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privitivium · 3 months

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Massive size diff knight! TopSub Male reader and a BottDom feminine looking guy reader thought was a girl at the brothel <3

fem dombot amab m x shy knight amab m reader.....

made me smile so hard. i love this ideaso MUCH hmrmghhgh. a bit short, partially written in hc format?? ish?? ideas compiled together ahemhrm.. apologies. unnamed oc, i saw this with a cocky reader but also a shy reader. i ,,, i'm doing shy reader,,,, i'll recycle the idea with cocky reader with same concept for the character and make it much more articulated than this. SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!

cw;; character is MEAN!-ish. belly bulge, jerkin you off..

it all begins with your knightly companions telling you to loosen up and join them on their escapades on the town.. “You're the biggest guy yet you don't get any pussy?? come on, man, let us treat you!!” pressured into joining them rather easily. so sensitive.

immediately falling in the hands of a woman as you saw it, the one who greeted you gleefully as you entered the lodge. the pretty lady taking advantage of the fact that you were most definitely ogling him, making him giddy that you were admiring him… you were shamelessly obvious, surely without meaning to.. the woman, noting that you were obviously dragged here by your companions, and ultimately a little iffy about the ordeal; yes that much he can definitely see.. the other women, picking them off one by one and all that's left was you - ( from him telling them to avoid you to leave you for him.. despite their complaints - “wanting that big guy all to themselves.” LIKE HELL!!! )

you're all his, even if you don't know it.. sauntering up to you, making small talk.. wavy-haired brunette dressed in burnt orange and red rags of a dress, so dainty and tiny. you, awkwardly closed in on yourself as the presumed woman drapes herself along your shoulders, god she was so tiny - wanting to compare hand sizes - the thought alone makes your dick twitch,,,, refraining from asking why and how exactly she ended up hereㅡnot wanting to pry.. then, she asking you invasive questions herselfㅡ “don't you wanna join your friends up there?” of course you did. you didn't want to be an outcast. you're a sensitive man and you can't handle that!!! “y-yes.” choking out a soft answer, awkward.

the woman smiled widely as if crazed.. eagerly pulling you up the stairs and down the hall to an empty room, passed all the sounds of sex in the othersㅡhe was eager, as you sit yourself down stiffly.. he introduces a bit of gentle foreplay, as it not to startle you.. before he decided he, himself, cannot handle this any longer. shucking off your pants with a surprising amount of strength - unwinding you of your armor before you gently push him away, pulling it off to get it out of the way for the woman.. so considerate.. doing the same as you, "to get it out of the way"... letting his dress fall to the floor, pooling around his feet before he was sitting on your lapㅡ

“a - a dick..” you mutter, surprised - face burning uncomfortably at the sight of the bulge, visible underneath his thin underwearㅡbreathless, as their thumb thumb at the slit of your tip, lubing their digit in your dribbling pre-cumㅡ“yes.. a dick." he hisses softly, playfully as he shows off. "i am a guy.” the wavy haired brunette hummed delicately, “you don't have a problem with that though, huh?” he teases, gripping the base of your naked cock and slowly stroking upwards. excruciating… “no signs of softening, still humping into my hand.. you're just too easy!”

he was eager. too eager-! keeping a plug inside him every other day throughout the day just to prepare him for when he's on the receiving end.. shakily breathing underneath your massive build, laid out on the bed and choking on his spit as he feels the tip of your cock prod at his entrance.. you ere obviously more nervous than him.. pushing forward, tip disappearing inside him;; managing to get passed his previously finger-stretched hole - it was obviously not enough, as you had a hard time pushing into him.. going excruciatingly slow, as you didn't want to hurt him - ever so thoughtfulㅡ“hurry..” he breathed out, wanting to feel, feel how fucking painful it would hurt - and yes, you did hurry; thrusting your hips forward and whimpering at how tight and warm he was strung out on your cock,,, “g-good..” he manages to choke outㅡa small protuberance visible on his abdomen as you fill him conpletely, snug as a bugㅡ

at the sight, you grow so worried despite trembling with pleasure at the way his hole convulsed tightly around yr thick cock, running a shaky callous hand over his abdomen; over the prominent bulge poking from his belly - yet making no move to pull out,,, “are you okay..?? are you - you okay?!?” your voice pinches, squeaky, a contrast to how you were just before ( trying to be all “cool-like” ), he'd whimper, trying to gather himself - one of the largest he's had and my god he is never letting you go - wanting to make you ultimately addicted to his feelin.. “fine! fine-!!! f-fuck, just..” he would have a hard time trying to gather himself,, the pleasuring sting of stretching his insides… his cock leaking, spurting cum just from that,,, still, ever so worried as you stay stationed inside him, cockwarming,,,

he'd get the hang of it soon enough, insides molded to the shape of your cock… switching positions and sliding up slowly and slamming himself down - whimpering and relishing in the way you cried tears of pleasure from him, knowing that it's him, and not some other person giving you this sort of tear-stricken pleasure.,, before he pulls the reins, finally getting a hold of himself and calming down,,, telling you how pathetic you were for no apparent reason - relishing in he way he feels you throb inside him at that,,

would insult you - annoyingly enough. but you weren't one to complain. “you're so sloppy… what, are you that much of a virgin??” ( even if you werent. ) before sucking you off - mocking you in a mewling time that you're so weak for him, always coming back,,,. ahem hrm. obviously, having no qualms about taking your virginity if it's going to him… he was a bit too obsessed at first sight, he admits, but of course he's not gonna NOT show you how much he loves seeing you, a big muscly man so pathetic for him whos so much smaller than you,,,

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partycatty · 3 months

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I have this idea:

Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)

johnny cage > zip me up

johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?

warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL

notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing

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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.

"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."

you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"

"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.

"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."

"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."

"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"

"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"

you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.

"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."

"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.

"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."

"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."

"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."

you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.

"i don't have a dress-"

"i'll buy you twenty."

"nobody knows who i am-"

"eyes'll be on me."

"what if someone laughs at me?"

"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."

you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.

"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.

"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."

"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."

"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."

"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!

you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.

sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.

you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.

"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"

he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.

"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."

johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.

"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."

even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.

perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.

after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.

it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.

"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."

you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.

after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.

"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.

you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.

"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.

"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."

eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.

his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.

the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.

you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.

as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.

"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."

"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.

"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.

you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.

"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."

"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."

"just okay?"

"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."

"do you want me to stop?"

"...no."

"good girl."

he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.

johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.

"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."

he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.

"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"

your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.

you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.

"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.

his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.

"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.

"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."

he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.

"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."

you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.

his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.

"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."

johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.

he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.

"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."

you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."

"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."

he doesn't really regret it.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #marley writes ☆

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leannswritings · 4 months

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“Take it”

Warning : smut, age gap maybe iffy??

Summary: After being saved you start dating your savior, after being left after little to no attention you take things to your own hands (literally)

Pairing : Seok-Chan x Fem!Reader

A/N : sorry for the very late update I’ve been so busy y’all, hope y’all enjoy. (apologies for the ending I feel like it was slow)

It's been pretty rough so far since this apocalypse has started, I mean your family is gone and those you thought were there to help you left you for dead. Seok-chan was the soldier to find you in the rumble of your apartments when the platoon was out looking for supplies.

After learning more about you he felt sympathetic toward you, the fact that you were much younger than him made it worse for him to think about. You could have been going to college or hanging out with friends if this had never happened, but now look at you, you even struggled to talk to others.

Seok-chan was one of the people you could talk to, maybe it was the fact he was the one to save you or the sweet mature older guy troupe he gave off. Whatever it was that attracted you to him, wouldn't go away, leaving you with what you thought the only option was, to confess.

You overthought it many times because of the age gap between you two, I mean a 5 to 6-year age gap is quite much to think about, I mean what would the others think? You were quite young, would he even want to date someone so young? Many questions echoed in your mind before and during your short confession.

Your face during this confession was more awkward and nervous than usual, you couldn't even talk or confess like you would normally, but of course, seok-chan was still patient with you and listened to you. Seok-chan had this sweet soft look on his face, his eyes locked on you, giving off the soft warm candlelight feeling. He knew what you were attempting to confess yet he waited for you, instead of interjecting.

Looking back on that, if you were in his place you wouldn't have accepted the confession, but he did, and it has now been a couple of weeks since y'all started dating. Many times things got heated but it always came to a pause because he would have to run errands for the platoon. You knew he couldn't help it so you brushed it off, but the more it happened, the more you started to get bothered by it. I mean who would want to be left horny and alone? Your libido was at its highest peak, it's like the more you avoided it the more it chased after you.

