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weird-is-life · 3 days
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pregnant reader and Spencer fic where he makes her cry on accident 😭😭
Hii lovely, ty for the request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kisses, like one swear word, reader cries (not because of something bad tho, it's cute), use of pet names (0.6k)
Spencer is running late at least later than he'd told you he would be and he can't stress it more. You've been home alone almost the whole day, and Spencer knows you are probably more than lonely.
But even if he's already late Spencer makes one more stop to get some groceries before heading home to you.
When he finally arrives home, he can't stop apologising as you greet him by the door, the baby bump very visible underneath one of his sweaters.
"Hi sweetheart, I'm so sorry I'm late there was a problem we needed to deal with," Spencer apologises and kisses your cheek.
"It's okay, Spence," you say into his shirt, already hugging him tightly, "I missed you a lot though."
Spencer looks at you like he always does with a too loving smile, "I missed you two, too."
Spencer ushers you towards the couch, he doesn't want you to be standing for too long 'cause he knows your feet would hurt, and also because he intends to cuddle you as much as possible there.
He quickly unpacks the groceries, and remembers the snacks he's bought for you. What he doesn't know is that you've been craving exactly the same snack he's bought the entire day.
"Here I got you these sweetheart," Spencer gives the snacks to you and rushes to the bedroom to change into something much more comfortable than the suit.
You stay still, your eyes filling up with tears as you hold the snacks in your hands.
When he comes back to you, he finds you eating the snacks while the tears run down by your cheeks.
"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong?" Spencer immediately sits next to you, and starts to wipe the tears away.
"I just....-" you start with small hiccup, "I just love you so much."
A warm chuckle escapes Spencer's mouth, before he's back to comforting you. He's read every single book there's on pregnancy, so he knows how tough it is with the changes of hormones.
"Oh, baby, I love you too is that why you're crying, huh? Or is it something else? Maybe me being late?" He really hope it isn't the latter.
"N-no, I just-... I just really wanted these snacks all day, Spence," you tell him as another set of tears escapes from your eyes, "a-and they are too good."
"Oh sweetheart, if I knew you wanted them so badly i would have bought more," Spencer tells you with a sympathetic smile.
He understands it can be a lot for you from time to time, even if it's something as simple as craving some snack, so he let's you eat your snacks while he wipes away the tears. He does that until the snacks are gone along with the tears.
You look just unhappy about finishing the snacks as you did minutes ago eating them. You give him a puppy eyes, and Spencer is up on his legs before you can even say his name.
"Spencer...?"
"Don't worry, lovely. I got it, I'll buy you more than enough," Spencer quickly gives you a kiss, and goes to put on his shoes, car keys already in his hand.
"Spence?"
"Yes?" he looks back at you so fucking lovingly completely unbothered about the fact that he has to go to the shop again that you think you might start crying again (Spencer loves you so much that it happens a lot, you crying about how much you love him).
"Of course, but only if you really want to. I don't mind going alone."
"I want to," you say enthusiasticly. That is all Spencer needs to take your shoes, and go back to you. He puts the shoes on for you, kisses your bump, and helps you get up.
"C'mon, sweetheart. I'll get you anything you want if you tell me about your day, " Spencer happily listens to you chatter about everything that crossed your mind through the day.
You and Spencer leave the shop with way too many snacks, but it's okay because you're happy as one can be and that's all Spencer needs, okay maybe the cuddles too.
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chosoisamalewife · 2 days
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* Sees the angst tag in the masterlist * me: 😈
I request the finest dish of Sukuna and Male reader, with the drink being Angst. Sukuna had kept his Male servant around in the heian era and began to have a soft spot for him. But when he found a servant's dead body, he began to go mad. Now, the rest is up to you.
Sukuna x male!reader
A/N : I am a big angst lover so the moment I saw this request I squealed and instantly started writing
A/N : I gotten inspiration from the last of us opening for the death scene. Also Sukuna and reader had a special thing 😉😉 ALSO SUKUNA IS HEAVILY OOC
Sukuna wasn’t a kind man,well he wasn’t a man to begin with, he was a curse object that hated basically everything. He wasn’t kind at all, he was rough and mean. He was one thing that has zero weakness or so he thought. There was you he never understood why he adored you so much. You were a pesky human to him, a mere servant of his. However he couldn’t help but to be soft and patient with you. He felt pathetic every time he saw you smile, every time he saw your eyes and skin glowing in the sun light. The way you looked at everything with kind eyes, even him, a monstrous being. The way you trace the patterns all over his body, your fingertips grazing his skin gently like he was fragile glass as your soothing voice spoke. Oh your voice was something he could listen to always, it was one of a kind to him. He hated it but oh he couldn’t tell you to stop. You were a weakness to him and he hated, he hated everything about it, yet he couldn’t get rid of you.
He has even tried to, there has been many times he has thought about killing you. He has pictured it many times and many different ways, sometimes they come out of the blue. The other times is when you are sleeping peacefully next to him, his eyes starring at your resting face trailing them down looking at all the marks from him. He couldn’t help but to imagine ripping your heart out right then and there, doing the same thing you have done to him, making you feel the same pain.
You didn’t understand it either why he was so gentle to you. When you first became his servant he treated you like the other. He was cold and ruthless to you, the only person you saw he even remotely nice to was uruame. The first time that you saw something different from was when you bumped into by accident. The force of him basically knocked the breath out of your lungs. You just stared up at him with fear as he just stared down at you. You gotten on your knees "I'm sorry King. I must have been distracted I didn't see you." Your voice shook with fear. He reached one of his hands down offering it to you. You looked at him confused
"Are you gonna take it or what?" He asked without any emotion or tone to his voice. You put your hand in his helping you raise up. From there you saw him slowly began to soften. He knew the track you walked in the castle so he eventually start to intercept that track. He knew you liked to paint so he start to let you go outside to do that with his "supervision" of course. You had a favorite spot too, it was under a tree surrounded by flowers, so he had other servant set up a area for you there. He stood out there with you for the most of it he wanted to make sure you didn't run away. But that was just an excuse. He stood out there because of how peacefully you looked. He liked how you looked when you concentrate, he liked how your strong hands look holding the brush. He also did it to make sure that no one would disturb you.
One thing he hated more than how gentle you were, was the way you looked when you cry. Sukuna wasn’t a patient being which caused a lot of fights between the two of y’all. Sukuna never felt the need to apologize to anyone or anything but with you he just couldn’t help it. He felt the need to apologize especially after a bad one. Such as the recent one, he was sitting on his throne thinking of the way your eyes filled with tear before you stormed off. The way you yelled “If you are so tired of me then kill me! Do it already!”
He decided to ask uraume to make your favorite dishes as a act of him apologizing to you. When he brought the food up to your door. He could hear sniffling. He thought your were still upset so he put the tray on the floor and knocked gently on your door. "Y/N, I know you're probably still upset but here is some food. " That’s when he heard you say his name but it wasn't normal. It was odd like you were hurt. He opened the door to find you bleeding on the floor.
He ran to your body lying on the ground, the was a big gash from your chest to your torso. “Y/N, going to be okay.” He took you in his arms trying to pick you up which caused you to scream in pain. “ I know, I know but you have to let me. I have to get you help.” He tried again, your nails were digging into his skin as you screamed. “I know baby, I know.” Baby was a nickname that he has never used until now, it was always brat. He stood up half way before the grip you had on him let go and everything went silent. Your body fell limp in his arms. “Y/N” He sat down on the ground with your body cradle in his arms. He sat there just staring at the opened window. If he wasn’t late he could’ve caught that person, the thing that killed you. Or he could've killed it before it hurt you. The thing that took you from him. He’s going to hunt them but he doesn’t want to kill them. No, killing them would be to humane. He wants to torture them until their body can’t take it and give up.
He sits there for hours in the the silence of what use to be your lively room. What once was a room filled with laughter, talking, and other noises is now a room with nothing. The sound of the door opening interrupted his thought. He turned his head looking at the intruder, it was another servant. “My kin-“ the servant wasn’t even able to get the full word out before a slash went through his body. Uraume eventually came the fetch the body before leaving sukuna alone again. It began a repeated process of servants intruding to only be killed in a second
This went on for 3 days, your body started to decay but he didn’t move. He stayed there not caring about the decay or the smell. “Sukuna” Uraume opened the door gently. He stared at them with a look in his eyes that they have never seen before. Was it heartbreak, anger, madness that he didn’t want to let out. Simply because he didn’t want to disturb your resting body.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He barked at them. They crouch in front of him leaving your body in between them.
“Sukuna, I think we should give him a proper burial. He doesn’t deserve to rot here.” He sat there for a second considering it. "Please" They pleaded with him hoping to get in his mind. He nodded slowly. "Where do you want to bury him"
"I know a place." Sukuna and Uraume put you in beautiful clothing before burying you along with your paint and brushes. Your favorite place became your resting place, under the tree surrounded by flowers.
For hours the quiet castle became home to thunderous yells the sound of things being thrown. No one even dared to ask Sukuna if he was okay, it was clear to what would happen. They would become like those painting of yours that he has ripped up. Those gorgeous painted vases shattered on the floor, he didn't care about the glass stabbing his feet. Everything reminded you of him and he wanted it all gone, it all destroyed and dead just like you. Sukuna's madness went as far as killing every other servant that met you. They knew that you were a weakness to him and he couldn't let them live. He made sure that only him and Uraume remembered you.
Over the course of centuries you began to fade into the back of his mind, a place that he will never tap back into. Those memories no longer had the same effect on him. They didn’t make him soft like they use to. They made him angry, viewing them as a time that he was weak. He even forgot that he was on a hunt looking for the person or curse that killed you. If anything he now wishes it was him that did it. He sees you as having a victory over him simply because he couldn't. You were his biggest regret and now you exist forvever in the back in his mind. You were like a thorn in his foot that he can never get out. No matter how much it annoyed him, it will always be there so he learned to ignore it.
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VALENTINO X DAUGHTER READER
PART 2 (part 1)
Summary: Being Valentino's daughter, you should be used to this, right? You should know him, right? But you really don't.
Genre: Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological
Note: Val is referred to as Daddy throughout, Readers age is not specified
HUGE WARNING: RAPE! PHYSICAL ABUSE! NON-CON! MANIPULATION!
Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Incest, sexual themes, contracts, manipulation, Val is an asshole, Val is a pshyco, Biting, no foreplay, yelling, threats, talk of breeding, virginity taken, naive reader,
Let me know if I missed any!!
