#his voice isnt very high pitched!

[bombusbombus]

I was telling my mom about Superboy, so I showed her a pic of Kon's leather jacket superboy outfit.

She said, and I quote, "he dresses just like your dad did, back when your dad looked like a lesbian."

And. Fellas, she's right. I've seen the pictures. But what a way to say it.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

Hi🩵 I hope you're having a great day

I was wondering maybe if you could make headcanons about how percy would be like in bed like his favorite positions and things he does to his s/o

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🩵

What Percy would be like in bed NSFW warning

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tags: percy jackson

missionary for starters: so he can see your face and your reactions from above.

talking about above, I think he would also enjoy the foreplay to start things off - placing his lover against the counter or on top of something and get between their legs.

There, he can take off their shirt or his own shirt and do things slowly. In his mind, the bed is where things really start, so he wants to get comfortable as possible.

the idea of pounding and going harder is for very obv. reasons a turn on but he is hesitant to do it because in the moment he gets really close, so hes afraid he'll cum.

he has the habit of not only staring but also looking away shyly when they stare back. Sometimes he will hold the stare until either looks away, he likes to build tension during and even before they start. When his s/o makes noises, his eyes flicker to their face, he thinks its really flattering that they moan because of him.

once after the first time(s) he would be comfortable enough to start using different positions.

He would stick with the classics, missionary, doggy-style (this one really got his heart pounding in his ears he was so turned on he couldn't breathe straight and kept panting).

He likes the idea of grabbing his s/o's leg or ankle and yank them into place, like dragging them toward him so he can get a better angle.

Percy wants to keep quiet, so he ends up scrunching his face ups and cocking his head to the side, biting down and clenching his jaw tight, sometimes even holding his breath slightly.

but as soon as he breathes, a noise always ends up escaping. its like a half-whine but its somewhat high-pitched and doesn't last long (meaning he doesnt let himself drag it out).

the sight of his s/o looking up at him or looking at them from behind makes his hands somewhat clammy and he feels embarassed that he needs to wipe them on the bedsheets.

praise him, dirty talk him (this one takes him by surprise) and he becomes such a love-struck fool willing to do anything to please his lover. He needs to know if he's doing well, otherwise he will spiral and his thoughts will consume him - to the point where he might even run away.

if his s/o takes the initiative he feels flustered but also insecure for a moment: was he not doing it right? mind you, this guy is a virgin and has not done things with anyone, so he can't help but feel insecure. but yet again, convince him and praise him and he is back.

once the sex and the pillow-talk comes, he imagines scenarios for the future: like his s/o straddling his thighs while they're either on the sofa or in his bedroom, his shirt thrown half haphazardly on the floor somewhere, gripping his s/os thighs and he's leanign his head back in pleasure ...

he takes more initiative, not afraid of grabbign your waist or hips during normal day-to-day activities...it becomes such a visible change that his parents are wondering what happened.

Percy becomes more and more confident in himself.

his favourite position is honestly anything really, he isnt picky. but if I had to choose one, I would say the position where his s/o is laying down on their stomach and hes ontop behind them.

he forces eyecontact, that's all I will say.

he frowns if they try to control their voice, he hates it and will grab their hands away. or do it harder just for them to not be able to hold back.

has tan lines dont ask where ...

handsy and grabby but it depends on what position they're doing and the timing, honestly it's pretty random.

whenever he licks his lips its pretty audible, you can just hear it from across the room.

quirks an eyebrow (not to be judgemental) if you say you're too shy, because you're both naked at this point sooooo. but not pushy.

wants to get to know your body: fingering, touching you anywhere, making out.

Im sorry i need to add on that i feel like hes the type of guy rhat would actually enjoy standing sex. Like his partner gripping the kitchen counter or the wall while hes behind. I feel like he loves to get a nice rhythm going and the sound of his balls slapping against them, the obscene wet noises coming from their genitals, the panting and moaning from the both of them, his fingers turning white from gripping their hips (he's trying to hold himself back), his mouth hanging open supressing his voice (he has a bad habit of holding his breath while doing this so when he finally breathes he's panting loudly), him grinding into the person to pause (again, hes about to cum), he wants to keep going for as long as he can, the idea of milking and dragging out an orgasm is his favourite way to do it. And when his partner finally lets out a long moan when they reached their climax, they unfortunately missed how Percy threw his head back and yelled in pleasure too when he came. I swear the walls slightly vibrated when he finished with that moan, his father is the earthshaker after all....

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Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Yandere Yuuta! very dark content, blood,explicit scenes and language, depictions of death and remains, reader is over her husband very quickly

Link to pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

a/n: Hi everyone! back again with pool boy! Yuuta (though there isnt much of him being our pool boy in this one hehe) I just had to continue where we left off and it was so so fun! Happy Birthday to me and our love! hope everyone enjoys!

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“I want you,” Yuuta panted against the skin of your shoulder, his hair dripping water rivulets down your chest as the shower head pelted him.

“You have me,” You giggled as his tip prodded against your swollen entrance. Grinding as if you hadn't gone two rounds before getting in the shower.

“No, I want you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul” He peppered kisses up your throat to punctuate his words, nibbling his teeth across your throbbing jugular, “I want to bury myself under your skin so that I can get deeper”. At the last word he gave a sharp thrust up against you, sliding into your welcome entrance as you gasped and held onto the shower wall. 

“F-Fuck” you whimpered as he stretched you, filling you up so well it made your brain foggy. Your legs were shaking as he held you tight practically molding his body to yours, hips moving shallowly to keep him fully seated in your slick heat. 

“That’s right, want you to feel me, more of me, all of me; never forget that I’m the one who makes you feel like this” He growled, moving one hand down to grasp your thigh and the other to your chest, rolling and tugging the pebbled bud beneath his fingers. 

“Yes” You moan, leaning back against his strong body as he fucked into you, your legs growing wobbly from the pleasure, “Y-Yuuta please”. 

“Just want you to cum for me, that’s all, wanna feel you one more time” He purred, the hand stimulating your nipple moving down to your clit, rubbing tight circles until he felt you clinching so tight around him. A high-pitched cry of pleasure spilled out as you reached your peak, Yuuta groaning in your ear doing nothing to quell it. He muttered a few curses against the side of your throat before swiftly pulling out, the feeling of him leaving you empty leaving you breathless. You shut the water off and stepped out, handing him a towel as you went over to where your clothes were on the counter. 

“I’ve gotta leave for work soon,” Yuuta said, running the towel over his dark hair and down his chest. Your eyes followed the cloth as he dragged it down his cut stomach to the hair at the base. The tips of your ears felt hot as you flashed your eyes back up to him.

‘Don’t get distracted’ You thought to yourself as his statement echoed through your mind.

“Sure you can't stay for just a little bit longer?” You asked, stepping to him and running your hands up his front. No matter how many times you've had him in the last six months it never seemed to be enough. Yuuta seized your hands, turning them in his grip to kiss the inside of your wrists before settling you with a look. A dark and predatory look where the light is barely casting in his eyes.

“Will he be back tonight?”. Your stomach sank but you knew he couldn't lie to him, nodding your head. 

Yuuta hated when your husband was home when he couldn't be with you. They had met once in October when you had hired the landscaping company again to close the pool up for the winter and trim the tree in the back near the shed before any weather hit again. The interaction was tense, to say the least, Yuuta on edge and tense in every muscle, teeth pinned together and jaw tight like it was wired shut, though your husband didn't understand why. Yuuta let one hand go from your wrists, the free hand moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb and index finger squishing your cheek a little.

“Are you gonna leave him? Or do I have to take you from him?” He asked, his voice sweet and tender but the look in his eyes was very serious.

“I- I want to but-”

“No, no buts if you want to I'll figure it out” he replied, a soft smile on his lips, “that's all I needed to know”.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wary and not sure if you want to know the answer to that question. He laughed softly, almost derisively.

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I said I'll handle it didn't I?”. 

You nodded, believing him but still not quite understanding. But you took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. 

“Honey? You home?” Your husband's voice called from downstairs. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, your eyes widening at Yuuta as he pulls his shirt over his head so casually. 

“I'll head out the window again,” He said, kissing your forehead quickly, “see you later”. He yanked the window open and slid his legs through, winking at you before dropping off into the flowerbed below. You made sure you heard the gate latch before shutting the window, heading down to meet your husband despite it turning a sick unwanted knot in your stomach. The perfume on his shirt when you hugged him made it worse. 

♡

‘He still there?’ Yuuta texted you later as you were making dinner, chicken baking in the oven as you stirred vegetables in the skillet.

‘Yes’ you texted back a small smile on your face when his contact of “Pool Company” popped up, ‘but he's in the shower’. 

‘Open the door’. You glanced over to the backdoor to see him looking in, a grin on his face as he waggled his fingers at you. 

“What are you doing here?” You questioned as he moved past you. 

“Wanted to see you,” He said simply with a shrug, “That so bad?” 

“With him upstairs, it is” You chided, watching as he strolled over to the stove and snatched a piece of mushroom from the skillet, scalding hot but eating it as if it were cold. 

“I’m not worried about him,” He replied, turning to you and backing you against the island.

“I’m worried,” You said quietly, squeaking as his hand when under your ass to lift you onto the cold marble of the countertop. 

“About what? If he catches us? If he catches me?” He asked, his lips so close he was nearly kissing you, his dark eyes shining like pools in the muted glow of the overtop oven light.

“Yes,” You whispered, wanting to lean in but unable to break your gaze. “I’m worried about what he would do”.

“No baby, be worried about what I would do to him,” Yuuta uttered, an eerie tone to his voice that had goosebumps rising across his skin, “if he threatened you, hurt you”. He leaned in close the next words in barely a whisper. “I’d fucking end him”. His fingers danced across your exposed neck, soft and delicate as he moved to cup your face. “Slit his throat like the pig he is and bury him beneath that pretty cherry tree outside”.

