#{✦| I really really appreciate the praise and the compliments—it means I’m doing something RIGHT |✦}
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bccksmarts · 2 years ago
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Someone: compliments my Hermione
Me: sobs quietly
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taintedtort · 11 months ago
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scaramouche trying to praise you during sex because you arent comfy w degredation and he gets all awkward and shit!! -💗ANON
" PRAISE, PLEASE? "
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summary. you ask for praise and he gets nervy
character. scaramouche
warnings. afab!reader, SMUT!!, degrading near the beginning, praise
a/n. this has been in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry 💗 anon! i’ve been meaning to right it for a while, but here it is finally. hope you like it! (i think it’s lowkey ass, im so sorry)
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"fuck— you feel so good… such a slutty pussy," SCARAMOUCHE grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes his cock into you over and over. it feels good, obviously, but his usual degrading words are bothering you a bit more this time.
"so greedy, sucking me in like a pathetic whore," he groans, his eyes glued to where you’re connected. he watches as he slides in and out of you, his length shiny with your arousal.
"scara…" you mewl, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans over your body, his face getting closer to yours. he opens his mouth to say more, but you cut him off before he can get a word out.
"can you, uhm— praise me instead? i don’t really like the degrading all that much," you confess, mumbling through your pleasure filled moans. his thrusts come to a stop, and he looks at you with furrowed brows.
he’s hit with a short wave of guilt. he always tends to degrade you, as it just comes naturally, but with the new knowledge that you don’t like it, he feels determined to correct himself and make you feel good. he can be selfish, but he‘d never want to intentionally ignore your wishes and make you sad. he’d do anything you asked, even if it made him feel awkward.
"i… i can try, i guess," he resumes his movements, and you can tell he’s going much softer now than he was before. he’s silently worried he hurt your feelings, so he racks his brain to think of something nicer to say.
he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, mainly focusing on your cheeks and forehead. you can’t help but smile, appreciating that he’s trying to be nicer even though it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him.
"i love seeing you under me like this, you look so pretty," he mumbles, and you swear you see his cheeks go a bit pink. he’s not looking at you, his eyes trailing over your body instead, trying to distract himself from his rising blush.
your body relaxes against the bed, letting his compliment sink in as your pleasure slowly builds. he keeps his pace quick, but his hips are no longer roughly slamming into yours. you certainly don’t mind the change, taking the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair.
"shit— you feel amazing, made just for me, all of you," he breathes out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses and gentle nips to the skin there.
he‘s mainly trying to hide how awkward he is, and you know that, but you appreciate him trying. the thought of him going out of his comfort zone just to please you makes your head fuzzy and causes your orgasm to build quickly.
you jolt and moan louder when you suddenly feel two fingers press against your clit, rubbing quick circles to match his thrusts.
"scara! 'm gonna— ah! gonna cum!" you whine, seeing him nod encouragingly. he starts to go harder, fucking into you with the force that he normally does. your body rocks with each thrust, little squeaks and moans forcing themselves out of your throat.
"cum for me, sweet girl. make a mess on my cock," he grunts, his own release rapidly building as he watches you fall apart underneath him.
"fu—fuck! scara!" your moans increase in pitch as you teeter over the edge, dangerously close. your pussy throbs around him, making him hiss in pleasure.
"that’s my good girl," he mumbles, almost like he’s saying it to himself, but you hear it. his praise is what finally pushes you to your release, squirming on the bed before you finally cum around his cock.
he watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth popping open in a silent moan. he groans at the sight, loving the faces and sounds you make when your consumed with pleasure.
"you’re so cute when you cum like that," he grunts, chasing his own orgasm now. you can’t help but smile dumbly at his strained words, a bit dazed as you slowly come down from your high.
you watch as SCARAMOUCHE grows closer and closer, his face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. you’re now able to hear the little sighs and groans he lets out, your own moans not drowning him out anymore.
"cum inside me… please?" his eyes snap to yours when he hears that. the thought of making a mess of your pussy has him cumming almost instantly.
he pushes his hips flush against you, shoving his cock deep in your cunt as he fills you, both of you letting out a moan.
"fuck… love this pussy so much." you giggle at how breathless and pleasure drunk he sounds, his eyes half lidded with a small blush on his cheeks.
after a moment of catching your breath, SCARAMOUCHE pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on where his cum drips out of you. it falls onto the bedsheets below, but he doesn’t seem to notice nor care. he takes in the view of you sprawled out on the bed, your body naked and slightly sweaty. all for him.
the knowledge that you’re his has his body heating once more, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks up at your tired expression.
"again."
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ultravioletrayz · 1 year ago
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So my idea for degradation fic involving Miguel would be something like this- (also please keep an open mind this idea is kinda out there)
So lets say Miguel is your mentor and you are so eager to please and do good work. You have always been kinda good at everything so people complementing you and telling you how great you are is nothing new. But Miguel is different, he's hard to please. So when you do something right he's not complementing you and that is odd for you, and when you mess something up well...he's quick to criticize you. this stirs something within you.
So you keep trying to please him and he's not into it he just keeps bringing you down and reader is starting to like it, sometimes wanting messing up. So lets say reader makes a big mistake on a mission and Miguel is ready to yell and degradant them but reader is getting turned on by it and Miguel noted it so he starts to degradant them more and it starts getting into NSFW territory. while he's getting into it he's just saying filth to you. "your so such a needy slut" "look at you getting turned on while I bully you, pathetic" "you want to be a good girl? you want me to praise you? too bad...now open..." *spits in readers mouth*
then if you can end it off where reader in passed out and thats when he's sweet in the aftercare when she dosn't know. he will open up to her one day just not yet.
Not even gonna lie, if Miguel was a meanie towards me i wouldn’t know whether to cry or cum.
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Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!spiderperson!reader
Warnings: 18+, degrading kink, rough sex, fingering, orgasm denial/mild edging, getting bent over miguel’s desk, marking, clit slapping (like, once), pull-out method, absolutely terrible and rushed ending, miguel being mean, horny, and ultimately just socially-awkward
Summary: you strive for perfection in all areas… until the opportunity arises where doing the opposite will give you access to the perfection inside your mean boss’s boxers.
A/N: before anyone tries to come for me for making miguel seem like an asshole in this fic, ik that this isn’t entirely true to miguel’s character. however, i’m horny and dgaf. enjoy!!
Word Count: 3K (unedited)
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For as long as you could remember, people would refer to you as ‘gifted’. It was as though everything you attempted to achieve was accomplished with ease. In your world, on the days when the Society was a distant memory and you were given the opportunity to act as a true Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Person, you practically lived in a bubble of praise. Surprisingly, the media worshipped you, recognising you as the hero you are. Locals chanted your name, asked for autographs, and even demanded you accept gifts and tokens of appreciation every time you were spotted in your costume on the streets. 
Although you forced yourself to stay humble within the public eye, you would be lying if you tried to convince yourself that the compliments and special treatment didn’t make you feel good, didn’t push you to be a better superhero for the sake of the citizens who practically worship the ground you walk on.
Which is the primary reason why having to tend to work and assignments at the Spider Society caused you so much misery. When you were first recruited, a few other Spider-People had mentioned how short-tempered and cold the boss is, but you had expected to win him over with your natural, over-achieving flare. That goal was quickly crushed when you met Miguel O’Hara for the first time. He had immediately lectured you on certain habits he had observed from footage of you fighting crime at home, giving you strict instructions on how to be better at your job. From then on, you’ve tried your best to view his constant criticism as a positive and value his (poor) attempts at mentoring you. 
It didn’t take long for you to realise that he wasn’t really trying to help you, and he was just a grumpy asshole as everyone had warned and wanted you to follow orders rather than going out and trying to prove yourself constantly. Lately, you’ve been slipping up, making mistakes. You had come to terms with the fact that Miguel wasn’t interested in showing you any appreciation or praise for your hard work, and it had begun to affect your performance on missions, bringing you to this point. 
“What the hell was that?” Miguel snarls at you, his platform lowering as he slams his fist on his desk and glares at you, his sharp red eyes burning holes in your pretty, sad little face. You had almost let an anomaly get away, blinded by your insecurities and Miguel’s lack of interest in your skills, you would have destroyed an entire universe if it weren’t for the backup Miguel had sent you.
“Miguel, let me explain-” You start, being cut off by an angry huff from Miguel.
“I’m sick of the excuses. I don’t care about how you handle shit in your own dimension. When you come here and are trusted to keep the multiverse stable, I expect you to do as you’re told. Unless the small task of containing the minor anomalies I assign you is too much to handle?” Miguel scoffs, shaking his head as he looks you up and down.
The look of disappointment on his tan, chiselled face would usually have you on the verge of tears, but as you’ve grown accustomed to his harsh beratement, it’s begun to have a very different effect on you. You can just imagine him, brushed back curls dishevelled and clinging messily to his face as he pounds into your needy pussy, whispering absolute filth into your ear as he uses you to get off. The thought has you practically soaking through your Spider-Suit, causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together as you force yourself to keep your gaze from dropping to Miguel’s broad, muscular physique. As his glare intensifies and he rolls his eyes at your subtle movements, you know he’s got you figured out.
Miguel’s heightened senses pick up on your current state of arousal, the scent of your slick making him dizzy as it clouds his mind. He had always beaten himself up about how harsh he could be towards you, reflecting on his cruelty to such a pretty girl with shame and regret. But finding out that you liked being treated so poorly by him, it has him going fucking crazy.
“Por el amor de Dios,” (for fuck’s sake) Miguel hisses, taking a step towards you, looming over your smaller form with a judgemental scowl plastered on his face. “You’re pathetic. Risking everything we work for here, just so that you can imagine me yelling at you while you finger-fuck yourself at night?”
Your eyes widen, his words reigning true as they hang in the air of the room. Yet, you make a miserable attempt at denying the accusation by shaking your head softly and taking a step back. Miguel only moves closer to you, intimidating you with his mere presence as his scowl curls into a cruel smirk.
“No me mientas, hermosa,” (don’t lie to me, beautiful) He whispers, one of his large, calloused hands grabbing your face and pulling you back towards him, fingers squeezing your cheeks as his breath hits your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine. “You’re usually so eager to please me. Did you think I was stupid enough not to notice when you started messing things up?”
“Miguel-” You whine, voice muffled due to the way he squishes your cheeks together, making your pretty lips jut out in a sad little pout.
“It always annoyed me how bubbly and determined you are,” He admits bluntly, sharp red eyes scanning your face, before trailing down to watch the way your thighs rub together in a pitiful attempt to alleviate the arousal coursing through you due to his relentless disparagement. “But I didn’t think you’d resort to acting like a dirty whore just because I’m not impressed by the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood’ act.”
