Matt and Frank if you so wish!

Warnings: Just swearing and sort of fluff/allusions to smut.

It's like a storm has blown in the door of Frank's apartment. A blazing, angry blur of red, cut with a flash of white as the tempest hurls his cane across the room to clatter against the far wall. “-can't fucking get the staff these days! What the fuck is wrong with everyone?! As if I ask for much? Just a tiny modicum of respect and maybe, oh I dunno, just follow my fucking orders!? FUCK!”

Matt’s shoulders heave under the silk cotton of his suit jacket as he takes a breather for a second. He's angling his head rapidly, as if looking for something.

“Jesus Frank, of all the people to have no fucking hard liquor in their place… ”

Frank shrugs, he was more into extra strength coffee these days to keep himself going, but he knows Matt needs various means to unwind. Namely alcohol, beating the crap out of lowlife scum, sex with women, men… and yeah, that sometimes even included him. He grew less and less surprised each time the Kingpin came to call on him.

“So what's eatin’ ya Red?” Frank asks as he pats his thigh lazily, lowering his gaze which he knows even Matt can sense. “C'mon over an’ sit on daddy's knee. Tell me all about it.” He grins.

“Pfft!” Matt spits out a scoff, but still he can't help the side of his mouth from tugging up into a smirk at Frank's humour.

“‘Daddy’? Really, Castle?”

Despite his apparent amused disgust, the Kingpin of Hell's Kitchen perches himself comfortably on the bigger man's ridiculously thick thigh while he's sat with legs spread wide on the armchair.

“Yeah, why not? You sound like the spoiled little girl that didn't get her pony.” Frank says, risking a poke at the hornets nest.

Matt doesn't bite however, just lets himself flop against Frank's chest, letting a long, laboured sigh leave his body as Frank's arm comes around him. For whatever reason he still finds it hard to admit he likes this, that he might actually enjoy being coddled and comforted sometimes. It wasn't always easy being ‘on’ all the time although he could sure as hell make it look like it was.

“I've had an absolute shitter of a day. I want to fucking kill everyone.” Matt mumbles into the massive muscley pillow of Frank's arm and shoulder.

“There. Ain't that better now you got that out?” Frank rumbles close to his ears. Matt’s eyelids droop and close with exhaustion, as he lets Frank take his physical weight as well as that of his mental burden. He hums, exhaling deeply again as he feels the press of strong fingers tracing up and down his spine through his clothes.

“You hungry?” Frank eventually asks. He feels the soft shake of Matt’s head.

“No… I've got shit to do but I just wanna lay here for a while.”

“Well, you can do that, you're your own boss after all.”

“Urgh,” Matt groans, “remind me why I'm mayor again?” he whines dramatically, his lips brushing against the skin of Frank's neck causing him to lift his head slightly to grant him more access as he starts to lay kisses on his now rapidly heating skin..

“Well, it's always been my understanding it's because you love being a bossy lil bitch an’ orderin’ people around.” Frank responds, first with a low chuckle, then a sharp intake of breath and a grunt as Matt viciously sucks a scarlet and purple mark on the crook of his neck.

“If you think I'm letting you off with that comment you're sorely mistaken, Castle.” Matt says as he gets to his feet. He wraps his fingers around Frank's wrist and urges him up.

“Where we goin’?” He asks.

“To your bed, so I can be a bossy lil bitch and order you around.” Matt snarks, and Frank follows, wondering just what he's let himself in for this time.

#fratt fic #frank castle x matt murderdock #earth65!matt murdock #fratt fluff #frank castle x matt murdock

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dealerlin · 21 days

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❝ such a brat… ❞

warnings: nsfw, slight overstimulation & clitoris torture, bratty behavior, mentions of neglect

genre: slight Dom/sub au & smut

fem!reader insert, Eisuke paring

a/n: it’s not as detailed as i’d like

synopsis

You were just such a fucking brat. It was unbelievable, how you would take the simplest of tasks and throw a bitch fit about it. You and Eisuke had been dating for a while now and he was used to girls beckoning to his every whim, but you however did the opposite. It’s the only reason he noticed you. It’s easy to mistake you for a Dom, in this world full of Doms and subs. But, it was made clear during your first time having sex that you weren’t a Dom. Not even close. Simply the brattiest sub he’s ever met.

“Stop, woman.” He says in a serious voice, annoyed by your antics, trying to draw attention from him. This always happens. To you, regardless of whether it ended in punishment, his acknowledgment, getting him away from work, that was a win in your book. It was embarrassing, being dragged to a subs whim in front of all his friends. He had been far too gentle with you. “Y/n, room. Now.” He commands, but it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I refuse, purple!” You say without hesitation.