That shouldn’t turn you on, you should be running with your phone in your hand upstairs but you weren’t. Instead, your blood was running hot, your panties growing wet as he leaned you back, grabbing you under your knees to prop your feet up against his shoulders as his hands went under your dress to your panties. 

“Y-You would?” you asked, voice only a whimper as he groaned quietly at the wetness under his fingers. 

“I told you you were mine. My treasure. My wife,” He growled sinking to his knees, “The moment I saw you in that pretty little bathing suit, I knew that you were meant to be mine and mine only, I’d kill a hundred thousand pricks more worthy than him to be worshipping at your feet”.

You pressed your hand to your mouth as you gasped at the feeling of him latching onto your clit, his tongue sweeping down to taste your wetness. You knew your husband could be down any minute, any second but you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling of Yuuta’s mouth on you, licking and sucking and squeezing your thighs like it would be the last time. Though you knew it wouldn’t be, and he did too, but it didn’t do anything to quell the heat between you. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair but he pinned it down, one of his hands moving to keep it against your stomach. The pleasure was overwhelming, the hand not pinned failing to keep the high-pitched noises from escaping as he devoured you into a crumbling mess. 

“Y-Yuuta I’m-”. A growling groan from his throat was his only reply, knowing just what you meant as your legs tensed around him. The dam broke when he plunged two fingers inside, curling against the soft spot inside of you that nearly had you shrieking, clear fluid spraying out against his lower jaw as he smirked, so pleased with himself for making a terrible mess of you. The sound of the timer ringing for the chicken had you nearly jumping out of your skin, Yuuta rose from the floor and wiped his chin on the back of his hand. 

“Dinner done?” Your husband called from the stairs.

“Impeccable timing as ever, asshole” Yuuta muttered, glaring into the darkened living room. 

“Uh yeah, yes” You replied, clearing your throat and springing down from the counter, straightening your dress, “I just have to get the plates”. 

“Pour me a glass of wine, I’ll be down in a minute” 

“Sure honey,” You said in a cheery tone, flipping the burner off for the vegetables and grabbing an oven mitt before turning to Yuuta, “Go out the back”. 

“What if I just walk out in front of him, my shirt soaked with you?” He asked, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You wanted to melt into him, melled your body with his, and walk out the back gate right now but you moved your hands up to his head to pull him away.

“It wouldn’t be good, you look a mess,” You said amusedly.

“Wouldn’t matter much once I had his blood on me” He replied, his tone deadpan and serious. You knew he was serious. Very serious, murderous intentions swimming in his gaze, but you pushed him towards the door anyway, an almost boyish grin on his face when you slapped his ass. 

“Text me?” He asked, his hands against the doorframe preventing you from closing it.

“Of course” You replied pressing one more kiss to his cheek before he turned to disappear into the night shadows and head back to his car parked down the street. You were still looking out the back door, feeling his touch on your skin when your husband cleared his throat in the kitchen doorway. 

“Little spill?” He asked, nodding at the clear fluid he thought was water on the floor. You know you must have looked startled, like a deer in headlights but you moved over to grab a few paper towels and clean the floor. 

“Yeah just a little water,” You reassured, “Haven’t opened the wine yet, why don’t you pick out a bottle for us?”. 

“Sure,” He said, a fleeting questioning gaze in his eyes, “Everything okay? You seem a little flushed”. 

“Oh yeah everything is perfect, just a little hot in here is all,” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek despite it making you want to puke. At least you couldn’t smell that cheap perfume this time.

He was back in the pantry where the wine cooler was when a loud crash came from the backyard, startling you into dropping the glass you were holding.

“What the hell was that?” He called, racing back into the kitchen.

“I don’t know, I dropped my glass but that sound came from the yard,” You said, looking out the large windows into the darkness. He went for the door but you grabbed his arm, pleading with him not to go out there.

“I have to check it out” He insisted. You realized you hadn’t heard the gate close when Yuuta left, a surge of fear gripping you. What if he was still out there and your husband catches him? 

He shook you off with an annoyed sound, swinging the door open and heading out with the flashlight on his phone glittering over the recently opened pool. You could see the shed from the door where you were peering, the shattered glass of the little side window shining in the grass.

And the shovel leaned up against the cherry tree like a looming omen. 

Your stomach twisted, expecting Yuuta to appear from the shadows and drive an axe into the back of your husband's head. But nothing happened, your husband looking curiously for a moment before shaking his head and returning to the house. 

“Probably just some stupid kids in the alley throwing rocks again” He snapped, clearly more irritated than worried, “I’ll patch it up tomorrow before I leave”. 

“Okay,” You whispered, gripping your hands together to keep them from shaking. 

“Let’s have dinner”. You nodded as you moved back to the oven, taking the chicken off the tray and spooning the veggies onto your plates. Your phone lit up, your ringer down so he wouldn’t notice. 

‘Did he see it?’ Yuuta’s message read. You typed back quickly.

‘Yes but he didn’t say anything’

‘That’s fine, he’ll be thinking about it’ dots appeared before another message popped up. ‘Just like I’ll be thinking about you when I’m alone in bed tonight, will you be thinking about me?’

‘Of course I will, I always do’ you replied, a soft blush on your cheeks at the thought of his dick in his hand, sweat on his face as he chased his release to the thoughts of you. 

‘Good. I love you babygirl’. Did you look like a fool smiling at your phone like this?

‘I love you too’.

“These vegetables are a little burnt” Your husband complained when you were sat at the table, your hand gripped around your fork. You were white-knuckling it, thinking vivid thoughts about flying over the pristinely set table and driving it deep into his eye. “Still love you though”. 

‘Fucking liar, why don’t you go to her house and have her make you fucking dinner’ You thought bitterly, putting on a sweet smile to hide the malice. 

“Yeah, love you too”. ‘Asshole’ Yuuta’s darkly muttered word echoed through your head. 

♡

The house was always more peaceful when your husband wasn't there. Less tense. Seemed as though the light from the sun would shine brighter through the windows, the spring breeze fresher. You were just starting the next chapter in your book, your music down low on the surround sound when you heard a vague bump from upstairs. You only paid mind for a moment before going back to your other world, trying to just relax for a while. Until you heard it again, and then the sound of your husband's pen cup falling over off his desk onto the floor. While you didn't like the idea of being the naive woman in a horror movie who decides to go investigate a mysterious sound and gets bludgeoned to death, you needed to go at least clean up the mess so he wouldn't think you were snooping through his things while he was gone. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing nothing in the room beyond, and turning the knob. The curtains were open like you remembered after you had vacuumed in here earlier and cleaned the window. But then again, you didn’t remember the window actually being open. Propped all the way where the breeze was coming through. You quickly picked the pen cup off the floor, put them back in, and set it next to his computer where he liked it. That’s when you noticed the papers on his desk.

The divorce papers.

It was obviously something he had typed up himself, grammar and spelling errors abound and had not yet been notarized by his lawyer. Your heart sank even as you felt like fire was boiling in your gut, a red veil of rage taking over you as you tried to breathe. How could he do this to you? All you had ever done was take care of him. Love him. Through all of his dumb shit and failures. A sharp scream was echoing in the room before you realized it was yours, your fists balling the stupid papers up and shredding them into little pieces, making white confetti across the office room floor. You marched over to the window and slammed it shut, not caring if the neighbors had heard the animalistic noise erupting from you. They never paid attention to the neighbor down the street shooting his gun to “keep his mortgage down” so why would this disturb them? You stomped down the stairs and snatched your phone off the coffee table, slapping your book across the room in a fit of rage as you hit Yuuta’s contact. It rang only once before his cheery voice sounded from the other end.

“Hi baby, what’s up?” 

“That bastard wants to divorce me” You snapped, biting your tongue to keep the molten hot tears at bay. Yuuta was silent for a moment as you heard him put his truck in park. 

“Did he tell you?” He asked.

“No, I found papers he had sloppily typed up probably while he was drunk when I went into his office,” You said, “He hasn’t gone to his lawyer yet but might soon”. He was quiet again, a deep silence though you could hear his breathing. 

“What am I going to do?” You asked, your tone pleading as you felt your world beginning to rock and crash around you in pieces. 

“Nothing. Don’t say a word to him, go about your normal routine as you would every day and act like you know nothing” He replied, his voice sounding thin as glass, “It’s for the best now”. 

‘For the best now’ those words rattled around in your frazzled brain like a marble in a tin can. You took a deep breath.

“Okay,” Your tone wobbled, tears flowing down your cheeks now, “Can you come over? Please?”. 

“I can’t baby, not right now,” He replied, sounding as if he was pained just by the sound of your crying, “I’ll be there tonight though”.

“But he-”

“I’ll be there tonight” He insisted, “Now do as I said and go about your day, remember, act normal. Like nothing is wrong even though it is, keep strong for me love and I promise I’ll fix it”. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Don’t worry about what I mean and listen to what I’m saying. I’ll fix it, you understand? I’ll fix you so you won’t even remember what that fucking bastard looked like and I get to be the one to put a ring on your finger. I love you, darling, so much more than anyone else would be able to”.

“I love you too,” You said, wiping the tears from your cheeks and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. 