His free hand trails down your body, fingers gliding between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and stopping just above the crotch of your Spider-Suit. He chuckles lowly as he watches the way you squirm in his grasp, hips attempting to roll against his hand for any kind of friction. 
If we had to be completely honest, he actually enjoyed watching you work. You really are gifted, always applying yourself to missions. When he heard you would be handling an anomaly for him, he would feel relieved, even proud. But he knew that any compliments he gave you would just be lost in the sea of praise you already received. So, in order to set himself apart, he decided he was going to be a complete dickhead to you. He figured bullying you would motivate you to seek him out in a crowd, make you strive to impress him and show off to him, and ultimately bring the two of you closer. It was shameful, how awful he is at making first impressions, that he’d rather hurt a beautiful young girl’s feelings as opposed to being a reliable boss and potential friend. But now knowing that he hadn’t completely ruined his chances at getting closer to you, he was certainly going to take full advantage of this new development.
“Now look at you, you don’t wanna be a good girl for me anymore, nena?” Miguel teases, grinning as he sees the need and innocence in your eyes as he releases your face with a harsh push. “You wanna be a dumb little slut for your fucking boss, instead?”
You want to say no, want to deny his harsh words and hopefully gain back some of the dignity he was stripping away from you, but your body yearns for Miguel’s touch, his degradation fueling your most carnal desires, and you nod your head frantically. Miguel sighs at your eagerness, tapping your cheek firmly as he wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but allowing his thumb to lazily stroke the side of your neck.
He leans in to bite your bottom lip hard, causing you to cry out in pain and open your mouth. He takes the opportunity and slams his plump lips against yours, tongue intertwining around yours inside your warm mouth as he groans into the sloppy, demanding kiss. His hand drops from your throat as his bulging arms tuck themselves underneath the fat of your ass and he lifts you up, carrying you over to his platform and dumping you on top of his desk, lips never leaving yours. Miguel’s razor-sharp claws protrude from his fingertips, slicing through the material of your Spider-Suit and prompting a startled yelp from you as he rips your clothes right off your body. 
The matching set you have on underneath has his dick thrumming in his suit, and he almost loses sight of his initial plan in a desperate temptation to worship your gorgeous body and shower you with the praise that he knows you deserve. But he wants to be different, wants to hold a special place in your heart, and this was the only way to do it. 
“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” He hisses flippantly against your lips, throwing the rags of your once cute little Spider-Suit across his office, before tearing your bra open from the middle with just the strength of his grip, claws retracting back into the pads of his fingers. “Puta de mierda.” (fucking whore)
Miguel flips your body over on his desk with ease, your face now pressed against the cold, hard material as Miguel leaves a trail of deep bite marks and hickeys across the exposed skin of your back, making his way down to your clothed pussy at an agonising pace, your ass wiggling enticingly to try and convince Miguel to give you what you want, what you need from him. Miguel peels your soaked panties off of you, tossing them onto his desk chair for later, as his fingers run up and down your already dripping folds, causing him to chuckle to himself.
“I never would’ve pegged you for a girl who gets off on this kind of thing,” Miguel whispers as his fingers explore your wetness, his tone much softer as his sharp, red eyes admire the way your body looks bent over his desk. He snaps himself out of his trance, opting to tap on your clit harshly with his fingers to bring himself back to a place of lust and callousness, and to tease you further.
Miguel dips his two fingers into your cunt, making you moan and cry out, your hands gripping the edge of Miguel’s desk as you push your hips back to fuck yourself on his thick fingers. He pumps his digits in and out of you at a leisurely pace, curling them to hit that sweet, gummy spot inside of you each time they delve deeper into your pussy. Miguel groans at the way you clench around his fingers as he thrusts them into you, his knuckles drenched in your arousal as he watches the way you grind against his hand when his thumb rubs your pulsing clit to stimulate you further. 
You’re completely falling apart at his touch, the way his fingers deliciously stretch your hole making you see stars as you approach your climax. Just as you’re about to cum, Miguel pulls his fingers out of your cunt and gives your clit a harsh slap, making you whine as your entrance twitches at the sudden loss.
“Sluts don’t get to cum ‘til I say so, muñeca.” Miguel taunts, disabling his nano-tech suit, the holographic material dissolving and revealing his tall, tan, muscular, the mere feeling of him towering over you from behind making you moan against his desk. He holds his fat, stiff cock in one hand, dragging it between your folds and gathering the slick trickling down your thighs as he scoffs at the way you tremble and spasm at his touch. “Especially sluts like you.”
Miguel plunges his dick into your pussy aggressively, bottoming out in one harsh slam of his hips against your ass and causing you to scream, his hand coming down to cover your mouth and muffle your echoing moans as he delivers fast, disciplining thrusts into the depths of your core, tip kissing your cervix with each frenzied movement. His cock rams into you mercilessly as he digs one hand into the plush of your waist while the other holds your head up, the two fingers he was using to play with your pussy forcefully entering your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and suck the remnants of your essence off of his skin, moaning and choking on his thick digits as Miguel’s length stretches you to the brink of what is possible for your tight little pussy to handle and his balls slap against your puffy clit.
“Pussy was fucking made for me,” He grunts, delivering a smack to your juicy ass, the sting making you whine against his fingers, saliva dribbling down your chin and saturating the desk below your face. “Squeezing me so tight. It’s a shame that this pretty cunt can’t make up for how shit you are at your job. Maybe I won’t bother assigning you missions anymore? I’ll just call you in when I need a hole to fuck.” 
Wow. He really did think of you as useless. You had always considered yourself to be good at what you do. At home, you were a hero. Here, bent over your boss’s desk and being fucked so mercilessly, you felt like nothing but a whore. You cry, tears rolling down your cheeks as you moan and squeal with each thrust of Miguel’s thick cock into your hungry pussy. Despite your underlying feelings of shame for your recent failures as an employee, being fucked like a slut by the very man you’ve been fantasising about since the first time you had the displeasure of meeting was able to snap you out of your sadness and overwhelm you with passion.
Hearing you sob around his fingers fills Miguel with a sharp pang of guilt, but he brushes it off and pounds into you harder to remind himself of his end goal, breaking you down until he can make you his. If you really were as into his cruelty as you seemed, he was going to give you exactly what you so desperately needed.
“Mig-Miguel, I’m- fuck! I’m so close.” You whine, his fingers in your mouth making your voice come out as a spluttering cry. 
Miguel pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth and holds your waist with both hands, fucking his cock impossibly deeper inside of you as the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your desperate, breathy sounds of pleasure fill the dark office.
“Beg for it, amor.” He whispers against your ear, his chest pressed flush against your back as he nibbles at the smooth skin of your neck as his dick moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins of his thick length caressing the warm walls of your pussy as he smushes his tip against your sweet spot with each thrust.
“Please, Miguel! I promise I’ll do better. I won’t make another mistake again, I’m gonna be so good, I swear! Better than I’ve ever been!” Your breathless pleas make Miguel feel a conflicting surge of both guilt and power. He watches the way your back arches and your thighs shake as you try so so hard not to cum, to be a good girl for him and follow his orders. At the end of the day, you just wanted him to like you, to see how good of a hero you are, and he knew that. Which is why he’s finding it so fun to toy with you like this.
“Shh, I know. I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.” Miguel coos, tugging on your hair so that he can reach your face and plant a kiss on your tear-stained cheek, his soft, long-awaited act of reassurance contrasting the lewd sounds of squelching as he fucks you with mind-numbing intensity. 
He reflects on his words as he listens to the way his unexpected words make you cry and whimper, and part of him regrets the way he approached your relationship, wishing he had just been honest with you and praised your efforts from the start, rather than being cruel and bending you over his desk to fuck you so harshly. But the way you tighten and pulse around his sensitive dick brings him back to the present, and he gives your waist an encouraging squeeze.
The tiny action of consolation has you spiralling, your vision going spotty as you squirt around Miguel’s fat cock, squeals and moans leaving your glistening lips as your whole body twitches with the all-consuming sensation of your release. Watching as you come undone, Miguel feels himself rapidly approaching his own release. He curses and pulls out of your sopping cunt, watching the way his leaky tip shines with your juices. It sends Miguel over the edge. He lets out a sharp whimper as he cums all over your round ass and your spine, thick globs of his climax staining your sweaty skin and making you exhale shakily. 
The sex and your crying make you pass out on the desk, and Miguel quickly covers you up and carries you to his quarters, laying you down in his bed and tucking you in. He whispers a quick apology to you, letting his cruel persona disappear and showing you how much he actually values you as a colleague and person when he thinks you’re asleep, but you hear everything. 
Maybe you didn’t really need to be praised by Miguel to know that you were good enough. And maybe he didn’t need to be so afraid of showing you that appreciation. For now, though, the angry sex would be a pleasant memory for both of you, in an odd way.
“Get some rest, cariño. You deserve it, for being such a good girl.”
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I FINALLY FINISHED IT OMG. Thank you all for being so patient 💜💜
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fics-and-quotes-andthelike · 8 months ago
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The Makeover and The Makeup
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Title: The Makeover and The Makeup
Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic), Alastor x reader (mentioned)
Word Count: ~1,369
In which Angel Dust and the reader get into a fight in the middle of a makeover session.
A/N: Part 3 of the Never and Always series. It’s super short, but I still hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of Val, mentions of de*th, Angel being suggestive, ooc Angel maybe
When you had first struck a deal with the Vees, they had treated you with something that had almost resembled kindness. They had showered you in compliments and praise, feeding you false promises and empty words of endearment.
It lasted for two days.
After that, you were fair game. Fresh meat. A new toy for all three Vees to poke and prod at while you did their bidding.
But then came your knight in blood red armor, holding his cane in one hand and smiling broadly as he greeted you with a kiss to your knuckle for the first time.
You had stuck to Alastor’s side ever since.
But although you were more than grateful for his rescue, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a little alone. Alastor had saved you, yes, and he kept you by his side, of course, but he wasn’t exactly one to share feelings or stories. 
He did, however, listen to yours. 
After you had shared a particularly brutal story having to do with a certain moth demon, Alastor had come to a quick decision and swept you away to the Hazbin Hotel. 
When you arrived, you had found a group of souls that were just as broken as you were.
Especially Angel Dust. 
While your brief time with the Vees was nothing compared to Angel’s ongoing experience with Valentino, he seemed to appreciate that you had some semblance of understanding about what it meant to be Valentino’s target.
Meanwhile, you were just happy to find that you weren’t the only soul foolish enough to fall for the moth demon’s charms.