You hadn’t even considered following his command, saying your safeword was almost instinctive. Every time Eisuke talked, you were prepared to blurt it at any second, like a ticking time bomb. Sure, you knew safewords weren’t supposed to be abused like that, but that’s not your problem. He was glaring daggers at you. “Y/n, what did I say about doing that.” “Doing what?” You feign innocence, batting those pretty eyelashes that stopped working a long time ago.

The way he looked at you, you knew you were going to be punished. But, it’s not like this would be a new phenomenon. His friends laugh at your defiance, they had never seen such a strong headed sub before. “You’ve got your work cut out for you boss!” Baba laughs, Ota adding “I could tame your adorable puppy, if you want-” He quickly shuts his mouth, seeing the murderous look Eisuke gives him at the thought of another man touching you.

Seeing this jealous act, you decide to push Eisuke’s buttons. “Ota, that sounds wonderful! Why don’t we start right now?” You look over at Eisuke, and he seems to be fuming with anger, so angry that he’s completely silent. You're about to egg him on when suddenly you’re thrown over his shoulder. Lightly pounding his back, you huff. “Me and Ota were doing something! Mister jealous.”

He doesn’t say a word. You must have really done it this time. But, did you care? No. “Eisuke! I said we were- woah!” You’re practically slammed onto the bed, your whole body bouncing. “Did I make someone angry?” You coo, only to be shut up by a breathtaking kiss. “This is the last time,” he mumbles, “the last time you’re ever going to behave like this.” His tone was cold, and his eyes looked menacing.

Yet, his characteristic smirk seems to make you think otherwise. What could he do? Spank you? Deny you an orgasm? Being a huge masochist, there wasn’t much you could think of that you wouldn’t enjoy. “I’m going to make you cum so much, you’ll beg to never orgasm again.” Before you can say a word, he’s ripping your clothes off, now laying somewhere on the floor of his room. You were excited, finally getting the attention you've been craving all day.

First he ties your hands to the bed frame, then your legs, making sure to keep them spread wide. Then he leaves, going to his closet “full of wonders”, as you call it. Though, he comes back with an automatic thruster attached to a dildo, clamps, and a vibrator? Was he not planning on touching you? Seeing your look of confusion, he gives his signature laugh. “Did my poor baby really think I would reward her? After that act?”

He clamps your nipples first, making you yipe. “There there, naughty girls can handle a little pain.” He says in that annoyingly condescending tone. Next is the vibrator. You thought he would put it inside of you, but instead he attaches it to you clitoris, and you can’t stop yourself from jumping which proves futile as the binds hold you in place. “Fuck! Eisuke, Eisuke.”

Moaning as you try to reach out to your Dom, sure it felt good now, but Eisuke knew after an hour like this you’d be begging him to make it stop. Your pussy instinctively clenches around nothing. “Eisuke”, you whine, but to avail. You felt your orgasm building up, already wet from the stimulation of your clit. Your head begins to fog, only for the stimulus to suddenly grow strong. Eisuke was pressing it right onto your clit. Screams and moans echo the room, it was too much.

Right before the orgasm hits he stops, making you look up at him with big glossy eyes. “Bad girls aren’t allowed to come without asking.” That antagonizing smirk never left his face. “Please! Please can I cum!” Your voice comes in more of a begging tone than you had intended. “Let me think about it.” Finally, the dildo is shoved inside of your wet entrance. You weren’t at all ready. He hadn’t prepped you, not even a finger.

The pain begins to turn to pleasure though, the machine being put on the highest setting. “Ei- Eisuke! No!” You hadn’t had time to adjust, no build up, just rough, fast pounding. The lewd sounds made from your soaked entrance being thrusted in and out of makes your face more red than it already was. It was too much. The clamps, vibrator, and now this. And before you know it, you’re having a ripping orgasm. Yet, there’s no sign of stopping.

“Eisuke, no! A- ah!” Tears filled your eyes, much to Eisukes pleasure. “You didn’t think I would stop just because you oragsmed, did you?” Just how long was he planning to keep this up? Your legs shake, you had only cummed once and you were already exhausted, there was too much pleasure. It felt too good. “Please, please. I- I need you! Please, I’m sorry!”

It had been 60 minutes of nonstop orgasming. Each time you thought you couldn’t cum again, you came. “I don’t know. This is what you wanted, right? A punishment?” You could barely choke out words. Your legs desperately pulling against the bonds to close, eyes teary, and breath gone. “Fine, but you’re going to have to come again.” Shaking your head no, you’re surprised when he turns the machine off.

“Wha-” He takes off the vibrator, nipple clamps and binds to your legs. “But I thought…” You can finally breathe again, but before you know it he’s on top of you. “I wouldn’t let some stupid sex toys finish my woman off.” You were surprised, that is, until you saw the tightness in Eisuke’s pants. “Eisuke… please, need-” “I know.” Unbuttoning his pants, he roughly pulls both them and his underwear down.