“That’s my girl, I’ll see you tonight”. You both hung up at the same time, your hands still shaking. God how badly you wanted to go around and smash everything. Light his shirts on fire with him inside of them and make him eat the broken glass from your picture frames but you didn’t. Calmly lighting a candle and going back upstairs to meticulously gather every piece of the shredded document and flush them, making sure every piece was gone before vacuuming the room again to be sure. You would deal with the potential fallout of him not finding the papers later. Much later. More than likely days later after he’s gotten his rocks off with that whore of his a few times. Doing a little gardening helped take your mind off of this situation. Viciously shredding the weeds from your flowers and imagining it was his vocal cords, the rich black soil on your hands his blood. You giggled as you smeared the dirty mess down both cheeks, resisting the urge to put your fingers to your mouth knowing it wasn’t what your vivid imagination was pushing forth. Normal. Be normal. Taking a shower was normal, watching the dirt run down the drain along with the soap bubbles was normal. Normal was nice. Sometimes. 

The one thing you weren’t expecting that night was for the police to be knocking on your door, a sullen look on their faces. 

“Ma’am I’m sorry but we have some very unfortunate and probably devastating news involving your husband,” the man in front said, his partner looking down and away, fidgeting with his utility belt. 

“What? What’s happened?” You asked, your blood running cold even as you pulled your robe tighter around you. 

“Your husband was involved in a motor vehicle accident, he seemed to have lost control on the interstate and collided head-on with a semi-truck I’m sorry but he was found dead at the scene”. You crumbled to your knees, sobs wracking your body as your hands pressed to your face. The policeman’s hand was warm as it rested against your shoulder, a kind gesture to console the grieving widow.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but you’re his next of kin and we need you to identify his remains, we can take you down to the coroner's office if you’d like”.

“No, no that’s alright, I can drive” You insisted, moving away from his hand, “just let me get dressed”. 

♡

It was a good fifteen-minute drive across town, the building looking so lonely and dim in the dark of late night, the smell inside steril and chilling. The coroner was a nice man, older with graying hair that was left and kind eyes as he led you into the back, pulling the sheet down to showcase what was left of your husband. His skin was charred black, not recognizable at all with the exposed jaw bone and missing bottom teeth as if he had smashed against the steering wheel as he spun out of control. They had forced his arm back into place despite the obvious signs that it had been broken too. Thankfully the nice man had only pulled it down a small portion, not showing nearly everything as your stomach curled in on itself. 

“That-That’s him” You whispered, looking at the gold ring on his left hand, the intricate carvings that you had ordered for him glittering under the buzzing lights, “I’d know that ring anywhere”.

“I’m very sorry, thank you for taking the time to do this,” The man sighed, scrubbing the back of his slowly balding head as if trying to stimulate growth, “We had nothing else to go on except the ID we found”. 

“There wasn’t anything in the car besides that?” You questioned, thinking they would have been able to run the plates or something.

“There wasn’t anything left, a total loss, couldn’t even tell what color paint was on it before since the gas tank blew but they found his wallet blown out into the road,” He sighed again, shaking his head, “This will be ruled as an accident I’m sure, just waiting for toxicology reports now to rule anything out”.

“He always liked to drive fast, it scared me so often and I begged him so many times to slow down,” You said, tears beginning to well up again. A good show. Normal. 

“Was he abusive?” the man asked, concern on his face even as he looked you up and down in your tight jeans. 

“No, nothing like that,” You said quickly, “just reckless”. 

He nodded, pulling the sheet back over your husband's remains. He thanked you once again for coming out, bidding you goodnight before cringing at his words and silently walking to the back again. Driving back home was… strange. You didn’t feel the need to cry. To pull into the dive bar for a drink. Just roll your window down to feel air flowing through and ride in silence, radio off and not thinking about turning it on. As you expected, the house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. You were about to hit call on Yuuta’s contact when you opened the door but the sound of ice clinking in the kitchen caught your attention, seeing the overhead oven light on through the doorway. There he was, sipping on a glass of your husband’s fine brandy while leaning against the kitchen counter, white t-shirt tight and dark blue jeans cuffed a little at the bottom. 

“There you are love,” He said with a smile, “Welcome home”. You didn’t say anything, just dropping your purse to the floor and going over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his throat. He made a soft humming noise in the back of his throat. 

“What happened?”

“He's dead,” you said shakily.

“How?”

“Car accident. The idiot drove into a semi-truck” You sighed, squeezing Yuuta tighter.

“How lucky” He replied, a smirk in his tone, “Glad I got the right car”. You pulled away from him slightly, looking up into his face.

“What?”.

“Well, shit there were a lot of fancy black cars a blowhard like him would drive, just glad I got the right one and not someone innocent, you know?” He shrugged, taking another slow sip of the brandy. Your eyes widened, your heart thumping.

“You didn’t” You whispered, your hands lingering on his waist.

“I did. Clipped the brakes while he was getting in his little toy’s car for lunch” He confirmed, one hand going under your chin, his fingers cool against your skin, “I must say she’s not near as pretty as you, definitely a downgrade”. You stepped away from his touch, your brain trying to process everything. He actually did it. 

“I- I didn’t know-” You stammered before his airy laugh cut you off.

“Oh but you did though darling, I told you, didn’t I? That I would take care of it” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “I told you that you were mine, and now you are, forever”. He stepped closer to you, his hand moving from your chin down to your waist and holding you tight against him. 

“My love, my wife,” His breath was sweet with brandy as he leaned to graze his lips against your jaw, lifting the glass to your mouth, bidding you to take a drink. The liquor was strong, burning your throat with an oaky finish that lifted through your nose, making your eyes water a little.

"Are you scared of me now?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. You shook your head, a soft 'No' on your tongue before he smiled.

"Good, that's good".

Yuuta moved one arm down to just under your ass, lifting you with ease, the brandy glass in the other hand, and began to carry you. Up the stairs into your bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. Muted moonlight spilled through the slit in the closed curtains, casting him in an almost ethereal glow as he set you down on the bed and the glass on your nightstand. A soft flick of a lighter startled you as you watched him light the two candles near your lamp, moving over to the one on the dresser and pressing the flame to the wick there too. 

“That’s better,” He said, almost as if just saying it to himself as he stripped off his shirt and turned back to you, “You know, I’ve fucked you here many times in the last few months but this time it feels particularly special”. He helped you remove your sweater, and then your jeans, leaving you in only your underwear with no bra. It felt like being an animal under a predator's gaze as he drank you in, his dark eyes tracing unseen patterns across your skin in the dancing candlelight, his fingers tracing them. 

“Let me try something” He spoke before he moved his hand over to the brandy glass, fishing out an ice cube and holding it in his fingers for a moment. You gasped when it touched your skin, goosebumps rising as he traced a freezing line along your stomach, up your sternum, and under the swell of each breast.

“This okay?” He asked, that soft sweet look he reserved for only you warming your chest. You nodded.

“I want to hear it baby” He stated, letting the ice melt in his fingers against your skin and roll down your sides to the bed. 

“Y-Yes, feels good” You replied, whimpering at the feeling of it moving again. Over your nipples this time, already hard from the chill on your skin but seeming only to get more sensitive. Your hips bucked with a soft moan at the feel of his warm mouth latching to them, one and then the other. Laving each one with attention before dragging his tongue down to trace the waterline he had made. Yuuta moved down to your panties, tugging them off and throwing them to the floor as if they offended him by even touching you. 

“Already so wet for me,” He groaned, chest heaving a little as if he was panting, “So good to me”. The moment you felt him pressing against you in his jeans, cock straining hard against the denim you knew you wanted to change positions. 

“Wait Yuuta I- I want you in my mouth” You practically whined, moving your knee up to rub against his bulge. You were shameless in your need for him. The need to just melt into him and forget all about this shit day despite the end of being caused by him. But maybe that was the highlight of the day. Your husband would have left you probably high and dry, moved that floozy into your house, the home you created through all of his downsides, and sent you to live in that seedy motel on the other side of town. This could be a new beginning, a fresh start of something beautiful and freeing. Your new normal. 

“Eager are we?” He joked as he turned over, scooting up to the pillows and reclining back, letting you take your time in unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you kissed down from his bellybutton to his happy trail leading into his briefs. You would never be over just how pretty his cock was. Pale skin fleshed red at the tip with veins racing up the side, arching up as if it was just as ready to be in your mouth as you were ready to feel his weight on your tongue. A lude moan vibrated against his length as you took the tip between your lips, feeling his precum melt against your tongue as you ran it against the sensitive head, taking more in your mouth as he involuntarily bucked his hips.

“S-Shit baby, feel s’ good” Yuuta growled, fisting the pillow beneath his head as you went lower, feeling the head bump the back of your throat with at least two inches to go. Drool was coming more freely now, running from your lips down his shaft and making the glide easier as you pushed to take him as deep as he could go. Your head was dizzy with his scent, the taste of his precum, and the pretty sounds he was making. Grunts and moans spilling from his parted lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he kept his grabby hands up away, letting you go at your own pace and fall into a fuzzy pleasured headspace, your eyes lidded as you sucked languidly against him. He was twitching against your tongue, your hand going to his balls as they contracted with every suck and pull of your mouth. You whined when he pulled you off, giving him a pitiful teary eyes look with a mix of spit and precum on your chin. 

“Come on now, don’t give me that look” Yuuta chided with a soft smile, kissing you deeply and licking the wet off your chin before kicking off his jeans, “Just want to cum inside of you”. He flipped your positions with ease, moving you onto your front as you arched your back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” He groaned, fingers spreading your dripping pussy so he could get a good look, your wetness glistening against the candlelight. A shiver ran up your spine as traced his tongue down your folds, suckling on your clit till you were whimpering before slapping your ass and sitting up behind you. He teased the head against you for a moment, letting you back up against him in desperation.

“Y-Yuuta” You stammered, wanting him inside you so desperately.

“Yes, my love?”

“Want you inside, wanna feel you” You pleaded, burying your face against the softness of your mattress. His hand went to your hair, holding just tight enough and pulling your head up so he could whisper against your ear.

“Say please” He grunted, popping the head in and out for a moment to make you shake.