Today must have been your breaking point because the actions you were doing were not on the calm and patient side of things. You found yourself wrapped up in his bedsheets while waiting for him to come back from a meeting. Desires must have been raining down on you heavily by the way your body reacted to just a simple nasty thought of him. The room began to be filled with the sounds of whimpers, moans, and wetness. You must have been going at it for a while because you never noticed that the door had opened and Seok-chan had walked in.

“Darling..”

Hell. Fucking hell. You stopped in your tracks due to the embarrassment of being caught doing something so dirty in a bed that's not even yours. You quickly sit up and grab the covers to cover yourself.

“I'm sorry..”

Seok-chan looked as if he couldn't care less what happened before or while he was walking in, but looked as if what he was about to do was life-changing, his face was so attractive at the moment that you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

“For what… looking Heavenly?”

He started to walk towards you as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off as he leaned in for a kiss. After taking off his shirt he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss, his knees hitting the top of the bed as he climbed onto it. He must have felt the same way that you have for the past few days as he had not questioned you and quickly decided to join you, he took no time with this make-out session, his tongue finding itself fighting with yours roughly as he placed you onto your back after letting go of your face. Leading this make-out session for a while, hovering over you, Your hand sinks back to where it previously was.

“You can't wait huh?”

His hands slowly followed the same path your hands took down your stomach, his hands being rougher and bigger than yours, making your body shudder. You've never been so jealous of a gun, hell that stupid gun got to feel his hands before you, but maybe that gun was the reason for his rough hands which you then felt somewhat grateful for. His thumb rubbed against your clit while you continued to use your fingers to thrust into yourself, Seok-chan kissed and licked your neck leaving marks.

The room was yet again filled with moans and other unholy sounds, making you thankful the walls were concrete so it was harder to hear through. His normally big and bright eyes were now looking half open, full of yearning and lustful. He continued to look back between your face and body to make sure you wouldn't be uncomfortable with anything or suddenly want to quit, LIKE hell you were going to ever think about stopping at this point, this is all you've been wanting for weeks on end, but the thought of him caring so much about your pleasure only made this knot in your stomach rise even quicker. The heat storm came before you noticed, making you cum without any prior notation that you would. Seok lifted his head from your stomach due to the noises that just left your mouth, also removing his thumb from your clit.

“Are you all done? We don't have to continue”

That had to be the sweetest yet dumbest shit you've heard, for one he was going through hell being held back by those pants, you could see print due to how tight it was against him. For two, there's no way in hell you would just let it end right there.

“Are you dumb”

You grab his face with both of your hands pulling him back into a kiss, one of your hands soon leaving his face and going to his pants, playing around with his belt, finally starting to unbuckle the belt and unzipping his pants. You stuck your hands into his pants, you’ve felt him during previous make-out sessions but it didn't even compare to what was in your grasp now. When you started to stroke him you could hear and feel his grunts against your skin, but all you thought about was how he would fit inside of you, the thought spread fear across your mind and body but the fear wasn't in a bad way if anything that fear was amazing to think about. He seemed as if he was about to prepare you for what was about to come but changed his mind as his hands that were going towards your lower half decided to just grab your legs, positioning them more towards his waist before putting his hands onto your hips. This gave you the signal of what he wanted, causing you to remove your hand. He lined himself up with you but you soon put your hand on his chest so he would stop for just a second

“That's not…”

You paused in the middle because you felt embarrassed to say it, I mean the cliche “it's not gonna fit” phrase who would want to say that aloud?

“It's ok, I'll go slow”

The look in his eyes couldn't have made you agree quicker, a man staring at you with care and compassion at this moment, you couldn't have nodded any quicker, not like you were going to say no anyway.

He slowly entered you, causing you to grip onto his shoulders like it was a blessing in disguise. Your walls gripped onto him tightly, driving him to grip your hips even harder, his grip was so hard you wouldn't be surprised if it left a mark.

You started to think this had to be another version of Cockwarming because it felt like an eternity with no movement though it had only been no more than a minute before he slowly started to move. You've never been thankful for such slow movements, sounds that sounded like honey to him started coming from your mouth.

“You're taking it well huh.. pretty girl…”

Fuck it man, this man is making you experience so many things that you've never felt, such a nickname caused you to tighten the wrap your legs had on him. Throwing all the soft and slow out the window you started to tap his shoulder to tell him to go faster, though he didn't need your tapping to tell due to the begging look in your eyes. He soon began to pick up his speed, this was so electrifying it sent you to cloud nine, your hands didn't know if you should grab his hands or shoulders at first but then you stuck to sinking your nails into his back and clawing away, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your walls kept squeezing him, the knot in your stomach began uprising quickly. He seemed to have overstimulated your mind and body by the way you couldn't even say anything, your moans and cries were random jibberish, it wouldn't have even been surprising if you were drooling. He was hitting all the right spots, it didn't take long for you to hit your orgasm, your back arching. Seok-chan continued with his thrust, abusing your extra sensitivity at the moment. He soon pulled out to spill onto your stomach. You both stayed in the same spot trying to calm your mind and body, the room being full of heavy breathing. Time went by.

“You alright?”

Seok-Chan asked as he cleaned you up, you nodded as he got up from the bed to put the cloth away. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, that man tired you out, usually, you could last long but this time was different. When he had finally walked back towards the bed you were sound asleep, he climbed into the bed next to you making sure to cover you up, rubbing your back to make sure you slept comfortably.

#ao3 #fanfic #sweet home #sweet home x reader #seokchan x reader

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Pearl: Thank you very much. "How do you feel about people shipping your character, not you as a person. You're your own person and don't need others being weird about your ships." I mean, when it comes to me and just myself as a- Sorry, I can't build while I'm doing this question. When it comes to me and shipping and also my character, I kind of embody myself in my character. So whenever someone does kind of headcanony-type stuff with my creator character, it kind of feels like they're headcanoning me in some way when it comes to shipping and things like that. I tend to don't mind as much nowadays. Like, before I used to kind of mind a little bit more because I did kind of put myself in my character a bit more back then than I do now, but- Sorry this answer is probably an absolute mess, but I don't think I mind as much these days.

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Pearl: Before I used to kind of mind a little bit more because I did kinda put myself in my character a bit more back then than I do now. But- so in a sense this is probably an absolute mess, but I don't think I mind as much these days. I'm not exactly comfortable with shipping, but at that point, I just don't really look at that stuff, you know. It's like kind of like people do what they want to do, just no not-safe-for-work content by any means. Just don't main-tag any of it, cause things like Twitter and Tumblr and all that kind of stuff, I do look at the main tags, but I don't look at anything else. So, if you do want to ship, don't main-tag it and nothing not-safe-for-work cause that's really uncomfortable. Otherwise, I don't really care too much about it. I'm not going to like-

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Pearl: I'm not gonna like block people's- I don't know how to word it really. I can't word today. This is one of the worst days for me being able to word things. But, at the end of the day, neh, if it's separated from me individually as a person in real life, you do what you want, it's all right. Just no not-safe-for-work. And don't main-tag. There you go. That's a much clearer, defined answer. As long as it's not me in real life and it's just a character that's fictional and isn't inappropriate and isn't main-tagged, all good, it's fine. "It's gotta be such an odd thing to have to process as a creator." Yeah, it's something you kinda gotta figure out how to navigate around.

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Pearl: I'm kinda iffy about it to begin with is because people would ship me like on my streams and in my videos and in my comments. And I think Gem's talked about this before cause I think people have asked Gem the same question, and she's kind of the same as me – is that in the past it was a very common thing that we would record a video with a male friend or just a male colleague in general and then any time we did that we would get shipped in our Youtube comments and in our streams. It would be said every time, like, "Oh, I totally ship these two together" as something we could read directly to us. And that's the part that I didn't like. It's like, I didn't want to see that. Specifically as well, when people are in relationships, it just gets really awkward. So, you know, don't do it in the main spaces and it just kinda- People were seriously saying, "Oh, you two should be a couple" whenever we recorded.

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Pearl: So that's why I was a little more uncomfy with it back in the past because it was just such a common thing. And I just didn't like it. I was like nah, I didn't want to see any of that. So, didn't enjoy it at all. And of course I'm with Karn nowadays. Like if you want to ship me with anyone, ship me with Karn because Karn and I are actually dating. Like, that's fine. I don't have a problem with that. But anyone else is just- It gets real uncomfortable.

#empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #pearlescentmoon #season 1 #season 2 #long post

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canonically, is percy the type of person that’s too embarrassed/stuffy to say “i love you” or show pda to vex in public?

You seem to be asking for a straightforward ruling and sadly, I cannot give you one because you're assuming the factors in play and assuming, so far as I can tell, wrongly.

Percy is a very private person. He's hesitant to show affection to anyone, even Keyleth - his best friend and one of the only people he reliably accepts hugs from in the whole group. Even Vex's kisses to his cheek make him blushy and stuttery before they get together, but it's not really about him being embarrassed or stuffy - it's upbringing and trauma.