Ever since the two of you had found out about your shared past, Angel had practically taken you under his wing. He introduced you to Cherri Bomb, invited you when he was high strung and needed to go out, and confided in you when he had a rough day at work.
You had done the same, telling your stories about the Vees and your life Before and sharing your feelings.
The last point, though, you were beginning to regret.
“So he killed a guy for you, huh?” Angel asked as he circled you, admiring his handiwork.
“That’s not what I said,” you protested as you looked at your reflection in Angel’s full-length mirror. 
Angel stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. “You really think Smiles left the guy alive? C’mon, dollface, you ain’t that naive, are ya?”
You flushed and looked down.
“That’s what I thought,” Angel said, smugness coating his words as he began walking once again.
You looked back up and glared at him through the mirror. “You know, when I said you could give me a makeover, I didn’t mean I was going to be your personal dress-up doll. This is the fifth outfit.”
Angel stopped beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders and leaning into you as he admired his work in the mirror. “You knew what you were gettin’ into, sweet cheeks. Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”
You did love it. It was fun to let your guard down for a few hours and allow Angel Dust to release his creative energy. Not that you would ever say so to his face, of course.
“Besides,” Angel continued as he wandered away from you and towards his closet, rifling through the many options. “Your first official date with Mista Creepy was a hit, right? We’ve gotta change up your style a bit if you wanna get some,” he said with a wink in your direction.
Your eyes widened. “That is not what I’m trying to do,” you hissed. “Alastor is my friend.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.”
“He is,” you insisted. “He’s been nothing but sweet to me, and I’m not going to ruin the friendship that we’ve built.”
You tried not to notice Angel’s grimace in the mirror. It was a lot harder to pretend, though, when he turned around with an uncertain expression on his face, holding a dress to his chest and avoiding eye contact.
“Look,” he said hesitantly. “I know he seems…”
“Kind.”
“Right,” Angel said, scratching the back of his head. “But I’ve been talkin’ to Husk. About you and Smiles. He says you should be careful.”
You couldn’t fight back the burst of anger that rose in your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Angel’s eyes widened as he held up his two free hands in surrender. “I ain’t sayin’ you gotta stop talkin’ to the guy. I’m just saying-”
“You don’t know him,” you interjected, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You don’t know anything about him. I know he’s an Overlord, but he’s sweet and he’s kind, and he’s never done anything to hurt me. He would never hurt anyone.”
You realized your mistake as soon as the words left your lips. It was foolish of you to forget. Alastor was your friend, of course, but he was also an Overlord. One of the most powerful Overlords that Hell had ever seen.
There was a fire in Angel’s eyes as he leaned towards you. “He already has. He’s done it to all those other souls he owns, and he’s done it to Husk. I know you love ‘im, but he ain’t a good guy.”
You spluttered and stepped back, trying to ignore the blush that coated your cheeks. “I didn’t say I loved him.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You didn’t have to. I see how you look at him. It’s the same way I looked at Val before-” he stopped, looking down and away from you, shielding his gaze.
You felt your anger seep away as quickly as it had appeared. How could you have been so blind? Of course this situation felt familiar to Angel. You were a fool for not noticing any sooner. A fool, and a horrible friend.
Angel looked up, finally meeting your eyes. “I just don’t want you ta get hurt.”
You understood exactly what he was saying, of course. Alastor owned Husk’s soul, and despite never taking advantage of that fact when you were around, you had heard some of the stories from Angel. It only made sense that your friend was trying to warn you now. Someone he loved was already at the mercy of the Radio Demon. Of course he would do anything he could to protect you from the same fate.
You nodded, looking down. “I know,” you said quietly. 
You stepped forward then, wrapping your arms around the spider demon and squeezing tightly. “Thank you. For looking after me.”
For a moment, you received no response. Then, you heard the rustle of fabric as Angel dropped the dress that he was holding onto the floor, wrapping four of his arms around you and pulling you close. “That’s my job, toots,” he said quietly.
You held each other, a silent promise passing in between you as you gripped each other with all of the strength you could muster.
Finally, you stepped back, reaching out and grabbing two of Angel’s hands. You pressed them to your lips, one at a time, before looking up with a soft smile. 
“I hope I didn’t ruin the makeover,” you said with a gleam in your eye.
Angel grinned, reaching up with one of his free hands to ruffle your hair. “Not at all, sweet cheeks. Let’s get this show on the road.”
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When Husk found the two of you later that day after searching for his usual drinking partner, he didn’t find two demons smiling together as they dressed up and pretended for a few hours that the rest of Hell didn’t exist.
Instead, he found two wayward souls on the ground, half dressed and half asleep, leaning against each other as they spoke in a way that only the closest of friends could.
They looked over at him, smiling and beckoning him closer, and drawing him onto the floor with them, where they spoke until sleep finally wrapped its kind arms around them.
They were still in the hotel, of course, but for the first time in a long time, these three souls finally felt like they were home.
Part 4 Here!!
A/N 2: Another part with more Alastor x reader is coming soon, it’ll be a continuation of A Dance in Death!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!
Taglist: @severusminerva @anh4125 @midorichoco @rapturenyx @maybememoriesx @martinys-world @miyu-kii @axellovesalastor @mo-0-o
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acupofinkedblood · 19 days ago
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Katana x reader [NSFW]
TW: NSFW headcanons
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• Ah, the ronin of Thieves Den. You really have quiet the fascination with traumatized old man, don’t you? But hey, regardless of that, you know what you are signed up for. Like Hyperlaser, Katana doesn’t really into the concept of dominance or submissive, and he is neither due to that. And don’t even think this man is a bottom, he is a hard top and there is no room for negotiation in this situation
• Like you have expected, sex with Katana is being treated with intimacy and affection. He treasures every moment with you, including this when both of you are at most vulnerable. You are his everything, his home and his beloved. Every touch ghosts against your skin, he will make sure that it will bring you satisfaction. It fits more to the ‘make love’ category than just ‘sex’, if you understand what I mean
• One highlight is that he has to make sure that you can take him first. I’m not even playing, you are aware that this man is 6'8" and is rather ruggedly toned because of constant training as well as fighting, right? Very few mere mortal is able to reach that height of his, and we don’t need to talk about strength because the answer is pretty obvious at this point. Mentally prepared yourself for whatever comes next, that’s all I have to advise you under that circumstance
• Despite his intimidating appearance, you know how gentle this man is around you. Same principle applies when he is making love with you. He won’t be rough, even when you ask him to. Doesn’t matter if you are positive that you can take it or not, Katana is aware of the difference in your strength compared to his, and physique as well. He doesn’t wish to hurt you. But honestly, even when he is being gentle, you are always such a spent mess afterwards
• Your comfort matters a lots to him. He won’t rush you, keep that in mind. Whatever you have in mind, he wants to hear it. You don’t have to feel shy around him in this specific moment. Vocalizing your opinions, he appreciates your truthfulness
• Be ready to be showered with praises because this man will make sure that you are aware of how much you meant to him. He will tell you how well you are doing, how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. Sometimes it’s just so overwhelming at how much he compliments you up and down, he definitely has a way with his words when it comes to you that can fluster you easily
• He doesn’t really have any specific ideas on what he wants while at it, but there is something about your touch that intrigues him. The way your hand gently brushes on his body, tracing his scars with awe, it sends a shiver down to his spine. Don’t be surprised when he suddenly hold your hand and kiss it, he can’t help himself. It reminds him how much you have been able to gain his trust, enough to see him bare like this. Your touch is welcome anywhere
• One note, this man has his own belief. He is outspoken about what he thinks, especially when it involves you. He will even disagree with you for your own sake when he figures out something is wrong. You can’t really argue with him in that aspect, sorry about that sweetheart. If your ideas sound too risky, you know that he won’t agree with it
• That is to say, he’s not the type to take risk. At least, not with you. He values you too much to the point that the thought of you getting hurt because of him makes him uneasy. He prefers to keep things at bay, enough to satisfy the both of you but also enough not to push any of you to discomfort. Like I mentioned earlier, you matter to him a lots
• Once they two have finished, his top priority is to treat you with care. You need not to worry about a single thing with him around, just leave it all to him. Though he can be quite worrisome when seeing you that spent so you gotta reassure him that everything is still fine. On that note, get him to lie down with you and snuggle up against his chest. His body is naturally warm most of the time and it can help you relax quite a lots
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trashywormeateroffics · 29 days ago
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waited my whole life (steve rogers x reader)
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no summary it’s just a little thing, fluffy and reader struggling to be open with their emotions yay:)
a/n: well, long time no see….. i hope u enjoy!
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“they really appreciate you, you know?” he says, still facing forward. he’s being going at this for months. trying to convince you that the team sees you as part of their family. the woods seem endless, stretched out by your tiredness from the mission and aching limbs still wrapped in a tact suit, and yet, though you cannot admit it to yourself, a whisper of a wish echoes through your mind. a wish for it to continue, on and on, perhaps on a loop. a wish for his company.
“i do too.”
he looks at you.
“you might be worse than me at taking a compliment.” you raise your eyebrows and huff out a laugh.
“one would think you out of everyone would know how to take praise.” you purse your lips, trying to hide an amused smile. “i mean, since you get it all the time.”
“right.” he scoffs, though his eyes twinkle with beguilement.
“i mean, the great captain america. everything that is wonderful and magical about this country.”
“that’s how you think of me?”
“i said captain america, not steve rogers.” he tilts his head.
“are they not the same?” you shrug your shoulders.
“what do you think?”
“once in a while you could answer a question without deflecting. won’t kill you.”
“it might.” your smile is mischievous. he shakes his head with fake exasperation. he never seems truly upset at you, never acts like having you around is an effort (even though you are pretty certain that it is), so, maybe, you could return the favor and be earnest for once.
you roll your eyes and huff. you’re not annoyed at him. you’re not annoyed at how he makes you feel. you’re just annoyed that it’s so hard to say, to show.
“you alright?” the space between his brows creases with soft concern. you open your mouth, ready to tell him that yes, you are fine. just tired from walking. you feel the deflection making its way up your throat, tensing your vocal chords, but he tilts his head and your mouth closes shut.
“you are steve.” he frowns, confused, and probably worried that you are experiencing a case of sudden amnesia, but before he can ask and deviate you from your mission, you continue. “there would be no captain america without steve rogers, but there would be a steve rogers without captain america.”
his eyes soften, and for a split millisecond you wonder if something just crossed his mind, or if he saw something behind you, because there is no way he could be looking at you like that. but then he says your name, it comes out breathy, almost with wonder, and so warm. you’ve never heard your name said like that. like a prayer, a prize, a solution. something good.