“Pl-ease” You moaned, your eyes crossing as he bottomed out in one thrust, his thickness stretching you so good. It was that moment that you looked over at your husband’s nightstand, seeing the picture of you on your wedding day, looking happy for probably the last time in a long time and you couldn’t help the tears that welled up. Would you miss him? The old version, the caring version yes. But not the man he turned out to be. The true version that slunk in and out of the shadows and destroyed everything you had built. For him. You gasped as Yuuta snatched the picture off the table, pulling out of you swiftly and turning you over. 

“I don’t want you to cry baby,” He shushed, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks, “not over him ever again, he’s not here to hurt you anymore, I made sure of that didn’t I?”. You nodded a soft apology on your lips. 

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for being human for me” He reassured as he pressed his forehead to yours. 

Your eyes widened as he gripped the frame in one hand until the glass broke, taking a piece before throwing it with all of his force against the closed door. 

“We all cry. We all bleed” He breathed, taking the piece in his hand and dragging it in a short line across his palm, bringing the freshly bleeding wound to your mouth. You flinched as his blood dropped against your lips before you opened them, tasting the metallic tang as your cheeks flushed. He did the same to your hand, the sting making you flinch again before he pressed it to his mouth, his tongue licking against the wound and smearing your blood across his tongue and lips. Yuuta linked your hands together before pressing them down beside your head and kissing you, groaning at the warmth.

“Now we’re in each other's bodies, inner mingling and thriving. Giving each other life” He said, moving your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting in again, “I love you to madness, you know that?”.

“I love you too Yuuta,” you whimpered, the feeling of him inside of you completely canceling out the sting in your hand, “More than anything”. 

“Oh baby you don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” He groaned, folding you down so far he could reach your lips, “I’m gonna fill this sweet pussy till your dripping”. 

The bed was creaking with the force of his hips, your moans getting louder by the minute as he pulled him down with your free arm across his shoulders, wanting him closer. Needing him closer to feel his heat against you. The sweat rolling down his forehead, the flush to his cheeks, the whimpering growling moans spilling from him into the candlelit room were even prettier than you could have imagined.

“I’m g-gonna cum beautiful,” He stuttered, his hips beginning to lose rhythm as you dripped around him, milking him so sweetly he couldn’t keep his head straight. He moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in circles till he could feel you gripping tighter around him, “Cum with me please”. 

Your chest was heaving and heart thudding as you mewled and whined, toes curling and thighs burning as your release licked flames up your spine. Your names erupted from each other's mouths as you climaxed together, his cock filling you so deeply that you wondered briefly if you would end up pregnant after this. You were so warm inside as he collapsed on you, allowing your legs down as he curled against your body, keeping himself seated snuggly inside of you. Yuuta’s lips were soft against your skin as he kissed you everywhere he could reach, his hands clutching at you and holding you so close it felt as if your bodies truly were one and the same. You stayed against the pillows as he reached down to his pants on the floor before curling back up next to you and taking your hand. He pulled your wedding band off and tossed it over his shoulder, making you giggle before you realized what he was doing. The ring he slid onto your finger was beautiful, a delicate gold band with a proud diamond in the middle surrounded by dark garnets, delicate but elegant.

“Marry me?” Yuuta asked, his eyes sparkling in the dark candlelight as if there were stars dipped in the surface. You smiled widely, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Of course I will”. This felt right. Normal. Everything aligned the way it should be. Maybe obsession could be normal.

[rinbowaman]

can you do y/n sending heethan a moaning audio?🫶🫶

"The Sweet Sound of Wind Chimes..."

Warnings: yeah this is like full on porn. its nearly pure smut but its really good...probably the most detailed (or one of the most) detailed smut scenes i've written (def the most for a drabble/request) so here it is. ;) there is mentions of murder, hints of violence and ofc, theres the crazed obsession that our man has for his y/n. (yandere life) also if you know me or are familiar with my works, like most of them, this isnt proofread. sorry.

“Huh, she sent me an audio?” Heeseung thought to himself as he adjusted the volume in his car. With the bluetooth connected, he pushes play and the vibrating beat of your voice echoes through his car. You were moaning. You were whimpering. You were biting your lip and gasping near the end of the audio bit. Just what were you doing when you made this? You were in class, at least....that's where he dropped you off five minutes ago.

But oh the sound was addicting. it was music to his ears, fact, he replayed the audio over and over again. He couldn't get enough.

"Fuck......" he whispers out.

"Another one?" Heeseung mentally noted as his thumb hovers over the play button. "Sweet death come to me....."

The delightful sound of your wind-chime voice reaches a pitch high enough to break glass, but it was so soothing and angelic. The way your tone soared through like a spear and punctured his ears as you gasped out and whined, the very same sound you make when he.....

*knock knock*

Turning his head slowly, not even startled by the interruption, Heeseung faces the opposite window, and sees Jake. Rolling down the window, Jake pops his head in as he greets his best friend.

"Hey man, you coming in? Class is about to start."

Heeseung merely looked at Jake for a moment, causing the man to form a confused smirk as he starts to recognize that lustful shine in Heeseung's eye.

"Ah, you're thinking about y/n again. Well today is a short day so you'll see her soon. Lets go man."

Still looking at Jake with soulless eyes, Heeseung simply places his phone down and starts his car back up.

"Hey, are you leaving??" Jake utters as he steps back from the car. With the window still rolled down, Heeseung speaks out as he starts to back out of the parking space.

"I'm taking an administrative delay, i'll be in later. Tell the professors for me."

Chuckling, Jake waves goodbye as Heeseung drives off.

....................

Lonesomely, you stand in the locker room. Leaned onto the row of the steel doors, you rest your hip and shoulder against the lockers while your fingers remained under the skirt of your dress. The straps coming loose and draping down over your shoulders, with the tie string in the front undone, exposing more of the supple curves of your cleavage. Tilting your head against the locker, you become zoned out as the thought of Heeseung....and Ethan slamming into you was too much to bear just in thought. Perhaps you were close to ovulating? Why were the thoughts so strong this time around? Flipping over towards your side, you leaned more inward with half your chest pressing against the steel wall. So engrossed with the image of him thrusting into you, you bit down on your lip hard as you further craved for him, causing you to moan and whimper aloud.

"Mmm...uuuuuuugh......"

"i'm here baby."

his deep voice emerged from behind, startling you yet his immediate grasp around your waist snapped you right back into the filthy mindset you had just seconds before he snuck up on you.

"He...Heeseung."

"Shhhh...i'm going to fix it." with his traditional saying, he tugs you inward and pushes you up against the lockers, causing your chest and breasts smashing against the steel doors. Your hands reach up and become plastered, palm on the cold metal as you stabilize yourself, perking your rear up and curving your lower back at a distinct arch. You were ready.

Scooting your dress up, he collects the pretty floral material to coil around your waist as he smooths his hands around the most narrow part, just above your hip. You felt so soft....you always felt soft.

His thumbs extend over and circulates around your rear cheeks. Your derriere was large, bouncy, and supple, just the way he liked it. It always amazed him, how you could keep your ass so perky and large, round, and buoyant, yet he's never seen you do squats to enlarge it. Guess you were just built perfectly.....for him.

Leaning his chest over your back, his nose caresses your ear as he licks inside of it, nibbling on the lobe, causing you to whine like a child. "tell me what you want, pretty baby...." his voice started to transition, he was merging to his Ethan side, becoming half and half.

"mmm....." you moaned out.

"I said tell me."

"F-fuck....fuck me.....Heeseung fuck me......"

"ahh...very good."

With his member poking out of the opening in his trousers, he slides the large length in between your cheeks, poking the head out from above as he squeezes your rear to hug the shaft. Thrusting slowly, he continues to hug his length with your plump bottom, watching as the tip extends out in the open.

The feeling of him fucking your rear cheeks was immensely pleasurable and painful, it had caused your yearning state to soar through the tip of your burning desire and you nearly cried, you were reaching a breaking point.

"ugh! please!! please!! please!!" you begged.

"You gonna talk dirty for me?"

"yes! Yes!!"

"you gonna be nasty?"

"yes!"

"yeah? you sure?"

"Yes! please!...i'll do whatever you want...just please......i-inside....."

"mmhmm..." he deeply chuckles as he feeds the tip into your entry, yet unlike all the other times, he decided to toy with you just a little more. Once the bulging tip was inside, he rests and keeps it at the base of your opening, refraining from sliding the remainder of his length in...though it was extremely hard for him to do. With a shaky groan, he releases an unsteady breath as he smirks and continues to tease you.

"Tell me......mm...fuck....tell me what you were thinking about when you sent me that audio....." he tilts his head back and winces his eyes shut upon feeling you squeezing his tip. His Adam's Apple exposed fully as he faces the ceiling.

"Ttttthinking...thinking about....y-you.......fffffffucking me......mmmm fuck me......" you stuttered out as you started to move your hips back and forth. As soon as you started moving, his grip around your waist tightened as he pushes you forward, furthering meshing you against the steel wall to hold you steady. Your cheek pressed up against the cool surface, with your hands remaining propped up against the wall as your cleavage squeezes against said surface and becomes overly plump from the pressure.

"Yeah? what else?" he deeply chokes out as he slides a couple inches inside.

"Ugh! more! more!"

"Tell me what else then."

"fucking....fucking me hard.......cumming...cumming inside.....lots....lots of cum....i want it..i want it all..." moaning a mess of words, you tilted your head back, allowing your hair to drape down and reaching his finger tips, which he delightfully coiled around as he maintained his grasp around your waist. With his thumbs stroking the indented curve and lining of your back, formed by the arch, his soft and tender notion appeals to you as he continues.

"my pretty baby wants it all?"

"yes...yes!!"

"you dont want to share with anyone, do you?"

"no! NO!"

"and you dont want me to share you with anyone, right?"