The man was tortured, remember. He has every reason to be incredibly iffy about touch, especially non-consensual touch, from relative strangers and people he doesn't like or trust.

Additionally, Percy has said before "We didn't touch in my family," and Taliesin has elaborated that he was kind of riffing on a British/Prussian idea of stoicism and not showing affection much even within family. Percy isn't really that opposed to physical affection, he's just more used to verbal expression of affection and gift-giving, and was probably taught that needing physical affection was childish - everyone else's liking for it (aside, notably, from Vex) probably contributed to his feeling like the only adult in the room.

He rarely initiates hugs - usually only when he's drunk or highly emotional or both and usually with Keyleth - and rarely initiates physical affection at all - other exceptions being things like the kiss with Vex - and has been known to recoil from physical affection with certain people - Tiberius after the Slayer's Take; one can point out Percy was recovering from injuries, but he did also accept Keyleth hugs then despite that. We also know that when in a bad mood with someone - Keyleth, after he got blinded because of her - he can be more standoffish, because Percy is a prickly bastard sometimes, especially when he feels hurt or betrayed.

I mean, why wouldn't he? The most significant time he was hurt and betrayed, his personal tutor betrayed his whole family and he was tortured. What started out as probably a mild teenage defensiveness has been drastically amplified by severe trauma.

Further, Percy has his own self-worth issues; combined with his upbringing he is very unlikely to impose his desires on others especially where they relate to affection. It gets easier the longer and better he knows someone - hence his increased ease hugging Keyleth over the course of the campaign, and how he's perfectly comfortable going arm in arm with Vex at several points.

And tying back to what I said earlier - Percy is fine with verbal expressions of affection; it's actually the thing he's most comfortable with - and even sometimes tips his hand with, because he can be so verbally expressive. Who here remembers "Never forget you're my favourite and I'm so sorry"? Verbal affection is far and away what Percy is most comfortable with, closely followed by gift-giving. His awkwardness around physical affection isn't stuffiness or embarrassment - it's his upbringing and his trauma. He gets more affectionate as it goes on and while his sense of privacy means he clearly has some ideas of what is and isn't appropriate - "This is a deeply inappropriate convincing mena-mechanism and it is working" when Vex is holding his face in front of everyone to convince him to come with her to Elysium - he also has no compunctions being sickeningly cute with her verbally and kissing her in public - remember the debate over who gets death ward? And the fact that, when told to "Just kiss already" both Laura and Taliesin just went "we do"?

So, TL;DR: It's not embarrassment or stuffiness that makes Percy hesitant with physical affection, it's his upbringing and trauma, and over time, he gets increasingly at ease with it when it's people he likes and trusts. Verbal affection, meanwhile, is absolutely one of his most preferred ways to express affection, and he is absolutely unstinting in it.

He's never going to be unable to say "I love you" to Vex in public - when fighting Thordak he goes out of his way to reassure Vex that of all the things he regrets, being with her and showing his love for her is not one of those things. Percy is deeply considerate of his loved ones (if not always the most reliable about it with others and people he's drifted from, see: Cassandra) and, knowing her self-worth issues, he is never going to let Vex doubt he loves her. He may have compunctions about certain forms of publicly shown affection, due to his upbringing and the etiquette he was raised with and his sense of privacy, but he also knows how easily some of that could, for Vex, butt up against her feeling unwanted or like something to be ashamed of and hidden, and he will never ever contribute to those feelings. Percy loves Vex, is aware of her self-worth issues and the trauma she gained from Syngorn, and will do everything in his power to reassure her and help her feel loved. Even if that means he feels uncomfortable - before Umbrasyl, the soot facepaint, Percy refusing until Vex draws a line down his face and his only response is "I feel violated but thank you".

Percy has his hangups, but he will always end up doing all he can to set those aside if he thinks they'll hurt Vex. He loves her and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her.

#percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #perc'ahlia #vox machina #anonymous #ask #living up to my username #cr meta

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Her: Chapter Two

These chapters are much longer than the prologue, but this one is a few hundred short of the last chapter.

Feedback for this would also be amazing as well, especially since I feel pretty iffy about this chapter

CW- Deadnaming, insecurity, but other than that, it's a pretty wholesome chapter I think.

They told their mom as soon as they decided.

They didn’t know if their father overheard or not, but the next thing they knew, he was telling them that he was staying at Jerry’s for a while.

He said that they were welcome to visit.

They didn’t think they would.

By the time their mom reached Paul, the work week had started again, and Paul told her that he’d be busy until that weekend.

They spent the rest of the week slowly tidying up for the visit.

Paul was very boring looking. He was just an average guy.

“You must be my…” Paul stopped talking, realising his mistake. “It’s nice to meet you, Kai,” He said instead, giving up on his original statement completely. “Your mother tells me you’re going into your freshman year?”

“Yeah,” They responded. “I’m actually excited, I’m gonna be in Geometry next year, since I took Algebra in my eighth grade year! I’m gonna be one of the only freshman amongst sophomores!”

They really were excited. The topic shook their nerves nearly immediately.

“Although, I think I’m gonna quit the swim team,” They said.

“Oh,” Their mom remarked. “Sorry. I mean, it’s not surprising, this is just the first I’m hearing about it officially. Y’know what, I’m gonna go make dinner.” She rushed off, trying to avert the awkwardness.

“Why do you think you’re gonna quit?” Paul asked.

He seemed in between uncomfortable, anxious and just straight up socially awkward. But that was okay! Kai was feeling that way too!

“Well, I, uh…” They swallowed. “It’s a girl’s team.”

“Ah, yeah,” Paul said, seeming to understand immediately. “Your, uh, your mom told me that you’re feeling a little nebulous about your identity. And that’s super fine, we all go through that.”

“Really?” They asked with a small laugh, not believing it in the slightest.

“Sure! I mean, I went through it at least twice. And learning about the world helps us learn about ourselves,” He said. “When I was in high school, I came out as bisexual, but I’m actually somewhere on the ace-spectrum, which means I’m not really attracted to anyone in general. Some people, sure, but not a lot.”

“Oh,” Kai hummed.

“Labels can change more than once, is what I’m saying,” Paul said, “So there’s no rush to get it right the first time.”

“Okay,” Kai said quietly. “You seem to know a lot about this.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve had this conversation,” Paul admitted. “My buddy Bill has a daughter, and she had trouble with her identity too. And Bill said he was out of his element, but claimed since I knew what I was in high school, that I’d be great at it!”

“I mean, you seem pretty great at it.”

“I wasn’t before, she’s actually how I figured out I’m asexual, because we kept talking in circles, and uh…” Paul looked around. “She had her friend Ziggs over and we all got high, and that really helped.”

Kai barked a laugh. They were not expecting that.

“Yeah, it was a weird experience. Being high with two highschoolers and a basically sober one? Very odd thing to go through as a man in his late twenties,” He said, his eyes wide and staring off, as if he were recalling a war story.

“Isn’t that three high schoolers total?” Kai asked. “Who was the other one?”

“Oh, Alice’s friend Deb,” Paul said. He cocked his head momentarily in thought. “Well, friends at the time. They’re dating now, going on a year I think.”

“Oh,” Kai said again. “That’s nice.”

“I think so too,” Paul said. “Bill’s still getting used to it. I think it just stresses him out, since he wasn’t able to figure it out or help. He thinks that Alice and I bonded better in that one day than they have from her whole life.” Paul shook his head. “I don’t think so. He tries really hard for her. She thinks they might be getting a divorce, which I haven’t seen first hand, but I understand. And she told me she wanted to live with him. And I think that’s just about as good as you can get with being a parent.”

“I’d want to live with my mom,” Kai said. “No offense.”

“None taken, I don’t like my brother either,” Paul said, shaking his head. “Anyway, maybe I could get you in contact with Alice. It might help to be around people your age. Or, y’know, I think my other… co-worker has a little brother your age.”

“Really?” Kai asked. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know his brother’s name, sorry. But my co-workers name is Ted Spankoffski, if that means anything to you.”

“The last name sounds familiar,” Kai said. “I might’ve had classes with him before.”

“Probably,” Paul said. “Your mom said you’re a smart kid. And that kid is a nerd.” Kai laughed.

“No shame in that,” They said, motioning to their admittedly geeky Doctor Who shirt.

“Never said there was,” Paul said, putting up his hands half-defensively.

“Kai, could you come set the table!” Their mother called from the other room.

Kai excused themselves and began setting the table. They set it the same as they always did, since their father wasn’t there.

Kai heard the door open. Maybe Paul left something in his car. They were setting silverware next to the plates when they heard yelling.