“don’t get all soft on me now, you’re still wearing the suit.”
he laughs an incredulous laugh. the corners of his eyes crinkle with mirth. it’s blinding, it’s light, it’s him.
“i’m always soft on you.” he says after he sobers up, though he is still smiling softly. “just waiting for you to realize it, sweetheart.”
that pet name. god. you might love it even more than when he says your name. he never calls anyone else by anything other than their name, or perhaps a common nickname. but never that. that is only for you. nat says it’s because you are the sweet part of his heart. you think his entire heart is sweet. you don’t understand how you could have a place there; he seems to know that, and that is why he reminds you over and over again in a million different ways that while you might not believe yourself deserving of it, that does not change the fact that to him you are rooted there. you want to be. there is nowhere else you’d like to rest.
you want to tell him everything. that he not only has put down roots in your heart, but that he has merged with the veins and the vessels that pump blood to it. that without him there wouldn’t be an empty space in your heart, there would simply be no heart. you want to be the person who loves loudly, he deserves that, but some wounds are still too deep, too fresh, and they seem to clog your lungs. the declaration gets stuck somewhere in between there and your throat (and your brain). it makes you panic, the fear that he cannot read your mind, your eyes, that he does not and will never know what he means to you, and that, at some point, he will leave to find someone who can and will tell him all of it. reassure him.
“steve…” it’s pleading. you’re sure you look like a scared animal, wild eyes and frantic breathing. without pausing his walk, he side steps a bit, getting closer to you. in a second your hand is enwrapped in his. he squeezes one, two, three times. then he caresses it with his thumb. your steps falter a bit, but you gather yourself quickly. it would’ve been unnoticeable to anyone, but not to him. you never go unnoticed by him.
he leans a bit, his mouth close to your ear and whispers, almost as a secret, as if not even the trees around you should be privy of it. only you.
“i’ll wait. whenever you’re ready. you’re worth all of it.” you shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that are forming too quickly, trusting he will not let you fall as your feet keep moving forward. you hear him chuckle softly, barely, almost just to himself. you look at him. he’s already looking at you. he gives you a lopsided smile that makes you feel like he knows something you don’t, that maybe no one else does, before speaking again. “waited my whole life for ya, what’s a bit more time?”
and for the first time in your life, you believe someone. you believe him.
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fantasticalchaos · 8 months ago
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Wait if you're into both TWST and EAH I REALLY want to know how you think Hunter Huntsman and Rook would interact both having a similar source but different personalities to say.
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That’s a good and interesting question anon!
It’s true, both are sourced from the Huntsman. And yet - they’re personalities are different! Rook is more flamboyant, passionate, and outgoing (all while keeping details about himself private). On the other hand, Hunter is more on the reserved side - except when it comes to his romantic gestures to his girlfriend, Ashlynn. (I love Huntlynn sm!) Additionally, Hunter - despite his destiny - despises hunting. Rook, does!
Now into how I believe the two hunters (heh) would interact! (Honestly also using this if any Hunter and Rook interactions appear in my fic at any point) [long post below]
First of all, since Hunter is son of the Huntsman (and considering I love TWST x EAH crossovers), he’s gonna be bombarded with Rook’s compliments and praise. 😆 Saying that he’s honoured to meet the descendant of the Huntsman as he would with the other Ever After High students. How strong and heroic he is! How skilled he is! And Hunter, while does enjoy the praise, he does try to remain humble… at times.
Heck, even when Hunter expresses that he doesn’t desire to hunt (though he loves doing the heroics) of his destiny, Rook is all in for it! “What a pure heart and kind soul you have!” Rook respects Hunter’s decision, and even encourages the latter on whatever he does/has a passion for! While Rook embraces his hunter lifestyle and he doesn’t, Hunter appreciates that Rook doesn’t force him into becoming someone he’s not. Rook & Hunter also have an long and jolly chats on animals! Well minus the dead animals part from Rook– Oh and Hunter trying not know some of the strange feeling on how Rook knows all personal things. He wants to at least be polite to Rook, since Rook doesn’t mean that much harm outside of the stalking and lack of personal space.
I also feel like the two would have some archery competitions on rare occasions. All filled with some friendly banter, and Rook would also gives Hunter some pointers on what to improve on. This surprises Hunter with Rook’s perceptiveness.
As for Rook’s nickname for him (and using a web translator), I’m thinking of Monsieur Amoureux de la Nature (Mr. Nature Lover)! It references Hunter’s love for nature overriding the (h)expectations for Hunter and his destiny. Also Ashlynn’s nickname is Princesse des Chaussons Cendrés (Princess of the Ashen Slippers).
Speaking of! Last but not least: ROOK IS A HUGE SUPPORTER FOR HUNTLYNN! If Hunter asks Rook for any help with setting up any romantic gestures, he’ll be right there! Gushes over the couple with such support! How two beautiful kind souls are perfect together! If this was prior to True Hearts Day, Rook will keep their relationship a secret. He will feel bummed out that he can’t share, but he understands and will wait until the couple will do it themselves. Still… Hunter and Ashlynn do get third-wheeled by him sometimes cause Rook is, well, Rook 😅
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“Ah! The love between Monsieur Amoureux de la Nature and Princesse des Chaussons Cendrés is utterly beautiful and heartfelt!” Rook wipes the tears of joy slipping down his face. A giant smile on his face, as he continues. “A romance so pure! So true! A once forbidden love doomed to the narrative, now turned strong and true until the end! Love truly conquers all!!” 🥹
“Thanks Rook!” Hunter thanks him as he scratches his head. “Now can you please leave me and Ash alone for a moment. We’re kind of the middle of something.” 😅
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m0stlygh0st · 1 month ago
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Helooo? ...Wahah, I feel like I don't really know anyone here aside from Sav. No worries there, I'm sure everyone here can answer this well enough.
I'm curious... You all seem quite affectionate with Sav. ...Don't look at mister policeman like that, I'm not saying anything's wrong. Quite the opposite - I'm wondering if some of you might prefer other kinds of affection. Words, giving gifts, just spending time together... Lots of ways to express fondness after all...
-Keiji Shinogi
*Optimus, Kyojuro and Diallos all smile, seemingly happy to talk to Keiji and not suspicious of the policeman. The three *former* delinquents– Spinner, Jin, and Lucas– all seem a little more… unsure about Keiji being an officer, but otherwise seem okay with answering.*
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Keiji!!”
“Yes, it’s always good to meet another of Sav’s friends.”
“They’ve been telling us all about you; give Slep our regards when you see them next, won’t you?” Diallos smiles knowingly at the officer.
“Now then… you wanted to know about the different ways we tend to show our affection?”
*Optimus pauses and looks between his colleagues and notices they’re all looking at him expectantly; he gets a bit shy, but clears his throat.*
“Ah, okay. I guess I’m going first, then. Alright…”
*He sighs for a moment and mulls over the question.*
“How do I show Savanah that I care for her? I believe humans refer to it as ‘acts of service’ in the sense of your ‘love languages,’ if I remember correctly. For me, I see the hard work Sav does for the people she cares about– not just her lovers, but her friends and family as well– and I just… can’t help but find that to be really inspiring to me. And so, if I know she’s been having a rough time or if she’s not feeling good, I’ll jump in and try to help her how I can. Sometimes that’s making dinner for her when she comes home, sometimes it’s tidying up things when she isn’t paying attention, or just helping her to get comfortable for a nap. She’s always so tired, and I wish I knew how to help her better, but she seems to appreciate what I do now, so I guess that means I’m doing something right, right?”
*Optimus feels pleased with his answer, and turns to Kyojuro, looking at him and expecting him to take his turn next. Kyojuro nods with a grin, patting his partner on the shoulder before speaking up.*
“Without a doubt, I think I like showering Sav with gifts the most. Now, don’t get me wrong– I show my love to Sav in all ways, any chance I get…! But… seeing the way her face lights up when I surprise her with something out of the blue? That never fails to get my heart racing and truly fans the flame of my affection for her! <3"
*He laughs a bit, before continuing.*
“Sav isn’t the type to ask for things– even if she needs something. So, naturally, that makes gift giving for her extremely easy. She loves the big extravagant gifts as much as the little ones; she just appreciates the thought that goes into the gifts themselves over anything else. I’m sure you understand what I mean, yes? :)”
*Everyone turns to Diallos, who appears to be lost in thought.*
“Let me see…” he muses quietly to himself a bit, seemingly torn between answers. After a little longer of mulling it over, he finally speaks up with more confidence. 
“When it comes to expressing our love languages to Sav, I feel the best when I can just tell her. I try to praise her in everything she does, truthfully; sometimes I worry that I may come off as disingenuous with how often I compliment her, but she reassures me that it’s fine,” he chuckled softly, bashfully running a hand through his hair.
“It’s… funny, actually. For as much as we compliment each other, I don’t think either of us really know how to take a compliment. She just gets so embarrassed, it’s adorable,” he sighed, an affectionate smile pulling at his lips. 
“I hope she realizes how happy she makes all of us. How much she really means to all of us. That feeling she gets, where she gets so giddy and excited and flustered– I hope I can be the one to make her feel that way directly every day that we’re together.”
*Lucas scratches his neck a bit and crosses his arms in thought; how can he follow up an answer like that? He takes a moment and snaps his fingers, a sort of ‘ah-hah!’ moment striking him.*
Okay. So, Sav’s like a cat– I know she’s more like a bat, but hear me out. You get what I mean– kind of shy and skittish around people, gets weird at 3am, you know? Well, she seems to be the happiest just being near me and spending time with me, so I give that to her as much as I can.
*He smirks a bit.*
She’s really the type to loaf on the sofa and lean on you while you do your own thing, and I really love that about her. She’s so affectionate, even when she’s trying to be covert with it, it’s actually adorable.
*Spinner hums a bit in thought, idly scratching his cheek in thought.*
Sav really likes it when I can touch her. N-not to make things weird, don’t take it like that!
*He sighs and shakes his head, clearly flustered.*
Geez… No, I mean– she seems the happiest when I hold her hand when we’re out in public, or when I reach out and play with her hair or give her head pats… Especially the head pats, actually. I think… it’s because she knows that I was nervous about hurting her when we first got together. I didn’t want my claws to hurt her or anything, so when I got more comfortable and started to get a little more deliberate in putting my hands on her– little stuff at first, like a hand on her back or taking her hand– she was really excited. She’s been constantly asking me for my hands to ask for pets or to be held ever since.
*Jin’s the last to answer, and all eyes are on him.*
… Gimme a second to think about it, will ya?!