(I do not condone any actions of Valentino in this piece of fiction)
NOT PROOF READ (I spent way to long writing this leave me alone :,))
After that shoot, Daddy had taken you to a lot of his shoots. His goal in his words is to “Get you accustomed to Daddy’s working environment,” you never know why exactly he wants you to get accustomed, but you assume it's so then you can hang out comfortably in Daddy’s studio. You don't mind it, obviously. Despite the inappropriate activities that go on you enjoy spending that time with Daddy. 
Though something you notice is how every shoot you go to, Daddy appears more deranged and.. ‘regal’. He acts more powerful towards his employees, they seem frightened, intimidated by his demeanor. You don't like it, not one bit. Every single shoot he gets worse, and somehow he pulls you closer.
That first instance of his questions wasn't the last, either. But it feels so normal, and you hate it.
But do you really? 
Daddy makes you question it every single day. He doesn't take you to all of his shoots, but it's become enough that you feel normal when he nibbles on your ear and asks if you like what you’re watching. And every single time you answer the same way, ‘Yes daddy, I love it,’ or  just a simple ‘yes’. Though you don't understand what's happening for most of it. It all feels so odd, so different, yet normal. 
One day when you didn't accompany Daddy to his shoot, you instead hung out with Vox for the entire day. 
Vox is also different to you. You don't often hang out with him- or at least not as much as Velvette. He's cool, and he's also beloved by many. Just walking through the office with him made you feel like you were being watched, judged, scorned by many. But Vox makes it clear that just being with him makes people adore you. 
You’ve never been an official member of the Vees, more of an honorary member that doesn't really do anything but be treated. And at first, that label fit. You enjoyed being treated. 
But now you just feel like a puppy following its master. No matter who you’re with in the Vees. You feel like a dog, like a pet, like an object. 
You never go out alone. You don't know why, any time you’ve brought up the idea Daddy detailed that if you were alone anywhere someone would hurt you. But more and more you’ve been craving it. That individuality from your family, or daddy. 
One day, perhaps. Perhaps you could go out in the world without your leash, without an owner with you. You could be individual, be different. People could know you, not as ‘Valentino’s daughter,’ but as-
“Baby, have you picked an outfit yet?” 
Daddy snaps you from your daze, you realize this entire time you’ve been thinking. Daydreaming. Ruminating. But you have picked an outfit, at the very least. It's a very cute skirt and sweater combo, a red heart pattern across both garments. Though the skirt is a bit short for your comfort, you remember Daddy complimenting the skirt earlier. And you’d like to make him happy. 
“Yes Daddy! Sorry,” You say, running from your bedroom to where Daddy is adjusting his coat. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head in dismissal as he looks over at the outfit you wear. He squints his eyes, making an audible hum before leaning down to your level. “How about we make it sexier?” Daddy asks, pinching your cheek between his claws. 
“I guess, what were you thinking?” Daddy chuckles again at your words, slightly darker in tone than you’re used to. 
Daddy takes a long cigarette in his hand, seemingly appearing from thin air as he holds it in his hand. He then lights it quickly with a lighter that also seems to appear from thin air. The smoke is pink, a familiar pink that draws you in and makes you dizzy.
“I was thinking,” Daddy pulls his hand across the cigarette, before tilting his hand towards your bare legs. In a quick moment the smoke glows and envelops your legs, tickling up your legs to your crotch where it stops; and before you can even ask what he's doing the smoke disappears, a pair of black fishnet stockings where the smoke once was. “Something like this,” 
You look down, immediately feeling exposed. You’d never wore anything like this before, and with the skirt it feels even more dirty. 
“I-I don't know Daddy, it seems kind of expo-”
Daddy leans down, placing two hands on your shoulders and the others on your waist. You sometimes forget that Daddy has four arms. It's so normal that you forget that you only have two of them. 
“Oh c’mon baby, I’m not raising a prude, am I?” 
You gulp, trying to look away, but Daddy immediately uses one of the hands on your shoulders to tilt your head back to him. Though his eyes are soft. He's just helping you, yeah. He's just trying to make you feel more comfortable. 
“Am I?” He asks again, leaning closer to your small frame. 
“N-No Dad- Daddy.. I'll wear it,” You assure, placing your hand against his fluffy cuff. Daddy hums, not really saying anything nor moving, however. It's odd, he just looks at you, a grin on his features. 
In a flash, Daddy places a long kiss against your forehead, pulling away and uttering “Good girl,” Then he turns around, placing a lower arm around your waist as you both walk to the door. 
For a good moment, you’re both in silence again, going down floors to the studio you are filming in today. You don't mind being in silence with Daddy, especially if he's touching you so softly like he is now. He seems to be thinking about something, probably about the shoot, or about Angel, or Vox. 
And then the silence breaks. 
“You know,” Daddy purrs, voice low and raspy. He moves a languid hand to your hair, tangling his fingers into the mop and tilting your head up. He leans down. “You’re such a good girl for me,” you flush, feeling one of his hands caress the side of your cheek. 
“Th-thank-”
“You could make us so much money if I didn't want you all to myself~” Daddy rasps, pulling his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag, blowing it into your face. You mumble, “Wh-what..?” You feel dizzy, veins on fire and legs weak. 
“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, Mi Amor..” Daddy chuckles beneath his breath, leaning so close you can taste his sweet breath on your own. Closer, closer. You can feel his tongue against your lip. What's happening, you can think straight. That smoke has made you dizzy. 
Why is Daddy so close, why is he about to kiss you? Why is he pushing his tongue into your mouth, why are his lips tightly against your own. Why are you moaning, why is he pulling on your hair. It's like he's sucking the life out of you. You can't get enough. Don't stop. 
His tongue and your own intertwine, a lascivious taboo in the air. He groans deeply, an evil in his voice. How long have you been doing this for? Why haven't the elevator doors opened? What is happening? 
Before you can blink, his lips are away and you are both stepping out of the elevator onto the studio floor like nothing happened. 
“Daddy, what-” 
“What's up, baby?” 
You pause, unsure of yourself even. 
“I-I don't know..” 
“Odd, maybe you should get that checked out,” Daddy laughs. 
Maybe you are just delusional.
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You'd been shooting all day. Every time you look at the clock another hour has passed it seems. Now you'd been shooting for about.. 
13 hours. Straight. 
The sets had changed, the actors had changed, the only thing that doesn't change is Angel dust. He's there, he has the star role in every single shoot. It's odd, really. You don't know why Daddy doesn't try other stars, just Angel. He looks so tired, and you are to. Daddy had gotten you food and drinks whenever you request, but it looks as though he's not treating angel with that same kindness. 
You want to talk to Angel, ask him what's going on, maybe sneak him some food. But you don't. 
You're a coward. 
But you don't want to be. Maybe you can be better. It's not like Daddy will be shooting for much longer. 
“What's this one, Daddy?” You ask, holding an iced coffee Daddy ordered Kitty to get for you after you said you were tired. Really you were hoping if you said you were tired, Daddy would end the shoot and take you home. But instead, of course he gave you a coffee, kisses your forehead, and kept doing the shoot. 
“This scene is Angel doing a bunch of guys because he doesn't have any money to pay for his pizza, part 4,” 
“Part 4?” You question, squinting your eyes. Daddy nods, wrapping an arm around your waist as he takes a sip from your iced coffee. “Well in this part the Pizza man is bringing all his friends to teach angel a lesson.” Daddy utters, looking towards the dressing room where Angel currently is getting ready. The set is already set up, the only thing missing being the actors.
“I don't know..” You say, looking over at the door where Angel is emerging in a sexy pink lingerie set. “Doesn't he look like he's been taught enough lessons?” You ask, gesturing towards the spent looking Angel Dust.
“Oh baby,” Daddy purrs, placing a hand on your fishnet clad thigh. “No such thing as enough lessons, you know this,” You nod, looking over at Angel again as he talks to one of the other actors. 
“I just-” 
“Baby,” 
You look up at Daddy, or rather he makes you as he places a hand on your chin. His eyes are once again glowing a deep pink behind those glasses of his, darkening when they bore into your own. You shiver, the proximity making you dizzy as it did before. 
“Don't question me,” 
You gulp down saliva painfully. 
“Y-yes Daddy, m’ sorry Daddy.” 
“Good girl,” 
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The shoot ends up lasting for another 2 hours before you ask Daddy if you can step out for a bit to ‘Get off’. Daddy of course let you do so, which you knew he would. You think he likes the idea of you enjoying his work that much, but you could never be sure. 
What he doesn't know, and what you were anxious to do is that you snuck into Angels dressing room. You want to talk to him, more than anything. You don't know why, you want to know why so badly however. Your plan is to catch him next time he comes in the change his clothes, and you can ask him all the questions on your mind. 
The biggest one is if Daddy is always like this to him, and why he is. Does Daddy hurt Angel? You don't think so, but the idea becomes more possible with every minute. 
Angels dressing room is interesting. There's wigs, clothes, and a nice plush couch that you plan to sit on. Theres pretty pink glows filling the entire room as well, making the room fell rather warm and comfortable.
You make your way towards the couch, marveling in the pretty light pink accents and the cute heart shaped pillow. You wonder why there's a couch, anyway. It's not like you've ever seen Daddy let angel rest, let alone sit down. But you digress, settling for sitting in the corner of the couch with the pillow on your lap. 
And then you look up. 
It's one of Vox’s cameras, looking directly at you. 
What were you thinking? Fuck, why did you even do this? Vox is going to tell Daddy, and Daddy is going to come in and get you so you can't ask Angel any questions! You should have hid, not sat out in the wide open! Your heart is racing, your breath is short. You’re about to pass out. This anxiety, why is it so heavy? Daddy would never hurt you 
“”Don't question me”” 
Fuck. 
Maybe if you hide, Daddy will think Vox is just kidding. Oh what are you saying? Daddy knows you, he’ll know just what you’re doing. 
You look over at the camera once more, before settling your eyes on the door. You’re just going to have to endure the inevitable, you just have to. There's nothing you can do. You've fucked it.
I can only blame myself. 
The door is open in a slam, the mirror next to the window shattering on the impact. It's Daddy he's angry, fuming, furious. He closes the door behind him and locks it faster than you can blink, and you realize he's not wearing his coat anymore. His wings are fluffed in anger, and worst of all it's all directed at you. 
You stand, walking towards him.
“D-Daddy.. I'm so sorry I didn't mean- I'm just-” 
Daddy throws a hand against your neck, pushing you towards the corner next to the couch with a ‘SLAM’. you cry out in pain and fright, dangling from the floor so your eyes are at his level. 
“What makes you think you can just go doing whatever you want?! You think you can be more powerful than me?” Daddy's hand tightens around your neck. Not so tight you can't breath, however.