"No..no sharing....no sharing!"

"You belong to me, and i belong to you, right?"

"yes! Yes!"

Inch by inch, he slowly slides in the remainder of his length. "You're all mine? You gonna follow my rules and only be mine? You gonna eat, sleep, taste, dream, smell, and breathe only me for the rest of your life?"

"yes! Yes! oh my god yes! mmmm please!"

"say it. say that i'm your everything...."

"yo-you're my everything! my everything!" your voice reaching a high pitch and cracking near the last bit, he was so close to fully feeding his dick inside, you could feel the base of his groin against your rear cheeks.

"you know you're my everything?"

"yes!"

"You know i would do anything for you?"

"Yes!"

Reaching a hand up and around your neck, he pulls your head back to rest against his chest. Burying his mouth into your ear, he whispers....

"You know i'll kill anyone if they ever touch or look at you?"

"yess........yes......" you moaned out. You knew that he wasn't bluffing, he killed before and you believe he'd kill again....all because the man was insanely obsessed with you. you were his and his alone. while his demeanor and actions would scare others, it thrilled and fed your deepest and wildest desires. because of this man, you were saved from the ugliness of the world countless times....because he loved you.

"you like that....dont you?" he smirks as he starts to thrust in more, his base reaching and closing in against your taint.

"yessssss...."

"you like it when the monster comes out?"

"yes......"

"you like it when the monster bites?"

"yes."

"you like it when the monster feeds, sucks, and fucks you?"

"yes!"

Extending his fingers out, and delicately wrapping them around your throat, all in a graceful notion, he bucks his hips, finally.

"ugh! Oh my God!!!" you reach behind and slap your hand against his thigh from the powerful sensation of him burying his cock deep....so deep inside you. Sliding it out, his tip near the opening, before he slams it back in, puncturing that sweet spot.

"UGH!!!! HEESEUNG!!!"

"Heethan baby....." he corrects you, as his lips remained plastered against your ear, whispering deeply and licking your helix.

Picking up the pace, you surrendered fully as you reach up and attempt to pull his hand off your throat, allowing you to lean forward so you could rest against the wall once more. "please..please let me....let me move...let me move.....c-cant....cant stand....ugh!"

Honoring your wish, he lets go of your neck and lets you nearly fall forward as your hands catch your fall and becomes plastered against the steel wall once more. His hand smooths over your back and pushes down on the lower bit, forcing you to perk your rear up.

"Ass up pretty."

Slightly leaned in towards your tip toes, you perk your derriere up and increased the exposure of your womanhood as he gains a clear view of his throbbing and swollen member thrusting in and out of your opening, skin on skin melting with eachother, creating a mixture of fluids, yours and his.

Thrusting faster and faster, he fucks you harder than you had imagined, it felt so good...too good. the sound of the lockers rattling and shaking as he slams into you, pelts his hip against your ass as his groin slaps against the skin of your suppled cheeks, staining them pink and red from each hit.

"mmmmmmmfuck!!!" you screamed out as your body bounces back and forth, your breasts jolting in quick motions as they jiggle from his high momentum.

"yeah? you fucking like that dont you?" he scoffs out. "touch it baby."

Doing as he bids, you reach in between your legs and caressed the part of his shaft that remained exposed with your two fingers, rubbing it vigorously as he continues to pump the remaining inches inside you, squelching the juices in and out.

Dripping, you felt the essence of his labor and your desire trailing down your leg.

"Oh? Pretty baby looks like she wants to become a mommy." he teases as he thrusts even harder, pull you back up and into him as he had done before.

"ugh! ugh! plllllllleease!" you moaned out as you grab onto his arm, which was swooped around your neck, placing you in a gentle chokehold. Your throat rests against his inner elbow, as his hand reaches your ear, where he gently moves the hair away and buries his face in once more. With you nearly standing upright, back plastered against his chest, his thrusts goes in straight and upwards, trailing in deeper than before, the momentum was so strong, it caused your body to become lifted as you shift back and forth between your tip toes from the slight bit of levitation, all due to his thrusting force.

"ugh! ugh! ugh!"

"yeah, fucking moan some more you pretty thing." he darkly whispers as he increases his pace.

"ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" your moans increased to match his momentum.

"you ready to get pregnant?"

"yes! yes! yes! fuck me! heethan fuck me!" you gasped out repeatedly, your voice airy and light as the pleasured tears stream down your face, exposing how fucked out you looked from taking him in repeatedly. "please......please cum...cum...inside...please fuck me and cum inside..." you begged. Just as you finished uttering out your words, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts your body entirely off the ground, with his shaft still nestled inside.

"ahhhh!!!" screaming out from the shock of being fully levitated in his grasp, not to mention how deep his shaft went in upon lifting your weight, he flings you over behind against the other wall, where a bench nearby was stationed. Not once did his throbbing member exit out of your cavity, his finesse was so above reproach, he could effortlessly move you without ever breaking contact. Lifting your leg by swooping his hand under your kneecap, he places it on the bench as he leans you forward against the tile wall, while simultaneously pulling your rear closer to him.

the repeated slapping of skin fills the entire locker room, he went even faster. His dick looked as if he was melting into your opening as the blurred view of your skin meshing with his becomes the highlight of his day. You became even more wet, allowing him to slide in and out easily as he goes in faster, deeper, and harder.

"ugh! i'm-i'm gonna cum!"

"cum with me baby." he gasps out in a deep groan as he reaches up and places a hand on your shoulder, while the other firmly grabs onto the side of your waist. He was both, pulling you in and holding you steady.

"cum for me, and i'll cum for you......"

tapping against your sweet spot, along with the feeling of his thick shaft in between your thighs as he thrusts in, you snapped. Screaming out, your walls gyrate and your thighs and rear cheeks shake vigorously.

"oh shit....." he gasps out, softly smiling at the view before him. Your body was losing control, jolting in all directions. Had it not been for his grab on you, you would have broken contact, yet he remained you steady so that he could finish.

Seeping inside, he releases every last bit of his seeds inside your belly, slowing down his thrusts as he catches his breath. with your body still jerking from the immense orgasm, he rubs his fingers up and down to coo you, calming your nerves and your heart rate.

"theeeeeeere.......good girl......shhhh..." he whispers out as he thrusts in slowly......slooooooowly.....

whimpering from the feeling of his thick member entering and re-entering, your body begins to go limp as your hands drag down from the tile wall. Catching you by reaching around and palming the center of your chest, he flings you up and against him, sitting you down on his lap as he takes his seat on the bench behind. Leaving his thick cock inside you, he keeps your legs slightly wide open as he rests your back against your chest, your hair plastered on your skin from the bit of sweat accumulated by the performance, he hugs you around your waist. Kissing your ear, he softly and gently repeats his pecks as you drift off into a blissful slumber, keeping his shaft nestled and warm in between your walls as he takes his time to recover. Once you were out cold, he chuckles to himself as he lifts your hand and admires your fingers.

"ah fuck baby......the effect you have on me.....even if its just the sound of your voice, you have a way about you that makes the monster hungry."

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[honeylikesyanderes]

yandere ocs - the beau-maude twins

one darling, two powerful yanderes-

what could go wrong?

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twice the yandere tendencies, vampire edition

hope you enjoy anons! thanks for your ideas

unedited for now and kinda rushed lol

minors dni 18+ only

warning: contains yanderes and yandere behaviour, huge and lowkey unfair power dynamics, desperate vampires and a darling that cant escape, mentions of blood

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montgomery 'memory' beau-maude - the fixer

 age: ??? (looks about 24 tho)

birthday: may 30th

physical attributes:

back length jet black hair that's usually up in a ponytail

red eyes

tall af (6'6)

pale skin (not too pale tho)

has a bit of a dad bod

slightly above average voice (not too deep)

always looks bored or angry

no in-between

has a scar on his right eye that he doesnt like to talk about

wears fake glasses to cover up said scar

personality traits:

is very poised

you can never catch him slacking tbh

is the more mature twin

rarely shows any feeling that isnt anger

doesn't like humans

is no fun

highkey a dick.

is mostly mean because of his royal status mixed with some bad experiences

people dont know a lot about him, even his twin doesn't know some things

is very secretive.

can fix any situation, no matter how hopeless it seems

he's called the fixer for a reason

maximilian 'max' beau-maude - the wildcard

age: ??? (looks 22ish)

birthday: may 30th

physical attributes:

short and messy black hair

red eyes

wears sunglasses because his eyes are a bit sensitive

a bit taller than his brother (6'6.5)

pale skin

muscular but not too muscular

slightly high pitched voice

always smiling

has a scar on his left eye that he’s willing to talk about, but everything he says about it is probably a lie.

personality traits:

is the opposite of his brother

is very playful

loves to joke about

cant be serious for more than 30 minutes

is very impulsive

thinks humans are interesting

lies for fun

no one can really predict him or his next actions

not even his brother

that's why he's the wildcard

seems like he's an open book

but he's actually lies quite a bit

most of his messes are cleaned up by his brother

can be very smart and strategic when he wants to be tho

meeting you:

they've waited for 500 years to ascend the throne

just to discover that their father made a decree that they cannot ascend the throne unless they find their mate

memory is livid, max is slightly amused

max suggests that they meet the palace oracle

the oracle describes their mate as a person with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes as well as extra details

the palace painter was then called to work with the oracle to provide an accurate picture of their bride

within two days, the picture was ready

it was then given to the royal soldiers , in which they were told to bring you to the palace

the search took about 2 weeks

and then after you were brought back looking disorientated and confused

you looked like a hot mess really

but to them?

you looked perfect.

are they aware that they are yanderes? are they bothered by it?

technically, theyre not really aware; because this is how they were raised to believe love towards your mate(s) should be like. so theyre not aware and they dont see anything wrong with it. its just how things work in the vampire world.