They froze and their breathing became shallow. Their eyes glassed over.

It hadn’t even been very long since they last heard their name— their real name. But it hurt.

Eventually the yelling became more muffled and Paul walked into the kitchen.

“There was a kid at the door,” He said, seeming stunned.

“Sorry,” Kai said, their voice creaking.

“Whoa, ho,” Paul said, rushing to their side. “It’s not your fault, it’s okay.”

It was their fault. It felt like their fault. Whoever it was was looking for them.

“Okay?” Paul asked, realising that Kai hadn’t really processed what he said. Kai nodded, shaking slightly.

“Okay…”

“Okay.”

“Okay!” Their mom said, entering the room. “Dinner’s ready.”

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A few weeks later, their mom, Paul, and Paul’s friends/co-workers set up a get together at a local restaurant.

There was a girl with dark red hair, along with one with ginger hair. There was a kid sitting on the other side of Kai, with dark hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, showing a slightly overgrown undercut.

Next to the red haired girl was a black man who reminded Kai of his classmate Jason. Across from him, a white moustached man— definitely related to undercut.

“Alright, so, everyone, this is my… the child of my brother. Their name is Kai. Kai, this is Alice, Deb, Bill, Ted, and…”

“Peter,” The person sitting next to Kai said.

“Peter,” Paul said with a polite smile. “They’re all like us.” He looked down at his utensils awkwardly. “Except Bill,” He said, “Bill is a cishet man, he just happens to have a lesbian daughter.”

“Oh, our friend Ziggs is coming too,” Alice said. “They’re wrapping up a… at work right now.”

“Ziggs?” Kai asked.

“Yep,” Deb said.

“That’s… not a name.”

Deb and Alice giggled to each other.

“Yeah, that’s not really a thing,” Peter said. “I know someone called Stopwatch.” He cocked his head slightly, indicating thought. “Well, technically his legal name is going to be Daniel, but that’s just for job applications and stuff. He doesn’t want to be discriminated against for being trans.”

“Names are just as made up as everything else,” Deb said. “Oh, speaking of made up gender stuff. Pronouns, c’mon.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Paul said. “I use he/him, but they/them are cool too.”

“She/They,” Deb said.

“I use she/her, but not super exclusively either,” Alice said. Her whole demeanour was kind of nervous. She was playing with the sleeves pulled over her hands.

“Uhh,” Bill said. “He/Him? I don’t really understand it…” Pete leaned over to talk to Richie quietly.

“We keep trying to tell him that he’s greygender, but he doesn’t get the whole thing,” He said.

“I use he/him,” Ted said, seeming a bit annoyed.

“He/Him,” Peter said too.

And now all eyes were on Kai. They looked down.

“Uh,” They hesitated. “I don’t know. I-I’m not a girl though…”

“Ah,” Peter said. “Yeah, I feel that.”

“Don’t we all,” A new unknown voice said. When Kai looked back up, there was someone else sitting at the table, next to Deb.

They had dark hair poking out of their beanie, an eyebrow slit, and wore a sleeveless turtleneck.

“Hey, Ziggs, they/them. My friends call me Ziggy. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay,” Kai said meekly.

Ziggs’ whole attitude make Kai nervous, but in a… good way? It kind of reminded them of—

“So you’re questioning your identity, huh?” Ziggs asked. “I do not miss that.” Deb backhanded their arm.

“What they mean is, they understand. And it can be a long journey, but it’s worth it. Labels like the ones under LGBTQIA+ umbrella can really help you understand yourself.”

“And make you more comfortable with yourself,” Peter said. “I lived like a girl for nearly twelve years, and I feel much more happy now.”

“It shows too,” Ted said. “I mean, he’s still a total scrub, but at least he feels like going outside sometimes. Even if it’s just once a month.” He punctuated his statement with a noogie upon Pete’s head, who shoved his arm away. “He’s actually enrolling in a tap class, fuckin’ finally!”

“I’ve been wanting to,” Peter admitted, “And mom says it’ll help me… make friends.”

“I asked out Deb,” Alice said. “A-After I figured myself out.”

“We were just friends before that,” Deb commented.

“You were friends before?” Kai asked.

“Yeah,” Deb said. “For like three years.”

“Weren’t… Weren’t you afraid it’d change your relationship?”

“Uh, no?” Deb said. “We wanted our relationship to change.”

“But what if you broke up, what then?” Kai asked, their voice laced with anxiety and speed. “And what if you learned something new about your identity, and that made them stop loving you, even platonically? What if you don’t actually… like each other like that…” They slowed down at the end there.

Alice was shaking, which Deb must’ve noticed. She took Alice’s hand.

“It’s worth the risk,” They said. “And we were really good friends before. If that friendship couldn’t survive a change in relationship and a change back, then it wouldn’t have survived our lives in the long run. And y’know. It’s survived this long.”

“I’m guessing you’ve got a friend you like?” Ziggs asked.

“I, I don’t know for sure if I like him. I just don’t want him dating someone else,” Kai admitted. “A-And I don’t think he’d like me now that I’m… like this.”

“Have you talked to him about it.”

“I don’t want to,” Kai spat immeaditely. “I don’t want him to think of me differently.”

“Isn’t that the whole point though?” Peter asked. “Like, he’d see you as… not what you really are otherwise.”

“So?” Kai asked. “He likes me like that. He likes that me.”

“If he likes that you, he’ll like this you,” Ziggs said. “Like, if he likes you for reals, then yeah, he’ll like you like this.” They chuckled. “I mean, I wasn’t always like this. But when I came out to my friends and family, they accepted me. My mom’s paying for me to get a septum piercing next month.”

“But if they don’t accept you,” Paul said, “That doesn’t mean they never loved you. It just means they’re too shallow to let their image of you change.” Kai smiled weakly, knowing he was probably just adding to that because of his own brothers.

“I just, it’s easier this way.” Kai said. “Maybe I’ll change my mind.” They sighed and slouched down into their chair. “I just want to start over.”

“Well,” Peter said. “Maybe you can. We’re in the same grade, yeah?” Kai shifted in their seat under the anxiety that Pete might know who they really are. They nodded. “That means we’re going to high school next year. Everything’s gonna be different. Now’s the time to change.”

“It’s not the worst idea,” Ziggs said with a small nod. “I did that on accident I think,” They said with a laugh. “There are definitely people at school who don’t realise who I used to be. You have plenty of time to figure out who you want to be. A few more months.”

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea either though,” Paul said. “But I’ll help with whatever you need. We could probably get your name changed too if you want.”

“Isn’t that expensive?”

“Aren’t your parents getting divorced?” Ted asked, getting everyone’s attention. “The judge can change your last name to your mom’s depending on the situation.”

“Why do you know that?” Bill asked.

“I agree,” Peter said, “Our parents are not divorced.”

“Our parents never even got legally married,” Ted said. “Just had a party and exchanged rings.”

“That makes it even weirder that you know!” Peter exclaimed.

“He’s right though,” Paul said. “And you’re definitely going to be put in your mother’s custody. I’ll testify against your dad.”

“Thanks,” Kai said. “I don’t know yet though.”

“And I’ve already got your mother set up with my uncle. He’s an attorney. Luckily I got to him before my brother did. Not that I think he’d be on his side. He’s been in numerous relationships with men.”

“Here,” Ziggs said, pulling a small pen that seemed to have been tucked under their beanie, behind their ear. “I’ll write down our information. And if you need to talk to someone your age about help with your identity, or the divorce, or anything else…” They held the pen to their lips momentarily. “Just text whoever you need.” They continued writing. “Alice, are you okay with me putting you on here?” Alice nodded.

They continued to write down phone numbers and usernames for themself and their friends.

“Peter, I don’t have your stuff, do you want to add them?” Peter held his hands out for the napkin and pen.

He wrote slowly and carefully to help preserve the information on the napkin.

“There,” He said, sliding it over.

The napkin had each name, followed by a colon and the contact information. Next to the highschoolers, there was a symbol to relay what platform was being used, for instagram, snapchat, phone number, and even a crudely drawn discord symbol.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, man,” Deb said. “Us queers gotta stick together, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Alice spoke up. “Even if people here in Hatchetfield are more accepting than most are, there are still some terrible people. And some that just don’t understand.”

“And others who aren’t willing to,” Paul added, thinking back to his side of their family.

“But you’re not alone, okay?” Peter said.

Kai nodded.

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #paul matthews #uncle paul matthews #ted spankoffski #alice woodward #bill woodward #ziggs

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⺡﹐ᶻ🥣﹑リ﹒ ૪゛BAMBAM’S HOUSE

joohyung and yeonjun head over to soloist bambam’s house to shoot an episode and finally get to know each other

outfit | makeup | hair | nails

ィ"I’m nervous~” joohyung whined, as yeonjun rang the doorbell. “Me too, feel my chest.” joohyung placed her hand over yeonjun’s chest feeling his heart beating fast. “We should have had a couple drinks before coming.” joohyung nervously chuckled.