“No- I,” 
“You’re fucking powerless! You think you can tell me how I treat my employees?! You’re nothing but my idiot daughter who seems to have forgotten her place,” 
“That's not what I was d-doing I was just going-”
Daddy throws you by your neck to the couch, lunging onto you like a predator. 
“You were just going to ask Angel if he was okay? Gonna see if he was having any fun?” Daddy hisses, taking the your hands when they try to push him off and pushing them above your head. 
“News flash, baby. He isn't. And that doesn't fucking matter, that bitch makes me money and that's all I care- I own him. 
“Daddy you cant-” 
“You really think you can help Angel? This is hell, you only care about your family and your friends, nobody else. Especially not fucking whores like him,” 
You sob, tears making your eyes sting. 
“You think you can protect him? Can protect anyone?” 
You shake your head, Daddy’s lower arms holding your thighs down against your body, making it hard for you to move. 
“This isn't right! You c-cant just hurt people-” 
“I can do whatever the fuck I want with him- I own him. Just like I own you..” Daddy growls, stroking a hand against your cheek.
You look at Daddy, confusion in your teary eyes. 
“Wh-what?” 
“I was the one that got you killed, the reason you’re down here. It's all for your own good. You signed the contract, Baby,” 
You flinch when Daddy strengthens his grip on your wrists. 
“The contract? I thought that was so I could live with you- I don't-” 
“Learn how to read contracts, baby,” Daddy growls, moving his hand from your cheek so he can summon the golden contract, holding it above your eyes so you can read it. 
And he's right. 
‘This contact also give Valentino complete ownership of your soul, your body, and your being. Valentino may use you for anything he pleases, no matter what it does to you.’ 
You cry out, tears burning your cheeks as they fall. 
“How could you do this to me, Daddy?! You’re supposed to protect me-” 
“It's so I don't have to share you with any of these fucking assholes in hell, I can have you all to myself. This contract does keep you safe,”
You whine out in pain as Daddy's claws dig into your thighs. 
“I dont-” 
Daddy forces his large hand around your throat again, cutting off your words. 
“I do what I need to get what I want, if I what I want is to own my daughter so she won't ever fuck anyone but me, I'll do it. If I want to beat my employees when they fuck up, I can. And if I want to hold you down against your will and Fuck you into obidence, I will take that fucking virginity and tear it up just like your mother's!!” 
Daddy growls.
“Fuck me? Dad I'm so confused-” 
“That's right, little slut. I was planning on going slow with you on this but I am so fucking done with letting you off the hook. I spend way to much of my fucking money on your pretty ass to not get what I want out of it-” 
“Dad- I thought you-” 
“You thought wrong, little baby. Now lay back and take it like a fucking champ or I'll make you.” 
“No! You can't! Stop-” 
“No one's saving you,” Daddy growls, tearing your panties apart like they are made out of paper. 
“Scream and cry all you like, I will make you understand that this behavior is not fucking getting past me! You will fucking learn!” 
You sob. 
“Y-yes Daddy..” 
“Good.” 
This picture is so different to the Daddy you once knew. All this time, was Daddy just this cruel man? Where had you gone wrong? Why couldn't you just stay silent? This is your fault. He isn't just playing. You thought he was, but this is all to real to be playing. 
“P-please stop..” You whimper, legs shaking as Daddy pries your legs apart to reveal the wetness of your pussy. Daddy chuckles. “Oh baby, we’re far past begging.. you should have thought of that beforr you kept fucking fighting me-” 
Daddy laughs again, pressing a finger against your clit. 
“Now should I be nice to you, give you a little foreplay, or do you wanna keep being a little bitch and I'll just have to fuck you no prep?” 
You cry, sniffling as you shake your head. 
“FINE! No prep it is then! I'll just fucking force my way into that ungrateful cunt!” Daddy growls flipping you around so your ass is in the air and your head is pressed into the couch cushion. 
“You’re so fucking lucky I love you, or you would be torn to fucking shreds.” Daddy places two hands either side of your head, the other fumbling with his belt. You hate that sound as much as you love it. Why do you kind of like this? The anticipation is as awful as it is exciting. There must be something else wrong with you. 
“D-daddy.. please be gentle..” 
“You think you deserve that?” Daddy asks, nibbling your ear as you hear his belt discarded across the room. Next is the zipper. “Be honest, Baby,” 
You cry, “No..” 
“Good girl, stay still for me.” 
Already? Stay still? No. Stop. You want him to stop, you do, you promise. You’ll be good just- 
The whole entire length of Daddy's cock is shoved in you in one go, forcefully and painfully. You see red, you scream, you wail. And he doesn't give you time to adjust either, holding you down by your shoulders and hips as he takes away your virginity. 
Every thrust hurts, every thrust make you scream, but you can't do anything to stop it. 
“Oh baby, you feel so fucking good on my cock- how did I even control myself?” Daddy growls, dragging his pink tongue across your neck. You feel his saliva wetten your skin. 
“Daddy..” 
Daddy’s thrusts speed up, uncaring for your sobs. 
“That virginity of your’s feels so good being broken baby.. if I could breed you I would- oh imagine your swollen belly with all my kids~ sexy..” 
“N-no-” 
“Oh yes baby, just feel my cock.. imagine how many times you could have me plow you baby,” 
“Y-yes Daddy..” 
This whole thing is a mixed bag. What does he want? Does he want you to be his? Because you already are. What does he get out of tearing you down.. 
He gets power over you, and a pretty little cocksleeve, it seems. 
“Baby, you’re such a sexy thing when you're scared, you know that?” Daddy asks, tilting your head so you can see his dark large silhouette over your own. “I just love it when your frightened of me,” 
“Do you like it baby?” 
You are getting Deja Vu, Deja Vu of when this all started. When he held your face and squeezed your thigh. 
“Y-yes Daddy,” 
“Good girl,” he says, just as he did then. 
A clawed finger meets your clit, rubbing it softly in contrast to the ravenous pace he sets in your hole. Yet it feels better and better every second. What was once a white hot pain is now a red hot pleasure. You can stop it. Your daddy is being so evil, so wretched. 
And you don't want it to stop. 
“Baby, what happened to all that crying? Are you enjoying yourself..?” Daddy asks, pulling out for a moment as he forces your body back onto it's back, making him seem even bigger and more scary. 
Daddy forces his cock back into your pussy, you feel it all the way in your stomach. 
“Don't worry baby,” thrust, “Daddy won't judge you,” thrust. You whimper, legs dangling in the air pathetically as Daddy takes control of you. 
“A little..” 
“Perfect,” Daddy growls, forcing his tongue down your throught until you gag. It's like that kiss before, yet more evil, sinister, and the other one was such a blur.
This one is more vivid than the sun. You can feel everything, you can feel his sharp teeth against your own, you can feel his tongue brush against yours, you can feel his large hand grope your breasts, you can taste his pink saliva. 
His cock is so big inside of you, you can't deny, and you think Daddy can tell as well. Because he reaches for your hand, pressing it against your exposed stomach where your sweater rose up; and low and behold, there is a prominent bulge where his cock bullies your cunt. 
“Do you feel that Mi Amor? Do you feel Daddy’s big cock tearing you open?” 
You moan, loudly. 
“Y-yes-” 
Daddy chuckles, leaning down to your neck. He grips your jaw, tilting it. 
White hot pain is all you feel, Daddy’s teeth sink so deeply into your neck you can feel yourself go lightheaded. But you cum. You cum so hard the pain doesn't even hurt. It feels so good, better than anything you’ve ever felt. 
Daddy cums to, dumping a large amount of seed into your needy cunt until you can feel it dripping back out of you again. Daddy chuckles at this, pulling his teeth from your neck so blood begins to drip from the wound. 
“So much cum, baby. No one has ever made me cum that hard..” 
You nod, dazed. 
“I sent everyone home, baby, so don't worry about everyone seeing your powerless little body after it got pounded, got me?” 
You look up at Vox’s camera. 
“Y-yes Daddy.” 
You’ve never felt more lost. 
But at least you have Valentino, right? 
Right? 
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HI WELCOME TO MY FIRST FINISHED FANFIC EVER WOOO Freakshow! belongs to @hootbon and Able belongs to @sm-baby This is the au where Able take ownership of Pomni btw. (SOME SHOWTIME ANGST) (ALSO SM-BABY AND EVEYONE REALLY SORRY IF THIS SUCKS. THIS IS MY 3RD FANFIC EVER AND THE ONLY ONE IVE FINISHED I ALSO ONLY STARTE READING FANFIC LIKE, 2 MONTHS AGO AND I COME FROM RP FORUMS IM SORRYYYYY I'M ALSO YOUNG SORRY SORRY SORRY! WROTE THIS IN 20 MINUTES! NO DRAFTS OR BETA WE DIE LIKE REAL MEN ROUND HERE K LETS GET INTO THIS MESS)
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Caine detested his brother, Able. He was always better, grander, and had everyone's favor despite being younger. He was civil whenever he was around him, but vile hatred and envy boiled beneath those dead eyes. It felt like bile filled his lungs and vocal chords every time he spoke with him. He was superior.
But what he hated even more is how everyone flocked to Ables' side merely because he showed them a mere shred of empathy. Disgusting. But he felt an even worse, more intense hatred whenever a certain someone chose Able over him…Pomni. It stung so much more and he didn’t understand why.
Pomni, his precious little doll, chose his brother over himself. He hated Pomni even more for that. He felt as though he had betrayed him for Able. Now that Pomni was under Able's possession it angered him even more. Pomni made him feel something, which was strange. It wasn’t love, god no. Just…something. His database was curious at heart and craved more knowledge, it needed answers.
Before Able claimed ownership over Pomni, he was able to spend more time with her. But Able kept her locked away in his portion of the manner, nearly never seen. “What a waste…” Though Caine. All that time spent spiffing up his favorite doll, only for it to be tossed aside to his younger brother like a hand-me-down.
No matter, he was able to reclaim her whenever it was showtime. He watched her struggle and writhe, and it brought him some sick twisted satisfaction almost. Punishing her for defecting.
But he had noticed a certain dullness exhibited by some of his older toys. Her eyes seemed to go empty whenever an adventure would start. Caine searched his database for an answer to this strange behavior… “Dissociation. Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one's thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity. Dissociation is commonly described as feeling disconnected from one's body” read the database…
She was gaining freedom from this torment? That enraged him. The disrespect to go against him once more…He had enough. He wrapped up the adventure and sent everyone on their way, returning to the manor… He paced the halls quietly, rapping his fingers to his side as she pang of orchestral music rang out through the manor. His AI mind attempted to create a more sufficient punishment.
Kill her? No she would be brought back and she’s accustomed to it by now…Force her awake? He had learned that sleeping was keeping his freaks' mental state in check, allowing them a break. But it didn’t sound good enough…It wasn't harsh enough. The punishment was simply too small to fit the crime…”Able” rang out in his mind.