*Jin thinks long and hard about it, before sighing and rubbing at his temples a bit. Finally, he sighs, seemingly coming to terms with his answer.*
Alright. I think that for me, it’s just gettin’ to do stuff with her. She really takes the time to get to know a guy and make him feel special, y’know? So… I guess I try and do the same for her when I can. I like going on walks around town with her or giving her ‘scary dog privilege’ when she’s out and about and wants to feel safe– as strong as she is, she gets super anxious going out on her own, and I don’t blame her. I’m just happy this mug of mine is good for something.
*Everyone, seemingly pleased with their answers, starts to disperse, but Optimus lingers back with a smile.*
“Thanks again for stopping by, Keiji. It was great to finally meet you! Hopefully, we were all able to answer your question one way or another. Though, I’m curious to know how exactly you show your love for Slep– have you given it much thought? Or is it one of those kinds of things that comes second nature to you at this point in your relationship with them?”
*He chuckles a bit, his question half serious and half good-natured teasing.*
“Take care, Mr. Policeman. Give Slep our regards when you see them, will you?”
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industrations · 2 years ago
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NICE THINGS FOR YOU VIA A LONG ASS ASK:
1. I literally just had to talk to my psych today about body shit as yes indeed as the weather gets warmer my mean brain voices get louder. So I'm so so so sorry your brain is doing that to you and the things the voice is saying aren't true (trust me I'm a stranger on the internet). And, something I've been remembering recently is the mean brain voice isn't an enemy to be shouted down or ousted, but a part of child you who is scared and just trying to keep you safe. If you listen to what it is they are afraid of, you may then know how to soothe their fear and quiet them down
2. I adore your art and Reggie of the day makes me smile Every. Single. Time. Thank you for sharing your creations with us. What you do directly brings joy and happiness to people like me every day
3. I'm a decade older. I wish I could tell you that the voices go away forever or that there is a magic answer to gender and presentation and figuring out how to exist peaceably in a meat tupperware. What I can tell you is things are SO MUCH BETTER now than when I was 22. I know it's a fucking queer cliche to be like "it gets better" but it does. It really really does. I love my body now, and the way it exists in the world, in a way I didn't think I ever, ever would.
3a. ****Queer joy and pleasure is your birthright.**** you DESERVE TO EXIST exactly as you are. Right now. And be celebrated and affirmed and given full-throated praise and support and validation from the people who love you. Me (again, stranger on the internet), and all your followers are here for you in that. We celebrate you! We appreciate you! We literally have conversations where we talk about how great your work is and how awesome you are in the fandom!
4. *TW: PHYSICAL COMPLIMENT* Your aesthetic is mint and you are def a dead ringer for Reggie, esp Gender Reggie, and in fact you don't look like Reggie, Reggie looks like you. I think all my writers would back me up on that.
Anyway
Sending you love and gay hugs and like, auntie care packages with nail polish and homemade cookies and fancy gel pens from the expensive stationary store. 💌💅🏼🍪🖊💖💙💜💛🖤🩵🤍🩷
This was a journey haha and with every section it made me smile more (and cry a little but in a good way) I don’t even know what to say to it all just that i’ve stored it away in my brain and i’m keeping it safe treasuring all the nice words.
Also reggie looks like me?!!! :0 look at me go, that’s pretty damn cool
That you guys talk about my art outside of social media where i can see always surprises me (in a good way) like whaa there really is people out there thinking and talking about something i made right now.
THANK YOU so much for the nice words and the auntie care package 🥰🫶💕
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onlyswan · 2 years ago
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GODDAMN IT ARTEMIS HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS LIKE THAT AFTER THAT LAST DRABBLE!
i am such a sucker for domestic fluff and the way you capture not just jungkook’s personality, but the also realities of being in a relationship so perfectly makes me so happy. although i’ve been a long time reader, i’ve been too shy to say anything and im sorry ;( but i’ve read and re-read every drabble in the in which series and they honestly make me feel so at home.
my favourite part from the most recent drabble has to be:
"you're so beautiful." he thinks out loud, ‘lovestruck' written all over his softened features. i wish there's a better word for it. ehh, uhh, there probably is but..”
his forehead creases as he exerts mental power to flip through his dictionary, eyeballs pointing in different directions as if he will read the word somewhere on the walls.
“but i can't think of one right now... my brain isn't working."
the compliment told dreamily makes your fragile heart beat louder inside your ribcage. concealing a flattered smile, you shake your head in disbelief.
“you think changing the topic like this will work?"
the water sloshes around as you inch closer, running the cloth over his shoulders and across his collarbones.
" i mean it." he replies firmly, hands sneaking in to caress the sides of your waist, fingertips grazing your skin to trace amorphous drawings. “i didn't always get the chance to look at you... like take my time and, really look at you. i hate that."
something about this moment right here makes my heart flutter, even if it’s not the most poetic part of the drabble. jk’s unfiltered love for o/c coming out in just a couple of words and longing gazes seriously brings tears to my eyes. nothing over the top, or too complicated just some simple, good ol fashioned loving.
i did not mean for this to be as long as it is lol, it’s just really easy to praise your works. i love your writing, and i love you. keep doing what you’re doing, you’re doing amazing :)
HEHEHE 🤭 MY WRITING MAKING YOU CURSE IS SO SATISFYING LOL the goal is always to make you feel things :P
thank you so much anonie! i totally understand why you’d feel shy but i’m happy you finally slid into my inbox with this 🥺 you seem so sweet and lovely i appreciate you tons <3
AHHHH i love this part too. imagining and writing it made me so >:((( i want to squish him so bad
jk’s unfiltered love for o/c coming out in just a couple of words and longing gazes seriously brings tears to my eyes.
damn it now i’m also emotional </3 screaming into my pillow brb
long messages talking about a drabble is always my favorite so we good 🥹 it truly means a lot to me to know what you think! makes all the effort worth it and motivates me to execute other ideas <3 i love youuuu and i hope you have a great week ahead 🫂
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kulemiwrites · 6 months ago
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Akira Nishikiyama | NSFW A-Z
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Rating: 18+ SMUTTY CONTENT Character(s): (Before the turn) Akira Nishikiyama Warning: When I do these, they act sort of as my guidelines that I follow for when I am writing smut of the character in question. Obviously, these are headcanons but some of these headcanons may be lore heavy (and for the sake of brevity may not be explained here)- based on things I’ve come up with over the years. Privately or publicly. If something seems out of character or doesn’t make sense to you, that may be why! It'd be nice if you could manage to enjoy it anyway. There will be mentions of casual sex as well as significant others. Also, please bear in mind that while gender neutral pronouns and terms of endearment are used, the partner(s) in question have vaginas and this has been written with feminine folks in mind.
Using the following NSFW HEADCANON GAME by fairy-tail-babes
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He’s different depending on the relationship with his sexual partner. If he’s just hooking up with someone, he’ll give them an appreciative kiss and compliment them on the time spent, even help them clean up but unless he’s really into them, they probably shouldn’t expect too much affection from him. If they’re his significant other, he’s the most snuggly monster in the world. He wants to be in their skin. He’s showering them in kisses, praises and whatever other affection he can fit into the time he has before he needs to help clean up. He’s quick to ask if they’re in the mood to eat afterwards- he always works up an appetite and he’d like to share his meal with his lover. In either case, if his sexual partner is a smoker, he’s happy to share an after sex cigarette.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
If not his torso, just because of how hard he worked to build his body, definitely his hair because he knows how lovely it is. He loves for his partner’s fingers to make their way into his hair during sex. He puts a lot of effort into making sure it looks nice everyday and most would think that he’s really sensitive about it getting messed up but if it’s getting messed up because he’s putting in work– he can handle it. Yank and pull, stroke and twirl, he loves it all.
He’s the guy that if ever asked, “Ass or tits?” He kisses his teeth and answers with “Pussy.” He’s going to adore his partner from top to bottom but that part of them literally holds a power of him that he knows should be studied. It’s all he can think about and when he does think about it– just think about it, he begins to drool. More on this at 5!
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He’s unlikely to cum inside unless the risk of pregnancy is as close to 0 as humanly possible- which means, unless he’s wearing a condom, it’s pretty unlikely. Other than that, he doesn’t care where he cums as long as he gets to. Typically, he pulls out and strokes himself onto whatever is right above the hole he’s been fucking- stomach/back but he’s ALWAYS open to requests. It might be worth noting that his diet isn’t the best, he’s been smoking for several years and probably doesn’t drink as much water as he should.. He’s not upset if his partner doesn’t swallow. He gets it but of course he’s always appreciative. And as far as his partner is concerned, his motto is: The Wetter The Better. He LOVES a squirter. Loves it. If he can, he’ll make it happen time and time again until there’s a massive mess left behind proving how good of a job he’s done. Bonus points if his lover didn’t know that they could squirt until they met him.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wet panties turn him on beyond belief. If his partner spreads their legs, still in their underwear and there’s a wet spot, he’s going to start leaking himself. Again, the wetter the better. If they’re soaked, he may get down on his knees and start begging for a taste. He doesn’t even care if he’s pathetic in the moment. He’ll address his shame with the man in the mirror at a later date.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not saying that he’s a whore but he’s far from inexperienced. He’s had more than his fair share of partners. He’s been at it for a while now and he’s someone that learns from all of his experiences. While he’s confident in his abilities, he learned a long time ago that everyone is different and what tricks might work on one might not work on the next so he’s got an…extensive repertoire. 
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
There is nothing in this world that can get him off faster than having a lovely someone sitting on his face. He’s tried 69’ing but it’s honestly a little too distracting. He muuuch prefers this- having his partner standing over his face, his arms locked around their thighs, keeping them from running away from him. If he needs stimulation, which he will, he can simply reach down and fist his own cock to his heart's content. With this position over something like 69’ing, he can seek stimulation at his own pace and not have to worry about cumming before his sweet baby does. He can focus of the task at hand first. This is literally the ONLY time he accepts hovering. If he’s asking to have his face sat on, he’s going to get pissed if they hover. “Babe, I said sit the fuck down.” In the case of penetrative sex, he loves cowgirl. Someone that knows how to ride is sure to make him lose his mind. He’ll leave them mostly in control to use him however they like but if they get tired, he doesn’t mind taking charge.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It depends on more than a few factors. The type of person his sexual partner is, his relationship to them, the circumstance behind the sex, etc. If he’s having sex with his significant other and he’s particularly jealous, there won’t be a damn thing on this damn earth to crack a smile about. If he’s with a hookup that he hit it off with and they accidentally elbowed him in the head while shifting positions, then yeah, he’ll chuckle it off. If he’s with a dedicated partner that he feels truly and deeply safe with and connected to, anything can make him giggle before a couple kisses. It really just depends.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s got a thin happy trail that turns into full on thick, straight pubes. He tries to keep everything shaved down as best as he can because he hates how hot he gets when he’s rocking a full bush.  When he’s not doing well mentally though, he lets it go and doesn’t think about it. Chances are during this time, no one is seeing what’s going on down there anyway. Not even if he has a significant other.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
Just as with Aftercare, he’s different depending on the relationship with his sexual partner. Now, there is an elephant in the room. Akira Nishikiyama was known to be quite the feet sweeping casanova. He did treat all of his partners as if they were the most special people on the planet. That was what left them so smitten afterward but it’s different for romantic partners. His voice is softer as is his gaze and touch. It’s not a mask that he can simply put on to impress them. This is genuine. He’s not being a playboy. He’s simply a man in love. They know that he doesn’t want to let them go. 