ィ"woah you really are handsome.” bambam said while laughing at yeonjun’s reaction to his compliment. “And everyone is right you do look like an AI no joke.” bambam covered his mouth, as they continued laughing. “Thank you.” Both joohyung and yeonjun thanked bambam.

ィbambam first wanting to ask questions to yeonjun before continuing on to joohyung, just so he gets to know one another. But of course we can’t miss all the free food and drinks the two get.

ィ"honestly, I think very highly of you two.” bambam sincerely spoke to them. “Really?” Both were a bit shock. “You two are just good at dancing and singing even dressing up you guys look so cool.” bambam complimented them. “Oh thank you.” joohyung and yeonjun instantly thanked bambam.

ィbambam asked further more on both of their fashion choices. “I just really love dressing up and I’m so thankful with all the brands I work with and they really inspire me to one day created maybe my own clothing brand.” joohyung answered.

ィjoohyung felt all the awkwardness in the room again so she moved closer to yeonjun and slowly started hugging yeonjun’s right arm. “Oh! Are you two…” bambam moved his hands together while looking at them. joohyung and yeonjun looked at each other before they bursted out laughing. “You got the wrong member!” joohyung covered her mouth, as she laughed. “I’m sorry!” bambam bowed his head embarrassed by the whole situation.

ィ”back to the whole dating thing, so you are dating right?” bambam was still really curious since then and even now dating between idols is a bit taboo mostly in korea because of the fans. “Yes, I am.” joohyung nodded, before taking a sip of her beer. “And it’s between you and another member?” joohyung hummed ‘yes’. “How does that work? Like was the company ok with it? Or is it awkward sometimes in the group?” bambam was asking all the right questions that everyone wonders.

ィ“It was hard at first because the company was a bit iffy about it, so they kept me and Beomgyu apart like I would have to stand on the other side or he would have to. And this is before we actually started dating.” bambam nodded, understanding joohyung. “That’s what made it awkward,” yeonjun added. “It was during I think…’Blue Hour’ and both members were just going through a hard time mentally and then adding this pressure to not getting to close just made it worse.” Yeonjun explained to bambam the hardships the couple went through.

ィ"I think the company saw that we weren’t mentally doing our best because of the pandemic and not seeing our fans, but not being able to act like our true selves. So the company apologized and started supporting us.” joohyung finished her mini story along with answering bambam’s questions.

ィ"joohyung who are you friends with?” bambam just heard about some of yeonjun’s idol friends. “um…I don’t have any.” The three started laughing. “Seriously?” bambam was surprised at joohyung’s answer. “I’m serious. I’m just an awkward person and I don’t know how to start a conversation plus I always stick to my members.”

ィ“I have heard many idols wanting to be your friend, but they always say how intimidating you look so they’re scared to talk to you.” bambam explains to joohyung. “You probably look even more intimidating now with your piercings and everything.” yeonjun turned to joohyung. “Shut up.” joohyung smiled at him.

ィ"if you were able befriend someone right now who would it be?” bambam threw the question to joohyung. “Irene sunbaenim.” joohyung said with no hesitation. “Are you a fan of Red Velvet?” bambam asked. “I don’t really listen to kpop a lot, but I love Red Velvet they’re my number one girl group.” joohyung beamed, just by talking about her favorite group.

ィjoohyung actually enjoyed her time here eating and drinking while having a casual conversation, but before leaving of course they had to give a quick promo to they’re latest album. “Thank you so much for having us and please support and give lots of love to our latest album; the chapter name: freefall with our title track ‘chasing that feeling’~” joohyung quickly added before thanking bambam for the food and drinks including having them on his show.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc #txt

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gracethyomen · 4 months

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“Vague Job Description”

Natalie is the paralegal that's been in love with Matt since she's known him.

Unbeknownst to her, Matt knows all too well how she feels about him, but tries to keep her at arms length to keep her safe.

When she starts to get dragged into the underbelly of hell's kitchen he calls home, some things can no longer remain hidden, and some emotions aren’t so easy to control.

Summary: It’s literally the pilot. First installments are always iffy just bear with me.

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of blood, mention of homicide, SO MUCH PINING. Matt being a human disaster, Natalie being a simp. Matt also being a simp but quieter. These two idiots can’t express their feelings for the life of them.

"Foggy." The automated voice on his phone droned. "Foggy. Foggy."

Matt sighed, reaching to accept the call before sitting up. "Hello?" He answered, yawning widely.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Foggy chirped from the other side of the line. The sounds of other peoples' footsteps and the general business of Hell's Kitchen coming with it.

"What time is it?" He fingered the silk fabric of his sheets, savoring the feeling between his fingertips. Far too happy to lay back down for the time being.

"Half past get the hell up," Foggy replied. "Let's go! We gotta meet the real estate agent in..." He paused, Matt assumed to check his watch. "45."

"Usually, Nat calls me when i'm late." He pointed out, effectively ignoring Foggy's instructions.

"Nat's not answering her phone. She's probably already finding stuff to do." Foggy rationalized, the sound of people talking now starting to overcome him. What he said was odd. Nat usually always picked up her phone, even when she was so hungover she sounded like she'd been hit by a train. "Must've stayed out too late."

"She tell you about any dates or something last night?" Matt pushed, feeling an unwelcome dart of worry run through him for a split second.

"Aw, Matt, you do care. I'll need to get that in writing and give it to Nat for her birthday. She might cry." Foggy said sarcastically. "Seriously, get moving. I've got to go bribe a cop."

"Ah, Foggy." Matt warned, standing up to grab his phone, wandering into his living room.

"Kidding, NSA, if you're listening. But really, yeah, I gotta bribe a cop."

Matt shook his head smiling, and started his morning routine.

"You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices. Corner suite has a view of the Hudson..." Natalie was only partially listening to the real estate agent giving them a tour of the floor, her fingers clenching around her black folder she was holding to her neatly pressed pencil skirt. She looked around, pushing up her glasses as she ran her eyes over the yellowed molding on the floor, looking for loose nails or lifted floorboards. Anything a cane or a shoe might catch on.

"You can flip a coin with your partner for it." Susan joked, gesturing to Nat.

Natalie fought a flush as she spluttered a little. Holding up her hand and laughing awkwardly. "Oh, I'm not-"

"Uh, he can have the view." She heard a familiar voice and a creak of the door before turning to see Matt entering through the door. A small smile on his face.

Susan, the realtor, immediately widened her eyes. plastering a charming smile over her face. "I'm... So sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Matt smirked, standing just ahead of the door holding his cane. "Of course not."

Susan chuckled, taking a step forward and extending her hand for a shake. "Susan Harris. Midtown Property Solutions."

"Matt Murdock."

Susan seemed to realize her mistake and dropped her hand, choosing instead to do an odd knee-bend. Nat fought not to roll her eyes. Somehow Matt always found a way to make the gorgeous women in his vicinity turn into bumbling fools.

Foggy saved them both from the palpable awkwardness. "She just curtsied. It was adorable."

Matt chuckled, turning his head briefly to the floor. "Well, it's nice to know Chivalry isn't dead." Matt lifted his chin, turning his head in a way that Foggy recognized was him listening for something. "Natalie?"

She turned from the window with an audible, "Hmm?" Matt smiled just a little, turning to face the sound. The action causing her heart to flutter momentarily. She convinced herself over the years that she imagined it, but part of her leapt at the way he always seemed to smile when he recognized her presence nearby.

He lifted a hand, palm up, a silent request that she had become accustomed to at this point. She immediately walked from the side of the room to Matt, taking his rough hand in hers and guiding it to her side, where he instinctively curled his fingers at the spot where her bicep met her elbow. She tried not to shudder, like she always did, when he touched her skin. Hoping the goosebumps didn't feel as obvious as she dreaded.

"Susan, if we could continue with-" Natalie urged, looking briefly at Matt before turning back to the agent expectantly.

"Yes of course, my pleasure. As I was telling your associates, Mr. Murdock, this office was barely touched by the incident, which is why it's on the market already. The neighbors weren't so lucky."

Matt snickered softly. "'The incident'? Is that what we're calling it now."

Natalie scoffed. "Well, it sounds so much better than 'death and destruction raining from the sky, nearly wiping Hell's Kitchen off the map'." She murmured.

Matt laughed aloud. Something she didn't expect. "Shorter, too." He quipped. Making her smile.

Foggy crinkled his nose a little, pointing out the window. "Owner figuring in the delightful view of cranes and scaffolding?" He asked, eyeing the construction work outside distastefully. "Feels like we're getting pre-incident prices."