She had grown quite fond of his brother. “Too fond…” Caine balled his fists and seethed silently, stopping in his tracks…He shook her head and shut his eyes, rubbing his imaginary temples once more…Those intrusive thoughts again. It was disruptive and he didn’t understand what was causing these mental outbursts…but he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Wouldn’t it cause more mental pain if she was the one being betrayed? Yes. “She has to know how it feels” Caine thought, putting his arms behind his back at the sudden revelation. Yes. he had found a solution.
Caine floated down the halls, following the noise of harmonious violin music. Able. His mind boiled with anger at the mere thought of facing Able. But he smoothed out his ruffled feathers before entering Ables chambers.
Able sat cross-legged at his table, before lightening up at the sight of Caine. “Oh! Good evening brother, what brings you here-” Caine raised his hand, silencing Able.
“I thought I would visit…I have a proposition for you brother.” Able puffed out his chest a little more and his eyes widened slightly. It had been a while since Caine was willing to do anything with him, so he jumped at the opportunity to finally spend time with his brother again.
“Of course dearest brother! Please, do tell me what you have planned.” Caine stared coldly at his brother, but spoke in a slightly warmer tone. “I was thinking we would have a friendly hunting match. As brothers do.”Caine waved his wrist, shutting his eyes. “We get the freaks, let them run free before, before chasing them down and shooting them” Caine tilted his head, raising a brow. Able delighted in the thought of spending time with his brother once more. “Of course! Sounds wonderful-” Caine silenced Able once more. “Under one condition.” Caine said, narrowing his eyes. Able’s brow furrowed in confusion. “And what is that?” Able responded, his shoulders tensing.
“You release Pomni along with the others. It will be more enjoyable to have everyone participating.” Ah. There it was. Thats what Caine wanted all along.
It burned like fire to hear those words. He truly only cared about that pathetic scrawny doll. What did he find so enthralling that he’s put her over his own brother. Able tensed and gripped his knees tighter, his whole body becoming strained. The violin music made a small screech in surprise before returning to its normal melody.
“Of course…” Able said through his theoretical gritted teeth. Caine seemed satisfied with that answer and turned away, waving his hand as he sashayed out the room. “Wonderful. I will have everything prepared for tomorrow…” Caine stopped int he doorway and looked back at Able smugly, taunting him. “Consider it a gift, brother.” The next day he had all the freaks lined up before him and his brother including…Pomni. He glared daggers at her, which she avoided and tried not to meet his gaze.
Able cleared his throat and spoke cheerily to the whole cast. “My dearest brother suggested we play a new game! A hunting game.” Everyone's face twisted to that of horror and dismay as the words fell from Ables mouth.
Caine’s eyes stayed glued to Pomni as he snapped his fingers, transporting them all to the new forest. The forest was dark and unsettling.
It looked as though the trees were clawing at the sky for their freedom, as they despised their own roots for keeping them locked in place.
Caine and Able were now in hunting uniforms, rifle’s in hand with…disgustingly unhealthy rocking horses as chariots. “You all will be given one minute to run.” Caine cocked his gun. “Use it wisely.” And with that, they all ran off into the forest at Caine and Ables internal timers counted down the seconds.
Like clockwork they stayed Idle and silent, as they carried out the command diligently. But Caine’s mind whirled with thoughts of Pomni. That's who this was for. As the timer hit 0 they also set off, their horses' hooves hitting the ground and causing a distinctive rumbling. Caine’s mind worked precisely, making exact turns and curves as he carried on.
The first one he had managed to find was…The rabbit. Jax was fast but Caine was faster, and he had him backed into a corner now. Jax’s face shifted to one of horror and annoyance as Caine pointed the barrel of his gun down at him. “Oh Sh*&-” Said Jax defeatedly. But he was swiftly cut off by the loud BANG created by Caines rifle and his brains being promptly splattered on the ground. Revolting… Caine thought as he looked down at the flayed organs before him. But his attention was drawn away at the sound of another gunshot being fired in the distance.
Able. He wouldn’t lose to his brother here, oh no. He must win. Caine set off into the woods again, following a path of broken leaves and branches left by a very clumsy prey. 
Caine saw a figure in the distance, bumbling about. He quickly followed and reared up to see…Ah. Yes. The magician. Caine thought as he cocked his gun.
Kinger trembled and held his hands together and he looked up at Caine, mortified. But once again, he raised his barrel to face Kinger. He swiftly shot Kinger, causing splinters and blood to be sent into the air. Caine scoffed and brushed off his coat before rushing off into the thicket.
He stopped to look around…His final prey. Pomni. He needed make her repay her transgression tenfold. She needs to suffer. Rang out in his mind and he whipped his horse to carry on. Another distant gunshot rang out which turned his determination to blind rage. He would not let his brother have Pomni. He would not let him win. He will not be better. Caine furrowed his brow and gripped his horses reins so tight they could snap. Once he had caught sight of Pomni, he was gone.
He raced up to her so quickly she didn’t even notice he was there until it was too late. Her eyes turned into balls of pure terror as she looked up at the looming monster before her. She looked like a butterfly without its wings, a spider trapped in its own webs. Pathetic and weak. She trembled and dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together like she was praying to a demented god, and getting dirt all over her outfit…Blue. The badge of honor she paraded and galavanted around in, loudly proclaiming who she belonged to. Always a perfect reflection of his brother. He had to see it every day. It taunted him. Able dangled Pomni out of his reach. Now look at her. In the dirt, worthless. Able’s image dampened. Caine experienced some superficial twisted glee as she raised the barrel to Pomni’s forehead and cocked the gun.
And like that.
Pomni was no more.
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Thanks for reading! Once again, still new to fan fic and all. Please let me know ways I could improve! This is my first finished fic after all! :DDDDD (ALSO ENJOY THE SHOWTIME ANGST. I FED THEM SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO @sm-baby :33333)
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I got into tma in 2022 on a road trip with no internet and then only tangentially interacted with the fandom (light hcs, fanart) and I am. so compelled to understand what the fandom was like in 2020. what were the takes. why was it so awful. does it explain why every time I try to look into protocol I get a rancid Vibe and jump back 5 feet.
to preface: on scale, it really wasn't any worse than your average fandom, it just A) got Very popular over a short period and B) that period was during a time of particularly high stress where many people suddenly could only experience a social life online. tma is also a fairly political and progressive work, which inevitably leads to certain kinds of Takes. it also got Very popular right at the point where the episodes were reaching their peak of explicit social commentary and sustained morbid tone, which, especially combined with point B from above, drew out some really visceral reactions from a lot of people. nothing was actually inherently rancid about 2020-2021 tma fandom, there was just a bit of a perfect storm of factors.
having said that. some common discourse themes:
the perennial shipping discourse. georgie is the only one of our leads to have never killed a person, but really, I pinky promise that your ship between two unrepentant serial killers is 100x more problematic than my ship between two unrepentant serial killers.
asexuality: how dangerous is it? on a scale of 1-5, with 1 being "mostly" to 5 being "completely," how humiliating is it to be asexual? what is the singular true asexual experience that is unproblematic to write about?
wow, jonny was so out of line for writing this episode, what gives him the right to--oh he said it's directly based on personal experiences? so sorry, my bad, I'll learn for next time. wow, jonny was so out of line for writing this epi--
I did not like this episode. this is obviously a direct act of violence against me. why would an episode be Not Good when there is, in the world, Sadness?
hello, I have sorted all of the characters into a simple chart that clearly delineates which of them are completely irredeemable monsters with no interiority or motives and which of them are perfect angel victims who have only ever been nice and never hurt anyone, ever (and if they did hurt someone then that person deserved it). if I see you adding nuance to any of my rulings, I will kill you. this also extends to the podcast writers. #ilovebinaries.
the characters... are queer... and maybe even other marginalized identities as well... and yet, they do bad things? there's not even a single completely morally innocent character? by god, did they not think about the implications this might have!
web!martin. lol people are so stupid for thinking that the theory is at all plausible, media comprehension much? that would lichrally imply that a queer, poor, mentally ill character might be capable of badness. what do you mean we are currently listening to an arc where he's an accomplice to serial murder.
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 4.3
Oof! Got him!
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“She loves you and he loves him and they love each other”. You know when you've got something to say but you don't want it to look like you really wanted to say it specifically so you throw it in between two other things? No? Just me and John?
I'm obsessed with John just heaping praise on Paul in this interview. Every song the interviewer brings up it's “best” “my favorite” “all Paul” “good piece of work” “somewhere I have the tape of him doing it” “damn good” “one of his masterpieces” See also: Paul’s a good lyricist, he just doesn't try because he's insecure. And: one of the most innovative bass players of all time.
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John mixing up In My Life and If I Fell “although I don't know why I'm confusing them, they're nothing alike but they have the same–” The same what? Same target? Same muse? Hmm? “It's really about–it's not about Cyn.” He's barely hanging on to not saying it here, like, by a gossamer thread. 
John confessing that the consistent character flaw of Paul's which hurt him ((hurt. Not annoyed. Not angered. Hurt.)) was insensitivity. Not bossiness or lameness or sneakiness. Insensitivity. What John couldn't handle in the end about Paul was that he wasn't aware enough of John's tender feelings. 
He's also so cruel in this interview. And what you've got to pay attention to is the theme connecting the songs he's cruel about: Let It Be (let John go) and The Long and Winding Road (the long and pointless fight). 
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The Japanese Monk comparison doesn't quite land for me because it implies that John purposely broke up the Beatles because he knew they were at a peak and he wanted them to stay gold. And I think that's what John would like the story to be. It makes him feel better inside. It makes him look incredibly wise and courageous. But it's clear – John even stated it himself more than once on record – that the breakup was not purposeful or calculated. It was a terrible accident that nobody wanted, least of all John. 
More quotes to live by when examining John's post breakup “ow!”
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I find it fascinating that John thought of Paul's and Dylan's lyrics as very similar and says so twice in this documentary. But nobody else ever draws that comparison. In mainstream thought, Bob Dylan is one of the greatest lyricists of all time if not the greatest (it's me. I'm mainstream. Subterranean Homesick Blues my absolute beloved.) and Paul is the worst lyricist to ever get successful. And you know what? I think Paul gets punished for being physically pretty and financially savvy, and I think in the exact same way his music gets punished for being melodically pretty and commercially successful. 
John about Paul's inscrutable messages in his songs: if one knows the person, one knows what's coming down. John in I Know (I Know): and I know. What's coming down. 
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I will always love how he says in the same breath . . . “I've compared it to a marriage a million times" and "Paul and I were together.” 