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’s quick to masturbate if he’s giving his lover head. Hell, he masturbates at the thought of giving his lover head if he can’t get to them fast enough sometimes. He prefers jerking himself to actual penetrative sex when he’s got a wet pussy sliding across his tongue. He’s not really afraid to yank it if he has to. It’s a natural part of life as far as he’s concerned. He likes to wrap a pair of wet panties around the base of his dick as he strokes himself when he can.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Pussy worship- Akira is obsessed with the female form but most specifically the pussy. He can’t get enough of the taste, the smell, the juices mixed with saliva running down his chin. He could eat his lover’s pussy a million times and he’s certain he’d be on his knees begging to go a million more. 
JOI- He hates that he loves being told what to do. He hardly lasts even when he’s been instructed not to cum– he.. has to work on that.. He will. Maybe. Until then, he’s willing to keep practicing. 
Praise/Body worship (receiving)-  Sometimes when he’s feeling low, he enjoys being on the receiving end of worship and praises. He wants to hear that his body is the one that’s perfect. He wants to be the one touched delicately. He wants to be marveled at. Deep down, it’s not even a want. It’s really a need. And is that too much to ask?
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Wherever the pants fall. If his sexual partner isn’t afraid of sneaking a quickie in somewhere quiet but public, he’s all for it. Hell, he’s not above fucking in his car if the mood strikes but the post nut clarity does make him stress out alot about the mess afterwards. So, he does try to make it to whoever’s place is closest or even a love hotel, when he can. If he’s in a lodging of some kind when it’s time to take action, he’ll take the bed, the floor, couch, table– he doesn’t care. He does have a really soft spot for shower and bathtub sex though. He typically reserves that for his romantic partners but hey, if he’s showering with a hookup and either of them are raring to go another round, he won’t be opposed. 
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
As long as he’s attracted to his sexual partner, it doesn’t really take a whole lot to get him going but there are a few things that will get him sending those eyes in their direction: He’s very fond of tight dresses that stop around the mid-thigh and a pair of heels. He may have his poker face on but chances are he’s thinking about ankles dangling over his shoulders or those thighs squishing around his head. He’s got a thing for the color red, too. Red lips, red nails, red heels, a red dress or skirt- hell, even pants and shorts work. (Not all at once obviously- he appreciates style before all else.) It really turns him on. He’s not even sure why it riles him up like that. It’s a certain shade of red though. Bright, cherry red. Another thing is really mental stimulation- he wants someone that can keep up with him. As long as there’s mutual respect, there’s going to be a lot of banter but sometimes he’ll (playfully) get fed up with the shit talk and once the opportunity presents itself, he’ll be challenging them in another way. Damn, how’d that cock get in their mouth? Huh, strange. Now, what were they saying again?
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There’s not a whole lot that he won’t do. When it comes to sex, he tries his best to be as open minded as possible. He’d hard no something like scat but he’d consider watersports before eventually coming to a soft no. If it sorta happened by accident or something he wouldn’t be upset but he doesn’t see himself being super excited about it. One thing is for certain, he’s definitely not into having sex with someone who hasn’t given enthusiastic consent. If he can’t tell that his partner is 100% into it, he’ll go soft immediately. Maybe it’s an ego thing, but he needs to be able to tell from beginning to end that they’re dying to be with him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He can appreciate receiving good head. If he’s got a sexual partner that’s got him whining and curling his toes, he’d remember their name and number by heart forever. But he will dream about the lover whose pussy made him cum all over himself in minutes. There is no aspect of sex that he enjoys more than pussy eating and he’s fantastic at it. He doesn’t share this fact, he lets his partners learn this themselves… or through the grapevine. He’s passionate, enthusiastic- perhaps even overly enthusiastic, leaving one to question who is the one really one the receiving end of the pleasure. There was a period of time when he thought that there was something wrong with him, since not many of his friends shared the same passion but once he realized how appreciative his partners were afterward he came to terms with it. He’s got an abnormally long tongue and he’s not afraid to use it in ways that he’s certain the creator never intended. About the length of his tongue, he often jokes that when he was being created, something got messed up and the inches meant for his dick went to his tongue instead. Age and experience has helped him shed insecurity over it. He’s grateful for it now and he’d have it no other way. He enjoys penetrative sex, absolutely, but he can cum just as hard- if not harder while performing oral.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Pace depends on the factors at play- Who is he having sex with? Why is he having sex with them? Where is he having sex with them? If he knows exactly how the other person likes it, chances are, he’s just going to fuck them whichever way they prefer. However, it goes without saying that he’s a jealous romantic partner, and sometimes he has really territorial sex that consists of marking like, biting and hickies and his strokes are typically just harder by default. Sometimes, he’ll even have sex with the intention of relieving stress and even then he’s rough. If his partner is okay with it, that’s going to consist of a lot of smacking and slapping- this could be as mild as the ass or thighs or even a little more intense like the face and chest. He tries to get the majority of it out of his system well before he cums because he’d like to show his partner some gentleness and appreciation. He doesn’t want them to feel used by the end. 
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Sometimes a quickie is all he has time for before he walks out of the door. Sometimes the mood’s struck in an “unfortunate” setting and he and his partner have to make do where they are– Akira Nishikiyama is not opposed to quickies by a long shot. If there's an opportunity to get it in and he’s in the mood, he’s down. 
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
If the risk is semi-public sex, he’s doooown! No questions asked. If the risk is unprotected sex with a random hookup– no thanks. Not only is he terrified of catching something, he’s not a fan of the idea of having a kid he’s not prepared for with a person he doesn’t even know. Even if he’s with someone he’s known a while or been with for a while, it takes a lot for him to forgo a condom. Once he finally does, he’s going to be stressed about it the first few months after the fact. 
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s got pretty high stamina. He can last a good while but once he cums he’s going to definitely need a break. He’s rebooting. If his partner hasn’t been taken care of yet or is still wanting more in the meantime, he’s more than happy to pleasure them any other way that doesn’t involve his dick. It’s on break and not to be disturbed. He can definitely fuck a few times a day when they’re separated by hours but back to back rounds (just minutes apart) aren’t a daily occurrence. He’s got to really be fucking out some pent up rage if he’s fucking through a previous orgasm or something. 
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’s cool if his partner has a vibrator but he’s not cool with a dildo that’s any larger than his cock. It will trigger insecurity in him that he refuses to discuss. It’ll be obvious what’s happening. So, does it really need a conversation? Anyway, he’ll couple their vibe with whatever it is he’s doing. He’ll put it against their clit while he’s sending his hips forward to knock and knock against their g-spot. He’s had someone use a vibrating cock ring on him before and he enjoyed it but it was way too much stimulation for him. He became overwhelmed with all the sensations. He sometimes makes his lover hold their vibe against their clit while he tongue fucks them. 
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Akira is a fantastic lover but he’s a cruel fucker. He loves making his partners squirm. The more hardened a person they are, the more hellbent he will be on breaking them down until they’re nothing but a begging slut. He takes great pleasure in making people beg to be touched, to cum, to have him inside of them. It strokes his ego knowing how bad he’s needed. If he can get someone to say words they’d usually never utter in any other circumstances, he’d be on top of the world. As much as he likes to tease and make his partners wait for what he’s going to give them, he’s screaming and crying on the inside because he needs it just as bad if not more than they do. He’ll have a good game face but he cracks the moment he’s inside them or his tongue is met with slick- whichever comes first.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Unless he’s eating pussy (because he’s really too far gone then), he really tries to hold back when he’s with someone who’s not his romantic partner aside from panting. He’d much rather hear the result of what he’s doing to him than vice versa. However, if he’s comfortable enough? He’s a moaner groaner. His sounds start out as soft moans and he punctuates them with loud groans. He talks a good bit too, no matter who he’s with. He’s asking if his partner is feeling good. He’s teasing them. He’s complimenting them. He’s telling them what to do. 
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
To backtrack to the letter M– his affinity for the color red on his lover is serious. He will pay for them to get their nails done biweekly if they let him and regularly put in a special request for the color red. When they’re done, he wants them to show them off, but he wants them to model their pretty fingers by wrapping them around his cock. He doesn’t know what his problem is but there’s something about seeing pearlescence dripping down that glossy red paint that drives him nuts. Don’t even get him started on having red lipstick smeared across his cockhead…
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Akira is a little less than average in length erect coming in at just over 4 ½ inches and uncircumcised. His shaft is tan while the head is bright pink, looking more reddish when he’s erect. He’s got a nice girth with it but the tastiest part of his dick isn’t the girth, it’s the curve. That curve!! His penis is formed as if it was special ordered to stimulate a g-spot. There was a very long period of time when he found himself extremely insecure about his length. He still does battle with it sometimes. If he has to be honest, he attributes that insecurity to how he gained his cunnilingus skill. He wanted to make sure that he pleased his partners somehow and he didn’t think his dick was the way to do it. Over time, he came to really, really enjoy the activity. Eventually he learned through exploration that his dick can stimulate that spot even better than his fingers can. He’s unstoppable now.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His mental health affects his sex drive a lot. Sure, when he’s frustrated and angry, he does find himself wanting to do it for a bit of stress relief. When he’s down though, he doesn’t want to be touched nor does he want to touch himself. He can sometimes go months without any sort of sexual stimulation/activity. It’s just the last thing on his mind. When he’s doing well mentally? It’s pretty average. He does notice a spike in his sex drive anytime he’s in a relationship, though. He could have them multiple times a day if they’re open to it. Funnily enough, his desire is highest in the mornings and if he gets it out of his system when he first wakes up, he’s fine all day. If he ignores it, he just has to struggle with need nagging at him nonstop. 