Capturing your lips in his, he finds your entrance before putting it in with ease. “All wet and loose for me. What a naughty girl you are.” Clenching him, you swear you catch a groan leaving his lips. Pounding you so hard, the bed shakes with your love. You can’t hold him, your hands still above your head, so you cry out his name. “Fuck, I know. I’m close too. You think I like watching you get off without me?” You can barely mutter a response, so he just quickens the pace.

“Ngh, o-oh, AH-!” Your g-spot is hit mercilessly until you’re ripped of yet another orgasm. Usually it took more to get you off, but you had already cummed so much, it’s like your body was just waiting for that next high. Able to catch your breath, relieved when Eisuke unties your hands, red markings to show for it. “Y/n, I don’t understand. Why do you act so bratty? There’s no way you act this bratty just because.”

You were always so much more open after sex, and even though he didn’t seem like it, Eisuke gave really good aftercare. After getting a warm, damp towel, he wipes down your body. “I don’t know.” You shrug, and from the “mmm” noise, you can tell he wasn’t satisfied with your answer. Getting some oils, he tries again. “Y/n, come on. You can be honest with me. What’s bothering you that makes you behave this way?”

He was rubbing you down, careful of the new marks on your body. “It’s stupid.” You say with a sad, distant look of your face. You stop feeling the rubbing, and soon Eisuke is next to you, face so close to yours you think you might kiss again. “Nothing involving you is stupid.” There was a moment of silence, he could tell you were debating on telling him. Finally, with a sigh, he knows he’s won. “My parents.. they’re just like you. They were always too busy for me.”

That broke his heart, had he been neglectful? “Never looked at my art projects, grades, didn’t even show up to my graduations or sports competitions. I wanted something to fill that. Yet, it feels like I’m constantly fighting for your attention, just like I did them.” He wasn’t aware of how his actions impacted you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I won’t prioritize my work over you again, I promise.” Your body was sore, but you work up enough energy to initiate a hug, and your bare bodies come together. The heat of being so close made you feel warm inside. With that, you fall asleep peacefully against his chest. “Love you..” “I love you too.” He responds, rubbing your head until you fall asleep.

#eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #eisuke #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #dom/sub #fanfic #kbtbb fanfic #smut #kbtbb smut #kbtbb x reader #x reader #reader insert #voltage #voltage fanfic

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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anders/red!hawke romance is literally so good, because once you'll get his friendship up some of the red options literally become the most supportive responses. i constantly think when anders tells you about ser alrik and blue/purple hawke will jump around the subject, while red will be like "WHO is bothering you and WHERE do we find them!?"

yeah!!! :D i did like a halfway attempt at this playthrough before and i loved that so much. pro mage red hawke dialogue is best dialogue and it’s partly because of anders hearing someone so openly bluntly aggressively support his cause after basically getting told he’s crazy 90% of the time

when i didn’t have a name for keir yet, i affectionately called this the nothing fucks with my baby playthrough agshsjsksk. i actually got the inspiration for the whole thing from reading through some of the legacy banter, which i’ve screenshotted. the other responses are cute too but i just rlly enjoy how red hawke never idk tries to dodge the question or deflect when anders talks abt himself like that? they’re just like No. wheres the i love you bitch i aint never going to stop loving you bitch vine when you need it

anyway i think they’re cute... i like that you get to kind of match justice’s intensity, like you’re both interpersonally terrible and Too Much All The Time. i also think anders is canonically a guy who has daydreamed for his entire life, from little apprentice anders doodling giant cats who eat templars, to whatever that insane mark of the assassin banter is abt his fantasy of hawke freeing him, essentially abt What If There Was Someone Who Loved and Could Protect Me... that would be Pretty Cool 👀... and i’m a simple person w simple interests so it makes me happy to give him a large angry s/o to aggressively do just that

#i encourage more people to give red hawke a try. they r pretty cool #you just have to dodge the insane dialogue agshsjsksks #anders #keir hawke

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metamelonisle · 1 year

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what are your words of wisdom