You really do gotta be like “Johns say the darndest things sometimes.” I mean that's what Paul did, right? Because genuinely most of the time he's a fucking sweetheart. After he's sat there defending Paul's insane mourning bus movie, the interviewer asks him to compare himself and Paul. And after saying there's never been a question about commerciality, he says this. 
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Nobody think about Paul writing “One of These Days” just before John's death then “This One” a decade later. Don't do it. I do recommend. 
Free as a Bird is such a beautiful song. It's a gorgeous melody, and it's got such complex emotions. He's still mourning something that was lost, but he's hopeful. He's on his way home. 
You all know that long distance interview Paul did right before John died where they bring up some of the awful things John said recently about him (ignoring the millions of loving and admiring things). When Paul's voice cracks and he looks up at the ceiling and struggles for a minute and the lights go out, I have a theory that it's one of their kids being protective. She was messing with the lights before to be silly and then when the bad question comes she turns them off again as a sort of protective sabotage. 
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What If though? What If that's true? 
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Quote of all time!!! “The person I actually picked as my partner, who I recognized has talent and who I could get on with, was Paul.” He doesn't say ‘as my sidekick’ or ‘running mate’ or ‘captain’s mate’ or ‘second string’ or any of those things that traditional Beatles fans tend to push on them. Partner. 
Serious question, because I swing all over the place as to what I think actually happened between John and Paul physically and emotionally. If we agree that Real Love is about Paul (a baby and another on the way lalalalalala farm . . . Just call him on the phone) Then what about this lyric? “Was I just dreaming (a word of theirs and something they thought they shared) or was it only Yesterday (Paul's biggest song) I used to hold you in my arms? Is that to be taken literally? John used to hold Paul in his arms? i.e. frequent hugging and cuddling?
The heart monitor cuts so harshly into John singing “Grow Old With Me.” As we see beautiful images of John and all the people he's leaving behind. I'm dry heaving. This documentary is so much more painful this time around than the first. 
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Anyway I'm glad we got coverage of all the “for Paul” songs. Which. Btw fuck you Sean and Peter. You proved absolutely nothing.
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Controversial Post
Carmy used Claire.
An opinion I have yet to come across in the discourse regarding the dreaded Carmy/Claire pairing is the following--Carmy was fully content never calling/making Claire his girlfriend. Because he never had to do anything to get her to like him. She provided pussy, car rides, an ear to bounce ideas off of, no resistance or intellect, and no effort he had to put in.
Allow me to elaborate.
From their first interaction at the market to the moment in the walk-in, Claire has been a nuisance in his life. She consistently disregarded his boundaries in the following ways:
Ignoring the fact that he struggled to remember her name; there's also no mention of her last name to this day.
Misreading their initial conversation at said market and not reading his body language for what it was: a lack of interest in her. If a woman has to ask a man for his number and he doesn't ask for hers, he isn't interested in pursuing things further. Argue amongst yourselves about that.
Numbergate. In the real world, this would be extremely concerning. Skirting around someone's clear sign they don't like you by giving you a fake number is a huge red flag. It screams desperation and a lack of self-respect. Who chases a man that purposely obstructs their advances then goes to his good friend to extract information? Shame on Fak as well for giving out Carm's private information to a woman he hasn't mentioned in five years. wtf Fak.
When she does call him, she badgers him to get a clear answer as to why he gave her a fake number, instead of taking the hint when she realized it was fake. Once again not taking his hesitance while dictating the numbers to her as a sign he doesn't want her.
"Speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party?" wtf even was this. By Claire's own admission, she and Carmy never talked in their youth. She essentially hung around his family but never interacted with him so why is she so obsessed with him? I will never understand this. Her tasteless attempt at breaking the ice regarding Mikey's death is so heavy-handed and odd.
Freezergate. Even before she found out he was stuck in the walk-in, what was Claire's urgency to get to back-of-house? Why would she think it would ever be appropriate to just walk back there? Sugar's husband, Pete, has never done that in the show so what makes Claire think she's special enough to do so? I always wonder what might have happened had Sydney been back there when Claire crossed that boundary.
Now the juicy part. Unpacking Carmy's disinterest.
Ever notice that Carmy only ever asked her surface-level questions about her life? He never asked about her interests outside of work, her family, her passions, her last name, or anything else. The entire relationship is on Carmy's terms/timeline. Nothing we've seen on-screen indicates he's been to her apartment or hung out with her friends (aside from that one juvenile ass party in 2x05). Every time they have sex, it's at his place. The overwhelming majority of their conversations center around his needs/grievances about the restaurant. He never buys her flowers or gifts (cooking dinner one single time doesn't count), never has deep conversations with her about her, nor did he call her his girlfriend until Sydney, of all people, pressured him to do so. The subsequent conversation with Fak, "is Claire my girlfriend? What's a girlfriend?" is bullshit. Carmen has been around couples his whole life. He knows what a girlfriend is. He knows what a wife is. He's a 30+ year old man who surely had romantic interests before and after Claire. He just didn't want her to be his girlfriend until he felt immense pressure from his circle to make her that.
How do I know this? In 24 hours, Carmy went from "I love her a lot" (and this is only after Fak straight up asks him if he loves her) to "I like her". In the course of one day, he went from love to like. That says it all. Not to mention this is after the mother of all panic attacks where his hidden feelings for Syd bubble to the surface. A lot of people forget that Carmy is a man and because of this, he does what men tend to do. Whether he was conscious of it or not, he took advantage of a desperate girl like Claire because she threw herself at him with abandon. She willingly put herself in a position to be used by a man she barely knew, then cried to Richie when things didn't go her way. Their 'relationship' went the way it was always going to go because I'd argue she was never truly his girlfriend. Claire was a stopgap between the restaurant and Carmy running away from his problems.
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Obey me! Younger Brothers Reaction to: Mc doing the "Come over. He just left" Prank
Other parts can be found here: Older Brothers
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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡
CW: Satan angy, Asmo is Asmo, Beel's precious, Belphie's a brat, and some fluff, sums it up pretty good.
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Satan's Reaction:
Satan has to go meet a new cat, he has to know every cat in the Devildom after all. The demon with this new cat was called up to the human world by a witch, the demon met a cat while doing tasks in the human world, the cat grew fond of the demon and followed the demon home. A love story Satan could only dream of experiencing. Satan wanted to invite his favorite living thing besides cats Mc along with but Mc said they were too busy! How can anyone be too busy for cats, Satan will never know. A little disappointed but wanting to be understanding, Satan leaves his human's room, heading for the front door, he walks out the front door down the pathway towards the street. When Mc hears the front door shut, they run to look out a window. From inside the house looking through the window Mc can see that Satan has already made it to the street and is almost out of sight. Mc quickly sends the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches as Satan pulls out his D.D.D while walking, seemingly getting the message. Mc watches as Satan freezes in place for like 5 seconds, within that five seconds you can tell his attitude sours. Satan gets an angry purple aura around him, but the scariest part is how oddly calm he is as he turns and begins walking back towards the House of Lamentations. When Satan gets back inside the house he doesn't even say anything at first, he just gives Mc this eerie smile. When Satan finally speaks he tells Mc that he's going to wait to go meet the new cat some other day, because he just feels like he needs to be home today. Mans is sticking around so he can murder whoever Mc is trying to link up with. Mc realizing Satan is missing out on meeting a new cat because of their prank feels bad and explains to him how it's just a prank, and nobody is coming over. It takes some explaining and he wants to know why Mc does the prank in the first place but eventually Satan understands. He isn't particularly fond of the prank, and Satan likes pranks, but that's because this prank got him worried and everything. Even though Satan winds up understanding, he brings Mc with to meet the new cat, not only can he make sure Mc doesn't meet up with anyone, he also gets to have an even better experience, Mc and cats make everything better, soon enough he'll be forgetting all about the prank.
Asmodeus's Reaction:
Asmo has to go to the store to get ingredients for dinner since he's on cooking duty today. He wanted to bring his favorite living thing besides himself Mc with, but Mc said they were too busy! How can someone be too busy to hang out with Asmo, Asmo doesn't know, I mean it's a blessing to even be around him even for a second! Disappointed and confused Asmo reluctantly leaves his human's room. Asmo makes his way to the front door of the House of Lamentations, heading out the front door and down the pathway towards the street. When Mc hears the front door shut, they rush to look out through one of the windows from inside the house. Mc sees that Asmo's made it to the street and is almost out of sight so they quickly send the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches as Asmo pulls his D.D.D out while walking, seemingly checking the message. Mc watches as Asmo freezes in place for like the longest time, it's surprising as Asmo usually reacts to things quickly, especially D.D.D messages. It takes a little longer before Asmo is finally turning and rushing back towards HoL. When he gets inside the house he dramatically starts asking who Mc's trying to see behind his back. Asmo will be dramatic and not calm down until Mc shuts him up with a kiss and explains it was just a prank. Unbeknownst to Mc, Asmo knew it was a prank all along, Asmo saw the trend on FabSnap and planned to try it out with Mc. When Mc tried it on him before he could try the trend on them, he was pleasantly surprised, it took him so long to react because he wanted to give Mc some type of reaction, he didn't want them thinking he doesn't care. Asmo will never tell Mc he knew the prank, purely because he can now guilt trip Mc into spending time with him, by acting like he's all jealous and worried. Mc is totally forced to accompany him to the grocery store for dinner's ingredients now. Asmo doesn't really need the reassurance, but he will make Mc reassure him multiple times, just because he likes their attention.
Beelzebub's Reaction:
Beel has to go to the store to buy some food, because he ate everything in the kitchen and his brothers got mad, so he feels bad and wants to replace the food..and possibly eat some of it as he carries it home. Beel went to his favorite hunger distraction Mc's room, he wanted to bring his human along with because he knows he wouldn't eat all the food on the way home then..sadly Mc said they were too busy to go with. Being completely understanding, Beel leaves Mc's room and heads for the front door to the house of Lamentations. Beel walks out the front door, heading down the pathway towards the street. Mc waits until they hear the front door shut, then they scurry to a window, looking through from inside the house, they see Beel has made it to the street and is almost out of sight. Mc quickly sends the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches as Beel pulls his D.D.D. out of his pocket, seemingly checking the message. Beel stares at his D.D.D for a second before he looks back towards HoL, looking confused. Beel begins to slowly make his way back towards HoL, staring down at his D.D.D with a confused look on his face. When Beel gets back inside the house, he holds up his D.D.D to show Mc the message, even though they sent it, Beel then asks what the message means, Mc has to explain the prank thoroughly for him to even properly understand, he's not stupid, he just doesn't worry about stuff like that, he trusts Mc too much. After finding out what the prank was meant to be, he may end up wanting to hear that it was just a prank once or twice, but he's ultimately pretty chill. If anything he feels bad for not understanding the prank and giving Mc the sort of reaction they wanted. Beel will ask again if Mc would like to accompany him on his food run, but if Mc still says no he won't be pushy or force them to come with. Beel will go on his food trip alone if Mc doesn't want to join, but Beel will hang out around Mc a little more for the next few days, and he'll constantly give Mc some of his food. If someone was giving him some of their food he'd never even consider anyone else, and he hopes it's the same for Mc, he doesn't want to lose his human after all.