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he’s in the comfort of a bed and he’s not got anywhere to be, once he’s got a snack/meal and the cleaning is taken care of, Akira is out for the count. His lover could be having a full on conversation with him and suddenly they’re answered with light snoring. Nothing is keeping that man awake. Chances are, he worked pretty hard. Let him get his beauty sleep.
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ageofkarme · 13 days ago
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Growing up, praise was something Karme got used to being without. He found other ways to keep going and tinkering, but that didn't change the fact that he wanted to be told he'd done a good job by other people. Polaris wasn't giving much, but what little he offered was cherished. Why? Because Karme's gut feeling told him that his last name, noble heritage, or the fact that he was being paid a small fortune to be here had nothing to do with Polaris' compliments. He saw value in Karme's mind, as scatterbrained it may be, and that was something the witch could appreciate.   "I'm not foolish. I know it's not as simple as saying "I want to make things" and suddenly everything is better. It'll take a lot of work, but that's exciting to me! One day, the whole queendom will know my name because I'll finally make something no one else can. In the meantime, I'll keep practicing with my spare parts and greasy gears in my workshop. I'm finally okay with failing forward. Didn't you mess up a lot before you became a master?" For the first time in his life, nothing was forcing Karme's optimism. He had unburdened a lot recently at the Chrysanthos ancestral castle, and now he was looking entirely toward the future. "Since becoming an Olympian, all I've done is tinker away at my family's vacation estate. I'm packing because I'm leaving Genovia, at least for a while. I'm going to Vulcan's Vessel to set up shop and lend my mind to the Tower. No support, no more allowance or golden flowers in my robes, I'll just be Karme. Except … I think it's been a couple days since I started packing. I'm not sure, I always lose track of time when I'm with my things."   It had been a while since Karme last slept. He was at two days of no sleep when he started this cycle of packing then forgetting he was packing, so by the amount he was blinking it was safe to say he was at four or five now. Wouldn't be much longer before one of these piles became his bed for a bit. "When I need to sleep, my body collapses and I get some. But there's too much to do to sleep every day, I don't know how people do it!" he says with a grin. Maybe he'd be a bit sturdier if he took care of himself better, but sometimes everything else seemed less important than building a new tool. His imagination was too vast for a twenty-four hour day. "I'm just surprised a cousin sent you. I assumed you'd be talentless when you told me, but you seem like a guy who knows his stuff. I'm gonna have the best sculpture ever and it'll be of me!"   Karme had genuine excitement for the end product, so much so that he got distracted while thinking about it and didn't realize Polaris was so close until he turned to face the elvhen again. "Honestly? No. I mean, your trick earlier helped. When you were in my ear and I started picturing the sculpture, I didn't think about anything else. But other than that, I always think about five different things at once. Like right now, I don't even remember all that I have stored in my girdle but I’m trying to, and I want to modify my ship, and you smell really good, but do I smell even decent? Oh and I've still got to repair my other Sisters and—" Flushed again, Karme at least allowed himself to get drawn into Polaris' eyes and not look away. "Even if I'm in a battle, I'll still follow inspiration and start tweaking my tools. I don't really know what a quiet mind sounds like. Must be boring."
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While Karme worked, Polaris's gaze lingered on the artificer’s hands. The quick, precise movements of his fingers - the way they danced - coaxed brilliance from the mundane, like drawing fire from stone. He shaped the unshapable and bent the wildness of the world to his will in a way that echoed the hunger in the dragon’s heart. This creature, so small, so breakable, yet infinite in his craft, contained entire worlds between his palms. The tools he wielded seemed to hum with life, singing a song of creation that Polaris admittedly found interesting.
“A noble pursuit,” Polaris murmured, though the words tasted bittersweet. Creation has always carried a cost. The Aetherians had sought perfection, building a world that demanded the destruction of another. Those ashes still clung to the edges of his tongue, acrid and unrelenting. Memories had teeth sharper than any dragon’s. But Karme - Karme came as a cleansing balm, a spark of purity in the ruins of Polaris’s recollection. He’d expected some spoiled, entitled brat, but instead, this strange and vibrant artificer stirred something dormant.
“Packing? For why?” Polaris asked, his voice low, the question less about practicality and more a way to keep Karme’s attention. His gaze drifted across the cluttered workspace, alive with half-finished wonders. Considering Karme’s frenetic energy, it would take a lifetime to pack it all away. ���Something tells me you don’t spend a great deal of time sleeping,” Polaris added, his tone both teasing and contemplative. The livewire artificer practically buzzed, as if sleep would only dull the sharp edges of his brilliance.
“I’ve yet to disappoint,” Polaris said, almost to himself, though the words were meant for Karme. The challenge of understanding him - of capturing his essence - it fed Polaris’s idle appetite. A dragon’s hunger was eternal, but this was different. He wanted not to devour Karme, but to take him in, to cradle that essence and give it the sort of life that blurred the boundaries between statue and man. That was the service Polaris provided. Even Karme’s imperfections - the smudges of soot, the sparks of distraction - would make for an enticing piece.
“Sleep deprivation aside,” Polaris mused, leaning closer, his voice as tender as a dragon could permit, “is there anything else that quiets your mind?"
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chippedaxe · 3 years ago
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no thoughts just reader wearing a maid dress with the different mcyt. (nsfw)
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Title: Maid Dress Hc's
Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), praise, pet names, exhibitionism (not rlly) ???, possessiveness, SUB reader,
Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia
Synopsis: The reader wears a maid dress and here are the mcyt's reactions.
Word count: 1.2k
Note: you guys are so down bad, I love it <3
I KNOW ITS TAKEN A WHILE TO ANSWER, IM SOZ
*I hate the word smirks because it makes me think of Debbie Ryan's weird smile from radio rebel but whatever :/
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cc! Dream
- His face was one of shock, this wasn't expected but was certainly welcomed. "Oh wow Darling, is all this for me?" Dream is just casually sitting in his chair when you come up to him wearing the maid dress "It better all be for me, because I'm not letting anyone else get the privilege of seeing you like that!" Dream is flustered.
- He's torn apart. One side of him wants to keep you private and all to himself but another part of him ones to show you off as a prize to all of his friends, putting you on display and having everyone worship you but not being able to actually do anything to you.
- He'd put his arms behind his head and just watch you, smirking to himself "Do a little twirl for me.." he bites his lip and watches you spin around in your short dress. His pants tighten around his crotch and that's when you know that you're done for.
cc! Sapnap
- "Hey babe, look at me!" you interrupt him while he's on a call with his camera turned off, Sapnap turns around and looks you up and down "Wow darl' that's fuckin' gorgeous.. These guys wish they could see you right now.." Sapnap groaned as he stared at you.
- Sapnap suddenly feels a tad bit flustered as he remembers that the guys can actually hear what he's saying but plays it off anyways, You spin around for him and show him your frills and lace "You're so pretty oh my lord.." he smiles at you.
- Sapnap suddenly grabs you and places you on his lap, signaling you to be quiet as he slowly explores your clothed body. You shut your mouth and try to keep quiet, your breathing becoming heavier as Sapnap slides his hand up your dress.
- Sapnap pushes his fingers past your underwear and slips his fingers inside of you, stopping himself from groaning at the feeling of your warm walls around his fingers. "Come on Sapnap, don't be rude! Show them to us, we're all really intrigued now!" The guys complain "That's too bad because they're all mine.." Sapnap smirks.
cc! George
- He lets out a full on gasp as you enter the room which causes Dream (on the phone) to question what was happening "NOTHING, absolutely nothing!" George is flabbergasted by how you look. You're everything he's ever wanted and you're everything that he needs, George's jaw drops and you can hear Dream complaining again.
- "Sorry It's just my partner, they look SO good!" George gulps nervously as he cant take his eyes off you "Aw, they look better than me? :( " Dream asks jokingly "Everyone looks better than you" George replies "Hey- don't be rude.." you laugh.
- "I think- I've gotta go.. I'll call you back actually" George hangs up on Dream and he stands up, his hands finding their place on your hips as he leans towards you and kisses your lips. George lowers his hands so he's now full on groping your ass, squeezing your thighs as well.
- You let out a soft moan as you feel George's hardness press up against you, the muscle becoming bigger in his pants by the second. "So.. So pretty.. So good.. All mine.."
cc! Eret
- He just sits there in his chair expectedly and waiting for you to come in the room, her expression and whole mood changing the instant you enter the door with the dress on. "What are you wearing? Is- Is there something special?" They're confused but not angry about it.
- Her hands are quickly working to get it off as quickly as you were working to get it on. Eret appreciates every little piece of lace and clothing you put on for them as they take it off, sliding the skirt off and pausing to look at the soaked lace undies.
- His hands massage your thighs gently, admiring you thigh high socks you put on as well. Their eyes wander and they notice you're also wearing thigh garters "So dressed up, and you're all mine.." Eret gets a rush from seeing you like this.
- You. Will. Not. Walk. That is a warning. Eret will 100% guaranteed keep you from being able to walk tomorrow (assuming you could already walk in the first place) by ramming into you at high speeds and bruising your hips.
cc! Karl
- He was already expecting it, he was the one who bought you the maid dress in fact but he just didn't expect how damn good you looked in it. The dress complimented you perfectly, the sight in you in it made Karl's mouth water.
- He will probably try to keep the costume on you, only sliding your underwear to the side to fuck you. He would of course worry about ruining the dress with his cum though "What if this is the last time I see you in this dress?" he doesn't like that thought. He needs to see you dressed up like this for him way more.
- He would grind against you while you sit there looking pretty in your outfit, feeling happy to do it and attend to your every will. Karl is your happy boyfriend and would do fuckin' anything for a hot person like you, and I mean anything.
- He would get so upset if you told him that stream wanted to see the maid dress "Well they can't! This is all mine!" he will pout and keep you to himself "That's not fair Karl.." you remind him "Well- I'll wear the maid dress then! Just not you, who knows who might try to steal you away!" he crosses his arms "I don't know about that but I'm all for making you wear the maid dress" you grin.
cc! Punz
- "Holy fuck!" he tackles you to the bed and pins you underneath him, "Is it my birthday already? Holy shit.." Punz looks down at you. You look up at him with your lust filled eyes, ready for him to just take you.
- "Thought you may like it" you smile "More than just like it! I love it!" his hands won't leave you. Punz' rubs your skin, patting your hips and opening your legs up for him to get between. You close your thighs around your face unintentionally but he loves it, gasping at the feeling of being trapped under you.
- Punz will ruin you and probably ruin that maid dress you were wearing, his teeth ripping the lace underwear so he could have better access to your genitals "h-hey! That was expensive!" you complain. "I'll by you some more if you wear them for me, babe.." Punz hums from under you.