Susan flashed him a smile that was more teeth than anything. "They're a quarter of what they used to be. Hell's Kitchen's on the rebound, Mr. Nelson." She took a step closer to the group. "And in eighteen months you won't be able to rent a broom closet at this price point."

Matt squeezed her elbow, and she tried to tell herself that the touch was unconscious as he stated. "We'll take it."

Foggy snorted, looking quickly at Matt. "We will talk about it. Because we're not sure we can even afford this palace." He said pointedly.

Nat looked between Foggy and the man holding her arm. "Unless you both make some changes to your current clientele policy." She pointed out.

Matt nodded, turning to 'look' at the realtor. "My partner and I are having some disagreements over the direction of Nelson and Murdock." He clarified, his free hand fidgeting with the handle of his cane. "I believe we're here to defend the innocent."

Foggy sniffed, smiling with a strained expression. "And I believe the innocent includes everyone not yet convicted of a crime."

Natalie coughed, "You know, as the law states." Matt shook his head, not acknowledging her comment.

"He likes to use fancy terminology."

"And my partner fails to recognize that, as attorneys, we're never gonna be able to keep the lights on, waiting on a horde of innocent souls to stumble into our loving arms." Foggy sighed, exasperated.

Matt blew out a quiet breath. "At this point. I think i'd settle for just one."

"Foggy called to drag my ass out of bed this morning." Matt spoke into the quiet space. Natalie looked up from her new desk to see him standing in front of it. The suite only had two offices, and as they had decided Matt utilized her the most, she would share with him. Instead of his normal glasses she was met with his brown, unseeing eyes. Looking somewhere past her head.

"Sounds about right." She said, bending down to pick her little plant out of the cardboard box she'd put it in for the move. Along with the dainty watering can.

"Usually you call me." Matt continued, folding up his cane and placing his hand on the thin wood of her desk. She didn't respond. "And Foggy said you weren't answering the phone."

Natalie closed her eyes for a moment. "Did some meditating last night and forgot to turn it back on." Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. She did turn her phone off so she wouldn't be bothered. But not for meditating. And she didn't forget to turn it back on.

"Nat..." Matt murmured.

"Matt, I didn't get abducted. I don't see why you're so upset about this." She said testily, standing from her desk to connect her extension cord to the outlet.

She heard a soft sigh, and when she stood back up she saw Matt was rounding her desk to lean against it, next to her chair.

"You're not just my associate, you're my friend. It's normal for me to care about your well-being. Especially in Hell's Kitchen." He spoke mildly, but she could see his fingertips squeezing the lip of her desk.

Just like many times before, she was grateful Matt couldn't see her wince slightly at the word friend. She forced a laugh, but it sounded strained even to her own ears. "I'm touched, Matt, but i'm fine. Just a mix up."

"Natalie."

"Matthew." She countered, trying for a playful tone.

"I missed your call." He confessed quietly, and her heart lurched. A soft blush climbing high in her cheeks. It was moments like that that made it hard for her to go on blind dates. To text the barista who wrote his number on her coffee order. She was fucking pathetic...

"Also, it's really hard to find a good paralegal who is pleasant in conversation and can take notes in braille." Matt added, breaking some of the awkwardness. Nat laughed. Staring at her stupid little plant instead of the incredibly oblivious, gorgeous man leaning against her desk.

Foggy burst through the office door, phone still in hand and eyes bright. "We have a case!"

Matt raised his eyebrows, reaching to unfold his cane. "Since when?"

"Since that cop I bribed fell in love with me!" Foggy exclaimed, waving anxiously for them to follow him. "Come on, come on! Homicide! Suspect doesn't remember anything! Let's go!"

"Go where?" Natalie huffed, grabbing her notepad and folder as well as Matt's briefcase.

"Precinct two blocks west of here! Let's go!" Foggy urged, practically dragging Matt by the elbow out of the office.

The sight of a thin, blonde woman practically shriveling behind the metal table was the first thing Natalie noticed when she entered the room. The second was the metal cuffs digging harshly into her wrists. She immediately looked at the officer standing to her side.

"Can we please take the cuffs off the 110 pound suspect?" She gestured to the blonde. "Poor thing's literally shaking."

The detective who showed them to the room gave Natalie a strange look, then proceeded to look at Matt and Foggy skeptically.

"Miss Page, can you tell me who these men and their... associate, are?" The gruff man drawled, looking entirely displeased with the new arrivals.

"We're her lawyers." Matt said, before turning his head towards Nat. "This is Ms. Bishop. Uncuff our client and give us the room, please." Matt's tone left no room for disagreement, and Nat watched the officer free Miss Page.

"And a chair for Ms. Bishop, if you don't mind." Foggy added. Matt nodding at him gratefully.

The detective huffed but dragged one of the aluminum chairs loudly to the edge of the table. The four of them stood in awkward silence as the detectives left the room, the lock buzzing ominously as the door closed.

Matt wasted no time. "Ms. Page, my name is Matt Murdock. This is my partner, Foggy Nelson and-"

Ms. Page zeroed her gaze in on Natalie. "Are you a lawyer, too?"

Natalie cleared her throat, smiling nervously. "No, i'm, uh-"

"Paralegal." Matt said, at the exact moment Foggy said, "Assistant."

Ms. Page looked between all three of them confusedly. As Matt angled his head at Foggy for a moment, before lifting his chin back to where Ms. Page's voice was coming from.

"It's a... Wide job description at the moment." He clarified, before gesturing in the direction of the chairs. "Do you mind if we sit?"

Natalie watched her adjust in her seat, dropping her gaze.

Foggy tilted his head towards Matt, whisper-yelling in an effort to break the tension. "She gave a vague shrug, I say we go with it." Matt nodded and all three of them promptly sat in their respective chairs. Natalie took out the physical notebook to start writing things down.

"We understand you're in some trouble." Matt began, bracing his hands on the table. "We, uh, may be able to help."

Foggy also got right down to business. "Can you tell us what happened?" He held his hands out, "Why don't we start with what we know, then?" He sighed, searching the woman's blank face. "You were found in your apartment with one..." He checked the name on the report he'd been given. "Daniel fisher."

"Who appears to be the victim of a homicide," Matt continued. "And, currently, you're the only suspect, Ms. Page."

Ms. Page looked between the two of them incredulously, and Natalie noticed that not only did she have blood stains on her hands and forearms, but her eyes were also red and rubbed raw from crying.

"Who the hell are you guys?" She breathed, gripping her arms to her body tightly.

"I'm Matt, he's Foggy." Matt said; matter-of-fact. "She's Natalie." He nodded his head at Nat, who had been waiting for something important to be said.

"Who sent you?" Ms. Page continued her questioning, leaning her head forward just enough for her wheat-colored hair to fall forward in a curtain around her face.

"No one sent us." Matt reassured her. And almost before he could get the words out Ms. Page started to speak again.

"So, what?" She laughed humorlessly. "You're just a couple of Good Samaritans? Todays just my lucky day?"

Foggy chose this moment to say, "I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom." As a way of explanation.

Matt took a classier approach. "Our practice is relatively young, Ms. Page, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele." He sighed and turned to Foggy. "You gotta stop giving Bess cigars."

Foggy scoffed. "She likes to smoke, Matt. It's a free country."

Natalie watched as Ms. Page observed the exchange. Clearly at an impasse as to what was the right decision here. She swallowed hard. Looking between Natalie and the two lawyers.

"So..." She began. "How long have you been practicing law?"

Matt turned his head towards Natalie. "What time is it?" She and Foggy checked their watches at the same time but Natalie replied first.

"It's 12:22 AM." She murmured to Matt.

Matt cleared his throat and turned his head back towards Ms. Page, folding his hands neatly on the table. "About seven hours." He said firmly.

Nat scoffed quietly. "Well, if you go from when you passed the bar-"

Matt pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I was going from when we got our own desks."

Foggy nodded as if that was the most logical approach to the situation. "Oh, then, yeah. Seven hours." He turned back to Ms. Page with a proud smile. Natalie rolled her eyes with a faint smirk playing on her lips.

This was going to be a long night.

a/n: WHOO BOY this one is chunky. 2.5k words. I know this bit is kind of dull but I promise there’s more Nat and Matt next time. Getting a story going is incredibly boring sometimes. Thanks for reading! If you feel like it consider dropping a note or a follow for more of this story. Have a good day/night!

As always, special thanks to @abucketofweird for your support in this series. You’re currently the proud owner of the dedication for it. <3

- Sybil

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock #matthew murdock #matt murdock x oc #marvel #daredevil x ofc #daredevil x oc #daredevil #daredevil x reader

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Okay so I like really like your writing style and I would like to make a request!!