Belphegor's Reaction:
Belphie has to go to Hocus Pocus, the magic item store 4 those who don't know, why? Because they got new items and are having a sale on them, Belphie can't miss that, the Anti-Luicfer league, I think that's the name, needs better stuff to use on Lucifer for even better pranks! Belphie wants to bring his favorite living pillow Mc along with, but Mc said they were too busy. Belphie tried everything, whining, pouting, trying to blackmail or give Mc a real reason to tag along, but to no avail his human stays stubborn and says they can't come with. Upset that his brattiness didn't get him his way, Belphie reluctantly leaves Mc's room, all pouty like the spoiled youngest is when they don't get their way. Belphie heads to the front door of the House of Lamentations, heading out the door down the pathway towards the street. When Mc hears the front door shut, they scurry to look through one of the windows from inside the house. Seeing the Belphie has made it to the street and is almost out of sight, Mc quickly sends the prank message: "Come over. He just left." Mc watches as Belphie slowly pulls his D.D.D. out of his pocket, seemingly checking the message. Mc has never watched the Avatar of Sloth react so fast before in their life. It's like the moment Belphie reads the message, he's turning and running back towards the house. When does Belphie run? Mc realizes the prank really got him, they laugh nervously as Belphie comes bursting back into the house. Belphie looks like he's ready to murder someone, hopefully not Mc, he's already done that. Mc gives Belphie a chance to ask what the hell is up, then they try and calmly explain that it's just a prank. It takes some explaining, some reassurance, and some apologies to finally win Belphie back over. Belphie makes a big deal out of it and uses it to guilt trip Mc into indulging into his bratty antics for the next few days. In reality, Belphie calmed down pretty quickly and felt a lot better after a little reassurance from Mc, he just wasn't going to miss out on an opportunity to have Mc's attention, and to have Mc in a situation where they feel bad for not giving him his way, he's a brat like that.
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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! The last three were a little bit rushed and probs not my best work, sorry. Anyways, more content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡
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Out of the blue
König x reader (y/n).
Your best friend convinced you to subscribe on a dating app, you don't have expectations but you're keeping an open mind, on the other hand, König is pretty much in the same situation, Horangi and other guys insisted to him, none of you were expecting a wonderful night.
Warning: age gap, reader is in mid 20's. Grammatical and spelling errors. I think there's no mention of a specific gender but if I wrote some I apologize.
I hope you can enjoy it, as always perhaps it is not a good story but I'm sure someone out there will love this. 🩷
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You're sitting, scrolling through the phone, your friends are at a party with a rugby team in a discotheque, your best friend has been insisting, calling you and texting you, even making video calls.
- Y/n please! You have to join us! You can't rot at home every Friday night!
- Working 9 to 5 is exhausting, I pass.
- What will you do tonight if you're not going to have a party or something?
Suddenly a new notification popped on your phone «Someone wants to meet you, Match or reject» then a text «Hi, would you like to go to dinner?»
- Y/N?
- Oh, I... I actually will go to dinner with a guy from that app... Remember?
- Y/N, please be careful, if you go... Send me your location and if something goes wrong call me, ok?
- Yes, mom! I love you, bye!
- Bye-bye!
As soon as you hang up the phone, you open the app and give him a «it's a match!» then responded his text «Hi, for sure, at your house or mine or any restaurant?».
Meanwhile König is sitting in the dining room of his apartment, lonely, he doesn't understand why he listened to Horangi and the rest of the guys.
- This is stupid...
He muttered to himself, he's waiting for your reply, you're the only one that he has sent solitude, nobody else. He's regretting his actions but then, you texted him back, after reading your message he wonders what would be the best option. He stood up and went to the fridge, there was only mustard, a tomato and a beer. Checking in the rest of the kitchen, there's nothing else.
It would be good to go to some restaurant but what if you feel afraid of him? He's massive, the scars on his face, his insecurities are eating him alive.
«i hope you don't mind, your profile doesn't have a photo, may I see a pic?»
-Scheisse.
Would be rude if he says no, also would ruin his chance with someone attractive as you. Oh, how much he hates this, why does he have to be so shy?.
«Ja, no problem, give me a minute :)»
«Thanks, take your time <3»
And actually he's taking a lot of time, is just a simple selfie, that's what he has been saying to himself. After 28 photos he's exhausted, tired and desperate, he doesn't know how to pose for a photo, how not to look intimidating, everything is getting worse in his mind, what if you think he's not what you're looking for? He didn't change his gym clothes, he looks like a mess, also, what if you feel afraid of him and just accept to go on this dinner because you're scared to cancel.
- AHHHH! Scheisse! Ok. Fuck off, let's send all of them.
He's afraid of your answer, he threw the phone to the table.
You're starting to worry, what if he's a fake profile? He's taking too long. Almost 40 minutes, you're considering simply not replying anymore when your phone rings.
«Kö: sent 28 new photos 📷»
Oh god, you hope those are not spicy photos or something. You opened the chat, ready to block him if those are hot pics, but no, Holy Jesus Christ, who is this man? He's tall, wearing shorts and a compression shirt, all black, his entire body looks muscular and strong, then his hair, he has a lot of hair for someone of his age, let's admit it, a lot of men start to lose hair after their 30's- 40's, but he looks good, you make a zoom to observe his face cautiously, there's some scars but if you have to be honest, those scars only makes him more attractive, his eyes are tired but blue like the sky, it only gets better and better. Definitely you can't reject him.
At this point, König is biting his nails, he's feeling very anxious, he hears his phone ringing, fuck, fuck, fuck, he's nervous, he could break easily the spine of the enemy, jump from a plane, disassemble a bomb, even fight against a bear, all that without any anxiety, but this, no, he can't.
He took the phone and went to your chat.
«Y/n: Oh god, you're very handsome» «So, where we will go to dinner? ;) »
He can't believe what he's reading, what did you say? He reads it again, no fucking way. Then he sees you're still on the chat waiting for a response.
«We can go to a good restaurant... If you're ok with that. What do you think?»
«Perfect, you can pick the restaurant, send me the location and I'll see you outside! ;D»
«Kö: sent a location 📍» «Ok, I'll see you at 9 Pm, ja?»
«See you! P.S. I'm excited! :D»
He sent the location of a small Italian restaurant close to the city center, which is expensive but he has a hunch about this night and also he doesn't mind spending much money, after all, he has been working hard for it.
You investigate the place, Italian food, your favorite food, the place looks really nice, casual, you like that. You change clothes and get ready, lucky for you, you live not so far from the center, it'll take you 18 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. You're not nervous, you're actually very excited, for the first time in months you're truly excited to have a date, maybe it will be a mess or... Maybe not, who knows? You keep that open mind and that optimism.
König arrived on time. He's checking his phone to see if you texted him while he was on the way, but no. He can't avoid thinking that maybe you will not come or something happened to you, he could be more polite and offered to pick you up at your home and arrive together. He's cursing himself when a sweet voice brings him back to reality.
- Hey
- Oh, hi... I'm König.
- König?
- Ja... (fuck, you maybe think he's giving you a fake name or something, god somebody save him!)
- It's very original, I like it, I'm y/n.
You're too kind, you're even giving him a big smile.
- Nice to meet you, y/n, I like your name too.
- Thank you! So what if we continue this conversation inside?... Let's go, I don't want to be rude but I'm so hungry!
- Sure, let's go, I'm hungry too.
As soon as you sit, there's a connection, you talk a lot, he laughs and laughs, the dinner is delicious, both share their food with each other, drinking beer and enjoying the moment, he talks to you about his job, just a little but you're fascinated by him and everything he's telling you.
(...) «No! I swear! I did a lot of sports and activities when I was a kid!» (...) «Ja! We were Falling and he didn't wake up! The plane was in flames and he was sleeping like a baby!» (...) «No, I was at home while my parents were at parties and doing all that was actually expected from someone of my age!» «Rugby and Hockey, beers and whiskey, those are my favorites!» (...) «Ja! I play that one too, I have a PC and PS and an Xbox» (...)
By the end of the dinner you and König are almost alone in the restaurant, the waitress comes to tell you they will close soon so König asks for the bill, you offer him to pay the half but he insists it's on him.
Once out, you don't want to go home, neither him but he doesn't know where else to go.
- I have an idea. Let's go, I'll take you to a cool bar that I like to visit sometimes.
- If it is a discotheque or something like that I think I prefer to walk around the city if you don't mind Schatz.
- Oh god, no, König, trust me, you will like this place.
Both are walking side to side, still talking and laughing, you don't have a clue about how much he's enjoying this moment, he's so focused on you that he has forgotten about all the people around who occasionally observe both. You're less shy or introverted than him, he likes that, you're funny, smart, pretty and full of stories.
Finally, you stop in front of a white door with a neon sign "The old dog's Bar", you take his hand and get inside.
There are not many people, it is dark, the illumination in the place is not the best, but it brings a good vibe, the people around are more old than young, the bartender is an old man, very charming.
- Hey Frank!
- Y/n! Welcome, would you like something to drink?
- Sure, whiskey for me and my friend, please, i saw tonight is a band playing, are they still here?
- sure, go, take a seat darling, they took a break but they'll be back soon.
You and König are sitting close to the small scenario, still talking, your drinks are on the table already.
- you will love this, I promise!
- How did you find this place?
- I was passing by one day, and Frank was trying to get some clients, I thought he was a very charming man so I decided to give this place a chance and I instantly fell in love.
- You're very interesting, young people like you maybe prefer to be somewhere else with more activity or something, but not you. You're beautiful, funny, you're smart... What else do I have to know about you, Schatz?
You blush and laugh.
- I'm full of surprises as much as you König! Oh, wait, I have to go to the bathroom, keep an eye on my drink please, I'll be back!
Once you're in the bathroom you text your friend to tell her you're having a wonderful night and that he's interesting and attractive. You were walking back to the table when you heard some guys talking.
«What will we do? I don't know, I'm not too good at playing it!!»
You continued walking and finally you sat, König is staring at you, he's lost in his thoughts observing you until the sound of the band in the scenario interrupts.