- He will destroy you the moment he actually fucks you, his hips shuddering against your non-stop until you both cum and even then he still isn't stopping. You unleashed a beast and now he won't stop until he's fully calmed down and satisfied.
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gccdwitch · 7 months ago
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“Oh, really?” Quinn’s eyebrows arch in genuine surprise, an excited grin slowly forming on her face at his words. “There are more people buying plants recently? That’s amazing!” Sure, most people she knew had some plant in their home but it was always exciting when more people joined the plant parents club. And it was especially good when they went to Theo because that meant that the plants would be going in good hands and the person would actually be able to take care of the plant instead of watching it wither away on a forgotten bookshelf or something. He would make sure that their new home would be a nice fit. “You should send some clients over to us, too,” she jokes, gently bumping her shoulder into his. It is a relief to hear him say he doesn’t mind Quinn’s company, since she’d practically forced it upon him. Talking to him again is really nice, she’s missed him even if it really hadn’t been that long since the two of them last saw each other. Theo has a really calm, reassuring presence that she always appreciates, especially because it’s quite the contrast to most of her other friends who tend to be a lot more… boisterous.
The compliments make her beam, her mood actually lifting for a moment, and she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear before it has the chance to start bothering her. “Thank you. I’m glad you think so. It means a lot. Really.” Well, it means a lot from other people, too, but Theo actually knew what he was doing when it came to plants so hearing praise from him must mean that she was doing things right. “But yes! That’s a great idea. I’d love it if you checked on the Croton, too. It’d be nice to know if it’s settling in well. You’re welcome over whenever you feel like it. Just let me know so I can let you in or tell Alfie to let you in, in case I’m not around.”
She hums sympathetically, nodding her head along as Theo speaks. “I don’t either. Not by my own free will, at least. Alfie tends to drag me along for these things.” She wrinkles her nose as her eyes jump through the crowd, looking for any sign of her roommate only to find nothing. “He completely abandoned me once he saw… his other friends.” Quinn doesn’t mean to sound as bitter as she accidentally does. It’s great that Alfie has other people in his life that he cares about and that care about him just as deeply, it’s good for him and she doesn’t even mind that he’s so close with Elijah. It’s just that… it doesn’t always feel great when he runs off and leaves her behind without even a single thought. Especially when it’s during something like a town hall meeting. Crowds always make her uneasy and she doesn’t like being all on her own. “But whatever! I’m glad I found you because I would have probably moped by myself at the back if you didn’t want to hang out.” She drops her phone back in her bag with little care before turning to Theo again. “Do you want to go find some seats? Maybe somewhere closer to the exit?”
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Theo never really was a town hall meeting kind of guy, for the most part he’d rather just stay home, talking to his plants and cats. It wasn’t as if him showing up would make any difference, and human politics stressed him out. But, when even he could tell things were seriously amiss from the moss he buried his head under, it’d be irresponsible to not do his civic duty by attending. As he spots failing in the clowd, his eyes dart in the direction of it. Were they okay? Did they need help? Every time he tried to peer around the crowd, it seemed like there was always someone in the way, but all his concern fades when he heard Quinn call out to him. “Hey Quinn!” He calls back with a wave, smiling as he finally sees her through the crowd. He wasn’t about to protest a familiar face, he hadn’t thought of texting anyone he was coming to this meeting before he arrived and realized how out of his depth he actually was with all of this; and knowing Ches, Kaleb, and Solomon - they all already had seats planned - it’d be rude to text them last minute and ask if he could join. Even if he knew Ches and Kaleb probably would encourage him reaching out if they knew he was considering it.
At least he’d bumped into a familiar face, even if Quinn ended up running back to sit with Alfie, he was relieved to see her.
“I’ve been a bit busy with the stall lately, there’s been an influx in neighbors looking for new plants, I’m really glad you came over.” He said. Honestly out of all of his friends, Quinn always seemed to understand his feelings regarding his plants the most. It was a breath of fresh air, and he smiles as he looks over her shoulder to look through the photos she’s trying to show him. “Your lemon tree looks amazing, please congratulate it for me on rowing it’s first lemon. That’s a huge accomplishment, and you're doing an incredible job taking care of it, Quinn.” He smiles. Honestly even without Quinn’s powers, he was certain he’d feel comfortable letting plants go home with her. She seemed to really care about them, and understand the importance of taking care of them - that just because they spoke in a language most people would never comprehend, didn't make them any less alive. “I’m glad to hear that about the Peace Lily too, I’d be more than happy to come over to talk to both it and your new Croton if you’d like me too to make sure they’re settling in alright, but you’re great with your plants so I wouldn’t worry too much. They went to an extremely good home, and I factored in the personalities of your other plants before bringing it to you so I’m sure it’s making friends with your other plants, and thriving. And the red looks incredible in your living room, it’s got gorgeous leaves. Thank you for all the updates, Quinn. I look forward to meeting the new Croton the next time I’m over.” He smiled. At least he could always count on Quinn keeping him in the loop with her plants, it was nice, hearing updates. “I’m not, I usually don’t come to these things and I didn’t think of texting anyone to make plans before showing up - so honestly you’d be doing me a massive favor if you joined me because I’m out of my element here.” Although, honestly even if he did have someone sitting with him, Quinn would always be welcome. She was his friend, after all. ( @gccdwitch )
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primofate · 3 years ago
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Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons
Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD
Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D
Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships
Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager
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Genshin Volleyball Team manager
It’s just fuckin’ chaos
On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya
“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”
Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.
So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”
Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.
So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?
#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)
Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 
You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.
There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 
You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”
The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.
“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.
“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”
Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.
Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.
“How did you know?”
“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”
Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.
#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)
Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.
But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.
You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.
After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.
The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 
You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 
He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.
“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”
#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)
You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.
lol jk
safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.
all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.
He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.
He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.
Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”
By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.
You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”
You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.
“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”
Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”
Diluc jump kicks him away from you.
#4 Albedo (Setter)
You also don’t know how to approach this guy
He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.
He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.
You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.
You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.
There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”
He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 
When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it
Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.
Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  
Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”
#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)
It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.
For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 
That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.
He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 
Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.
This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.
So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.
Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.
You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.
Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.
He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.
You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 
You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.
#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)
One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.
Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.
Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.
One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.
You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 
Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.
Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.
Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.
That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.
#7 Xiao (Libero)
is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.
You know this because there are subtle things he does. 
He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.
This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.
You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game
So you talk to him about it the other day
“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey
“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”
He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.
He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”
You blink “Huh?”
“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”
There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.
“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”
Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.
#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)
You’re like bffs the moment you see each other
lol jk
You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.
But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease
Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general
Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself
So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.
“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”
“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”
“Tohma, how was class today?”
All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 
Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.
This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.
“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 
His serves are really amazing though.
“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”
Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.
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ethereal-engene · 2 years ago
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LIMBO | JUN
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pairing: bf!jun x gn!reader
genre: fluff // warnings: swear words & not edited 
summary: how you celebrate the release of your boyfriend’s new single ‘Limbo’ // word count: 700
note: I know it’s no longer release day for Limbo but I can’t not write a fic for him celebrating Limbo being out :)) enjoy
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When you first got the news that your boyfriend was releasing a new single, you were super excited. Plus it seemed like this single was very different from his other ones.
Honestly you were losing it along with the other carats. It was super fun and hilarious to see what the carats were saying on Twitter. All of the theories and fangirling.
Unfortunately Jun would be out of the country when it dropped but that didn’t mean you didn’t celebrate the release with him. On the night it was released, you had decided to FaceTime him.
Setting your phone on the stand and pulling up the music video. Jun was starting to get giddy but also shy. He virtually tried to stop you from watching it in front of him.
“Babe, please! I’ll do anything for you when we get back.” All of the while, he was starting to pull the covers over his eyes that way he didn’t have to see it. Noticing what he was he doing, you immediately tried to stop it.
“Junnie, pleaseeeeee!! How are you going to act shy when you’re literally a part of one of the hottest k-pop groups to exist?“
Man, nothing makes Jun more flustered when he hears praise from you. “Babe, if you keep on talking. You’re going to have a tomato instead of a boyfriend.”
Life is fun when you have Jun as your boyfriend. One thing about Jun is that he is never ever lacking in the comedic department. Every day, he finds something to make you laugh about.
“Come onnn! I have it pulled up.” He eventually pulls the covers down to watch your reaction. You push play and watch with love (and maybe even a bit of lust) in your eyes. Jun watching you watching him. Laughing about that thought, he returns to your reaction.
Given that it’s late in the night, you have to not let out a scream. It was really hard and Jun knew you wanted to let it out. It was making him laugh again. He thought you were really cute.
“Jun. What. The. Heck??” Taking in one deep breath before exhaling. “YOU LOOKED SO COOL AND THE LYRICS AND THE SET AND THE CLOTHES AND THE LYRICS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY YOU!!!!!” You can’t help but take another breather. He was hot.
That’s nothing new but my god. Even though, you have the real deal. The fangirling tendencies will never go away. “Wen Junhui. You are one hot ass motherfucker. Cannot believe you’re mine.”
He smirks and so do you. At the same time, you both say “Damn right, I’m yours”.
“Thank you, my love. As always, your support is appreciated. I’m glad you loved it. I hope the carats like it too.” If only you could be with him right now, you’d kiss him to shut up. “Of course, they’ll love it. Carats kind of go crazy for this stuff. Not to mention how confident you look. You were practically dripping in confidence and guess what? We ,including me, find that fucking attractive. I could go on and on about this, but it’s late.”
“I know you’re tired and your flight is a few hours. I’ll set you free for tonight.” Shooting a glance at him. Hoping he gets the little joke there. “I love you and just so you know. I’m going to scream about how good Limbo is when you get back. Night junnie!”
“I love you too y/n! I’ll text you when I land and thank you again for showing so much love to Limbo!” Waving goodbye and send a flying kiss each to other, the FaceTime ends.
Laying in bed, you let out a sigh. Not a sigh out of tiredness though. One of out of love and admiration. Jun is truly one of the best performers, singers, and more that you know.
When he’s back, you’re going to have to shower him more in compliments. Especially about how proud you are of him. Welcoming him to a banner with the words: “welcome to my limbo”. Even if it’s months later of the release of his single, you’ll still celebrate it as if it just got released.
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okay but I’m kind of in love with this banner 💀 anyways STREAM LIMBO YALL AND VOTE FOR HIM !!
I hope Jun knows how much chaos he’s caused in caratland since the release of Limbo. Literally on repeat and god the falsettos from him. THEY NEVER DISAPPOINT
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signing off with love,
- ash
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