Can we see the boys with a reader that had drastic changes in temperature really easily? Like one second they’re burning alive and then the next their bundled in blankets.

Thank you in advance if you write this!!!

-👻

As someone who lives in a place where it's winter literally 7-8 whole months, I totally do not get this *cue awkward smile*. So most of the stuff written here is geared towards winter.

I split this into parts because I felt there can be both platonic and romantic reactions to this.

The Turtles with a Temperature Vulnerable MC

(There isn't much of a difference between romantic and platonic for Mikey + Raph. It's more for Leo and D'Nello)

Raph

- Platonic

Sorry guys I have to go back to his trauma again.

He worries a lot. It's obvious considering his Eldest Child Syndrome™

So much so that he carries around a bag filled with jackets/layers, ice packs, fans: and all that stuff when you guys leave either of your homes.

He tries to keep the temperature indoors as mild as possible, but it can get hard during the summer and winter months (winter especially 'cuz he's a reptile).

Will ask if you want hugs whenever you're cold. He may be a reptile, but I think he retains some warm-blooded traits from Splinter.

Learns how drinks are a great way to regulate temperature and asks Mikey to teach him how to make delicious beverages.

During winter he doesn't let you out until you have a coat and a light jacket on (trust me you get hot in winter coats really fucking easy).

"Nope. Not letting you out until you have them layers on."

Worried parent 1000%

- Romantic

Not too different from platonic, just more prone to be touchy.

Holds your hand(s) and cuddles if you if you're cold. And also because he's a cuddlebug.

He gets really pouty if you have to separate because you're too hot.

"If I were to cover myself in ice packs will you cuddle me?"

Leo

- Platonic

He will laugh whenever you have to change your surroundings/position because of temperature issues.

He might try to piss you off by stealing all the blankets or turning the heater/cooler to insane settings.

"Um, excuse me, I need all of these."

If he feels nice, on some days he'll hand you the things you need directly; might even teleport steal extra machinery for you.

Honestly, I think he would relate to your problem, but be the biggest drama queen about it. Like complaining extremely loudly.

Flaunts the number of blankets he has.

- Romantic

Is less snarky, but can be a little bug sometimes.

I think if we're speaking in a romantic sense he's more likely to expose his true feelings/intentions. I know it's not explicitly stated within the canon series/movie but based on my own interpretation I think he doesn't like exposing his feelings unless he really trusts that person.

So he'll express worry in a more intimate way.

He won't be all mama bear like Raph but does show some concern. He'll ask if you're alright and if you need he'll bring it right to you.

As I said before I do think he has a similar problem so he'll suggest you guys share a blanket or something to conserve as much heat.

"As soon as you get out I'm not letting you back in. This is my heat reserve."

Othello Von Ryan

- Platonic

Out of the three has the best assistance for temperature regulation.

He can easily construct a device that changes surrounding heat based on blood and heartbeat regulation.

He's iffy when it comes to helping you out that isn't biology or just in general science related. It's not that he doesn't understand it, he finds it inefficient that's all.

"Why waste time doing things that could maybe help when you know that the studies of science are more credible?"

No touch. Maybe robot arms with heating, but no actual touchy.

It's hot? Don't worry he got his beautiful ice maker in his battle shell.

He does not stand for complaining. Just tell him you're uncomfortable and he can fix it.

- Romantic

In a romantic sense, I think he's more likely to try to help in a non-scientific way. Again, it's not his preferred method but it can also be a data-collecting experience for him.

He'll ask more questions, trying to understand your individual biology.

"Is there a certain time interval when you feel you're personal comfort change?"

He really doesn't like it but if you need it very badly then he might give you a stiff hug or two. Awkward back pat gang

If you spend time in the lab with him then he'll make sure the environment is to your liking.

Asks Sheldon to watch over you if he's not able to be there at the moment.

I totally see him as a trench coat guy. Gifts you a matching one.

Mikey Wazowski

- Platonic + Romantic

Quite similar to Raph but has some distinct traits.

Will go overboard with everything because he's not entirely sure what you exactly need. Ex. 4-5 blankets or more than enough electric fans

Found frozen foods and used them in replace of ice packs once.

"I'm gonna find who stole them all because I am disgusted at myself right now!"

Uses his culinary skills as an advantage. Is it 3 star Michelin course shit? Indeed it is.

"I present to you my Ganache hot chocolate~"

He absolutely loves physical touch so keep that in mind. You'll have to pry him off you if you get hot though.

Donnie has to teach him how the thermostat works (it's not hard, he's just never used it before).

If you're ever under a blanket he'll try jumping on you.

(Sorry Mikey's is short I'm pulling all my brain cells trying to think of any possible ways)

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I tried. I really tried.

Also, I don't ever want to call Mikey "Mikey" ever again. He's "Mikey Wazowski" now.

- Celina

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #mikey #raph #Leo #Donnie #Tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Tmnt x reader

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omnidemidisaster · 2 years

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I'm a slut for this spoopy child stealer lmao

Intruder x Reader headcanons ( SFW + NSFW )

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Before relationship

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First off I would think your meeting would of been a mistake

So you live alone with a TV in your room,

One day you wake up to static

You, naturally, were confused, sleepy, and very anxious

Then Six appeared. Though he seemed confused. Why was there a cute person- he means just regular adult there instead of a child?

Nonetheless he crawled through, trying to be threatening

You just looked in horror as this very large, dark yet pale, man who crawled out the damn television who was now walking to you

The more he stepped closer, the more he saw your very very attractive face through the moon light

He stopped, just staring at you. To him, it was lovestruck but to anyone else, including you, it looked very creepy

"I-Im sorry...Uh...I.."

He tried to apologize for scaring you but he just stuttered, face palming himself mentally

You just looked at him, now confused why he wasn't attacking you

You were grateful, but confused why you weren't dead already

He ended up blurting out an "I'm sorry for scaring you!" And ran back to the TV and left

Leaving you just there to ponder

And that night is what started it all

He would visit a whole lot more after that

In the beginning, he was so fucking awkward and would sometimes just spend his visits just sitting and looking at you

But once he got more comfortable, he would start talking a little more

After a short while of visits and getting to know Six, he would confess he really wants to date you and that your the only person he has ever felt like this to

You had to think for a week, but ended up saying yes, making a very happy Six become your boyfriend

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He is super shy during the early stages

Even though he doesn't go out in public for obvious reasons, he still really wants to do special things for you in order to show he really does care

But even by then he doesn't need to do much in order to show he cares

Awkward when it comes to things like cuddling

Like what if he accidentally touches your chest or butt while cuddling? What if you get mad? What if you become uncomfortable and want to stop? What if he becomes uncomfortable? Will it make you angry?

But after a while, he eventually just relaxes

Whenever you are upset about something and he finds out, he won't leave you alone til your better

Though he feels like he's being too much

Just like with cuddles, kisses are iffy for him

He loves them, but is so worried about messing up

This is his first relationship after all

But just like with cuddles, he relaxes and its something he does so much

If you have a cat, its also his now

He loves your cat like if it was his own kid

Will gladly become your male wife

He just loves you so much

Also I guess just random HC but he seems so much like a simp lmaooooo

Loves to pamper you, you are his little prince(ess)

Like he'll run bubble baths, make you or bring you food you like, or just overall treating you extra well

He constantly talks about you while in his random alternative world

Yea Gabriel feels like he's known you for years JUST from rambles from Six

Six just loves you so fucking much, can you blame him for rambling about you

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NSFW 🔞🔞 ( Minors don't enter )

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Super worried the first few times

He doesn't really wanna break you, but he so desperately wants to at the same time

He often likes to fantasize about you

He just loves to imagine scenarios like you crying over his cock or him fucking you while your sleeping so soundly

A mix of vanilla and kinky

Like he doesn't wanna whip you or tie you up, but he doesn't want a plain session

He loves it whenever you surprise him by being naked or in lingere whenever he makes his visits

He loves to spoon you while making love, just soft thrusts while you scroll on your phone or just lie there

But don't take this all as him being dominant, he's just a switch

He also had fantasies of you riding him or pegging/fucking him or just making him moan out your name

Loves it if you get a little rough, especially if you have a knife kink

He will gladly have cut marks on his body and show them off

Yeaaa Gabriel have seen them and now doesn't ask anymore whenever he sees random scars

Has a weird fantasy of jerking off to you while you masturbate to him

#fluff #smut #x reader #mandela catalouge x reader #intruder x reader #six x seven

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duine-aiteach · 4 months

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hi again, it’s N (I sent an ask about the names, if it’s alright with you then I’ll stay on anon)

thank you for your reply! my grandparents are Irish, the main reason I’m iffy on the names is because my parents were born in Britain and we live here, which is… not so helpful for this. I presumed the given name/middle name/surname thing was the same but I didn’t know about the confirmation names!