- Hey, we're back, we want to thank everyone who's here listening to us, thank you so much! We're close to finishing the show but our guitarist had an inconvenience and left, so, is there someone in the crowd who can help us?
You look around and the few people who are there are still sitting, apparently no one knows or maybe they're shy or not sure about standing up and helping the band. You sigh and look at König, he gives you a shy smile but for you that's enough to give you courage, you stand up from your seat.
- I can do it!
- Oh, sure come here, thank you so much for helping us!
You put your phone and some rings on the table and give a sip to your drink, you look at König once again and without thinking too much you squeeze his shoulder and whisper «I'll be back».
The guys from the band ask you some things about if you know some of the songs on their repertoire, fortunately, you know them well.
- (...) what about the solo guitar on 'Free bird'? Would you do it?
- Trust me, you won't regret it! Also I promised my friend a wonderful night, so... Let's do this.
Some songs by Fleetwood Mac, guns and roses, Red hot chili peppers, Toto, eagles, Depeche mode and finally the song you've been waiting for, Free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, you're nervous, you don't really know if you will do it. But just a quick look at König is enough for you to give your best.
König never stopped to look at you, he has been staring at you since you stood up on the scenario with that beautiful black Fender squier classic vibe, he's paying attention to the way you play, indeed, you're nervous but he feels somehow very proud, you're giving the best of you.
He doesn't know why, but he feels like he needs to take a photo of you, maybe the light over you gives you an angelical view, or is his point of view, he doesn't know but he needs to show you how you looked after the show.
You're brilliant, you don't understand how your fingers are moving in that velocity, it has been a while since you played guitar, but you're doing it great, your quick looks to the band and the people around tell you that even they are impressed by your skills.
At the end of the show you run to König smiling and still a little bit shocked by what you did a few moments ago.
It was almost 3 am, you've been out all night, you don't even feel tired, either König, he can't stop talking about the way you played guitar, he's charming, he told you he's shy and don't enjoy to be around many people or talk too much but with you he has been really sweet, open and a truly gentleman. He offered to walk with you and take you to your house, he doesn't feel good letting you go alone.
- I would love to repeat this, König you're a gentleman, I've had much fun and the dinner was really delicious!
- Ja, me too, you're amazing, I won't stop saying it, you were brilliant. I took a picture and a video of you playing, I'll send them to you later!
- Thanks, I promise you this is the best night of my life...
- I... I would like to have a second date too.
- For real?
- Ja, I mean if you don't mind that I'm... You know, perhaps too old for you.
- Are you kidding!? König, you don't even look old! You look better than people with the same age as me, you're thousand times more interesting than them and I already said it, I would love to repeat this!
- Gut!, I'll be working a lot this month though, but we can organize another date, check our schedules and all that.
- For sure, whenever you can, I'll be ready! Well... This is where I live.
Both walked to the door of your building, and talked a little bit more, he kissed your hand and then both said goodbye. You were closing the door of your apartment when your phone buzzed, you checked all the notifications, one was from König.
«Kö: Sent a new photo 📷 , sent a new video 📷»
You were looking at them when a new message appeared on the chat.
« I can't wait to see you again, Liebling. Thanks for the most amazing night of my life, sweet dreams Mein Schatz :D»
Needless to say that you jumped and ran through your apartment like a child on Christmas. You and König had more and more dates, eventually a first kiss, a first anniversary, etc.
Who said you can't find true love on dating apps?.
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yurinaa-world · 11 hours
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hello!! platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader who excels at one particular subject but is bad or average on the others? also lacks social skills
(kinda inspired by me lol 💀)
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Characters: Dr. Ratio platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader
Synopsis: with student reader who excels at one subject but is bad at the others + lacks social skills
Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, got lil personal
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𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜
He’s so strict about your grades, looking at you with disappointment as if a parent would when their child an F. What? does the information just go through and out one ear? (it does for me 😀)  Can your brain handle one sentence at a time since it doesn’t look like it to him with these embarrassing grades?
He immediately got you into summer school so you could at least try to get good at other subjects, one subject won’t get you a future. Even worse with fact you can’t even talk without staring endlessly at your paper contemplating just to ask him the most simple question.
The man knows no mercy, making you write out several essays over the whole summer but just like every teacher that wants to suck the souls from students he’ll make you plan every tad bit of detail, even refuse you from starting to write if one detail isn’t explained and well thought out enough for him.
Then oh don’t forget to make the rough draft of the essay (it’s more like writing the real essay itself with the way he’s being strict with every typo & grammar mistake, but oh don’t think you're going to get this using simple and basic words like “in conclusion.” or “well, I believe.” Throw those out the window along with every other basic sentence that people use to put up the word count or just get the whole thing over with. He isn't accepting it. No exceptions.
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You’ve been staring at the next part of your sentence but unsure how to use the word “Magnanimity”. How were you even supposed to use this in a sentence?! (he made you pick several high-level words to use in an essay), you look up to silently curse your teacher, Mr. Ratio out in your head before immediately looking back down when your eyes connect.
You begin to contemplate, that maybe jumping out the window ain’t bad, it might be your only way to get out of here. you sigh, just giving up on your constant stalling, getting up from your chair (with your paper in hand) and walking over to your teacher, dreading every step you take.
Before stopping at his desk, “Mr. Ratio, could you tell me what the definition is for magnanimity again?” He just sighs, closing up the book he always reads. (You don’t know why he always reads the same thing, it’s so boring.)
“Magnanimity means the loftiness of spirit enabling one to bear trouble calmly, to disdain meanness and pettiness, and to display a noble generosity.”
you stare at him blankly, he wasn’t kidding, he seriously expected you to know what he was saying?! “I’m sorry but what does that even mean?” you whisper your voice cracking with frustration, you just feel a blood vessel getting bigger.
He sighs once again “Showing kindness towards an enemy or you had been defeated in battle. using it in a sentence would be like he showed magnanimity towards his enemy, understand?” 
“Oh, okay. Thank you Mr. Ratio” You nod taking in his words. “Let me see your essay.” He tells you out of the blue, holding his hand out to see your paper, which makes your mouth dry. “you have something written, correct? Let me see it.”
You give him your paper and watch in nervousness before he begins to read out loud “A great man once spoke mighty wor-“ “Mr ratio please read it in your head!”  you cut him off with panic, yet what a fool you are since when was he merciful? “a great man once spoke mighty words…”
Listening to him read your essay made you cringe and close your ears. He’s the worst!
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Oh my gosh! You should make an Adam x reader playlist on like what you think the vibes and aesthetic of the relationship would be like!!
BEING IN LOVE WITH ADAM | A PLAYLIST
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"but it's not forever, it's just tonight. oh, we're still the greatest"
Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon fits Adam's rock vibe, first of all. I see him performing it at his shows, and thinking about Reader in the process, it's just passionate in every way possible.
"just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love"
Adam is definitely bad at feelings. Has a hard time understanding when he's in love, and when he does it really feels "accidental". Also, Adam gives romantic 2000s rock love songs vibes.
"honey, we can see right through you. girl, you can't conceal it. we know how you feel and who you're thinking of"
This all time classic goes for Reader, who I can picture struggling to accept that they're falling in love with Adam (I mean, it's Adam). But they're having it bad, so they come to terms with it (but won't say it).
"where can I find a woman like that?"
Watch Adam writing a whole-ass song if he ever were to fall in love with Reader and they're taken. Performing it a show and looking at them in the eyes and everything. He can't help it, he wants them to be his.
"some things just make sense and one of those is you and I"
Still into You just fits the vibe, just over the top love rock song that would go well with a possible Adam love story perfectly imho. Maybe after a break up.
"oh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must have been something you said"
Would comedically work as either Adam or Reader suddenly realize that they're in love in a very specific moment. Reader being vulgar or violent? This song starts playing as Adam goes all wide-eyed looking at them as his cheeks get red. Adam playing the electric guitar? Reader goes full Lego Batman GIF looking at him.
"Don't go breaking my heart"
"I won't go breaking your heart!"
Throw this song in Hazbin Hotel as a duet between Adam and Reader where they profess their love for each other as soon as they realize it.
"(s)he ain't got no money, her/his clothes are kinda funny, her/his hair is kinda wild and free"
I see this more applied to Adam. Because people will ask Reader WHY Adam, and he's just that guy. Can work the other way around if Reader is particularly unique.
"one good girl is worth a thousand bitches"
Adam, in my opinion, is capable of serious relationships even if he's kinda hinted to be a fuck boy. He definitely has many flaws in relationships but he would be willing to work on them. Also, I headcanon him to listen to Kanye even if he's a rockstar lmao.
"the soul you bring to the table, the one that makes me sing in a minor key"
I'll finish this on a tender note. Adam and Reader come full circle about how much they love each other, they accept it, they know. And love changes both of them, both their souls. It can be that deep, even if it's Adam we're talking about. Reader makes his soul sing, and Adam theirs.
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aita for dividing up my sideblogs by fandom and not being clear about the fact that theyre all the same person?
this has never landed me in any kind of drama or arguments yet, but its been on my mind for a long time so i want some second opinions. basically, i have a good handful of sideblogs and each one is for one specific fandom (or sometimes a few interconnected fandoms). the reason is not only for categorization (i really like keeping things categorized) but also because… i dont want to get called problematic and for every single sideblog to get that label too.
i dont think id get called out for the stuff i ship, because none of it is that uncommon or problematic. but its the fandoms im in specifically. there are some fandoms im in that some people really, really hate, most often because of rumors/assumptions about certain contents of the source being problematic, or a generalized annoyance at the people in the fandom. if i like someones art or writing in one fandom, i dont want them to have to know im in a fandom they hate for a stupid reason. im not guilty about that.
what ive been considering though is that some of the fandoms im in people hate or cant stand for pretty valid reasons. like, some of the fandoms im in do have actual racism, misogyny, and other shitty ideals in their sources, and while i understand how these things are harmful and dont agree with or tolerate these ideals in my fandom experience, i understand that there are some people who just dont ever want to be near that fandom or someone in it for those reasons. i understand that some people have had shitty experiences with certain fanbases and cant tolerate interacting with someone in those fanbases.
i think its reasonable to say that i shouldnt be interacting with people if they say they dont want to be interacted with by certain fandoms. theres no fandoms im personally uncomfortable with, but if there were, i dont know if id necessarily be okay with being circumvented without my knowledge just so people could look at my posts. and, despite saying earlier that im not guilty about interacting with people who hate fandoms im in for stupid reasons, i also dont know if im qualified to judge what a stupid reason is or not! someone saying they hate a certain fandom and not saying why isnt "not a good enough reason".
but also… what they dont know wont hurt them?? its not like im befriending any of these people. i barely talk to people directly online (its just not my thing, im not a very social person), i basically just reblog and leave compliments on art and writing. its not block evading, because ive never been in a situation where someone tells me on one sideblog to not interact with them and then i interact with them from a different sideblog. since the sideblogs all only interact with the same fandom, nobody from other fandoms even knows they exist.
sidenote that this is purely about fandoms themselves, not about shipping problematic things or specifically engaging with problematic fandom content, because thats really not my thing.
tl;dr i have a lot of sideblogs, and sometimes ill interact with someone who says they hate a certain fandom despite being in that fandom. they never know im in that fandom and im not befriending them. aita?