the backgrounds of kirby games are heavily underrated. egg engines is really scary. nintendo has a very strange obsession with eel enemies in their games and kirby is the least unnerving instance of this because barbars are sort of adorable aand land barbars are like giant salamanders that i love so much. if you're bad at a video game and cant seem to hold onto health for very long but are good at reaching checkpoints, just focus on racking up lots of lives and take no shame in eating a punch to refill your health. take any help where you need it. when you wake up always go to the bathroom because you won't be able to sleep on a full bladder. its better to fall asleep early and wake early than to fall asleep late and wake up late. being awake at night sucks. play more indie games and rom hacks. give affection to your friends and comfort when they need it and also respect their boundaries. dont ask me for wisdom when i'm slumbering over the keyboard. don't bite suspicious fruits. learn how to swim and learn how to drive and learn how to cook. kill people who make you unhappy or scared or angry and if you can't do that either leave them or ignore them. eat salmon. reblog my posts so i can hit 3 likes for once. it is infinitely better to be a hidden gem than to be famous because it brings endless stress and too many problems. listen tot he voice in your head that tells you destroying things is gonna leave a bitch of a mess or that hurting yourself is gonna take a long time to heal, that's hope. eat food that makes you happy but always be careful and prepared about it. always be true to yourself and don't hurt others unless they want to murder you and your loved ones wholesale over arbitrary things. chicken noode soup with white rice and potatoes fucks so good. if salt tastes good its probably because you need it. neil cicierega's mashups are goood. if someone mocks you for something you're sensitive about you should unequivocally give them a purple nurple without warning and i mean PURPLE. paramecia devil fruits are always way more interesting than zoans or logias. no matter how old you get cock jokes will always be hilarious if told right. wear clothes you enjoy and if people judge you than do horrific things to them in return. celebrities are people so don't treat them like they're fictional characters. get plenty of sleep. don't proofreead ANYTHING until the last word is typed.

memories are forever until they aren't. keep physical records of the things you love and keep them safe.

thank you.

i love you.

#paint.txt #askbox #long post #not sfw

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chaos-chloe · 5 months

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Riddle x Reader [different!au]

"Now this song that I just wrote (looks at wristwatch), mhmm oh, I don't know, maybe 30 minutes before the show. My producer confirmed I can perform it, so who wants to hear?!"

The crowd popped with the chants varying between, "DO IT!" "NEW SONG" and "PERFORM IT".

The bright purple and blue lights dimmed, smoke slowly pours onto the stage, drums started then the guitars strummed to life. All in the matters of seconds everything is gonna change with this song.

{Just breathe; bring all the emotions forward. Come on, you got this, girl}

get it out of my head

everything you said

All i see is red

I wish you were dead

i wish you were dead

{Why are you in my head still? I want to get you out of my head}

Why do i kinda miss the way you'd make me, cry

I even crave the sex to make up from all the fights

I still feel it all

The way i want your body should be criminal

My heads such a mess so typical, oh

{Tears started clouding my sliver-pooled eyes, and my vision turned slightly hazy. All the memories of us fighting in the halls. Regret starts feeling my heart, but there is no going back now}

Tell me why I want you back

When i look at all the facts

Its pretty clear you're evil

The way you love is lethal

{The flashbacks of you screaming in my face, pushing my buttons, breaking all boundaries, impelling my limits to the max, to the point of it getting physical}

I tried everything i could

Just to block you out for good

But I cant put the fire out

What the hell do i do now

{Burning or destroying everything you gave me, but yet I am still craving for you back just because I now know how to play your games, but I am not gonna waste that time again on him}

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{"Why did you have to stop me?!" "god, get out of my way" "jeez bitch stop nagging"}

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{As much as I preach "karma will bite you in the ass," I am so prepared to meet karma, finally}

Why arent I enough

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{My head starts to hurt from shaking all these memories out of my brain. A smile of power and revenge is proliferating}

Took a sip just to drown you out

Suffocate when I come back down

Can't sleep cause you're just so loud

Aftertaste still sour now

{An expression of heaving or throwing up appears on my face, then laughing due to how good it feels to get this out of my system}

I tried everything i could

Just to block you out for good

But I cant put the fire out

What the hell do i do now

{Throwing my arms up like an overexaggerated shrug of giving up. Strutting around the stage like a pacing angry man with a smile}

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{A new sense of belonging appears in my spirit like almost a spell being cast to remove my negative emotion}

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{I smile while making my hand into a fist with my thumb sticking out, dragging it against my throat. The crowd is growing lively and rowdy with them singing along now}

Why arent I enough

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

{Looking out into the crowd, seeing fans dancing, jumping, putting their hands up, or just going feral. I start grinning like the Cheshire Cat, enjoying this feeling maybe a little too much. The band and I are looking at each other, almost speaking into each other minds, knowing we are gonna go far after this gets out to the whole wizarding world or the whole world}

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead

Why arent I enough

Get it out of my head

Everything you said

All I see is red

I wish you were dead I wish you were dead

"I wish you were dead, Mr. Riddle." That statement will either make or break my band. The crowd absoutely lost their mind, but its called karma right?

{Right now, I am going to relish this feeling}

This is the first time I have ever written/typed fanfic. Yes, I do appreciate criticisms; just don't be plain rude. No, I do not own the song that belongs to the artist which is down below nor do I own the picture/banner above.

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST AS THEIR OWN WORK!

I Wish You Were Dead By Lucy Deakin

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