I know a lot of Irish people use an anglicised version of their name in English-language contexts, but I presume it wouldn’t be weird for me to go for a traditional Irish name, or the Irish form/spelling of a name? on lists of common male Irish names, a lot of them are clearly anglicised or Biblical (wayyyyy more than female names, for some reason), and I’m not fussed about putting off English people with the spelling (my name does that enough already lol) but I’d prefer a traditional male name, along the lines of Niamh — my main worry is choosing something that will look weird to Irish people. would you know of any lists of (or ways to find) traditional Irish-language names that are actually in use? I was looking at mythological names, only because I couldn’t find many other lists, but I presume they’re not too usual. or if there are any ways of identifying names that wouldn’t be used / would strike people as strange, please let me know!

thank you for your time! if this gets overwhelming or anything, at any time, feel free to ignore my asks and no worries :)

First of all, I’m so sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I wrote out this reply back in November when you sent the ask but never posted it (I presume I wrote it at lunch time at work? We don’t have service down there.)

You might’ve been born and reared in the UK but your parents clearly are proud of Ireland enough to give you an Irish name. I see absolutely no reason why you should be embarrassed or awkward about choosing a new Irish name for yourself. If anyone thinks it’s strange then that’s a them problem. The whole thing about ‘plastic paddys’ is about people who have no Irish relation that they’ve met - it’s not about someone who is entitled to an Irish passport. (Though since moving to the UK I will say, I have come across more people who have one Irish grandparent and are therefore entitled to an Irish passport than I’d expected.)

In Ireland I don’t think people use different variations of their names very often. Not anymore, or at least it’s become less common. I think in general people are more willing to learn foreign names, though I know a Pranav who is exclusively called Jason at work so maybe not. If you want to go for an Irish spelling then go ahead. It’s your name and if that’s what you want then no one should tell you not to.

As for lists of names that are in use…pretty much only the top names in Ireland? The CSO has results going back to 1998. Wikipedia and Behind the Name have lots of options but not all of them are used much. If there were some you wanted to check the usage of I’d be happy to help. Likewise if there were any letters in particular you like I could suggest some names for that letter?

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Demetri Alexopoulos x Single!Pregnant!Reader

Fem!Chubby!Reader ○ slight angst

I'm a slut for tutor Demetri, just an fyi. (unedited)

When Demetri was approached about a tutoring opportunity, he didn't see any reason not to do it. After all, it would be a great thing to put on his college applications and it gave him something else to do after school that wasn't karate related. It seemed like a win-win situation, though he was a little iffy about the bit where the tutee was a home body mostly working online. He wondered why he had to go to their house when they were just doing some online work, but was assured that he was being asked to do this because the school wanted to ensure this student was understanding the material. They inflated his ego a bit by telling him he is one of the school's best students across all subjects and he agreed despite not knowing where he was going or who he was meeting.

So he had no idea what to expect when knocked on the door and announced that he was from the school. It certainly wasn't a cutie with a pregnant belly.

She was wearing loungewear, a soft tank top with matching shorts and fuzzy socks. He didn't mean to stare, but quickly snapped out of it when she laughed awkwardly and introduced herself. With one hand on her belly, she extended the other to him.

He shook it with a lopsided smile. "I'm Demetri."

She led him inside and smiled. "Thanks for doing this. I'm usually pretty good with everything, but I suck at math."

"It's no problem," he told her. He felt a little awkward, his eyes drawn to her belly and other curves. While he wasn't used to being around pregnant people, his awkwardness was unrelated to that. Instead, it was more related to the fact that he thought she was more than cute. "So, do you want to start with math or another subject?"

"Whatever you want is okay with me," she told him, leading him to her work area. It was just the dining room table covered in all her supplies; papers, notebooks, textbooks, her laptop open to some powerpoint, and a ton of pens and highlighters. "I just need to be able to take the tests, you know?"

He nodded, but he wasn't thinking about what subject they were going to start with - despite his asking. He was staring at her ass as she walked ahead of him. She sat down at the table, her chair cushioned with two pillows, one on the seat and the other for her back. She wiggled and got comfortable, then smiled up at him and motioned to the seat beside her.

"Or sit anywhere you want," she told him, chuckling nervously.

He sat beside her and they got to work on the math lesson she was stuck on.

After an hour or so, they took a break, at which point he watched her mix a bowl of strawberry jelly with Nutella and eat it with mini breadsticks. He couldn't keep his mouth shut at that point.

"Is that good?" he asked.

She looked at it, then shrugged shyly. "I guess it doesn't matter. It's not what I want." She looked down at her belly. "It's what he wants."

He blinked, then looked at her belly. It stretched out her shirt, making it mold to her form. She was pretty and round, the rest of her body full - full hips, full thighs, full waist; she was almost to the point where that shirt wouldn't hold her in anymore. Her tits were ready to spill out of it, that was for sure, but he kept those thoughts to himself. He felt like a pervert.

"Right. Food cravings," he said dumbly. He blinked and looked back up at her face, but she wasn't looking at him. For a moment, he thought that he'd freaked her out. Surely no one stared at a pregnant person like he was doing, at least not someone sane. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, eyes slightly widened. Then she shook her head. "You don't have to apologize. I get looks all the time... kind of the reason I'm not actually going to school."

"People shouldn't judge you just because you're pregnant," he told her. He gave an indifferent shrug. "I mean, I don't care that you're pregnant."

It was her turn to give a weird look. "So why are you staring?"

He blushed and looked down, chewing on his lip. He'd gotten himself into his jam and he knew there was no way out of it. He didn't have to answer, but that would look bad. However, if he told the truth, she'd probably think he was a pervert. His win-win situation was starting to look like a lose-lose.

"Well, I think you look really nice," he told her, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this one. It was better to be honest, after all, right?

"I look nice?" she asked in disbelief. She was still looking at him weird. "I'm carrying a few extra pounds and I look nice?"

"I mean," he got choked up, unsure of what to say. Then the words started tumbling out. "Yeah, I think you look pretty. Beautiful, actually. I know that's probably wildly inappropriate for me to say and you can totally go tell your boyfriend about it, I'll understand if he wants to kick my ass."

She grew shy again, looking down. She put her bowl down and held her belly, rubbing it soothingly as she sighed. "I don't have a boyfriend anymore, so... no need to worry."

Demetri stared at her, mouth falling open a bit. His chest felt crushed as he realized what she was saying. He blinked, processed the information, then reached out to her and gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," she said, a little sniffly. "You couldn't have known."

He nodded and continued to comfort her, meanwhile lost in his own thoughts. Part of him didn't want to believe that her boyfriend had left her after knocking her up, but as she sniffled and wiped rogue tears off her cheeks, he knew that was what happened. It made him mad because she didn't deserve that, her baby certainly didn't deserve that.

"Hey, it'll be okay," he assured her, pulling his chair closer to hers. While he wasn't exactly the best at the whole comforting people thing, something about it was a lot easier with her. He wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm, shushing her kindly. "You're gonna be okay."

"I just- I thought we were in love," she admitted to him. "But I guess you don't really know someone until you show them a positive pregnancy test. Then it's a lot of slut shaming and denying the baby altogether, as if we'd never had sex at all."

He frowned and pulled her close, letting her lean against him and cry into his shirt. There weren't many tears, her attempt to stay strong and not cry in front of him, but he didn't mind. She'd been hurt and as far as he was concerned, she deserved to let herself cry about it. If anything, it was obvious she hadn't gotten to do that.

"Well, for the record, I think that's stupid. If it were me, I'd make sure everyone and there mom knew I'd had sex with a pretty girl like you." It was an absolutely stupid thing to say, it probably didn't sound right, but he didn't care. It made her laugh, a small snorting sort of laugh, and he smiled at her.

"Well, thanks for that, I guess," she giggled, wiping her eyes. She looked up at him, smiling sadly. "I could have probably picked a better guy to date, though, and I might not be in this situation now." She rubbed her belly sweetly and looked down at it. "Though I don't know, I'm excited about it regardless."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath and smiled a little brighter. "I just found out I'm having a little boy, which is exciting. I mean, that should be fun, right?"

He chuckled with a shrug. He didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "I think my mom enjoyed it, so maybe?"

They laughed and Demetri felt good that he was able to turn her tears into a smile. Even though he wasn't going through it, he knew there were going to be ups and downs. She shouldn't be sad to be having the baby. It should be joyous, especially when she was so excited about it.

The rest of the afternoon was not filled with school work. Not even close. Instead, Demetri and Reader spent it talking about the baby and themselves, getting to know each other since they were going to be spending a lot more time together. Then they settled down to watch "only the best" Disney movies so that Reader knew which ones to show her baby boy first. It was a win-win for everyone.

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