What are these acronyms?
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Hiii! So I really enjoyed your adam fic about morning sex before work. It made me want to ask if you could do similar for lute?
Lute x Fem!band member!reader where they have sex right before reader's concert?
If you want more info on the reader: nervous about the concert, lead singer, a guitarist, botto. (U can ignore these)
Thank you!
OMFG YESSSSS! I’m so sorry this has been delayed, I’ve been sick:(
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Pairing: Lute x Lead singer!Fem!Reader
Au: NonAngel
Warnings: Lesbian sex, porn with very little plot, sub? reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, swearing, anxious reader
20 minutes. You have 20 more minutes to freak out before you had to be on stage in front of a huge audience. You’re the lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the world.
Lute hates seeing you pace around, shaking your hands, before every show. Did she understand it was stressful? Yes, but she also knows that every show is amazing performance. This time she decides to calm you down herself.
“Baby, sit on the couch a take a breath for me. See isn’t that better?” Her words are so soft, almost sensual, and you don’t fully grasp why. You nod despite that. You do feel better, she always makes you feel better.
“Good, just sit back and relax for me.” As she sinks slowly to her knees you finally understand what she is doing. “We can’t! They’re people just outside that door. They will hear.” You whisper yell, crossing your legs to prevent access. “They won’t if you’re quiet. You can be quiet, can’t you?” You nod, already soothed just from her words.
She slowly uncrosses your legs, looking into your eyes for permission. If you say stop, she’d stop. You don’t. You nod softly, allowing her to unzip the black jeans and even lifting your hips to make it easier to remove them. “Just relax for me. I wanna take care of my baby. Can I do that?” She asks again, wanting you to verbally consent. “Yes, please.”
She doesn’t even take off your lacy underwear, just nudges them to the side and holds them there with one slender hand.
A soft kiss to a bundle of nerves and you’re just about thrusting upwards, wanting more. She smiles as she place a kiss to your thigh. This simple action causes a groan form your throat. “Don’t tease!” You whisper yell, pleading for mercy.
Usually it would take begging to get her to obey your words, but unfortunately, she simply didn’t have the time. She swipes a flat tongue from your hole to your clit, then sucks. Soft lips make you big your lip to avoid moaning. The action would’ve rattled her in normal circumstances.
She loved the way you sounded. It got her off more then anything else. You sounded like an angel fallen just for her pleasure. She almost wished that the crowd could hear the sounds you kept just for her. Almost.
“You taste like my damnation.” She said with a groan, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You grab her hair at the root, tugging softly at her sucking on your clit so gently. She moans. You throw you head back softly at the feeling. “Eyes on me dearest.” You obey easily. Always so eager to please.
She coaxes you to lean down a bit and puts two fingers in your mouth to suck. You groan around them and she laughs softly. She pulls them out, smiling at the shine of your spit coating them. She rubs a small circle over your clit before slowly inserting them. A curl of them has you biting your lip harder.
Her fingers are perfect. They reach the perfect spot. The spot that has you toes threatening to curl. You let out a soft moan, a mere breath compared to what you’re holding down. She revels in your pleasure. It soaks her panties.
She curls them over and over as she moves to suck your clit again. “Faster!” You’re voice breaks. She obliges. So good. So fucking good.
You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All you feel is the knot wound tight in your core. So close. So fucking close. “Ple-ase!” You manage. You want more need more. She gives everything. One last look into her eyes has it snapping with a force to rattle the stars.
She coaxes every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm. Letting your taste cover her tongue. She rises to her feet and leans down to whisper in you ear. Still rubbing soft and slow circles. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good job. You did such a good job.” Her voice coaxes you from whatever spell the pleasure has you under.
She laughs at the soft, dazed smile on your lips. The one that disappears when you hear “Preforms! Five minutes! Come to the stage now!”
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kawataslvr · 2 days
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im craving some soft Mikey x male reader where reader is Draken’s distant relative coming to visit and really wanted to meet the supposed “Invincible Mikey” and when they do meet, they both like fall for each other immediately but dont say anything and Draken’s just so dumb and needs Emma to spell it out to him and hes just like “ohhh…wait what” and then freaks out not knowing what to do to help or something and Emma just ends up calling Hina and Takemichi to help plan some little date thing for Mikey n reader and Takemichi just ends up like patting Draken’s back saying “its ok to not understand how to be a 3rd wheel” lmfao
anywho, Mikey n reader end up together and have regular doriyaki dates or something <3
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Summary : Fluff ,, He/Him ,, no actual warnings ,, Draken is distant cousins with reader,, a lil ooc ig?
SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IVE JUST BEEN BUSY 😭🙏
A/N : SHDHFJ, please i love soft mikey and you gave me the perfect excuse to write him again.
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Draken and you hung out every once in a while, even with that, you still hadn’t met Mikey in any one of those instances.
Much to your luck, Draken always told you.. but you were still super curious to meet the so called “invincible Mikey” never really getting to see him even if you lived around those parts.
After convincing him to let you meet him, you finally met the so called “Invincible Mikey” much to your surprise he was much more friendly.
Handsome.
Amazing..
Wonderful..
Why was your heart beating so fast now that he wad next to you? You hoped neither Mikey Draken noticed how flustered you were.
Even if Mikey was just as flustered, the conversation went normally. You and Mikey clicked immediately, it was plain to see right away.
Even if you two lived differently.
Draken somehow hadn’t caught on to you twos obvious liking for each other, even if you two were red as tomatoes very time you two accidentally touched.
Of course, when Emma saw you two.. she immediately saw it.
The marria— The way you two looked so cute together. And how both of you were hopelessly inlove.
Emma quickly asked Draken who the guy was , aka you. He told her and she freaked out, starting talking about how you two were perfect together while you and Mikey talked in the distance in the living room.
“Emma the hell do you mean?”
“You don’t see it!? The way Mikey is looking at that dude!?” Draken still didn’t catch whatever Emma was talking about, until they heard Mikey say something.
“You want some Y/N?” Did mikey just offer you his food? Not any, but his Doriyaki? Draken and Emma went silent.
The tall giraffe Draken finally catching on.
“You see what I mean!” Draken nodded and Emma quickly got to scheeming a date for you two.
Calling Takemichi and Hina over to arrange something for the two of you.
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Draken and Takemichi went to go talk to you, Emma and Hina dragging Mikey away while he reluctantly screeched. Not that he couldn’t pull away, but Emma was scary.
You and Takemichi also got along well, but there was an obvious difference between how you and Mikey talked and you and Michi talked. Draken could now tell.
After Emma explained it to him and the hole sharing food situation.
“Mikey, do you like that guy!?”
“eh!?” Mikey was filled with confusion, not because he didnt. But did he make it that obvious? Did Y/N notice?
“It’s obvious! you like him right!?”
“I- Yeah I guess!?”
Mikey didnt really know how to react.
one second he was on the couch with you, and the next Hina and Emma were planning a date for him.
It took a bit of courage to ask you out on said date though.
alot.
alot of courage.
“Y/N, would you like to.. go out on a date with me?”
your heart didnt have to be pounding so fast. It really didn’t nevertheless you accepted his invite and got ready.
Freaking out internally about it.
After a bit of help from Hina (emma helped mikey.. the two planned this out step by step)
you got ready for the date and so did Mikey.
Draken and Takemichi felt like third wheels, Takemichi was used to this while he patted Draken on the back and said “Its okay, you’re gonna get used to this..”
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You and Mikey were so nervous during the date, even if you two were talking normally yesterday.
You both assumed this silly little first sight crush would pass eventually.
Not end up like this.
Why were you so nervous? It was going great, if anything the sate was amazing.
You two ended up being closer, maybe Draken letting you meet Mikey wasn’t a bad idea.
At all.
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ellilyre · 2 days
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Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that
Leo transmasc headcanon
(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. It’s not true.))
(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)
it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect… His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered. 
However, it didn’t go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away. 
There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool. 
Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume he’s cis.
Don’t ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. It’s a long and weird story.
The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms. 
Piper was his roommate, that’s how they met. 
In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known he’s trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).
But Jason doesn’t have much (any) education on transidentity… At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that “ooh ok that makes sense". 
Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet. 
He has such a fragile masculinity 
Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. He’s aware he’s acting like an asshole but he’s terrified of being perceived as feminine. 
Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.
He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.
Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks. 
Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular… Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious. 
He is very envious of other boys in general. 
When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the men’s restroom…
Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that they’re gonna find out. 
And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys… And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either. 
Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others. 
Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.
The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc she’s cool and wise and nice. 
And then he saw it actually was ok. She didn’t treat him any differently, she didn’t tell anyone else. She was cool with it.
He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piper’s help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico. 
He’s not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And it’s enough. 
He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. He’s still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.
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therwriter · 2 days
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The way Arknights pulls from real world history is fascinating, especially the way it mixes and matches different parts of history, and historical geopolitics, to create such a fascinating, rich world that utilises our understanding of the real world to add depth and realism to its themes while still being a science-fantasy setting with magic, gods and eldritch horrors
The way Arknights pulls from real world history is also infuriating, because I feel like I need in-depth knowledge of the entire history of the globe over the last 200 years to really get into what they're putting down here.
The founding of the US and war of independence is within living memory, but it is also the cold war nuclear/space arms race. WWI is on the horizon. The imperial conquest of much of the globe has not yet started in earnest but is coming soon. France no longer exists and Iberia is essentially post-apocalyptic.
I think it draws most heavily from the 19th century, specifically the late 19th century, but it also draws on a lot of other time periods and situations too. It's obviously deliberate since every location is named and patterned after real world nations, meant to be like our world but not quite. Feels like there's a lot that could be talked about with the geopolitics of Arknights, but I don't know enough to get into it right now.
The one that bugs me the most is France. Why was it destroyed? What was the war of the four emperors? I'm sure HG is cooking something but I don't know enough continental European history to figure it out!!
Very funny that fantasy Australia is a mining company in a trenchcoat with a population predominantly made up of an invasive species though. Real subtle HG.
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