yandere tendencies:

theyre both obsessive yanderes

memory is more possesive tho

max pretends to be delusional, but he’s actually not delusional at all.

max is more carefree and but extremely clingy

memory is more strict but gives darling their breathing space

they both kind of view you as property at first-

memory shows it and makes it clear

you belong to them, no arguments, if, what or buts.

max on the other hand is much more cunning

he’ll act like he sees you as an equal

but he’s just pretending

and when push comes to shove-

he’ll throw you under the bus.

so be careful around him mkay-?

max is also the type to try and win you over

whether it is through gifts, sweet words, physical affection, giving you what you want etc

memory, on the contrary, is more harsh at first, but becomes sweeter and gentler over time

this softening can also be sped up if darling behaves well and doesnt struggle much.

when they both ascend the throne, you will also become their ruling spouse

that means prior to their coronation, you will have to learn your royal duties and how to rule.

even before then, your relationship will move extremely quick

you’ll be permanently bonded to them within a week, give or take

to clarify, max is much more dangerous than memory.

he’s extremely cunning and manipulative and will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

he doesnt care what he has to do to get what he wants.

he’ll do it.

memory on the other hand is more calculating and observant.

he notices little details and is extremely good at predicting patterns

so after being with darling for a certain period of time, he can successfully predict their every move.

btw, you cant run away.

youre their mate

they can smell you and can therefore track you.

and theyre royals-

they have the manpower and the resources to burn just to find you-

and theyve been waiting over 500 years to find you darling-

so just be a sweet thing and love them, okay?

fun facts/trivia:

memory:

you will be turned almost as soon as you start living in the palace

this is because memory really doesnt like the smell of humans

memory also doesnt drink human blood

he invented an animal blood supplement that he takes once a week

he likes to read and sleep

he actually likes the taste of human food and is extremely good at cooking 

is also very interested in human courtship and how it differs from that of the vampire world

is extremely truthful but will avoid answering the question if he doesnt want to say the truth

has special and specific powers because he's a vampire royal

has a strained relationship with his parents

max:

max has quite a bit of tattoos, but he keeps them hidden

he also gets tattoos when he's in a bad mood/angry

has had many many careers throughout his lifespan

so he’s very informed about humans and human behaviour

and he has a fuck ton of random things that he’s really good at

likes to drink alcohol

he is very impulsive.

and he's very touchy

he likes to bake and make chocolate for fun

has a weird addiction to monster energy tho

his room is always messy

has special and specific powers that differ from his brother's

avoids talking to his father, regularly talks to his mother.

loves to freak out/ scare darling

[wooahaes]

attentive care

pairing: non-idol!felix x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: menstruation tw (mentions of cramps/blood/cravings)!! intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: my mind rn is rly just felix felix felix rn huh. this probably isnt great but im soft for him rn

there were plenty of upsides to having lazy saturdays in. one of those was waking up to your sleeping face.

felix had woken up before you did for once, and just laid beside you as he watched you sleep. the tiny furrow of your brow, the quiet moan of pain... at first he hadn’t quite caught it, too asleep to fully process anything other than the growing want to kiss your cute, sleepy face...

and then it kind of clicked why all of this felt so familiar. “honey,” he croaked, voice still laced with sleep, and nudged you. “you okay?”

you stirred, only to bury your face into his shoulder with a whimper. another readjustment, and you mumbled out a “lix...” into his t-shirt.

“it’s okay,” he said, unwinding his arms from you. “i’ll make whatever you want later, yeah?”

“i don’t wanna get up.”

felix almost laughed at your whine, ever so endeared by you. “that’s fine,” he said. “i’ll let you wash the blood out of the sheets them--”

another groan and you pushed yourself up, hovering over him for a moment with a pout. “you better be ready to cuddle me when i come back.”

that time he did laugh, watching you crawl out of bed and head toward the bathroom. he curled up a little tighter, already mentally running through different recipes. he knew your craving for sweets would need to be satiated (you’d always say you wanted sweets, but felix, with two sisters, always thought you needed them because he never understood how a person could bleed every month or so and not need a little something sweet to get them through their day), and he was more than ready to bake something for you once he had a chance to run to the store. but if you wanted cuddles, then who was he to deny you of that?

you returned to the bedroom, more awake than before. the moment he let out a high-pitched “jagiya~” he could see the way you rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. his range never failed to amuse you. “come cuddle,” he cooed in that same high pitched voice, trying to earn a real smile from you as he reached toward you with grabby hands. “jagiya!”

and sure enough, he could see you turn away for just a moment to hide a smile from him. “god, i hate your range.”

he giggled, pulling you happily back into his arms. “did you take medicine?” when you hummed, he cuddled closer to you. “good. you should think about what you want me to bake for you later.”

“you don’t have to do that, you know,” you shut your eyes, feeling felix’s forehead as it fell into the back of your shoulder. “i’ll be okay.”

“honey?”

and you let out a sigh, knowing that felix knew you a little too well now. “i’ll think about it,” you pouted. “you spoil me.”

“you’re in pain,” he said, “the least i could do is give you something sweet.”

and your friends benefit from it, too, you wanted to say. you knew he’d make extra and deliver those to his friends. plus...even if you didn’t want a ton of sweets, you knew felix liked feeling useful. if not sweets, then you’d let him make dinner even though it was your night to cook. at the very least, you’d let him help. it made him happy, and seeing him happy always made you happier in return (and maybe it’d make you want to kiss that cute smile, too).

“baby?” he said, hot breath hitting your skin as he spoke in a lower voice. you could feel it rumble in his chest. “i love you.”

cuddling further into his warm embrace, you let out a blissful sigh. “i love you, too.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[puhpandas]

these two clips are something that stands out to me a ton with gregory. more specifically the first clip in monty golf

these are some of the or maybe the only times gregory whispers to you very vividly that isnt like the disconnected words in the background of all the others, and unlike the animatronics that you can hear in the AR world, you can still hear Gregory even with the mask off

the voice acting is VERY important for gregory in this dlc, and it’s obvious that he sounds unlike himself. the mimic portrays him as having a childish, high pitched enthusiastic voice unlike gregory’s actual voice we can hear in security breach which is more deep, determined, etc. this Gregory clip sounds serious and aware

i found it really interesting that more specifically in monty golf, he sounds a LOT like himself. like exactly like himself in security breach. same tone of voice, same pitch, everything. and i also find it interesting that they made this part unique with something gregory told you directly affecting the real world, with you purposely supposing to be surprised when the door is actually open like he said. this is also the first time this happens at all, and it HAS to be important that this was supposed to stand out and catch your attention to make you think and pay attention when gregory directly whispers to you again

this just makes me think that gregory, the REAL gregory, is trapped somewhere else entirely and we only hear the REAL Gregory once or twice in the dlc, but the times we do have a lot of hints, like theyre trying to tell us

this also lines up with the Fredbear cutout ending, with Gregory being glitchy and out of place in thispicture, next to helpi of all things (literally the only entity actually INSIDE a screen) (even if its save station helpy, that's still inside of a screen) and also saying "I found a spot to hide"

this is making me think Gregory isnt just trapped inside the AR world, but hes trapped inside a different realm entirely where he can only move around or be somewhere if hes inside of a screen, OR an item that glitches/is attached to the nodes

gregory has been associated with screens/something digital SO many times during ruin, that even before it came out it was noticable in the promos. this HAS to mean something

also also tied with the elevator ending, where intercom gregory is still using that fake tone of voice while the mimic is RIGHT outside, and his actions of cutting the elevator directly contradict his earlier actions of helping you escape. the mimic lured Cassie AGAIN to the elevator to try to kill her while the real Gregory is still stuck

[ascendingconures]

I WISH I had my own Michael to speak to me, I'm so jealous.

He's all yours anon.

Just a little note- These are Pre-Distortion Michael. I couldn't get usable results training on Michael Distortion due to the, well, distortion in the sample audio. So if you want Mikey D, you'll have to put the result audio in the something like audacity and distort the output audio from the model (aka add some echo, high pitched noise/static and mess around with high/lowpass filtering) Michael 1.0 is a model trained from the raw data of his lines from MAG 99. It has a lot of noise and a bit of speech slurring due to the cassette tape SFX. it has VERY good magnus-y results, but isnt good for something like singing. Michael 2.0 was trained using audio I heavily edited + the one blooper where his VA speaks without the cassette filter over it. it has the low end of his voice restored that the lowpass filter of the tape recorder destroyed. it makes him sound very different. it was also trained with feature extraction which sort of reconstructs his voice from scratched based on the "features" of it if that makes sense. its more likely to retain an accent when you feed it non accent data (though its super rare due to the nature of speech2speech). I still have mixed opinions on how this model turned out and it has more unstable results than 1.0

But yeah, TLDR, just download RVC, select input audio, select the model, and you can run this locally. its very lightweight and can run on a laptop from like 2014!

[unicornsaures]

talk. about whatever’s on your mind. aaaanything and everything just in case u needed an invitation to yap today 😻😻

taking this as a excuse to have a yap session about my nonhuman aus because there are SO. many things that are included for very specific reasons(mainly elf laurens cause its my main nonhuman au, but the divinity AU isnt exempt from secret meanings either >:3c) but i just never elaborate on any deeper meanings because technically theyre supposed to be up for interpretation but screw that things are included for very. very specific reasons

OKAY STARTING WITH ELF LAURENS !! Im starting off with his design itself because while its not necessarily a secret, his markings are extremely important to the story because obviously its a massive focus with the whole insecurity thing and attempting to scratch them off so!! In his early design it isnt included, but theres two things i added to either foreshadow things or that make more sense because certain things previously didnt have reasoning. For starters, his voice! I make it *very* clear that Laurens absolutely hates his voice - yknow, with that high pitched nonhuman growl? Theres a reason for that! In my AU, elves arent supposed to have markings on their throat; it fucks with their vocal chords. Yknow who does have a marking on their throat? Thats right, John does! So not only does he have 'two' voices, he also has a big reminder of that just straight in the middle of his throat - so rven if he didnt talk people would know why. Then theres the dots on his head. Thats foreshadowing. Cant tell you what its foreshadowing, but take that information how you will.

Also would like to elaborate on his relationship with Kinloch in the fic because no, Kinloch is not evil or bad or abusive. I try and make it clear that their relationship isnt necessarily healthy, but thats also not Kinloch's fault either way. Its Johns own inability to stabilize his emotions surrounding someone he cares about(ex. begging him to run away with him - when rejected, he runs away himself.) This is a massive mischaracterization of Laurens on my part but like I said in the fic itself, its just me projecting for 4k words. Oh, and he gets that scar on his lip when he's 20 in what i call a 'drinking accident.' Dont ask me to elaborate on that either, John is just a reckless drunk.

Obviously theres the whole art thing, but i think its pretty self explanatory on why hes drawing. I think i stated explicitly it was a coping device but if not i think thats obvious but i never elaborated on his medium of choice; graphite :3!! Its messy. Thats it. He uses the powdered graphite, which i think he would find it was a representation of process rather than product. The point of using graphite is the limited choice of color that only leaves an artist with shades. It also just goes with the theme of his art because idk, hes out here drawing the idea and/or image of death itself in a way its gorey but also gorgeous, so take that as you will.

Also I have had many yap sessions on why exactly John draws the gorey and grotesque but ill save you on insane details and simplify it down to; after his mothers death, he was naturally drawn to the beauty found within something so vile and horrifying.

Okay ive talked all too long aboute the elf laurens thing, so now the divinity AU! There isnt much meaning inside of this other than the very very clear toxic relationship between Alex and John; but its toxic for a reason. As dysfunctional as they may be, they are better of together than apart. Like mentioned in the fic itself, Alex was cruel to his devotees and followers before John came along. I wont go into specifics or anything, he was just cruel. John, on the other hand, was also cruel. Thats why hes a fallen angel, obviously. He fell due to others actions but the reason he followed this other person in the first place is because they were holding something he did over his head, threatening to tell higher deity's and whatnot. But instead, John is a fucking idiot and ended up doing what this person wanted which ultimately ended up in him falling and losing everything. Obviously, this leaves someone scarred because ill just say it, in this AU at least, falling from wherever they may be is not a painless experience.

In turn, he hasn't physically fallen anywhere, but there are physical signs and overall, you can tell by how they act. So, upon finding Alexander - a god, basically - the only other purpose he has in life is to peldge devotion to someone. Hes basically shunned from other angels, and so finding a deity to pledge devotion to is the only thing he can do. Their relationship is not at all healthy. Ive described it as a worshiped/worshiper dynamic because thats what it is. No matter if Alex views John as an equal, Laurens will always view alex as a higher being than he is and in short its a massive power imbalance with how willing John is to bend over backwards for him(ex. ripping off his wings ! Never happens, alex wont physically let him, but like i said, John is willing.) The only reason I say that they should stay together is that other deity's wouldnt stop him from doing this kind of thing. 'Offering your wings to prove your devotion? Yeah, hand em over.' is basically what would happen and it would be 10x more of a corrupted relationship than john and alex have. Alex keeps him in line basically, and John worships him like..well, like the god he is i guess.

Again, this AU is me majorly projecting so take it as you will. But Alex is also completely unaware to why John is a fallen angel anyway. Even being a god, he cant just see peoples sins. He only knows when someone has sinned.

"A shame Alexander may not know his transgressions, he’s sure he couldn't have done much wrong with how much of a pleasure he’s been."

Pulling out the quotes for this story because i personally think its just easier to explain things if its been read.

AND THE BIGGEST THING!!

John nods absentmindedly, leaning into the heat of his palms that make his face contort in a painful type of love.

Its mentioned a few times, but being touched by Alex at all brings physical pain. Mostly because he's not supposed to be touched by a higher being while being a fallen angel, but it also has something to do with the fact he 'swore on his ability to love to prove his devotion.' In short, John didnt think he had the ability to love, much less deserve it. So, being touched by one he fell for brings him physical pain because he shouldnt be supposed to! The love he spoke of when he exempted Alex from this was love a devotee has for their god, not love like as romantic love. Obviously, in a way, he broke his own promise. This is also why the pain goes away after alexander admits he loves him because at that point, 'his god' basically just excused the fact he broke his pledge by announcing any feelings he may have are returned. So yeah! Thats fun.

Anyway, that was my yap session. I talked for way too long uhm..oops! Im not normal about nonhumans :(

[subskz]

Tall girl anon back. Omg I’m not sure about the picture, it probably is but in my memory I feel like it was more visible, but then again memories can be wrong. And although being into the “masculinity” of body hair in certain places is one way of interpreting it, I don’t think it’s the masculinity part. I think it’s just the whole sort of naturalness(???) of it. Humans are animals and things like pubic and pit hair are signs of hormones and sexual maturity and the presence of it just seems very sexy in a “raw” sort of way that idk how to describe. Anyway….

So I need to get this thing off my chest somewhere and my friends probs don’t wanna hear it so imma do it here since we’re all horny on here anyway.

These memories keep coming back to me… I went to a concert at one point, not gonna say when or who, all that’s important to know is that it was a kpop boy group. And I had a sex dream immediately after. This legit never happened before. I’ve had sex dreams, but not after concerts. But anyway… I’d never noticed in videos, but onstage (I had great seats) one of the members was visibly smaller than everyone else, by a lot. I looked it up and the next shortest member was three inches taller than him (he’s 5’6”) and something about seeing this skinny, short, very attractive guy (especially in comparison to the rest of his members) snapped something in me. In the videos, you don’t really notice it but in real life…. Wow…Like, I need to have him. He is so small and for whatever reason that makes me want him even more. And I feel so weird for that very specific feeling but the memories keep coming back and I can’t get rid of it. I need to hug him, I need to pin him down, I bet I could pick up his tiny little body— he’s so skinny that I refuse to believe that he weighs more than me. And this feral urge consumes me. I want to hold his face in my hands and tell him he’s so pretty but I also want to see his face twisted in pleasure and gasping with his eyes rolling back. I want to hold his little hands in my larger ones in the most wholesome way possible and I also want to see how far my long fingers could wrap around his neck. I want to kiss him and love him and hold him and ruin him. Or even just have the most vanilla sex possible just as long as I could hear him moan with his pretty, high-pitched voice. I’m not gonna try getting myself off because tbh I don’t think that’ll be enough to fix this and as much as this feeling is frustrating, I’m not entirely sure I want it to go away. Anyways……

Sorry for the big rant. But if I don’t let this out it may consume me more than it already has.

hihi it’s good to see u again! if there really is a highqual pic of lix’s happy trail out there i hope we find it someday 🔎 i completely agree w you abt finding body hair “sexy in a raw way” that describes it perfectly! there’s nothing more attractive than humans in their most natural state, no makeup, unshaved, their natural scent etc ♡_♡ slight tangent here but when lino’s skin isnt covered w that awful pale smoothing filter and u can see his real complexion with all his little bumps n acne scars…..literally makes me drool

the way this concert awakened smth in you that u already thought had been awakened LOL it seems like it was quite the lifechanging experience 😽 he sounds so adorable 5’6” men are kinda the perfect size…plus him having an itty bitty frame on top of that so you could probably pick him up like he’s weightless and manhandle him if you wanted to…that’s the goal isn’t it <3 being able to eclipse a boy’s hands w your own and scoop him up in ur arms and hold him up against the wall, making him feel small, safe and helpless all at the same time

i hope ur brain stops tormenting you w these thoughts soon but i cant even blame u for being so hooked on it he sounds like a dream for ppl w size kinks ❤️‍🔥

[autoandro-meda]

already sent this to a couple of blogs that aint answered me yet, need someone to acknowledge and praise a bit. im so desperate to start my medical transition that i lifted a couple bottles of testosterone supplements from my local pharmacy. i hope it does something, anything for me. im hoping.

Hey anon. Kink gloves off im gonna talk to you real serious right now.

Ill just rip the bandaid off: that is not going to do what you want it to do (transition you). Testosterone supplements either do one of two things; decrease estrogen production on a very small level/ridiculously high dosage, or increase existing hormone production. Unfortunately, since we typically dont produce testosterone already, taking a t supplement does not work akin to hrt. Im sorry to tell you.

I was barred from HRT for a good while due to my families rejection of it, my healthcare not covering it, and only having 4 clinics in the state that would actually treat me (despite having branches all over the state.) It was miserable, i was misgendered everyday and mostly gave up on binding or doing anything. Anon if youre not doing good right now doing risky things out of desparation isnt going to help you. At best youll stressed yourself over something you now have to hide and at worst you get caught.

I do not know your situation but here are some broad things i can suggest to hopefully try and help you out/relieve any amount of dysphoria:

-im not sure if youre in the states and if so where but plannedparenthood is the usually referenced for a reason. I got to my HRT appointment and had no insurance and not enough money. So they lied about some stuff to get my fees waived. If it is legal where you are at least google you locations treatment pages/insurance options.

-there are simple forms of voice training you can do that do help lift spirits a bit. Im sure theres tons on youtube but my usual practice was cycling through specific syllables at the lowest pitch i could possible for a bit. So like, for the duration of a shower id be prattling off strings of noises like "Beng Bong, Heng Hong, Seng Song.." or "ka-ku-ki-ka-ku-ke-ka, ha-hu-hi-ha-hu-he-ha" trying tk do it in routine. You can laugh, i hope its funny.

-im not saying go hyperdrive workout routine but if you have the ability to be a bit more active some how i suggest it. I took a hour walk most days before i could start transitioning and it didnt change much but it made me feel more confortable.

-if working out is something you would wanna look into theres a ton of options for high protein foods/drinks that do help with muscle development (i used to be more into em when i started my transition.) Check if theres a place by you that does whey protein smoothies im so goddamn serious they taste so good and are the main reason i have Something Resembling Biceps

-i am behind a screen. I have a sort of idea of how i come off to my followers but take it from me i am 1 year into my hormones and its not been a very massive change at all. I look almost the same in my comparison pics, i hardly have facial hair, you realize quickly this is gonna take time. Which i mention as to say your transition will always be waiting for you and while right now it may seem out of reach or impossible i promise that will someday change.

-tip from me: dont shit where you eat. If youre gonna shoplift dont go to a pharmacy thats local to you, try to go somewheres you dont frequent. But for real stop stealing dick pills bro.

-i am taking this ask in good faith because i dont want to potentially shut this anon out, but if this is a troll or copypasta youre a piece of shit.

-if not, sorry about above, i hope you know you have a place with trans men who would love to support you in this difficult process because we know. Its alright.

-you gotta keep trying. With love.

[pandoraslxna]

OMFG LUNA DILF TEYAM IS MAKING ME GO CRAY CRAY, like imagine if he gets all busy being olo'eyktan, knowing his people and discovering places w his ikran, like yeah most of the time he would beg you to go with him cuz he so clingy and shi makin u cream on his cock whenever he got a chance, but then it all changes when sum rlly serious happens then he got full on focused on his role and barely coming home at nights that u feel neglected clenching ur thighs together hoping he gets home already but it never happens. You were suffering like full on teary shaking whinning toe curling cz its been so fucking longggg, then he comes home to u as u welcome him with open legs,(pretend he cant smell ur arousal) you wanted to act normal so bad bcs u respect that his tired af bearing the burdens of being olo'eyktan and you secretly like the pain of being neglected with ur clit throbbing everytime u see him imaging his face in between ur legs and other horny shi then when he starts to adjust he notices the sudden behavior, the breathy whines, the high pitched voice, the shaky seductive tone, and your eyes always lingering on his body, lips, thighs just full on cheking him out randomly with blown out pupils, he didnt even knew you were that horny panting like a dog drooling all over urself whenever he comes to mind cz u always looked so cool and denying all the alligations w ur pretend confidence, his ego goes brrr then full on dominates you brahhhh, like rubbing his knee on ur clothed core w ur wrist tied up with the ropes of his loincloth that he yanked minutes ago so he could have u like this, AND BRO U CRYYYY cuz who wouldnt? At first u were resisting cz you've always been known to give than to receive, telling him u could blow him or fuck ur tits on him so he could satiate his arousal but he insist, praising u through all of it but at the same time punishing u for being bratty and not telling him sooner, if ur that desprate for a crumb of dick he'd be honored to give his pretty little wife a good dicking down<3 Isnt the olo'eyktan so sweet helping his neglected wife out? -🩲 (my emoji now)

I see the vision bae say no more 🤚🏻😩

I‘m actually writing on a breeding kink fic that’s very similar to this hehe

[desiresign]

hi! I hope this isnt super random or anything LOL but i just wanted to say that i really like your touhou characters. i was wondering if akane has any lore, her design is soo cute it'd be awesome to hear like a backstory for her or something

omg hi!!!!!! thank you !!! thank you so much!! akane is my favorite of my touhou ocs so im always happy when someone loves her...shes my precious manatee...

originally i made her up based on a silly joke tweet i saw about sailors seeing manatees and thinking they were mermaids, and then it became Not a Joke

here is basiclaly her whole little profile of information i wrote:

Akane Kawase is a manatee mermaid who lives in the Misty Lake. She often attempts to trade goods found in the lake such as seaweed and interesting stones with passerby, be they human or youkai. She is bold and proud, and can easily find herself squeezing into a conversation with a stranger.

Despite this, Akane is quite lonely. She doesn’t have any friends due to being unable to connect with others outside of a surface-level understanding. She also is envious of others, especially those who she sees as being happier than her. She has no concept of hiding her emotions and it is very easy to see when she is displeased. She is self conscious of herself and as such shuts herself away from others, resulting in a lack of bonds.

Akane likes to dress herself with frilly clothing. She enjoys the way it looks when she swims underwater. In addition, she often dresses warmly as she gets cold easily. She sometimes fancies herself up with a bracelet or necklace handmade from precious stones she has found or traded. 

Akane, while her height is influenced by having a tail instead of legs, is taller than the average person. She has freckles on her face, arms, and tail. She doesn’t actively swim much, simply floating along calmly. She also has a high pitched voice. Akane is vegetarian. Like most residents of Gensokyo, she has the ability to fly, however she doesn’t do this due to her fear of heights. Also, with her self consciousness she feels she looks ridiculous when trying to regardless.

Akane does have one friend however, and that is Captain Minamitsu Murasa. They met due to Murasa attempting to drown a fisherman at the Misty Lake, which Akane intercepted and confronted her about. The two argued for a bit, but it was Akane who enjoyed Murasa’s boldness in talking back at her. Afterwards, Akane told Murasa to meet with her instead of trying to drown people.

The two began to talk more, with Murasa opening up about her days in Former Hell, and her current lifestyle at Myouren Temple. Akane was fascinated by Murasa’s life, though the feelings were mixed with jealousy. She longed for a lifestyle surrounded by those she trusted through literal Hell. As Murasa and Akane swapped stories, hung out, and even met Murasa’s friends, a feeling known as love began to blossom in Akane’s heart.

so yeaaah shes like the silly and also a little oc x canon to spice up your day ^_^ and also agai this ask makes me go WAAAAAAUGH like omg what.the waht

[treetownconfessions]

list of facts about flippy and fliqpy that most of you probably didnt know about ^_^

1. its a popular misconception that flippy is purple.. this isnt true hes green!!

2. warren graff confirmed in an old interview that flippy has ptsd ^_^ it stands for post traumatic stress disorder which is abbreviated as ptsd ^_^ ^_^ that stands for post traumatic stress disorder but its usually abbreviated as ptsd ^_^ post traumati

4. despite his limited appearances in the show flippy is shown napping 3 different times. but sleeping means he could see fliqpy in his dreams and get killed. is he stupid?

6. flippy doesnt like loud noises he gets annoyed pretty quickly ^____^ sensitive ears

7. fliqpy can drive a helicopter and a tank and a car but he isnt very safe about it. please be safe on the road or in the air guys and buckle up!!!!

8. fliqpy weeps over the thought of flippy in his helicopter. but he tried to kill flippy earlier and likely hates him. is he stupid?

9. flippys voice is very soft and high pitched despite being a guy. this is because hes transmasc and takes testoste

10. flippy isnt actually purples hes green!! no purples

11. if you held flippys hand it would be very soft. this is because hes covered in fur and not double layers of skin ^_^; unfortunately

.

[transformersrescuebots]

Oh hold up uhm oh god its april 3rd ok ok its still the second for like americans and shit thats close enough to April fools right? Uhm blades is actually heterosexual and he was just very close friends with bumblebee 😢 sorry. Even tho yknow they werent even close friends cause bumblebee would just bugger off for years at a time but actually ur like. homophobic if you think blades is gay for some reason? hes just a fem straight robot alien thing even though hes not fem??? his voice actor just has a high pitched voice but the character isnt fem except for that one time he was really into dresses but are you really considering that when you make this weird heterosexuality argument. uhm that i am making! hes straight according to me and im always right forever and ever and ever want to know why? because im actually a millenial and were the smartest and so my weird assumptions youre homophobic actually for being queer and seeing yourself in a queercoded character are right. HAHA i gotchu april fools...yall. wasnt that funny. What do you think about the situation, Heatwave?

[supersharkgentlemen]

yes flintley is literally so much fun

i know the exact fic you mean too

i know i started thinking about it more because of Percy Take the Wheel which is probably why i always tend to view it as starting from a crush on Marcus' side

Thanks for the ask! <333 You wouldnt believe how much joy this ask brought to me!!

Yeah! I read pttw too and it was so! Cool! Percy being teen mom and teenager staying on top of his classes! It was being portrayed so realistically! Weasleys shortcomings and all that! But we're not here to discuss pttw in broader light, right?)

Marcuss crush on percy is so endearing, oh my gosh, i just cant..! It was said in this fic that penny is not in a relationship w percy cuz of his newly aquired children, and for a 17 yo its fair. And then theres marcus)))

And that scene at the quidditch pitch where percy connected the dots! Oh my lawd, i squeled! It was the first time a fic made me run around, chanting in high pitched voice some gibberish! It is delightful!

It is a pity this fic seems to be discontinued and right at the saucy cliffhanger! I felt so bad for marcus (and for percy) when the redhead decided to use slytherins crush. The author said that marcus isnt any real romantic interest for percy, but the sweet cliche of falling in love w someone youre pretending to date! And how marcus would react when it would be revealed! Ahh~

If percys got no romantic feelings for marcus and the truth gets revealed, i hope that they can still be friends.

And tbh, marcus being so... soft (??) towards percy at the pitch scene... Tbh i concidered it was kinda ooc for marcus to act like that. I dunno, i just pictured flint being all up against wood, raised voices and all that, but then just turn around and in a quiter, almost cautious tone seek percys approvement. Maybe im reading into it too much or its my own headcanons come out in play, i just... meh. Dont vibe w that moment.

Overall, it was a very pleasant reading expirience! And also, there are other fics w marcus pining that i enjoy! I want to propose for everyone to gather the links in replies to this post? Your fave percy x marcus fics, people!